by Elle Thorpe
His cabin was lit only by the dim light of a lamp, but it was enough for him to rear back and feast on me with his gaze, his eyes traveling all over my body and lingering on the glistening junction of my legs.
He slicked one finger between my folds, watching me intently, and gripping my thighs when I bucked my hips off the bed at his touch.
“Part those pretty thighs for me, Summer.”
My core throbbed at his dirty words, but fuck, I liked it. He drew my legs up, so my heels were on the bed, then he knelt on the floor and put his mouth to use. His tongue speared straight to the center of me, sliding over my clit and lower to my entrance.
I closed my eyes, my hands grabbing his head as if they had a mind of their own, holding him to my pussy like I was scared he might leave.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
He moved me closer, putting one leg over his shoulder and tongue-dived inside me. I moaned loudly, but he didn’t need my encouragement. The man knew exactly what he was doing. He slid two fingers inside once more, building me higher and higher, massaging my clit with tiny licks.
I wanted to come but didn’t want it to end all at the same time. I writhed against his mouth, gyrating my hips on his fingers, taking more and more of him with every stroke.
There was no stopping the orgasm that shattered through me. I screamed out his name as it crashed down hard, my internal walls clamping down on his fingers. Blinding flashes of color lit up behind my eyes, and sparks of electricity pulsated through my body, taking pleasure I’d never known before with it.
He didn’t stop. His fingers and mouth moved in unison, working me through the orgasm until I couldn’t take another second. I pulled his head up to mine, and leaned into the kiss, tasting myself on his lips and not caring.
“I can’t believe you made me wait this long,” he murmured between kisses. “I’ve waited years to do that.”
I looked him in the eye. “Years?”
He nodded. “Ever since I saw you in your prom dress. We’d only just arrived for a visit, and you were just leaving. Your friends were already arriving in a limo, and you had some deadbeat date, but that night, all I saw was you.”
I swallowed hard. “You never said anything. That was the night I met Austin.”
He nodded. “I know. By the time you came home the next day, you and he were together. I never got a chance.”
Gone was the dominating man who’d just rocked my world and filled my ear with dirty talk. In his place was this kind, sweet man, open and vulnerable.
That was all it took for me to fall the tiniest bit in love with him.
But that tiny flicker of a feeling couldn’t be relied on. Not when this thing between us was nothing more than days old.
But it was years old to Dom. Years he’d waited for me. My heart flickered again.
I tugged him down on me and kissed him once more. This time our kiss was softer, sweeter. I rolled us so his back was to the mattress, and he let me have the upper position, taking control.
“Am I why you haven’t dated much?” I asked, kissing my way down his neck, tugging at his shirt.
I lifted it higher, running my hands up his abs, the same way he’d run his hands up my thighs. I followed with openmouthed kisses, tonguing the ridges of his abdominal muscles and nipping at his skin.
“You’re why I haven’t dated seriously,” he corrected. Then he grinned. “I’ve dated enough to know how to make you scream. As you just found out.”
I ran my tongue around his nipple and enjoyed the way his head flopped back against the mattress. “Cocky.”
“Confident.”
He was right. There was a difference. But I still wanted to wipe the smug grin off his face.
I popped the button on his fly.
“Summer,” he husked out.
I undid the zipper. “Lift up.”
He did as instructed, chuckling. “Apparently I’m not the only bossy one.”
I dragged his jeans off his legs and took half a second to admire the bulge behind his boxer briefs before hooking my fingers in the elastic and taking them off, too.
His cock was as big as the rest of him. Hard and thick, precum glistening at the tip, just begging for me to taste. I wanted to make him feel as good as I had. But I was in a tangle of my dress, and it needed to go.
I stood to pull it off, reaching for the zipper at the back, but Dom stood and covered my hand with his own.
“Let me,” he whispered softly, breath misting over my skin.
I dropped my hand to my side and pressed my lips to his bare chest instead.
He reached around me and drew the zipper down, his hand slipping beneath the fabric to mold against my lower back. He smoothed his palm in a warm trail up my spine, until he reached the straps of my dress, slid his fingers beneath them, and drew them down my arms. The dress puddled on the floor.
“Was this my surprise?” His fingers trailing across my collarbone and over the swell of my breasts. The new bra Hallie had encouraged me to buy dipped low in the front, giving me killer cleavage, with a sweet satin bow in between that matched my long-gone panties.
The material was just sheer enough to see my nipples through. “Do you like it?”
He didn’t answer. Just dipped his head to suck my nipple through the fabric.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my head tipping back.
My core still throbbed pleasantly from my orgasm, and his tongue rasping over my nipple, with the thin fabric in between, only made a second rush of arousal roll through my body. He unclipped my bra and slid it off, so we were both completely naked.
It should have been strange. We’d been friends for so long, and we’d stepped so far over that line tonight that I would have expected at least a little hesitation from one, if not both of us. But if there was anything on his side, he didn’t show it.
And there was nothing on mine. Nothing except a pure need to touch him. Taste him. Own his orgasm the way he’d just owned mine.
