Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way) (16 page)

“
Please let me come, Ryan,” he
corrected with a laugh, as he leaned down to lick up the whiskey
she had spilled. Her muscles contracted under his tongue, and her
insides quivered, spilling more from the glass. His tongue darted
into her navel, her body shook, and Twyla watched in horror as the
glass toppled, sending a stream of liquid toward her mound. The
whiskey trickled through her folds to pool on the table.

Ryan shook his head, as he walked to the end
of the table and shoved her legs apart. He stepped between them,
and Twyla groaned knowing more of what he was doing to her was
about to come. What wasn’t coming was an orgasm.

But Ryan surprised her when his dark head
lowered over her, and he licked a heated trail up from her mound to
the glass. He looked up at her over the plane of her tummy, and a
small smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, before his lips
closed around the shot glass. He lifted it, throwing his head back
as he stood to take the last few drops in the glass.

He wiped his mouth with his forearm, then set
the glass on the table beside her. “Say it, Twyla.” He lifted a
dark brow. “Or if you prefer, I can keep this up all
night.”

The words rolled off her tongue before she
could stop them, “Make me come, please, Ryan.” She sounded weak,
like one of his bunnies. But Twyla couldn’t help herself. She
needed him to make her come. And she needed it now, not next
week.

He held out his hand to her. Her fingers were
sore from gripping the table, almost bloodless, as she took his
hand. She scooted to the edge of the table and he helped her down,
then grabbed a chair and sat down. He pulled her to him to straddle
him, with his massive erection between them. With his hands on her
hips, he looked up into her eyes. “I’m putting you in charge of
this part, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He was putting her in charge? That was pretty
stupid on his part, considering what he’d just done to her. Twyla
wasn’t about to let the opportunity to get a little payback pass.
She grabbed his hands on her hips and bent to put them on the sides
of the chair, and squeezed his fingers around the edge. “Keep your
hands right there, and put on your seatbelt then.”

“
But I can’t touch you then,” Ryan
complained, and his smile faded.

“
Exactly,” she purred as she
turned and sashayed into the living room.

She flipped on the television, and put it on
CMT, then found her straw hat and patted it down on her head, then
stuffed her feet in her fringed boots. Buck naked save her boots
and hat, Twyla waltzed back into the nook, making the fringe on her
boots whisper in time with her hips.

Her effort wasn’t lost on Ryan. He sucked in a
sharp breath and his eyes heated, as they locked onto her breasts.
He reached for his cock, but she waved her finger at him. “No
touching me or yourself. That’s my rule. Grab the sides of that
chair, cowboy and don’t turn loose, or there will be
consequences.”

“
Twyla what the hell are you
doing?” he griped, and his lower lip jutted out.

“
You asked me to dance for you
before,” she said with a wide smile. “I’m dancing for you right
now.” She bit back a laugh when Get Me Some of That echoed through
the apartment. Ryan Easter was gonna want some really bad when she
was finished with him. The jury was still out whether he would get
any.

Ryan’s eyes darkened, but he grabbed the sides
of the chair and his cock stood proudly between his muscular
thighs, still sheathed in the condom he’d put on earlier. The sight
thrilled her, but scared her too. She was a little glad she had
time to work up to this next step. Twyla walked over to him and ran
her fingernail from the base of his cock to the head, and he
shivered.

“
I thought you said no touching,”
he hissed through his teeth.

Her eyes swung up to his and she smiled. “I
said
you
can’t touch. I can do whatever the hell I please.”
She straightened, then gripped the back of the chair and straddled
his legs. Holding his eyes, Twyla mocked sitting on him, and felt
his heat scorch her inner thighs as she hovered over him popping
her hips with the music. She sank closer to his thighs, mouthing
the words to the song, making sure her mound brushed his cock with
each slow upward pass, enjoying the odd little gurgling sounds he
made in his throat. As tight as his jaw was clenched, his teeth
would probably be dust by the time she finished with
him.

