Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
RED
R owdy jumps to his feet, and my heart stops. Is he leaving after making me come on his living room floor? Harder than I’ve come in my entire life? My eyes round, shooting him a panicked look.
“Don’t worry,” he mutters in low tones. “I’m coming back, Red. You are in my house, after all. My need for you just got the better of me. But that’s good because we can take it more slowly now. The way I want to with you.”
“You mean you came in your pants?” I ask, my voice rising.
“Goddammit! Don’t you dare make fun of me,” Rowdy warns in low tones. “Or bring it up ever again. Remember how you made me promise to keep my mouth shut? The same goes for you.”
I nod, not sure what to say.
His jaw muscles flex. “I’ve wanted this for way too long, that’s all…” Rowdy grimaces, looking at his boots. “Fuck, I’ve got to stop talking now.” Hunching his shoulders, he stalks down the dark hallway, disappearing.
Following his lead, I scramble to my feet, replacing my panties and my jeans. My legs shake, and the most relaxed ecstasy still has me in its grip. Mind-blown, dumbfounded, horrified, hungry for more. I can’t begin to quantify my feelings.
And those words that tumbled out of his mouth a few moments ago: I’ve wanted this for way too long… How long has he wanted me?
I should leave. Grab my keys and go. But I’m too buzzed to drive and too turned on to run. Even more than that, I’m too intrigued by the strange possibilities swirling around Rowdy and me. He makes me feel whole in a way no man ever has. I don’t know how else to describe the terrifying, delectable feelings he stirs in me.
Sitting down, I take a deep breath, still in total disbelief that Rowdy and I did that…on his area rug. Even more shocking, I want more. So much more from him. As the minutes tick by, and he doesn’t return, I decide to go poking down the hallway after him, finally settling on a door at the end of the hallway.
I knock lightly and wait. After a few minutes, I raise my hand to knock again when I hear soft padding across the floor. Rowdy opens the door, resting his arm on the doorframe and looking at me long and hard, his brow furrowed. He wears nothing but a pair of gray boxer briefs that fit his sexy, muscular frame to a tee, and his ebony hair’s wet from the shower. The smell of humidity and masculine soap envelopes me, inviting me inside his room.
Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around his neck, reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss him. It’s only then that I realize we’re doing all of this ass backward—starting with head before kissing.
As my lips melt into his warm, soft ones, I immediately understand why. Keep this up for long, and I’ll start feeling things for him…problematic things sure to fuck up everything. He growls deeply, the vibrations reverberating through his chest and into my body in delicious waves.
I part my lips, sighing, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, laying claim with a soul-shaking force that threatens to knock me off my feet. Fortunately, he snakes his arms tightly around me, steadying me against his chest.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to him for the first time in my life. “I will be completely, one-hundred-percent discreet no matter what happens between us. But I need you, Rowdy, more than I’ve ever needed any man.”
His heart hammers against my chest as he runs his fingers through my hair, sending logic-killing shivers up and down my neck and shoulders. I don’t know what he does to me, but every place he touches throbs and burns, demanding more.
Walking me backward, he removes one piece of clothing at a time. First, my sweater, stopping to appreciate the lacy lavender bra beneath as his hands come up, massaging and kneading my breasts and nipples with his thumbs and palms. Simultaneously, he showers my décolletage with slow, sensual kisses and swipes of his tongue until I shudder at his touch, anticipation catching in my throat.
Taking another couple steps back, he unclasps my bra one-handed. It falls to the ground between us as he attacks my breasts with a lusty enthusiasm. His tongue swirls and sucks one nipple while his fingers pinch and stroke the other until I gasp and moan, begging for more. He nibbles them playfully with his teeth as his hands unbutton my jeans again, undoing the zipper. My whole body shakes at the skillful way he awakens my trembling flesh, alight with electric anticipation.
“When I remove a piece of your clothing, you need to ask permission before putting it back on. You got me? Especially when we’re in the middle of something. Otherwise, we’ll waste all our time undressing, and I’ve got far better things to do with my time.”
“Like what?” I whisper breathlessly.
“Filling that pussy with my cum, for starters.”
I moan, my girl parts melting as his words dissolve my defenses, and my panties grow even slicker and wetter. Fuck, I love it when he tells me what to do. In a million years, I never would have anticipated this. His big, rough hands slide inside my jeans, grabbing and squeezing my bare ass cheeks.
“Have I told you that you have a nice ass yet, Red?”
“No,” I pant, my complexion glowing.
“Well, you do. These tits and this ass have mine, mine, mine written all over them,” Rowdy says gruffly, claiming my mouth again and pulling my lower half towards him so that his cock grinds into my stomach.
“I had no idea you were such a dirty talker,” I confess as he walks me back a couple more steps, pushing my bootcut jeans down over my hips so they cascade to the carpeted floor. He follows with my G-string, sending the wet swatch of lace fluttering to my ankles.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he repeats.
