Rocky Mountain Romance (Six Pack Ranch) (11 page)

“Oh God, I need you inside me right now,” Melody muttered, her hands diving between them as she attempted to undo his jeans.

He caught her wrists in one hand, holding her in place as he pulled back slightly. Gazing into her eyes and letting her see how much he wanted her as well. “Not yet. Not for a long time.”

She frowned. “Here’s a hint, Steve. Right now, I’m pretty much what you call a sure thing.”

“You’re not ready, and I haven’t finished getting you there. We were interrupted back at the pub.”

He lowered her until she lay flat on her back on the island countertop, chest moving rapidly with every breath. Her pale-blue eyes burned him with white-hot fire as she waited in anticipation for what came next.

“Now, where were we?” He leaned over, sliding a hand down her belly to open the button of her jeans and lower her zipper. “That’s right. I was just about to get you off when my brother interrupted.”

“That was rude,” Melody agreed before qualifying her statement. “It’s very impolite to
ever
take a break in the middle of giving me an orgasm.”

Steve grinned as he slipped his fingers through her folds and into her body. “Next time I won’t stop.”

Her eyes widened at his words, and Steve made a note of it, stroking in farther as her body wet his fingers. “Oh, you like that idea. Is that one of the things you played with while you were away?”

“Getting fingered in public?”

“Any kind of fooling around in public. You like the idea of getting caught, or the idea of being watched?”

She shivered, and he increased the tempo of his hand, slipping into her warmth then pulling back to tease her clit. Her underwear and jeans rubbed the back of his hand as he sped up, reading her body cues.

He leaned over, staring into her eyes as he continued to torment her. “It’s been too damn long, Melody, and it’s going to take days to do everything I want.”

She lifted her feet to the countertop, knees spread wide as she rocked against him, the tension in her face increasing as he brought her closer to orgasm.

He kissed her, this time using his upper body to pin her in place as he continued to pump his fingers deep, dipping his tongue into her mouth at the same tempo.

The most amazing noises escaped as Melody wrapped her hands around his shoulders and tugged in an attempt to move him.

No frickin’ way. He wasn’t going anywhere.

He pulled back far enough his lips brushed hers as he spoke. “We have so many things to try that we’ve never done before. Everything you’ve ever imagined, everything I’ve ever dreamed of. I’m going to take you so far past your fantasies your feet don’t touch the ground.”

She whimpered, her breath puffing against his lips as she struggled for air. “Oh lordy. Oh, that’s good.”

Under his fingers her clit was a tight little ball, and he pressed down. Flicking his thumb back and forth rapidly until she cried out, her head tilting back as her body arched.

He moved away just far enough to watch as she came, her entire body bowing as he stroked her to climax. She shook, clutching his shoulders, her mouth tightened into a rosy pout, her eyes half-closed as she purred out her satisfaction.

He could watch her do that all day long. “Damn, that was sexy.”

He slowed his touch, gentling the motion as aftershocks continued to rack her body.

“Nice.” Melody sighed happily.

Nope. “Wrong word,” Steve warned, shifting back into a position between her legs.

Melody leaned up on her elbows, confusion building. “What you talking about—?”

Then she didn’t say anything else because he’d put his mouth between her legs and put his tongue in to play on her clit. Her thighs trembled under his hands, hips rocking as she moaned her approval.

He paused for a moment, glancing up to see a broad smile stretching her face. Steve hummed. “God, you taste so good.”

He went back to work, lapping like a starving man. Melody thrust her fingers into his hair and held him in place, one gasp of pleasure after another escaping her lips until she was quivering.

Another burst of satisfaction rang out as she came, and the sound thrilled him even as his cock pressed harder against the confines of his jeans. It had been too long, and with every touch, Steve remembered a little more why he had enjoyed being with Melody so very much.

She lived life without holding back—he needed more of that. But for now he would take this opportunity to prove they needed this new start.

Melody lay motionless with her eyes closed, body totally relaxed as she sprawled on the countertop. “Oh Lord, Steve, let me breathe.”

He chuckled, slipping his arms under her. “You don’t need to breathe, darling. I’ll do it for you.”

She draped her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the back of the house. Her smile? A whole lot of naughtiness. “You taking me to my bedroom to ravish me?”

“Sort of.”

Only when he got there and placed her gently on the bed, he stepped back. She was naked from the waist down, her bright-coloured bra still covering breasts that he couldn’t wait to see again.

He’d been given a challenge. Three months to rock her world, and he had every intention of starting that right now.

She shimmied up on her knees. “What are you doing way over there?”

Steve glanced around the room, eyeing the drawers and small table beside her bed. “Just getting my bearings.”

He marched forward and tugged open the drawer beside her bed as she scrambled toward him.

“Steve, what are you—? Oh, no.”

He’d guessed right. He pulled a fabric bag from the drawer and hefted it a few times. Under his fingers an assortment of cock-like objects rolled, and he laughed. “From the shape of things, you’ve got a few more toys than you used to have.”

Her cheeks had gone bright red. “Variety is the spice of life.”

Steve had no objection to adding a little spice to their sex. And no better time to start than right now.

Steve hadn’t lied. Something was different as he prowled up the bed to her side, his expression one of lustful intent. Sex had never been bad with him, but so far today had been extraordinary.

If he kept upping the ante like this, his threat would come true. She would have trouble walking, at least without a satisfied grin on her face that would far too clearly tell everyone what she’d been up to.

“You have a favourite?” he asked, the lumpy fabric bag in his hand making her smile even as shivers of anticipation rolled up her spine.