Twyla leaned in closer, arched her back toward
him, and slowly rose, bringing her breasts within millimeters of
his mouth. His chin followed her upward, but he didn’t try to touch
her with his mouth. A faster song came on, and Twyla decided to up
the ante, speed things along. She squeezed her thighs together,
clamping his cock between them as she slowly lifted off of
him.

“
Arrgh…you’re killing me,” Ryan
groaned hoarsely, throwing his head back as every muscle in his
body went rigid. His breaths were short and shallow, and his heart
pounded at the side of his throat.

He only thought he was dying, Twyla thought,
as she grinned evilly and reached between them to position his cock
at her opening. His eyes popped open, and desperation filled them.
He couldn’t be any more desperate than she was feeling right now.
This little
dance
that she was doing, they were doing with
each other, was taking a toll on her too. But the score was even
now, and she was determined to win.

Mr. Easter needed a lesson about messing with
cowgirls. Bunnies might put up with his bullcrap, but cowgirls
would make you pay, and pay big, for messing with them. Twyla might
be a virgin, but she was and always had been a cowgirl. She was not
a prissy, girly girl like the women he was used to dating. No, not
dating, fucking. Ryan didn’t date.

He wanted her to remember her first time a
hundred years from now?

Well, Twyla was going to make sure he didn’t
forget her lesson in that time too. A lesson about teasing a woman
that might do the women he fucked in the future a favor. That
thought caused her heart to sink a little in her chest. Ryan might
be here with her tonight, but as much as she wanted it to be, she
knew this wasn’t going to be a lasting thing with them. Ryan Easter
was about as ready to settle down as the bucking broncs he rode for
a living. He ran from clingy women. Hell, she’d helped him avoid
them often enough herself to know.

Twyla was determined not to become a clinger
just because they’d had sex. She never wanted to be on his run from
list. Ryan had been a part of her life for a long time now, and she
didn’t want to lose him. But the thought that she might have to
watch him be with other women again after this made her stomach
curl. That was just something she knew she would have to deal with
though. Just like she always had.

“
You okay?” he asked and she
realized she’d stopped moving.

“
Yeah, just doing my best to make
you sweat, big boy,” she said with a forced laugh as she reached
between them to position his cock at her opening.

His voice was raw and hoarse, his breathing
uneven, when he said, “Don’t worry, I’m sweating, baby.” Twyla
eased down on his shaft, taking his head inside, and Ryan groaned,
laying his head against the back of the chair. She leaned back and
took a little more of him, and the muscles in his forearms became
rock hard against her legs. The burning stretch was incredible, and
her inner muscles clenched and released around him, urging her to
take more of him. Her fingers bit into the slats of the chair as
she gritted her teeth to keep from doing that, taking slow even
breaths until her body adjusted.

Beneath her thighs, she felt his hands release
the chair, his fingers flexed and she pinned him with her eyes. “Do
it and I get up,” she warned.

His fingers immediately curled again, and she
smiled, as she lifted to make the first circle with her hips,
feeling his thickness swell inside of her even more. Ryan growled,
stretching his neck as far back as it would go, and a muscle ticked
at his jaw. A slow, sexy song came on the station and Twyla found
the rhythm with her movements, holding the chair in a death grip to
make sure she didn’t sink down on him. Between her thighs, his
knees pinched together tightly, and he made that gurgling sound
again, followed by a couple of weak whimpers.

“
What’s wrong, Ryan? Can’t take
your own medicine?” she asked smugly.

Ryan’s body went rigid, his jaw worked, and he
ground his teeth. A fierce roar erupted from his throat, and his
hands appeared out of nowhere to grip her hips. He pushed her hips
downward as he pistoned his own up into her, burying his cock
halfway inside of her body. Twyla lost her breath from the intense
stretching burn, and her body throbbed against the invasion. Ryan’s
nostrils flared, as he dragged in short, uneven breaths through his
nose and exhaled through his mouth. Twyla couldn’t breathe at all,
she was too overwhelmed by the shocking pain. Every muscle in her
body was clenched.

Ryan’s thumb rubbed soothing, but irritating
circles at her hip. “Relax baby, and just ease on down. I’ll help
you,” he begged, his voice raw and ragged.

