Ride a Cowboy (3 page)

What had gone wrong between them, anyway? Her father hadn’t said much and she hadn’t asked questions. And Chance had made it perfectly clear tonight the subject was off limits.

As soon as he turned on a table lamp in the living room, Molly got a clear picture of a very masculine home. Comfortable wood and leather furniture. Polished wood floor with a colorful woven rug to give it warmth. A big flat screen television hanging over a stone fireplace with a wide heart.

Off to the left she could make out a dining room and kitchen and straight ahead was a short hallway.

The bedrooms.

Covertly she looked around to see if there were any lingering feminine touches, but this was definitely a place where a man resided, even to the stack of newspapers on the heart, the jacket draped over a chair and a coffee cup on the table in front of the couch.

“I’m usually much neater than this.” His voice held an apologetic tone.

“No, no. It looks fine. Just fine.”

Then he was in front of her, arms winding around her, his warm breath like a soft breeze on her face.

Molly pushed her hands flat against his chest, panic suddenly washing through her.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she squeaked. Squeaked? She actually squeaked?

“What is it?” His mouth was so close she nearly forgot what she was trying to say.

“I…I haven’t done this for a while. I mean…”

“It’s okay, Molly. Just like I said about dancing. It’s no different than riding a horse. You never really forget.”

Then his lips brushed against hers, soft as a feather, and his tongue traced the outline of her mouth. She trembled with a need greater than anything she’d ever felt before, desire blooming in the fluttering walls of her cunt and the swollen points of her nipples.

His hands were like hot gloves on her back, his fingers splayed against her spine, one hand traveling to her nape to thread his fingers through her hair. When his tongue danced along the seam of her lips, she parted for him, welcoming him, opening her mouth wide. His teeth scraped gently along the surface of her tongue, and bolts of electricity struck at every nerve.

The kiss was a production, both soft and hard, a seduction of her mouth and her mind. He licked every inner surface, teased it with the tip of his tongue. And all the while, his fingers danced along her spine, traced the curve of her ass, then cradled her head to hold her to him.

Held tightly against his body, she could feel every hard muscle, including the thick ridge of his cock pressed insistently against the curve of her stomach. Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself even closer, wondering what he’d think if she tore off her clothes in a frenzy of desire to feel her naked skin against his.

Without breaking the kiss, he bent and lifted her into his arms, carrying her down the short hallway and into what was obviously his bedroom. He bent low near the bed to turn on the bedside lamp before setting her on her feet. His eyes were so filled with lust Molly actually shook from the force of them.

“I want to see every inch of you.” His voice was thick and warm, low and deep.

“You, too,” she whispered.

“You got that right, darlin’.”

He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, tracing each area of skin with his index finger as he exposed it. When the last button had been disposed of, he pulled the tails of her blouse from her jeans and pushed the fabric down her arms. She hadn’t thought the fire in his eyes could blaze any brighter until he looked at her breasts swelling over the lace edging of her demi-bra.

“Jesus,” he breathed and licked each swell slowly with the tip of his tongue.

Molly shivered and clutched at him, not sure she could remain standing. She didn’t even realize when or how her bra disappeared until she felt Chance’s hot, wet mouth closing over one nipple and pulling on it, lips clasped tightly around it.

“Ohhhhh.” Molly tilted her head back and gripped harder at Chance for support. She could feel the wetness at her cunt and the insistent throbbing that began deep in her womb and radiated through her body.

“Your nipples are like candy, Molly.” Chance focused his gaze on her. “Like lollipops. I love sucking on them, tasting them, holding them in my mouth. God, they taste so good.”

He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, then scraped each bud delicately with his teeth. His big hands cupped her breasts, kneading them as he licked and nipped. Molly heard funny little whimpers and realized they were coming from her mouth. If Chance didn’t stop sucking and pulling on her nipples pretty soon, she was going to come before she even got her jeans off.