“All depends.” The temptation to tease was too great to resist. She wiggled back to make room beside her and went to tug her toy bag from him.

“Reach in and take out what you need,” he ordered.

Well, that little bit of bossiness earned him no mercy. Melody slipped up on her knees and thrust her hand in, going unerringly for the biggest vibrator in the collection. She pulled it out, keeping her face as neutral as possible as she laid it in his outspread palm.

She was impressed when he didn’t flinch. One brow rose slowly, though, as he examined the plastic shaped like a thick, ten-inch cock, with a full curved head, veins on the exterior, and everything.

His lips curled into a full-out masculine grin. “Aww, you missed me.”

Melody laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Your ego is just fine.”

He leaned in, caressing her cheek with his lips. “I’m going to make you feel good, and it’s not going to be the toys, it’s going to be
me
. My fingers. My tongue. My cock—no matter what else is touching you, I’m the one taking you there.”

“Bring it,” she whispered back, the dare all too clear.

He placed the bag on her side table, laying the vibrator on the mattress beside them. Then he placed her in his lap and proceeded to kiss her senseless as he stripped away her bra.

She liked kissing, and she especially liked kissing Steve. He didn’t seem to think it was a part of the journey on the way to the fucking, or something to get past as quickly as possible. He made it an awesome part all on its own.

He caught hold of her lower lip and nipped, the slight sting making her gasp. The moment her lips opened, he slipped his tongue inside, this time teasing and retreating until she didn’t know if she needed to lean into him to demand more, or take advantage of the brief moments when he’d let her breathe so she wouldn’t pass out from a lack of oxygen.

She sat in his lap, the coarse fabric of his jeans and the soft cotton of his flannel shirt brushing her naked skin. Sensitizing every nerve to the point that when he finally took one hand away from where he’d been cupping her face, she stiffened in anticipation of where he would touch next.

He leaned their foreheads together, staring into her eyes. “You taste so good. Everywhere.”

And still staring at her, he stroked the side of her neck, playing along her collarbone before he spread his fingers and lowered his hand to cup her breast. His fingers curled around to cradle her as he rubbed and teased, his thumb brushing her nipple. Intense concentration in his eyes as he got to know her all over.

He pressed her to the mattress, moving so he could take one nipple in his mouth, his tongue moving slowly at first and then with increased pressure. When he closed his lips and sucked, a shot of pure pleasure raced through her core.

Melody closed her eyes so she could soak in every sensation. So she could savour the wicked havoc his tongue and fingers were causing. He pinched and soothed, stroked and caressed. Every time he shifted on the mattress, his clothing brushed her naked skin, adding another layer of intimate sensation.

“I could do this all night,” he rumbled. His lips teased the tip of one tingling nipple as her breathing grew more laboured.

He had his hand between her legs, talented fingers moving unerringly to her clit. He pressed the sensitive point just hard enough to make her hips lift in an attempt to follow when his hand vanished.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

And even as his mouth made renewed contact with her breast, a low noise warned her what to expect.

A moment later the vibrator made contact, the cool, solid head bumping between her folds. Steve abandoned her breasts, but when she expected him to simply sit up, he surprised her. Instead, he adjusted position, headed down to where he was stroking the plastic cock against the entrance to her pussy.

For one moment he lifted his head. Cocky, masculine satisfaction scalded her as his gaze danced over her face. “If you’ve been playing with toys, you might appreciate a little extra attention.”

She didn’t bother asking what he meant—she’d find out soon enough.

And,
whoa
Nelly
, she was right. Steve twirled the head of the vibrator against her pussy until it was wet with moisture before slipping it into her body. He’d set the vibrations to low, which was enough to tease, not nearly enough for her to reach a climax.

At least, not until he leaned over and put his tongue to her clit at the same time.

“Oh, hell
yes
,” she encouraged him, slipping her fingers through his hair. She planted one foot on the bed, opening herself as much as possible as he leaned over her belly to lick her clit.

The thick head of the vibrator pressed partway into her body. Just into the most sensitive part, especially when combined with his mouth doing wicked, wonderful things.

Melody was no longer comparing tonight to the sex they’d had before. She was far,
far
more interested in what was on the table now. Her whole world narrowed to pleasure, right here, right now.

When another orgasm hit, she let it roll through her entire body as her limbs shook and a long cry of satisfaction flowed from her lips.

Then the toy was gone, and Steve was gone, but only for a moment. Melody twisted her head to the side to watch in admiration. “I’ve never seen a man strip so fast,” she teased.

She stopped talking because she needed her breath to enjoy the show as he ripped off his wife-beater to reveal a dangerously muscular torso, his golden skin contrasting beautifully with his dark hair. He had very little body hair, except for a thin trail of black leading into his jeans. Jeans that were rapidly unbuttoned, unzipped and discarded to the floor.

Melody leaned up on an elbow, her mouth watering as everything came into view. He had no need to feel inadequate to the toys of her collection, especially since his cock was Technicolor and warm to the touch.

The thick length rose from the dark curls at his groin, the smooth head fully engorged, a drop of moisture clinging to the slit. She wrapped her fingers around him, and he groaned, rocking into her grasp.

“I need to be inside you right fucking now,” he growled as she rubbed her thumb over the top, spreading the moisture she’d found there.

He held out a condom, and she ripped it open, her fingers shaking with eagerness. “You have no idea how much I want this,” she confessed.

“I think I have a faint idea,” he drawled.

Even as the need to have him drive into her grew, she couldn’t resist. She placed the condom on the head of his cock, then instead of rolling it down with her fingers, she put her mouth on him.