by Layne, Lyssa
He drew close. “Like what?”
“Finish what we started last night, for one.”
“Wasn’t you getting your head bashed open and knocked out enough to scare you off?” He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.
“I want to be with you,” she managed.
He moved so close she could see the dark blue flecks in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, Montana-girl.”
“You won’t.”
“I ain’t the stayin’ kind.” He sounded almost regretful.
“You’re here now.” Staring into his eyes, she let the curtain drop. “And that’ll be enough.”
Taking her right hand, he brushed his lips across her knuckles. “Lady, you are so special. You know that?”
Flutters spread outward from her stomach until her limbs trembled. With her heart pounding so hard she suspected he could hear it, she sealed the deal. “Make love to me, Johnny.”
Still holding her hand, he danced her two steps backward. When the backs of her knees bumped the side of the bed, she sank onto her bunk. Eye level with his bellybutton, she followed the narrow trail of light brown hair rising toward his chest, spreading out over his defined pecs. A red scratch zigzagged down his chest.
She turned her gaze in the other direction.
A bright red towel rode low on his narrow hips. The fluffy material did nothing to conceal his erection. It pushed at the nubby fabric, eager to come out and play.
With a bold move that shocked her, she reached out and tugged at the towel. It came loose and drifted to the floor.
His cock stood at full attention.
Lord have mercy.
What had she gotten herself into?
Montana traced his massive erection with a tentative finger. Although light, the contact made him jump. Soft, yet so hard underneath. A strange, wonderful combination.
Circling his penis with her hand, she gently ran her fingers up and down the turgid length. Moisture beaded at the tip and she touched that, too. With her thumb, she smoothed the drop of liquid over the head until Johnny moaned.
His hands rested lightly on her head, not pushing or forcing.
Bending forward, Montana held his penis with both hands and took the tip into her mouth. With her tongue she explored the ridge around the top and the enticing center slit. The moisture she’d noticed earlier grew more pronounced and tasted salty, but not unpleasant.
She sucked deeper, harder.
His pelvis bucked forward.
Releasing her hands from his cock, she grasped his hips. She alternated between running her tongue around the head and pulling his impossibly hard staff far into her throat. His breath came in ragged gasps that sounded harsh, desperate.
Johnny’s hands fisted in her hair, holding her tight.
His thrusting became a blur of motion that had her holding on with both hands. She dug her fingers into his skin as he fought to find his release.
She bit gently, her teeth grazing him.
With a savage cry that seemed to come from his soul, he came, his hot, salty essence filling her mouth as his fingers splayed across the back of her head, twisting in her hair. She milked him dry until he stopped thrusting.
Tipping her head forward, she rested it against his stomach. Her breathing mirrored his—fast, harsh pants.
Gradually, his fingers loosened and his breathing slowed. “Damn, girl.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“So bad.”
Almost immediately, doubt filled her. She wasn’t good at oral sex—God knows Tom had told her often enough—and she’d probably done it all wrong for a man used to more experienced lovers. What had she been thinking, to go at him like that? She leaned back and met his hooded eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Wha—?” Understanding crossed his features. “You thought I was serious? Sugar, you rocked my world.”
“Really?”
“Look.” Her gaze dropped below his bellybutton. He was already half erect again. “Does that look like an unhappy cock?”
“I guess not.”
“He’s getting up again because I haven’t been inside you yet.” He laughed at her mortified look. “You going to let me in that bed? Or are you going to make me stand here with my flag waving in the air?”
She scooted over. “Get in.”
“I intend to.” He lay beside her and gathered her in his arms. “All the way to my balls.”
His crass words sent a wave of heat between her legs and she squeezed them tight to relieve the ache. “Please—”
His chuckle next to her ear gave her goose bumps. “So impatient.”
Embarrassed, she turned her head and closed her eyes.
He rolled over her, covering her body with his. Instinctively her legs parted so his erection rested on her stomach. A shudder ripped through her.
“Hey, darlin’. Look at me.”
Slowly, Montana opened her eyes and met his intense stare. She wet her bottom lip. “What?”
“I’m gonna fuck you slow.”
When she gasped, he captured her lips with his, seeking and demanding. Willingly she opened her mouth and his tongue danced a wild tango with hers, setting her on fire. Her hands found his hair and she wound her fingers in it. Somewhere her brain registered that it was still damp and impossibly silky.
Nothing else on him was soft.
His erection prodded her belly, sending another wave of heat crashing through her. Her nipples beaded, ached for his touch. The sensation of his chest hair rubbing them was almost more than she could endure.
A moan of half-pain, half-pleasure ripped from her.
He tore his mouth from hers, levering himself up on his elbows. Nipping along her jaw, neck and collarbone, he bit just hard enough to sting but not really hurt. At her right breast, he pressed his mouth against the outer curve, but didn’t taste.
Montana tightened her hold on his hair, her fingernails scraping his scalp. “Oh, dear Lord.”
His chuckle vibrated against her taut skin. Her already stiff nipples peaked into painful points. With a none-too-gentle tug of his hair, she positioned his lips over one. Instead of taking it into his mouth like she craved, he licked it, then blew.
