Chapter 9
Lauren
Bronco’s kisses are magic, weaving a spell around me that I can’t fight. That I don’t want to fight. Still, I can’t stop thinking about this, about how it’s only going to end badly.
“What are we doing?” I gasp between kisses, not even sure how we ended up like this. He’s on the couch, and I’m sitting sideways in his lap. My injured foot is still propped on a pillow and elevated.
“We’re not fighting,” he responds, nuzzling my neck. His beard tickles my sensitive skin and sends a shiver through me. His hands are roaming everywhere, squeezing and kneading like he’s checking to make sure this moment is real. “Do you want to stop?”
“I like not fighting with you,” I gasp as he nibbles at my overheated flesh.
I can’t believe we’re making out like this.
Bronco is making out with me. There’s a low, fluttering pulse beneath my belly, one that has me wanting to rub up against this big, strong cowboy. “I have to tell you...something….”
His kisses trail lower, ghosting along my shoulders, my collarbones. But there’s something he needs to know before this goes any further. “Tell me later.”
“Wait,” I push at his shoulder until he lifts his head to look at me.
Instantly, I blush. I didn’t imagine how embarrassing this confession would be or that it would be twice as embarrassing to talk about it with him staring at me.
His blue eyes are dark, and his gaze is hooded.
He looks like he’s one second away from eating me up, and well, that’s the thing. “I’ve never done this.”
Surprise flickers across his features only to be replaced by a feral, possessive look that makes my insides quiver. “You’ve never done this?”
“There’s only ever been you.” Five words that I almost regret as soon as I say them. He knows now. He knows how much power he holds over me, how desperate I am for him.
“I’ll take my time, and we’ll only go as far as you want,” he murmurs, voice soft and gentle. “You say the word, and everything stops.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I admit. “I’d like to go back to not fighting.”
“I’d like that too.” His voice is deeper than usual. It sends a shiver down my spine.
I nod then realize he’s probably waiting for my words. “And maybe your kisses could go a little lower.”
He hasn’t stopped mapping my curves with his hands, roaming across my body like he owns it now. He always has. “Sweetheart, are you asking me to lick your pussy?”
I whimper. I didn’t expect him to say those words. I mean, he says the filthiest things in my fantasies, and I always say them back. But what’s happening here between us is a hundred times better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of him. I shift my legs, spreading my thighs in an invitation. “Please.”
He puts his hand on my shirt, stroking the top button. “First, you have to get out of these clothes.”
I’ve never been naked with a man before, and I expected to be nervous. But I’m not. Because Bronco makes me feel safe in a way that I don’t want to examine too deeply.
I unbutton my shirt slowly, not sure which one of us I’m teasing. Then I shrug out of it, and suddenly, I’m aware that I’m sitting in his lap in only my bra. I reach behind myself and unfasten the clasp. Cold air whispers against my skin, and my nipples pebble in the air-conditioned room.
“So beautiful, just like I knew they would be,” Bronco says. He presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder while the other hand reaches for my breast. It fills his hand, and he makes a soft rumble of approval. “You’re so damn irresistible.”
His words give me the confidence I need to reach for the button of my blue jeans.
He helps me shimmy out of the material, tugging it down so it doesn’t hurt my injured leg.
His gaze snags on my ankle. For a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to think I’m too injured to carry on.
So, I remind him of what he said, “You promised to lick my pussy, cowboy.”
His gaze snaps to mine instantly. “A cowboy always delivers on his word. Now, stretch out like a good girl. Let me take care of your needy little pussy.”
When I’ve stretched across the cushions, clad only in my panties, he positions his body over me. His lips find mine, and he’s kissing me. He kisses me like he talks to me. It’s all about feral need, and I love it. I love the idea that I could be his.
When he finally lifts his head long enough to let me dizzily drink in a few gasps of oxygen, he doesn’t stop kissing me. He keeps pressing his lips to my jaw then down my neck. His beard tickles me with each gentle nuzzle.
He massages my breasts, tugging on my nipples and licking them until I think I’ll go insane from need. Every caress and every touch is making the fire below burn even brighter.
By the time he reaches for the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, my legs fall open for his gaze. “You’re everything.”
Tears prick at my eyes. I’m not sure what he sees in me, but I’m not arguing with the man who’s currently spreading my glistening lips.
“Can’t wait to taste this cream,” he says before he licks my slit.
I buck up against his face instantly. It’s so good. I can’t believe I’ve never had this experience before. But I know it’s about more than just the physical. He makes me feel seen. Known. Wanted.
He puts his arm over my hips to hold me in place, then goes back to eating me out. He makes growls of approval as he laps at me, as if he’s enjoying the best meal he’s had in years. The sounds he’s making are arousing and obscene at the same time.
But it’s when he circles my clit with his tongue that my eyes flutter closed. I’ve never felt anything like this moment with him. I always thought it was a thing in romance books and movies. I didn’t realize that having my brother’s best friend eat me out would become my new favorite thing.
I can barely think as he lavishes all his attention on that tiny bud. I clutch at the cushions beneath me, desperately riding out the most intense orgasm of my life.
He doesn’t stop as I gasp out his name. He just keeps eating me like he’s never going to stop. Like giving me pleasure is now his one and only mission in life. Can’t say I’m going to complain about that.
When he’s eaten me through two orgasms, he kisses his way back up my body and stares down at me. His beard is a wet mess and his pupils are blown wide. His jean-clad bulge rests heavy against my hip. But he doesn’t look like there’s anything else he’d rather be doing as he studies me.
“I want more,” I tell him. The orgasms he gave me were incredible. I’ve never been this boneless, this happy and sated. But it’s still not enough. I need to feel Bronco inside of me, stretching me. Owning me.
