Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
ROWDY
“ B ut what if Billy finds out? Or my parents and family?”
I laugh against the crook of her neck, swiping it with my tongue and savoring her addictive flavor and silky feel. “Damn, Billy. Hell, he’s the one that shipped us in the first place. And as for your parents? They watch the news and surf the internet, Red. They’re going to learn about our engagement sooner or later, like the rest of the world. Being engaged means plenty of fucking. Like it or not, your parents will never look at us the same way. Whether we do this or not.”
She gasps as I circle her nub with my thumb. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” she asks in breathy tones. I chuckle at her surprised voice and startled expression.
“I have a lot of hidden talents you don’t know about.”
She moans and arches her head back as I rub her clit slowly and deliberately, inching up the pace as I go and awakening a ravenous need in her jewel-toned eyes. “I need your cock so badly, Ron. I need to ride you right now.”
Those words with that hat on her head have me ready to blow my wad. My dick wants inside her so badly it’s ready to stage a goddamn coup. But her pleasure will always come before mine.
“No,” I say with pained restraint.
“No?”
“We’ll get there eventually, Red. But first, I need to make you come…at least a couple of times.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Good luck with that. I’m frigid. It’s one of the reasons my husband and I got divorced.”
“Frigid?” I chuckle deep in my throat. “The way your pussy’s dripping, and you’re responding to my touch? No, ma’am, you are not frigid. You’ve just never been properly fucked by a cowboy.”
She stops, staring at me wide-eyed, and I wink, bringing the fingers I had inside her moments ago to my lips and licking them clean. “Fuck, you taste sweet…”
“Sweet, like what?” Her voice trembles.
“Sweet, like my new favorite flavor,” I answer with a lopsided grin.
“But you hate me,” she reminds. “And I hate you.”
“Now’s not the time for thinking. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
“What’s it the time for?” she pants as I squeeze her hips again, grinding into her hard.
“Surrender.”
The redhead freezes, her eyes narrowing. “Surrender? Over my dead body.”
I chuckle, thrusting my hips powerfully against her crotch. “I thought you’d say that. How about we quit talking and focus on more pleasurable things?”
“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night, Rowdy,” Red smiles, scooting back slightly to fit her hand between her upper thigh and my cock.
The feel of her soft digits tracing the outline of my firm length sends flames of desire licking up and down my spine. But my pleasure’s last in this game of love and hate. “Lie back on the floor, Red. I need more of your flavor in my mouth.”
She freezes again, her eyes drilling into me as surprise flashes across her face. “But what about you?”
“Oh, I’ll get mine. Don’t you worry about that, Red.” I nod, the corners of my mouth turning up slightly as I watch her expression intensify with desire. “Lie back on the floor, and let me show you you’re anything but frigid.”
She swallows loudly, anticipation lighting her face and animating her movements as she scrambles off my lap, looking questioningly at the floor next to us. “Lie here on this rug?”
“Or on the couch if you prefer. Either way, I need your pussy lips in my mouth, and my tongue buried deep inside your cunt.”
“Rowdy,” she moans softly, throwing my hat on the couch and lying back on the floor. “How did you get a mouth like this?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I reply, moving to a kneeling position between her bent legs. My hands come up aggressively between the floor and her ass, gripping her cheeks firmly before snagging my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and pulling them fluidly over her hips and thighs, stopping at the knees. The throb in my hand protests, but I could give less than a fuck about pain.
Sounding like a hyperventilating woman, Red straightens her legs in the air, and I finish the job, pulling the jeans from her long, elegant stems and throwing them to the side. Then, I do the same with her lacy lavender G-string, admiring the triangle of scarlet as she bends her legs back on either side of me.
I hesitate, struggling to restrain my feelings for Lesley. She’s fucking breathtaking, jaw dropping. Seeing her poised to give herself to me is the culmination of my deepest fantasies and darkest desires. But I refuse to ruin the moment with words. Instead, I tamp down my stupid-ass emotions and all the things I want to say to her. This is supposed to be a hate fuck, after all. I’m already failing miserably.
