Page 110 of Ransom
"You think you're slick," he said into the pillow.
"I'm not trying to be slick."
"You think I haven't been paying attention."
"I know you have." I pushed deeper, and his breath punched out of him. "Who do you think told Sierra to keep you busy?"
"That's mean, darlin'."
"I'm a mean man," I said and shoved my fingers between his lips. He started sucking, and I started fucking in earnest until I was close and then backed off, taking it slow again.
"Ransom?"
"What?"
"Just tell me."
I stopped moving.
I held inside him, fully seated, my chest slick and sweaty against his back, my hand still loose at the line of his throat. The lamp threw long shadows across his shoulder blades. The rain hadn't let up.
I leaned down and licked a long stripe up the back of his neck, making him shudder. He tasted like sweat and dust and rain. Like mine. "Tell you what, Ranger. You ask me again tomorrow, and I'll do you one better. I'll show you."
He let out a breath that was half a laugh, half something else. It shook through his ribs.
"Tomorrow." He breathed it once, testing it. "That a promise?"
"Yeah, Ranger. On my word."
"Ransom Lanza."
"Mm."
"You are a son of a bitch."
"Don't I know it."
I pulled almost all the way out of him and pushed back in. He stopped talking.
I worked him for a while like that, my hand at his jaw, my mouth at his neck, until he was past words entirely. He was making the small, bitten-off sounds he made when he'd lost the thread of being clever. His fingers fisted in the pillow, knuckles going white. The tendons in his wrists worked where theygripped the cotton. His hair was curling at the base of his skull, where he always sweated first.
"Up on your knees," I said.
He pushed up by inches, and I went with him. I sat back on my heels and pulled him with me until he was upright in my lap, his back against my chest, his weight settled on my cock. My hand slid off his throat, down across his collarbone, flat over his heart. His heart was hammering. So was mine.
He let his head fall back onto my shoulder, and I turned my face into his hair.
"Ride me, Ranger."
"Yes sir."
He worked himself onto me at his own pace, both hands braced on my thighs. The second time he sat down all the way, he shuddered around it. I wrapped my other hand around him and started stroking him in time with him riding me, working my thumb under the head how I'd learned he liked it. He moaned my name at the ceiling, the back end of it slurring into something that wasn't a word at all.
"You with me?"
"Fuck, yeah, I'm with you."
I tightened my fist around him and he came, jerking in my lap, spilling over my knuckles in long hot pulses while I kept stroking him through it. The clench of him around me went past what I could hold off any longer. I followed him with my face pressed into his neck and my arm locked across his chest, holding him to me, coming inside him so hard I lost half a minute to it.
