Cowboy Lust: Erotic Romance for Women

by Delilah Devlin

  “Then why didn’t you—”

  He cut her off with his mouth. A gentle kiss, and he groaned as his tongue parted her lips, teasing her slowly.

  Everything became sensory. All thoughts disappeared as her nipples, hard and sensitized, pressed against his chest, sending tingles of need through her. And against her belly, she could feel his hard cock burning through his denim and her silk.

  Her hands ranged over him, across the bulky muscles of his shoulders, up the nape of his neck to the sexy cowlick in his short hair. Her core convulsed, needing more, ready to take him in, and a flush of heat flowed through her veins.

  Then the kiss deepened, and his tongue stroked hers, circled it, then sucked it gently into his mouth where she tasted the insides of his lips and traced the edges of his teeth.

  He shifted his body, put his hands on her ass, lifted her off the ground, and pressed her back against the van. Then he moved, grinding his hard shaft against her mound, hitting her clit through her jeans at the perfect angle. With each pass, lightning strikes of pure desire rattled through her core and up her spine, melting her brain cells as she drew close to an orgasm.

  She moaned, then whimpered. God, was there room in the back of her van for this big man? She’d be willing to dump her drums onto the pavement…

  “My place or yours?” he asked, pausing the sweet, naughty grinding.

  Panting, she tried to focus on his question. He lived a mile and a half out of town in the foreman’s house on a big ranch. She lived five minutes away… “My house,” she blurted, sounding trampy but not caring.

  He eased her down, grabbed his hat, and held out his hand. “Keys.”

  They reached her place quickly—a little one-bedroom above an insurance office that was closed evenings and weekends. Perfect for a drummer. Or for a wild night of loud, rough sex.

  She fumbled the door keys, then got the damn thing open. He slammed it shut behind them. The space was small, just a landing with steps that led up to her apartment.

  He pulled her into his arms and his kiss devastated her. Overwhelmed her. She had to remember to breathe as he explored her mouth, touching, tasting everywhere. He bit her lips gently, and she bit him back not so gently.

  Her pussy quivered, juicing and contracting, every thought in her brain centering on how to end the torture, how to get him deep inside her. Her nipples pulsed with her racing heartbeat, needing his touch, his lips, his teeth.

  Then he stepped back, panting, his eyes nearly black with passion, his jaw set and his lips hard and flat. “Are you sure, Annie? I can stop now, but once I get you naked—”

  “I’m sure,” she breathed, then pulled her top up and off, not caring how wild that made her look.

  Rafe ripped at the snaps of his cowboy shirt, yanking it off to reveal a perfect chest with a sprinkling of dark hair across his pecs, over his taut abs, and down into his jeans, which strained with his erection.

  She reached out and stroked his chest, then moved lower, cupping his cock through the denim.

  He jerked and howled, and she felt the power of his desire surge through her. Unbuckling, unsnapping, and unzipping, she freed him, and in her hand, the Big Cowboy became massive.

  “I want you inside me,” she groaned, looking into his eyes and seeing fierce, untamed lust. She pulled his jeans down, kneeling in front of him to take off his boots, rendering him completely naked. Then she moved her face closer to his cock.

  It bobbed with each powerful heartbeat, and she needed to taste him. Circling the base with one hand and holding his balls with the other, she licked his head, tasting pre-come in the slit. “What do you want now, Rafe?” she asked, energized with the power she held over him.

  He bared his teeth and made a feral noise. “Suck it.”

  That’s what she wanted to hear. And she did what he asked, taking it all in, swallowing his big cock deep. The circumference was more than she’d ever had, and it strained her jaw. But she sucked, swallowed him, pulled back, and breathed, taking as much pleasure herself in this domination as she gave him.

  “Baby,” he groaned. “You have to stop or I won’t be able to.” He lifted her from under her arms, then kissed her slowly, almost with worship. “That,” he whispered against her lips, “was outstanding.”

  “More?” she asked with a smile.

  “Uh uh. I want to fuck you, hard and fast.”