Relax? How the hell could she relax? She was
impaled on his massive cock, and was afraid to move. Ease on down?
There was nothing easy about this. What she had of him hurt like
hell. Taking the rest of him would probably rip her in two. No,
she’d just stay where she was until she caught her breath and then
she’d get up.

She was done with this. Maybe
forever.

“
It won’t hurt anymore, baby. Sit
on me, Twyla, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

She gasped when his hand eased between her
legs. His long fingers gently massaged the nub there, and her
breath hitched as her inner muscles miraculously relaxed a little.
Her thigh muscles followed, and it was a good thing, because her
legs were shaking so badly she thought for sure she’d
collapse.

“
Kiss me, Twy,” he encouraged
leaning his mouth a little closer to hers, his eyes pleading. Her
death grip on the back slats of the chair loosened a little. When
she didn’t move closer, he closed the distance between them to meld
his lips to hers, making a couple of exploratory passes over her
mouth. With each slow rotation he made, each delicious fleeting
kiss, she relaxed a little more, and he sank a little deeper inside
her body. When she was fully seated on him, had taken all of him,
she released a shuddering sigh.

Pulling his mouth away, Ryan rested his
forehead to hers. “So tight, so damned tight,” he groaned. “You
okay, sweetheart?”

“
Yeah,” she muttered weakly. Now
that he was inside of her, it didn’t feel so bad. It actually felt
pretty damned good. And now, she was no longer a virgin, and Ryan
was her first.

“
I’m sorry it happened this way.
So damned sorry. I went about all this the wrong way. We should’ve
gone to the bedroom, and I should have gone slower with
you.”

“
If you went any slower, we’d have
been going backwards,” Twyla replied with a laugh, sitting up
straighter to rest her hands on his shoulders. ‘Okay now what? Is
this it?”

If it was, in the morning Twyla would be
sorely disappointed along with being sore.

Ryan’s face relaxed, and he grinned. “Not by a
long shot, darlin’,” he replied.

He leaned her back over his arm, and his head
descended to take her left breast into his mouth. He sucked her
gently, and Twyla’s inner muscles clenched around him. The tension
didn’t inch up inside of her this time, it shot straight to her
head to make her dizzy.

Her breath came in short uneven pants, as he
sucked her with a little more pressure, while his other hand moved
between them to find her clit. He rolled it between his fingers,
teasing that tension even higher. It became rubber band tight
inside of her, as lights flashed behind her eyes, her ears rang,
and her inner muscles clamped around him.

Ryan groaned against her skin, but he didn’t
let up. He played her body, until those lights converged, the
elastic band snapped and then she felt like she was floating above
them, looking down on her body shaking in his arms as she made
nonsensical noises. The tremors lessened, and Ryan eased her back
up, hugging her to his chest, until they ceased. He kissed the side
of her hair, then pushed her away. “How do you feel?”

Twyla gave him a wobbly smile, and grabbed the
back of the chair, then put her feet on the floor. Her body itched
inside now to feel him moving inside of her. She pushed up, and
slowly lowered herself back down. No pain now, just extreme
pleasure at the drag and fullness of his cock inside her body.
“Like I need to ride,” she said, easing her body up
again.

“
Oh, God, Twy—” he moaned,
dropping his chin to his chest to make that gurgling sound in his
throat that she loved. As she moved her body faster over him,
Ryan’s hands dug into her ass, spreading her wider, so she sank
lower, took him deeper.

“
That’s it, baby. So fucking
good,” he mumbled hoarsely, his fingers digging in even deeper.
Twyla clenched her inner muscles as she rose, figuring that would
give him extra pleasure. The surprising part was it added to her
pleasure too. With each movement, she felt herself getting nearer
another climax. The tension built and built, her breathing
shallowed right along with his. She knew the signs now, so when she
saw the lights, she reached for them, focused. A tremor started in
her thighs, then moved up to take over her body. Ryan roared, and
Twyla moaned his name reverently as her body vibrated with
his.