Clumsily she reached for the snaps on his shirt and yanked, pulling the fabric apart. A soft sigh whispered through her has her hands made contact with the soft pelt of hair on the hard wall of his chest. She scraped her fingernails over his flat male nipples and was rewarded with a guttural sound low in his throat.

She felt his fingers busy at the button and zipper on her jeans, then she was lifted and placed carefully on the bed. Chance’s eyes glittered as he yanked off her boots and stripped the jeans down her legs, tossing them aside. He bent forward and gripped the lace edge of her bikini panties with his teeth, slowly dragging the fabric away from the curls covering her mound. His hot breath fanned against her, and a shiver chased itself over her skin.

“I don’t just want to see all of you. I want to taste you.” He ran his tongue across the top edge of her curls. “Every mouthwatering inch.”

In seconds her panties were gone, his hands had spread her thighs and his eyes fastened on her pussy with evident hunger.

“Jesus, Molly. You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. I have to have a taste.”

He pressed the lips open with his thumbs, leaned down and lapped the length of her slit, his groan of delight pulsating in every muscle. Heat sizzled everywhere in her body, and she knew she was wetter than she’d ever been. When he took her clit gently between his teeth and tugged, tiny spasms rocketed through her, a small orgasm that made her wrap her legs around his neck and pull him closer.

His tongue probed at the entrance to her channel, lapping up her cream, then flicking her now very sensitized clit. She wanted him inside her. Wanted more. But apparently he was bent on teasing and tormenting her.

“Please, Chance,” she begged.

“Please what?” His voice was like warm molasses running slowly over gravel.

“Please…you know.”

He put his mouth right over her pussy and laughed, the sound an erotic rumble. “I’d love to please you, but you have to tell me what you want.”

“You’re killing me,” she cried, tightening her legs around him.

“Tell me what you want, sugar. Be real explicit.”

“I want you to…fuck me.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He chuckled again, a slow, lazy sound. “But I have a lot I want to do before we get to that, sugar.”

He unwound her legs from his neck and bent them at the knees, planting her feet on the mattress. Stretching her arms out, he placed them on either side of her head.

“Just like that. Stay just like that. Don’t move. I want to watch those gorgeous breasts and that juicy cunt while I finish taking off my clothes.”

Chapter Three

She heard the snick of his belt buckle being unfastened and the swish as he pulled the belt through the loops. He toed off his boots, his eyes never leaving her body, then disposed of his jeans and boxers. Her own eyes widened when his cock sprang free, long and thick and swollen, the head a deep plum color, the sac of his balls hanging heavy beneath it.

Holy shit! He made Boyd look like a toothpick in comparison. Her pussy muscles clenched at the thought of receiving that hot erection in her body.

Chance dropped to his knees, clamped his hands on her thighs and spread them apart as wide as he could. When she felt his tongue stroking her again, Molly arched her hips off the bed.

“Inside me,” she panted, “Please.” And for a moment her mind strayed.

What is with me? I never, ever talked to Boyd like that. He always said it offended him. Was he like that with his other women?

But then she couldn’t think any more, because that very educated tongue was thrusting in and out of her pussy, licking her slit from end to end, flicking over the exquisitely sensitive knot of her clit. She was so aroused she was sure if he kept it up, she’d come again. And in the next instant she knew that was exactly what he had in mind. His tongue pushed in and out of her faster, harder, and one hand moved so his fingers could lightly pinch her clit.

Chance was like a maniac, sucking the pulling and stroking, never letting up for one moment, until the first spasm began to roll through her. She thrust her hips at him more forcefully, and he responded by sliding one hand beneath her and lifting her to his mouth. His busy tongue never stopped as ripple after ripple shuddered through her and the muscles of her cunt clenched around his tongue.

The only time he lifted his head was when she moved her arms so she could grab onto him with her hands.

“I said don’t move them,” he warned and smacked her bottom lightly.

The light slap, rather than bringing her orgasm to a crashing halt, sent unexpected tremors racing through her and the intensity of her spasms increased. As the climax broke over her fully, she pushed her hips at him as hard as she could and cried out while her body shuddered and his tongue lapped up her cream.

