Free Strung Up: A Blacktop Cowboys® Novella by Lorelei James Page A

fast we nearly tripped.
    He laughed. “Keep up.”
    Normally I’d be the one urging us to get naked as I assumed the dominant role.
    So it was a fucking rush to let go and follow Cres’s lead.
    Once we cleared the doorway to my bedroom, Cres shoved me against the wall and held my arms by my sides, plastering his body to mine. His lips grazed my ear. “Fast and dirty, Breck. That’s how I’m gonna fuck you.”
    “Whatever you want.”
    He pushed back and dropped his ass to the mattress, keeping his molten gaze on mine as he grabbed the heel of his right cowboy book and yanked it off. A smirk curled his lips when he tipped the boot upside down and two strips of condoms fell on the bed.
    I laughed. “Interesting place to keep them.”
    “Too many to keep in my wallet. Didn’t want to run out.” He lifted his left foot.
    “Got lube in that one?”
    Cres tugged his boot off and tipped it on the bed. Individual packets of lube landed on top of the condoms.
    I laughed again.
    Then Cres was back on his feet. The hunger in his touch, in his eyes, undeniable.
    He rid me of the pesky T-shirt. He braced one hand beside my head. “Take off your boots.”
    Damn difficult to do with his lips leaving wet trails across my collarbones, but I persevered.
    He went into full-on attack mode after the first touch of his tongue to my nipple.
    My head thunked against the wall. The hours working out were worth it to get this reaction out of him. He kept at it, rubbing his face in my chest hair, licking and sucking my nipples, biting them, turning me inside out.
    He dropped to his knees and had my jeans around my ankles and my cock in his mouth while I still reeled from his expert nipple play.
    I glanced down and cupped his gorgeous face in my palms. “You look really fuckin’ hot with my cock in your throat. But I don’t wanna come in your mouth, Cres. I wanna come with your cock in my ass.” There was power in admitting that I wanted to let go of the fierce control I maintained in every aspect of my life—especially sex—and I trusted him to give me what I needed. Keeping a tight grip on his head, I pushed him back, letting my dick slip out so just the tip rested on his lower lip. Then I thrust in deep, fucking his mouth with fast, confident strokes so he understood that while I had no issue with him fucking me, I’d never be a fucking bottom.
    When I released him, he said, “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
    I brushed the condoms aside and looked over my shoulder to see him striding forward, buck-ass nekkid.
    Whoa. Fifteen seconds ago he’d been fully dressed.
    And I saw no sign of the playful man who’d dragged me into my own bedroom. I saw a primal male, oozing raw sexuality and pulsing with conquering greed.
    Holy hell. I nearly nutted right then.
    Cres rolled the condom on and stroked himself. “Face forward and move your knees closer together.”
    The bed jiggled as he climbed on.
    Immediately he caged me beneath his body—something I wouldn’t have believed possible since I had more height and breadth. He nested his cock into the crack of my ass and peppered hot kisses from my left shoulder to my right. Then his lips found my ear and he taunted, “Fast and dirty.”
    Christ. I was already dangling on the edge and he’d barely touched me.
    His tongue followed the line of my spine down.
    And down.
    And down.
    And surely he wasn’t going there.
    Please, please be going there.
    Then his hands were spreading my ass cheeks and his tongue lapped at my hole.
    Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
    Don’t come yet, don’t come yet, or he’ll stop.
    I could hold off if he didn’t…and then he did.
    Cres gently sucked on the ring of muscles and alternated between soft kisses and tender licks on the clenching pucker. His grunting growls of pleasure vibrated across my skin, sending tingles straight up my spine and down to my balls. His fingertips dug into the globes of my ass with enough pressure to leave bruises.
     I’d never