Trouble in a Stetson (4 page)

When he stepped back into the room, Lola was sitting on the bed primly, her legs together, smiling at him. “I’m glad you rode in that on big white steed tonight, Sam.”

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He grinned. “More like a big, black truck.” Stepping closer, he took in her skimpy bit of fluff she wore and damn if he didn’t want to strip it right off her over-the-top luscious body.

She stood and closed the gap between them. “No matter how you got here, honey.

You are mine right now and I aim to enjoy it. Take it off, Sam. I want to look at you.”

“They sure grow their ladies bossy down in Mississippi, don’t they?”

Lola reached for the hem of his tee shirt and he helped her by grabbing the cotton and yanking it over his head. She practically purred as she sent her palms over his belly and then up over his chest. “I learned a long time ago that a lady needs to be pushy if she wants to get anywhere in this world. Dang, Sam, you feel so fine. You’re one hard man, aren’t you?”

He didn’t plan to answer that but then he couldn’t if he’d wanted to. Lola planted her lips on his flesh and suddenly talking was the dead last thing on his mind. Her tongue tasted him slowly, lingering over his pecs as her hands trailed down his sides as if she aimed to study every inch of him. Her warm breath rushed over him and his cock did more than twitch this time, growing hard again and then her busy hands found his erection. Slowly, as if she weren’t torturing him with her touch, she gripped his cock and dragged her fingers over every thick inch until finally holding his balls in the palm of her hand.

She flicked her eyes up to him, her eyes at half mast. “Mm. Sam, you are a helluva man, aren’t you? Delicious.” Lola teased his balls gently as sensation rocked him and then finally she released him to push his jeans from his hips. These tiny, teasing touches were killing him so he stepped back out of reach. Sam reached for the heel of one boot and yanked it off to toss aside. When he took care of the other, he shucked out of his jeans and briefs to stand naked before her.

“Ah, man,” she whispered as if to herself. Her tongue swept her bottom lip as she studied him. Sam went hard as a damn stone. Lola’s hot, sweet look took him in from the top of his head to his feet, stopping to linger at his chest, belly, cock and thighs as if 27

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she were memorizing each detail. Sam couldn’t remember when a woman had looked at him this way. So hungry. So eager.

“Your turn,” he managed. “Damn if you don’t look like a present I need to unwrap.”

“Who needs a bow, right?”

He wanted to smile but couldn’t. His mouth went dry when he traced his thumbs under the miniscule straps holding that pink confection to her shoulders. Sliding them down, watching the silk slip perilously down to drape seductively at the ends of her breasts, Sam stepped in to claim her. Again. One careless push and the material fell downward, gathering over hips.

Lola stood there bare from the waist up.

Damn!

Her breasts were the most perfect things he’d ever seen. Reaching out he traced the pale pink nipples, loving the way they hardened instantly. Responsive.

Hell yeah.

His mouth went dry. He’d seen plenty of naked females in his thirty-four years but never one whose body seemed expressly made for sinning.

Needing to taste her, he bent and sucked one into his mouth. Sam settled his hands at her sides just below her breasts and dragged his thumbs over the sensitive flesh beneath those pale mounds. Sucking, pulling, scraping with his teeth, he hungrily ate at her nipple. Lola made a soft yet urgent sound and he switched to the other. Sam wrapped her up in his arms, insinuating his thigh between hers until he pressed against her pussy. It was drenched and hot. Manipulating, pressing his thigh against her wet flesh, he worked her over. He wanted Lola as insane with lust as himself. He’d be damned before he accepted less. Lola took the bait and writhed against his thigh, drenching the spot with her cream.

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Finally Sam released her nipple and settled his lips over her heart. It was pounding hard and fast so he kissed her there as he brought his hands around to tease her belly with his fingers. Snagging the elastic of her panties, he stepped back and tugged until they fell in a tiny puddle around her bare feet.

Lust flashed through his body like lightning.

Lola’s cleanly waxed cunt allowed him a tiny glimpse of her pink pussy. Juices glistened on her labia, tormenting him with the desire to ram home again, deep and hard.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You don’t mind it?” she whispered, sudden uncertainty in her wide eyes. “I had to keep it like this because of my costumes.”

