Page 19 of Backup Cowboy
Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer as our lips crash together with days of pent-up tension finally breaking free. No festival. No llama. Just us.
My tongue touches hers, setting off a fierce, electric hunger inside me. The kiss is anything but gentle, like we're trying to make up for lost time. Her breath hitches when I cup her face, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as she melts against me. My hands tangle in her hair as her leg slides between mine. Her thigh presses high, right against me, and I grind down helplessly, chasing the friction. The drag of her leg against my jeans makes me see stars.
My next words are a low growl. “I only have fifteen minutes before I have to head to the stages with Nash.”
“Shut up and keep kissing me, then.”
Her hair fans across the cushion, brushing my cheek as I lower myself over her. Outside, the Texas night stretches quiet and wide, cicadas buzzing faintly through the open window. The couch is our sanctuary, our bodies entwined as our tongues slick together.
When I gently suck on her tongue, she pushes into me, her pussy hot against my swollen dick. My hand slides under the edge of her tank. “Is this okay?” My question is raw, the need to take care of her pulsing hotter than my body’s need for release.
“Mhmm.”
My hand slides up her her soft belly, tracing the underside of her full breasts. No bra. My thumb moves to her semi-hardened nipple, tracing it so softly that there’s barely contact. Her nipple pebbles instantly, her kiss more urgent as I lean down and lick her smooth, full skin.
I trail lower, dragging my mouth in a slow line down her abdomen. With each lick, her body tightens against me, and when my tongue traces her belly button, her breath hitches.
“You wet for me, gorgeous? Is that sweet pussy begging to be touched?”
A blush blooms on both cheeks as she whispers, “Yes... please don’t… stop.”
“Not a chance in hell I’ll do that.” Every logical thought abandons me. There's only her warmth, her scent, the way she fits perfectly against me. “I want to eat you, Alex. I want to slide my tongue up and down your naked center until your sweet clit begs to come play.”
Her hips thrust toward me, so I edge her leggings down. Her bikinis ride low on her hips, the cotton soaked through with proof of how bad she wants me. Her thighs tremble against my palms, the heat of her skin searing into me as I hold her steady. The couch cushion dips beneath my weight, tipping her hipstoward me until one of her legs dangles off the edge, toes barely brushing the floor.
My thumbs make slow circles into her soft skin, holding her steady as she surrenders beneath me. “That’s it, Boots. Let go.” My fingers push beneath the lace, stroking her heat as I growl against her skin. “So wet, darlin’. You been waiting for me to taste you?”
Her panties are in the way, so I tug them aside. Damn. The sight of her makes my chest clench in a tangle of reverence and hunger. I do as promised and run my tongue up her liquid heat, my dick straining.
“Sweetest damn thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.” The world’s waiting outside that door: music, lights, my obligations. But I can’t walk away from this yet.
I bury my tongue deeper, her taste coating my tongue, her scent sharp and sweet. The air between us thickens with it, dizzying, primal. Her heel drags across my back, bunching my shirt, as her fingers search blindly above her head until they find the armrest. She grips tight, anchoring herself as I lick and suck.
Some throw pillows tumble to the floor as she writhes, one hand clutching the couch’s edge, the other knotting in my hair. The muted thump of them hitting the area rug barely registers under the louder sound of her breathless cries. She guides me with a pressure that makes my chest ache with want and my dick so hard it weeps for attention.
There’s no time for me. It nearly tears me in half to ignore the ache in my jeans, but nothing matters more than wringing pleasure from Alex and showing her how great we will be together in bed.
“I’m close, Caspian.” Sweat beads along her collarbone, catching the half-light as it slides down the valley of her exposed breasts.
Her back arches off the firm cushions, her hips rising to meet my mouth. My shoulders press her thighs wider against the leather while my thumbs make slow circles into her soft skin, holding her steady as she surrenders beneath me.
She cries out, her hair spilling wild as the sound breaks against the walls of the room. It’s possible the whole damn building hears, but I don’t care. I hold her there, lapping and sucking, determined to take her apart piece by piece until she finally comes undone in my hands.
I drink down every shudder and cry, only pulling back when she collapses boneless against the cushions. I ease away, chest heaving, her taste still slick on my lips as I force myself to let go. I savor the sight of her undone beneath me, searing it into memory before I find the strength to stand.
Alex lies on the couch, flushed and spent, as I send her a wink. “Until next time, Boots.”
Chapter 10
Caspian
“Hi, Sammie.”
Alex hugs the rising star as she steps out of her tour bus. At just twenty-one, her breakout hit “The Summer Before” was a social media sensation. With three recent back-to-back hits under her belt, she was the last artist added to the festival line-up and will be a big draw.
I talk with the singer’s road manager, pointing him in the direction of Cal, who’s the artist liaison, and check these three tour buses off the list.
Alex’s assistant, Bree, leans over. “Thanks for the save. She was only supposed to have one tour bus.”