She was still panting, her body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, when the last aftershock subsided. Chance rose from the floor and leaned over her, his face coated with her cream, the scent of her musk mingling with his in an erotic blend of perfumes. When he kissed her, she tasted herself on his tongue and lips, and an electric thrill shot through her.

“I could eat you up with a spoon,” he murmured against her mouth. “But of course, then we’d never get to anything else.”

Shifting her position on the bed to make room for himself, he climbed up beside, pausing for a moment to bite gently at each nipple. Molly had already had two orgasms yet her body still felt primed, on edge. Something deep inside her that apparently had been sleeping for a very long time had awakened and filled her with an unfamiliar craving for more. Much more.

He hovered over her, bracing himself on his hands. “You liked that little slap I gave you, didn’t you, Molly? No, don’t look away,” he ordered when she turned her head. “I felt the heat surge through you.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “I wonder what else you’d like.”

She was wondering the same thing.

“Do you know how I really like my sex, Molly?” He stared into her eyes as if his gaze could drag the answer from her.

Finally, she stammered, “H-How?”

“Hot, heavy and hard. I want to spank that gorgeous ass until it turns red and the heat streaks into your juicy little cunt and makes it flood with your lube. I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you senseless.” He drew in a ragged breath. “Does that frighten you, sweet Molly? I told myself driving here that I’d keep things low key tonight. Not scare you off. Make sure you wanted me as much as I wanted you.”

“Y-You wanted me?”

His laugh was frayed around the edges. “Sometimes I think I’ve wanted you forever. It’s been hell since you came home watching and waiting and wondering…”

“Wondering what” Was she hearing right?
She
was the one with the long distance crush, not him. Wasn’t she?

“Wondering if the time was finally right for us to get together. If your marriage had been such a disaster that you’d be turned off no matter how long I waited.”

And what about yours? Why won’t you even talk about it?

“If life was finally in the right place for us to get together. So let me ask you again, Molly. Does anything I want scare you?” He chuffed a breath and lifted slightly away from her. “If I’m going too fast here…”

“No.” She touched her fingers to his lips. “I mean, no, you’re not going too fast. I just…”

He stilled above her. “Just what? Come on, Molly. Spit it out.”

Heat crept up her face. “I may be thirty years old, Chance, but there’s a lot about…this…kind of sex I don’t know. I’m not…”

Tension stiffened his body. “Do you want me to stop?”

Molly shook her head. “No, but…”

“Do you want more?”

Mutely, she nodded. God help her, she wanted whatever he would give her and then some.

“Then it’s all good.” He let out a slow breath. “There are things I want to tell you…” He stopped, shook his head. “No. Let’s just enjoy ourselves. See how
much
we enjoy ourselves. And you can call a halt any time you want. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered. “But Chance?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“If you don’t fuck me pretty soon,
I
might have to spank
you
.”

He burst out laughing, but then immediately sobered. “Get ready for a hard ride, sugar.”

Chance took her hands and wrapped the fingers around two of the spindles on the headboard. “Don’t move them. No matter what.”

He began a slow journey over her body with his lips and his hands, licking, sucking, nipping, scraping his teeth over sensitive places like her navel and the under slope of her breasts. When he reached her cunt, he took his time pulling at her curls with his teeth, nibbling on her clit, lapping her juices into his mouth.

Molly writhed beneath him, wanting desperately to reach for him, score his back with her fingernails. But obediently she continued to grip the headboard, shivering as wave after wave of lust washed through her.

Chance was an artist, his tongue the paintbrush, and every place he touched her body he left heat and need. His mouth was hot and greedy on her cunt, his lips and tongue tasting every surface, drinking in her cream. Every nerve ending fired, every muscle clenched, as he drew her up to the edge again and again, only to back down, ease her down, and then start again.

She was startled when he rose to his knees, unclenched her hands from the headboard and draped her gracefully over his lap. His muscular thighs supported her, but it was his magnificent cock pressing into her breasts that totally made her lose concentration.