Chapter 11
Callie
I can’t help grinning as I open the door wider for him to sneak into my room. I love the thought that the rest of the household has no idea what we’re doing. It’s our little secret. “I didn’t want the night to end either.”
The moment he crosses the threshold into my room, we’re on each other. His lips are everywhere, pressing gentle kisses to my ear, my jaw, my neck.
When his hands go to my hips, he growls, “Come here.”
He lifts me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. I grind my core onto his pajama-clad bulge.
He carries me to the bed, letting me slide down his body onto the plush quilts. I groan at the feel of our bodies together. This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve been hurting for all night.
“I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you,” he whispers as he collapses over me. He’s keeping his weight off me, supporting himself on his arms, but he’s so deliciously warm above me.
“When I saw you for the first time in those tight Wranglers, it made me tingly,” I admit.
“Everything about you makes me horny,” he says before he kisses me again, sweeping into my mouth. He strokes my tongue slowly as if we have all the time in the world.
My blood heats and my face flushes hot. I need to stop this. I need to tell him the truth. I push against his shoulder.
He lifts his head, staring down at me. His eyes looked drugged as if he’s just as addicted to this feeling between us as I am.
“I have to tell you something,” I whisper as my body continues to move, writhing against him. My mind might be screaming at me to slow down, but my libido wants this big, strong cowboy to make me come so many times that I can’t walk by morning.
“As long as you’re not married, I don’t care about anything else.”
My heart is pounding, wondering how he’s going to take this.
“This is kind of a big deal, me doing this,” I admit.
I don’t tell him that I’m nervous. I’m pretty sure he can see it on my face.
Fury crosses his expression. “Your ex never took care of you in bed.”
“I’m hard to please,” I explain, the familiar shame welling up. “It takes me a long time to get there. Sometimes, I can’t come at all.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not your fault. If he can’t make you feel safe out of the bedroom, he’s sure as hell not going to be able to make you orgasm in it. The fucker never made you feel treasured and cherished.”
“No, he didn’t,” I admit quietly. I accepted all of it. I was so desperate for any affection that I tolerated the scraps he would throw my way.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “What helps? Anything in particular you like?”
My gaze drops to his lips then lower to his beard. I’ve wondered how it would feel between my thighs ever since we met.
Getting my pussy licked was a pretty rare thing, right up there with my birthday or holidays. Not something I figure most men really enjoy doing.
“Look at me,” he says, tenderness shining in his gaze. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he does. “I’m your man. Taking care of you in here is my job. You tell your cowboy what you need, and I provide it. Simple as that.”
He’s been providing for me since the moment we met. He hasn’t once flinched when I’ve had a need. “Lick my pussy.”
He grins. “Happy to. Dirty talk?”
I chuckle. “Yes, please. This feels like I’m getting to order from a naughty menu.”
“You are. Whatever you want. Tonight is all about you.”
“I want to watch.”
“Even better.” He passes me some pillows so I can prop up on them. “Get comfortable.”
When I’m comfortably reclining, he reaches for the waistband of my pajamas. He tugs them down slowly, teasing me. I wish I were wearing sexy panties instead of my plain white cotton ones. The ones that scream mom.
“I can’t wait to see your pussy.” He buries his face between my thighs and inhales deeply. His nose just barely grazes my clit. “But I haven’t earned that right yet.”
He presses kisses along the inside of my thigh, his beard soft and ticklish. I like the way it sounds as it rasps against my bare flesh.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs as he moves lower, kissing the inside of my knee.
“You’re going in the wrong direction,” I pant, wishing that he’d just rip off my panties and feast on me.
He smiles. I can’t see it. I can only see the top of his head, but I feel his lips against my skin. “Told you. I have to earn my first taste of your sweet pussy.”
“Earning something is over-rated,” I complain.
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear.” He looks up then, our gazes connecting.
“Before this night is over, I’m going to spread you wide and sink nine inches deep.