I dropped to my knees before he could distract me again.
The wooden floorboards were hard, but I barely felt them as I wrapped my lips around his cock. God, he was big. At first, I just took in the head of him, thick and blunt, and ran my tongue over the ridged underside, working my hand up his length to compensate.
He groaned and speared his fingers into my hair, but instead of thrusting his dick deeper into my mouth, or trying to control my head, he kept it light, massaging my scalp until my eyes were rolling back with how good it felt.
“You like that?” he asked me.
I pulled away. “Sucking your dick?”
He chuckled. “I meant when I play with your hair like this.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Yeah, I do. You might have missed your calling as a hairdresser.”
He grinned and gathered my hair up in one hand, wrapping the long lengths around his fist. “Nah, I don’t think hairdressers get to do this.”
He gripped my hair harder, tugging it back so I had to look up at him. Sparks of pleasure shot through my scalp and straight to my core.
Holy shit. That felt entirely too good.
He knew it. But he dropped down to his knees beside me and followed it with a long, searing kiss, his touch at my head going back to soft.
The man knew what he was doing. There was no doubt about that.
But I’d barely started. He kept trying to distract me from what I’d set out to do.
I pushed him back on the floor and then settled between his widespread legs, gripping his cock once more and running my fingers over it. He put his hand behind his head, propping it up a little so he could watch me.
Our gazes clashed, his turning fiery as I held it, my head bobbing over him. I sucked him as far I could into my mouth, his erection pressing to the back of my throat.
My core ached, just begging me to straddle him and sink deep onto him.
“Come here,” he groaned out. “I want to taste you while I come.”
I crawl
ed up his body, but when I got to his lips, he grinned. “I didn’t mean your mouth, Summer.”
Heat flushed through my body, realizing exactly what he meant. Oh my fucking God. Who knew what Dom was hiding behind his nice guy persona?
“Turn around.”
A tiny sliver of self-consciousness rolled down my spine. I’d be so on display for him if I did that. But my core was so slick with arousal again and throbbing for more. The heat in his eyes was impossible to deny. I spun around, and he grabbed my thighs, making me squeal as he pulled them over his face.
“You act like you’ve never done this before,” he laughed, before running his tongue through my folds.
“I haven’t,” I moaned.
He paused, and I looked backward at him, along the ridged planes of his belly to his face between my legs.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“Jesus Christ, he’s an idiot.” He licked me again, rolling his tongue between my thighs, tasting my arousal. “Suck my dick, Summer. Just concentrate on that for as long as you can.”
I took his dick in my mouth again. Each time I took him in, I took a little more, working more and more of him into the back of my throat.
But fuck, he made it hard to keep a rhythm. He dragged me down over his face and licked me mercilessly, until my hips were gyrating with a need of their own and a second orgasm built from the base of spine.
“Summer,” he warned, his voice muffled between my thighs.
I barely heard him. I was so on the edge, it was hard to think of anything except the rhythm I was trying to keep on his dick, and the matching pace I was working over his face.
I cupped his heavy balls, squeezing them gently.
He speared two fingers up into my pussy, hitting that spot inside me.
Both of us fell over the edge at the exact same moment.
Pleasure speared through my core, and my legs wobbled in a full-body tremble that couldn’t be controlled. I cried out around his dick, his hot ejaculation hitting my throat and sliding down while I worked myself mercilessly on his fingers and his mouth. The second orgasm was more powerful than the first, everything still tender and throbbing from the first round. I never wanted it to end.
It wiped out every thought, every worry, until all that there was, was me and Dom, and pleasure, and a connection I’d never known was there between us.
I flopped off him, lying on my side on the floor, while both of us tried to catch our breath. His fingers trailed idly over my hip as we both lay spent. Eventually, I flopped onto my back and stared at the cabin ceiling. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises.”
“Because I like going down on you?” He lifted his head to see me blush. “That blush tells me I need to do it more. What the fuck has he been doing with you for the past five years?”
He actually seemed kind of angry to learn that Austin and I had never had particularly good sex. Definitely not the sort where I came in the space of minutes, without his dick even getting near me. I’d never come so hard, or fast, or twice, ever.
Dom slid down my body with a promising grin.
I laughed, and then I let him start all over again. Because I wanted it. And he wanted me. Because Dom was nothing like Austin.
I’d never been so glad of something in my life.
21
DOMINIC
I made Summer come several more times during the night. Tucked into my bed, wrapped in my sheets, I couldn’t get enough of her. If I could have taken up a full-time job just going down on her, I would have given up ranch work in a heartbeat.
Her taste was addictive, but the real thing I couldn’t get enough of was the way she screamed my name every time she came. The sound worshipped my ears and branded itself across my heart. Her body was so responsive, like she’d never really been touched, and was suddenly coming alive with a partner who knew what the fuck he was doing.
Fuck Austin. He’d never deserved her. I was going to show her each and every day, for as long as she’d let me. I was going to make up for every time he’d come before her. I was going to prove to her that it would never be that way with me. I knew how to treat her right, and getting her off would always be my number one mission when we were alone in my bedroom.
