Collared By The Cowboy (Bad Boys)

by Susan Arden

  “Darlin’ you’re driving me wild.”

  “Let me taste you. Please?” She bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes. Man, she knew just what to say and do to have him off his rocker.

  He couldn’t resist taking hold of her by the shoulders and bringing her forward. He crushed his mouth down on hers, kissing her hard and rough. When he released her, he rolled her nipples between his fingers, his dick throbbing for relief so bad it hurt.

  “Suck on my cock and then I’ll take care of you like you need.” With her hair wild and loose, he fisted handfuls, drawing her face down to his crown. He gritted his teeth as Mia smeared the droplets of pre-cum running from the tip, flicking her thumb across the stretch of tight skin along the back. He shuddered when her hot tongue swiped over the top. Not once, but several times.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, rubbing his swollen head over her lips and tongue.

  “Mia,” he groaned, captivated by the sight of her flattening her tongue and stroking his cockhead against it—sweet torture in letting her work him.

  “Do you like that?” she whispered, gazing up at him. “Or do you want me to take you in my mouth?”

  “Baby, you’re such a tease.” Liquid fire raced in his veins and burst at the wet kiss of her lips on his tip, hotter and torturous with her slippery mouth pressing down the sides of his shaft. He jerked, spurting more pre-cum into her mouth. The pressure to release mounted in his balls. Not yet. Fuck, not yet! With her hair in his hands, he held her steady, and flexed his hips, plunging his cock into her mouth.

  She moaned then began pumping her mouth along his stalk with just the right amount of suction and pressure.

  “Perfect,” he grunted. She was made to give him head. “Can you take more?”

  She hummed, the sound catching in the back of her throat and vibrated over his dick. Silently he groaned, watching his length disappear into her pink mouth and come out shiny with her saliva.

  “Sir, I love sucking your dick.” She licked him, groaning in a husky voice, and he thrust back into her mouth, riding down her tongue and holding his crown at the back of her throat. He could feel her throat muscles slowly relax, and he pushed himself deeper as she opened her mouth wider.

  “Fuck!” He slid farther down her throat …and then a little farther as she swallowed him and then he rocked back, dragging his shaft out and clenching his jaw. “God, you’re incredible. Take me again.”

  Mia held his shaft at the base, her slender fingers not fully encircling his girth, and she sucked forcefully on his crown before she said, “Do it.”

  The pulsating tension at the base of his spine flickered, and he sped up, running his crown against her hot silky tongue. “Shit. I’m going to lose it watching you swallow my cock.”

  He drove himself forward until her lips grazed his balls. He flexed his hips, lifting up off his heels, and the angry burn in his calves increased as he stared down at Mia taking him deeper into her mouth. He fought to keep from detonating as her dark pink lips encircled him in a band of mind-blowing pleasure. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks and he whispered, “Again. Relax, baby. Swallow me one more time.”

  He slid out of her mouth with her lips gliding snugly along his shaft and she gripped him with both hands. Cool air glided over his glistening cock and the interplay of hot and cold had him grinding his teeth to maintain control. His abs tightened as Mia ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of his crown.

  “Come in my mouth,” she whispered, her breath a hot caress on his cock.

  Brandon almost shot his load hearing those aphrodisiac words. He directed Mia’s head back down his shaft and proceeded to fuck her mouth. She took his length, slowly at first as he guided himself back down her throat.

  “Sweet lord,” he murmured, savoring the satin heat of her mouth enfolding his entire length. A rush of chill bumps erupted over his torso at the sight of his cock withdrawing from her luscious lips. Again, he thrust into her mouth, fisting her hair and stroking his thumbs over the hollows of her cheeks as he popped past the muscular rim at the back of her throat.

  “That’s it baby. A little more.” He ground his teeth as he coaxed her to swallow and accommodate his cock.

  He plunged again and she took his entire length until he was repeatedly fucking her mouth, lips and throat. The erotic sensation of her taking him from tip to root spiked his hunger. The muscles throughout his body contracted. The firestorm of lust and need erupted from his cock as a crack of lightning exploded at the base of his spine and shattered into bright dots, blinding his vision as he came with wrecking ball force inside Mia’s mouth.