He’s quiet for so long that at first, I think he’s going to deny the request. Then he says, “You don’t owe me a thing.”
“Fuck me like I owe you everything, and you’re taking your due.
” I press a kiss to his lips, tasting my essence on his tongue.
It’s primal and erotic and so damn hot. I didn’t know I’d like sex this much.
Then again, it’s Bronco, and he’s the only man I’ve ever fantasized about.
The only one whose name I cry out in the dark when I’m alone.
He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into me. I arch up against him, suddenly feeling like we’re not close enough. I want desperately to crawl into his skin, to make my home deep in his soul, the way he has mine.
His hand moves from where it’s resting on my hip, and he slides it across my swollen pussy that he’s already pleasured. He swirls my wetness around. “So responsive for me.”
I whimper when his finger breaches my tight channel.
Bronco’s finger is big and thick, just the way I know his cock will be. The thought has me spasming, and my body sucks his finger in deeper. Over me, he grinds his erection against my hip. Hard. He’s seeking his own friction, as desperate for our connection as I am.
“Take me,” I whisper, unable to believe that after all this time we’re finally in the same place together. I never thought this would happen, and if I wake up tomorrow to find this was all a beautiful, horny dream, I’m going to cry for a million years.
“Look at me.” Bronco’s words have me snapping open my gaze. He adds a second finger, stretching me even more. “I want to see every expression. Want to know what you look like when I’m making you come on my fingers.”
I reach down and massage my aching clit, circling it just the way I like.
“That’s it. Rub yourself.”
I whimper at his words. He’s so big, and he’s filling me so much. I didn’t even realize how empty I was until he put his fingers in my pussy.
I rub my clit furiously, stars finally exploding behind my eyes. When I come, it’s with his whispered words of praise in my ear. He’s telling me how proud he is of me, of how beautiful and sweet I am.
It’s one thing to give him my body. It’s another thing to accept his whispered words and know they’re only in the moment. “Inside me. Now.”
He stands from the sofa, looming over me.
He yanks at his boots and pants, kicking them off so quickly he nearly topples over me.
Then he swears under his breath. He goes back to his pants and yanks his wallet from them.
He pauses then and gives me a look I don’t fully understand.
“I haven’t carried these in well over a decade. ”
I see the foil packet, and my heart skips a beat.
In all of my fantasies, Bronco has always taken me with nothing between us.
No barriers. Just skin on skin as he fills me with his come.
Sometimes in my fantasies, he growls at me that he’s going to give me his come and that I’m going to give him a baby in return.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“Are you sure?”
I take a deep breath and decide to go for it. After all, if I’m going to play out my Bronco fantasies this afternoon, then I’d rather experience them in all their glory. “I want every inch of you inside of me, and I want to feel it all.”
It’s the only permission he needs. The next thing I know, he’s rolling over me and sliding his cock through my slick folds.
I expect him to thrust into my body, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pauses. He brushes a kiss to my forehead. “You’re special to me. Precious. I need you to know that.”
“I need you to know that I think you have an incredible ass,” I answer, trying desperately to lighten the mood. He can’t mean these beautiful words the way I hope he does. Thinking that he does is the surest way to getting my heart broken.
He rocks his hips forward. “Feel this. Feel me sliding deep and taking care of you.”
He presses into my body then. He moves slowly and despite the previous orgasms, he’s still huge. So huge that it takes my breath away and makes me gasp.
He stops, holding his big body above mine. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel like he can read every thought in my head. Like he knows everything about me with a single glance.
“Keep going,” I tell him when the burn fades. It’s starting to feel...good. So good down there.
The soft smile he gives me is filled with tenderness. “I’m not rushing the most perfect thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I whine his name as he slowly thrusts in and out. He keeps his thrusts measured and controlled. He’s still cupping my face, his expression filled with so much affection.
With every movement, every hot glide of friction, my body opens to his a little more until he slowly sinks all the way in. There’s no pain, only delightful pleasure.
“You were made for me,” he breathes.
My hands are roaming, touching him everywhere. I trace the planes of his body through his shirt, wishing he’d taken it off. If we do this again, I’m going to insist on getting to see the full picture so I can appreciate every detail of my cowboy.
He reaches for my clit, playing with my swollen nub. “Let me feel you squeezing me.”
I call his name in a moan. He’s sending me higher and higher with every thrust. Just when I’m teetering on the edge, he whispers, “Give me everything.”
His words push me over the cliff and then I’m falling into a pleasure so deep that I’m not sure where I end and he begins. There’s only this one sweaty, perfect moment between us.
It’s not until he’s coming, splashing my insides with his seed, that I realize how much it’s going to hurt me to return to my normal life after this.
I’ll go back to the community home and have to pretend that I don’t know what it feels like when he’s thrusting deep into me and calling me sweetheart under his breath.
He doesn’t move for a long time. He hovers over me, letting his seed fill me without a word.
Some crazy part of me hopes that today is the day my birth control fails.
Maybe that’s a horrible thing to think, but what if I could have a tiny piece of Bronco forever?
What if I could raise a little cowboy with his father’s eyes?
Is that really such a horrible thing to want?
“You’re thinking hard about something,” he murmurs and twists his body around.
He does it carefully, somehow maneuvering us without hurting my leg.
We’re on the couch together, my head on his chest. I can hear his frantic heartbeat beneath his flannel shirt.
That steady sound is the best one in the world. “What’s on your mind?”
I can’t tell him that I want his baby. Even the inexperienced virgin knows better than to talk about that when a man’s come is still dripping between her legs. The time to talk about babies is not now. Fortunately, my stomach growls. “Just thinking about a good sandwich.”