Cowboy Casanova: Rough Riders, Book 12

by Lorelei James

  He leaned closer. “To be honest, I’d buy one. Then I’d have a reference point for each new baby and that baby’s siblings. I think I called Colby’s second boy the wrong name for the better part of a year.”

  Ainsley laughed softly.

  “God I love to hear you laugh.”

  “Ben.”

  “Ainsley.”

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “I can’t help it. I’ve been thinking about the first thing I’m gonna do to you after I peel off that sexy skirt. It makes your ass look amazing, by the way.”

  Her gaze fell to his mouth and she licked her lips. “What idea is winning?”

  “It’s a tie right now between smacking your ass until you come, or fucking it until you come.”

  “I can’t believe you said that. Here in your mother’s house, with all your relatives within earshot.”

  His smile held no guilt whatsoever. “But I didn’t hear you sayin’ no.”

  Ainsley cocked her head, acting coy. “Because I’m trying to decide which option holds more appeal for me, Bennett. Not that you’d give me a say.”

  Without breaking eye contact, Ben reached for her hand and squeezed before releasing it. “I’ll give you a say, but there is a condition.”

  “Which is?”

  “We leave right fucking now.”

  Her hazel eyes heated to a molten gold. Those ripe lips curled into a smirk. “I am feeling tired, now that you mention it.”

  It took ten minutes to say goodbye, and Ben knew he’d missed people. If it’d been up to him, they would’ve just left, but Ainsley was too polite for that.

  Once they were finally in his truck, he said, “Straight to my place?”

  “My car is still at the community center. I need to get it and I’ll follow you out.”

  He kept hold of her hand, absentmindedly running his thumb over her knuckles. He’d thought the simple touch would soothe him, would lessen his overwhelming need to pull his truck over and fuck her blind. But it only made him more impatient. He shifted in his seat, trying to combat the pressure from his jeans on his already hard cock. Trying to combat the pressure inside himself he didn’t quite understand.

  He’d been with her last night. Pushing her limits. Mixing it up. Not holding back on his Dom side, but keeping their slap and tickle more focused on the tickle side, than the slap. Using the flogger on the front side of her body. Holding her on edge, waiting for the multi-point sting that never connected. She hadn’t acted frustrated, especially not when he’d set the flogger aside and fucked her, face-to-face. Taking his time, building up, pulling back, dragging out the pleasure for an hour before letting them both come. Afterward, Ainsley had been so exhausted, she’d crawled in his bed and had fallen asleep. And like some kind of lovesick sap, he’d crawled in bed beside her and watched her sleep, unable to stop from touching her even when she wasn’t aware he was doing it.

  He had no fucking idea what was wrong with him.

  He parked next to her car, noticing it wasn’t the only one left in the lot. He took her hand and helped her from the cab.

  She surprised him with a kiss. “Can I just say that I really love how you always open my door? And walk me to my car?”

  “It’s my pleasure.”

  Her fingers toyed with the snaps on his shirt. “I can tell you’re antsy. My place is closer than yours. So since I have some say in tonight’s fun and games, can we play there? You could even keep your truck parked here, if you’re worried about someone seeing it parked in my drive.”

  She was worried about his reputation? Right.

  But he was too horny to care.

  “Drive.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Wally and Charo usually greeted her at the door no matter what time she rolled in, complaining loudly, and sniffing her shoes. Not tonight.

  Ainsley flipped on the lamps in the living room. She shut the shades. She fought the need to tidy up—straighten the fleece blanket draped over the couch, gather the newspaper and mug on the coffee table. How could she be so nervous in her own house?

  “Ainsley.”

  She looked at him, definitely in Dom mode now, nonchalantly leaning against the wall. With that look in his eye. The man knew how to smolder. “Yes?”

  “Come here.”

  A mere twenty steps across the small space and she stood in front of him. More nervous than before.

  Bennett ran his knuckles down her cheek. Then he cupped her chin and traced the outline of her lips with his thumb. “Put your mouth on me.”

