Page 25 of My Cowboy Salvation
“That’s it. Open to me, Dylan,” he says and trails kisses along the side of my neck, then my breast and my stomach until he settles down to his knees in front of me and slides my panties down.
His lips twist in a mischievous grin, just before he leans forward and, lifting the bottom of my dress up, ducks under it.
I can’t see what he’s doing or about to do, and I giggle in nervous anticipation. The giggle quickly dies in my throat at the sudden ferocity of his mouth clamping over my clit before his tongue repeats the motion his fingers were doing just a minute before.
My hand slams to the wall behind me as my legs threaten to go out from under me. Tingling pleasure builds from my belly out to my fingertips, and I try to slow the explosion I expect to follow when his hands grip my bare ass cheeks, massaging them as he spreads me farther apart and slides his tongue deep inside my channel.
Is this really happening? Is it possible that Logan McCall, Parker’s dad, is currently kneeling between my thighs, licking and sucking and stroking me with his mouth? Bringing me to what I hope will be an orgasm even more intense than the last one.
“Logan,” I sigh, as my hips move with his mouth, riding his face as he keeps up the sensual onslaught. Fingers soon replace his tongue, pushing inside me, fucking me, leaving me writhing as I soar higher to my release.
“That’s it, Dylan,” he says, his voice low and muffled from under my dress. “You’re so hot and wet. Just for me. Come for me, baby.”
It’s all I need—my name on his mouth, and with his tongue stroking my clit, I fall over the cliff and ride the wave of pleasure.
His mouth is suddenly gone, and the cool air rushes between my legs, chilling me compared to the heat there before. Carefully, he pulls my panties into place, then is on his feet where he captures my mouth again. I taste myself on him.
“You ready to go home with me now? Or would you rather I return you to Mitch for that promised dance?” he teases.
In answer, I kiss him again, our tongues gliding over each other before I cup my hand over his bulging erection, enjoying the sharp intake of breath he takes at my forwardness. “What’s that saying? Take me now or lose me forever?”
“Fuck me, darlin’. Let’s get you home.”
Chapter 13
Logan
The ten-minute rideto my house is near agony as my dick is hard and throbbing thanks to the hand play Dylan is giving me. It’s only through sheer will and determination I don’t explode under her administration, knowing when I finally find that release, it’s going to be balls deep in her hot, tight pussy.
Once we pull into the driveway, I race around to her side and lift her from the cab. I’d pick her up and throw her over my shoulder if I knew no one could see us, but that might be a tad too much. Instead, I tug on her hand as we rush to the front door where I’m all thumbs as I work to get the code into the security panel.
Then we’re inside, and I slam the door and lock it before pulling her against me and ravaging her mouth. There’s too much between us, and I raise my hands up each side of her jacket and yank it down, letting it drop to the ground.
Better.
My hands slide over her waist, her hips, her ass as she molds herself to me. She claws at my shoulders as if she’s trying to meld our bodies into one. I lift her into my arms, my hands under her ass, so her legs have to wrap around my waist. I carry her up the stairs. We’re only halfway up when I realize the wet heat pressed close to my belly is her pussy spreading open for me, and I nearly fumble before slowing to adjust her weight in my arms. Only instead of waiting patiently, she untangles her legs from me.
“Sorry, Chief. There’s something I want to do right now before we go any farther.”
She sits her ass on the step and reaches out to undo the top of my pants. I watch in anticipation as she takes the head of my dick into her mouth. I clutch at the railing as her hot mouth makes its way down my shaft, sucking and licking me with eager ferocity.
“Dylan. Baby. We can go to my room.”
She stares at me as her mouth continues to slide over me, not bothering to reply. Her head bobs up and down as she takes me nearly entirely into her mouth. Her hand closes the gap, stroking me.
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to blow at this rate.
“My turn, baby.” I nudge her shoulders so she’s leaning back against the stairs.
Dropping to my knees, I yank her panties down her smooth legs and toss them aside. With the light pouring in from the skylight above us, I feast my eyes on her sweet pussy, its folds swollen and wet with need. I lower my mouth over her, enjoying how she immediately bucks her hips up when I find her clit.
She’s so responsive, so quick to sigh and moan with my every stroke, that I find it impossible to slow down and prolong this like I initially hoped. I want her. Now.
I pull out a condom from my back pocket, a precaution I’ve been carrying with me ever since I saw her face as she came. Tearing the wrapper open with my teeth, I pull the rubber out and carefully roll it over my dick. I lean forward, resting my elbows on each side of her. I kiss her mouth softly, letting her taste herself on my lips, then lean back, so I can see her expression as I thrust inside.
Eagerly, knowing what I’m about to do, she slides her ass toward me. Her legs spread wider, her eyes lighting with anticipation, and hell if I can wait any longer. Positioning the head of my cock at her entrance, I train my eyes on hers as I slowly push inside her velvet-like heat. Her eyes flutter closed with pleasure, her walls clenching around me, sucking me almost greedily inside. I groan before gliding out and thrusting more forcefully in. Her head falls back, and her eyes are still closed as she enjoys the erotic sensation.
“Open your eyes for me, Dylan. I want to see you when you come, baby.” Her eyes open again, her pupils dilated into large, black pools, almost eclipsing their usual slate-grayness. I thrust inside again, watching her eyes widen with the force as she bites down on her bottom lip.
