Spurs (Bad Boy Burnetts Book 1) (3 page)

He carried her into the house and kicked the door shut behind him. His lips crashed down upon hers as he carted her through the dark house. She tasted of sugary iced tea. He couldn't get enough. He was practically dizzy with need.

Flashes of lightning lit up the house. The relaxing patter of raindrops against the tin roof created the perfect soundtrack for their night. He gently placed her on his bed and crawled over her, his knees on either side of her waist. Pinned to the mattress, Daphne stared up at him with those bright, wide eyes. Her tongue stole out and licked her lower lip. An image of that pink tongue on the head of his cock rocked Cord's mind.

He bent low and captured her mouth again, nearly ravenous for her. Her skin was silky and soft. He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her throat. She mewled like a kitten and arched beneath him. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons lining the front of his shirt. Between his sensual kisses, she managed to work her way through the buttons and push the shirt off of his shoulders. Cord moved away just long enough to remove his shirt and toe off his boots and socks. He returned to Daphne.

“You're so soft, sugar.” Cord's hands roamed her lush body. He needed to get her naked as quickly as possible. Cord rolled off of Daphne and sat up. He hauled her off the bed and settled her across his lap. She straddled him, her ripe breasts jutting against his face. Her pebbled nipples poked through the thin cotton. He grasped handfuls of her dress and tugged hard. She lifted her arms as he swept the garment over her head and tossed it aside.

For a long moment, he simply stared in awe at her luscious form. She had incredible breasts. He palmed them both, making her gasp, and brushed his thumbs across her dark and pebbled nipples. His hands drifted over the curves of her waist and full hips. A pair of hot pink bikini type panties rode low on her body giving him a perfect view of the unexpected belly button piercing. Sparkling diamonds dripped from her navel. He playfully flicked the piercing, wondering all the while how many thousands of dollars' worth of diamonds she so casually wore every day.

"Touch me." Daphne took his hand and brought it to her breast. She sighed as he palmed the full orb and tweaked the nipple. Immediately he latched onto the enticing peak, drawing the nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue over it. Daphne's fingers were in his hair, her head thrown back as she cried out at his suckling.

He wanted to hear her scream, wanted her shouts to ricochet off the walls of his bedroom. He moved swiftly and pressed her back to the mattress. Taking his sweet time, Cord explored every inch of her delectable body, licking and kissing and nibbling until she trembled. He slid to his knees and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. He slowly parted her thighs and ran an appreciative hand along her mound. Her panties were soaked, and his mouth practically watered for a taste of her.

Her underwear were whisked off and thrown aside. He peppered noisy kisses along her inner thighs. She quivered with anticipation, her legs shaking slightly beneath his lips. The tantalizing scent of her arousal filled the air. He slid a finger through her dewy lips and circled the pink nub hidden there. She gasped and rocked. “Cord!”

He lovingly petted her sex. He had always been man who liked to be in control, especially in the bedroom. As feisty and confident as Daphne had proven to be, he wasn’t quite sure whether she would agree to that or not. Deciding it was time to find out, he swiped her slit with his tongue and growled, “This is my pussy now.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly and without reservation. She rocked her hips. “Yours. All yours.”

Smiling, Cord bent low and tugged her clit between his lips. She cried out and bucked against his mouth. Holding tight to her thighs, Cord traced the folds of her sex with his pointed tongue. Up and down, then side to side, his tongue slid through her wet pussy. He teased her clit with slow circles then dipped down and thrust his tongue inside her. He tongue-fucked her dripping core before paying special attention to that juicy little berry of a clit.

She responded so beautifully. He'd always loved eating pussy, especially when his woman reacted like Daphne. He groaned and hummed hungrily as he gave her pleasure. She tasted even better than he had ever imagined.

When he went wild between her thighs, Daphne cried out at his enthusiasm. She threaded her fingers through his short hair and swiveled her hips. When he licked circles around her clit, she moaned and pressed against him. He found the right rhythm and intensity and concentrated on making her explode. He focused solely on her reactions, on her deepening breaths and clenching thighs. He was determined to make this amazing for her. He wanted her to know just how good things could be between them.