  She sucked him, swallowing his release, and holding on to his shaft through the mini-bursts of aftershocks. She licked around his head as he shuddered.

  “Sir,” she moaned, and again pulled his crown into her hot mouth, looking up at him with glittery, lust soaked eyes.

  “Baby,” he groaned, tangling his hands in her hair, and pumping the last drop of his release into her greedy mouth.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “There’s a hot dude at the door,” Dani had announced. “He’s asking for you.”

  Mia had set down her textbook and removed her glasses, not that she’d been able to remember a thing she’d read from the chapter about Freudian projection.

  “By name?” she’d asked, her skin shrinking as well as heating. Couldn’t be Brandon…could it? Don’t be crazy. He has no idea where I live.

  “Yup. Brandon Man-Candy McLemore. Dang, I’ll take that version of ‘more’ if you’re too busy studying.”

  “Oh, God!” she’d said, her pulse rocketing up somewhere near the stratosphere. Her racing mind still bordered on disbelief that he'd turned up here, and completing the emotional overload was a smidgen of panic.

  Any shock that remained from seeing Brandon on her doorstep had dissolved with the feel of his cock fucking her mouth. His raw sensuality overpowered her until she was sucking him deep then deeper. She couldn’t believe it was possible to get him down her throat, but with his hands woven in her hair and his voice coaxing her to take more of him, she wanted to swallow all of him, from root to tip.

  The sensation of his hard-on in her mouth created ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Without a stitch of clothing on and with him holding her head, her body took over. He was thick, hard, and unrelenting against her tongue. His gaze guided her while his fingers entwined in her hair, pulling on her scalp, and burning all worry from her mind. She lost track of her thoughts as his voice enticed her to take more of him. Thrust after mind-altering thrust, he had her racing to the edge as the coil in her belly tightened. Kneeling in front of Brandon, he fucked her mouth like a savage—and she loved every damn second.

  He gazed down at her, his Greek-god body towering over her. A small part of her hummed in satisfaction, knowing she’d brought this powerful man to the edge. She sat back on her heels, highly sensitive to the throbbing within her pussy. She felt slick and swollen with her knees pressed together and the pad of Brandon’s finger tracing her lips.

  “Baby,” he murmured.

  His cock was rock hard as though he had hadn't just exploded down her throat. He tasted so damn good, and thinking about taking everything he had to give—the moment when this dominating stud groaned her name, rubbing his fingertips over her face, and telling her what it was like to fuck her mouth—she’d stopped thinking, and it was pure sensation that washed over her skin like a contact high. She needed him.

  “Please, Sir,” she said, without shame. “Fuck me.”

  “Get into bed,” he growled, his eyes roaming down her body. “You deserve to have your ass smacked and rode. Hard. I was worried about you.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, lowering her gaze.

  Brandon took hold of her arm and with his other hand he cupped her chin. “I called you. Two phones, and both of them you refused to answer. My calls didn’t roll to voicemail. You knew damn well I was concerned, and on my
way back up here.”

  No point in arguing. It was true. She swallowed but it didn’t help. The lump of confusion had grown within a throat that was now raw from him, and at the same time she hungered to feel his power commanding her, his body owning her. Damn, she’d give anything to do it all over again.

  “Maybe you should spank me,” she said softly, pushing off the floor and standing in front of him.

  “No.” He tilted her chin. “I’m not going to spank you tonight. You’re sad and upset. I’m going to take care of you. You’ve dealt with my frustration and need. Mia, don’t shut down on me. The rest of the night is yours. Let me take care of you.”

  “You’re hard to deny. But you already know that. Don’t you?” She stroked a finger down his pecs and over the rippling dips and contours of his abs. She stopped just millimeters from the base of his dick, tracing the edge of the trimmed dark hair surrounding his hard-on. She relished that he took care of himself. His cock and balls were a work of art. “Do you want to fuck me from behind?”