He tore his gaze from the sight of her bare pussy and moved in on her. Settling his hand low to cover the moist flesh, Sam swallowed hard as raw desire burned him. He slid his fingers over her, flicked her clit tenderly, and then pressed it. “No explanation needed. Like I said, you’re beautiful. Everywhere.”

Lola whimpered, closing her eyes.

Sam noticed she wore no makeup tonight. Well, hell, of course she didn’t. She was getting ready for bed when those little assholes started messing with her. He wondered vaguely why she bothered with all the goop. Her lashes were pale but thick, lying against her cheeks and her skin was flawless. Manipulating her pussy, he settled his lips along her long, slender throat to draw her fragrant skin between his teeth as he began to slowly finger fuck her.

Lola moved to meet each stroke until finally she whispered his name.

Not needing an engraved invitation to fuck her, he grabbed her around the waist and backed her up until the mattress settled against her thighs. “Here now, honey. Let me spread you out like I want you,” he said.

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Once she was centered in the middle of the bed, he arranged her as if she were his own personal doll. It was a caveman kind of thing he knew and out of character for him but Sam couldn’t help it. Lola made him feel savage. His cock, protesting the slowness of his actions, throbbed and ached and reached high, almost to his belly but damn, he wanted it to be good for her. He’d never been a guy to suffer performance anxiety but he wanted to measure up to the men she’d surely fucked before.

Sam knew it was lame to think such a thing. Maybe his ex had done a big number on him after all. No, he’d never be a rich man but never let it be said he couldn’t make a woman scream with pleasure. Sam planned to prove his point with pretty, sexy Lola.

“Hurry, Sam,” she whispered. Her legs were slightly spread and her arms were flung away from her body as if just waiting for him so that she could wrap those long limbs around him.

He shook his head. “No more condoms, darlin’. I’m sorry. This is just for you.”

Her sudden smile surprised him. “You don’t strike me as a one condom guy, Sam.

What’s up with that?” She laughed a little then sent a sexy gaze down his body to focus on his cock. That happy camper twitched in response. “See that little table over there with the godawful ugly lamp on it? Open that top drawer, honey, and we’ll get you all fixed up.”

Curious and not about to tell her
no
to anything she might suggest, Sam reached over and opened the drawer to find a black velvet bag with a drawstring top. He picked it up and jiggled it before lifting a brow at her. “What’s this?”

“Just open it,” she whispered in that soft southern voice. “I think you’ll be glad you did.”

Opening the bag, he dumped its contents on the bed and his eyes went wide. His libido did a little two step as electric heat pulsed wild through his veins. Sex toys, all in delicate, girly colors fell from the bag to land on the mattress. “Hell, woman, you’ve thought of everything,” he said, grinning as he plucked a box of condoms, size large, from the pile. “You brought these with you from Vegas?”

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“A smart girl doesn’t leave home without them.” The teasing lilt of her voice coupled with the naughty twinkle in her eyes turned him on more than anything in his entire sexual experience with women.

“I think I’m in love.”

Sam was teasing but he wanted to bite his tongue for saying such a careless thing.

She wasn’t staying in Mesa Blanco and had made that very clear. Lola Lamont was the kind of woman who only needed a man like him for sex. That was the plain, unvarnished truth. She was rich man arm candy and not for him on any kind of permanent level. But damn it, she was here now and he aimed to enjoy her.

“Then come on over here and show me how much.” Her laughter caused Sam an inward sigh of relief. Grinning at her, he pulled a condom from the box and shoved the erotic toys out of the way. “Oh, you got a purple one.”

“Shit, woman! Purple?”

“But Sam, it’s my favorite color.”

He didn’t particularly care if the rubber came in rainbow shades and had pictures of unicorns on them. Sam only knew he could safely fuck her again. Crawling between her legs on the bed, he sat back on his haunches and grinned at her. For a man who was, he knew, more dour than most, it was a surprise to meet a woman who could make him smile. He could handle some of that in his life.

“I could eat you up with a spoon, woman.”

