Braving The Storm: An Age Gap, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge Book 2)
Braving The Storm: Chapter 21

“Let me teach you. All the things you want to know… let me give you that.”

Fuck, what am I doing, what am I suggesting here?

I’ve never been one to hold back when it comes to sex, and I’ve never repeated women, but this girl, this beautiful creature, feels so delicate in my arms. She feels like a hundred goddamn prizewinning podiums and buckles rolled into one. Something precious. Something worth treasuring.

Like the softest glide of delicate silk, her cunt is warm and wet and unbelievably responsive beneath my touch. The insane need to have her and taste every inch of her is unfiltered gasoline funneled straight into my veins. Fueling the obsession for all things Briar that I can’t keep denying, but I’m supposed to. I’m not supposed to give into all the ways I want her over and over and over.

“Oh fuck. I can’t think—you make it impossible to think.” She pants against my mouth, but her hips keep moving, grinding into my palm cupping her sex.

“Then don’t. Just say yes to this. Forget about anything else and let yourself be taken care of.” My teeth catch her bottom lip, and I tug gently, drawing the sweetest little horny noise out of the girl trapped in my hold. I feel it in the vibration beneath my fingers wrapped around her slender throat. I feel it in the way her pussy gets wetter the longer we do this dance.

“You’re crazy. This is insane.”

That’s not a no. I can work with that.

“We’re going inside.” Reluctantly, I drag my hand from her panties, but there’s no way I’m moving from this spot until she realizes just how much her body wants and needs this.

“See how perfect and sexy and sweet you are.” I bring my hand up and push the fingers coated in her arousal past those lips, and the way Briar moans softly—I nearly fucking die at the plush sensation of her mouth—the sound heading straight to my aching cock.

I’m hard as steel. My dick straight up demanding for me to strip her naked and just fuck right here, hanging halfway out the open door of my truck. Wanting nothing more than to hear her cries ricocheting off the pine trees surrounding us.

Perhaps that’s a fantasy to bring to life another time.

Right now, I’m eating up the tentative way her tongue works over me. Fucking hell, she runs the most gentle, exploratory laps, brushing over my fingertips, tasting herself there.

“Can you walk? Or do I need to throw you over my shoulder, little thorn?”

She makes a tiny noise of protest despite me pressing gently on her tongue.

“Well, you’re leaning all over me like one of the horses. Thought I’d better check you’ve still got use of your legs.” Pressing my mouth against her ear, I’m fully addicted to the little shivers of pleasure rolling through her.

I want to kiss her again, to seal our mouths together and soak up every last drop of those delicious simpering noises she makes. I want my mouth on her warm, soft cunt. Goddamn, I just want to taste and lick and bite down on every inch of smooth, delicate flesh until it’s impossible to ignore the fact she’s been thoroughly marked as mine.

That sensual, heady noise is followed by a barely there sound of protest when I slip my fingers from her mouth.

“I can walk.” She breathes, sounding dreamy as fuck.

A feverish need washes through me as I untangle myself from Briar and usher her with a gentle touch against her lower back to walk ahead into the cabin. The whole time my stare fixates on the curve and slope of her thighs below the place where my jacket skims over her ass because, at least in this moment, I can openly stare at this girl. Before getting through the door, she peeks back at me over her shoulder, looking every inch a curvaceous package of temptation.

Crowding inside leads to assisting her with the act of shedding jackets and boots and layers that I’m impatient to get rid of before I point in the direction of the couch. “Sit there.” Briar seems to be in enough of a daze that she follows my instructions without any further protest. The last fucking thing I want to do right now is slow things down when my heart is thundering like a stampede inside my chest, but I have to light the fireplace, and while I do so, she eats up my every movement with an openness that feels electric beneath my skin.

Maybe she’s been hiding just how much she wants to look my way without restraint, much as I’ve been trying, and failing to do, when it comes to her.

