Wearing His Brand (Texas Cowboys Book 1) Page 5

  Lyssa’s head fell back, and her eyelids dipped. Her hands tentatively reached up to curve over the tops of his shoulders.

  Brand couldn’t believe he was finally here. Years spent lusting after the fiery-tempered woman nearly at an end.

  Staring into her green gaze, he was reminded of Mac. Of his tight face, when they’d thrown their arms around each other the moment before he’d boarded the plane. His gaze had bored into Brand’s as he’d asked him to take care of Lyssa.

  Mac sure as hell hadn’t meant it like this, but Brand couldn’t put her away from him—not now, when her sweet curves quivered beneath his palms.

  She wet her lips, her gaze clinging to his face.

  He let any last resistance go in a slow exhalation, while his hands smoothed up her back, one to cup the back of her head, the other to cradle her body closer to his chest.

  When he lowered his head, Lyssa murmured and rose on her toes, meeting his kiss. Her lips rubbed against his then suctioned softly, her tongue reaching out to stroke his bottom lip until he opened.

  Giving her the lead for now, he let her sweep inside, enjoying the press of her body against his as her breaths deepened. He loved the excited little noises escaping her mouth each time she broke the kiss to breathe.

  The warmth of her hair, the silky feel of her skin, the flavors exploding on his tongue—all built to a sexy culmination that had him ready to seize the reins. He backed her up to the bed, and then pushed her down onto the mattress, grabbing her ankles when she tried to scoot quickly to the center.

  Instead, he pulled her to the edge, draping her knees over the side, bracketing her thighs with his as he leaned over her to frame her face between his palms and deepen the kiss.

  She sighed into his mouth and reached up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull him to her, but he resisted, breaking the kiss to skim the edge of her jaw before gliding southward.

  He couldn’t resist the lure of her pretty little nipples, finding the first one quivering and erect. He stroked the tip, letting the point drag across his tongue before scooping up the entire areola and sucking hard.

  Lyssa’s back arched, lifting her belly and hips to press against him, so sweetly responsive he fought the urge to rip the silk protecting her sweet cunt to dive right in.

  He opened his mouth, rubbed his lips around the tip one more time, then moved to the other breast.

  Her hands threaded through his hair, and she tugged, trying to force him lower.

  Only because he hungered for the taste of her arousal, did he relent, kissing a path across her trembling belly and backing off the mattress to kneel beside her as he trailed lower.

  Soft nudges to her knees met no resistance as she opened eagerly for him, spreading her thighs and shifting her bottom closer to the edge.

  Brand moved between her legs, smoothing his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, and then skimming his fingertips from her knees upward toward the moist juncture. He paused just below the scrap of lace.

  “Let me take them off,” she whispered.

  He shook his head. “Not yet.” He didn’t trust himself. Needed the barrier there to remind him to take it slow and make sure she came along with him for the ride.

  “I don’t need this, Brand,” she said, her voice sounding thin and strained. “I’m there. I swear it.”

  Brand placed a kiss on one inner thigh and sank back on his haunches. “Sweetheart, this isn’t a race. It also isn’t about giving you everything you want.”

  She came halfway up, resting on her elbows. “Are you still playing games?”

  He gave her a hard look. “I don’t play games. You need to learn who’s in charge here.”

  “This is a mutual thing. I want something. You want something. Just get it the fuck on.”

  “It happens when I say. Not a second sooner.” At her outraged screech, Brand simply smiled.

  Then he bent close and pressed his tongue to the wet spot at the center of her silky black panties.

  Chapter Five

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  Torn between wanting to box him and needing another of those sexy licks, Lyssa moaned and rubbed her calves up and down his sides.

  His tongue scraped the silk, prodding through the fabric—delivering a teasing flutter that had her pussy tightening, trying to capture his elusive forays.

  When a finger glided along the edge of the elastic at her inner thigh, her breath caught. He slipped under it, tracing the corner where her thigh met her labia, then skimming over the plump outer lip, combing through her short curls before skimming down toward her back entrance—all the while continuing to prod and lick over the silk, wetting her through her underwear.

