Rocky Mountain Haven (13 page)

“I need to know one thing. When you said you wanted to try it all…did that mean just me playing with you? ’Cause, darling, I have to confess I have this one dream that’s making my body ache and if you’re interested…”

Her gaze dropped to his crotch. His cock rose in response, creating a bulge in the fabric.

Her tongue darted out briefly as she wet her lips. “You want me to touch you?”

“Oh yeah.”

She shrugged out of her coat and tossed it on the chair beside the door. The top two buttons of her blouse had slipped opened, and he swallowed, shifting his hips to try to ease the pressure now flooding his groin. If he didn’t get her sweet mouth on his cock soon he was going to explode right in his fucking jeans.

“I’ve never given anyone—I mean, I’ve never done it before.” She straightened her spine. “I’m interested…if you’re willing to teach me.”

“I think I could handle that.” He undid his button, her gaze lowering to watch, her pupils growing huge. She licked her lips again as he unzipped and his cock sprang free.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“It’s called commando, darling, and usually it’s fine.” He took himself in hand, slipping from tip to root as he pushed his jeans farther open. “Only when I’m around you, it increases the danger. I swear I’ve got the imprint of the zipper on my cock.”

She stepped closer and reached for him. He let her wrap her hand around him, holding in the swear words wanting to burst out, it felt so fucking good. Hesitant strokes up and down teased him. When she brought her other hand to touch his balls through the fabric of his jeans, he sucked in air.

“You’re killing me.” She flipped her head up, her breathing hard, almost as uneven as his. “You like touching me?”

“Yes. My husband…”

He leaned in and swallowed the words. With her hands on his cock, there was no way he wanted to be talking about that man. This was about her and him, and nobody else. When they drew apart, he covered her fingers, stopping the torment as she’d continued to explore. “Let me lose the jeans, and we’ll go on.” He looked her over. “You want to take off your blouse and bra too? ’Cause I love watching you.”

Her face flushed, but she loosened the extra buttons one at a time. He couldn’t look away as the fabric floated apart to reveal her soft skin, the rosy flush of desire covering her neck and the firm swell of her breasts peeking out from under the lace of her bra. The very pretty and delicate yellow bra.

“You went shopping in Calgary, didn’t you?” He pressed open her blouse, sliding his hands over the warm skin of her waist, lifting upward until his palms rested over the pale material hiding her breasts.

Beth grinned. “You’re not allowed to cut this one off me.”

“Hmm. Leave it on, I’ll enjoy looking at you like this too.”

He stripped off his T-shirt and shucked his jeans, keeping his gaze firmly on her to enjoy every minute. The minx put on a show, shrugging her shoulders and letting the fabric fall to the floor behind her. She stretched her arms in the air, and her breasts rose, the tight nipples stabbing the lace and forming tiny ridges. When she reached for her jeans, he held out a hand to stop her.

“Later. Sit.”

He helped her settle on the edge of the low bed. For some reason, Blake and Jaxi had their mattress and box spring resting on the floor. It must have made it awkward for getting in and out of bed, but there was one very obvious advantage. Beth’s eyes widened as she stared at his now-eye-level cock. “Damn.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, damn. Right now it’s all about me.” He watched her closely as he stepped between her thighs, his dick aimed at her like an arrow at a target.

Beth tilted her head up and smiled at him. “Can’t be all about you when I’m the one who wants to try. What do I do?”

Anything you want.
“Hold me. That’s right. Now lick the head.” She leaned forward and slipped out the tip of her tongue, tasting him. He was going to die. Her tentative touch sent a jolt of lightning through his entire body.

“Oh, you taste…” that sweet smile flashed again, “…good.” She swirled her tongue around the crown of his cock, warm wetness coating him, and he swore softly. The urge to thrust into her mouth was powerful but he held back, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he was. She opened wide and enveloped him, and his heart skipped a beat.

“Hell, that’s it. Get me good and wet. Use your tongue while you, oh shit, yeah…” She was a damn quick learner. She sucked and pulled back, her teeth lightly grazing his flesh, and he hardened impossibly. It wasn’t going to take much to set him off tonight. Watching made every sensation more intense.

