Billi Jean Page 21

  He adjusted his dick so the head wasn’t getting rubbed raw and grinned up at her. She gave him a little smirk, which earned her a quick swat to her beautiful ass. “Baby, I’m not in trouble, but you damn well are. You need a spanking for letting some dick in your house. How the hell do you even know who he is?”

  “Russell!”

  “Not now.” He covered her lips with a finger and shook his head at her frown. “I have plans. My dick, your hot, tight little pussy and no air till fucking Thursday.”

  Instead of jumping on board with that, she flushed a deeper pink and bit her lip, pulling her skirt down to hide those stockings and sweet creamy thighs.

  Suddenly, two things crystallised in his lust-filled brain. She was bare. And she was glaring up at him. Had he hurt her? Pulling her close by her arm, he made her look up at him as he trailed a hand up her thigh and pressed her skirt up. Holy fuck. She was pink, creamy and wet with his release. He was on his knees without conscious thought.

  “Holy fuck, baby. That’s so fucking beautiful. Did you do this for me?” His voice was hoarse. It sounded like he’d eaten desert dust, but this was the most erotic, pretty little thing he’d ever seen.

  She made a soft whisper of a sound, shifting as if about to pull her skirt back and down, but he held her hands. A blush tinted her cheeks when he looked up. Fierce possessiveness flooded him. He leaned in and kissed her bare pussy, then sucked the soft skin. She held her breath. He could tell, because her lush breasts didn’t quiver. Moving her hands to her hips, he held them there and deliberately held her eyes as he began licking and devouring her with his mouth. She tasted so good, it was hard to slow down. Focusing on her, he licked every inch of her he could reach and savoured their combined tastes like a man starved, then pressed a kiss to her hip and leant back on his heels.

  “Russell, oh God, you need… Mmm, you need to stop.”

  She didn’t sound like she wanted him to stop, but he kissed her hip once more, clenching his jaw at how badly he wanted to spread her out and eat her, then pump his dick with his own hand until he came all over her pretty pink folds. Ah, God, he was losing it.

  “For me?” he asked, rising from his crouch to nuzzle her pink cheeks.

  She took a deep breath and patted her skirt into place nervously, then slowly looked up. When she did, her eyes were bright blue against her blush.

  “Yes, you brat. For you, not that you deserve it. Now, I’ve got to go check that my client actually left, Russell.” She eased out of his arms, bent to pick up her shirt and pressed it over her breasts.

  He grunted. “Don’t deserve it? I do, baby. I do. You have five minutes and I’m back in that sweet little candy-coated pussy, baby. Five minutes.”

  “Huh, you think? What if I don’t want you inside my…candy-coated pussy?”

  He moved in, not giving her a chance to escape and pinning her to the door again. Lowering his head, he caressed her ear with a long, slow lick. God, he loved how she challenged him.

  “Oh, Sunshine, I’m going to spank you for that; you know that, don’t you? A nice little spanking, until your pretty ass is all pink and you’re screaming for me to let you come. You need that. A slow, long drive up to climax. It’ll rock your world, baby.” He felt her shiver in his arms. Her nipples dug into his shirt, caressing his chest and making his cock impossibly erect. “I’m going to make you beg, Sunshine.”

  He leant back and cupped her face, kissing her nose, her cheeks, then her swollen mouth. He knew they both needed hot, mouth-to-mouth explosions, but he kept his touch light. She shivered again when he straightened to watch her.

  She blinked once, then rolled her eyes.

  “Ha, you think?” she asked, touching his chest with one slender finger. When he looked down, she suddenly caught him under the nose with that finger, grinning up at him with sparkling blue eyes. “Getting slow, Major, because if you think you’re spanking anyone, you must have hit your head. If anyone needs a spanking, it’s you.”

  Ah, fuck. She was daring him. Challenging him. And now she was walking out the door with his cum still wetting her. Her ass swayed in a skirt tight enough to be a second skin. What was left of her blouse, she held over her breasts. And she wasn’t wearing any panties. His gaze dropped to the floor. Her black lace thong was torn in two at his feet, her matching bra near the bed. She was going to get a spanking tonight, and a whole lot more. She was going to be begging to come before he was done with her. The image of her pulsing with lust, aroused and wet, had him groaning.