  Uncomfortable with his new direction, she pressed her feet against his thighs and lifted her bottom off the mattress, trying to evade, but he pressed deeper, tracing between her buttocks until he skimmed the little hole.

  She gasped, murmured a soft complaint, and dug her toes into his skin.

  He pulled his fingers from beneath her panties and skimmed his hands from her ankles, up her inner thighs. Then pressing gently to encourage her to open wider, he leaned into her to suction against her folds, gliding the fabric with his lips and tongue until the slight friction began to weave its magic.

  Her knees fell open, her back arched as she pressed her head deeper into the mattress and stared at the white ceiling above her.

  Any moment now, his tongue would glance against her clit, and she’d be spiraling toward heaven.

  His hands glided higher, finding the elastic of her panties. He leaned back to tug them down her legs, waiting as she lifted her hips so that he could pull them away.

  Then, she was completely naked, opening for him like a flower, lying pliant, boneless, her breaths shuddering as his hands spread her sex.

  His mouth descended again. This time, he touched her directly, finding the bud at the top of her folds, his fingers pulling up the hood to expose it to the cooler air and the hot flick of his tongue.

  Once, twice, and a gentle convulsion rippled through her vagina. Lyssa pulled at the bedding with her fists and rode the wave while he continued to suck and stroke her clit.

  When the ripples slowed, she relaxed, closing her eyes, breathing deeply, afraid to meet his gaze and let him read too much of what she felt.

  She wanted to cry. To howl. To beg him to gather her into his arms and hold her.

  Only that wasn’t her. Not the person she thought she was anyway—and not the good-time girl she wanted to be for him. She knew it would scare the crap out of him.

  Instead, she gathered her courage and rose up on her elbows to meet his gaze. “Guess you can tell I liked it. A lot.”

  He didn’t answer, just stared, his fingers gliding in the moisture that continued to spill from inside her. Arousal tightened his feature, brushing rich, red color across the tops of his sharp cheekbones. His lips were swollen and wet.

  She couldn’t wait to taste herself when next they kissed.

  “I still have that itch,” she whispered, trying to pretend she didn’t feel vulnerable, her heart and her body ruthlessly exposed.

  “Get to the center of the bed,” he said.

  His tight voice shot a fresh wave of pulsing need straight up her channel. She didn’t wait for him to repeat it. Didn’t play at defying him. She scooted back as he slowly stood and stripped away his jeans.

  When he straightened, her glance snagged on his erection. Engorged, reddened, the skin stretched and satiny.

  She licked her lips, hoping he’d let her get acquainted later, because right now she needed to feel the thrust of his large cock stroking deep toward her core.

  His lips tightened. “Shit. Just a second.” He bent to pick up his jeans, shaking them to dump his wallet to the ground. Then he swiped it up and opened it. His fingers plucked a foil packet from a slot.

  Lyssa smiled. She’d forgotten. He almost had as well. Would it have been so bad, wondering whether they’d made a baby
? She didn’t worry she’d get a thing other than pleasure from him as cautious as he was around women.

  She watched fascinated as he ripped the foil with his teeth, and then extracted the latex sheath. With a practiced motion, he fit it to the tip of his cock and glided it down.

  When it was fully unrolled, his fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, gliding down, then slowly up, as his gaze centered on her pussy. Then he crawled onto the mattress, right over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the light from the overhead lamp. His body radiated a heat that warmed her breasts and belly before their skin actually met.

  When he settled on top of her, she moaned, opening for him, lifting her knees to hug his hips with her inner thighs. The tip of his cock nudged between her legs, found her center, and dipped into her moisture.

  Just the crown, just enough to give her a hint of pressure, of the fullness she’d experience.

  “Don’t stop now.”

  He gritted his teeth, nudging deeper, and settled his knees on the mattress, his hands beside her shoulders. “God, I couldn’t even if I tried. There’s no goin’ back, Lyss.”

