Alyssa wasn’t sure she would ever be able to move again. She was totally wrung out, her muscles nothing but jelly. She couldn’t say for sure if her bones hadn’t liquefied in the heat they had generated, but Beau’s skin smelled like heaven and she wanted to lick him like a popsicle—especially all those delicious chest muscles and abs. Maybe she would just take a little taste. Without moving she reached out her tongue and licked his collarbone. Mmm tasty.

“Did you just lick me?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

She licked him again in a little larger spot. “Because you taste delicious.”

“That’s just silly.”

She raised off him and looked him in the eye. “It is not, and I am going to do it all over and you are just going to lay there and take it.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. It’s my turn to enjoy your body like you did mine, so prepare to be ravished, cowboy.”

He laughed and spread his arms wide. “Do your worst.”

“Oh no, I’m going to do my best.” Her body seemed to have come back to its normal state with the idea of tormenting Beau. She started by outlining his chest muscles with her tongue and lips. Grazing his nipples with her teeth she could feel his body tense. A shudder ran through him when she bit down lightly on one. So, she gave the other the same attention and finished by kissing her way down the middle of his chest to his abs, where she reveled in all those muscles. As she paid attention to each one it jumped beneath her lips and tongue. Alyssa was patiently giving each muscle her attention while trying to decide if she wanted to follow that path of hair straight down the middle of his body to the promised land. Or if she wanted to devour those V-shaped muscles and deep grooves that ran from his hips down to that same enticing area, which seemed to be growing under her ministrations.

She planned to take that magnificent organ into her mouth and pleasure the man until he begged for mercy. This girl was no goody two shoes, and he was going to be well aware of that fact by the time she finished with him.

* * *

Beau was dying. Her hot mouth and that wicked tongue were about to drive him straight up the wall. He’d never realized his chest or abs were so sensitive until she started licking and kissing him all over. She even occasionally took little bites and then kissed the sting away. That delightful mouth kept heading south and his cock was totally on board with that idea. But he wondered if she would shy away from it once she got down there. She was taking her sweet time and his whole body was on fire.

She seemed to be following the path of hair straight down his body until she was almost to the place he wanted her most. Then, she stopped and went back up to his right hip and started licking and kissing the muscle that ran from his hip to his groin. When she got almost all the way down a second time, she went to the other hip and did the same thing. He knew he was going to die from desire as she teased all restraint out of him.

Finally, she got back down to his cock, and did not hesitate one second when she took his balls in one hand, wrapped the other hand around the base of his cock, and slid her hot mouth over the head. He groaned and was certain his eyes rolled back in his head at the pleasure she was giving him. He was gripping the bed so hard he was sure there would be permanent indentations in the mattress from his fingers.

When his body started to move toward release he took hold of her shoulders. “Alyssa, stop.”

She shook her head and kept at it.

“No, stop. I want to be inside you.”

She stilled her movements like she was thinking about that idea. Then she lifted her head, looked at him and nodded. But before she left the area she gave his cock one last long lick that had his eyes crossing. Then, she shimmered up his body, got a condom out of the bedside table and rolled it on him with very slow deliberateness. Grasping at straws to resist his climbing orgasm—so he could be buried balls-deep when he shot his load—he started reciting cattle birthing records in his head.

She finished sheathing him and squeezed. “What are you doing?”

He grabbed her, flipped her on her back, and entered her so fast he could only hope he hadn’t been too rough on her. But he had no control left. None. Whatsoever. He’d been hanging by a thread before she’d started rolling on the condom. That thread had snapped.

* * *

Alyssa was startled when Beau flipped her down on the bed and entered her in one forceful plunge. She grinned as she realized she’d pushed him beyond the breaking point. That had been her mission, to make him as crazed with lust as he’d made her earlier. Mission accomplished.

He was pounding into her and it was glorious. She’d worked herself into a highly fevered state while she was pleasuring the man, so his punishing pace was going to send her right over the edge, with no hesitation at all. Her body started to tingle just as he went stiff. Knowing that he was coming pushed her to completion. Her body milked his in perfect harmony.

When she could finally think again, she teased, “Hey, I wanted to be on top. You took over my turn.”

He chuckled and rolled them onto their sides. “Sorry about that. You can be on top some other time when you haven’t tormented me beyond control, naughty girl.”

She grinned at him. “My plan worked perfectly, then.”

“If you were trying to turn me into a raging beast with no control or finesse, then yes. You succeeded.”

“You can have control and finesse elsewhere—I kind of liked the raging beast.”

“In that case it was my pleasure.”

His phone signaled with what she assumed was the meeting reminder. She looked over his shoulder at the clock on the night stand and groaned. “We’ve got about a half hour before we need to be downstairs for your dinner meeting and I need a shower first.”

“Yeah, me too. I have an adjoining bathroom that we can use, but it connects to Adam’s room, so you would have to be very quiet if we use it together.”

She grinned at him. “I can be quiet.”

He shook his head sadly. “I’m not sure I believe that. You’ve been rather vocal recently. It’s a darn good thing I’m the end room or we might have given the entire family something to talk about.”

She punched him on the arm. “I was not vocal.”

He raised the pitch of his voice, “Oh, Beau. Yes, right there. Faster. Don’t stop.”

“Hmph. Well, you must have needed instruction, then,” she said as she rolled away from him and got off the bed.

“Instruction, my ass,” he growled and chased her to the bathroom.

She turned at the door and put a hand on his chest. “Shh, you have to be quiet so Adam doesn’t hear. Make sure he isn’t in there. We have to hurry or we’re going to be late for dinner. No shenanigans.”

Adam wasn’t in the room, so they went in and had a quick slippery shower with some quiet giggling and very few shenanigans. But Alyssa wished with all her heart and soul they didn’t have to rush. This was, by far, the best afternoon of her life.