At least this way, it gives both of us a moment to get things straight, or at least for me to ask the sorts of questions I should be asking. All of it is most definitely the sort of shit an uncle shouldn’t be daring to think, or breathe out loud, but fuck there’s no way I can resist Briar anymore. Seeing as I’m destined for hell, I’d rather pack my bags, knowing I’ve had her consent along the way.

Once the flames are dancing, casting shadows and flickering orange light around the room, I turn toward the sight of my undeniable obsession. The girl I potentially spell ruin for.

Briar has her feet tucked beneath her, jeans still unbuttoned, settled loose over her hips, and she looks my way from behind her thick curtain of dark lashes.

Staying crouched on my haunches in front of her, I rub a thumb over my jaw. The scent of her still lingers on my skin, and fuck, if that doesn’t make it damn near impossible not to pounce on her. I want her cum on my tongue. I want her velvety cunt swallowing my cock. I want to feel her squeeze the life out of me when she comes and begs and moans my name.

“Tell me what you enjoy the most.”

Her dark eyes widen. “I—I don’t really know.”

“Just think about it… You said it yourself: you’re good at taking care of things on your own. So, when you’re all alone, what do you use? A toy?”

Her flaming cheeks say it all.

My heart double bounces. The image of Briar spread out while I run a vibrator over her soaked pussy evaporates anything else from my mind real fast. “Have you got it here with you?” God damn. I nearly choke on my own words.

“I want to die of embarrassment right now.” Her teeth sink into that lower lip I want to suck down on again and feel how it makes her tremble.

“We’re just talking… I need to know.”

“You really don’t. We shouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

“What was all that outside about getting experience from someone you can trust?” I cock my head to one side, unashamedly looking my fill. This girl had better get it straight in her mind that I’m not going to give in.

She wants this; she’s just too afraid of something or someone to admit it and reach out for what she desires.

Briar buries her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I said that,” she mutters into her fingers, voice muffled. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this… that we’re talking about this.”

I use that opportunity while her face is hidden to make my move, shifting across the couple of feet separating us, and it’s easy to position myself right in front of her. From here, knelt on the floor at the edge of the couch, I can easily glide my palms, smoothing over her thighs. She jolts, breath hitching, hands flying away from her face as I make contact.

“So you enjoy using a toy, that you may or may not have stashed in that carry-on of yours. Any hard limits?” Using my touch to guide her into position, Briar might be giving me a wary look through those eyes, but her body certainly knows what it wants. Good girl she is, her legs part, allowing me to settle between her knees. Exactly like having her perched on my lap in the truck, I can’t help but keep touching her, maintaining a slow rhythmic glide up and down the material hugging her thighs.

She gulps, watches me, and I give her time to catch her breath, not trying to rush things because this girl is skittish enough as it is. Eventually, Briar replaces an answer. “How do I know if I do have any, or what they even are?”

“What feels like an immediate no for you? And if you don’t know, that’s ok, you can always tell me when you come across one.”

Briar makes a soft noise and her hips twitch, chasing the movement of my palms when they skate higher towards where her button hangs open. “You say all this like there’s going to be more than one occasion this happens.”

She’s just pointed out the greatest irony of my life, because up until now, I’ve never wanted anyone more than once.

“Trust me, I already know, once I get the chance to taste you properly, one time won’t be enough, darlin’.”

That seems to have the desired effect because a shudder rolls through her frame, and her breathing quickens.

“Tell me this…” I’m so fucking gone for this girl. If she stops things, of course, I’d respect her wishes, but I might actually die if she does. Or my dick might fall off. “How about you tell me what turns you on? If you don’t know what your limits are, let’s start with what you know you want.”

Curling my fingers over the loosened waistband, I pause, giving her a heated look, a look filled with every filthy promise of how good this is going to feel, but one that requests permission all the same.

Like the perfect fucking dream girl she is, Briar lifts her hips up so I can tug her jeans down.