Bringing my hands to her knees, I slide them up her inner thighs gently, taking my time and appreciating every inch of her silky flesh as I spread her legs wide. I watch the goosebumps rise where my fingertips glance over her, savoring how she trembles at my feather-light touch. But I’m a greedy fucking bastard who’s waited far too long for this. I need her pussy in my mouth more than I need air.
My right hand sweeps up into the crop of red hair, splaying her arousal-shiny lips between my forefinger and thumb and making her already-teased clit peek out at me. Dipping my head, I take her in my mouth with a groan, enjoying everything about her musky smell and tangy taste. My tongue glides over her slick pussy, twirling and sucking her pearl as she lets out little cries. Surrender or not, I demand everything from Red. Nothing held back.
I want to tell her how amazing she tastes. How gorgeous her pussy looks. That I could eat her out for hours without ever being satisfied. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and my head down, expressing feelings for her I can’t verbalize with each swirl and twist of my tongue. Her hips rock towards me, demanding more. What shit-for-brains man could ever call this woman frigid? She’s practically grinding her honeyed pussy in my face, and I love it.
My bruised left hand roves over her luscious hips and round ass before seeking her hot, silky, dripping entrance. It couldn’t be more inviting as I sink a finger into her, already feeling the flutter in her walls. I stroke my finger back towards me in a curling motion, stimulating the rough patch near the front of her pussy and making her gasp for air as I continue relentlessly tonguing her.
“Oh,” she moans, letting her head fall back. “What are you doing to me?”
My heart warms and expands at her question. What I’d like to do to her every night if we could get past the fighting and hating. That’s a mighty big caveat for her and me, though.
Lapping at her swollen rosebud with increased pressure, I draw my finger sensually in and out of her flooded channel, stroking her until her hot juices cover the back of my hand and drip down my palm. My cock throbs, greedy as fuck and begging for release.
But all I care about is ensuring this scarlet-haired vixen screams my name. I suck and tease her, increasing the speed of my finger and feeling her arousal go even slicker as her walls swell around me, gripping me tightly.
The thought of sinking my cock into her and feeling her hold me this way takes me over the edge, and I come in my pants with a groan. Probably better to get that out of the way so that when I take her later, her pussy can set the pace instead of my overexcited cock.
If Red’s picked up on the reason for my strangled moans, she doesn’t say anything. Her hips buck towards my face as I replace my tongue with my right-hand fingers, rubbing her at a merciless pace as my left-hand pointer and middle fingers slide in and out of her slippery, spasming wetness to the accompaniment of sexy, soppy sounds. She screams, high-pitched and unfiltered, coming hard into my hand.
Waves of pleasure wash over her face as she pants and moans, and her pussy greedily grips and sucks my fingers. I can’t wait to fill her with my cock and savor her greedy channel slurping my cum and squeezing me hard.
Red lies in a pile on the floor, breathing hard and sweating. Her face radiates bliss, a big, relaxed smile lighting her face. I can’t remember the last time I saw her so natural and beautiful, free of all worry and care, with her shields down. For a fraction of an instant, I think, “I could love this woman.”
But a moment later, the shields snap back into place, along with the tough outer veneer, and she splutters, “I can’t believe you did that. I can’t believe I let you do that. Oh my God, Rowdy, what have we done?”
“What engaged people do.”
She sits up crossed-legged, grabbing her jeans and throwing them over her lap.
I shrug, laughing. “Hide all you want from me, Red, but it won’t change a thing. You’re my fiancée now, and for us to play this little game, we both have to be all-in because I know something about you that your brother doesn’t get. You’re a fucking awful liar. So, we do this properly or not all. That way, when I walk into a room, I’ll have earned that blush on your cheeks.”