“Cord!” Daphne shattered, her pussy pulsing against his lips. As she started to come down from her climax, he slipped two fingers into her impossibly tight channel and began to thrust. She gasped as his tongue returned to her sensitive clit. He wanted to see what kind of girl Daphne was. Some women could come fast and hard right after the first climax. Others needed more time between orgasms.

Judging by Daphne's response, she belonged to the first camp. He alternated sucking her clit with tonguing it fast while his fingers pumped inside her over and over again. She bucked her hips and cried out his name. He increased the speed of his flicking tongue, pushing her over the edge of one orgasm and onto another.

“Oh, God! No more!” Daphne inched away from his mouth finally. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted heavily. She clutched at her belly and gulped loudly. She was shaking, her limbs trembling and her breaths coming fast.

He ran his hand along her thighs and up along the curve of her hips to her stomach. “You okay, darlin’?”

When she rose up on her elbows, she looked dazed. She gazed down at him in awe and breathlessly said, “It's never worked. Not with the others.”

Bemused, he tilted his head. “What?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I've never been able to come during sex.”

Her frank admission stilled him. How had any man been stupid enough to leave her wanting more? She exuded such passion it simply boggled his mind to think her other lovers had failed to show her the full potential of her body's ability to climax.

He rubbed her thighs and grinned up at her. “Let’s make a deal, Daphne. When you're with me, you always come first, sugar.”

At his statement, Daphne's eyes flashed with excitement. Cord wiped his mouth on her lower belly. His cock ached for release and strained against the cotton and denim. He was hard enough to fuck through a brick wall. He wanted to bury himself in her tight, wet heat.

Heart pounding against his chest, he stood and removed his jeans and boxers. He found a condom in a bedside drawer and tossed it onto the bed. Daphne sat up, her feet dangling above the floor, and reached for him. She kissed his stomach and flicked her tongue over his navel. Her short nails scratched lightly down his thighs as she brushed her lips side to side over his happy trail. His dick twitched at her nearness. Pre-cum dripped from the head.

Cord breathed her name when she licked the droplet from his skin. He'd dreamed of this moment, had stroked himself to orgasm by fantasizing about her sucking him off. Her plump, slick lips enveloped the head of his cock. Her tongue fluttered over the sensitive crown. His toes curled when she moved even lower and licked his sac. She sucked one ball and then the other between her lips and rolled her tongue across them. His jaw clenched at the overwhelming sensations she evoked with her skilled mouth.

His eyes widened when she licked her palm and used it to stroke his rigid length while sucking on the purpling head. Her other hand worked his sac. He slid his fingers through her hair and watched his cock disappear into the warmth of her mouth. She made little noises of pleasure. The humming sounds vibrated through his dick and filtered into his stomach and chest.

When she deep-throated him without warning, Cord saw stars. His knees threatened to buckle. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard and moaned around his cock. His calves tensed. If he didn't stop her, he would come too soon.

With a loud groan, he wrenched free of her mouth. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, terrified to move or breathe for fear of coming. When he regained control, Cord cupped her face. “You're amazing.”

Daphne grinned impishly. “You're rather wonderful yourself.”

Cord laughed and helped her stand. “You ain't seen nothing yet, darlin'.”

He shoved her back onto the bed. She giggled madly as he nipped at her neck and bit her earlobe. Moving between her thighs, he hastily applied the condom. Holding his shaft in his hand, he ran the blunt tip up and down her slit. He drew lazy circles around her clit. “Do you like that?”

“Yes!” Her hips rotated as she tried to milk every last ounce of sensation from his teasing movement. She clutched at his sides. “Fuck me, Cord. Fuck me hard.”

How could he possibly deny her request?

Cord entered Daphne with one swift thrust. They both groaned at the sudden meeting of their bodies. He savored the feeling of being buried in her tight channel. He claimed her mouth and pumped his hips. His fingers spanned her waist as he sat back on his heels and pounded into her. Her nails bit into his forearms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his ass, urging him to take her with more force. A small voice in the back of his mind told him to slow it down, to take his time and enjoy every second of their first coupling but his rampaging hormones demanded he kick up the pace and make her scream.

