Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) (9 page)

She traced the line of his lips with her tongue and lapped up his sweetness. His tongue tickled the roof of her mouth and the inside walls. Her throat tightened, her breathing labored.

He did crazy things to her body. Jittery and fuzzy things. She brought her hips higher and rubbed his shaft. She was ready.

“Not so fast, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

She sank her nails into his back, holding him close. “I want you.”

“You say that and you’re making it hard for me to take my time.” He lowered his mouth and slid his tongue along her neck to her collarbone. He nipped at the skin and planted moist kisses. Slowly, he made his way downward, dragging his mouth and teeth across her tingling flesh, sampling as he went.

She arched her back as a warm sensation burst between her legs. Her pussy was throbbing with wet need. Desire swirled inside of her chest and puddled in her belly.

He hooked the material of her bra with one finger and tugged it to the side. He traced one pert nipple with his tongue, then suckled the puffy mound until the cherry red nub stood thick and wet from his kiss.

“You taste so good, and I haven’t even gotten to the best part.” His breath heated her skin.

“I’m on fire.” She buried her fingers in his hair. Her blood raced.

He suckled her other breast through the thin fabric. She tipped her head and a moan escaped her lips.

“You’re breasts are beautiful.”

“Thank. You.”

He moved lower, but kept his hands on her breasts, kneading the mounds and sliding his thumbs across the nipples.  Contractions started in her pussy—a slight, gentle throbbing that warned an orgasm wasn’t far away.

He reached behind her and unfastened the clip of the bra. The material loosened and he tugged it away. The cooler air sent tingles settling around her nipples.

Her heart thudded, beating like a rock song against her rib cage. How could one man have so much power over her emotions?

He traced each nipple with the pad of his finger as if delighting in the response of her pert buds and quivering body. “You have sensitive breasts. I bet I could almost bring you to release by licking them.”

She groaned and bucked her hips.

“Oh, I’ll get there soon enough, sweetheart.” He teased each peak, nibbling and sucking—making love. A powerful surge of heat bombarded her inner thighs and she jerked. Flashes radiated along each and every nerve ending until the achiness spread through her limbs. “Ahh…yes. Nice.”

He chuckled, but it was full of tension.

She grabbed his shoulders to keep from bucking right off the bed.

He licked wider circles around her breast, licking along the underside until he came back to the nipple. The slit of her pussy now pounded. Tingles splashed across her and sweat beaded at her temples.

Lowering himself, he darted his tongue along her ribs, in and out of her belly button. He moved so slow that she thought she’d either scream or explode.

She lifted her head, wanting to watch as he brought her body foreign sensation. He licked along the elastic of her panties, then clenched the fabric between his teeth and pulled them slightly below her hips. Her hips jerked on their own accord.

His eyes shifted up her body. A wicked smile made him look delicious as he dropped the material from his mouth and kissed her core through the panties. “You smell good.” He wriggled his brows and she squirmed. His tongue snuck under the elastic, then back out.

Her thighs shook, her bones quaked, and she thought she’d go insane. “I need you.”

“You’ll have me, soon.” He blew on the wet material then buried his tongue, working magic.

“This is pure torment.” She clutched her fingers in the comforter, wanting to rip the material to shreds.

“But it’ll be worth the wait, darlin’.” His breath was icy hot against her moist skin.

The barrier of the fabric seemed to enhance her sensitivity—making her want his mouth on her more.

Her skin tingled and she tried controlling the goosebumps, but every part of her was on fire. She moaned when he teased her clit with his finger, rolling the nub gently, sending wave after wave of prickles spreading upward into her belly.

Her bittersweet misery eased some when he finally removed her panties and parted her thighs.

“Mm. Now that’s what I call a pretty pussy.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. “Pretty?” She’d never heard that before.

“Yes, pretty. All groomed and glistening, waiting for my tongue.” He kissed her lightly on her lips. “And your smell lures me.”

She tilted her head back on the bed—not sure whether she should giggle or plead for him to taste her. “I’m going crazy.”

“I want to savor every second.” His tongue darted against her folds.

Her body shook with desire.

But then cold air washed over her heated skin. She opened one eye. He was at her feet. He lifted one and wrapped his mouth over her big toe, suckling and rolling his tongue over the top and bottom.

She’d never known something more erotic in her life. She never had her toes sucked on—never would have thought of it—and she found that she liked it.

