Chapter 16 #2
I tugged his boxers down enough to free his cock.
He was thick and getting harder. I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed.
He locked his jaw and cut his eyes down at me again with a warning I had no intention of heeding.
I held his gaze and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
His free hand came down, closed in my hair, and pulled.
He meant it that time. He had a fistful of me at the roots, and the pull was steady and clean and meant to lift me off. It was the kind of pull that worked on a man who needed an excuse to stop.
I wasn't that man.
I went with it. I let him lift my head off his cock just far enough to look up at him with my mouth open and my tongue against my lower lip and my eyes on his, and I waited.
I didn't fight the hand. I didn't pull against it.
I let him hold me where he'd put me and I let him see what he had, kneeling between his knees in last night's shirt with his taste already on my mouth.
I made it the easiest thing in the world for him to push me back down.
His jaw worked. The hand tightened in my hair, then eased a fraction, then tightened again, like he was trying to remember which way he wanted me.
The phone was still at his ear. Rafe was still talking.
Ransom's eyes moved over my face once, slow, and whatever he saw there closed the argument for him.
The hand at the roots went from a pull to a press.
He pushed me back down.
I went easy, opened up, and took the head into my mouth and sucked.
His hips punched up off the mattress, and he bit down on his own fist to kill the sound.
I worked him slow, tongue flat, pressure steady, while Ransom held a phone to his ear and muttered, "Fuck.
" His eyes went wide, and he stumbled into a cover up.
"No, I mean… I just… No. I mean, yes. Winston did break his nose, but… "
I took him deeper. His thigh trembled under my hand. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard on the upstroke, tonguing the underside on the way down, and his breathing went ragged through his nose.
"Ok." He took a breath and swallowed hard. "Tell Sierra we're leaving in an hour."
I pulled off just enough to tongue the slit, tasting salt, then sank back down and took him to the back of my throat.
His free hand fisted in my hair hard enough that my scalp burned, but this time he didn't try to pull me off.
The hand was a different hand now. It held me where it wanted me.
I moaned around him, and the vibration made his whole body jerk.
I set a rhythm, steady and merciless, sucking him how I'd learned he liked it in the shack, deep and slow with pressure at the head.
His thighs locked on either side of my face. His stomach muscles went rigid.
"Yeah, I'm..." The word strangled in his throat. He cleared it. "Fine. Just. Hungover."
I almost laughed around his cock. Sure. You tell your boss whatever you want.
I swallowed, took him deeper. His hips started moving on their own, pushing up into my mouth in short, tight thrusts he couldn't control anymore.
I could taste him building, the pre-cum running steady now, bitter and salty on the back of my tongue.
Rafe said something on the other end I couldn't make out.
"I said I'm fine." His voice was wrecked. He pressed the phone against his shoulder to muffle it, looked down at me. His face was desperate, furious, and beautiful. "I'm going to kill you," he mouthed.
I winked at him and sucked harder.
He grabbed the back of my skull, shoved me down, and came in my throat with his teeth clamped shut, a sound grinding through them that he turned into a cough.
His hips bucked up off the mattress twice, three times.
I swallowed around him, took everything, my throat working while he pulsed hot against my tongue.
His hand trembled. He held the phone away from his face and breathed through it, jaw locked, veins standing in his neck.
He brought the phone back to his ear. "Yeah." His voice was shot, completely destroyed. "Just. Too much tequila. I'll hydrate next time." He paused. "See you then."
He hung up.
The phone hit the mattress. He didn't let go of me. I pulled off slowly, licking him clean as I went, and grinned up at him from between his thighs with my lips swollen and his taste in my mouth, and I waited.
His chest heaved. A vein pulsed in his neck. His eyes had gone dark, and I knew that look. I'd earned it. Every nerve in my body lit up with the knowledge.
"You think you're funny?" he said, low and even, in the voice he used when he'd already decided what was going to happen.
"Little bit."
He tightened his grip in my hair until my eyes watered and held me there. "You're gonna regret that later, Ranger."
"Lord, I hope so."
He let me go and pushed me back. "Shower," he said. "Rafe wants us back at the ranch ASAP."
His phone was lighting up on the nightstand. Three messages, then four. Mateo's name on top. Then Cruz's. Then a photo from Linc that even sideways from across the bed I could tell was a horse.
He stood up off the bed and walked to the bathroom without looking back. The shower turned on. Steam curled under the door.
I stayed where he'd left me, on my knees on the motel carpet, his taste still in my mouth, my own cock hard and ignored against my thigh. I sat back on my heels and looked at the bathroom door.
Whatever that was going to cost me, I was already looking forward to it.
I got up off the floor, stood on legs that worked just fine, and followed him in.