My Cocky Cowboy(A Steamy Older Man Romance)(14)

Then he places his fingertips on my lower lip and again gifts me the sensual flavor of his mouth mixed with my pussy. I clasp his hand with my two smaller ones as I slowly run my tongue around his solid calloused digits. He's given me everything, focused solely on my pleasure taking nothing for himself. All I can think of is giving back, which is really another pleasure for me. To try to take all that massive cock in my mouth, before feeling him stretch my pussy further than I think she can go, is my sole reason for living right now.

“I need you,” I repeat, pleading. “Please.”

“I need you too, but now I have to get you back to the ranch.”

He drags my jeans up my thighs as far as they'll go.

“Lift,” he commands and I do, long enough that he gets my swollen dripping pussy mostly covered up.

I offer him a little pout which he nips at, then hooks his arms around my underside. I feel the muscles in his thighs power up as he raises the weight of both of us effortlessly from the ground. My god, I have never known such a steel strong man. All man.

“No. let those two go. I want to stay with you,” I implore as I hook my arms around his neck and trail little kisses at his mouth which he returns.

I can't stop running my lips across his musky male skin. I want every part of him with an insatiable thirst. Am I really this desperate for cock or is it Shea doing this to me? As if I don't know the answer to that.

“So seated or bound for the posse?” he asks with a demonic grin, when we reach his tall, patient horse.

“You wouldn't,” I say, shocked but laughing.

“Tie your wrists behind you then have you face down across my lap with your bare butt cheeks there for the taking? I can't imagine anything finer. Or fucking sexier.”

I color slightly pink as I smile up at him. Having a man appreciate my body so totally makes me wetter than ever.

When he puts his hands around my hip bones I shudder with anticipation. But he lifts me onto Cinders' back, directly on her warm, glossy coat, in front of the saddle. Then after replacing the water bowl and untying her reins, he places one foot in the stirrup and with a wide curve of his powerful thigh, he's seated behind me.

“Comfy?” he asks, after settling me so I'm nestled into his chest, his raised bicep a pillow for my head.

I nod, both insanely happy and miserable at the same time.

“Then why the pout?”

“I don't want to go home yet. I want to be with you.”

Did he give me what I want just to get rid of me? A cowboy taking his fun but without giving me everything I need of him.

“Angel, they got wise to your escapade. Your chaperone is on the warpath.”

“For chrissake,” I roll my eyes, desperately irritated by being treated like a kid on a school trip.

But I'm distracted from my rant by Shea's hand cupping my breast and rolling the nipple between his thumb and fingers.

“You're gonna leave your shirt open and your tits exposed for me like that, I'm gonna figure you want them caressed,” he growls against my ear.

“I do. I want your hands on me constantly.”

“I'll remember to keep that in mind,” he says with a tweak to my aching pellet.

I can't stop smiling. So much my cheeks and jaw start to ache. He agreed to put his hands on me constantly, whenever the opportunity arises. I'm just bothered by the fact that there are only a few more days until the rodeo weekend is over and then I'll be moving on with the other stampede princesses. Constantly will be over.

Damn.

Shea walks Cinders home as slow as the powerful steed can manage. She seems to be chomping at the bit as much as I am. And I can tell Shea is too. He returns every one of my kisses. Our mouths are tangled and locked for almost the entire journey. Luckily the horse seems to know the route well.

The bulge in Shea's pants remains enormous and throbbing the entire time he fondles and pinches my tits, holding Cinders' reins in one hand. In complete control of both his girls.

I'm praying that Nissa will have gotten bored of waiting up for my return and gone to bed. Not because I care about a scolding but because I'm plotting in my head, some way to wrangle myself into Shea's bed for the night.

My luck finally runs out when we ride up to the ranch house and the chaperone leaps out of the porch rocker the instant she sees us. She's oddly dressed in an almost transparent negligee set. My eyes fly to Shea but I'm relieved he's not even looked at her.

His huge thigh arcs around Cinders' flanks to dismount, then he lifts me down from her back with a secret squeeze. One of his polite and humble lifts of his hat and he walks away without giving her a single glance.

“Straight to bed,” she snaps at me, but I'm already through the front door and floating up the stairs.