Braving The Storm: An Age Gap, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge Book 2)
Braving The Storm: Chapter 34

Wetness coats my cheeks and my chin, providing the undeniable truth that I’m absolutely the mess he tells me I am.

“I bet you want to touch yourself so bad, knowing you haven’t got anything on … it would be so easy for you just to slip a finger in and get yourself off… you’re already slick and soaking, bet you can feel it dripping down.”

The porny sound I make around his cock doesn’t even sound like me, as all I can do is swallow around his tip and continue to beg with my eyes.

“Go on then. Make yourself come. You’ve already got a wet cunt, desperate for me to fill you up.” The relief is palpable as I lap my tongue and hollow my cheeks while diving one hand between my thighs.

“Rub your clit while you suck my cock, that’s it, darlin’… shatter for me.” Storm drives me out of my mind, with each word scalding me, coating me in a wicked blanket of attention and praise. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous on your knees, red lips wrapped around my dick.”

His filthy words and the heady delight of finally getting to touch myself all combine to toss me over the edge almost instantly.

As I whimper and convulse, Storm drags me off his length by my hair, openly devouring the way I must look an absolute mess, all for him. Except, when I stare back enraptured, with my mouth hanging wide, panting. Through glazed eyes, I struggle to focus, but don’t want to miss a single second of the way he watches my fingers, an urgent, desperate touch that keeps massaging my clit as I hunger for both my come down and more.

Storm devours every circling movement, giving me the kind of look that makes it feel as though I’m wearing a beautiful gown and we’re dancing together under the moonlight somewhere.

Not like I’m naked, kneeling on the floor, sloppy, and panting for his dick.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He lets go of my hair and uses a thumb to swipe at my damp cheeks, then over my messy lips and chin, thoughtfully pausing a long second to drag my bottom lip down. I’m not sure what comes next, except, he stops filming and pockets my phone. “You’re gonna let me fuck you in front of that mirror, just like I’ve wanted and craved and gone nearly damn insane for ever since I first laid eyes on you.”

From the sound that just burst out of me, I’ve just confirmed exactly how much that idea is my kind of heaven, too.

Strong palms lift me off my knees, and his mouth covers mine in a branding kiss that steals what last remaining pieces of sanity I have left. Somewhere in my mind, once upon a time, I thought guys would never want to kiss me after having them in my mouth. I’d been led to believe so many untruths about my body and myself, and one by one, he keeps dismantling those falsehoods, tossing them into the flames, allowing me to watch on as they burn to ash.

His fingers collar the front of my neck as his tongue slides against mine, and I simply melt. My hands run everywhere: over his chest, his arms, along his powerful shoulders and sides. I’m so hungry for this man, I just want to be his and let him take everything he wants, again and again.

He draws away from my mouth with an anguished noise, spinning my body with such force I’m left stumbling against his chest. What it does is position us both so that we’re standing, taking in our joint reflections. Behind me, Storm looks absolutely feral, and I’m starry-eyed, with mussed hair and a mouth that looks downright sinful. All my lipstick has worn off, but my lips are swollen and flushed to match my cheeks.

As we pause there, chests heaving, he snakes both hands around to cup my breasts, pinching and plucking at my nipples in that way, he does so expertly. They’re sensitive as a whisper into the night and agonizingly in need of his attention. So when he tortures them and squeezes my flesh, I simply sag against his torso with whimpering relief.

“Watch.” He orders, then fastens his mouth over my neck and damn near devours me all along that sensitive curve of flesh. The movement is a forceful pulse of need and savage wanting, leaving my body bowing and almost buckling beneath the weight of his mouth. Storm bites and sucks down on my pulse point, the point where my shoulder and throat meet, then back up to just below my ear.

The entire time, his blue eyes drill into mine, fearsome and potent and so sexy I can hardly breathe.

“I want to fill all your holes.” His lips replace my ear as his skilled touch continues to lavish my nipples with attention and tugs on my breasts. “You’d look so good stretched out for me, wouldn’t you?”