He scraped his teeth along her arch. “I like your toenail polish. It matches the color of your nipples.”

“I didn’t even think of that.” She found it amazing that he did. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but his tongue and the havoc it wreaked on her body.

“You have nice feet.”

She giggled.

He lowered her foot and slowly kissed and licked his way up her leg. She sucked in a breath, filling her parched lungs. Her core wetted with cream. She wanted him to give her pussy the same attention he gave to her toe. One little toe that would never be the same now that it’d met DJ’s lips.

“So you like feet, huh?” Her voice shook.

“Only yours.” He splayed his fingers across her hips and she shimmied. “This is pretty great too.” He slipped his hands to her bottom, gently squeezing. “Firm. Smooth. Roll over.”

“What?”

“You’re not shy are you?” One corner of his mouth lifted.

“Yes…a little…a lot depending on what we’re talking about.”

“I want to see every part of you. Kiss every part. Please turn.”

She did as he requested and laid on her stomach. Feeling his breath on her butt cheeks she squirmed, anticipating his touch…or his tongue.

“Nice.” He kissed each cheek and molded his hands over each curve.

He must have seen at least a dozen butts and he thought hers was nice. Feeling a boost of confidence, she wiggled her behind. He growled and she shivered.

“Oh yea, baby.” He rolled his tongue over each top. Then he kissed the bottom of one cheek, where it met the back of her thigh.

Her insides quivered. Her need built.

He moved to the other cheek, licking, kissing and suckling. He lifted her hips, her bottom high and he slightly spread her thighs. She clutched the pillow, tugging the fabric.

“I like this position.” His words were husky.

“What are you doing?” She forced the words through tight, trembling lips. Burying her face into the bed, she moaned.

The mattress lowered and a second later his tongue touched her pussy, skimming the lips, swirling over every slippery fold and the nub.

Every cell in her body came alive, prickles and heat targeted her core.

He slipped his tongue inside of her, rolling around the narrow cave, dipping in and out. She moved her hips, rearing slightly against his face. His fingers dug deeper into her flesh as he moaned against her pussy lips. Fingers of climax climbed her spine, flashes of light swirled on the back of her eyelids and spread through her brain. She was on the ride of her life, going over hills and spins, her heart raced.

His tongue moved along her slit, higher until he reached parts of her that had never been kissed. She started to move her bottom, but he caught her in gentle hold. “Let me,” he mumbled against her skin.

He started slow, rolling the tip of his tongue, sampling her forbidden treasure. Then he suckled the puckered skin. Her body heated and her head spun. How could it be possible she’d gone through life so long without knowing how heavenly touches and sucking could feel on these parts?

His mouth slid lower, covering her clit and sucking. He dipped a finger inside of her, then two, pumping. The spasms clutched her muscles and desire scorched her insides. A rainbow splattered across her vision.

She moved her hips along with the rhythm of his tongue. Each lick, each nibble, sent her to the edge…closer and closer. The orgasm washed over her in a kaleidoscope of whirling lights and warmth.

“You taste good.” He gently laid her back onto the bed.

She looked up at him through the fuzz of the aftermath of the biggest O she ever experienced. A smiled curled her lips as mild aftershocks cascaded though her body. “I’m as light as a feather.”

He crawled over top of her and kissed her on the mouth. Her scent remained on his lips and instead of being turned off, she was more turned on than ever. He buried his tongue between her lips, lapping her up like a fine aged wine. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. His cock bobbed at her thigh, leaving a streak of wetness.

“Be right back, sweetheart.” He lifted himself up and slid off the bed. She absorbed every naked, glorious inch of his sexy, toned body. His cock stood rock-hard and she couldn’t wait to have him buried inside of her.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a strip of foiled packages. She blinked. “That was handy.”

“We stock the room. After all, this is our honeymoon suite.”

“Wow, you have thought of everything for your guests.” She smiled. He came back to her, bit off the top of the foil package and spit it out. “Here, let me help.” She climbed up on her knees and took the condom from him, sliding it onto his length.

Grasping his thick girth in her hand, she smoothed her tongue along her lips ready for her sweet reward. Excitement gurgled inside of her, knowing soon she’d have him.

Chapter Six

Pearl ogled him as if he were chocolate cake. He thought he’d go right then and there. He gazed into her eyes, realizing how helpless he was against the tidal wave of need.