  Ainsley didn’t move. Didn’t think. He’d tell her exactly what he wanted her to do. And that was exactly what she wanted. After being in charge all day, she’d gladly let Bennett take charge of her.

  His hand fell to his waist and he worked his belt buckle, his midnight-blue eyes remained locked on hers.

  She lowered to the carpet. She unzipped his jeans and yanked the denim until the jeans were around his ankles. He’d gone commando. His cock bounced against his belly.

  He threaded both his hands through her hair and brought her face to his groin. “Take all of me.”

  Closing her eyes, she let Bennett guide her where he wanted. The wet tip of his cock brushed her lips. She opened her mouth wider, as the hard flesh slipped over her tongue. When the cockhead bumped into her soft palate, she fought the gag reflex until she took his entire length.

  He held her head in place and said, “Swallow.”

  Her throat muscles constricted around the head and he groaned.

  “Again.”

  Ainsley exhaled and swallowed twice in rapid succession.

  “Christ that’s good. Enough.” Bennett slowly eased back. “Suck me hard.”

  Her hands clamped onto his butt cheeks to bring his body closer. His balls bumped her chin. Then she started to suck.

  Bennett broke that tight suction each time as he pulled back until the rim of his cock scraped against her teeth. He permitted her to moisten her lips before he slid his shaft in, again lodging his cock in her throat. “Ah, fuck. I could watch you all night. You’re hot as fire on your knees with my dick filling your mouth.”

  She looked up at him. Not feeling passive, but powerful.

  “So pretty.” His fingers lovingly mapped every plane and angle of her face. “So obedient. Make me come, angel.” He kept his hands on her cheeks as he pumped in and out of her mouth with short, fast jabs.

  Ainsley worked the tip, flicking her tongue beneath the head as she sucked in opposition to his thrusts.

  His hands tightened, his breath quickened and he made a guttural sound as he came in hot spurts.

  A haze of satisfaction coursed through her as she swallowed. She kept tonguing and sucking until he squeezed her jaw, forcing her to release him.

  Bennett slumped against the wall with a heavy sigh.

  She remained on her knees, running her fingertips up his naked flanks as she nuzzled his belly. Enjoying touching him.

  “Ainsley,” he said in that sex-roughened voice. He wrapped his hands around her biceps and brought her to her feet. His gaze was firmly fixed on her mouth. “I love seein’ your lips lookin’ so shiny and full after you blow me. It’s goddamn sexy.” He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. Twice. Then he murmured, “Get your vibrator.”

  She hesitated long enough that he quirked the one eyebrow that said, Why you still here questioning me? and she hustled to her bedroom nightstand.

  Since Bennett hadn’t specified which vibrator, she chose the most basic silver bullet model. She returned to the living room to find he’d rearranged the furniture, placing a straight-backed kitchen chair across from one of the green parson’s chairs. He’d yanked up his jeans and kicked off his boots. His posture as he rested his backside into her couch might’ve been standoffish—arms folded over his chest—but the heat in his eyes nearly set her clothes on fire.

  “Underwear off. Pantyhose off.” He grinned ferally. “But go ahead and put
them high heels back on.”

  After she strapped on the heels, he held his hand out for the vibrator and pointed to the kitchen chair.

  “You know what I’ve been thinkin’ about since I saw you up on that stage, looking so damn professional in that sexy-assed skirt?”

  Ainsley shook her head.

  “How much I wanna see your hand up that skirt getting yourself off.” He studied her. “Have you ever done that? Been so horny that you had to take care of yourself in your office?”

  “No.”

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  “No. I haven’t done it. I swear.”

  “Good.” Bennett parked himself on the parson’s chair less than five feet from where she sat. “Think about it. You’re dressed so prim and proper, but your thoughts are so naughty. You’re so desperate to come you’ve locked your office door. No one can see you. No one knows what you’re doin’. Show me what you’d do.”

  Her pulse skyrocketed. Bennett liked to play games. Her hands trembled as she inched her fingers down the silky fabric covering her legs. When she reached the hem, she tugged the skirt upward, not in a strip tease but trying to keep her thunder thighs from joggling. Once the material circled her hips, she glanced over at Bennett.

