Rough in the Saddle (8 page)

What
in the hell was she going to do?

Chapter
Twelve

Wrapping
her arms around her waist she stared up at the sky. The moon was full and
seemed so bright and large above her, making her feel almost minute compared to
everything else. She touched her lips, felt them tingle from Travis’s kiss, and
her entire body lit up. She wanted him desperately, and although she’d been
barely working for him, trying to push her desires away, it was damn hard.

She’d
always been in control of her life, in her job, and with everything she’d done.
But with Travis she wasn’t in control. He was. It felt good, but it was also
frightening. She closed one eye and lifted her hand, placing her thumb and
forefinger at the top and bottom of the moon. She pinched it between her
fingers, causing it to disappear for a moment, like she’d done when she was a
young girl in the city, well, when she could even find the moon through all the
lights that surrounded her.

“Why’d
you run from me, Pearl?”

She
dropped her hand as surprise filled her even though she knew he’d come for her.
Pushing away from the side of the house, she turned and looked at Travis. His
hands were in his jeans pockets, and the light from the house illuminated his
silhouette.

What
was she supposed to say? Should she admit that she was afraid of her feelings
for him, that he made her feel alive and she barely knew him? She had been a
one-night stand to him, and now was his housekeeper. Was she here to be his
little pussy on demand? She was nothing to him, so the fact that he actually
came after her made that tightness in her chest ease, but only marginally.

She
wrung her hands together and looked down, not knowing how to respond. She
certainly couldn’t tell him that she wanted him more than just sex, that she’d
been spending time with him, well, in his home, learning little things about
him, seeing the pictures of his life, and she felt like she knew him
intimately. Or could she? She just didn’t want to be made a fool. He stepped
forward until there was only a foot between them. His body heat seeped into
her, and she felt the chill start to leave her.

“Pearl,
answer me.”

What had he asked?
She licked her suddenly dry lips
and noticed he watched the act.

“Why
did you run, sugar?” His voice had dropped an octave, and the normally rough
timbre now seemed like a low growl, but held a touch of softness as he used
that endearment.

Her
heart was beating so fast.
Can he hear
it? Does he know the effect he causes in me, the feelings I have for him that
seem so wild and reckless?

“I—”
She looked down at her hands again. His finger on her chin brought her head up
and she was looking into his eyes. “I think about you … a lot,
Travis.”He
searched her face with his gaze, and she felt
herself feeling stupid over the whole situation. No doubt at any moment he
would laugh her off, tell her that whatever delusional feelings she had were
just that … delusions. That, of course, was not what happened. A gasp left her
when his mouth latched onto hers.

His
kiss was hard, demanding, and when his hands landed on each side of her face,
tilting her head to the side, controlling her so that she was helpless against
him, she felt herself melt even further. Was it even possible to fall in love
with someone in only a short time? Although she didn’t think she was in love
with him, her emotions were strong, too strong for her to feel comfortable
about so soon like this. Travis Sterling was every kind of bad for her, every
kind of good. At this moment, at this exact time, all she could think about was
how his mouth on hers was doing wicked things to her body.

He
walked them backward, turned her around so the cold, hard surface of the side
of the house met her back. Travis pressed his chest against hers, sandwiching
her between him and the house. His hands slid down her hips and around so he
was cupping her ass. God, it felt so good to have him touch her, hold her, and
consume every part of her. He gripped the edge of her shirt and slowly dragged
it up until it was bunched under her breasts. Then he pushed her pants and
panties down her thighs before she could object.

Hell,
who was she kidding? She had no intention of objecting to this. He dropped down
to his haunches so that his warm breath blew across her now bare folds, and she
stared down at him, her heart in her throat and her desire making her feel
drunk. His swallow was audible, and the groan that followed was deep and filled
with an arousal that matched her own frantic one.

“Spread
your legs, sugar, let me see that pretty pussy of yours, the one I’ve been
thinking about, and jerking off to images of.”

