Back in the Saddle (6 page)

“Oh, god.”

Molly gripped the counter tightly and closed her eyes, letting the spasms take her completely. Memories of last night and the spanking blossomed in her brain. Chance’s hand landed on her ass one more time. Then another.

“How does that feel, Molly?” His voice was thick and deep, like warm honey. “You like that, don’t you. God knows, I love making that pretty ass turn bright pink. It makes my dick so hard I’m afraid it might break.”

Once more, his hand came down on the cheeks of her buttocks. Each time his hand made contact the heat streaked directly to her cunt. The little Ben Wah balls bumped each other with each convulsion, the tongues inside them adding to the quaking inside her.

He moved up behind her, his body pressed against her, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts.

“I love your breasts,” he hummed. “See how they fit so nicely in my hands? And these nipples. God.”

His thumbs rubbed her taut buds and sensation streaked right to her cunt. The quivering escalated, her muscles gripping and releasing the Ben Wah balls with a rhythmic cadence. She squeezed her thighs together and leaned back against Chance’s solid body.

“Oh, yeah, squeeze those nice thighs like that. I love it when you come like that, Molly. Love to see it, feel it ripple through your body.”

He licked the tender spot where her neck and shoulder joined, then bit down lightly, sending a fresh spate of cream erupting from her pussy and a last ripple of aftershocks.

She was spent, yet at the same time, just like the night before, still craving more. How was that even possible?

Chance scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the hallway to his bedroom. Tonight the lamp was already on, bathing both of them in its warm, amber glow. He stood her on her feet and bent his head for another deep kiss, his hands busy with the snaps of his shirt and the buckle of his belt. Molly wondered how he’d managed to get himself completely naked without ever breaking contact. But there he was, the hair on his chest rubbing sensuously against her nipples and his magnificent erection prodding at her as if it had a mind of its own.

He cupped her face with his warm hands, his eyes boring into hers.

“You sure you’re okay with all this, Molly?” Was that just the hint of unsteadiness in his voice? “It’s important to me that you are.”

She tried to read the emotion in his eyes. “Chance, are
you
all right with this? Is there some reason you keep asking me the same question?”

His mouth whispered over hers. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Molly Hayes. I don’t want to do anything to frighten you off.”

Warmth coursed through her. “You could never frighten me. I want whatever you want.” She wet her lips. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, too.”

“Have you?” His lips were still so close to hers his words echoed in the well of her mouth.

“Yes,” she hissed, desire building inside her again. “So touch me. Do whatever you want. Just
do
it. Please.”

Chapter Six

All those stories she’d heard from friends, all the ones she’d read in books, flooded her brain. Whatever he had in mind, she
wanted
it.

“Last night I told you I wanted to fuck you in the ass. Do you remember?” As if to emphasize his words, he ran his hands over the globes of her buttocks, his thick erection prodding the soft swell of her tummy.

“I remember.” She could barely get the words out as dark thoughts flooded her mind. Oh, yes, she wanted his cock there. The thought of it sent delicious shivers racing through her.

“We need to get you good and ready though, sugar. I don’t want to hurt you, and I’ll bet my best horse you’re tighter than a drum back here.” His fingers trailed through the crevice between the cheeks of her buttocks. “No one’s ever fucked your ass before, have they.”

It wasn’t a question. Molly ducked her head, ashamed of her pitiful sexual history.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He tilted up her chin. “I’m glad, okay? This will all be special between us.”

His kiss was soft and tender, but desire simmered beneath the surface and his cock flexed against her. Then, with fluid grace, he lifted her to the bed and arranged her on her hands and knees. She felt the soft brush of his lips on her ass, then the welcome heat of his slap on the still heated skin.

“Jesus, Molly.” His breath hissed out. “Spanking your ass is something I could get used to doing real easy. Maybe one of these times I’ll tie you to the bedpost and just spank you til you come.”
Slap!
“Would you like that, darlin’?”

Oh, lordy! Just the thought of it set up the tremors in her cunt again.

Chance’s finger traced the line of her slit, and she heard him suck in his breath.

“Holy hell, sugar. You are wetter than Morgan’s Creek.” One finger slid inside her, and she pushed back on it, muscles clamping around it. “Oh, yeah. Real juicy. You love those spankings, don’t you? My kind of woman.” He dragged a fingertip up to the tight opening of her anus and pressed lightly against it. “Now we have to work on you here. Don’t move, Molly. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

She bit her lower lip, waiting impatiently for him to touch her again. The little balls rolled against each other each time she moved, sending shards of pleasure through her already stimulated cunt.

Molly nearly jumped when she felt Chance’s warm, work-roughened palm on her ass again.

“Relax, sugar.” He placed soft kisses on her skin. “You don’t know how much spanking that gorgeous butt of yours and watching it turn a beautiful shade of red turns me on. But I’ve got something else to make you feel good. You’ll love this, I promise, but you have to relax.”

“Relax?” How could she possibly relax? She tried to crane her head around to see what he was doing. “What have you got there?”

“It’s a butt plug, to help stretch you a little. Get you ready for me.” He moved his hand so she could see what he was holding. It resembled an extra thick dildo with soft flanges at its widest point. She’d secretly wondered what one would feel like inside her. Now it seemed she was going to find out.

“Last little tap here, sugar.” Chance smacked her lightly, then licked the warm spot with his tongue. “Now comes the toy. Got to make sure you’re ready for me when we get to this.” He leaned over her again, his mouth close to her ear. “And I promise you, Molly, we will get to it.”

“Mmmm,” was all she could say.