  A thrill shimmied through her as her pussy clenched and a wave of heat raced through her. “I want that, Rafe. Now.”

  He undressed her, wasting no time on finesse, then turned her over. “Put your hands on the steps.”

  She bent and obeyed, then looked over her shoulder at him.

  Staring at her ass, and lower, at her pussy, his eyes were slits, his nostrils flared, just as she’d fantasized.

  “Kiss me,” she begged, wanting him between her legs.

  He immediately went to one knee and grabbed her thighs, then softened the grip and ran his hands up her legs, over the round cheeks of her ass, and back down to her calves. Then he kissed her pussy, so gently it could have been his breath, but then with more passion, more force. He kissed and licked, nibbled and sucked, until her clit throbbed, wanting him, begging for him.

  “Rafe, please.”

  “Not yet, beautiful. I want to be inside you when you come.”

  She heard rustling, the snap of latex, and then he was standing behind her. “Hang onto the railing.”

  She moved her hand to get a firm grip.

  “Now the other hand. Around my neck.”

  She reached back to do as he asked, excited to see what position they were moving into.

  His hand eased down between her legs and took her by the knee, and he eased her leg up. He spread her, lifting her leg, holding it with the crook of his arm around the back of her knee, her other leg straight, her foot on the floor.

  Annie felt so open, so vulnerable, but she loved every second of it.

  “That’s it, baby, relax. Relax and get your sweet pussy ready for me.”

  His voice rumbled over her, through her, starting her core contracting again and her heart racing.

  “Aw, Annie,” he said quietly as his cock found the opening to her cunt, and he positioned himself at her entry.

  “Hard and fast, Rafe. Please,” she begged, feeling her pussy juices running down the inside of her thigh.

  Then he did it, rammed home, one sure, strong stroke, and he was buried inside her.

  She shrieked, the pleasure overriding the sweet sting of his huge cock in her tight passage.

  “Okay?” he asked, not moving except for the shaking in his limbs and the pulsing of his rod deep inside her.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “More. Harder.”

  His growl echoed in the small space and he grabbed her hair, tugging lightly.

  “Yes. Harder.”

  He obeyed, and the nip of pain accelerated her race toward completion. “God, Rafe. I like it rough. Make me feel it.”

  His hips jerked, and he eased his cock out of her, only to ram it in again, pumping out, then back in, deeper this time. Each stroke was faster than the last, harder, deeper inside her.

  Annie’s body gloried in the feel of him inside her. Her legs stretched to accommodate him, his hold on her hair sending a tingling through her scalp. His cock rammed into her, the friction in her pussy growing hotter, bolder, until she felt herself starting to fly.

  Rafe let go of her hair and slid a finger into her mound, finding her clit and rubbing fast in rhythm with his fucking.

  “Yes,” she screamed, as ecstasy flowed through her body, hot and dark, spinning her mind as flecks of light pierced her eyelids and a high, keening cry escaped her throat. It slowed, and she felt herself drifting down, closer to reality. Rafe adjusted the two of them, placing her hands on the step again, her feet on the floor, spread for his pleasure.

  He moved again, thrusting into her, grunting as he pushed in deeper.

  Annie cried in delight, th
en let loose a shout of surprise when he pinched her clit between his fingers, sending her over the top again, spiraling through space, spinning her reality until she didn’t know where she was.

  But he was there, behind her, holding her, his chest pressed against her back, one hand on the step above hers, the other around her waist. She panted, her head hanging from her shoulders, no muscle left in her body.

  Then he drove in again, his hips slapping against hers as he rammed, deep and fast, into her quivering core. His lips pressed to her shoulder, then his teeth caught her as a shout wrenched from him and he pistoned in and out as fast as his heart pounded. With one last plunge into her, he shouted, “Annie, baby.”

  He collapsed as best he could, his body shuddering as his heartbeat thudded against her back.

  They both took a moment to breathe, to come back to normal—if she’d ever want to be normal again. Then he kissed her shoulder and stood, taking her with him, and turned her to hold her close, stroking her hair as she dangled limply in his arms.