“I like… I like the idea of you doing whatever you want. For you to use me… and show me.” With a gasp, the words rush out, and her fingers claw the sofa.

She’s nervous, but at least has the courage to ask for what she wants.

Keeping things slow, I carefully work the material down her thighs, my eyes fixated on her face the whole time.

“You like the idea of giving up control?” Jesus. My blood pumps around my body, or what’s left of it that hasn’t already flowed to my groin at least.

Briar nods. Her eyes glaze over a little as I hold her ankle and press that sensitive spot, tugging the leg of her jeans off one side, then the other.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I drink all of Briar Lane in from this angle. From the pale pink socks extending up over her calves, where her black underwear peeks out beneath the hem of her sweater, to the tangle of dark curls bundled on top of her head.

“I don’t really know, but what I do know is that I like the way you are with me.” It’s so quiet, such a soft admission. “I want more of that, and I want it with you, even though it’s probably wrong to say that out loud. I don’t care when or where. It feels good—safe—if you have control.”

It’s my turn to swallow hard now because my brain is going to extremely bad places, thinking of exactly how I’d like to use my niece and show her things and use her pretty little holes in the way that will get her off over and over.

Christ.

This beautiful girl just admitted she’s got a free-use kink, and if I wasn’t already desperate to get my mouth on her, now I’m feral for her sweetness and submission.

My brain must have stalled for too long, because she buries her face in her hands again, peering down my way through her fingers.

“Oh god. That’s weird, isn’t it? Do people ask for that kind of thing? That’s something too weird, right?”

“No.” I shake my head and quickly place a kiss on the inside of her knee. “It’s fucking sexy. You’re the hottest goddamn thing, and here you go and hand me permission to make you come as many times as I want, whenever and wherever I want? You just reached inside my brain and brought all my fantasies to life.”

Briar looks at me with her mouth hanging open. “You like that, too?”

“If it involves you coming…” My fingers curl to hook the waistband of her panties.

That’s when Briar starts to squirm. Her hands push at my shoulders in protest. “Wait… I haven’t showered, I… I haven’t shaved…”

Those words do something to me. Drawing a deep, primal noise from my chest.

“You think I don’t want all of you? I want all of that, exactly you as you are. If we’re gonna do this, I need you to understand what it’s like to have someone who wants you, no matter when, or where, or how.”

Briar sucks in a sharp breath as I continue to inch her panties down, revealing the soft swell of her stomach, her curves, and her delicate skin that I want to spend an entire day mapping and learning.

“Darlin’, if there’s anything you ever need to know about the type of man I am… is that I’m over here, goddamn desperate for you, without question. You’re saying that you give me permission for this body to be mine anytime I want, then believe me when I say that comes without any of the sorts of conditions or bullshit excuses pricks you’ve been with in the past might have used with you.”

Fuck this. There’s no way this girl is going to hide from me. Moving with purpose now, I work the fabric past her hips, and the shadow of her pussy starts to reveal itself. She’s fucking perfect. Everything I’ve already had the pleasure of exploring with my fingers is now presented for me, and my mind is already three steps ahead, anticipating the first heated slide of my mouth over her.

“I’m not them, Briar, and when I tell you that, you best believe I’m gonna have you falling apart on my tongue any time of the day, or night.”

“What if I’m not good at this?”

When I drag her damp panties off her legs completely, I shove them in my back pocket and glance up. Hovering my mouth over her, savoring every shaky breath and quiver this girl is giving me, I plant a slow kiss over her pussy. The whole time, I keep her trapped in my gaze.

“There’s nothing you need to do but enjoy this, so put your hands on my head, and I want to hear how loud you can be for me.”

Briar’s little noise is part protest, part whimper, and it’s so fucking sexy.

“I’m not supposed to feel this way… like I need to touch you, but I want to, all the time.” She admits. Hesitating for just a moment, before those tentative fingers thread into my hair, pushing the strands back off my forehead, and it damn near makes me groan.

