Espino, Stacey - Her Cowboy Triple Team [Ride 'em Hard 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

“What am I feeling now?” she whispered, barely able to speak when all her focus was on Grant’s probing hands, inching closer to her breasts.

“Well, your pussy’s wet. That means you’re ready to be fucked.”

When he reached her bra strap, he drew his hands back down, grabbed the hem of her blouse, and tugged it over her head. Her hair fanned down over her back and shoulders in a soft sweep. The cool, gentle breeze felt invigorating against her hot, flushed body.

“Someone will see.” She’d never done anything like this out in the open. It may be dark and their act hidden behind the barn, but they were still out in the open. What if a stray partygoer discovered them?

Grant bent down in front of her, peppering kisses along her stomach as he went. She sucked in her muscles, hoping to appear a bit more in shape than she was. The man was kissing the part of her body she preferred to keep hidden. Hopefully he couldn’t make out her figure in the shadows.

“If they want to, let ’em.” He yanked her jeans and panties down her generous hips until they were coiled at her ankles. When his big, warm hands gripped her hips, she needed the support. Her knees were weak, her senses on overdrive. “You feel like a woman, Kayla. A real woman.”

Then his tongue flicked her clit, and she immediately reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair. He didn’t seem bothered by the sting, going for a second taste. His wide, firm tongue lapped her folds over and over. He probed her, his tongue delving between her moist lips, exploring deeper. She could feel her juices flowing, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body was taking over, making her pliant and willing. Dirty thoughts flitted through her head. Visions of the erotic scenes in her art books came to mind, making her wonder exactly what Grant had in store for her and hoping it was anything but tame.

Chapter Four

Grant was in his element. All the long, dry weeks of craving Ms. Roberts had finally paid off. He’d hoped she would warm up to him eventually but hadn’t expected her to be this responsive this soon. The woman lacked attention and stimulation, and he planned to remedy that.

Her tight little pussy was just as he’d imagined, sweet and ripe. Already her juices coated his lips as he explored and prepared her for what was to come. He could feel her body give way every so often, but he held her steady as he devoured her. Grant had dreamt of eating Kayla’s pussy, but cheap women no longer cut it for him. He’d focused all his energy on working the ranch alongside Matthew once Chase had left home. The only time he remembered he was a man, not a workhorse, was when he saw Kayla in the feed store office.

She was a breath of fresh air with her black eyes and curvy figure. The stick-thin, blue-eyed models and actresses on television did nothing for his libido. He preferred a real woman with succulent curves to get lost in. She had it all—full breasts, round hips, and curvy ass. Grant could lose himself in a body like hers. He had no doubt she’d be able to handle a hard fucking, just the way he liked it.

“You’re killing me,” she cried. She held fistfuls of his hair, pulling when he hit an exceptionally sensitive spot.

“I promise you’ll live. Soon you’ll be begging me for more.”

He’d tend to believe she’d never had her cunt sucked before, but that seemed impossible. What man wouldn’t want to feast on such a fine woman? He could live between her legs if she’d let him. But she acted like an inexperienced lover, not realizing that she had to pass that intense stimulation before she reached the gold. Once she climbed that final hurdle, she’d melt into his face, beg him to stay down on her all night. His goal was to take her to that sweet zone. He only hoped he could hold off from coming in his Wranglers before then.

Grant began to suckle her clit, tonguing it in a nice consistent rhythm. He reached up to play with her tits, slipping under the cups of her bra to palm the full mounds. She was so soft, so perfect. Her nipples were firm buds, and he used them to increase her stimulation. Grant was lost—lost in her scent, her taste, the feel of her skin, and the sound of her urgent panting.

When her breathing became rapid and shallow, her hands no longer pulling at his hair, he knew she was close. Her legs became less stiff, more pliant, and she sagged against the barn. She sighed, the erotic sound spurring him on.