  “Touch yourself.”

  She palmed her mound, separating her pussy lips with her middle finger. She swirled the tip around the opening, slid it back up and performed the same swirling motion around her clit. Then side to side. Following the slit back down, she pushed her finger inside her pussy.

  “Did it make you hot when my cock was in your mouth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck yourself. Use two fingers.”

  Ainsley spread her knees wider and pressed both fingers deep. She moved them in and out, trying not to be embarrassed by the wet sucking noises her body made. She ground her clit into the hard flesh at the base of her thumb.

  “That’s it, baby, come on. Take it. I can tell you’re almost there.”

  She arched back, removing her hand so her middle finger could flick her clit. So close. So close… Right…there. She gasped, enjoying that sweet, sweet throb of orgasm. In that moment her thoughts were purely selfish. She didn’t think of Bennett at all.

  As the last pulse faded, warm lips landed on hers. Impatient fingers fumbled with the buttons on her sweater. She wanted to sink into the kiss, but Bennett murmured, “Off. All of it.”

  Ainsley stood and draped the sweater over the back of the chair. She unbuttoned her skirt and it slithered down her legs to the floor. Bennett’s hands were on the bottom of her lace shell. He pulled it over her head, tossing it aside and attacked the hooks on her bra. Then she was stark naked except for her shoes. And Bennett’s hungry eyes ate up every inch.

  He led her to the bathroom and flipped on all the lights. “Up on your knees. On the counter. Facing the mirror.”

  She actually blurted, “But why?” before the two hard smacks stung her backside.

  “Now.”

  Not only did her face heat, but her whole body burned as she scrambled onto the low countertop. She did not want to see all her body flaws in what felt like stadium lighting. Her head fell forward of its own accord and her hair obscured her face.

  Bennett grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her back up. “Look at yourself.”

  “I-I don’t want to.”

  “Not a request.” She watched his big hands in the mirror. His roughness to her softness. Those hard-skinned hands roved over her body. Holding her breasts, teasing her nipples, following the wide shape of her hips to her thighs. “You’re gorgeous, angel. So bold, yet so compliant. There isn’t anything sexier to me. No question you’re all woman. And how lucky that you’re all mine.”

  A different type of heat, a melting sensation, filled her chest. Bennett knew her so well. Knew when her confidence needed bolstering. Knew when to force her to stop thinking and just feel. Just obey.

  He put her vibrator in her hand. “Get yourself off with this. See how beautiful you are when you let go.”

  One good thing about this scene—the vibrator would get her off quickly. Ainsley braced her left palm against the wall and turned the silver bullet on high.

  As she placed the vibrator tip above her clit, Bennett’s hands cupped her breasts. His fingers toyed with her nipples. Then his mouth connected with the curve of her waist.

  Oh. That felt fantastic. The string of openmouthed kisses down to her lower back. The sharp bite of his teeth and the sweet, soothing kisses he pressed over the skin he’d nipped.

  When goose bumps danced across her body, he chuckled and tweaked her nipples hard.

  She gasped. Then she realized she was supposed to be using the vibrator and set it directly on her clit.

  “Huh-uh. Not yet. Fuck yourself with it. I wanna see it disappearing into that tight pussy.”

  She rested the length against her slit before she inserted the buzzing object, allowing her head to fall back as she lost herself in pleasure.

  A hard whack on her ass returned her focus to the mirror.

  He bestowed such delicious agony on her back with that wicked mouth of his. She watched in the mirror as she shoved the vibrator into her hole, realizing what a turn on it was to see her swollen, glistening sex swallowing it.

  “Come for me, angel. Show me again.”

  She pulled the bullet out and held the tip directly on her clit. The sights, sounds and vibrations were overwhelming. She moaned when the blood-plumped tissues pulsed and moaned louder when Bennett pinched her nipples.

  “Watch,” he demanded.

  And she did. She didn’t hate the reflection of herself; she reveled in it. She was unapologetically wanton, a sensual woman riding the wave of ecstasy brought about by her lover’s command.