  He got his head out of his ass and followed her out in time to hear her muttering about him being a baby.

  “Susan, you can’t let a guy you don’t know in the house.”

  “A guy I don’t know? He was my client. I rushed back from town to meet him, Russell. That’s my work. I work from home, but sometimes I have to meet my clients.”

  “Not alone. You shouldn’t meet them alone.”

  “Huh.” She went to move around him, but he tugged her back and blinked down at her when she growled—actually growled up at him.

  “I missed you.” He pulled her close, her smaller, softer body melting against him. God, she was so tiny. And so brave. “I didn’t like seeing another man here.” He wanted her at his place. Suddenly, he wanted her there, not here, there in his bed. “Come to the ranch tonight. I want you in my bed. Over and over, in my bed.”

  “Russell…” Her breathless little murmur sent a shot of lust right to his dick.

  “First, I need you a few more times, baby. It was a hard roundup. I was stiff as a baseball bat for days with no fucking relief. Thinking of you and wanting to jack off so bad it hurt. I missed you.”

  She laughed and swatted his arm. “Russell, I swear, the things you say. Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

  “Damn right.”

  “Huh.” Susan shot him a calculating look and shook her head, looking more than a bit frustrated with him. “I missed you, too.”

  “Yeah? I hoped so.”

  She grinned wider and pulled him closer by his shirt. “You couldn’t tell, huh? Well, maybe I should show you, if you’re done being all jealous and macho.”

  When he opened his mouth, she covered it with a finger and shook her head. “Nope, don’t even try it, mister. Now, I was hoping to have my own I miss you sex, so, if you are ready…” She trailed a finger down his chest to his jeans and he was ready, more than ready.

  “Baby, I’m all yours.”

  “Then get these clothes off. Later, maybe we’ll go to your bed. First, I want you here. Now.”

  He liked that, her little orders. “Yeah? You want me? Strip for me, baby, and I’ll strip for you. Show me that pretty little bare pussy.”

  She sucked in a ragged breath, her eyes shining so bright that he dipped down and kissed her neck before straightening again.

  “You are so bad. You love to talk dirty, don’t you, Russell? I’ll have you know that waxing hurts like hell. I mean, really, really hurts. And I should—”

  He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close so he could cup both little butt cheeks. “Fuck me, baby, then scold me. I’ll kiss it better. Damn, I’ll kiss it better all night.”

  He swallowed her reply with a kiss. She was hot, nearly ripping his T-shirt off, and he was no better. Fuck stripping—he wanted her now. He unzipped her skirt on the way to the bedroom, and tugged the shirt from her breasts along the way. Her nipples were tight little pink nubs that made him wild. Fuck, he wanted her from behind, watching her in a mirror as those mounds quivered and bounced with each firm thrust. “I need you hard. Hard and from behind baby, I want to watch you while I fuck you, watch you come, watch these beauties bounce while I cup your ass in my hands.”

  “Oh, God, Russell, stop talking! Hurry. Now.” She nibbled at his skin. She sucked and licked every inch she could reach, trying to take him in with her mouth any way she could. “I want you. Now. Now.”

  “Ah, fuck, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard
. Do you want that?”

  When she raked her nails down his chest, he had his answer. Meeting his eyes, she whispered, “Oh, God, yes. Hard. Hard.”

  He lowered her down on the bed, nice and slow, but she grabbed hold of his buckle and had his belt loose, and her fingers wrapped around his dick before he could do more than kiss her nipples. Toeing his boots off, he latched on to one firm peak and heard her heavy moans as soon as he did. He sucked harder. She liked him rough.

  “Oh, Russell, God, you’re so huge and hot, darlin’.”

  Darlin’. She made him want to do things he’d never dreamed of when she said that slow, sexy southern ‘darlin’’.

  She drew him out from his jeans and he was lost. With a groan, he shoved into her warm palms. His eyes pinned on her delicate grip, amazed all over again how good she felt handling him. She rocked his world. Completely rocked his world.