With tentative nibbles, she set his heart pounding. The delicate rasp of her tongue on the tender underside of his shaft sent an icy tingle up his spine. She explored with her lips, her fingers, cupping his balls and rolling them lightly, and he squeezed his eyes closed and fought for control.

Maybe she’d never gone down on a man before, but sweet mercy, if she wasn’t doing everything exactly right.

He lowered a hand to stroke his fingers through her hair, loving the way the curls shone in the light, the way their softness caressed his palm. He cupped her cheek for a second, brushing his thumb against the edge of her mouth. Touching where they intimately connected.

She slipped her lips farther down his shaft, and the crown of his cock nudged the back of her throat. Her eyes popped open, and she gagged for a second. “Ease off, sweetheart. Only go as far as you want.”

Daniel tried to retreat, not offer as much of his length, but she let go of where she’d grasped his cock and grabbed both cheeks of his ass. Her fingernails dug into his skin like a kitten’s. His cock jerked in reaction and she hummed.

He was a second and a half from all hell breaking loose.

“Darling, you need to decide if you want me to come in your mouth or not.”
Decide fucking fast too
. Beth pulled him toward her, his cock spreading her lips wide, the moisture from his precome and her saliva coating him and shining in the light of the room. Another rock of his hips, and another, fucking her mouth slowly but firmly as she willingly lapped and sucked.

“Beth, I’m going to come.” His balls drew tight, the tingling sensation at the root of his cock nearly numbing him. She flicked a glance upward, a sweet smile curving the edge of her lips where they stretched around him, and he lost it. A jet of come shot from his tip into her mouth, and she lurched down again, swallowing involuntarily. The additional suction blew his mind and dragged out another jolt of semen. Beth pulled back, and he slipped from her lips, still coming. A strand flew out to land in her open mouth, another to lie in a sticky string along her cheek. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Beth laughed aloud and opened wider, reaching with her tongue to try and recapture him.

Daniel grabbed his cock and pumped a few more times, aiming at her mouth as he shot the rest of his load. She yanked him close, pinching his butt until she once again enveloped the softening length of his shaft. She swallowed and he swore. It felt so bloody amazing his legs grew weak. He stood on shaky limbs for a moment until his cock grew too sensitive for her continuing exploration.

She protested when he withdrew, squatting down to stare into her eyes.

“I was having fun,” she complained. She poked out her tongue to gather some of the semen from her cheek, and he sucked for air.

“Damn it, woman, you undo me.”

“Was I any good?”

Oh yeah.
“Any better and I’d be dead.” He touched her cheek, and her hand flew up to find the moisture there. A blush rolled over her skin, and he dropped to his knees between her thighs. “Hell, don’t be embarrassed. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on? To see you marked with my come?”

She snickered and ran her hand through his hair, her eyes dancing over his face, his torso. “I’m a mess. Tasted different than I thought it would.” Her gaze met his, heat behind the stare. “What’s next? My turn?”

“Damn right. I need a few minutes to recover. You got any requests?”

“You’re doing pretty good without any suggestions on my part.”

He helped her out of her jeans and undies, holding himself back from attacking her. A long, slow stare from bottom to top whet his appetite for much, much more. “Hmm, you’re so damn beautiful. Crawl yourself up on the bed and grab hold of the headboard.”

Chapter Eleven

Confusion painted her expression for a second before she complied. Her slow crawl over the bed’s surface gave him a chance to watch her, gauge how easily she manoeuvred. The range of motion in her injured leg improved all the time. That fact made him warm inside. He hated the flashes of pain marring her eyes when something bumped her the wrong way.

Damn. She knelt, legs spread wide, hands clutching the headboard. Her knuckles grew white as he circled the side of the bed to drag the pillows off the mattress, clearing the space between her legs.

“You planning on tearing the wood apart, darling?”

“Just not sure what you’re up to.” A slight tremor shook her voice, and he hurried to reassure her. He stroked a hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass. Soft smooth skin, goose bumps rising beneath his touch.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like. Remember, you’re in total control here.” He slipped his hand down and cupped her pussy. The curls covering her were wet. “You got excited sucking me off, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

He slid a finger into her sheath and she gasped.