She
sucked in a lungful of air, tried to stem off the dizziness in her body, and
finally did as he asked, no, ordered. He gripped the back of her knee and
brought it over his shoulder. His mouth was suddenly on her cleft, his tongue
parting her folds as he ate her out. Pearl let her head fall back on the house,
closed her eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of him devouring her. His hand on her
ass started to squeeze the flesh at the same time his tongue dipped into her
opening.

Travis
fucked her with his tongue, and it took everything inside of her to hold
herself up. The hand that had been gripping the back of her knee snaked between
her thighs and as soon as his thumb touched her clit she came. A low, mewling
cry left her, and she speared her hands in his hair and shamelessly ground her
pussy into his face, loving that he made this low, animalistic sound against
her.

The
grip she had on his hair was hard and she knew it had to hurt him, but his
groans spoke differently, spoke of him enjoying the pain as much as he gave her
pleasure. He gave her pussy one last long lick and stood. He kept his hands on
her ass and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of his
erection press into her belly. He pressed his lips against hers, ran his tongue
along the seam before plunging into her mouth. She tasted herself on his
tongue, and it was a potent mixture that had her moaning in his mouth and
wrapping her arms around his neck. But before her hands could connect he was
taking a step back.

“Baby,”
he whispered, and she closed her eyes, loving and hating what his voice did to
her body. “I could devour every part of you, make it so there wasn’t anything
left, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“God,
Travis.” Her response was breathy, and even she could hear the need in it.
Damn, she really was pathetic. Her eyes were still closed, but at the sound of
his zipper going down she snapped them open. There was deep need reflected on
his face.

“I
want you on your knees, hands behind your back.” His command was rough and held
no room for argument.

Pearl
swallowed, feeling her pulse increase and her pussy become wetter. Her pussy
clenched for something substantial, for something that only Travis could give
her.

“Don’t
think, just do as I say.”

The
way he was exerting his dominance, like he just expected her to submit, was
offending, but also so damn arousing. She dropped to her knees and felt the
soft grass buffer her from the hard ground. The thick jut of his cock was right
in her face, and she looked up at him.

“Hands, sugar.”

She
brought her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together, feeling
adrenaline pump through her veins. Her whole body started to shake, but it had
nothing to do with the wind blowing around them, or the chill in the air. The
way he looked down at her, how he ran his fingers along the edge of her face,
tracing her cheekbones, her chin … it was like he could see right through her.
Hell, they had been around each other for such a short time.

It
wasn’t just about needing
this man because he turned
her on like no other, or because she couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was
about Travis, the man that brought out these emotions she’d never felt before.
Pearl saw herself falling harder and deeper for Travis, and she knew if she
didn’t stop herself she would fall hopelessly for him. That scared her, and she
didn’t like feeling as though she had no control over where her emotions or
life were going.

He
took himself in hand and brought the head of his cock to her mouth. The tip
brushed against her lips, and he commanded her to open with just a look. She
immediately complied, feeling the need to submit to him like no other.

“That’s
it, pretty girl, suck it just like that,” he grunted.

A
gentle pressure of her teeth on the upstroke, a hard suction on the down
stroke, and she was desperate to have him come, to taste his flavor. She used
her tongue to tease the crowned head, to suck at the slick pre-cum that spilled
from the slit at the tip, and to move her tongue back along the thick vein that
ran on the underside. He groaned his praise, told her how good she made him
feel, what a good girl she was.

“Yeah,
baby, just like that, sugar.”

His
words spurred her on until she was bobbing her head, doing exactly what he
liked because she wanted his cum in her mouth. He may have her on her knees,
submitting before him, but at this moment, with his cock in her mouth, she held
the power. His hands tangled in her hair, keeping her head immobilized as he
slowly thrust his hips forward, causing his dick to slide in and out of her
mouth.

“God,
so fucking
good
.”

She
lifted just her eyes to stare at him, his cock still in her mouth. His head was
downcast,
his eyes half-lidded and completely focused
on her lips.