Holding his own building orgasm in check, Cord gave Daphne exactly what she wanted. He thrust fast and furious, shaking the wooden frame of his four poster bed with his vigor. His thumb found her clit and massaged it in time with his plunging cock. She cried out again and again, his name leaving her lips like some kind of mantra. Her pussy fluttered around his dick. She was going to come.

“That's it, Daphne. Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

Her shoulders arched up off the bed. Thighs clenching his waist, she bucked wildly as she came. Cord marshaled his self-control and managed not to hurtle over the precipice with her. He thought of anything and everything but the overwhelming desire to pound right through to his own mind-blowing orgasm.

She was breathtaking with her dark, curly hair fanned around her face and undulating body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Cord shifted until he lay over her, his weight supported on his knees and elbows. He kissed her deeply, lovingly, and caressed her beautiful face. Slower now, he resumed his thrusts.

Daphne lifted her hips to meet every one. She curled her arms around his shoulders and dragged her lips over his jaw and along the side of his throat. He tucked his nose against her neck and took her with long, languid strokes. Her breaths shuddered against his ear as she whispered naughty encouragements. Their mating had shifted from something nearly feral in its intensity to something akin to a meeting of souls.

Cord lifted his head and gazed into her dark eyes. He had never seen such tenderness reflected in a woman's eyes. The passionate sincerity rocked him to the very core. He intertwined their fingers over her head and made love to her with all the gentleness he could manage. However sentimental or sappy it sounded, Cord wanted Daphne always to remember this stormy night, the first time they'd come together as lovers.

Daphne inhaled sharply, seemingly shocked by an unexpected climax. He followed a second later, surrendering completely. He couldn't ever remember coming so hard. He lost the ability to breathe or make noise and simply jerked and pulsed as his seed rocketed through his rigid length.

Chapter Five

In the aftermath of their coupling, Daphne allowed Cord to gather her close to his chest. He had rolled away only briefly to deal with the condom. He seemed to crave the intimacy of skin-to-skin contact as much as she did. She snuggled close and breathed in his scent. His heartbeat thudded against her ear, calm and reassuring.

Tonight there was none of the usual nerve-wracking uncertainty that followed sex with a new guy. Should she stay? Should she go? What in the world was she supposed to say?

But not tonight. Resting in the crook of Cord's arm felt natural and right. She didn't ever want to leave his side.

“You all right, sugar?”

She pecked his cheek. “Just fine. You?”

“Boneless,” he said with a deep laugh. “I couldn't move if the house was on fire.”

She giggled and burrowed closer. Feeling a bit pensive, she drew her initials on his chest. She had never been with such an amazing specimen of masculinity. He was a man's man if ever she'd seen one. There wasn't an inch of his body that wasn't well-toned. Earlier, in the dying daylight, she had noticed the pale scars standing out against his tanned skin. His hands and arms had been subjected to quite a bit of abuse working with his cattle and horses. Seeing them, she'd been consumed with the urge to kiss each and every old hurt.

“I'm sorry,” Cord said thickly.

Confused, Daphne lifted up on her elbow. She could just make out his eyes as streaks of lightning colored the night sky. “For?”

“The cold way I treated you. It wasn't right.”

“No,” she agreed. “But I think I understand.”

“Do you?” Cord shifted until he loomed over her. His finger traced her jaw. “The second I saw you I could hardly breathe but I decided it wouldn't work between us. We're from different worlds.”

“Not so different.” Daphne grazed her lips over his stubbled chin. “We're about to be family.”

He made a face. “Kate and Derek's situation isn't the same as ours.”

Daphne hazarded a guess. “Because Derek is the wealthy one?”

Cord nodded stiffly. “I can get over the age difference. It's just a number. That you're better educated than me doesn't bother me either. You blow me away when you talk about astrophysics. But, Daphne,” he sighed, “you're used to a certain kind of life, to luxuries and travel. I can't give you that.”

“I don't need you to
give
me that, Cord.” She tenderly nuzzled her nose against his. “If I want to travel or shop or whatever, I’ll spend my own money. Besides, money is the least of my worries. All I need is love and support from my man. That's it.”