I’m going to ride you long and hard. When I’m done, I’ll make you take every drop of my come and thank me for it.
But first, you are going to learn to wait like a good girl.
” He finishes his speech by swatting my panty clad mound.
It doesn’t hurt, but it does get my attention.
I squeak, pretty sure I just had an orgasm. “You…you’re pretty good at the dirty talk.”
“It’s not dirty talk. It’s a filthy guarantee.”
Then he goes back to those gentle kisses on my legs like he didn’t just say the most obscene things. My panties are damp, and I try to squeeze my legs together to get some relief.
But he’s having none of that. He wedges his shoulders between my thighs. “First, you’re going to come in your panties. Then you’re going to come in my beard. Finally, you’re going to come on my cock while you scream and beg for mercy.”
I whimper.
He moves down my leg, trailing kisses slowly. When he gets to my foot, he kisses it too before switching to the other foot. He places soft kisses up my leg until he’s back at my panty-clad pussy.
I dig my heels into the mattress to leverage myself up, offering him my aching body. “Now.”
“Your panties stay on until you’ve thoroughly soaked them,” he says before tonguing the cotton material. It’s a gentle swipe, more of a tease than anything.
I groan his name.
“Be a good girl and ride my face,” he commands, his words muffled by the fabric.
I reach for his hair, tugging on the strands, as I rub his face into my panties. I’m so close.
“Just a little bit more…” I gasp out.
Then I feel it, the soft featherlight licks near my clit. Once, twice, and then the third time I’m floating above my own body, watching as this cowboy gives me the most intense orgasm of my life while my panties are still on.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s peeling the fabric down my legs. He shows it to me. “Look at all that good cream you made for me.”
My cheeks heat as I see the evidence of my arousal. I can still feel it gushing from my empty channel. “Fill me up.”
“Filthy guarantee number two. You come in my beard next.”
“I don’t usually come twice, let alone—”
He swats my pussy. I’m not wearing panties anymore but this one doesn’t sting either. “Coming isn’t your job. Your job is to lay back and relax. It’s my job to handle everything else.”
I melt into the pillows. I doubt I’ll be able to come again, but I’m not objecting to the idea of him trying to wring one more out. And if he gets the third from me? Well, that will put him in the cowboy hall of fame.
“Such pretty curls,” he murmurs as he spreads my lips. “So wet for me. Have you ever seen yourself down here? Fuck, I don’t know how I’m going to get work done ever again. I want to spend my days just staring at your perfect cunt.”
It’s such a crass word, but it does something for me. I moan softly, the sound escaping my lips without my permission.
“Does it turn you on when I talk about how pretty and pink you are down here? How I look at your glistening folds and think you’d keep my cock nice and warm on these cold, dark winter nights?”
I gasp his name. “You said I’d come in your beard!”
He traces my folds with his tongue, getting dangerously close to my clit but not quite there. “You like that idea, don’t you? Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Come in at night after working the farm and slide right into your perfect heat. I’ll call you my little cockwarmer.”
“Why are you so filthy?” I thrash as the images he’s filling my head with push me higher. I can see him now, coming in the ranch with his eyes blazing as he demands I take care of him.
“Because you crave it, and my good girl always gets what she wants,” he answers before he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it. Hard.
I have only seconds to put my hands over my mouth and muffle my own cries of ecstasy. He doesn’t let up when the orgasm begins, he keeps working me through it, tonguing my clit with firm insistence. He’s not just giving me an orgasm. He’s controlling it, making me take my pleasure.
I thought after the first orgasm I was done. I didn’t think he would be able to make me come again. But then he did.
He licks me through the aftershocks, not letting up until I make a noise of protest. He lifts his head, and his beard is soaked. The bottom half of his face is coated in my juices.
He licks his lips. “Never cared much for sweets, but that’s the best damn cream I’ve ever had.”
I chuckle. “I can’t believe you got me there again.”