So when my alarm went off and Summer was still very naked in bed beside me, I made her come hard once more, just so she’d have something to think about during the workday.
Her eyes were unfocussed when I was done, and we were already five minutes late.
For the first time in my life, I was okay with that. We struggled into the shower, and it was only a stern look from her that had me keeping my hands to myself.
“Seriously, Dom! I need to be able to ride today. I can’t be so sensitive that the damn saddle makes me come again!”
I chuckled and kissed her mouth instead. “I’d kind of like to watch that.”
She swatted me away and stepped out of the shower, water still rolling down her back and over the lush curve of her ass before she grabbed a towel.
She was gone by the time I got back into the cabin, and I knew she’d left to get clothes. Her dad would already be at the training rings, but hopefully it would still be early enough that her mom and sisters might not notice her walk of shame.
I hurried to get dressed and over to the training rings, not so much because I was late, but because despite being with her all night, I just wanted to see her again.
Smitten didn’t even begin to describe how I felt about her. I just wanted to fast forward through the working day so I could get her back to my cabin for round two. Maybe we’d even get around to sex this time. But maybe not. I’d be more than happy to just live between her thighs for the rest of all eternity.
The training yards were quiet when I got there. So incredibly quiet that I stopped and looked around, wondering if I’d got my days wrong and it was actually Sunday. But no, we’d had Sunday dinner last night, so I was definitely scheduled to be at work thirty minutes ago. I strode across the yard to the office and let myself in, but it was as empty as the ring had been. There was a sheet of paper on the desk, though, and I picked it up, my gaze rolling over Frost’s scrawly handwriting.
Taken the group down to the back pasture. Took Hallie with me, since the two of you couldn’t be bothered getting out of bed. Lucky it’s your birthday, Dom, or I would have fired you.
Oh yeah. Birthday.
Summer strode in, the dress she’d worn last night replaced with much more sensible jeans and a tank top that showed off her brown arms. The muscle tone and definition from a life of working on the land distracted me long enough that she grabbed the piece of paper from my hand and skimmed it while I was still checking her out.
“We’re in trouble,” I summarized the note, a smidgen of worry creeping in. I’d been on such a high after finally getting to see Summer naked that I’d shirked my responsibilities. That wasn’t like me.
She blew it off. “Never mind that. It’s your birthday?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. I’d kind of forgotten to be honest.” The days since I’d come here had been so heavily focused on work and Summer, I’d completely lost track of the date. Though I knew for sure that my parents and brothers would all be calling before the day was out, I wasn’t particularly big on birthdays. But my dad loved to make a fuss over things. Christmas was his big hurrah, but birthdays were up there, too. He always made some sort of extravagant gesture, and each year he’d count down the days until our birthdays, so I’d never had the chance to forget about it before.
She clapped her hands together. “So, party then, right?”
I stepped in closer and wrapped my arms around her. “Only if it’s a party for two.”
She grinned and wrapped her arms around my neck. “We partied for two all night long.”
I chuckled. “Better than a rave, don’t you think?”
Her lips skimmed over mine. “Much.” Then she pulled back. “Doesn’t mean we aren’t ce
lebrating outside your cabin, though. Party for everyone, then a party after, just you and me. Deal?”
I screwed up my nose. “We only just had a party in my honor less than two months ago. We can’t have another one. I’d feel like such an attention whore.”
“What about a cookout then? Something low-key, casual. Just Hallie and Nate and a few of the guys.” She raised an eyebrow. “And Felix?”
That actually wasn’t a bad idea. I definitely wanted a reason to see my brother again.
Huh. So weird to think of him like that. But I liked it, too.
Thinking of Felix made me think of that night in the bar, where Summer had smashed a ride on the mechanical bull with only one hand. I needed to get her on the back of a real bull now and see what she had.
“You really want to have this cookout?”
She nodded. “Yep. I really do.”
“You get up and ride again, and I’ll agree.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Blackmail, huh? And here’s me, thinking so highly of your moral character.”
I sniggered. “Did I not ruin my good guy persona when I had my mouth on your p—”
“Okay!” She laughed. “I’ll ride.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “You agreed to that way too easily.”
She pressed up on her toes and kissed me again. “Probably because I’d already decided I was riding again today.”
I swept her off the floor and kissed her hard in victorious excitement. “Let’s do it.”
“We’re supposed to be working!” But she wanted to. And I knew how bad Frost wanted this for her. I was pretty confident he’d agree that getting Summer on the back of a real live bull again was more important than mucking out stalls or trying to fix the engine on the tractor.
“Just a couple of rides. Then we’ll get back to work, deal?”
She bit her lip, but I could already tell she was going to say yes. I fist pumped the air, and we both ran to get a bull from one of the pens.
“Get Axel,” Summer called, climbing to the top of the chutes to get her ropes organized. “Grave Digger is too much right now. But Axel is a good ride.”