  Without warning, he picked her up and trudged up the stairs.

  She looked up into his face. “Wow.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, wow. Amazing.”

  Stroking his jaw, she asked, “Good for you?”

  His eyes fired with intensity. “Better than good.”

  What was he trying to say with his eyes that he couldn’t say with his mouth?

  He found her bedroom and laid her on the quilt, leaning over her with a hand on either side of her shoulders. “Can I stay?” he asked, suddenly looking unsure.

  “Yes. I want you here all night.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down next to her. “Then tomorrow we can…” Oh, crap, was that too much? She bit her lower lip.

  He stroked her breasts, gently, reverently. “Tomorrow, we’ll go out to my place, sit on the porch and watch the river run past.” He smiled. “Between bouts of lovemaking.”

  Lovemaking? Her heart shuffled in her chest. This wasn’t sex, this was something more. He’d invited her to his house. And he wanted to date her. A smile burst across her face before she could stop it.

  “And what are you grinning about?” he asked, still caressing her breasts.

  “I can’t seem to figure out…”

  “Hmm?” His fingers tweaked her nipples.

  “Why I didn’t grab you up nine months ago.”

  He stopped and looked into her eyes. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

  “Why?” Her breath caught at the serious look in his eyes.

  Taking her hand, he moved it to his chest. “It took me this long to figure out what this is.”

  Annie looked at their hands, pressed together over his heart, and sweet, tender emotion brought tears to her eyes. “Rafe?” She couldn’t believe this was happening.

  “It’s my heart, Annie.” His brow furrowed, his eyes glittered. “And it beats for you.”

  “Are you sure?” What an awful question, but she had to find out why. “How do you know?”

  He smiled and released her hand. “When I woke up this morning, the last year caught up with me. I realized I couldn’t wait to see you tonight. And I’ve never felt that way about a woman. Before you.” Her eyes flooded with tears as happiness choked her. She had it all, now. A rough-riding man whose heart was as gentle as a country love song. She touched his cheek. “Kiss me, cowboy.”

  LADIES LOVE COUNTRY BOYS

  Cat Johnson

  “No, no, no. Please don’t do this to me.” Shaking, Julia Craven realized the power brakes and power steering weren’t working. She fought to control the vehicle as the rental car ignored her pleas. It coasted and eventually slowed to a stop on the shoulder of the highway.

  Pulse racing, she threw the gearshift into park. She twisted the key in the ignition, but got no response. She turned the key again. Still no response.

  “Dammit!” Julia smacked the steering wheel with the palm of one hand and tried to think of what to do next.

  After flipping on the hazard lights, she leaned over and grabbed the rental agreement from the glove compartment. By the light of her cell phone she located a phone number printed on the paperwork and dialed. She had to explain the situation to three different people before she reached someone who could help her.

  “I can call a tow truck, but it could take an hour or two to get him there.” The soothing Texas drawl of the woman on the phone seemed far less comforting as she delivered that information.

  “Two hours?” Julia glanced at the clock on the dash. She let out a huff of frustration. “Fine. What about a replacement vehicle? I need to get back to my hotel, and then to the airport first thing in the morning.”

  “Oh, I don’t know when I’d be able to get one out to you. It’s Friday night.”

  “Yes, I realize that.” If only Julia’s client, who’d scheduled the dinner meeting in the outskirts of Austin, had also been so aware of the day and time. “Can you at least call a taxi to get me back to the hotel?”

  “I’ll see what I can do, but there’s a huge festival in Austin this week. It’s nearly impossible to find an available cab in the city. Forget about getting one to come out to where you are. It could take a while.”

  “What am I supposed to do in the meantime?” The thought of sitting alone in the car on the dark highway, even with the doors locked, was starting to freak Julia out.

  “Is there somewhere you can wait until the tow truck arrives?”

  There was nothing behind her, but she did see lights, and even a Ferris wheel, ahead. “It looks like there’s a fair maybe a quarter mile up the road. I guess I could walk there.”