“Grant…”

He didn’t answer, not wanting to break the spell. She was too close, and he had to bring her to a peak. It would ensure she was ready, slick and swollen, when he entered her with his cock. He was painfully engorged, pre-cum leaking in his boxer briefs as he waited for his chance at heaven.

Then came the erratic gasps, her body jolting, her pussy quivering under his tongue. He continued to suck her, guide her through her release. Soon it would be his cock feeling the squeeze of her muscles contracting.

“Oh God!” she cried.

* * * *

Kayla felt boneless. Her orgasm tore through her so powerfully that she felt like she’d run a marathon afterwards. She slumped down, breathless and exhausted. Grant was there to sweep her back up to her feet. He covered her mouth with his with an intense urgency. His tongue danced in her mouth, leaving behind her own unique essence. She’d never experienced oral sex like this. One man had tried, but she felt so ashamed and embarrassed that she had made him stop. Another brought her just so far and then grew bored, leaving her wanting. Her third and final sexual partner never even mentioned anything besides missionary sex.

Grant had just opened up a new world to her. She already realized her sexuality had peaked within the last year but never knew the degree until now. Grant was her first cowboy, and it appeared the stories were true. She wouldn’t be left unsatisfied in his care.

“Now it’s time to pleasure your man, baby doll. This is all for you.” He pressed her hand to his crotch and the thick, rock-hard erection straining behind the denim. Grant unzipped his pants, the sound obscenely loud in their private little bubble.

Before he tried to free that erection, he peeled the cups of her cotton bra down over her breasts, bending over just enough to bury his face in the pillowy softness. He rubbed his stubbled cheeks against her tender skin and then covered her nipple with his hot, wet mouth. Every pull made her eyes loll back in her head. She was already blissfully satisfied, but now a new need built up inside her. Not only did she want Grant to fuck her, but she was certain she needed it to live.

“You keep these well hidden, but I knew they’d be perfect.” He worshiped her breasts, sending a new hormonal rush trickling through her veins. It felt amazing to have a man truly savor her body rather than insult it. Grant made her feel like a goddess, and she never wanted the ride to end.

Then, as suddenly as their whirlwind affair began, he hoisted her up against the barn wall as if she were as light as a sack of seed. His strength and take-charge conduct aroused her. The rough surface scraped her back, and the slight bite of pain combined with her throbbing cunt, making her more desperate for his cock. He pinned her in place with his strong thighs and released his dick from his Wranglers as she kicked off her jeans. She couldn’t see anything with clarity but wished she could. The moonlight and stars gave her enough of an impression to know she’d never had bigger than Grant. His erection jutted up, virile and impressive. She couldn’t wait to impale herself over the thick, hard crest. It promised exquisite relief from the nagging ache between her legs.

Today was a day of firsts for Kayla. She’d never even kissed on a first date before, which had earned her a lot of waiting by the phone never to hear from men again. She’d never had her pussy sucked to completion, and she’d never been fucked against a barn in the heat of passion. She felt like the heroine in a blistering erotic romance scene, but this was actually happening.

With one hand securing her right hip, he guided his cock into her ready pussy. She was so wet, so receptive, so eager to take this man. He groaned when his broad mushroom head entered her. The sound was animalistic, reminding her of the savages men were once their humanity was stripped away. She relished it. Right now Grant was no different than a stud horse, his only goal to bury himself in her heat and fuck. She could handle that because only their coupling could douse the ache deep inside her.

“You’re fucking tight, Kayla. So sweet and tight.”

Inch after long inch, his erection sank inside her, filling, stretching. It had been so long, it was like the first time, and the only time to actually matter to her. Grant had taken the effort to ensure she’d found pleasure, not just himself. She’d thought there wasn’t a selfless lover amongst all the men in the world—until now.

Once fully seated, his hips holding her against the wooden planks, he stopped. She wiggled slightly, craving friction.

“Grant…” she whined.

“Do you still ache, Kayla? Do you want me to take it away?”

She nodded rapidly, unsure if he could see the movement but eager for him to continue.