  “Do it,” she whispered.

  A long, ragged groan escaped as he thrust, pulsing as he drove inside her, stroking deeper in and out, until at last his cock was fully sheathed.

  His head fell to her shoulder, and he rubbed his forehead against it. “You have no idea how goddamn good this feels.”

  Stretched, filled like she’d never been before, she gasped, “I’m on the receiving end… Believe me… I have a clue. Move. Now.”

  A short, desperate laugh expanded his chest. Then his head came up and slanted. He captured her lips. His hips tightened, flexing. Then he began to move, driving slowly in and out.

  Lyssa wasn’t having it. Wasn’t settling for gentle. She wanted the fireworks, the promise of the sensual violence he’d hinted at when he’d run his truck off the road and forced her to lie about wanting a man, any man, banging away at her body.

  Breaking the kiss, she raised her legs and hooked them high over his hips. Then she raked her fingernails down his back, until she reached his buttocks and dug in her nails. “I don’t want easy,” she growled. “Not from you.”

  “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he gritted out, continuing his slow glides.

  “I’m not gonna break. I might even like a little pain. Fuck me, Brand. Fuck me hard.”

  “Jesus, Lyss,” he said, planting a kiss on her shoulder.

  Then, his knees crowded closer, and he pushed upward, kneeling, forcing her thighs to slip away from his sides. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and dragged her hips off the bed.

  His gaze dropped to where their bodies connected, where he slid in and out, slowly.

  Lyssa couldn’t look away either. Her pussy clasped his cock, her vulva sinking inward, stretching outward with each stroke, leaving moisture glistening along his shaft. Friction built with each thrust, triggering a steady flow of honey and an easing of her tight grasp as he continued to cram his thick cock deep into her body.

  Lyssa didn’t complain again as his steady, rocking motions fanned the slow-burning tendrils of heat curling around her womb. She closed her eyes, lifted her hands to her breasts, and touched just a fingertip against each, swirling softly on the tips.

  Brand’s thrust deepened, sharpened. Did he like watching her touch herself? She slitted her eyelids and peered upward.

  His hard gaze followed the motions of her fingers. He dragged her hips higher and began to plow his cock into her, the gentle rocking growing into steeply pitched waves.

  The skin stretched taut against his cheeks darkened. The muscles of his shoulders and arms bunched. The ridges defining his abdomen deepened as he began to slam against the cradle of her sex.

  Lyssa’s back arched, her mouth opening around an anguished groan. Her fingers clasped her breasts, twisting the nipples just enough to send a dart of electricity zinging toward her core.

  She cupped her hips upward to rub her clit against his groin each time he slammed home, gasping as he hammered faster.

  Then Brand fell over her, bracing his hands on the mattress, his arms forcing her thighs high and into her chest.

  With increased leverage, he hammered harder, thrusting so deep he forced soft, grunting gusts of air from her mouth.

  It was too much. Too intense, too hot…too desperate.

  Her head thrashed on the bed, and she released her breasts, fisting her hands on the coverlet as he slammed her up the bed.

  When her orgasm hit, her whole body went rigid, straining against his arms and body, her back bowing, her mouth opening around a scream that stretched like the keening of a wild animal. “GodohGodohGod! Brand!”

  His hips hammered faster, losing rhythm, thrusting wildly, jerking against her as a long rasping groan tore from his throat, and scalding heat stroked into her at the moment of his release.

  She wrapped her arms around him as he continued to rock against her. She kissed his ear and cheek, and smoothed her hands up and down his back as he shuddered above her.

  Tears threatened to overspill her eyes. This moment was as good as when she’d exploded in climax. Holding his sweaty body against hers, their ragged breaths shaking their bodies against each other, his cock still embedded deep inside her.

  Still connected. Still belonging to each other. If only for a moment. She had to have more of this. More of his loving. More of this sweet, golden aftermath. Whatever it took.

