Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [80]
He had no fucking idea what was wrong with him.
He parked next to her car, noticing it wasn’t the only one left in the lot. He took her hand and helped her from the cab.
She surprised him with a kiss. “Can I just say that I really love how you always open my door? And walk me to my car?”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Her fingers toyed with the snaps on his shirt. “I can tell you’re antsy. My place is closer than yours. So since I have some say in tonight’s fun and games, can we play there? You could even keep your truck parked here, if you’re worried about someone seeing it parked in my drive.”
She was worried about his reputation? Right.
But he was too horny to care.
“Drive.”
Chapter Eighteen
Wally and Charo usually greeted her at the door no matter what time she rolled in, complaining loudly, and sniffing her shoes. Not tonight.
Ainsley flipped on the lamps in the living room. She shut the shades. She fought the need to tidy up—straighten the fleece blanket draped over the couch, gather the newspaper and mug on the coffee table. How could she be so nervous in her own house?
“Ainsley.”
She looked at him, definitely in Dom mode now, nonchalantly leaning against the wall. With that look in his eye. The man knew how to smolder. “Yes?”
“Come here.”
A mere twenty steps across the small space and she stood in front of him. More nervous than before.
Bennett ran his knuckles down her cheek. Then he cupped her chin and traced the outline of her lips with his thumb. “Put your mouth on me.”
Ainsley didn’t move. Didn’t think. He’d tell her exactly what he wanted her to do. And that was exactly what she wanted. After being in charge all day, she’d gladly let Bennett take charge of her.
His hand fell to his waist and he worked his belt buckle, his midnight-blue eyes remained locked on hers.
She lowered to the carpet. She unzipped his jeans and yanked the denim until the jeans were around his ankles. He’d gone commando. His cock bounced against his belly.
He threaded both his hands through her hair and brought her face to his groin. “Take all of me.”
Closing her eyes, she let Bennett guide her where he wanted. The wet tip of his cock brushed her lips. She opened her mouth wider, as the hard flesh slipped over her tongue. When the cockhead bumped into her soft palate, she fought the gag reflex until she took his entire length.
He held her head in place and said, “Swallow.”
Her throat muscles constricted around the head and he groaned.
“Again.”
Ainsley exhaled and swallowed twice in rapid succession.
“Christ that’s good. Enough.” Bennett slowly eased back. “Suck me hard.”
Her hands clamped onto his butt cheeks to bring his body closer. His balls bumped her chin. Then she started to suck.
Bennett broke that tight suction each time as he pulled back until the rim of his cock scraped against her teeth. He permitted her to moisten her lips before he slid his shaft in, again lodging his cock in her throat. “Ah, fuck. I could watch you all night. You’re hot as fire on your knees with my dick filling your mouth.”
She looked up at him. Not feeling passive, but powerful.
“So pretty.” His fingers lovingly mapped every plane and angle of her face. “So obedient. Make me come, angel.” He kept his hands on her cheeks as he pumped in and out of her mouth with short, fast jabs.
Ainsley worked the tip, flicking her tongue beneath the head as she sucked in opposition to his thrusts.
His hands tightened, his breath quickened and he made a guttural sound as he came in hot spurts.
A haze of satisfaction coursed through her as she swallowed. She kept tonguing and sucking until he squeezed her jaw, forcing her to