Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Lily’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the brass rails of the headboard as Rush’s hands guided her forward, closer and closer to that sinfully dirty mouth.
Oh God. Oh God.
She should have been embarrassed, laid bare for him like this, hovering over his face, every inch of her exposed to him. But the way he looked at her, like he needed this, like he needed her, burned through any hesitation she might have had.
Still, she hesitated, the vulnerability of it all making her breathing come shallow and fast, until Rush’s hands flexed on her hips, pulling her firmly down on his mouth.
“Ooooh.” Lily’s head snapped back, her eyes closing. She was not going to last. Lily Hart did not do debauched things like this with sexy sheriffs. She’d been having sex with a man who marked “bone time” on their shared calendar and then barely remembered to reschedule if something came up.
The thought shattered at the first stroke of Rush’s tongue, making her cry out, her hips jerking at the hot, slick stroke that sent a bolt of liquid pleasure through her.
Rush groaned, deep and rough, like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted, like he needed this and couldn’t get enough.
His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still as he feasted, slowly and thoroughly.
He teased, circling her soft entrance, dragging his tongue through the wetness he’d drawn from her before flicking her clit with a wicked precision that made her groan.
Lily’s thighs quivered as she held herself above him. “Rush—”
“That’s it,” he murmured against her. “Give it to me, angel.”
He dragged her closer, pulling her flush against his mouth, sealing his lips over her, and sucking deeply.
The coarse brush of Rush’s mustache created a deliciously foreign friction, rasping against her tender clit, making every sensation sharper and dirtier. She lost all sense of control then, grinding shamelessly down onto his face.
She couldn’t help it. She rolled her hips, chasing the wicked friction of his mouth, his tongue stroking, his lips sealing over her, sucking, teasing, owning her. Pleasure built fast, sharp and unbearable, curling in her belly, crackling like a live wire through her veins.
She was close. So close she could barely think past the relentless pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside her.
“That’s it, darlin’,” Rush whispered against her slit, tonguing her hard and fast. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.” His fingers tightened their grip on her thighs. “Come for me, Lily.”
“Rush—” A sharp cry tore from her throat as she shattered, pleasure wracking through her and stealing the strength from her limbs. Rush held her through it, lapping at her like he needed to feel every last tremor, like he needed to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he moved, shifting them so fast her back hit the mattress in a dazed sprawl.
His mouth was on hers in an instant, kissing her filthy and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. The hardness of his cock pressed against her, heavy and demanding, and when she instinctively lifted her hips, he groaned into her mouth, barely holding himself back.
“Fuck, Lily. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, urging him closer.
His breath shuddered out, and then he was there, fitting himself between her legs, pressing the broad head of his cock against her swollen, slick entrance, stretching her, filling her, stealing the breath from her lungs.
“So good, angel,” he murmured against her lips. “Take me deep. Let me feel you.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her still, and kept talking while his body pressed into hers.
Lily shivered, her fingernails digging into his back as he rolled his hips, rubbing against her in a place that made her back arch.
She felt his body go tight as he thrust inside her, ruthlessly stretching and filling her swollen, tender pussy.
Rush groaned, burying his face in her neck and nipping at the sensitive skin there.
She went suddenly still, balancing on the knife-edge of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted. “Squeezing me so goddamn tight. So tight and wet. Are you going to come again for me?”
Again? She didn’t know, truly, if she had it in her.
Her body was boneless, floating in a haze of sensation, her arms and legs clutching at his shoulders and around his waist—anything to keep her anchored.
But even as the aftershocks pulsed through her, the slow, rhythmic grind of his hips was already lighting her up again.
“Oh!” She gasped, arching her hips up to meet his. “Oh God!”
Rush let out a low groan and tightened his grip on her hips, his control snapping as he pulled back and thrust into her again, harder, deeper, sending pleasure sparking through every nerve in her body.
And then there was no more talking. No more thinking. Just heat and friction and desperate, aching need while Rush held her tight, dragged her hips up, and thrust into her, keeping her pinned in place for him.
She broke. A cry ripped from her as she came apart around him, pleasure rolling through her in waves so intense she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
Rush groaned, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he came with a roar.
He collapsed against her breasts, chest heaving while she caught her breath.
He was too heavy to hold for long, but Lily didn’t mind.
His weight grounded her in this moment when she was fairly sure the earth had spun a little too fast. Gently, she stroked her hands down his heaving back, a delicious, satisfied smile curving her lips.
“Damn,” he murmured eventually. She could feel his lips moving against her breast, kissing and mouthing it idly as his breath returned, and it gave her a deep sense of satisfaction. She closed her eyes, running her fingers through his thick hair, and floated.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked eventually. He shifted, but he didn’t let go of her breasts. His thumb stroked her softly, and every once in a while, he took her nipple into his mouth, letting her feel his tongue.
“Mm, no.” She sighed happily. She’d wanted something new and exciting, and she’d gotten exactly that. And then some.
She needed a minute to process. In a dim way, she knew her entire worldview had shifted in the last hour. It wasn’t just the physical. What had happened between them was a slow, devastating unraveling of everything she knew about desire and connection.