  Brand couldn’t bear to pull away…as he should. Her cunt still rippled up and down his shaft from faint aftershocks. Even through the condom, he could feel the moist, honeyed heat of her grasping him like a stroking fist.

  Damn, they were good together. He’d always known instinctively that it would be like this with her.

  Which was one reason he’d tried so hard to keep away. He’d been afraid of feeling this way. Complete. Wanting to stay buried deep inside her body until his cock grew thick, and he could begin again.

  Lyssa stirred beneath him, her body winding around his, hugging him closer with her arms and legs. She murmured and slid her lips along his cheek.

  Not able to resist the invitation, he raised his head and angled his mouth to meet hers.

  This time, their kiss was as intimate and deep as the act that bound their bodies together.

  Brand fought the countering urges—one to draw away and break the connection, the other to wrap his arms beneath her body and hold her closer.

  When their lips eased apart, she lifted slumberous eyelids. “Do you have more?”

  “More?” he asked, a smile beginning to tug his lips. Her face was pink. Her lips blurred from their kiss. She looked so damn sexy, so damn fucked, a surge of masculine pride tightened his body.

  “Condoms,” she said, sounding breathless.

  “I’ll find more,” he said, even as he wondered if he shouldn’t be bundling her back into her clothes to take her home. Things were getting sticky fast.

  Her lips stretched into a lazy smile. “You don’t have to go anywhere right away. I’m a little hungry anyway.”

  The look that darkened her eyes told him she wasn’t talking about a midnight snack. An image of her lush mouth stretching around his cock nearly made him groan. He dove down, sliding his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers. When her lips suctioned his, a growl vibrated through him.

  Her hands slipped between their bodies, and she pushed. When their mouths parted, she gave him a steady, challenging look. “Lie back.”

  “That would mean I’d have to pull out of you, Lyss. Don’t think I can.”

  “I promise I won’t let anything stay cold for long.” She bit her bottom lip, waiting for him to decide.

  Brand reached behind him, gently eased her legs from his hips, then pushed away from her body, pulling his cock slowly from her juicy cunt.

  They both moaned when he finally slipped free.

  With his gaze locked with hers, he lay on his back, putting an arm
beneath his head and resting a hand on his ribs.

  Lyssa stretched beside him then came up on one elbow to rake his body with a possessive glance. She halted at his cock then reached out, her fingers ringing him beneath the condom, then slowly pulled up, sliding off the condom.

  Brand grabbed it from her, set it on the bedside table, grabbed a tissue to wipe away the streaks of white come, and then settled back again.

  She knelt next to him, her hands on her thighs as she considered where to start. “Open your legs for me?” she asked, tilting her head. Rich color swept across her tanned cheeks and brightened the pale skin across the tops of her small breasts.

  Brand grinned and made a space for her between his thighs.

  When she’d settled between them, her expression lost a little uncertainty. A determined gleam entered her eyes.

  She bent over him, her bottom lifting into the air, and Brand wished he could be in two places at the same time, because he’d love to see her from that angle, too.

  But a soft hand cupped his balls, and, suddenly, he couldn’t think of anything but the warmth of her fingers gliding over his sac.

  She leaned closer, her breath licking his groin.

  His balls tightened, pulling snug against his body.

  A soft murmur escaped her, and then she opened wide and sucked one stone into her hot, wet mouth.

  Brand’s legs went rigid. His belly tightened. He speared his fingers through her hair and cupped her skull, tugging her closer while his semi-flaccid cock throbbed.

  She mouthed him gently, shielding the sharp edge of her teeth behind her lips, working her tongue over and over the orb, stroking him until he was nearly mindless and blood surged between his legs.

  Her mouth widened, and she sucked the other inside, laving both balls now with broad strokes, tracing a fingernail beneath them along the sensitive skin leading toward his asshole.

  It was his turn to get worried about her direction. Half of him wanted to know how far she’d dare go, the other half—the manly part of him—wanted to growl like a bear and drag her hand away.