Bouquets and Buckles: An Age Gap, Snowed In, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge)
Bouquets and Buckles: Chapter 15

My body runs white hot, with a cascade of liquid pleasure flowing through my heavy limbs.

There’s a weight draped over my body, pinning me hard to the mattress, and as I stir, the scents of Lucas Rhodes and the soft cocoon of his sheets gradually come into sharper focus.

Followed by the glide of his tongue.

His hot mouth is on my pussy, working me, guiding me into yet another climax.

I don’t know when we finally drifted to sleep, but after a marathon of sex, he’s still not satisfied. Taking his time to lick and suck and drive me into a bank of rainbow clouds, flying somewhere high out of my body.

My fingers reach down and sink into his hair, holding him in place against my pussy, and a sigh of pleasure escapes into the darkness of his bedroom.

Fuck, this cowboy is my every fantasy and dirty fascination come to life. He’s so skilled with his tongue, building my coiled desire up before easing back and letting me sink even deeper into how fucking incredible this feels.

Luke isn’t doing this to try and get me off in a hurry like some guys I’ve been with in the past might do; he’s nestled himself between my thighs and seems like he’s intent on staying there.

“You’re gonna have me addicted, Mr. Rhodes.” My voice is raspy with sleep, and possibly after screaming his name over and over, as I roll my hips and tighten my fingers in his hair.

He grunts. A delicious, hungry noise, sucking and nibbling on my pussy lips. “Fuck… Christmas or not, today can fuck right off… neither of us are leaving this bed for the rest of the day.”

A moan gets dragged out of me when he doubles down and pushes his tongue inside. “Mmm. Oh god,” I whimper. Yes, please, I’ll gladly dissolve into orgasm after orgasm without coming up for air. If his mouth, fingers, or cock are involved, that’s more than enough to satisfy my needs.

“So pretty when your legs shake for me.” He speaks against my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I want him to keep circling with that perfect rhythm. I’m a swollen, slick mess after everything we’ve done since last night.

“Luke… I can’t… not again.” I moan, but the man is relentless.

“Be my perfect little slut and soak my face.” Those wicked words are followed by him sucking down on my clit, making my back bow up off the bed as my orgasm rushes in from where it has been hovering in the wings, waiting for my mind to wake up.

The intensity and suddenness surprises me, showcasing just how long he’s been playing with my body while I’ve been asleep. How insanely hot that is, how naughty, well, the sensation roars through my blood, and I’m making all sorts of wanton noises while chanting his name over and over.

If I wasn’t already dangerously close to falling head over heels for this man, I think he might have just sealed my fate.

How will I ever top this? How will I ever replace anything to compare to how good it feels, inexplicably so, with a cowboy twice my age?

Luke doesn’t stop, expertly flipping my body so that he can drive into me from behind. This time he fucks me fast, our bodies line up perfectly at this angle and he hits a spot deep inside that makes me feel delirious with pleasure. I’m spun out of my head entirely by his forceful thrusts, and powerful body braced over the top of me.

“Fuck, you’re the sweetest thing. Moaning my name and coming for me. You’re gonna have me addicted to your cunt.” His voice is hot at my ear, and it makes my climax drag out or keep building, I’m not sure which anymore. But all I know is that I’m tightening around him again, and he curses, feeling the way I can’t help but respond. To him, to his words, to the way he spears into me, to the dragging sensation of his thickness gliding in and out of my channel.

“God… Luke… “

“You want me to fuck you full, sweetheart? Have my cum dripping out of you?”

“Yes. Yes.” I dissolve under the weight of his filthiness.

His hand snakes around to replace my clit, and it only takes a couple of firm circles; that deft touch picks me up and washes me over the edge. Luke follows me. His hips falter, and his cock throbs and jerks deep inside my pussy as he grunts out his release.

It’s so fucking sexy hearing the way he falls apart above me, and even though my pulse races blindly with desire, I feel my heart melt more than a little.

His mouth roams across my shoulders in a sanity-stealing glide of wet kisses.

“Hell, you squeeze my cock like a dream.” Luke rumbles at my ear, not making any attempt to move. God, I can’t get over how incredible it feels to be filled by this man.

“How does a bath sound?”

Holy shit, did I just squeak out loud?

“So, that’s a yes?”

Reluctantly, we untangle ourselves, and I squirm around to face my cowboy, who leans over my body, caging me in with his impossibly broad arms.

“I forgot you have a bathtub. I miss having one since I moved out of home.” I peek up at him, still floating around somewhere on blissed-out waves. “Yes. A very enthusiastic yes, but on one condition.”

He brushes strands of hair away from my face and raises one eyebrow. A silent question.

“You have to join me, cowboy.”

Luke blows out a chuckle and drops his head against my chest. “I’m trying my damnedest to be giving you some rest, Skylar. Not trying to get inside you at every opportunity.”

“Can I be honest, and you promise not to laugh?” I just want to hold him here, pressed against me, weighing me down against the mattress.

His lips brush my collarbone as he speaks against my skin. “Anytime. You know me.”

I bite my lip. Trying to replace the courage to ask for what I want, when eventually, I just blurt it out. “I’m a cuddler… after sex… and since we’ve, well, you know a lot… it’s feeling extra intense for me right now.”

Luke nuzzles my neck and runs his nose down to my cleavage. “Sounds like a dream. A hot as fuck girl who can’t keep her hands off me. What’s not to get excited about in that scenario?”

I try not to give away with the look on my face or the immediate tension that fills my limbs, the number of guys—my asshole ex included—who would never give me that kind of simple affection afterward.

The man pinning me to the bed senses it all the same.

“Don’t even answer that question because I don’t need to spend the next hour talking myself out of going over there and sorting that piece of shit out.”

I can’t help but laugh. Luke picks me up off the bed, sets me on my feet, then herds me toward the bathroom, as if I’ve got any intention or interest in going anywhere else. Before long, we’re both soaking in divine steaming water, with him at my back and his big palms running soap leisurely over my arms, my stomach, and my breasts.

He’s not trying to start anything, but treats me to a constant stream of touches that make my bones dissolve with bliss.

At this point, I’m willfully ignoring the fact my heart has formed a little puddle of besotted happiness, too.