Strung Up: A Blacktop Cowboys® Novella by Lorelei James Read Free Book Online

side, giving me full access to his throat, and I nearly snarled with satisfaction. I’d never had his surrender.
    Now I did.
    Now I wanted it all.
    And I’d take it all.
    Pushing back on my heels, I reached for his belt buckle, my mouth continuing to maraud his neck and jaw as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Hooking my fingers inside the waistband beside his hipbones, I tugged his jeans and briefs down to the middle of his thighs.
    He hissed in a sharp breath when I lowered to my knees.
    I didn’t tease. I brought the stiff length into my mouth in a single, greedy gulp.
    Then I froze.
    That’s when the “this is wrong, this isn’t Mick” voice became louder.
    My thoughts warred with reality. The unfamiliar—yet it was familiar—taste on my tongue. The additional girth stretching my lips. The musky aroma filling my lungs that was all man…but wasn’t my man.
    My eyes watered.
    Not because I wanted to cry.
    I gagged.
    Not because I didn’t want to do this.
    I fisted my hand around the base of his shaft and slid my mouth up, my lips catching on the rim of his cockhead. Then I twisted my hand up that meaty cock as I bobbed my head down, hollowing my cheeks with every suctioning pull.
    A surprised, “Jesus,” exploded above me, followed by a rush of ragged exhales.
    Lean hips pumped away from the wall toward my mouth.
    Then strong fingers curled around my throat, stopping all motion. His dick slipped free when those fingers latched onto my jaw and tilted my head back.
    My gaze collided with Breck’s as he squeezed his shaft in the middle, creating a makeshift cock ring. He continued to drag the wet head of his cock across my lips.
    “If it hadn’t been so long since I had my dick sucked I’d tell you to slow down. But when I’m this close I need to know if I’m coming in your mouth.”
    I nodded.
    “Take your hat off, Cres,” he murmured huskily. “Keep your eyes on mine.”
    A shiver worked through me as I set my Stetson on the ground.
    Just like that, he’d taken charge.
    Just like that, I’d let him.
    For now.
    Breck tenderly ran his fingers across my scalp before grabbing a fistful of my hair and directing my head to where he wanted it. His eyes glittered with lust as he began to fuck my mouth, each measured stroke faster and faster until that moment when he shoved in so deep my teeth dug into the root of his cock.
    Breck groaned and his dick jerked on my tongue.
    Thick bursts of come coated the back of my throat. He didn’t have to tell me to suck hard and swallow; I knew exactly what he needed.
    That’s what I needed too. The heady rush of power. The give and take of control. Of surrender. The suspense of whose will to be on top would win out.
    He released my hair and pulled out of my mouth, slumping back against the bricks, eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving.
    In the distance I heard music. In my peripheral vision I saw headlights sweep across the tall grass bordering the fence. Whoops and hollers drifted from someplace.
    Resting on my knees in the dark, with my painfully hard dick pressing against the button-fly of my 501s, my jaw sore, I felt entirely disconnected. An overwhelming urge to escape had me blindly reaching for my hat and pushing to my feet.
    “Don’t run off,” Breck said gruffly, when I took a step back off the curb. “I ain’t close to done with you tonight.” He situated his hat on his head and righted his clothing, never taking his eyes off mine. Then he reached for me. “The tour can wait.”
    “Okay.”
    “I can’t.” Breck loomed over me. “Christ, I want you.” He shoved his left hand in the front of my jeans and latched onto me by my belt, his knuckles brushing my erection as he held me in place. He angled his head above mine without banging our hats together—a trick I’d never managed when I locked lips with another cowboy. This kiss was all sweet seduction and gratitude.
    My free hand landed on his chest. I was bowled over by his