Montana arched her back.
Mewling little sounds came from her throat.
He changed sides and repeated.
She thrashed her head from side to side. He was driving her mad. If he didn’t—there! He took her breast deep, sucking fiercely. With a hand, he covered the other one, placing her erect nipple between his fingers and pinching. Almost painful, but stopping just short of actually hurting her.
He tormented her breasts until her belly clenched and her thighs trembled.
She needed more.
“I—”
The words wouldn’t come. She couldn’t make herself say what she wanted him to do. Releasing his hair, she dug her fingers into his shoulders.
“What do you want?” His voice sounded strained as if he’d sung all night long.
When he took his sinful mouth from her, she almost cried. She fought to focus. “What?”
“Tell me what you want me to do.” His lips closed over a nipple again.
He wanted her to say it? She closed her eyes again as his mouth pulled deep. She couldn’t. Telling him she had to have his mouth on her—she couldn’t even say the word—was too much.
He changed sides, pausing long enough to say, “Tell me.”
Frustration built inside, warred with desire. “I—I—can’t.”
Giving her nipple a little nip, he raised his head. “You want my tongue inside your pussy?”
She managed to jerk her head in affirmation. “Yes.”
Thankful he wouldn’t make her say what she craved after all, and impatient for him to make good on his promise, she pushed his head as he moved away from her breasts.
He circled her bellybutton with his tongue, maddening her.
The muscles in her lower stomach tightened into a knot.<
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Inch by inch, he made his way down her abdomen, dropping kisses so light she wasn’t sure he actually touched her. As he moved down, her knees fell open. Skimming his finger over the springy curls, he stopped above the tiny nub that could give so much pleasure.
If only he would touch it.
She wiggled.
His fingers fluttered as though he were playing one of his guitars, but he didn’t enter her.
“Please—” came out on a sob.
Slipping lower, he wrapped his arms around her shaking thighs. He slipped his tongue inside her. Using it like a lethal weapon, he fucked her just as he’d promised.
Grabbing handfuls of his hair, Montana held so tight she might’ve pulled out chunks. Her hips lifted off the bed as tiny crimps in her stomach began to build, each one a little stronger than the last. She moaned, her head thrown back.
He lifted his mouth, making her sob in protest.
“You ready to cream for me, baby?” His low, sexy voice slid over her like a warm breeze.
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”
Instead of putting his mouth back on her, he licked two fingers, then skimmed them over her engorged clit. Using his thumb to keep her stimulated, he slipped a finger into her wet channel. When she arched against his fist, he added a second finger. Spreading them wide, he slid them in and out until she thought she’d faint from the intensity.
When the tiny crimps in her belly turned into full-blown bolts of electricity slamming through her, she screamed and clenched her legs around his shoulders.
Before the last jolt, he moved above her, the tip of his cock already pressed against her. “Ready for more?” He grinned wickedly. “Much more?”
She nodded, still shaken by the orgasm he’d just given her. A sudden burst of boldness inspired her and she said, “Ride me, Cowboy.”
He froze as though she’d thrown ice water over him. “Say my name.”
The fierceness in his voice startled her and she found his angry eyes. She touched his cheek. “I want you, Johnny Cortez.” She reached between them and found his erection. She guided it to her slick opening. “Make love to me.”
With a guttural, cry he filled her. She winced at his size and depth. He locked their hands above her head, his eyes burning into hers.
“You okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
Keeping their gazes locked, he began to slide in and out, each time a little harder.
As he began to pump, the fire she thought had burned out began to reignite. Smoldering embers burst into flames. Thrust for thrust she met him, building to a fever pitch.
The flames grew impossibly hot.
He rose up and slipped his hand between them and found her clit with his fingers. Pinching gently, he sent her over the edge.
Her walls clenched around him as she came. “Johnny!”
With a final push, he groaned and spilled his hot essence deep inside her womb.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Johnny lay on his back, staring at the bunk above. Montana rested across him, dozing. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, one leg lodged between his thighs. He brushed a hand over her hair and she shifted.
Already his cock was upright and ready to go again. He could chalk his desire to not getting laid in almost half a year, but it was more than that. This woman drove him crazy. Unlike Teal and others before her, Montana’s sweet innocence had been unbelievably hot. She had made him wild.
Somehow, she’d broken through the ice surrounding his frozen heart.
He was falling hard for her.
What the fuck?
He was getting as bad as any chick mistaking a good time for love.
Where was Joel when Johnny needed him? He desperately wanted his manager to talk him down. To make some sense of these unfamiliar feelings. To tell him to fuck her good and forget about it. The last time he’d made the big-ass blunder of mistaking great screwing for love, he’d ended up married.
Johnny had thought he loved Teal. But now when he thought about his ex, he realized he’d like to fuck her six ways to Sunday, but any real emotion had been missing.
Nothing like what he felt for Montana.
She made him laugh, she made him think.
And damn, she drove him insane between the sheets.
