Cowboy Up (Coming Home #3)

“Oh my God!” she starts bouncing and I almost fall to my knees as pleasure zaps up my spine.

My fingers clench, grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing her roughly against my cock, stilling her movements instantly and groaning loudly. I hiss when she manages to wiggle just a fraction against me.

“Keep that up, sweetness, and I’m gonna strip us down and forget about our dinner so I can fuck my love into you with the sun shining down on us.”

She moans, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“You want that, baby?”

Her thighs clamp tighter around my hips and her fingers dig into my shoulders. The bite of pain just makes me crave her more.

“Linney, love. You want me to feed you or eat you?”

“Oh, God,” she whimpers.

“Give me the words, darlin’. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you the world, but you gotta use the words to ask for it.”

“You,” she breathes heavily. “I just want you.”

My chest vibrates with the hungry sound of approval that bursts free and I lean my head toward hers as she moves to meet me halfway. Our mouths are already opening before our lips press together. Her tongue glides against mine in a slow caress. Her hands drag up my neck as we both give everything we have. Her moans meet mine as our tongues dance. Our bodies become frantic as she rolls her hips and I flex my ass to push my length harder against her, needing, craving more.

I have to rip my mouth from hers, unable to wait any longer to feel her heat hugging me tightly. Caroline starts to kiss and lick down my neck and that sound fills my chest again—a mix between a groan and a growl that her intoxicating body brings out in me. I see the thick flannel blanket Maverick placed under the small two-person wooden table. The huge swath of red-and-black material gives me all the space I need.

“As much as I hate to say it, you’re gonna have to get down.”

“No, honey,” she hums, licking me from my collarbone to my ear before taking a tiny bite with her teeth, nipping me and making me falter as the shock of it creates waves of pleasure through my body.

“Linney,” I grunt when she sucks the flesh she just nipped into her mouth. “Get down and get naked, now,” I hoarsely command, quickly losing the battle with my control. I can already feel my balls pulling tight, ready to explode and not giving one shit that the only place I want to pour myself into is the woman drunk with arousal and high off happiness.

I don’t waste a second seeing if she’s heeding my demand. My fingers curl in my shirt and I give it a tug. Buttons scatter all around as I pull it and my undershirt off and reach for my belt. When I see Caroline moving just as frantically as I am, not even hesitating to strip out here in the open, I clench my jaw and pray for control. Her small, perfect-handful tits are free and jiggling slightly against her chest as she wiggles her jeans down, kicking them in the direction of her boots and hooking her thumbs into her white lace thong. Her hands freeze, though, and I lick my lips before looking up at her.

“You’re too dressed,” she pants, rubbing her thighs together.

Knowing she’s desperate for me to ease her ache between her legs sends an animalistic need bursting through me. I tear my clothes off wildly and so fast that when I’m taking the few steps separating us, she’s still standing there with her thumbs hooked in her underwear. Her breath rushes from her lungs when my body collides with hers and I take her mouth again. My hands turn her head as I deepen our kiss and moan in her mouth when her soft belly presses against my cock.

It doesn’t take much before I know I’m seconds from coming, and I’m not going to do that shit on her stomach. Shifting our bodies, I grab her hips and lift her. Her legs hook behind my ass and she slams her center against my cock. Her wet heat slides against my shaft as she rocks her hips and mewls a knee-weakening moan. Our bodies move without prompting until I’m on my back, her knees at my hips, and her hand circling as much of my cock as she can while lining the tip up with her entrance. She pauses, and my eyes practically cross when her heat kisses the tip of my cock. When she doesn’t move past that, I look up at her face.

“Fuck me,” I breathe. The sun, high in the sky, casts a glow around her naked body. The brilliance of the bright light hitting her back makes it seem like little beams are shooting around her. She looks like a fucking angel. I have no idea what I did to earn the love of this woman, but I’ll never take it for granted. “Get on my cock, Linney, and ride me. Show me how much you love me and take what you need.”

“Oh, Clayton,” she gasps, her chest heaving with her rapid breaths.

My hands move until my thumb is pressing and rolling against her clit as the other goes to her tit. She inhales with a hiss, her eyes slits as pleasure takes hold of her. I pinch her again, a little harder, before soothing the tight bud with my thumb.

“Take me. Give me you while I give you me. Show me what having my ring on your hand makes you feel.”

She drops down, impaling herself on every inch of me. Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth drops open. She’s only taken all of me at one go once, and that was after I had fucked her with my mouth until she came over and over. Even as wet as she had been after that, she still couldn’t take all of me. But with the lips of her sex pressed against my pelvis, she greedily takes every inch, her hands curling against my abs as she begins to fuck my cock. Pulling herself up and dropping back down, she rakes her nails over my skin in a burning path. I keep thumbing her clit, her walls fluttering against my cock, milking me.

“I’m not gonna last, baby,” I groan when I feel her wetness on my balls and her pussy start to tighten to the point of pain before sending me rolling into blinding pleasure. “Fuckin’ hell,” I moan, taking her hips and thrusting up as she starts to scream out my name, clamping down on me with her wet heat. I pull her hips down and flex my ass to feed her all of me while I start coming with a shout. I hold her firmly against me, not willing to lose any part of our connection, and lift off my back to take her mouth while she milks her release.

She falls against my chest and I grunt when the movement slides my cock a little deeper, closing my eyes when I feel another burst shoot deep inside of her. The tension from my release finally drains out of my muscles a minute later, but I keep my hold on her hips so I don’t lose her heat. We lie there in comfortable silence, the only sounds our ragged breathing as we both come down. Every few minutes my cock, still more hard than soft, twitches inside her, making her moan. Caroline shifts in my grip, bringing her hands to my chest as she pushes against me to lift up. As soon as there’s some space between our bodies, she looks from my face to my chest. She starts moving her hand in small degrees, staring at her ring, and I can only guess that the sun hitting her ring is the reason she’s doing so. I watch her beautiful face as she smiles, still looking at her hand.