Giddy Up Cowboy Page 2
“Is your forehead all right?” he asked, looking at the red lump forming.
“I just got hit by some falling ice, it’s no big deal.” I touched it lightly and winced.
“I’ll get you something.” He moved toward the kitchen before I could protest.
He came back with a bag of frozen peas. I couldn’t suppress my laughter.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, shrugging. “It’s all I have.” He applied it to the tender spot and I made to take it from him. Our hands touched and it made me gasp slightly at his warmth. He hesitated, his mouth trying to form words before taking his hand back. The air between us grew incredibly tense.
The sound of the coffee pot filling up distracted both of us. Dillon rushed to the kitchen and seemed to take longer than needed to pour the coffee.
“Sorry I don’t have anything to put in it,” he said as he brought two steaming cups into the living room.
I tried not to make a face. I liked it so I could barely even tell it was coffee anymore. “It’s fine.” It wouldn’t do to be rude. I took a sip, and even though it was bitter, at least it was warm.
“Uh,” Dillon started.
I looked at him and was surprised at his demure manner as he looked down at the floor.
“You can change out of those wet clothes if you want, borrow a shirt or something… I figure you must be freezing.”
I hesitated for far longer than I should have. Was that a good idea? Just the thought of donning one of his shirts, surrounded by his scent, was enough to stir my desire again. At least my icicle like clothes kept that at bay. “Um…”
“I’ll be a gentleman, I swear,” he said, looking at me finally. “Unless you don’t want me to,” he added, joking. But there was a darker flash hidden behind his humor, almost as if he were testing the waters.
Or that could have been my imagination. It was getting to the point where he could have dived right in and I would have been fine with it, welcomed it actually. It’s been a while since I had a man touch me, felt the pressure of his weight above me, between my legs…
“All right,” I finally acquiesced. He disappeared into his bedroom for a minute and returned with a red button down flannel, soft from years of wear and washes. I took it and went to change in the bathroom. I stripped, questioning if I should at least keep the underwear. I decided not to at the last minute. A naughty thrill went through me. I guess I wanted something to happen to some degree. His shirt hung down to my mid thighs, the sleeves swallowed up my hands. I blushed as I noticed my nipples poking through the fabric. I gathered up my clothes and took a deep breath before stepping back out into the living room.
Dillon waited for me on the couch, sitting on one end in freshly changed clothes. He wore a blue flannel shirt with the top two buttons undone and a pair of well-worn jeans, a little looser than the previous ones he wore, disappointingly.
I gave him a meek smile as I shuffled over to the fireplace and set my wet clothes out to dry. When I turned around he was looking down at his cup of coffee a little too intently. I’m sure I just gave him quite a show, though unintentionally. What a gentleman, I thought. Though his modesty was driving me a little crazy. I couldn’t believe a man like him could be shy at all around a woman.
I sat at the other end and he offered me a blanket. I took it and curled up under it. I located my cup of coffee on the side table and took another long sip of it.
“Are you always this nice to the ladies?” I asked. I assumed he didn’t have anyone in his life, though I don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to me until now. I saw no ring at least.
“There aren’t too many ladies around here to be nice to, if you’ve noticed. None as pretty as you, at least.” He grinned and glanced at me before looking away.
I raised my eyebrows and bit my lip to keep from pouncing on him. This is too much! “So, there’s no sexy cowgirl in your life? I find that hard to believe.”
He shrugged. “There used to be, a while ago. But no, no woman in my life right now.”
“That’s a shame.” I shifted, holding my cup in both hands. “A man like you…”
He raised an eyebrow and looked sideways at me. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “Come to New York, you wouldn’t be able to keep women away with a stick. Hell, you might need a stick right now.” I tried to make it sound like a joke, but there was a tone of truth in there I know I failed to hide.
“You don’t say,” his grin widened. “Perhaps I don’t want a stick then…”
“What exactly are you proposing there, cowboy?” I peered at him over my coffee cup, my heart racing. Was this really going to happen?
“You’re not exactly unattractive yourself there, little lady. Especially in my shirt. It was probably a mistake to give you that.”
I had to set my coffee down before I dropped it. His shyness was falling away and it caught me off guard. The pressure between my legs intensified and I could feel myself growing wet. Already it was better than the dreams I had the previous night. I let the blanket fall away from me. “A mistake? Why whatever do you mean?” I stretched my legs out across the couch, my feet almost touching him. I kept my legs together, only parting them slightly for a moment to tease him.
He let out a long breath, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. “Darlin’, I don’t think you know what you’re doing to me.”
“I think I have an idea…” I unbuttoned the top button. The chilled air made my nipples stand at attention again. I was already past the point of no return. I wanted this man, needed him, and the sooner the better.
He looked at me, his eyes savoring me from the tips of my toes, working their way slowly up my body until they stopped at my eyes. They were dark, full of hunger and need stronger than my own.
Excitement raced through me. I wanted him to touch me, to feel his lips on me, feel his weight on me… I undid anther button and he licked his lips.