  “Good. I have the GPS location of the vehicle and your cell phone number. I’ll give you a call when the driver arrives.”

  Thinking she’d just have to make the best of a bad situation, Julia thanked the woman and hung up. She grabbed her bag, locked the car, and started walking.

  By the time she’d reached the source of the lights, her feet hurt, the shoes she’d paid far too much for were scuffed and dusty, and she’d cursed her unreliable vehicle at least a dozen times. As she stumbled to the entrance, the first sign that greeted her read RODEO AUSTIN. There was no attendant in the booth, so she pushed through the turnstile and entered the fairgrounds to see the brightly lit words COLD BEER.

  Tired and thirsty, Julia made a beeline for the vendor beneath the sign. A quick exchange of words, cash, and one big plastic cup, and soon cold frothy brew slipped down Julia’s parched throat. She probably sucked it down faster than she should have, but with the night she was having, she needed it.

  Might as well see the sights while I’m here, she thought. At least it would make for a good story when she got back to the office: Julia’s Great Austin Adventure.

  “So what goes on around here?” she asked the beer vendor. “I’ve never been to a rodeo before.”

  “The events are almost over, but if you hurry you can still catch the tail end.” The server tilted her head toward the building next to the booth.

  Cup in hand, although it was a lot less full now, Julia wandered toward the source of the noise and action. She looked over the railing and down at the dirt-covered arena. The announcer’s voice echoed over the crowd, informing the cheering crowd of a score she didn’t understand the significance of.

  It was the view that really grabbed her attention. Her gaze settled on a line of cowboys. They sat on the top of a rail, facing the arena and laughing as they watched a man dressed in clown makeup dancing to music. The buffet of jeans-clad butts and strong thighs covered in chaps was entrancing. Julia took another sip of beer, but it couldn’t quench the particular thirst the view caused deep inside.

  Who knew she had a cowboy fetish? Certainly not Julia. Then again, when had she ever had the opportunity to see so many up close and personal? Never.

  One man in the group glanced away from the action and up toward Julia. From beneath the cowboy hat, his gaze met and held hers. Julia swallowed hard,
suddenly dry-mouthed in spite of the beer.

  Speaking of up close and personal... She wouldn’t mind getting that way with him.

  She’d been caught staring, but try as she might Julia couldn’t break eye contact. In fact, she might have forgotten to breathe for a bit.

  He smiled, making him look both devilish and amused. It sent her heart fluttering. When he winked at her, her knees nearly buckled. Then he hopped down from the railing, and she lost sight of him.

  She pressed closer to the railing, bobbing her head to see past the row of cowboys closing around her tall, dark and handsome hottie. There was lots of movement, but all she saw was the top of his black hat.

  What was going on down there inside that tiny, railed-in enclosure? More importantly, when would it be over so she could get back to ogling her new fantasy man? Julia didn’t have a clue, and the announcer’s babble about chutes and numbers and percentages wasn’t answering her questions either.

  Frustrated in more ways than one, Julia took another sip of beer. She nearly choked mid-swallow when the gate of the enclosure crashed open and her cowboy bolted out atop a bucking, spinning—not to mention huge and horned—bull.

  The cowboy somehow managed to hang on through all the twists and turns the animal made. She watched in amazement, torn between fear for his life and lust for his body. What was it that had her melting inside from just watching this man do the most asinine thing she’d ever seen?

  The cowboy leapt off the beast and landed on his shoulder in the dust, inches from deadly-looking hooves. He scrambled to his feet just as the animal turned back to chase him.

  Wide-eyed and unable to look away, Julia watched it all.

  Why did this dirt-covered, insane cowboy fascinate her so? Up until now, only pristinely dressed, high-powered businessmen in Armani suits had broken through her sexual walls. This cowboy was making her feel like no other man ever had.

  Why was that? He rode bulls, for God’s sake, and yet she was turned on enough to rip those dust-covered clothes from his body and jump him right here. Maybe it was just the sheer testosterone-fueled manliness of him. Some long-forgotten cavewoman instinct telling her body he’d be a good mate.