  “That’s it, beautiful. See yourself as I see you.”

  Those sweet words had more impact than back-to-back orgasms.

  Bennett kissed a path up her left side, pausing to nuzzle the bottom of her breast. “Give me the vibrator.”

  Ainsley held out it. Keeping their gazes locked in the mirror, he sucked the bullet into his mouth. Then he licked it clean with long strokes of his tongue, making happy growls before releasing it.

  Okay. That was hot. Talk about stirring her juices again.

  Bennett helped her down from the counter, making sure she was steady on her high-heeled shoes before letting go of her. He whipped off his shirt. Shucked his jeans. Rolled on a condom.

  His eyes were wild with lust. All that masculine impatience was for her. She raised her chin and smirked.

  “Ooh. Girl is getting cocky. I’d take that as a personal challenge if my cock wasn’t about to burst. Bend over. Hands on the floor. Spread your legs wide.”

  That commanding Dom voice did it for her in a bad way. Once again her blood raced fast. As soon as her fingertips touched the cold tile, Bennett was behind her, canting her hips to his liking. His fingers pulled her pussy open and he plunged his cock inside to the root.

  Her wet sex closed around his shaft in an intimate kiss.

  He rammed into her, his pelvis pistoning faster with each deep stroke. Taking her how he wanted. Full throttle. No holding back, just hard, quick fucking that left her breathless in its ferocity.

  He went beyond coherent speech. Grunts, groans and ragged breathing were his communication. And Ainsley understood him perfectly.

  His pace slowed and his fingertips dug for purchase on her ass cheeks. She felt his cock lengthen, felt the violent pulsation against her channel. He came in a drawn-out, full-body shudder that she felt down to the tips of her toes.

  Bennett drooped over her, his hand braced against the bathroom door. “Goddamn, woman,” he rasped in her ear. “You…I…” He laughed. “Hell, I can’t think straight. Hang on.” He pushed up and withdrew. He curled his fingers over her shoulders and slowly brought her upright. “Stay there.”

  From the corner of her eye she saw him ditch the condom. Then he spun her ar
ound and kissed her. Not gently. Not playfully. His kisses were ravenous.

  He opened the door without missing a beat. He herded her backward into her bedroom and didn’t break the seal of their mouths until the backs of her calves hit the mattress. Then he gently sat her down and dropped to his knees. “Now I know why these are called fuck-me shoes. When I saw them today all I could think about was fucking you.”

  “And now I see that they were worth the money.”

  “Definitely.” He unhooked the buckle and slipped off the right shoe, taking a moment to massage her arch. Then he did the same with the left shoe.

  She couldn’t hold back the moan of delight when he massaged her left foot. She flopped back on her puffy quilt with a sigh. “A great event, two orgasms, fab sex and a foot massage? I could die happy right now.”

  He chuckled and kissed her cheek, settling next to her, letting his calves dangle off the bed beside hers.

  In that moment she knew Ben was back. She reached for his hand. “Are you staying with me tonight? Or do you need to get back to your truck?”

  “Not yet. I wouldn’t mind getting under the covers, though.”

  After they slipped between the sheets, Ben ended up spooned behind her, tucking her against his body, almost completely immobilizing her.

  “Thanks for inviting me to your folks’ party.”

  “You’re welcome. You deserved to be there. You fit right in.”

  “Which is odd, given I’m never around my family, and rarely around so many kids.”

  “The McKays were out in full force today.”

  “You were…scarce.”

  His rough-tipped fingers trailed up and down her arm. “That’s the way it goes. I’m considered one of the quiet ones, a man of few words, and usually none of importance, so no one pays much attention to me.”

  “But that gives you the opportunity to pay attention to them.” She paused. “Is that why you’re so in tune with…people? Because you’ve spent a lifetime observing?”

  “Probably. And without goin’ all psychobabble, I’ve been the middle boy. Even now that Gavin is around I’m still in the middle. Quinn…well, Dad thinks the sun rises and sets with Quinn. And Chase is the superstar golden child. Kinda hard to stand out. So I’ve always figured it’s better to blend.”