  “Stroke me, that’s it; stroke me. I could come like this. I could shoot out all over this pretty, bare pussy.”

  She bit him on the nipple, sucking the spot tight in her mouth at the same time she drew her hands up his cock with a firm, slow pull. He nearly came, it was so good. God, he wanted that mouth on his dick the way it was on his chest. Susan dug her nails into his skin. She wiggled against him and started licking down his stomach.

  “Mmm, you taste so good, Russell. Salty and spicy.”

  Holy hell. Was she moving south? He wanted her to, wanted to feel her soft, warm lips on his erection so badly his palms started sweating.

  “Suck me, baby, come on. Show me wild and suck me deep. Go down on me. Be wild for me.”

  She shivered and her eyes sprang up to meet his, but she continued down his stomach to right above his groin. Sinking to the floor, she kept eye contact with him and pressed her back against the tall mattress so her breasts arched upward. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He angled closer, pressing her back against the bed, and some kind of dominant instinct had him tipping her chin up and butting the head of his cock against her lips. He needed to take her mouth. Control the depth and speed of each stroke of his cock inside her pink, soft lips. Had he ever wanted such a thing? Not until her.

  “I’ve jacked off thinking of you like this, on your knees, with my cock in your sweet mouth, Susan. Does that turn you on, baby? To know how much you turn me on?”

  “Russell.”

  The sound of her passion set his body on fire. “I’ve jacked off and come so damn long, thinking of you sucking me with those pink lips. Letting me control you this way.”

  She gave him another soft moan, nibbled his stomach muscles and began licking her way down, making him tremble and clutch her hair in a fist. His other hand found the bed next to his hip and grabbed the covers. She’d tipped her head so he couldn’t see her and he wasn’t having any of that. He needed to know she wanted this, him, this way, because he was stepping out into new territory with her.

  “Ah, baby, look at me.” He needed to watch her blue eyes while she allowed this, surrendered to him. This was beyond a blow job. Beyond the need to feel her lips on him, and he wanted to make certain she knew it. It was a surrender. More than her virginity, more than her willingness to have hard, fast sex up against a wall, he needed this: her on her knees, trusting him while he took her mouth.

  “You want me to watch you, while I…suck on you?”

  She was shy, hesitant, but bold. There was a challenge there, in her eyes, and she knew—hell, he hoped she always knew—this was all her decision.

  “Only if you want to blow my mind, baby.”

  “Russell.” She tightened her hand on his dick and slid it down to the base, then back up, her eyes pinned on his. “Mmm, you want that, and me, here on my knees?”

  “Damn straight, Sunshine. I want that and much more. It’ll make you burn, baby.” He was tired of fighting this—hell, he hadn’t since the first time, he knew that—but part of him had felt he ought to fight his desire to dominate her. Not anymore. Not after her orgasms from earlier, when they’d had that small fight.

  She liked it. She liked his aggression, his control. But she had control, too, and she knew it. He knew it, saw it there in her eyes, and while this was something he’d been fantasising about doing with her, if he saw that blaze dim, he’d switch gears without a worry. This was…hot, but he wanted to share everything he’d ever wanted from sex with her. And he wanted her to like it, too. Looking into her eyes he knew she liked it. One brow quirked up and her lips slanted upwards in a smile. Hell, yeah, did she like it.

  She was giving him that teasing little look—not smiling, but it was there, lingering in her eyes as she stroked him. She trusted him. Trusted him to give her pleasure, give them both pleasure, but her, first and foremost. And he was going to give it to her, make her so hot she orgasmed right along with him.

  “I’m not certain you deserve this, Russell Ryland.” Hunger, need and passion filled her expression. Hunger, more than anything else. She was hot, on fire for him, all of him.

  “Ah, baby. I’m sure I don’t. But I’m going to make you burn. Burn so hot you’re going to fly by the time we’re done here. Open that pretty mouth and suck my cock, Susan. Come on, baby.”

  Her eyes narrowed at his language, but her colour had deepened, and he knew he had her. Knew, suddenly, she wanted it dark. Wanted him. All of him, not just the soft loving, but his demands, too. He thought it might turn her on how turned on he was, and he hoped so, because this was just one of a million things he wanted them to try.