He had to leave soon; he couldn’t stay. His life was in L.A., not this remote Colorado camp. None of this was real. It was a nice interlude, but he had to go home. Recording the new songs for Betrayed would start soon and he had to get his head on business. There was no room in his life for a long-distance relationship.
A relationship?
A tumble, no matter how great, didn’t create a lifetime bond. He had to remember that before he got himself into another tangle he couldn’t shake free from. Just because he had to go back to L.A. in a few days, there was no reason they couldn’t both have a good time while he was here.
Where was the vodka? He needed a stiff drink.
Montana’s knee nudged his balls and he moved a little so she didn’t rack him. The movement woke her.
She opened her gray eyes, blinking like a sleepy little kitten. Her cheek rested against his chest, right over his pounding heart. “Hi.”
Johnny tightened his hold on her. “Hello, gorgeous.”
Her left hand splayed across his abdomen. She fluttered her fingers. He desperately wished she would drop them down a few inches and wrap them around his cock.
He cupped his hand over her breast and squeezed. “Why don’t you scoot up here and put this in my mouth?”
Hesitating only a moment, she straddled his stomach and leaned forward to press her mouth to his. Letting her take the lead, Johnny dropped his hands to his sides as she explored the seam of his lips with the tip of her tongue. When he opened his mouth, she darted inside then back out, as if she were amazed by her own daring.
The kiss was sweet, almost shy.
The next time she did it, he closed his lips around her tongue, holding it captive. He sucked, making her whimper. That little sound drove him crazy. His pecker lifted in anticipation. Raising his hands, he grabbed her hips, resisting the impulse to lift her and impale on her on his eager cock. Instead, he let go of her hips and covered her breasts with his palms. Why had he ever thought he liked big fake tits? Montana’s smallish breasts fit exactly into his hands and were just right. Perfect size. Perfect shape. Perfect taste.
He dragged his mouth from hers and, wrapping his hands around the middle of her back, urged her to move up so he could tease her nipples with his lips. He eyed them for a moment. Pretty, the color of pink pearls. How could something so delicate be so firm? Taking one between his teeth, he bit down gently until she half whimpered and half sighed. Although it seemed impossible, her breasts plumped and swelled under his laving.
She wrapped her fingers in his hair as if she would never let go. His scalp tingled at the intense hold she had on him, but he wouldn’t have asked her to release him for anything.
With his free hand, he slid between them and found her clit and tormented until she jerked every time his finger slid across the slick nub.
“I like that,” she gasped.
“Not as much as I do, baby.”
Her fingers tightened their hold. “Do it again.”
“Whatever you say.” Turning his hand over so that his palm cupped her, he slid a finger inside her pussy. So fucking wet and tight. He pressed deep. Her muscles clenched around his finger. Holy shit! Was it possible for a guy to come by fingering a chick?
Montana gasped. “Johnny? I need you—” he pushed in again and she arched her back, tugging her breast from his mouth “—now.”
Lifting her by the hips, he positioned her over his cock. She placed her palms on his chest and lowered herself onto his erection inch by agonizing inch until she held him fully encased. For several moments, she sat letting her body accommodate his size.
He rarely let his partner lead, but curiosity about where Montana would take him conv
inced him to let her direct. He placed his hands on her hips, but let her set the pace. Her eyes closed as she rocked her pelvis against his. Gradually her motion increased until she rose up then down, riding him like a merry-go-round pony.
Gritting his teeth, he fought for control. He couldn’t have been more turned on if he tried. His balls drew up tight. He couldn’t wait much longer.
“Montana,” he ground out.
She responded by curling her fingers into his chest, her nails biting his skin like talons.
As her pussy began to convulse around him, he thrust up into her. There was no stopping, no turning back.
“Come for me, baby,” he grunted.
He slipped his fingers between them and flicked her clit.
She screamed as an orgasm washed over her and she slumped forward.
If it wasn’t for her tightening around his thrusting cock, he might’ve thought she’d passed out on his sweat-slickened chest. He lifted his hips, pushing impossibly deep, reaching for his own climax. He came with a force that rocked him. Tremors shook his body as his balls pulled up, forcing his seed deep into her.
A mighty roar came from somewhere near his toes, shattering the silence in the cabin. He bellowed as loud as if he were in an arena with seventy-thousand fans screaming his name. Raw. Primal. Free.
The walls of the cabin may have shaken. He wasn’t sure.
Near his ear, Montana’s harsh breathing made his dick give one last quiver. Her hair hung over his face and he brushed it away. Her skin was flushed rosy and dewy from exertion. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a prettier woman, even with the bandages on her forehead. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her off his spent dick and placed her in the crook of his arm.
She closed her eyes, and the sound of their intermingled breathing filled the silence. Had she fallen asleep?
Usually Johnny couldn’t wait for a woman to get out of his bed when they were done screwing; he hated the whole cuddle thing. All the chatter and trying to dig inside his head, when all he wanted was a drink and some sleep.
“Montana?”
“Hmmm?”
“Your head okay?”
“Fine.” She sighed. “A little achy.”
“You thirsty?”
