Bouquets and Buckles: An Age Gap, Snowed In, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge)

“Can you be good and do that for me?”

The glide of Luke’s fingers against my clit, rubbing through my soaking wet pussy is all I can focus on.

“I don’t know.” My whimper catches in my throat as he strokes and fondles me so damn leisurely, almost like this is completely normal. As if we lie here on this couch wrapped together like this every night, while he teases my pussy until my thighs shake.

How much I want that… how much every detail of that scenario swirls in my mind as something I dearly wish could be true, shocks me.

I mean, I know how deeply besotted I’ve always been with this man. Except all of those years he was simply a fantasy, a young girl’s infatuated desire with a much older and sinfully attractive cowboy.

This feeling right here, catches me by surprise, that I might want this to be something more than just sex and being able to finally live out the longing I’d had in my head for so many years.

“Hmm. I think you can. Especially if you want to have me inside you all night.” Luke’s deep voice vibrates through his thick chest and into me, along with the ripples of pleasure each time he lingers over my clit, before easing away, continuing to torture me the whole time.

I’m panting within minutes. Quivering for him. Tiny, slutty, begging noises burst out of me. The climax threatening to take over, that I so desperately want to chase, hovers close and then ebbs time and time again. Somewhere along the way, my Kindle has slipped from my fingers, and all I’m capable of is clutching onto his soft shirt.

“Please. Luke, I can’t take any more.” A shudder rolls through me, and white sparks dance behind my eyelids as I get lost in how insanely good it feels to allow him command over my body.

“This might just be my favorite way to spend the holidays,” he murmurs wickedly. Using two fingers to curl inside me, he presses forward to gather up more of my slickness, then spreads it up and over my clit with a slide of his touch that is just enough to wind me tighter, but nowhere near enough to get me off. “Feel how goddamn drenched you are for this.”

There is every chance I’m flying out of my head by this point. I’ve never had anyone treat me like this before, and my entire body feels like a sparking livewire.

My skin is overheated, and my breasts ache, and it takes everything not to start damn well humping his hand.

“Oh god. Please.” Begging is my only currency.

“You want to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I whimper, digging my fingernails into his shirt. I want him naked, too, like he promised me.

“Get up here.” His fingers drag out of my pussy, leaving an obscenely slick trail across my stomach. Slipping out from under the warmth of the blanket, I allow him to guide me up over his chest.

I’m not even sure I can support my own body weight; every limb feels so heavy with pleasure.

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I was expecting us to be fucking, but it seems Luke has other ideas. His big hands wrap around my waist, strong fingers digging into the softness of my curves, and he firmly holds me still while sinking lower down the couch.

Holy shit.

There’s a hunger in his eyes that turns me upside down and inside out as I realize he’s positioning me over his mouth. That look, right there, makes my blood sizzle with anticipation, but it feels so insane. We’re doing this, right here, out in the open, and even though I know that no one could possibly see anything, there’s enough risk that it turns up the intensity of this moment to scalding proportions.

“No hovering. Full weight. Sit your pretty little pussy right where I want.” He licks up the swell of my inner thigh. The exact place where I know I’m coated in wetness from being so turned on and so out of my head for this man.

“But—” I can’t help it. I want this, and I want him, yet I’m also so easily stuck inside my own head with doubt.

“Full.” Nip. “Body.” Lick. “Weight.” Suck.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” My hands fly to his hair. Sinking into the unruly dark strands, threading through the flashes of silver, tangling with that hot as fuck white streak I’ve longed to reach out for.

Luke forces me to sink down onto him, and his mouth closes over my pussy, leaving me moaning out loud. I’m grinding down on him immediately because it feels so incredible. After all his teasing and torturing, I’m strung tight and know I’ll hurtle over the edge of this cliff almost straight away.

He doesn’t waver this time. This man is on a mission to make me shatter, and as his tongue pushes into my pussy I’m moaning, cursing, chanting his name. I tug his hair so hard it must be painful, but that sting against his scalp only seems to spur him on.

That’s when he shifts me slightly, fingers digging into my hips so hard they might surely bruise, and he locks me in a dangerously dark stare. He sucks down on my clit so hard my back bows, and the wave breaks right on top of me. Leaving me shaking and crying out.

Hopefully not telling him that I’m in love with him, or something equally ridiculous.

With each subsequent moment he makes me shatter, I’m only falling deeper into whatever this is. The sensations keep growing more and more intense, and I don’t know how I’m going to cope when it all has to stop.

“Oh my god. I need you inside.” My heart thunders in my throat. Blood tingling and sparks flying through each limb form a pulsating rhythm.

“You want my cock?” he speaks against my pussy, and I nearly jerk away with how overstimulated I am.

“I do. Please. I’ve been so horny for you all day.” The desperate words burst out of me.

“Well, I’m nowhere near done here. So, if you want my dick in your mouth, you better turn around for me.”

“Holy shit.”

There’s a devious look in his eyes, and glistening evidence of my wetness all over his mouth and beard.

“Problem?” He steals my breath as he holds my gaze and runs his tongue in a long line to lap at my pussy.

“Right here?” My eyes flicker around the room. I’m intensely aware of how naked I am, perched over his face.

“My house. My rules. If I want the sweetest damn pussy I’ve ever had soaking me right here, that’s how it’s going to be.”

A tiny smile tugs at my lips. “You’re naughty, Mr. Rhodes.”