He moves up the bed and reaches for my fingers, his still damp from where he was spreading my lips. “You’re worth the effort. Whether it takes thirty minutes or thirty days, you deserve a man that makes it his personal mission to satisfy you.”
His words warm me. I just accepted that I never liked sex. I didn’t consider that maybe my lover was selfish. But I don’t want to be thinking about anyone else right now. There’s only one man that’s on my mind.
“You still have one more guarantee to fulfill,” I tell him as I reach for the waistband of his pants. I peel them down to find he’s gone commando, and it’s little wonder. I’m not even sure they make men’s underwear big enough for what he’s packing.
I reach for it, wanting to give him some of the pleasure he’s given me. But he stops me by taking my hand in his. “We covered this already. Your job tonight is to lean back and relax.”
I eye his cock. “It doesn’t seem fair that you’ll be doing all the work.”
“Oh, you’ll be working not to scream while I give it to you,” he answers with a smirk before grasping his erection. He pumps himself once then twice. He pauses, disappointment crossing his features. “Shit, I don’t have condoms.”
“I’m on birth control, and I’m healthy,” I tell him. I’ve never been so glad for those daily pills I take as I am in this moment.
“I’m healthy too, but are you sure?” Even though, there’s a wild, feral look in his eyes, there’s something else too. Concern, tenderness. Emotions that sweep over me, filling the cracked places in my heart.
“Ride me, cowboy,” I say, spreading my legs wide. I’ve never been this uninhibited in the bedroom. But there’s something about being with him. He makes me feel safe to explore and experiment.
“I won’t be gentle. You’ll take every inch.” He’s squeezing his cock now.
I lick my lips. “Don’t hold back.”
He positions his body over mine, slipping easily into my pussy. I’m so slick and swollen from the earlier orgasms that it doesn’t burn the way I thought it would.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, and I’m only halfway there.” he’s panting and trembling, working to hold himself steady. “Is it hurting anywhere?”
I moan, loving the way he fills me. “Keep going.”
He slides in further, still slow and careful until I wrap my leg around his hip. The position opens me up, and I swear my eyes nearly cross. He’s so big, stretching me in a delicious way.
He snaps his hips, finally filling me completely. The air leaves my lungs, and my heart rate skyrockets. I’m stuffed, completely filled by this big man above me.
But it’s not just the size of him that has my body so aroused. It’s the way he’s staring down at me, his expression one of feral possession. “You belong to me. You’re mine now. I’m the only one who comes in this tight pussy. Say it.”
My cheeks heat but I say the words anyway. “You’re the only one who comes in my tight pussy.”
“That’s right,” he murmurs and works his hand between our writhing bodies. His thumb swipes against my swollen clit. It’s too much. I’m too sensitive from the previous orgasms, and I explode as the pleasure washes over me and through me.
My whole body pulses and shudders as his warm seed fills me until it’s leaking between my legs, making a mess of both of us. I struggle to draw in a breath. I’ve never had sex like that. It was amazing and earth-shattering and soul-connecting.
“You were amazing,” he murmurs and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “You took me so well.”
I beam under his praise. I didn’t know I had a thing for being praised, but I’m thinking that now maybe I do. I like the way he’s always saying nice things to me. “You weren’t bad either.”
He chuckles, the motion vibrating from his chest. “Thanks for the five stars.”
I giggle then too, endorphins flooding through my veins like I’ve spent the past hour running a marathon instead of getting railed by the hottest cowboy I’ve ever met. I open my mouth to tell him how good he was but yawn instead.
“Stay here. I’m going to clean you up again.” He rolls off of me and stands from the bed, retreating to the bathroom.
I watch him go, admiring the firm curve of his ass. I know I’m in too deep. After all, he plans to go back to his farm in Courage County when the Christmas Eve bonfire is over.
We probably won’t get to see each other again after that and the thought makes my stomach hurt. I push it away. I’ll deal with the heartache when he leaves. For now, I’m going to enjoy every moment with Nate.