I blow gently over her pussy, glistening and flushed with her arousal.

“Put your hands on me whenever you want, darlin’. Because I sure as hell won’t be keeping mine to myself.”

I’m done talking. The scent of Briar, turned on and drenched, is my undoing. My mouth closes over her, and she’s sweeter than I ever imagined. Her hips shift upward as her back bows, pretty painted fingernails sink tighter into my hair, and she melts beneath me. Her immediate moan is music and fucking poetry to my ears.

Maybe another time, I’ll tease her and edge her and show every inch of this perfect little cunt the sort of slow, sensual attention it deserves. But for now, I’m desperate to have her coming apart, to know how she feels when she shatters on my tongue for the first time, and besides, there’s a whole night stretching out ahead of us. Most of which I intend to spend wedged between her thighs.

“Oh god. Storm.”

Well, fuck. Hearing her whimper and gasp my name is the type of pleasurable torture I could only hope for. Stiffening my tongue, I work her clit and drag more and more and more out of her. She’s panting, whining, damn near riding my face from below as her fingers tug on my hair. How responsive Briar is, well, that’s gonna be the fucking end of me.

If I wasn’t already far too hung up on this girl that isn’t supposed to be mine, then her pleading words, her shaking thighs wrapped around my head, just sealed my fate.

There’s absolutely no way I’m gonna be able to stop. She’s told me she wants me to have her anywhere and anytime I like. Perhaps I’ll do my worst just to keep her.

Adding two fingers, I use them to pump in and out, curling up inside her channel until she’s whining and gasping.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Briar chants, her hips moving in time with the hard swirl of my tongue as she tenses up beneath me. “I’m—oh fuck—I’m—”

As she clamps down rhythmically, I pull my fingers back a little, and there’s a flood of wetness that gushes over me as she falls apart. Briar can’t stop shaking and clinging to my head. That addictive, sweet scent, her cum, her slickness all drowns me, and I can’t help the dark groan that leaves my chest.

Holy fuck, this girl.

“What… sorry… oh my god… that’s never… I’ve never… I’m so sorry.” She’s trying to get away from me and pulls my hair in an effort to escape my mouth coated in her release.

My palms clamp her hips in place, and I nip her wet inner thigh. Not a hard bite, but enough to get her attention and stop the spiral she’s disappearing on.

“You’re a squirter, darlin’.” I run my tongue over the sting. “That’s so fucking hot, you have no idea. I can’t wait to see how many times in a row I can make you scream my name and soak my face.”

“I want this couch to swallow me up. I’m so sorry.”

That draws a growl from somewhere deep in my gut. My cock is painfully hard, leaking in my pants, and I’m trying not to think of ways I can track down the pathetic limp-dicks who have made this girl feel like she doesn’t deserve to enjoy unrestrained pleasure.

I loosen the top few buttons on my shirt, then drag it over my head, and swoop over her. Briar’s dark eyes go wide as I shove one knee between her legs on the edge of the couch, plant one hand beside her head, and, with my other hand, wrap my fingers around the front of her throat.

I don’t stop. I don’t pause. I take her mouth and kiss the fuck out of her, thrusting my tongue past her lips, eating up every single tiny noise she makes for me as I do so.

My fingers squeeze a little tighter as I force her to fully taste herself on my lips and tongue, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse beneath my fingertips.

When I pull back, she’s panting. Starry-eyed, with kiss-bitten lips and looking exactly how my girl needs to look all day long.

She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and I know without a doubt she’s tasting herself there. I see it in the way her pupils blow out, the way she’s already flushed from her climax, but is eager for more.

“See how good you taste. See how goddamn feral you make me. Now, tell me…” I put a little more pressure around her throat, admiring the way my name tattooed on my fingers sits so perfectly against her neck. “Does that make you want to fuck, darlin’?”