Page 57 of Second Chance with the Rancher
She could feel him growing harder against her inner thigh and she ground down against him, desperate for some friction. He growled and bit her lip, breaking their kiss and scraping his teeth along her jaw and down her neck. The stubble along his jaw scratched her, but the burn was delicious and she wanted more. She wanted that burn elsewhere. Everywhere.
Gripping the side rails of the ladder, Mieka tipped her head back against the rungs as Nate bit and sucked on her neck. Her pussy spasmed with each swipe of his tongue and scrape of his teeth.
Parts of her body remembered being with him, even if her brain was still fuzzy on the whole thing.
She had no idea what this meant for the future, but at the moment, she wanted—nay needed—Nate Harris inside of her.
But the man seemed to have other ideas and sunk to his knees, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and taking them with him, along with her shoes. He didn’t even bother removing or shredding her panties and just pushed them to the side enough to get his tongue between her legs.
She nearly kneed him in the head.
Her fingers tightened on the sides of the ladder as Nate lapped at her center, swirled his tongue around her clit, and scraped his scruff along her inner thighs.
Yessssss.
Dear God, the man knew what he was doing.
He looped the backs of her thighs over his shoulders and settled better onto his knees, like he was aiming to get comfortable because he was going to be there awhile. But Mieka was already close. She’d been so revved up for days, just from Nate’s flirting, being around him and when he’d wiggled that finger at her, that her body was running full-speed ahead for an explosive orgasm.
He must have known that, too, based on the way she was churning her hips and pressing her pelvis against his face, because he pushed one finger, then two into her channel, curled them up, pressed gently on her G-spot and she exploded.
Fireworks and starbursts erupted behind her closed eyelids and her body shook with each wracking wave of pleasure. Pure bodily bliss radiated out from her core in warm, beautiful ribbons and as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t collect them all, and she knew she never would. Her toes curled and her fingers cramped from holding onto the side of the ladder so tightly. She had to let go with her left hand because of the cast, but Nate kept her propped up and in place.
She knew Nate would never let her fall.
As the aftershocks wore off and her soul slowly floated back to earth, Nate pulled his fingers free of her, gave a final swipe of his tongue up between the center of her pussy then sat back on his heels. “I didn’t expect that appetizer, but fuck, it was delicious. Your cat might be stubborn, but it’s damn tasty.”
She blinked her eyes open and tipped her head forward to look at him as a heat of embarrassment crept into her cheeks. The erection in his jeans pulled her eyes away from his face and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t look away. It was like a car crash or an eclipse. She knew it was wrong. That she shouldn’t be staring at it, but tell that to her eyeballs, her pussy and her body after that soul-altering orgasm.
“My eyes are up here, Minx,” he said with a laugh.
Now her face was going to burst into flames. She just knew it. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to find his penetrating one, full of cocky male bravado.
“That took way less time than last time. You were already wet for me and everything.” His face scrunched, and he tilted his head to the side. “Though, I think you were also wet last time, but you had whiskey clit, so …”
Goosebumps broke out over her legs, and that’s when she realized she was basically naked from the waist down. She still had her panties on, thank God, but they were pushed to the side, showing Nate everything.
He just had his face smashed against me. I don’t think he cares. Tell him to come back, I miss him already. Oh great, now her actual pussy was weighing in on the matter.
Even still. She adjusted her panties to cover herself better, then let go of the ladder and bent over to pick up her pants, but Nate grabbed them before she could, stood up and lifted them over his head so she couldn’t get them.
She glared at him, then plunked her hands on her hips. “Give me my jeans, please.”
“But we’re not done yet. I’ve only just gotten started, Minx. And in my opinion, you’re still wearing far too many clothes for what I want to do to you.”
Her belly did a flip and her pussy did a clench. What does he want to do? He can do whatever he wants. Cock, tongue, fingers. I want all of it.
“Shut the fuck up.”
His eyes widened.
“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “That wasn’t to you.”
“Then who the hell was it to?” he asked. “It’s only us here. Unless you have Triss on Bluetooth, then well, I’d prefer a heads up before I go down on you that we have an audience. I’m not against it if that’s your kink, but trust and transparency is key.”
Her eyes rolled. “It wasn’t to Triss. I have no Bluetooth. It was to … never mind. The voices in my head.”
More like the voice in your pants. And, you’re not actually wearing any pants right now, so …