The question is downright wicked, leading me forward with an assurance as to what I’d like and what my body might enjoy when I truly have no idea. I’d barely gotten my head around someone truly desiring me enough to want to have sex with me. Now, he’s offering the kinds of pleasures I’ve only ever wondered about.

Yet, with him, I don’t even have to think twice.

I trust him.

Humming in agreement, I tilt my head further, giving greater access because this is, without a doubt, the only thing I need. Oxygen is irrelevant when the only sustenance I require is Stôrmand Lane’s mouth on my body.

One of those searing hot palms replaces the back of my neck, and he guides me to bend forward for him, bracing myself on my elbows—so close to the mirror my breath starts to fog the glass—then he glides that heated touch to drag along the curvature of my spine, until he reaches my ass.

“Wait right there. Don’t move.” He’s only gone for a brief moment, and even though my body is limp and heavy with pleasure, my mind sprints frantic laps around this entire ranch in the space of time it takes him to leave this bathroom and return.

This time, he’s fully naked.

He also has something in his fist, the sight of which makes my core clench.

My vibrator.

For a moment, as this man re-enters the room and closes the gap between us, he stands there, seemingly transfixed. Staring at the sight of me, bent over and all too eagerly exposed for him.

The scrutiny and intimacy of it all leaves me squirming.

“Storm—I—”

While he’s left me feeling nothing but confident in my body the entire time we’ve tumbled into whatever this thing is between us, right now, I’m very aware that my ass has stretch marks, my hips have silver lines streaking over them, my thighs are wobbly and dimpled, and he’s standing right there looking like he’s been carved from marble and should be displayed on a pedestal erected in the memory of the world’s most handsome cowboy to ever exist.

“Shhh, darlin’…” He grabs a handful of my ass, and drops down behind me. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to replay this moment. Do you know how messed up you had me?” His nose nudges along that track of soft flesh leading up from the back of my thigh. I feel the warmth of his breath, the slightest touch of metal from his nose ring. “Do you have any idea the filthy goddamn things I wanted to do to you from the second I saw you? This body has been the only thing I could think about, even when I shouldn’t have. Even when there wasn’t supposed to ever be anything between us, you had control over me.” Those words are chased by a wet glide of an exploring tongue and harsh scrape of stubble roaming up that most delicate, tender part on the inside of my thigh.

His hot exhale gusts over my skin as I shudder and whimper each time that beard scratches the sensitive spot so close to my pussy.

“So let me enjoy teasing you.” Lick. “Keep that cuff on so I can play with you anytime I like.” Kiss. “Give me every inch of your body to explore a thousand times, and it won’t ever be enough.”

Storm’s mouth closes over my pussy from behind, and I’m a mess of noises and sensations that ripple through my bloodstream. He dives into me, turning my entire world on its head as he does so.

“Oh, god.”

The control this man emits tugs me into a place where I can only succumb to sensation. The glass in front of my nose and mouth repeatedly fogs as my sharp exhales and whimpers react to his teasing.

As that familiar quiet buzzing noise starts up, he runs the wand up my inner thigh, until he replaces my clit.

I’m so gone, I don’t know whether I’m going to dissolve or evaporate. My body isn’t even mine any longer; it’s all his, and he knows it.

“This speed, hmmm?” he speaks against my core as I writhe and chase the way he drags the toy over me, then slips it inside my entrance, fucking me with it slowly. “You like that one, don’t you.”

It’s not even a question. He just knows.

Shudders roam through me, and sparks fly everywhere, as my toes curl against the floor and my fingers claw at the smooth, cool counter.

“Storm. Fuck. Please.”

He’s wicked, teasing me, building me higher and higher, but never quite allowing the pleasurable sensations to remain attentive in one place long enough to let me come.

Then his mouth moves at the same time as he roams the vibe back over to position it against my clit.

His tongue glides a hot, wet trail up my ass, and I let out a gasp mixed with a deep groan.