He climbed back onto the bed and slid between her legs, keeping their gazes connected. He’d never been much of a romantic, and he had no sweet or sugar-coated words to whisper in her ear, but he certainly realized he brought more emotion now than he ever had. Possibly not the greatest thing under the circumstances.

He rolled his fingers around her nipples and tweaked the puffy beads. “I want you so damn bad,” he admitted.

“And I want you too.”

“Ride me, sweetheart. I want to see all of you.” He threaded his fingers through her hair.

“I like that.” Her eyes lit. She climbed atop him, placing her knees on each side of his hips, planting her fingers on his shoulders.

“You have beautiful breasts…a beautiful body.” He smoothed his hands between her breasts, down her stomach and clasped her hips with a needy grip. “I can’t wait any longer.” He lifted her high until her pussy brushed his cock. She grasped his girth with trembling fingers and guided him to her opening. His dick twitched in eagerness.

She braced her hands and rolled her hips, slowly sliding her moist cave around him. Her heat surrounded him and he thought he’d burst into flames if he didn’t find a release soon. His balls ached as the lust seared him, urging him to fuck her, when his heart ached to make love. Damn, there wasn’t any room here for what his emotions wanted. But he couldn’t ignore the feelings gushing up into his chest as he watched complete satisfaction crawl across her lovely features. Her skin turned a pretty rose color, teasing him to pluck her.

Sliding his hands from her knees to her silken thighs, he skimmed his thumbs over the creases where her inner thighs met her pussy. She thrust her hips, rolling her body down further on him until finally she had all of him inside of her tight body—a tiny push that almost sent him over the edge. He could cum, but he had to think outside of the bubble and give her the completion that he wanted her to have. Pearl wasn’t just some chick, she was…what?

He gave his annoying thoughts a tumble from his mind and concentrated on her twinkling eyes and heavy lids. Yeah, she had the look of a woman that wanted to ride him like a bull. He’d like that—a lot.

Balancing on her knees, she lifted until his tip was at her wet lips, then shimmied her hips, circling his head. “Aw, shit, baby.” His words came out through gritted teeth. He was holding on, needing more than an eight-second ride. His heart pounded in his ears.

Then she came down fast and hard on him and he sucked in a deep breath. Much more of that and he was a quick goner.

The tip of her tongue came out and smoothed across her lower lip. She gave her hair a toss over one shoulder in a way that made his balls boil. “And you were worried you couldn’t satisfy me?” he said on the exhale of a breath.

“You like this?” Her soft voice triggered even more sensations in his lower belly.

She bit her lip and he cursed under his breath. The woman was a pro at this, how could she doubt her seduction?

Bracing his hands on her thighs, he pumped himself into her, sliding his cock in and out in a pattern that had her moaning. Her breasts bounced and her nipples were hard. He wanted to watch her forever, but his body had other plans.

She grabbed his throbbing balls in a gentle, but firm clutch, squeezing and kneading. Spasms of need burst through him and his spine tightened.

“Are you holding back, cowboy?” One brow shot up.

“A little, darlin’. I don’t want to embarrass myself.” He wanted to bury himself deep inside of her, make her his. Supporting her, he laid her back on the bed, keeping the connection between their bodies.  Pleasure blasted through him as he sunk into her. He threaded his hands into her hair, fisting the silken locks. “Pure heaven here,” he said against her shoulder.

A wild moan escaped her lips. Her hips came up, pounding against his, an invitation to take her in any way he pleased.

Her tight muscles worked him, getting tighter and wetter. Coiled muscle clamping him in ecstasy at its finest.

He slipped his hand between them, using the pad of his thumb and teased the slippery nub nested in her lips. Her fingernails slid down his back, bittersweet agony coursed through him. “Yes, baby. Leave your marks.”

“You feel so good,” she whispered.

“You do too.” His voice was ragged.

He rolled his thumb over her clit, making a figure eight. Her breathing grew heavier, her nails digging deeper into his flesh and he tightened his hold on her hair…careful not to hurt her.

“DJ.” His name slipped from her swollen lips.

He removed his hand from her hair and her pussy, and grabbed her ass, drawing her closer, thrusting as far as possible. “I want to see your hand touching your slick folds. Bring yourself to release with me inside of you.”