“Watching
my cock slide in and out of your mouth is such a turn-on, so fucking hot I’ll
fill you with my seed, and make you swallow it all.” His hands tightened in her
hair to the point of pain, and she moaned in approval.

Humming
around him, she sucked with more enthusiasm. He buried his shaft all the way in
her mouth, holding still for a moment as he breathed out heavily. His balls
rested against her chin, and then he was coming. He pumped his spunk down her
throat, made her swallow it all, and she wanted more.

When
he pulled his softening cock from her mouth he gripped the base and ran the tip
along her lips, and smeared his semen around, growling low in his throat. “I
want you drinking up every last drop.”

She
stared up at him when he moved his cock away from her. Neither of them moved
for several long seconds. He gripped her arms and helped her to stand, pulling
her into a tight embrace against his hard body. His throat worked as he
swallowed. “I need to have you in my bed, under me with nothing on, and my cock
buried in your tight little cunt.”

And
just like that she was lost, gone for this man, as all common sense left her.

Chapter
Thirteen

Pearl
collapsed against the bed in Travis’s room, panted hard, frantically, and
stared up at the man that watched her like he wasn’t nearly done with her yet.
The sweat coating her body had the sheets beneath her sticking to her skin, and
she pushed them the rest of the way off. Travis had taken her back to his room,
licked every inch of her body until she was a pooled mess of arousal and need
beneath him, then made her come for him again.

But
he touched her now, ran his hands over her flesh, over her arms and legs,
breasts and belly, and it was like he couldn’t get enough of her. She had
assumed a man could only come once, but not Travis, not when she’d taken him
back to her place, and she knew that it would be the same tonight. He had shown
her exactly what kind of stamina he had.

“I’m
going to lick your skin, taste and memorize every part of you, baby.”

She
turned and looked over at him. He was now beside her, his focus on every part
of her, his grin positively panty-dropping … if she’d been wearing any. She
followed the lines of his muscles, hard, defined, hardworking muscles that
showed exactly the kind of manual labor this man did for a living. He had no
tattoos, no piercings, just had dark, golden and sun-kissed skin from working
out in the sun.

A
smile curved her mouth when she felt his finger trace a line along her arm,
over her breasts, and continued downward until he was circling her naval. His
touch was soft but suggestive. When he moved closer his breath was warm as it
brushed along her nude body, sending chills throughout her core. He licked at
her throat, and she arched her neck, allowing him better access. He continued
running his tongue over her collarbones, down her breasts, never missing an
inch of skin, and she felt his mouth suction onto her nipple. His tongue was
seductive as he traced the outline of her areola. Her body was heating all over
again despite the fact she’d already climaxed.

He
let go of her breast and moved to the other, doing the same wicked things to
her with his mouth and tongue. After that he went lower, licked her belly,
moaning as he sucked off all the perspiration he’d
causedon
her flesh.

“I
want to do something with you, sugar.” Travis’s words were muffled against her
belly, and she arched against his seeking mouth.

“
Mmmm
.”
At this point she couldn’t even
form a coherent word.

“Will
you let me, Pearl? Do what I want to do because you trust me with your body,
your pleasure?” Travis moved his hand down her belly and between her thighs. He
spread his fingers through her folds, causing a slow burn to build within her.

She
was ready for him again and didn’t bother trying to pretend otherwise. She
spread her thighs so he could stroke her harder, more thoroughly without any
obstructions. One of his fingers dipped into her pussy and thrust into her in a
few long strokes. He pulled the digit out and slowly slipped it between the
cheeks of her bottom. Oh, she knew what she wanted as soon as he ran the tip of
his thick finger over her anus.

With
his mouth still suckling at her breast he said, “I want to be here, baby. Will
you let me slide my cock in this tight little ass of yours, make you scream and
come as I pump you full of my seed?”

Her
breathing increased as he slipped the slick finger into her ass slowly, obviously
seeing if she’d say no. “I want you in all ways.” And Lord help her she meant
those words. It was strange having this kind of arousal, this kind of sexual
need for a man that was a virtual stranger to her, but the fact remained she
did want him, like a fiend needing a fix.