Lifting me effortlessly from the ground, he steps over my clothes, backing me squarely against the cold wall. I shiver, goosebumps raising on my flesh. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Just a little cold.”
“Don’t worry. I intend to warm you right back up. From the inside out,” he promises in a deep-chested rumble. His hands sweep up, grabbing both of mine and interlacing his fingers as he pins my arms against the wall. “Remember that part about surrender you didn’t like earlier?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He sticks his knee between my legs, pushing them apart. “This is where you find out how surrender gets rewarded.”
I exhale sharply, anger balling inside me at that word. I strain my arms, trying to free my hands to swat at him and tell him who’s boss, but I can’t budge his upper body even a fraction of an inch. Rowdy smiles naughtily, leaning down to capture my lips again, kissing me so hard and pressing me so tightly against the wall. I gasp for air when he finally leans back slightly, immediately missing his lips.
“I surrender to no one,” I declare, shaking my head. But my anger thinly veils the desire simmering inside.
“You will, and you’ll enjoy it,” he challenges, gripping my neck possessively before sliding his hand up to palm my cheek. “Because I’ll fuck away every inch of pain life throws your way, replacing it with mind-numbing ecstasy.”
“Not possible.”
“Maybe not. But I’m going to be the man who tries.” His voice sounds raw as he steps back, putting a thin sliver of cold air between us. I hate the separation, instantly covering the distance and wrapping my arms possessively around him to draw him hard against my core.
“What’ll it be, Lesley? Me or your independence?”
My mouth hangs open, my eyes searching his face. Is this man serious? “You… I mean, my independ—. Wait, can’t I have both?”
“Of course. But not when we’re alone together, Red. I want you. Every fucking inch of you. Every scrap. The good, the bad, the ugly. All of you…which requires total surrender on both of our parts.” He runs his hand through my hair, drawing closer and pressing his forehead against mine. “When we’re together like this, you’re my everything…my whole fucking world. And I demand the same from you. Or we stop right here, right now… forever .”
“You and I both know that’s impossible,” I say, desperately searching his baby blues.
“Good,” he replies, hoisting me up and pinning me against the wall. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and my heart pounds in my chest as I feel him reach down with his free hand, pulling his briefs over his legs so that they fall to the floor.
His big, rough hands squeeze my ass as he stares into my eyes. “I know you said you weren’t sure you wanted to look at me while we do this…” He pauses, cocking his head to the side.
I bite my lower lip, blushing.
“But this is where you’re going to obey me. You understand?”
I nod, my pulse pounding and my pussy throbbing with need. He could get me to do almost anything for that rock-hard rod pressed tightly against my inner thigh.
“You’re going to look at me the whole time. So there’s no doubt in your mind who’s making love to you.”
His words slam into me, and I barely catch my breath before his mouth captures mine again, his tongue sweeping into me with newfound ferocity. Angling my pelvis with his arms, he slides into my tight, wet channel slowly, teasing my pussy and taking his time, every muscle in his body rippling as he sighs against my lips.
“Your pussy feels so amazing,” he whispers. “Worth all your hate and all those years of empty longing.”
The hate, I understand but ‘years of empty longing’? “What do you mean?” I manage breathlessly.
The cowboy stops, pressing me tightly against the wall. Palming my cheek, he holds my gaze with a fiery fierceness, confessing, “I can’t remember a time I haven’t wanted you, Lesley. Even before I knew what wanting really was.”
The backs of my eyes sting, and passion grips me at his words. Gasping with want, I thread my arms possessively around his neck, claiming his mouth and mating with his tongue.
Seizing my hips, he plunges more deeply into me, sliding back until the tip of his rod kisses my lips before burying himself to the hilt again. My body hungrily devours every inch of his thick, throbbing need, climbing higher with each sensual jolt of his pelvis. His pace increases, and his right hand slips between our slapping bodies, finding my swollen clit and circling it with his skillful thumb.
My eyes roll back in my head, overcome by pleasure as his hot breath shrouds my face. His rhythm grows demanding, punishing, matching the quaking shudders of my pussy as it squeezes his length.
“Look at me,” he orders through gritted teeth, bending his knees and changing the angle slightly so that with each upward shove of his rod, the head of his cock rubs my G-spot. His free hand squeezes my waist possessively, gripping my hip jealously and slamming me back towards him as his other fingers rub my pearl mercilessly.
My body shudders and shakes as I come undone around him, milking his cock, out of my mind with my orgasm. He wrests every drop of delight from me, pounding into me again and again, even after he comes with a resonant groan, extending fully into me as hot ropes of cum flood my pussy.
Digging my fingernails into his muscular back, I scream, “Rowdy, yes!” He holds me possessively against his sweaty chest, still pulsing into me in hot waves and breathing hard against the shell of my ear.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his voice raw. Drawing his face back slightly, he scrutinizes me. “Did that feel fake to you?”
“No,” I pant, still catching my breath. “Nothing about that was fake.”