Without hesitation, she moved her hand between their bodies, touching the fleshy pearl. At first, she played delicately as if she was teasing her body—and teasing him. Then her fingers took on a rhythm and he followed it with his thrusts.

“Oh…my…,” she moaned. Her body stiffened around his cock as a heat like none other spread through him.

Two more pumps and his body cried out while white hot flames scorched his insides, oozing sparks and embers over him. The feeling landed like a raging fire in his balls and shaft. He couldn’t fight release any longer. He loosened his hold and the flames shot in his veins as he emptied his release.

Five minutes later, he came back to reality. He slipped off of her, his cock still hard but the condom had become saggy. He grabbed the very tip, gave it a tug and tossed it into the trashcan in the corner.

Pearl snuggled into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her. The thunder was fading in the distance, but there was a new storm brewing deep in him, far more dangerous than the one outside. He didn’t like it one bit, but he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to fight the force.

She threw her leg up over his, rubbing their feet together and it was the most natural action he’d ever known.

What they had shared wasn’t fucking. It couldn’t be classified as that. Sure, they’d gone at each other like sex-starved nymphs, but with other women, once he’d found his release, he’d get dressed. But lying here, with her, he didn’t move one muscle, afraid to break the invisible embrace.

But then if they weren’t fucking, what were they doing?

There was no future between them, no chance for one.

Soon she’d leave and they’d probably be back to neighbors who ran the opposite direction when they saw the other coming.

He didn’t want it to be that way.

She flattened her palm on his chest, over his heart. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me either. I want you to know this wasn’t my plan, you know…to seduce you…”

“I get that.” She lifted her gaze, looking at him. “I never realized how gorgeous it is over here. No wonder you get a lot of business.”

He shrugged. “It could be better. That’s why I wanna build a few more cabins, dedicate more of my time to the R&R and less on the ranch duties.” He rubbed the area between his brows. He wasn’t used to talking about his hopes and dreams with anyone, even if they’d made love and connected on a new level.

“I think that’s a good idea.” She licked her lips. “People love to get out of the city and come out here to enjoy fresh air, peace, and quiet. You could buy more horses, more land…” She played with the patch of hair on his chest.

His mind raced—too much to comprehend after he’d experienced an amazing orgasm. “And hire more people. There’s the problem. We need more housing for hands.”

She sighed. And plopped back onto the pillow.

He turned so that he could see her profile. There was a niggling feeling in the cave of his chest and he couldn’t understand where it came from. Pearl seemed genuinely interested in his goals and he liked having someone to talk to, even if at first it seemed awkward.

Rising on his elbow, he kissed her cheek.

He had to keep his focus on his objectives and future. They didn’t include a relationship with a feisty Stone girl.

Sliding out of bed, he scratched his stomach and yawned.

“Where you headed?” she asked.

“I need a shower.” And some space. But his brain betrayed him. “Want to join me?” Damn, why did he go and do that?

“Sure do.”

He held out his hand and she placed her palm against his. Shards of awareness rippled through his veins. His gut twisted the same way a clown shapes a balloon into a funny creature.

In the bathroom, he turned on the water in the stand-up shower, adjusted the temperature and grabbed her up in his arms. She squealed and laughed. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

“Wow…what big muscles you have.” She held his bicep.

He chuckled. “Why thank you, darlin’.” He stepped into the spray, keeping his back away from the water as he carefully placed Pearl on her feet. “Guess I can’t submerge these stitches in the water, huh?”

She stared up at him, a new light to her eyes. Had he put it there? His heart lurched. “A little water won’t hurt.”

“Good. Cause I like being in here with you.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

“You’re some cowboy.” She skimmed her hands up his chest and placed them on his shoulders. “Big all over.”

Bracing his hands on the small of her back, he tugged her against him. “I didn’t hurt you did I? I know you said it’d been a while.”

She gave her head a quick shake. “If there isn’t a little pain then it wasn’t done right.”

He laughed and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “You’ll make me blush.”

“You? Blush? I find that hard to believe.” She dropped her hands over his stomach and stopped at his growing cock. “You are
some
cowboy.”

What was happening to him? He’d just experienced the best orgasm he had since—well—ever, and now he was already craving more. “You’ll have to forgive the parts of me that can’t seem to get enough of your hot, sexy body.” He squeezed her bottom. “But truth is, I could take you again.”