Bouquets and Buckles: An Age Gap, Snowed In, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge)
Bouquets and Buckles: Chapter 13

My brain and body are strung out like a row of festoon lights, dangling somewhere between two different dimensions.

The cowboy between my thighs has a wicked tongue, and not just when it comes to his powers of dirty talk. He knows exactly how to unravel me and have my pussy crying out for him within seconds.

“Look at you, sweetheart. Dripping wet and a filthy little temptation lying here with these thighs wrapped round my head.”

Luke’s words are spoken right above my clit, and as he blows on the tiniest pair of panties I’ve ever dared to wear, my core clenches. I want him so badly. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by this man, even if it’s only one time. I mean, I might cry if it’s only tonight, but at least I’ve already had a sinful preview of how hard Lucas Rhodes can make me come.

Tonight feels like we’ve been able to suspend time and all the normal rules. So maybe, just maybe, this can go beyond the moment when this night officially ends.

“Please…” I murmur, gazing at him from beneath my eyelashes. Hoping with bated breath that he’s still invested in seeing this game through to the end.

“Still hungry for more?” As he runs his teeth across the fabric, they graze my pussy lips, and I swear there’s so much heat and possessiveness coming off him, it sends sparks straight to my swollen clit.

I push myself up so that I’m sitting and nod my agreement. Did he just lick me so masterfully that I’ve forgotten how to talk? Luke straightens but remains seated between my knees, watching me closely. There’s a sheen of me coating his stubbled beard and mouth that looks almost feral and makes my core clench. Eyes bouncing between my lips, my exposed tits, down to my skirt bunched around my waist, he’s sinfully gorgeous.

“If you’re hungry, then you can taste yourself first.” He stands and swipes up the previously discarded glass of whiskey, swirling a sip around, as his gaze feasts on me splayed out and panting.

Oh god. I know what’s coming next, and I’m such a slut for him. My mouth is already watering at the prospect.

Luke’s eyes glimmer in the soft lighting, and he leans over me with a silent command in that dark stare.

Open.

My lips part on a soft whimpering noise, and this time I stick out my tongue. He lets the mix of saliva, whiskey, and my arousal all fall onto my mouth, and it sets my body alight. Cover me in fairy lights, and I’d make the perfect slutty Christmas decoration for this cowboy to use all night long.

I don’t know how far this thing extends between us beyond physical desire and sex, but right now, I’m such a goner for him I don’t give a shit. All I want is this cowboy’s cock, I want him inside me, and I can’t think straight about anything beyond letting him do whatever he wants.

Somehow, I just know, this is going to be the best damn sex of my entire life.

“Still not satisfied, are you?” He nibbles and sucks on my bottom lip, letting our mouths slide together, with a heady concoction of the scent and taste of me intermingling with the alcohol. “Is the taste of your cum on my tongue not enough to tame that hunger?”

“Just a little bit more, please… can I have that?” As he draws back, I flutter my eyelashes—entirely out of my depth and probably drunk on this man’s cowboy pheromones alone—and reach out to rest my fingers over his belt. I’m hoping it comes across as sensual and confident, not like I’m so much younger and less experienced than him.

Luke makes a rough noise of approval in the back of his throat. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“If tonight is about wishes, then surely a little game wouldn’t hurt?” He doesn’t tell me no or shrug me off, and that’s all I need. It’s enough permission. I fumble with his buckle, then make quick work of his jeans. At least he’s not stopping me from this next part, and that makes my stomach swoop in anticipation.

Luke’s strong hands grip my thighs so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave me with bruises to show where he’s been. “Look at you. Making a mess all over my dining table, trying to tempt me into giving you what you came here looking for.”

Biting down on my lower lip, I make sure to stare up at him as I shove his briefs down and allow the weight of his cock to bob freely.

“Just a little fun? No one has to replace out.” I’m nearly climbing out of my skin with how hot this is, waiting for him to give me the opportunity to take this further. The power dynamic between us is so heady, and even though he’s in command, he’s letting me be the one to take the lead with how far we go from here.

“Our little secret.” He stares back at me with dark, glittering eyes before allowing his gaze to fall to the space between us.

I follow his silent command, as he instructs me to look my fill, and suck in a hum of pleasure at the sight I’ve been waiting for. Holy shit, my best friend’s father has a cock worthy of worshiping twenty-four-seven. His thick length bobs between us. Veined and long and with a glistening bead at the head that makes my mouth water.

“I just want to show you… to let you know how good you made me feel.” I wrap my fingers around him and stroke from root to tip. Loving the velvety feel and the way his dick swells in response to my touch. “Let me show you what you do to me.”

He’s so big, and we’re already locked together here on the edge of the counter, that I guide him toward my slit easily. With one hand, I hook the lace to one side, and with the other, I stroke his tip through my slickness.

“Mmmmfuck, you’re drenched. Who’s all this for?” His chin dips, and our foreheads almost touch as we both watch the sight of where I repeat the motion over and over, dragging him through my pussy lips and up to circle over my clit.

“All for you.”

A rumbling, sexy as fuck sound fills the air, leaving me shuddering with desire.

“So fucking wet. You’re gonna have to be very careful… keep on doing that, and it might just slip in.”

God. My entire core clenches. It’s so naughty, so wrong, and the fact he’s willingly playing this game with me is so hot I can hardly breathe.

“It’s ok if it’s only a little bit, isn’t it? Especially if it’s just our secret.” My pulse thuds harder as I push the fat head of him down and notch him at my entrance. “No one needs to know. Just the tip.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to get us in so much trouble,” Luke grunts, spreading my thighs as wide as they can go. Allowing us to both see the evidence of this forbidden moment. Him coated in the sheen of my arousal and pressed up against the spot where it would take next to nothing for him to shove all the way inside.

