Dirty Player: A Rough Riders Novel by Stacey Lynn

It was too much—too much heat and too much friction as the rough wood at my back abraded my skin. 
    I squeezed my eyes closed and everything besides the feel of him and the way my body began to tighten and pulse disappeared.
    My thighs began to spasm on his shoulders as he held me pressed open. My fingers ached from clinging to the hook.
    “Quiet,” he muttered against me. “You’re so fucking delicious. I could eat you all day, but you’re going to come soon, aren’t you?”
    His fingers twisted inside me, pulled and pushed, pressed against the perfect spot, and I whimpered. 
    “Yes,” I moaned and bit my lip to stop from screaming like he’d warned me. “Yes, I am. Please…”
    “So fucking delicious.” He groaned before his mouth opened. And then the teasing was done.
    He didn’t just lick and taste me, he ate me.
    He devoured me, sucking on my clit and nibbling with his teeth. Pulling and feasting on me like he could never get enough.
    The onslaught of sensations was too much—his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth. The spasms hit my body out of nowhere and powerfully. My body shook from the pleasure, from the surprise of it. My orgasm coiled at my center and shot all the way to my toes and fingertips.
    I shouted his name as I convulsed around him. My thighs tried to close around him, but he didn’t stop feasting until he’d pulled every wild shudder and quiver straight through me.
    The horses neighed. The sound of one hitting its stall door surprised me and I yelped, pulling back and hitting my head against the wall.
    “Please, stop.” I gasped as his tongue began to draw slow, swirling circles on my clit. “Too much.”
    “You can go again. I can feel it.”
    I dropped my head then and glared down at him. We were both still clothed, the top of my peach cover-up bunched in his hand at my hip.
    I could barely see him. It didn’t matter.
    When he dipped his head again, eating me like he had all fucking day to keep me propped against a barn wall, he was absolutely right.
    It took moments before another climax hit me, this time deeper but slower, less dramatic but no less powerful.
    I chanted in a whisper, nonsensical sounds and gasps of his name and curse words repeated. Please, no, stop, too much, oh shit, fuck, yes, coming… They all fell from my lips without thought.
    Only ecstasy coursed through my body until he finally pulled back, adjusted my bottoms, and stood, pulling me into his arms.
    “My dick is so fucking hard for you right now,” he said as I draped my arms around his shoulders.
    I was listless in his arms, barely able to help hold myself around him as he took us out of the barn, pausing only to make sure he locked it behind us. My eyelids drooped, heavy from the pleasure he’d given me, and I was barely awake when he walked inside, kicked off his boots, and pulled mine off in his mudroom before he walked through the small house into a massive bedroom.
    He dropped me onto the bed, then whipped off my cover-up before I could blink and look around. 
    Then his shirt was gone, his shorts dropped to the floor.
    His hands went to my swimsuit and I squirmed enough to remove my top for him.
    “You okay for a little bit more?” he asked, already reaching into his nightstand, pulling out a condom, and covering his hard dick. “I can let you recover, but this is going to be fucking quick, I know it.”
    I laughed softly at his honesty, unable to help myself. Brushing hair out of my eyes, I grinned up at him, unashamed I was spread out naked before him.
    Standing in front of me was a man who could be carved out of marble and no one would know the difference. Every muscle in his chest and abs, his sides and his hips down to his thighs…everything I saw made drool pool in my mouth. Heat began to curl inside of me all over again.
    I spread my legs and reached for him as he bent over me, the bed shifting from the weight as he crawled onto it.
    “I’m good,” I said, my voice