Real Sexy (Real Dirty Duet #2)(36)

I squeeze him a little tighter.

"You're only saying that because my hand is wrapped around your dick."

Boone catches my hand and squeezes it tighter. "Nah. You won't break me, sugar. Feel free to get a little rough."

An impulse slams into me, surprising me enough to have me stumbling over my next move.

I want him in my mouth. I want to drive him so crazy he can't remember his own name. I want him never to forget this night or me.

I'm not the kind of girl who gets to her knees for a man, but with Boone . . . something's different.

Maybe it's the fact that he's never asked me. Never even brought it up. Or maybe it's because he's gone down on me multiple times, never expecting anything in return.

Whatever it is, I want this. I slide to my knees, ready to break a long-term ban on giving head, but Boone grabs me by the elbows and hauls me up.

"I don't want you on your knees. I want that pussy on my face."

Heat pulses between my legs. "Okay."

"Attagirl."

He kicks off his jeans before stripping off mine and tipping us both backward onto the bed. I land on top of him.

"First, give me this mouth. I can never get enough of this mouth."

"I was trying to-"

"Shush."

His lips capture mine, and I lose myself in the kiss. His tongue sweeps inside, tasting and teasing, before his teeth nip my lips and I nip back.

"You'll always bite back, won't you?"

"I give as good as I get."

Boone's blue eyes blaze. "Guess we're going to find out right now." He sits up. "Spin around and give me that sweet pussy."

Oh God. Sixty-nine? I've never been a fan of that . . . but then again, with Boone, everything is different. I guess I don't have to worry about putting my ass in his face since he's already laid claim to it. I'm going for it.

With a smirk and zero shame, I shift into place, my legs spread over Boone's face, and he wastes no time gripping my ass and pulling me closer. I've barely got my lips to the head of his cock when he devours me.

It's everything I can do to keep my focus on the goal. And I completely and utterly fail.

Two orgasms later, both mine, I finally scoot down Boone's body.

"This is so not fair," I protest.

"What? That you can't help but lose your mind when my lips touch your pussy? Not sure why you sound upset about that." 

"Because this was my show. My turn."

He shakes his head and grips his cock with one hand. "Then by all means, sugar. Climb on and take it home."

Being on top is another thing I've never really loved because of the way everything bounces and jiggles, especially if it's not pitch dark in the room.

Boone notices my hesitation. "You change your mind?"

It's time to woman up, which isn't exactly a hardship with the way Boone is staring at me.

"Things jiggle when I'm on top," I confess.

Boone's eyebrows go up. "And thank fuck for that. Do you have any idea how sexy you are when those sweet tits are bouncing? God, I'm halfway ready to come just thinking about it. And being able to get my mouth on them while you ride me . . . shit. I'm gonna have to fight to make it last. And when I get my hands on that luscious ass of yours . . ." He groans. "I'm a goner. Hell, I'm already a goner, Ripley. You've got me. The only thing you're gonna do is pull me in deeper by dropping that guard and tossing those inhibitions aside. Can you do that?"

When he puts it like that . . . "Yeah, I can."

I situate myself on top of Boone and do exactly that.





25





Boone





When I decided to make the impromptu trip home with Ripley, I totally forgot the rodeo was Saturday night. It closes the season and is a big event for the town, which means the Thrasher family always shows up in full force.

"You ever been to the rodeo, Ripley?" Ma asks as we walk toward the gates at the edge of the fairgrounds.

"No, ma'am. I haven't. I've always wanted to go, though."

"You're in for a treat. But get ready, everyone will want to see Boone."

"Shouldn't you have security with you here?" Ripley asks me quietly, concern in her voice.

"Nah. Not here. If someone tried to pull some shit, the entire town would be on them in a heartbeat. This is probably the safest place I could be, other than at home."

"Are you sure?"

I think it's sweet that she's so worried about me. "Sugar, despite what you think, I can handle myself if something goes down."

"If you say so." The disbelief in her tone makes me want to prove it to her, but I'm beyond the stage in my life where I go looking for a fight.

"Boone's a hometown hero," my dad says. "He's done so much for this place, they've even dedicated the new baseball stadium to him. Thrasher Field has a great ring to it."