“It’s only this much. We can just play like this.” I moan as I hold him tight against me, and he pushes forward just a fraction, fitting the broad head against my entrance.

“This pussy is so fucking greedy. You say you only want the tip, but really you’re being a little tease, trying to tempt me deeper already.” Luke’s hips pulse, allowing his head to pulse in and out, thrusting agonizingly slow, so that barely an inch dips inside before he pulls back. I wedge my fingers there in a V shape to help guide him in place, to encourage just a fraction more of him to press inside my channel. The whole thing becomes even more erotic as each tiny movement is accompanied by a slick sound. One that proves exactly how soaking wet I am.

“It doesn’t count if it’s just this.” My breathing picks up pace because, holy fuck, this man’s cock is so insanely good. The feel of him stretching me is wiping my brain of any thoughts.

All I want is to lose myself in this man.

Luke shifts forward and then holds steady, his dick pushes inside, edging a little further, and I’m so close to begging him to slam all the way home. My pussy walls flutter and clench around him, and a dark noise leaves his chest.

My cowboy lifts one hand and pinches my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You let me inside this pussy raw, and I’m going to have you stretched around my cock and leaking cum for as long as that snow sticks to the ground.” He searches my gaze, eyes flickering between mine. “All games aside, better decide right now if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, god, I want that… more than you know.” Yes, please, and thank you very fucking much. The picture he just painted makes my blood heat and sing. “I’m on birth control; I’ve been tested recently, and always normally use protection,” I add hastily, feeling a little out of breath. Silently praying that if this man has any lingering doubts about going all the way through with this… well… hopefully that might convince him to shove all the way in deep.

He studies me. Something unreadable in his expression, and his jaw flexes. “Well, I haven’t been with anyone without using a condom in… let’s just say a long time. If that’s enough for you to take me at my word, but I understand if it isn’t.”

God, he’s so fucking hot. Brooding and powerful, not to mention the fact he’s still fully clothed, while I’m in the sluttiest position where it feels even more filthy that I’ve got almost nothing on.

“Please, I need to feel you. I need you inside me.” My Christmas wish is coming wrapped up in a big ol’ bow of begging it would seem.

“You’re going to watch.” Luke guides my chin down, then hooks my thighs with both hands. All I can do is brace myself on my hands behind me as he manipulates my body into the exact position to sink deep. It’s the hottest and filthiest sight, seeing us joined in the most carnal way.

“Look at your pretty little pussy taking every inch. See how well you take me.”

We both stare, fixated on the place where his cock disappears into me. Where my body wraps and fits perfectly to stretch around all of him; with every mind-scrambling moment, he pushes forward on a long, wet glide.

“Luke…” I gasp. It’s so full. He’s everywhere, invading my body and mind on a level I’m not sure I’ll recover from.

I’ve spent so many years of my life admiring this rugged man from afar, never wanting to let on just how much I’ve adored him for as long as I can remember knowing him.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet. So slippery. It’s too good.” Luke grits his teeth before he bottoms out, and we both let out a groan of pleasure.

He holds there for a second. The darkness in his eyes is completely hypnotic. They’re black as the starless night outside, and as he pulls back, I bite down on my bottom lip.

Luke thrusts forward again, so commanding, so powerful, the force of him makes my breasts bounce, and the look on his face is entirely wild.

This man is going to turn my entire life on its head with this singular moment, I can feel it.

Sliding out again, I’m so slick and turned on, he draws back to just the tip. With a rough noise, his fingers grip my flesh and he thrusts home. Again and again.

“Holy fuck.” His voice is so gritty and sexy. I’m immediately lost in how insanely pleasurable it feels to be with him.

Not to mention how every single detail of this moment is unfathomably hot.

My best friend’s father pounds into me while I’m spread out on the dining table we’ve sat at for countless meals together. A place so familiar it might as well be my own kitchen.

Nothing will ever be the same after this, but I have no fucking regrets. This is everything I’ve wanted for so long and never thought could ever be a possibility.

“Oh god. Oh god.” As Luke keeps thrusting forward, tension starts to whirl and build, and pleasure starts to build from my toes like a whirlwind intent on sweeping me away.

“Jesus. You’re gripping me so tight. It’s too fucking good.”

“I’m so close.” The moan I let out is loud and desperate.

“You’re gonna let me inside you all night.” Strong fingers sink into my softness, holding me exactly where he wants me to keep hitting a spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Please. Please.”

“Where do you want me to come?” He grits his teeth. We’re both dangling on the edge as his thrusts start to get jerkier and sloppier, just how fucking good this feels consumes the two of us all at once.

“Inside.” I gasp, barely holding on.

“You want me to fill this pretty little cunt up?” Luke grinds out the words with each punishing thrust.

“Yes. Come inside me.” My words are hardly more than a whimper. “Oh god. I want to feel it.”

Letting out a dark noise, that’s when he seeks out my clit.

I simply dissolve. My pussy clamps down so hard I think I see stars and blank spots behind my eyelids as a powerful climax tears through me.

“Jesus. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna fill you over and over.”

Luke’s hips jerk in an unsteady rhythm, and as my orgasm is still rolling through, my pussy still rippling and gripping him, I feel it. The length of him swells, and he makes a rough noise, burying himself deep.

His cock throbs and spills inside me, and I’m pretty sure there are moans coming out of me at how good it feels.

Holy shit, the feeling of him unloading, pulsing inside is like nothing else.

Nothing is going to compare to this.

As we both remain there, joined together, panting and attempting to catch our breath, I suspect that I’ve just allowed part of my foolish little heart to stay right here when I leave this place.