  She leant forward and kissed the flared, sensitive hood, making his dick jerk up until he wrapped his hand around the base. She licked the swollen head again, making him groan, before she opened her lips around the head of his cock and slowly took him in. After only a second of sucking on his cock head, her hands came up and gripped his shaft tight. It felt so good he had to cover her hand with his to stop her, otherwise embarrass himself by coming too soon. She made a soft sound of protest and pushed his hands off. Goddamn, that was hot. She latched on, taking in a bit more, and sucked hard enough to have him panting. He had to clench his fist in her hair and let her wet mouth drive him insane. When she tucked her tongue under the head of his cock and hit that spot, his eyes rolled back in his head. She sucked downward, rubbing against his shaft on the way, and began slowly slipping up and down his length. Each time she sucked downward, she tried to take more. She looked beautiful with her cheeks hollowing out and her lips opening and closing over his cock. Ah, Jesus, of course she would look beautiful.

  She was going to kill him with this. He was already bursting to come. Her mouth was hot, velvety and felt so good he wasn’t going to last.

  A burst of pre-cum spilled down his cock when she stopped her up and down movements of her mouth and concentrated on a spot under the head of his cock that made his eyes cross.

  Slowly, she slid off and licked her lips. Her eyes met his and he gritted his jaw.

  “Mmm, you taste spicy. I like it.”

  “Holy hell.” Did he say that out loud? Fuck, he had, and his voice sounded strangled.

  She glanced up at him, a soft sexy expression that rocked him on his heels. She opened her mouth slowly and flicked her pink tongue out once, to torture him with a long, slow lick when he wanted deep, wet penetration. Without warning, she leant forward and ran her lips down his dick, taking him deeper than ever.

  Russell nearly swallowed his tongue. He strangled on a cry. Hell, hell, hell. She didn’t blow him—Susan made love to every inch of him.

  He had to fist the blankets on her bed to keep from hauling her down his cock and plunging into her mouth roughly until he exploded. Susan purred along the length of him on her upward pass, then rubbed her lips and tongue on that spot she’d found until he had to beat his fist on the bed to keep from coming. Holy shit.

  “You like?”

  “Fuck, yeah. Oh, yeah.” She latched on again and slid her hands up and down where her mouth had wetted his cock. His eyes
slammed shut, then he jerked them open again, unwilling to miss a minute of this. She wasn’t like some pro—not that he’d know what one was like—but she loved every inch of him and when he made a sound or jerked or whimpered, she did whatever she’d done again. And again, and again. When she discovered he liked his balls licked, he about died.

  He wasn’t going to last. “I’m not gonna make it much longer, baby. Back off so I don’t spill in your mouth.”

  She pulled away from sucking on one of his balls, slowly releasing him with a soft popping sound. “I want to taste you. You taste me.”

  His mind went blank. Time seemed to stall as they simply stared at each other. When he was about to deny her, she decided matters for herself. She opened her mouth slowly and slid down his length until he felt the back of her throat. Suddenly desperate, he grabbed a handful of dark silky hair with one hand and held her, still afraid he just might shove in too far and hurt her.

  “Hold your mouth there. Rub your tongue right there. God, yeah! Fuck, yeah, ah, fuck.” Pleasure swamped him. Keeping hold of her hair, he guided his dick in and out of heaven. On her knees, she tipped her head, allowing more of his cock to ease inside her wet mouth.

  “Trust me, baby. Take me, a little more, ah, God, just like that.” She rubbed her tongue all over the head, sweeping fast licks under the hood and he shoved in, hearing her moan and feeling her press herself against his leg. She was wet. The sensations and vision of her loving his cock with her mouth had him crazed. She was going to come with him, he thought, and the mere idea of her climaxing from sucking his cock dry nearly did him in. He could feel his orgasm building.

  “Fuck, right there. Right there. Suck me, baby. That’s it, my wild baby, suck me good. Right there. Ah, God, come for me. Come on my leg, baby. Ride me.” He pressed his shin against her wet mound.