  “God,” he groaned low. “Baby, I’d love to take you like that. First, I want face-to-face, skin on skin, my name on your lips. It’s all about your needs. Now.”

  He jerked his chin to the bed and this time she complied. She sat down and scooted backwards. “Come to me,” she said, and parted her thighs in invitation.

  His eyes heated, appearing feral, but he didn’t rush forward. His consuming gaze roved down her body, then he frowned. He climbed onto the bed and gingerly picked up her calf. “What happened?”

  Her knees were scraped and one of her calves was badly bruised. She clenched her jaw and replied, “I slipped. In the parking lot.”

  Brandon’s face changed from hungry to tense, his clear eyes darkening from blue to endless black. “Did someone push you?”

  “No. I was walking to my car,” she said defensively, and realized he’d pick up on her tone. She calmed herself, taking on an impassive expression and returned his gaze. “There was ice. I slipped. End of story.”

  “Something’s missing,” he said, and moved over her body. His hard torso skimmed over her. It took no effort for him to push her back against the pillows, his eyes searching her face. “Start talking.”

  His hands slid down her sides, opening her legs so wide she was stretched and vulnerable, yet he held off claiming her. “Please. Nothing matters except you inside me.”

  “There’s a difference between relief and running away. Baby, I’ll give you what you want. Just talk to me.”

  “Brandon. I promise. We’ll talk later. Don’t make me beg.” She curled her hands around his neck and hoisted her hips, rubbing herself over his cock. His hand lowered between their bodies; she felt the tip of him tease her and she arched, bringing herself closer to him. Oh dear God, this man was going to drive her to the brink. She bit her lip to keep from demanding that he do more than torment her.

  “Give yourself to me. Every inch. Every ounce. Mia.” His warm breath caressed her cheek as the taut thread in his voice commanded her.

  “Yes,” she exhaled a needy whimper as his fingers separated her folds. Brandon slid a finger into her and she arched against him, her fingers digging into his hard flesh. “I’m right there. So close, I swear, you can’t imagine.”

  Brandon’s gaze consumed her on the spot as he fingered her. “I love to watch you come. So beautiful.”

  “Then let me,” she said with a husky voice.

  “Not yet. Mia.” He lowered his hips and drove his cock into her, not stopping until he’d lifted her hips, hauling her up to him.

  “Baby, I’ll be careful of your leg. This should be just what you’re after.” He flexed his hips then reentered her. She bowed her back as he slid inside her, slower this time, going deeper, and she felt every inch of him stretching her. The muscles over his body flexed and the fleeting tease of shadows along his skin were enticingly seductive.

  “Brandon,” she moaned, reaching for him.

  He caught her hand and kissed her palm, then lightly bit the side of her hand. “Let me own you,” he whispered.

  She rolled her hips, squeezing his cock as he palmed her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Please. More.”

  He withdrew his cock again, hovering at her entrance. “Baby, don’t fight me. I’ll take care of you.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Better not.” He thrust into her and she moaned. Holding himself aloft, he ground down between her legs and she stopped struggling. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pummeled his hips in a driving force. He nipped at her shoulder, down her arm, and all the way to her fingertips. He pressed up against her body, his smooth skin sliding across her belly, and his mouth started anew. Velvet heat, the slide of his mouth up to her neck, he tangled his fingers at her nape, tugging her hair, and he didn’t stop pounding his hips between her legs. So intense, he picked her up, fucking her over and over until his name on her spilled from her lips.

  “Brandon,” she moaned.

  “Baby.” He ran his palms over her knees, and hesitated, a look of concern spread on his face. “Don’t want to hurt your lovely knees.”

  She let him arrange her, twisting and angling her body, holding on to her thigh, and then his hips moved, drawing and driving his whole length into and nearly out of her in powerful thrusts, each harder than the last.

  “Please…” she hissed.

  “So fucking sexy,” he murmured. “You come when I tell you.”