“The last thing in the world I want is to cause you pain.” He paused. “Bad pain, I mean. Good pain is…really good. Really good. So. We’re doing this right. And you’ll love how this feels inside you.” He paused. “Okay?”

“Yes.” She was breathless with the anticipation now that maybe finally, finally, she would get to experience all those things she’d secretly hungered for. Only she wished he’d just get to it. What was with all the talking? All these questions? Chance certainly seemed like a man who knew what he was doing. Why was he so worried about her reaction?

Get on with it.

Then she swallowed a laugh. Proper Molly Hayes desperate to fall into a whirlpool of eroticism? If Chance only knew.

He smoothed his hand over the curve of her ass again, caressing it with slow, even strokes. Just his touch sent the little balls in her pussy bumping into each other again and tremors skittered over her like dancing butterflies. He placed another soft kiss on the tender skin at the same time his finger probed into her rectum, pressing a cool gel into the tissues, rubbing it just enough to set off sparks inside her. That dark hunger that had been unfolding inside her blossomed into full blown need, and icy heat skittered over her skin. More gel, more probing, and all the while he murmured to her erotic words, telling her how good this would be, how much she’d love it.

He leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. “Take in a deep breath, sugar.”

Molly felt pressure at her anus and breathed in as deeply as she could.

“Now let it out,” Chance said. “Real slow.”

As she did she felt something slowly being pushed inside her ass, something thick and smooth that stretched and burned even as it sent erotic shivers though her. And those wicked little balls began their erotic dance again.

The assault on her body was instant. Her heart raced, and her pulse hammered the blood through her veins as her pussy convulsed over and over again. Spasms shook her as a climax gripped her, shaking her and making it nearly impossible to stay on the position she was in. If Chance hadn’t caught her around the waist, she’d have fallen forward, writhing on the bed.

As last the shudders subsided, leaving her gasping for breath yet strangely still unfulfilled. She wanted Chance inside her. Now, right now.

“Oh, darlin’, you are so responsive.” His slow drawl was like molasses running uphill, thick and warm.

His wide hand splayed across her buttocks, centered over the butt plug he’d pushed inside her. His other hand reached between her thighs and stroked her pussy.

“Feel good, Molly?” His voice was rich with desire. “Loved that orgasm, sugar. And see? You’re dripping wet.” His hand smoothed over her ass again. “We’ll leave it in there for a while and take it out before you leave. I want you to put it in every morning after your shower.” He leaned over her and bit the lobe of her ear. “Another few days and you should be just about ready for me.

Her skin felt hot and cold at the same time, and the pulse in her womb drummed its insistent beat. When Chance rolled her over to her back she could feel the plug inside her, stretching her, pressing against tiny nerves. He bent her legs back and placed her hands on her knees, leaving her open to his gaze. She had never felt so exposed in her life. The sensation of the plug was so intense, the presence of the balls so powerful, she knew he could see exactly how they affected her.

“Stay just like that,” he commanded. “Don’t move.”

He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching her while he took his swollen cock in his hand and slowly stroked it from root to tip. Just looking at him doing that ramped up the desire spreading through Molly. She wet her lips with her tongue, sliding it back and forth.

“Jesus, Molly,” he breathed.

He crawled up onto the bed beside her, stretched out and maneuvered them both until he was on his back and she was between his knees. Her mouth was inches from his erection and the heavy sac of his testicles. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she itched to taste him.

“Go ahead,” he urged, reaching to stroke himself again. “Let me feel those soft lips around my cock, sugar.”

Still adjusting to the strange feeling of the plug inside her and those devilish little balls pinging her nerves, she leaned forward, wrapped her slim fingers around his shaft and licked the velvet head with the tip of her tongue. Chance jerked beneath her tongue, and a slow moan rolled up from his throat.

Chance watched her, his eyes burning with lust and desire. She swept her tongue over the plum-colored head again, and his cock flexed in her fingers. The heavy beat of his blood pulsed through the thick vein that wound around the steel-hard shaft.

“You’re killing me here,” he said, his voice rough.

“I want to take my time,” she teased, and licked again.

But then the urge to take him fully in her mouth overwhelmed her and she slid her lips slowly down the shaft, tilting her head just enough to take him deep. She deliberately let the broad head slide against the roof of her mouth as she moved her lips lower and lower.

He threaded his fingers through her hair to steady her, and suddenly the feel of his hands gripping her made her freeze. Boyd had been really big on oral sex—for him, not for her—but he’d always been so abrupt about it.

Stick that thing in your mouth, Molly. Suck it. Faster, faster. Get me off. Now.

And he’d hold her head so tightly his fingers dug into her scalp while he thrust in and out of her mouth. She had an instant image of him holding her head prisoner, fucking her mouth with a rough movement that gave her no pleasure at all. Her fingers tightened convulsively on Chance then opened and dropped away. She jerked her head back, her teeth scraping the length of his shaft, making him jump.

His eyes widened, a questioning look in them. “What is it, Molly? What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t like it.”

She bit her lip. “It’s not that. I really
want
to. It’s just that…”

“Just that what?” he prompted.

She looked away from him. “Could you…not hold my head?”

“Ahh.” She heard awareness in his voice. “Bad flashback?”

She nodded, still unable to look at him.

“Molly.” He sat up with a slow, fluid movement. Two fingers beneath her chin turned her head toward him.”

“Look at me, sugar.”

She shook her head again.

“Look at me, Molly.” His voice was firm, gentle and demanding at the same time.

She raised her gaze to his face, afraid of what she’d see there. But the only expression was one of concern.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.