Page 33 of Ash on the Range
“Yes. She knows. Do you want me to take you back? I can if this is too much.” I hadn't thought about her being freaked out about staying overnight in the forest. “I’ve slept out here plenty of nights, Cass. But if it scares you, I’ll take you home. Just tell me.” I slid my hands around her waist, stepping into her space. “Tell me,” I whispered when she stared up at me, her mouth moving but nothing came out.
“I just want you,” she breathed.
My mouth crashed into hers, my kisses harsh and desperate. Every inch of pent up energy burst from me and collided with her as I pulled Cassie flush against my body. A soft sound that might have been a sob or a sigh echoed from her lips to mine. Iheld her tight and kissed her fiercely, pulling back only to check in.
“Tell me again,” I asked softly, cradling her face in my hands. "I promise I'll stop any time. But I need you to tell me if there’s anything you don’t want about tonight.”
“Everything I want everything from you." Cass rose onto her toes, finding my mouth as she slid her tongue between my lips.
My cock hardened instantly. I growled softly, kicking the hamper back to locate the rug. “I don't want to stop, but give me a second, okay?” I squeezed her arms and dropped my knees, pulling out the rug then the blankets. She helped me set up a nest, then slid her hands up my thighs, working on my belt buckle. I watched her in silence, then rested my hands over hers, halting her motions. “Cass.”
She looked up at me. “Yeah?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.” Her head tipped to one side. “You gave me everything last time. I want to do the same for you now. Plus after last night, you kind of deserve it.”
My throat tightened. “I didn’t win anything, Cass.” Yet again I proved just how easy it was to fall off a bull in my own personal style. I was getting pretty good at it actually.
“I didn’t care if you won or not, Will. I cared if you came back to me. That was all.” Her thumb brushed across my plain silver buckle, then pulled it open. I let out a fragmented breath, struggling with not fisting her hair and pulling her up my body or shoving her down onto the mat and tearing both our clothes off then and there.
Instead, I fisted my hands at my sides and waited. “You know how to torture a man.”
“I had a good teacher.” Her gaze flicked up to meet mine. “Someone taught me recently how to wait. Again and again and again…”
Her palm grazed my cock through my jeans, and just as quickly the contact disappeared, leaving me without the pressure I craved. I let out a groan, needing to be on my knees between her legs.
“I’ll get to the begging stage real soon,” I murmured, reaching out to stroke her hair, sweeping blonde waves back from her face. “You know I’m gonna want you bad after you tease me like this.”
Her eyes flashed her defiance. “Slow was fun, Will. But sometimes fast and rough is just as good.”
This. Girl.
Blood surged south. The moment her hands closed around my length I thought I’d end up disgracing myself. Then her lips closed around my cock and I was fucked. Royally. I fisted her hair, wrapping the pale blonde strands around my knuckles as she sucked on me, playing with balls and teasing the ever loving fuck out of me.
I gritted my teeth, tipping my head back to study the stars between the tree tops. I knew if I watched her, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from spilling my seed straight down her throat. The vision of my length disappearing between her lips was too damn good, even in the reflected light from the full moon that made it between the trees. The river helped and the clearing gave me the perfect visual on a clear night.
My cock flexed as she sucked hard, bobbing her head. I let out a groan and gripped her hair, pulling her up to me.
“Tease me another time, honey,” I murmured. “Right now, I need to see you. Strip for me.” It wasn't a question and I didn't pose it as one.
Cassie watched me, her breaths shallow and short as she dropped her jacket in a heap at one corner of the rug. Her shorts followed and I drank in the sight of my girl in her bra and jeans.
“Pants, too,” I murmured, unbuttoning my sleeves and my shirt, letting it hang open for now as I ditched my jacket. I didn't care how cold it was, but she might in a minute.
Kneeling as she peeled off her jeans. I grabbed a blanket without looking, needing to memorize the sight of her naked for all the months we’d be apart while she was at college.
“Come here,” I murmured, flicking my fingers forward.
Cassie walked straight over to me, not the least self-conscious, and my cock stiffened painfully in my jeans. She planted one foot either side of my hips and lowered herself so she knelt over me, and rocked her weeping pussy over my denim covered cock.
“Fuck,” I whispered cupping her hips with my lightest touch, watching her breasts bounce with every movement. “Christ, you're beautiful."
Cass gave me the smallest smile and tugged at my shirt. “You’re overdressed.”
I tossed my shirt and pressed her back onto the rug, kicking my jeans free. “Can I fuck you raw, honey? I won’t last as long, but I’m aching to fill you up.”
She shivered at my words. “I want to ride you,” she whispered, her cheeks darkening.
