Page 45 of Riding the Line (Willow Ridge #2)

And I mean it. My blood boils thinking about how many beautiful moments of Cherry Hensley coming undone have been missed.

The world has been starved of how heavenly her whimpers sound as I unravel her with my fingers, how the sight of her body writhing is something that should be saved for salvation, enough to force you to your knees.

‘God, Duke. Please, now ,’ she breathes out, but furrows her brow when I pull my finger out from her.

I hold it up before she can complain, suggesting, ‘How about we invite Jack to play with us too?’

Cherry watches as I round the bar and reach for a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, her lips popping open as I unscrew the cap and hover the bottle over her naked body.

A wicked smile appears as she nods, and I don’t hesitate to pour a line of whiskey over her body, dropping my lips to lick it off her skin quickly.

With a gasp, Cherry’s body arches up to meet my mouth, her breathing quickening the longer my tongue trails over her stomach and chest, lapping up every last drop.

I flick my tongue across one of her nipples, making her shiver.

‘Fuck, Duke,’ she moans when I pour more onto her.

This time, I drag my lips down her body, sucking up the whiskey until my mouth reaches her clit, and I drop the bottle to the bar so I can thrust two fingers into her.

‘Oh my God!’ she cries out.

The mix of whiskey and Cherry’s arousal in my mouth is even better than every time I’ve dreamed of this scenario.

I might have said I was going to take my time with Cherry when I fucked her, but that never meant I was going to be slow and lazy with it.

It meant I was going to take all night. It meant I was going to devour her over and over, keep her coming until she can’t take any more, no matter how long that takes.

The one thing I won’t be doing, is wasting my time with her.

So, I pump my fingers into her, keeping up a quick pace as I flick my tongue across her clit, sucking every now and again because I love the way her hips buck up into me when I do.

Every sweet whimper that leaves her lips only makes me harder, a melody of moans and gasps that I want to play on repeat.

The taste of her has me grinding myself against the bar, just to relieve the ache from how much I want her.

Cherry’s nails clamber at my shoulders as she tries to anchor herself amidst the pleasure, and I pray to God that they leave a mark, so I can get the scratches tattooed on me, never letting me forget this glorious moment.

‘Duke, I …’ Cherry breathes out, face scrunching in concentration. Her teeth clamp down hard on her lip, but it doesn’t stop the whimpering breaths racing out of her.

Feeling her muscles begin to tense around me, her nails digging into my shoulders, I press my arm over her lower stomach, adding more pressure as I increase the speed of my fingers and tongue.

She gasps as her legs begin to shake. ‘Yes—oh, God, Duke—’

And then she’s arching up into me, pussy fluttering around my fingers to the sound of her calling out my name. I hold her against the bar top to allow me to lap up the remains of her orgasm, getting my fill of the taste of her while she comes down from the high.

Cherry’s pants echo through the bar as I help her up, cradling her flushed, shining face in my hands while I whisper to her between kisses, ‘You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Cherry.’

Lips popping, Cherry pushes me back and hops off the bar, her fingers going straight to my belt buckle. ‘You know, I always imagined that one night I’d just admit how I felt and get on my knees for you and—’

‘Cherry.’ I filter my fingers through her hair, cradling the back of her neck. ‘Get on the floor now and show me.’ When I let her go, I swipe one of the towels off the side to lay down on the floor. I tell her, ‘For your knees.’

‘A gentleman and a freak. I love it.’ She giggles, licking her lips afterwards.

The word love hovers in my mind again, my heart stuttering for a beat, but then I’m quickly distracted by Cherry’s hands pushing my shirt off my shoulders and her lips connecting with my chest. My shirt drops to the floor, letting her explore my tattoos, peppering them with kisses, and occasionally running her tongue along my skin.

‘Don’t waste all your lipstick, baby,’ I whisper, the words already slightly mumbled as the hot press of her lips electrifies my body, the blood beginning to rush in my ears, drowning out the sound of the music playing. Everything becomes just me and Cherry. Exactly how it should be.

Cherry slowly falls to her knees, dragging her nails down my stomach, leaving fire in their wake, until she reaches my belt. She makes quick work of unbuckling it, pressing her palm against my length as she does. I stagger back with a groan, holding myself up with my arms against the bar behind me.

But what happens next is what might just kill me.

Cherry pushes my jeans and underwear down in one move, my hard cock springing free right in front of her beautiful face.

Her eyes widen, mouth dropping open. Gaze locked on my cock, Cherry licks her lips, then tentatively wraps her slender fingers around the shaft, bringing the head to her lips so she can lick off the bead of moisture already gathered there. My eyes roll back with a groan.

‘Jesus, Duke. I forgot how massive you are.’

Fuck, this actually might be the death of me.

R.I.P. Duke Bennett – died doing what he loved, watching Cherry Hensley lick his cock.

‘If you keep saying things like that I’m gonna finish before it’s even in your mouth.’ I cup her jaw shakily, angling her head up to me. ‘Just take it slow.’

‘Yes, boss.’ She giggles. I’m about to tell her off for calling me boss , but then I’m inhaling sharply as she licks a stripe up the shaft of my cock and swirls her tongue around the head. My muscles tighten, pressure already building at the base of my spine.

‘Fuck,’ I groan out when she proceeds to wrap her red lips around the tip, taking a couple of inches into her mouth slowly as she sucks, her tongue running up the shaft when she pulls back.

My hand sifts through her hair, twisting it around my palm to keep it out of the way, following the bob of her head as she continues sucking me leisurely.

When she pulls back, there’s a smearing of her red lipstick along my shaft, as well as around her lips, and the sight has me ready to blow. I think I’m going to have to accept this isn’t going to last long.

‘Is that good?’ she asks, big eyes blinking up at me.

‘Fucking perfect,’ I admit. ‘ You’re fucking perfect. Keep going. And keep those pretty eyes on me, baby.’

Cherry obeys, staring up at me as she gives my cock another lick up its length, before taking it in her mouth again.

My legs twitch each time she reaches the tip, flicking her tongue against it.

Picking up her pace, Cherry begins taking more and more of my cock, humming as she does, like she’s enjoying this as much as me.

The vibrations of it skitter through my body, lighting up every nerve.

I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, with the fucking wondrous sight of Cherry Hensley staring up at me, eyes watering a little as she takes my cock far enough to hit the back of her throat, making her choke a little.

‘Fuck, baby, you’re doing so well. Taking as much of my cock as you can into that pretty mouth of yours. Getting it nice and wet and ready for me to fuck you with it. Such a good girl.’

I can’t help but groan out again, not holding back as she continues to take my cock deeper and deeper each time, now adding the pump of her hand to the mix.

I’m lost in the sound of it all – her satisfied humming, the occasional choke, the wet noises from her saliva coating my cock, and my own moaning.

It’s just about enough to cover the sound of the locks clicking, but not enough for when Sawyer’s voice interrupts us, shouting, ‘What the hell are you doing?’