“Hmm, very excited. You’re dripping.” He crowded her, rubbing his chest against her back, the length of his cock nestled in the crease of her ass. He nibbled on her neck, licking her earlobe as she leaned her head to the side.

“More…”

“More what?” She tasted so good. He scraped his teeth down the tendon, her shivering body making him respond faster than he thought possible. His cock headed rapidly back to full steam. “Touching you? Like this?”

He slid his hand up, drawing the cream of her body toward her anus. When he rimmed the tiny hole she swore, tightening around his finger.

“Oh God, you’re not going to…?” She might have protested, but her body said otherwise, her hips pressing back toward him.

He slipped his finger past the tight muscle up to the first knuckle, just to torment himself. “Not this instant, but yeah, I want to.” He nuzzled her neck. “You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you? You curious?”

She nodded.

Hot damn.
“Maybe next time. Right now, I have other plans.” He dropped to his back and slid under her, covering her pussy with his mouth. She shouted with surprise.

The position was perfect, and he took advantage of the easy access to both her pussy and her ass, squeezing her cheeks, massaging hard then smoothing circles over her heated skin. All the while he explored her depths with his tongue, lapping eagerly. The sounds of passion from her lips encouraged him to flick her clit harder, the bud swelling under his ministrations. He wet a finger in his mouth and drew a line down her ass again and again, rubbing the rosette of her anus until she rocked against his hand. Once she was slick enough, he pressed firmly, spearing her between his hand and his tongue. She screamed and came.

“Holy hell, you’re responsive. You’re not supposed to be able to come that quick. Give me another.”

“I can’t believe you’ve got your… Oh God.”

He didn’t let up. He buried his tongue as deep as he could and set up a smooth pace with his finger in her ass. Fucking her like that, tasting her response in his mouth felt so bloody good, he thought he was going to come again without a single touch to his once-again rock-solid cock.

She might have complained about being inexperienced, but in reality her reactions were perfect—just what he liked in a woman. The shy, flirty glances contrasted with the wild cat. She was so receptive to everything he suggested. Every time he touched her, she held back nothing. And the noises she made—holy fuck, the squeals and moans made the whole situation way hotter than if she’d stayed quiet. He latched on to her clit and suckled, pulling the tender nub between his lips and pulsing in time with the assault on her ass.

“Yes, right there. Please, just a little more…” The words faded away into a keen of pleasure as she came. Like a whirlwind above him, Beth blew apart. Her whole body shook, ass tightening around his finger. Her cream dropped to his mouth, hot and sweet, her passion unmistakable.

He continued to lap, slower now, softer. Slipping his tongue between her folds and licking her clean. The frantic motions she’d been making calmed. When he pulled his finger from her ass, she moaned and leaned her hips back awkwardly to make eye contact.

“You’re amazing. How did you come up with this one?”

Daniel kissed the inside of her thighs one after another then tugged until she sat on his chest. She protested, but he held her in place until she settled, the weight of her body so good on top of him.

“Since you’ve not led a checkered past, I guess you’ve never experienced a moustache ride before.”

Beth laughed. “That’s what that was? Okay, not exactly how I pictured it.”

“Well, I don’t have a moustache, so it doesn’t really count. But good?”

She brushed his chest with her fingertips. Contentment shone on her face and that pleased him no end. “Very good.”

He massaged her hips, a soft touch, stroking her with tender caresses. “You ready for more?”

She glanced at the clock on the wall. “We’ve got lots of time left.”

“I still have something to show you.”

“Really? I thought that was a ploy to get me out of the house so we could come here for sex.”

“It was, kind of.”

He shifted her, sitting beside her on the mattress. There could be no doubt he was interested in more action, his cock fully erect and rising into the air. She touched him again, her continued fascination clear. He let her explore at her own pace, all the while wondering what the hell kind of man she’d been married to who didn’t take advantage of the fire and blistering-hot passion the woman was capable of.

Only this was not the time or place for that conversation. He was going to have it soon though. Putting off the topic helped neither of them. Until they both spoke honestly—about a whole bunch of things—there wasn’t much chance of this relationship going anywhere important.