“Well, if you insist,” he said, his voice low, breathy. “I can’t be a bad host now, can I?”
We met in the center of the couch in a crash of lips and bodies, his hands going around my waist. I raked my hands through his damp hair. His kiss was gentle at first, but soon pressed hard against mine. I opened up to him and he plunged his tongue into my mouth.
A small moan escaped me as he pulled me closer against his hard body. I dragged him down on top of me on the couch and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hardness pressing against the fabric of his jeans. Another groan escaped me as I started to grind my hips against his bulge. His hand wandered down to my thigh, rubbing it softly teasing at the hem of the shirt as he kissed me. His lips wandered down to my chin then to my throat. Chills raised goosebumps across my skin.
“Ah,” I gasped. I didn’t know how much I missed a man’s touch until now.
My desperate sounds spurred him to slip his hand beneath my shirt. Slowly it made its way up past my waist to rest on my ribs just below my breast, teasing me.
I wriggled under him, anticipating. He flicked his thumb over my nipple then, then again before finally cupping it, his strong fingers kneading. I dug my nails into his shoulders. The wetness and heat between my legs grew almost unbearable.
My hands found the waistband of his jeans and I unbuttoned them. I touched his hardness through his boxers and a deep noise escaped his lips. I explored the outline of his shaft through the material, admiring the length and considerable girth, wanting it inside me…
“If you keep doing that, I won’t last much longer, little lady.” His voice sounded strained. His breath was hot against the skin of my neck. He drew back slightly, pulling away from my curious hands. He grasped the edges of my shirt and pulled them apart, snapping the buttons. I could hear them clattering across the floor. His mouth practically devoured my breasts, fully exploring one before conquering the other.
My back arched, my body full of aching need for him to fuck me. “Please,” I begged, my voice coming out in a whisper.
Closer and closer his lips circled my wet slit, and I writhed under him. “Please,” I begged again. I couldn’t stand it any longer.
Finally, I felt his hot breath above my clitoris. I tried to raise my hips up to meet him but he pulled away. I let out a frustrated sigh. When he did close the distance, an intense wave of pleasure raced through me, escaping in a long moan. “Yes,” I cried out.
His warm tongue licked my throbbing nub in long, deliberate strokes. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me. I ran my hands through his hair again. He increased the speed and pressure of his mouth and teased my opening with one of his large fingers. I was so wet I was dripping onto his couch.
“So wet,” he said between strokes. He inserted his finger into me in a slow, torturous move. I arched my back again. So close to the edge. My head rolled back as I basked in the waves of pleasure. He began to pull his finger out again, agonizingly slow, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, I want you in me!”
“So demanding,” he mused as he came up to kiss me again. I could taste my juices on his lips. “But if that’s what the little lady wants…”
He drew back once again and ripped his shirt away. I watched with hungry eyes as his hard, toned body was exposed. Why didn’t I do that sooner? I’d been so caught up in everything else it hadn’t crossed my mind, and boy did I regret it. A light spattering of hair decorated his chest, trailing down to his stomach and lower. I bit my lower lip as he pulled his boxers down and set his erection free. Thick and hard, I went to reach for it once again, but he stopped me.
“Not if you want me to last…” He tried to make it sound blithe, but the strain in his voice betrayed him.
I obeyed him. Anything to feel his thick cock inside of me. He leaned down over me, his lips brushing mine. His length pressed against my lips and I started to grind my wetness up and down his shaft. When the anticipation was almost too much, he shifted his head to my opening, circling it, teasing me yet again, going in half an inch before pulling away.
A tense, frustrated sound escaped me. And then he pressed into me, sliding gradually inside of me. My breath caught in my throat. I tightened and released my walls around him, savoring the feel of him finally inside of me. I groaned, long and deep and he let out one of his own. Once he was all the way in, filling me up to the hilt, he stayed there for a moment before he began to draw out of me again, excruciatingly slow. Once he was almost out of me, he slammed into me, hard, all the way in, causing me to see stars, in a good way. I let out a yelp and he drew out again. He went in slow, then drew out fast. The change in rhythm drove me crazy. Just when I thought I had a handle on my orgasm, I would lose it just to start all over again, drawing it out longer and longer.
“Please,” I begged again. I needed a release. I looked up into his eyes and he just grinned.
He leaned down over me, his weight crushing me into his cushion, and he kissed me long and deep as he pushed into me in a more steady rhythm. My orgasm built up once again and I was almost to the edge, the pleasure overtaking me. I moaned with each thrust. He felt so good, filling me up to the brim. He angled his body so it rubbed against my clit. He slammed into me then, hard, faster and faster his moans becoming animalistic. I lost it, climaxing in a loud groan. I swear my vision blanked for a second as I rode the intense tidal wave of please. A moment later he convulsed, releasing his hot seed inside of me. I tightened up around him as he did and he shuddered, collapsing on top of me. It was hard to breath but I didn’t mind.
