So Tough to Tame (Jackson Hole 3)

“Are you sure? I don’t want to go too fast for you. We can leave them on if you feel shy.”

“Please. Just...take them off.”

He sucked at her one more time as his fingers slid slowly up and down.

“Please,” she begged again. “Please, I want to.”

Walker nodded and then he finally dragged her underwear slowly down. She was mortified to see her thighs were already trembling. His hands smoothed over them as if he’d noticed, too. But then his eyes were locked on what he’d uncovered. Her bare pussy, open and wet for him.

She saw the flash of his teeth in his beard, heard the low rumble of his growl. He stood and took off his shirt, his boots, his jeans, but his gaze stayed glued to her the whole time.

Her eyes, on the other hand, were roaming restlessly over him, catching on pleasing sight after pleasing sight. She’d need days to get her fill of just looking. Then weeks to memorize him with her hands. A few more to taste every inch of him. The innocuous parts like the inside of his wrist, the top of his hip. And the dangerous parts like his mouth, his fingers and that gorgeous cock he’d just released from his briefs.

Oh, God. Yes, weeks just for that.

He retrieved a condom from his jeans, and for a moment, she thought he was going to skip all the foreplay and just fuck her. Frankly, she was fine with that. She needed to feel him inside her. All her nerves went tight in perfect anticipation of him pushing into her.

But no... He set the condom beside her and met her gaze. “I’ll stop whenever you want. That’s just in case. Okay?” She nodded, and when he knelt between her legs, she scooted farther back on the bed, eager to give him room to work.

He put his mouth to her inner thigh first. Then a little higher. Then he sucked at the hollow at the very top of her leg. His beard brushed the sensitive skin between her thighs. “Just in case...” he whispered, dragging his mouth along her sex. “You like this...” His tongue flicked over her clit.

She tensed, her breathing filling the silence of the room.

“...as much as I know I will.”

Another faint little lick of his tongue. Charlie whimpered.

“Look at you, Charlie. So bare and vulnerable.”

Yes. That was what she liked about it. She was so sensitive like this. So—

He opened his mouth against her and sucked at her clit. The pleasure was so shocking that she cried out. Loudly. His eyes flickered up. And then he smiled, mouth still pressed to her flesh, his eyes crinkling with delight. He sucked at her again and pressed his tongue to her, and Charlie couldn’t stop the animal groan that tore from her throat.

Charlie let her head fall back when he started working her with his tongue. His thumb slid over her slick flesh, up and down, up and down. Then he pressed a little deeper, but just a little. His thick thumb traced her opening, teasing her with the possibility.

“Oh, God,” she panted. “Please.”

“Shhh,” he murmured. “Take your time, Charlie. I could stay here all night.”

Then his tongue was on her again and she was crying out and whimpering. When he kept teasing her and offering no satisfaction, she gave up her coy act completely and blurted out, “I need you inside me. Walker, please. Fuck me. I need you. All of you. Now.”

He only chuckled and kept up his teasing, the laughter brushing his beard against her screaming nerves. Finally she felt her release building. That strange, sweet wave of awareness prickling under the skin of her neck and then her chest and belly and thighs. The tension riding beneath her skin until it all built up into that one spot under his mouth, and then—

She screamed, her hips bucking against the arm Walker had wrapped around her thigh. He sucked at her again, bringing on an even stronger climax, a hoarser scream, as the pleasure pulsed through her, over and over, seemingly endless. When he sucked again, she twisted her hands into his hair. “Oh, fuck, stop. Please. I can’t...”

Walker lifted his head and offered her the most ridiculous, full-of-himself grin she’d ever seen. “Told you you’ve been dating the wrong cowboys.”

She groaned.

“Want to go again?” he asked, dipping his head toward her.

Charlie let out a squeak and tugged at his hair. “No! I need a minute. It’s...sensitive. Just give me a minute.”

He pushed up to his knees and reached for the condom. “Too sensitive?” he asked as he stroked his hard cock.

“Oh,” she said, already transfixed by the sight of him. “No. Not too sensitive.”

“Good.”