He thrust his hips in a quick jerk, his dick so thick and long that every surface of her cunt was stimulated at once. “More.”

Even during sex Grant was a tease, knowing exactly what to do to elicit a moan, a sigh, or have her begging for more. He began to drive into her, pulling that massive length of cock out and forging back in. Each powerful pump of his hips forced her against the barn. She grabbed his shoulders to stabilize herself, soon finding her hands wandering, exploring every part of him in reach. He’d shifted into a delicious rhythm, hard and fast, building up the heat in her body. The chilly night air wasn’t even an afterthought.

“You’re mine, Kayla.” His voice quivered as he rode her hard.

As much as she’d love to believe the words, she knew from experience that men said the impossible in the heat of the moment. Gorgeous men like Grant married equally beautiful, young cowgirls, like her brother had. She was just a phase or a conquest he was about to fulfill.

“Yes,” she agreed, playing along but wishing he was hers.

This was her fantasy, one night of reckless abandon. It felt wonderful, liberating, and she tried her damndest not to focus on the consequences. Grant’s thick cock was inside her, thrusting in a vigorous rhythm. She could barely breathe, the pressure and pleasure mounting so quickly she was close to losing all control. Her sounds became louder, the erotic cries surprising her.

She had tried to keep quiet to avoid detection but couldn’t stop herself now. All that mattered was reaching that elusive peak, one she’d never met during sex alone. Was it even possible? She’d already come once under his mouth. Could her body release again so soon? Kayla was certain another exhausting orgasm would kill her, but she still craved it. An orgasm during intercourse would no doubt be better. Grant filling her body was a whole new experience, a connection beyond oral sex. She wanted to be his, learn about his life, his world—dreams, fears, desires, interests. Everything. He was a mystery to her, but here she was, freely offering her body like some common whore. Would he judge her for giving in so soon? This was so unlike her, but then again, no man made her feel the way Grant did. She forgot right and wrong, good and evil, past and present when he turned on his charms.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Hurry up, baby doll. Come for me. I wanna feel you squeezing my cock.” His movements became quicker, more demanding. Every thrust rubbed enticingly against her clit. “Now! Come, Kayla.”

Maybe it was her name on his lips with that desperate edge in his voice, the gruff tone, or the command itself, but she detonated. She came in a blinding whirl of color, light, and sensory overload. Her orgasm exploded from within. She gasped, her pussy taking control as it squeezed around Grant’s dick, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing.

Before she’d come down from her high, he pulled out, quickly lowering her to the grass. She stood there watching him pump his cock until an arch of white ejaculate sprayed to the side of her, against the wall. He groaned, braced one hand against the barn as he caught his breath. At least he’d been smart enough not to come inside her without a condom. She had been so lost in the moment it hadn’t even entered her mind.

“Thank you,” he said.

Was he thanking her for services rendered? She was too scared to ask.

* * * *

Now that he’d spent his pent-up load, his brain began to function once again. The dark reality of what had happened weighed down on him. This wasn’t how he’d planned the evening. Grant wanted to woo Kayla, show her he was more than a flirt. He wasn’t getting any younger and saw the future when he looked into her dark eyes. But now he’d let his dick take over and everything was ruined. She’d probably think he was a playboy, some impulsive bastard who couldn’t keep his cock in his pants. In truth, Grant was the least likely to spontaneously bed a woman out of his brothers and friends. He was quiet, sometimes shy, keeping mostly to work around the farm.

The highlight of his days recently was visiting Kayla. Would everything change now? Would she write him off as a potential mate now that he’d disrespected her? Grant hoped she’d see the situation for what it was—two people giving in to their desires. It shouldn’t automatically lessen any potential relationship or future.

After helping her dress in the dark, he led her through the tall grass to the front of the house where only Matthew and a couple friends remained. Even their parents had headed back into the house. He was glad to see Clay gone. If he had to explain himself now, he’d crack down the middle. He was well aware of his mistake, his ungentlemanly advance on Kayla, and didn’t need reminding.