He
groaned, slipped another inch into her ass, and she involuntarily clenched
around the digit. A few pumps into her body
was
apparently all he could handle because a second later he pulled it out and
urged her onto her belly. Of course she rolled over without any hesitation. She
wanted Travis in any way possible, and just knowing he wanted her in that
little taboo hole sent her body into a frenzy.

Just
like that Travis could get her worked up to the point she would have begged him
for anything. He was this cowboy that was about to rope her into an act she’d
only ever done once, an act she’d never really enjoyed, but one she was dying
to try with him again.

“
Darlin
’, I’m about to fuck your ass so good and hard that
you’ll only ever think about me when you sit down.” He gave her right cheek a
swat with his big palm and did the same to her left side. “Tell me you want it,
Pearl.” His mouth was on her back, his tongue sliding down the length of her
spine. “Tell me you want my big fucking cock plowing into this hole of yours,
making it my own.”

She
felt his lips at the top of her ass and his hands cupping the mounds, squeezing
them to the point where pleasure and pain became one. He squeezed the flesh
like he couldn’t get enough, like he wanted to take it for his own and make
everyone know that this was his … that
she
was his.

“Yes,
Travis, God yes, I want that. I want you to fuck my ass.”

He
made a strangled noise against her back and then the heat of his body left her,
and she heard a drawer open and close. Seconds later he pressed his chest
against her back once more. He pushed the hair off her neck, kissing the skin
that was exposed. He used his hand to squeeze one cheek of her ass, and then he
pushed away from her. A second later he was spreading her ass to reveal her
anus. His finger smoothed something cool and slick over the puckered hole, and
she bit her lip as flames of unexpected pleasure shot through her, lubing her
hole so he could fuck her good and hard, like he’d promised.

“God, baby.”
He slipped his finger inside of
her slowly and groaned. “You have no idea how hot it is seeing you spread like
this, all mine, about to be filled with my cock and cum.”

She
made a muffled noise and buried her face in the sheets as he pushed the lube in
and out of her hole using his finger. He removed the digit and replaced it with
the thick crown of his erection only a second later. He was insatiable, craving
her like he couldn’t get enough, and she
was loving
every second of it. He was so hard, and maybe it was the fact he was going to
screw her in the ass, but he felt so much bigger, thicker and longer.

“Give
me your hands,” he said in a hard tone, his voice taking on this slightly
deeper twang as he issued the command.

She
complied right away, wanting to, and he gripped her wrists with one of his
hands at the small of her back. He held her immobile as he started to slide
into her ass, fucking her bottom like he had every right to.

He
does. Dammit does he have every right because you gave him control.

There
was resistance as he pushed back into her, through the tight ring of muscle and
then he was fully buried inside of her once more. He didn’t wait to give her
time to adjust to his massive size as he claimed her ass. He just plowed into
her until she felt his balls slap against her moist pussy. “Oh,
Christ
, sugar.”

Turning
her head to the side Pearl sucked in a lungful of air and bit her lip, holding
off her moan of pleasure. Thank God his brothers stayed in other houses because
they were loud as hell. The way he was moving in and out of her was driving her
mad with lust. His movements were far too slow, and she wanted more,
needed
more.
“Harder,
faster, Travis.”

“
Yes
.
Fucking hell,
darlin
’.”
The hand holding her wrists
tightened,
and he started doing what she asked. He was
crazed in his movements, pounding into her body like he owned it. The way his
balls slapped against her pussy, occasionally rubbing her clit, was driving her
closer to climax. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to get off
again, and that thought had her body tensing, had her pleasure mounting.

“God,
I’m so close, so
there
.” She lifted
her ass, trying to make him go deeper although she knew it was impossible.

The
hand not holding her wrists snaked up her back and gripped the nape of her
neck, holding her even more immobile. She turned her head as far as he allowed
so she could see him over her shoulder. His gaze was heavy lidded as he watched
his cock disappear into her ass. Sweat glistened on his hard body, and she
wanted to lick it all off.

