Corralled (Blacktop Cowboys 1)

Her hum of assent let loose the beast in him just as surely as pulling the gate in the arena released the bull.

He let the rim of his c**k head rest against her bottom lip and slammed inside that wet haven, barely allowing her time to snatch a breath before he was f**king her mouth without restraint.

So good. So f**king good. Heat and wetness and suction.

Kyle lasted longer than eight seconds, but not by much. His c**k swelled, bumping her soft palate. He stopped thrusting, keeping the tip on the back of her tongue. “Swallow. Now. All of it. Harder. More. That’s it, baby. More.”

Her throat muscles squeezed every pulse from his dick and made him groan. Long. Loudly. And without apology.

Another humming noise, a bit sharper than before, brought him out of his orgasmic stupor. He looked down. His c**k was still lodged in Lainie’s mouth. “Sorry,” he said, easing out. His hands floated over her face. “You okay?”

“I’m pretty sure that one fell into the ‘hot’ realm.”

What a card. Kyle grinned. “You’d be right.”

She squirmed and sighed. But it was a different type of sigh.

“Something wrong?”

“Can you at least take my jeans off? They’re cutting off my circulation.”

“The hands stay bound.” Kyle hopped off the bed, forgetting they were attached to a moving vehicle, and he smacked into the paneled wall before righting himself. He removed her jeans.

Lainie brought her heels up on the mattress, lifting her hips, wiggling her arms slightly. “Much better. Thank you.” She turned her head, trying to figure out where he was.

“Gotta keep my captive happy so we can continue our game.”

Her face fell. “We’re still playing?”

“Yep.”

“But I thought I’d won.”

“Nope.” Kyle sipped from the cup of ice water. He curled his hands around her knees and spread them wide. Then he placed his cold mouth right on the hot center of her and sucked. Ignoring her shrieks, he continued to run his cool tongue up and down the molten folds of her soft, juicy flesh. He raised his head long enough to ask, “Hot or cold?”

Her mouth opened. Closed. A cunning smile appeared. “I’d have to say . . . hot.”

“Wrong.” Kyle dropped to his knees. He licked the crease of her thigh, one side, then the other, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. He used his fingers to keep her pu**y open, settling in for a good, long torture-Lainie-until-she-begs session.

He wowed her with every erotic trick he’d ever learned about going down and going to town on a woman. Butterfly licks and gentle scrapes of his teeth across her clitoris, combined with slurping sucks and soft puffs of air. Burying his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his face in the wet core.

“Oh, please. Don’t stop. I’m . . . right . . . there.” Lainie shrieked and bucked up hard.

Kyle kept his mouth fastened to the bit of flesh. She groaned and gasped as he sucked. Her thigh muscles were rigid, cradling his head as he stayed with her until the last pulse faded.

Then that throaty, sated sigh emerged and Lainie went boneless.

And Kyle went completely hard again.

“So was that the last test? Because I totally think I aced it.”

He smiled against the curve of her hip. “That was the last test. But we aren’t done.” He peppered kisses over her mound, straight down her slit, but he didn’t stop and wiggle his tongue in her entrance. He kept going, letting the very tip of his tongue swirl around the bud of her anus.

Rather than jerking away, Lainie gasped.

Kyle did it again and again, painting that tight pucker with his saliva. “I want this part of you. To be crude, I want you facedown on the bed, bound, blindfolded, spread open, and at my mercy as I f**k your ass.” He pushed to his feet and waited for her response. Breathing hard, ready to pounce on her the second she gave the all-clear.

“You don’t intend to be gentle, do you?”

“There’s that fine line between pleasure and pain. One can feed the other.”

“Would you be as rough if this were my first time?”

“But you’re not a virgin to anal sex. Although I’m betting it was a recent deflowering. Real recent.”

Pause. “How did you know? Did Hank tell you all about it?”

He fought a flare of jealousy. “No. But I’m guessing he demanded you give it up to him the other night when you two were alone at the ranch. Am I right?”

She huffed out a breath. “Yes, but that still doesn’t tell me how you knew he popped my anal cherry.”

“Easy. Because if I’d been in Hank’s position I would’ve demanded the same thing from you.”

“Oh.” Another pause. “I have to ask, is this roughness you’ve warned me about punishment because Hank got there before you?”

“Never. I ain’t mad at you or at Hank, Lainie; it was your choice. I respect that. I told you how I wanted it for one reason: I don’t think I can be gentle with this.” Kyle crawled up her body and rubbed his goatee over her neck. Under her chin. Tickling her ear and the cup of her shoulder. “Say yes, sugar.”

She whispered, “Yes.”

His kiss turned brutal. Almost feral. Lainie didn’t balk. In fact, she gave back as good as she got.

He pushed on her shoulder, but she couldn’t roll without his help. Once she was on her belly, Kyle hiked her hips up. His damn c**k jumped and twitched as if it had a mind of its own. He snagged a condom, the lube, and the candle. He watched half of Lainie’s beautiful face pressed against the white sheet as he suited up and slicked up his impatient cock. “What are you thinking?”