Rush lifted his head, searching her face, but she pressed him back down again. His breath was warm against her skin. He brushed his lips over the curve of her breast, his tongue flicking lazily at her nipple before he took it into his mouth again.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, him still inside her, wrapped around her, but she didn’t want it to end. Her body still hummed with pleasure, but something deeper was settling in her chest too. A slow smile curved her lips while she studied the shadows on the ceiling of the cabin.
Rush lifted his head again, his heavy-lidded gaze looking her over carefully. “There’s red marks here,” he murmured, running his fingers over her breasts, following them with his mouth, pressing soft kisses on the evidence of where his mouth had been. “Didn’t realize I was marking you up.”
He sounded more than satisfied with the results, Lily thought with a smile. He pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses against her throat, her collarbone, and the tender skin just under her nipple. He groaned as he kissed her there, pulling her into his mouth again.
Lily inhaled deeply, feeling the slow throb between her thighs pulse to life again.
“You’re so damn pretty,” he murmured against her, kissing first one breast then the other. Taking his time. Savoring. “Could spend all damn night right here.” He hummed against her, sucking lightly before pulling back to admire his work.
It lit her up in a primal way, and she arched against him, shocked with the simmering awareness that he was still hard inside her. Oh my. Her eyes widened.
“Again?” she murmured, astonished and slightly awed.
Had she thought she was out of his league? He was playing a different sport entirely.
Rush’s grin turned slow and smug. “I can go again. And again.” He leaned in close, his lips teasing her ear. “And again.”
The heat pooled between her thighs instantly, her body responding eagerly despite the faint soreness lingering.
Rush kissed her gently, slower this time, taking his time to savor her.
He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth again, flicking his tongue in a way that sent bolts of pleasure between her legs.
He pulled back to look at her with a lazy smile. “Sensitive, hmm? Gonna have to take care of that, angel.”
Lily nodded, already reaching to pull him back to her, but Rush pulled out of her and gripped her thighs, encouraging her to move.
She let him guide her up, shifting until she straddled him, her knees on either side of his waist. A tiny flutter of nerves mixed with anticipation rolled through her as she felt the heavy length of him pressing against her sensitive core—still tender and sore from minutes before.
Rush groaned beneath her, his fingers flexing on her hips as he slowly pushed just inside her slick entrance. “Take it slow,” he whispered roughly.
Lily let out a little whimper at the feel of him, her body clenching, already overwhelmed at the size.
Rush leaned up and caught her nipple between his teeth again, holding her gaze and sucking harder as she felt her body turn slicker, wetter, giving in to the blunt slide of his cock, inch by inch.
Rush held her gaze, his mouth still on her, sucking deep before letting go with a wet, obscene pop.
“Oh!” she gasped, closing her eyes. The pleasure was too much. Too intense. Her senses spiraled higher, the intensity building until tears filled her eyes. “I need—” she gasped, panting, grinding, desperate, lost in the feeling inside her. “Please, Rush. Please don’t stop.”
One strong hand reached up to grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his mouth and guiding her gaze to his as he took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked.
The dominance of the touch sent a quiver straight through her, and she groaned, rocking harder against the thick, rigid length beneath her.
“Tell me,” he ordered, lifting his hips to meet hers, giving her more friction and driving deeper. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want—” The words stuck in her throat. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Wicked sensation had taken over, blotting out everything but the fire raging in her body.
“Tell me what you need.” His voice was pure sin, low and rough, as he thrust into her from below. “You need this cock?”
He thrust upward, slow and deep, and the crude words, the friction right where she needed it most made her vision go white at the edges.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he ordered roughly.
“Yes, Rush, yes!” The words tore from her throat. “Please, please—”
He slid one hand down her body, over her stomach, slipping through the damp red curls to find her aching clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, his thumb circling slowly at first then faster, pressing in time with her hips moving.
It was enough to break her wide open. Pleasure crashed into her, and Lily shattered, shuddering violently against him, feeling her inner muscles clenching on him in spasms. Rush groaned long and deep, rocking into her from below, grinding and pulsing while her body clenched tight as a fist around him.
“I’ve got you,” he grunted, holding her tightly when she collapsed into his body, her face tucked into his neck as the pleasure overwhelmed her. His rhythm stuttered, his cock throbbing inside her as he held still and pulsed into her.
For a long, breathless moment, they stayed like that.
Lily snuggled closer into the bristly hollow of Rush’s neck, inhaling his scent—clean male sweat, sex, and whiskey—and felt the sensation of letting go sweep through her.
Suddenly, her throat tightened, and a wave of emotions flooded her. A tear slipped free, then another.
Rush let out a deep exhale, his big hand smoothing lazily up and down her back. Carefully, he eased out of her.
Lily sniffed, dragging a hand over her eyes.
Rush froze immediately. She could feel him tense, his body going from post-sex bliss to full awareness in a heartbeat.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked sharply.
She blinked away the wetness and shook her head quickly. “No. God, no. It’s not pain.”
Rush’s frown grew, along with his confusion. “Then why are you crying?”
Lily sighed, reaching up to stroke his too-serious face. “Haven’t you ever cried because something felt so good? Because you felt it so deeply?”
Rush stared. “No,” he finally said. A slow, deeply satisfied, very male grin spread across his face. “I usually just say ‘damn, that was good’ and fall asleep.”
Lily let out a watery laugh and settled on his chest again. “Well, congratulations, Sheriff. You rocked my world so hard, I cried about it.”