“Fuckohgodfuck.” All I can do is babble out a string of whimpers as he spreads me with one hand, swirling and licking and pressing his mouth against my hole, lighting up my body as those sensitive nerve endings come to life. I’ve never experienced anything approaching this, and he knows exactly how to keep me out of my head, or from tensing up, because the rippling vibration against my clit is spinning me entirely out of orbit.

With the firm but gentle press of his tongue into my ass, and the rhythm against my aching bud of nerves, he ensures I disintegrate for him. My climax rolls up from my toes, leaving me shaking and coming apart on a long wail.

I haven’t returned back down from wherever that orgasm just took me to when he’s right there behind me. His cock slides forward, pushing inside my pussy while I’m still clenching and rippling, and holy fuck, it feels so good to finally be full.

As he groans out the most delicious, rumbling noise I could repeatedly drink down, his heat and powerful body take over, shifting me and encouraging me with a firm hand to move up so that I’m on my elbows and my toes barely touch the floor, a position that arches my spine perfectly to let him drive in deep. One hand runs the vibrator across my tits, and I’m a whining, boneless mess of pleasure.

God, the deep, primal cursing grunt of satisfaction he lets out is a sound I’m never going to forget.

“These fucking tits.” He tortures my nipples over and over as he slowly thrusts in and out. “I’ve wanted to fuck them since that first night.”

“Please.” I want that, I want him, anything if it means more of this.

He moves the buzzing sensation away, back down to the wetness between my thighs, but instead of honing back in on my clit like I’m expecting him to, he shifts his weight back. With his free hand, he grips my ass cheek and spreads me wide once more.

I pulse around his length as he withdraws right to the tip and moves the vibe over my ass. The feeling back there, while his cock is inside me is unreal. My body shudders and shivers beneath him.

“That’s it, darlin’… enjoy the way that feels with your favorite toy teasing your sweet little ass. I just know you’d take me perfectly there. You’d love the full-body orgasm, and look so beautiful, shattering for me with my cock filling your tight little hole,” he murmurs hotly while thrusting in and out of my channel, and driving me insane with the vibrations rolling over my ring of sensitive nerve endings. Storm doesn’t try to press inside; he’s just resting it there, letting the unfamiliar sensation feel so damn good I’m entirely lost. “It’s nothing to feel worried about, baby, and we’d go as slow as you want.”

I’m pretty certain that I start pleading for him to just do it right here and now.

There’s no doubt in my mind, I want everything with him. It’s not just sex; it’s being with him, trusting him, and being cared for by him.

A groan leaves his chest, as we both feel the surge of this climax bearing down on us. My pussy squeezes, and I’m whimpering, begging.

“Jesus. Fuck. I can’t stop with you. I can’t ever fucking stop.” He tosses the toy, still buzzing into the handbasin, and wraps his big palms beneath my body. Storm drives into me so hard my hips bruise against the ledge of the counter, and my orgasm bursts, leaving me slumped as he holds me in position and pumps deep. His cock surging and unloading with a hot release buried inside my pussy.

He drapes over me, both our chests heaving, and fumbles to turn off the vibrator while covering my shoulders with wet kisses.

Can I still feel my legs? I’m not even sure.

I’m so blissed out, drowsy, and drifting somewhere far, far out of my body. Storm hums with delicious, rich noise.

“You’ve done so well… you can go to sleep, and I’ll stay inside you just like this.” He’s tempting me with such wickedness, yet he knows exactly how that lures me to succumb to his devious plans.

“I don’t think I could, with you playing with my nipples like that,” I mumble on a soft little breath as he groans and keeps shifting his hips, sounding so unbelievably sexy. Everything is hot, and our skin runs damp with sweat. His cum starts to drip out between us as Storm keeps on shifting at my back. Of course, he melts my brain even further when he reaches down to swipe up that slickness and rubs it over my nipples.

Our gazes lock in the mirror, and that filthy move leaves my eyes glazed over as a gentle moan drops past my lips. The smeared evidence of his mark across my chest still lingers in red lipstick, and my heart crawls to curl up in his hands.

His.