All hint of playfulness disappeared from Lola’s expression as her tongue swept along her bottom lip. She brought her hands up to cup her own breasts. Diamond-hard nipples peeked from between her fingers so Sam went for them. Bending over her, he sucked first one and then the other into his mouth before dragging his lips over every inch of her body. His teeth tested the flesh of her belly as his hands gripped her thighs.

Sending his thumbs on a little quest, he drew them over the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs, groaning to find her damp. Her cunt was delectable. He’d never fucked a woman who was waxed so perfectly. Sam kissed her there, finding the skin baby soft.

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Beneath him, Lola went still.

Sitting back on his haunches again, he parted her legs more, further exposing her.

Damn if he didn’t love what he saw. Her glistening flesh was pink and dewy, soft.

Drawing his fingers over her as if memorizing every sexy little layer, he opened her labia. Her little clit was swollen and so tempting. Sucking it into his mouth and making her scream suddenly became the most important thing in his world. Sam bent to her and licked her there before sending a breath over that wickedly sexy bit of flesh. Above him, Lola sighed.

Concentrating on the delicious task before him, he buried two fingers deep into her pussy. Lola’s back bowed on the mattress and her long, long legs spread out a bit wider.

“Oh, Sam.”

Bending low to her pussy, Sam sucked the morsel into his mouth, alternating the pressure until she was squirming and panting. Her fingers sank into his hair and gripped hard but he didn’t give a shit about that. He wanted to eat her flesh, drink her cream until she flew apart.

In short, Sam wanted to be master of her universe.

Nipping and sucking, all the while fucking her with his fingers, Sam felt the frantic press of her bare pussy thrusting against his face and knew with each whimpering sound that Lola was quickly approaching orgasm. Digging into the task and loving every minute of it, Sam felt her go suddenly still. Moving in for the kill, he flattened his tongue and swept through those drenched layers of flesh once more before sucking gently at her clit. Lola’s quick little scream swept the air as he kept it up, sending her over that erotic edge and then gently bringing her down with a slow lap of his tongue.

Her pussy pulsed against his mouth and vaginal walls clamped down on his buried fingers.

When the only sound left was Lola’s panting breaths, Sam reared up and covered his cock with neon purple latex. He was beyond caring what kind of candy-ass man would wear such a thing as he buried his hard penis deep. Lola moaned and so did Sam 32

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but when she wrapped those super long legs around his ass, Sam thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Savage lust raced through his veins heading straight to his hungry cock. Each hard vaginal squeeze threatened to take off the top of his head and pulsing fingers of pleasure raced down his spine settling in his tightly drawn balls. Frantic to have her, to fuck her hard, Sam grabbed Lola’s hands and settled her fingers around the rungs of the old fashioned headboard.

“Hang on, darlin’.”

Lola gripped the metal and then Sam’s hands did too. For what he had in mind, he needed something solid. Pressing his knees hard into the mattress, he pounded into her giving flesh. Over and over he plunged as Lola’s heels dug heavily into his ass.

It was so good.

Powerful.

The woman rocked his world.

The sound of their flesh meeting filled the room along with Lola’s soft little cries.

“Please, Sam. Ohgodohgodohgod. Now.”

Not about to let the lady down, he picked up speed and force, slamming into her like a hurricane on the Gulf Coast. He battered her until she flew apart beneath him.

Sam couldn’t hold on. He couldn’t. Lashing her with three hard strokes, Sam felt the powerful rush wash over him as he jetted his cum into the condom, pulsing inside her with a force he’d never experienced before.

In the aftermath, Sam came down over her. He kissed her nipples, licked them gently then unwound her fingers from the rungs of the headboard. Swamped with tenderness, he kissed each one then moved his weight from her satiated body. Holding her close, drawing her against him, he kissed her temple.

“Mm,” Lola whispered against his heaving chest. “Wow, Sam. I’m speechless. Do you work tomorrow?”

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“Nope. I’m off. What about you?”

“Don’t go in until early afternoon. That’s good.”

Sam looked at her, touching the long length of her back in a gentle stroke. He smiled. “Yeah, it is. Means I’m staying tonight, darlin’.”

Her arms went around him as she snuggled in. “Not about to argue with that, Sam.”