As
if he sensed her stare he lifted his gaze to hers and started really pounding
into her as they stared at each other. He moved his hand around her waist, down
her belly, stunning her, arousing her. He touched her clit, rubbed the bud back
and forth, and she opened her mouth on a silent cry as her orgasm unexpectedly
tore through her. Her ass tightened around his cock on its own, and he growled
before thrusting several more times into her and then stilling. He groaned as
he came, his whole body tense, strained, his muscles under his tanned skin
flexing and contracting. His moans of completion sounded more like an
animalistic growl that filled the room.

“Holy
fucking hell, Pearl, your ass is so damn tight.” Those words spilled from him
in a rush, and then he slumped over her. He let go of her wrists and braced his
arms on either side of her head. They stayed in that position, his cock now out
of her ass, his cum spilling out of her and soaking the sheets, and his chest
to her back. They were both sweating, panting.

She
felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs. Travis must have realized he
was crushing her because he rolled off of her, murmuring an apology. For
several long moments nothing was said, and the only thing that could be heard
was their erratic breathing.

“Good
thing my brothers live a mile away,” he said and chuckled.

“I
thought the same thing.”

He
laughed harder. “Especially with how hard the headboard was banging on the
wall.”

That
had her outright laughing. She looked at him, saw his serious
expression,
and she sobered slightly, rolling to her side to
face him. “What’s wrong?”

He
didn’t speak right away, just lifted his hand and ran his finger over her
cheek. Surprise filled her at the intimate, gentle gesture.

“What
are you doing? What are
we
doing?”
she whispered and then gasped when he rested his forehead against hers, closed
his eyes, and sighed.

“What
are we doing, Pearl?” he repeated her question softly, and opened his eyes to
stare into hers. “Tell me this isn’t just me,
darlin
’.
Tell me it isn’t just me feeling like I couldn’t handle not having you in my
life, by my side.” He sounded so confused, but so sincere.

“I
don’t know, Travis, but I know that what I feel for you isn’t like anything
I’ve ever felt before. It’s so strong, so confusing, and it ... scares me a
little.”

He
moved his finger along her cheek again, and leaned in and kissed her softly. “I
know, sweetheart. I feel the same way, but I won’t let you go. I can’t, baby.”

She
rolled onto her back, trying to grapple with everything that he’d just said,
what they’d just done, and how she was feeling. She was confused, far more than
what was probably normal for someone, but then again she’d never felt like this
with anyone.

“I’ll
be honest, this is so fucking new to me, so damn powerful and consuming that
just thinking of you walking away sends me into this blind rage.”

She
looked over at him, saw that he was on his back with his hands behind his head.
The light from the bedside table was a muted yellow, casting shadows along his
square jaw.

“No
other woman compares to you, Pearl. No one has ever made me feel the way you
make me feel, especially not in this amount of time.” He looked at her then,
and no doubt he could see the confusion on her face. Had she really heard him
right?

“I … Travis?”
His name was spoken so low that
she wondered if she’d actually said it out loud.

He
looked at her, lifted his hand and ran his finger along the edge of her lips.
She parted them because she couldn’t get enough air.

“I’m
afraid of all of this, of how I feel for you and the intensity of it all.”

“I’m
not good for you, but I can’t seem to stop myself.” A small, sad smile tugged
at the corner of his lips. “But even though I should walk away, let you go
because I work constantly, am not good with commitment, and probably will never
be good enough for a woman like you, I won’t let you walk away. You’re my woman
now, mine, Pearl. I’ve claimed you, claimed this.” He placed his hand between
her thighs, and she gasped.

“God,
Travis.”

His
chuckle was deep and vibrated through his chest. “I know, baby.” He tucked her
against his side, and she willingly curled next to him. It felt so good being
next to him, and the fact that he felt a semblance of what she felt made the
experience even more superb. This was her life, she was really going after what
she wanted, and she wasn’t turning back. She’d never turn back.