Page 21 of Ash on the Range
“Inside me.” Heat rocketed from between my thighs to my cheeks. I was sure my chest flushed, too. “I ache–”
“Not yet you don’t.” He cut me off, swirling his tongue around my nipple as he rocked his hips into the cradle of mine. “Not yet.”
Then all I could do for a long time was make soft sounds he seemed to like until my soft sounds grew into louder ones. I gripped his hair, winging my fingers through his curls and came, pinned to the ground beneath him as he sucked and flicked on my nipple through the lace of my bra.
And he hadn’t even taken my clothes off yet.
“Will,” I mumbled as he managed to peel the clothing off that should have been gone a while back. “Why haven’t we done this earlier?”
He laughed out loud, unbuttoning his shirt and shucking it off to join mine. I lay on the blanket, my knees pushed wide by his, staring up at his defined abs and the heavy muscle I knew he earned every day working his ass off from before dawn until well after dusk.
And did it again and again and again.
This was not the sort of man who pumped iron or didn’t know how to change a tire or do a job. He understood hard work. He’d probably also only wear a suit a handful of times in his life, and he’d never work in an office. But the longer I wanted him, the less those things mattered to me. The girl I’d been before I met Will Kirk, that girl’s expectations of this life, that all changed in the last month.
I reached for him, the same question in my eyes that had been in his a few minutes ago. He nodded slowly, leaning forward so I could trace my hands along the hard ridges of muscle that layered his torso. He didn’t need to flex or so off like many of the other boys might have done, I suspected. Will just waited patiently while I explored, flinching only once when I touched his shoulder where he’d been hurt a while back.
“Sorry,” I murmured as he reached down and flicked the button on my jeans. “It still hurts?”
“Sometimes,” was the only answer he offered, intent on peeling the denim from my skin one inch at a time.
Will leaned forward, licking the insides of my thighs. Warmth, then coolness hit my skin as he took my panties with my jeans to my ankles and wiggled them over my feet. “Take your bra off.”
I stared. “What, you don’t have magic hands for that too?” I challenged him.
His wicked grin was my answer as he pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. Then his tongue was on my flesh, and I didn't fight him any longer. The only problem I had was trying to concentrate while he ran his tongue along my skin until I moaned aloud. My head hung back as I arched, my hands trapped beneath me as I failed to work the clasp on my bra.
“That’s a view,” he muttered, his breath warm on my clit.
I shivered, pressing my hips up, and gushed a little.
“Christ, you are needy,” he hissed. Digging his fingers into my thighs as he dipped his head and sucked on my clit.
Warmth dropped onto my thighs and I knew it wasn’t from him. My cheeks blazed anew as I finally managed to unhook my bra and threw the offending garment as far as I could. What started life as a small cry ended as a heady scream when Will nipped my clit between his teeth and sucked at the same time.
That scream echoed around us, filtering down the mountainside as I bucked beneath him. Strong hands pinned me into a place where he refused to let me up until I screamed again, this time with his name on my lips.
“Please,” I was back to begging, but I no longer cared about the whys or anything else, needing him to stop torturing me. I spread my legs wider, sending him inside me and a moment later wrapped my thighs around his shoulders, aching for him to be closer. “Will, please–”
Two fingers thrust straight inside me and I came hard at the intrusion as he flicked my clit with the tongue fast and light. His fingers didn’t stop pumping either as I rode his hand. Bliss obliterated everything, the view, the ground beneath us, everything but his arms around me holding me to his body. Everything but his name on my lips, my need to call him to me, pull him deeper into me.
“Fuck,” he growled, his mouth slamming onto mine, glossy and wet and tasting like me.
I moaned as he pressed his cock between my legs, reaching for him. He knocked my hand away impatiently, leaning back to tear into a crinkly pack and rolled a condom onto his length. I watched him through hazy eyes. My legs spread wide and draped over his hips. Will fisted his hard length in one hand, stroking between my legs with his other.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asked, breathing hard. “Tell me, Cass.” His voice strained, but he asked and I knew if I hadn'tknown already, that would be the moment I loved him right then.
“If you walk away now, I'll stalk you for the rest of your life,” I joked faintly, running my fingers along the top of his thigh. “Please, will. I want this really badly. So much. A lot?—”
He leaned forward and pushed inside me.
A scream built at the back of my throat but he stole that too, slanting his mouth over mine as he settled his weight over me. I panted hard for a moment into his mouth, torn between moaning and a full emotional and sensory overwhelm.
“Fuck,” I whispered, clasping my hands around his shoulders, and holding on. My nails dug into his skin and even though I knew he’d hurt a little before, Will gave me no sign right now. “This is?—”
“Am I hurting you?” Will braced one forearm beside me, lifting his chest off mine.
I urged him back down. “Don’t you dare go anywhere. I need you right here.” I squeezed my nails into his back, just a little, and he lowered his body back so we were chest to chest, sharing every breath.