  She inhaled, trying to wrap her thoughts around his order. Their bodies fit together as though made from fluid bones and flesh. Over and over he entered her, penetrating her in a way that she’d never felt before, as though she were losing her mind. His hands pulled her upright at one point, wrapping her legs around his waist and he lifted her up and down over his dick. Brandon erotically commanded her, freeing her to feel and not think. He was over her, a pounding force between her thighs; then he stopped, hauled her from the bed, and instructed her to bend over. “I’m going to love watching my dick go in and out of you.”

  “Oh. God,” she whispered, riding the wave of euphoria he crafted. She seesawed on the verge, and dug her fingers into the bed. “So good.”

  He leaned across her back, his deep voice rasping against her ear. “Eyes on me, Mia, always. Even when I’m behind you. Don’t come until I give you the word. Understand, beautiful?”

  She glanced over her shoulder, nodding at him as he stood behind her, hoisting her hips high in the air with her forearms pressing down on the bed. He slammed into her, the feel of him stretching and filling her to the point that she began to shake. Brandon increased his tempo, sliding in and out of her in short pumps, rubbing against her G-spot, and it felt like the floors and walls in her world gave way.

  “Sir,” she cried out, her body clenching. Her muscles trembled. She pushed back on him, bowing upward.

  “Now, sweetheart. Come for me, baby.”

  She burst apart and came hard, calling his name. She fisted the sheets, squeezing around his cock, and he kept pumping into her. She floated for several seconds, until her knees seemed to liquefy and she swayed. Brandon withdrew from her, murmuring her name and caressing her skin. He picked her up and carried her to the center of the bed, laying her down and spreading her legs.

  “Brandon,” she moaned.

  “Open for me. All the way.” He bent over her, his finger spreading her folds and his wet and warm mouth fastened onto her, making her breath catch.

  Oh dear Lord. He was going to drive her crazy. He drew a slow swirl with his expert tongue over her clit, teasing her. Torturing her. She let go of a sharp hiss and held on to his head, yanking on his hair, arching into the sensual heat of his mouth as he pierced her with his tongue and fingers, urging her to come again. He scraped his teeth over her clit, unleashing a thousand rivulets of scorching pleasure in her belly.

  Her body buzzed, and she clung to him, begging. “Please. I need you. I can’t hold back.” She lay on the mattress, a go
lden, glowing haze threatening to fill her once more.

  “Not yet, Mia. Mine. Watch what I do to you,” he commanded in a deep, husky voice as his breath scalded her swollen flesh. He locked and held her gaze as he sucked on her clit, his large hands pulling down on her thighs, and she writhed wildly against his mouth in a riot of shattering sensations.

  “Brandon, please.” Her knees shook uncontrollably, the pressure inside her almost too much to contain. He pressed his mouth to her inner thigh and the scrape of his beard-roughened skin nearly sent her over the edge.

  “We’re both close. Almost there.” He lifted his shoulders from between her legs as he came up onto his knees.

  “So close,” she echoed his words, watching erotically mesmerized as he stroked his swollen cock a couple of time before he arranged her legs over his shoulders.

  “Baby, I’m going to fuck you. God, I’m going to really fuck you now.” Pressing his fingers into her skin, he thrust deep inside her, releasing a husky groan that vibrated his chest. The smooth muscular contours along his back went rigid under her calves and for a moment, he held their bodies flush, giving her time to accommodate his hard-on.

  He partially withdrew his cock, tensing from the erotic pleasure of withholding, and elongating the moment.

  Then when it seemed like they both would crack, he barreled into her, his cock hot and hard, and he pumped his hips without stopping. He refused to slow, even when their skin slickened with sweat and their breath came out in pants. He moved deeper inside her, slamming and slapping his hips, holding her against him.

  “Now, Mia. Fuck, now!”

  She shattered with his name on her lips. The storm within her body quieted to a roar and then she was flung high on his next thrust, into splintering ecstasy. His body arched and he paused in mid-stroke, calling out her name. She looked up to see the corded muscles in his shoulders, neck, and arms flexing as he released.