I held him close as he rested his head on my shoulder, his length still inside me. His shoulders heaved and I could feel his heart beat through his chest.
It took me several more seconds to find my voice again. “Whoa,” was all I could manage to say.
“That’s an understatement.” His voice rumbled through his body. He slid out of me, shivering as he did so. He sat up and sunk back into the cushions, his head leaning against the back. His eyes stayed closed for a minute as he caught his breath.
I laid back on the couch, still reveling in the afterglow. The air felt chillier with his absence. I gazed at him, admiring his perfect form, his half hard cock still slick with my wetness rested against his stomach. I licked my lips, wanting to fill my mouth with him.
He peeked his eyes open and peered down at me. “What?” he asked, when he saw me admiring him.
I gave him a devilish look that told him I wasn’t done with him yet. I shifted onto my stomach and crawled towards his lap. He just watched me quietly, but he tensed when I reached out to touch his length. “You’re insatiable, aren’t ya?”
“You can tell me to stop if you want.”
“Why would I want that?” He brushed my hair to the side.
I smiled and trailed a finger down his shaft. It started to grow hard again and I raised an eyebrow. “My, aren’t you virile.”
He grinned. “I do get lonely out here at times.”
“Hmmm…” I moaned as I brushed my lips across his delicate skin.
He let out a long sigh. His hands balled in my hair, keeping it out of my way. Such a gentleman. I flicked my tongue out, licking his tip. He shifted his hips slightly. In a long line, I licked a trail from the base of his shaft to the tip before taking him into my mouth. He moaned slightly and I eased him further in. I bobbed up and down, sucking him hard as I stroked with my hand. I teased his balls lightly with my fingers. It didn’t take long for him to grow rock hard again.
I drew back and looked up at him. “I’m going to ride you cowboy.”
He raised his eyebrows, and smiled. “Well then, giddyup.”
I kissed a trail up his chest, sucking on his nipples, then his neck. I mounted him, straddling his waist. It was my turn to tease him. I hovered above him, kissing him deeply. His big hands encircled my waist. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I was still wet from before, but the heat returned once again, the need to feel him inside of me. I grinded against his shaft, my lips spreading for him.
“My turn to be tortured, huh?” He bit my lower lip.
“Exactly.” But I didn’t have anywhere near the willpower he had. I wanted him inside of me. I grasped him and guided his penis to my opening. I lowered myself onto him, slow and steady.
He moaned, his hands tightening around me. When he was all the way inside of me, he leaned me back so he could kiss my neck. His arms wrapped around me, his muscles flexing.
Back and forth I ground my hips, keeping him deep inside of me, the angle made his shaft press against my g-spot. Intense waves of pleasure quickly built again, threatening to consume me too soon. With my hands, I pressed his wide shoulders back against the couch. I used my legs to ride him, his thick shaft going in and out. His strong grip helped lift me up and down. He leaned down and sucked on my breasts, taking the nipples in-between his teeth, biting them lightly. His right hand left my hip and he pressed his thumb against my clitoris. I gasped, the double pleasure putting me near the edge.
He started to grind his hips as well, his own pleasure reaching a climax. “Scream for me,” he said, and it was almost a growl.
The primal-ness of it pushed me over the edge and I let out a loud moan as I orgasmed.
He let out his own as he came inside me again. He shuddered with his release. I kissed him deep and ground slowly against him as we rode the waves of afterglow. His hands rested on my ass.
“Yee-haw,” I teased him and he laughed.
“Why, little lady, I believe you can join the rodeo.” He nibbled along my jaw. “You certainly have the talent for it.”
I smiled. “I could say the same about you.”
“You have no idea,” he said darkly.
A thrill went through me. “Well then, I guess there will be more riding in my future.”
He laughe
d, a rich hearty sound. “I’ll make a cowgirl of you yet.”
I couldn’t wait. Perhaps the south wasn’t as bad as I had thought. He might make me a country girl yet…
Ride ‘Em Cowboy
Ever since that night I spent with the handsome cowboy, Dillon Allistor, I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind. My body ached for him like no man before…
Perhaps the country wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Only thing is, I’m not so sure I want to leave now…
A short story, about 6,000 words. -->
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Make Me Forget
The world was never the same once the Other Kind revealed themselves to the public. All of a sudden all the fairy tales, the legends, were true. Fey, werewolves, and all magical creatures in-between are real. But the ones that really intrigue me are of the immortal dead kind: vampires.
There is something that draws me to them. Dark, mysterious, sexy… dangerous. Ever since I was dumped I wanted to live a little, get out of my comfort zone, and I finally found the perfect way to do it. But I may have gotten in way over my head.
Caiden is all of the above and more, and for some reason he has set his sights on me. He says he’ll help me forget my boyfriend, forget the hum-drum of my life, make me feel alive. Everything that I want at the moment. But I am a mouse wandering into the lion’s den. Am I really ready to live life that close to the edge?
An erotic short story. -->
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