No Strings Attached [Climax, Montana 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  “I hope you didn’t eat too much,” said Jet.

  “I wish,” she said with a groan. “There was so much food, but I was too nervous to eat. All those relatives staring at me, wondering when I’d be calling them to rescue me. As if I’d ask for help!”

  Lila absently stroked Rascal’s fur. She’d braided her hair a few hours back, and it lay over her right shoulder. He wanted it loose while she rode him, her breasts peeking from between those blonde waves.

  Not yet. Think of something different or you’ll go off the road.

  Jet made the sharp turn onto the north road. He wanted to race at eighty miles an hour but instead took it steady. Lila was quiet for once. Contemplating what they were going to do? He glanced over. The soft snores he’d heard did not belong to Houston. Lila had slumped against the door, out like a light.

  Jet bit back a groan, then chuckled. With his bad luck, she might not wake up until morning. He parked near the kitchen door and let Rascal out. He helped Houston up the stairs and to the far bedroom, as he said he needed sleep. Rascal was waiting when he came back for Lila. When he lifted her from the truck she curled her arms around his neck in total trust.

  It hit him, hard. Few had trusted him, or vice versa. Her scent drifted to his nose. He hadn’t been this close to a woman’s bed in so long he didn’t know if he could trust himself to let her sleep. Yet he had no choice. This was about what Lila needed. He followed Rascal to her room. The dog curled up in his own bed in the corner with a long-suffering sigh. Jet laid Lila on the bed. He couldn’t leave her in her dress. She’d complained about the spanking, telling him how easily silk wrinkled.

  Take off her boots and her dress, then tuck her into bed and leave.

  “Easy for you to say,” he muttered.

  It wasn’t as if she was a meek virgin. She and Houston had enjoyed a good time that afternoon. But she was asleep, and had not agreed to him touching her. He would not violate her trust. If she woke up, all bets were off.

  Her boots came off fairly easily, and the thigh-high stockings. Since she was out cold, he took his time admiring those painted toenails. They were chipped, and there was an unpainted line near the bottom. He figured that meant it had been awhile since the polish was applied. Did she hide other signs of femininity from the world? He took off his own boots and socks since he’d have to climb on the bed to get her settled. Just in case, he removed his new shirt as well. Since no one was around to complain he unzipped his new Wranglers to release the pressure on his straining cock. He knelt beside her and began unbuttoning, starting at the top.

  Lila wore a lace camisole underneath her green dress, and a bra beneath that. He folded back her dress, gently lifting her to tug it out from under her unresponsive body. He hung it in the closet, buttoned up the top and waist, then went back to the bed. Lying on her back, arms spread in invitation, she was a temptation he found difficult to resist. He winced and removed his jeans completely, leaving him in tented boxers. If she was going to wake, she would have by now, so there was no reason to be in pain.

  She couldn’t be comfortable in that tight bra. Could he take it off while leaving the camisole on? It had a front closing. He unlatched it, then eased her breasts out. Now what to do? He looked closer, skimming his fingers over her white skin. Her nipples hardened as he watched. The straps ended in little slots on the bra, which meant they could be unhooked. That done, he slid the bra out. Her breasts settled with the help of gravity. The thin camisole hid very little. He could see every bump around her nipples, which stood up proudly.

  That left her in the camisole and a thin shoestring dividing her ass in two perfect globes. The ass Houston had spanked on the way to the party. A groan escaped. The front of his boxers sported a wet circle where his cock touched.

  He folded down one side of the bed, pushing the sheets and comforter well back. He scooped her up, then carried her around the bed. He cursed. The way he held her, her feet faced the head of the bed. He had to climb up and, on his knees, maneuver in a circle until her head was above the pillows. Then he gently set her down. She rolled onto her right side, all ready for spooning. Her curved back led to that green shoestring thong. He moved her braid out of the way so she wouldn’t get tangled.

  He couldn’t leave her alone like that. He was pretty dang tired as well, having slept in a truck for many nights. It wouldn’t hurt to slip in behind her, would it? He had his boxers on, and her thong did have a narrow band covering her pussy. He curled his left arm over hers. Her soft, full breast filled his palm as if made just for him.

  She murmured and snuggled her ass into his crotch. He adjusted his boner to ride up between her cheeks so she wouldn’t break it, and so he couldn’t accidentally slip into her. She sighed and relaxed. Sweet temptation of the hardest kind. As in his cock. He pulled the covers over and tried to relax.

  He lay awake for a long while, fighting natural instincts. He had his arm around a woman he wanted to get to know from brain to belly to toes. He was a man and had faced far worse things. The worry about finding a safe place for Houston to heal, and a job to go with it, was gone. Now that he could relax, exhaustion took its place. He snuggled closer to her, breathing in her hair. Eventually, sleep took him away.

  * * * *

  Lila’s shoulder tickled. Still half-asleep, she shrugged it away. When something scraped across her breast, she slowly turned her head. Jet was curled at her back, asleep, with his hand curved around her breast over her camisole. His hand twitched, the way Rascal’s foot might. She doubted Jet was chasing rabbits in his sleep. She felt her hip, finding the string of her thong. She reached her fingers farther. Boxers.

  There was a handsome, intelligent, arousing man holding her. One who’d made it clear they were going to have sex as soon as they got home. Instead, she must have fallen asleep. Jet had undressed her, put her to bed, and fallen asleep behind her. That was so sweet of him, considering he’d implied he was going to attack her like pirate plunder as soon as possible.

  Sweet was lovely, but it wasn’t going to solve the throb between her legs.

  Should she wait for Jet to awaken her with kisses? Go back to sleep? Or take charge? Her parents wouldn’t be back before morning, the only light came from the night-light in her bathroom and…she moved her hips. Something nudged back. Oh, yes, he was aroused. She had thirty condoms to use up this month or lose a dare. That meant one every twenty-four hours. She’d been overwhelmed earlier, totally forgetting about birth control. But now she was in her right mind, and time was a’wasting.

  Lila lifted Jet’s arm and snuck from underneath. He rolled onto his back, head to the far side, still asleep. One part of him was waking up, straining against his boxers.

  She took a quick trip to the bathroom, washing, brushing, and stripping. She grabbed the box from under her clean towels and returned to the bed, leaving the light on and the door ajar. She stood there, box under her arm. He’d splayed out while she was gone, arms and legs wide. Her nipples crinkled at the sight. How could he sleep with that thing so hard? Was he having a wet dream? If so, was it about her?

  She stepped closer. Her thighs rubbed against her pussy, making it purr. Black hair on her pillow, face turned away. Massive shoulders, lightly fuzzed chest and arms, narrow waist, and a nasty pair of boxers in the way of a cock rising to salute her. Did she really want to do this, now, with Jet?

  Oh yeah, she wanted this. Wanted him. Now!

  She slid her finger under the cardboard edge of the condom box. TJ had supplied extra-large, of course. She took out a string of six. She ripped off one packet, set the rest on the floor, and tip-toed over. There was an opening in his boxers at the front. She should be able to get his cock free. With luck he’d think he was still dreaming.

  It was good he was flat on his back. Riding him would put her in control which was, of course, the best place to be. Even if he woke, she might be able to keep riding, as her thighs were strong from gripping horses. She knelt on the bed to Jet’s right. He
made a noise, almost a moan, and twitched. She froze. He coughed, shifted his shoulders, and was quiet again.

  She hesitated. It wasn’t right. Either she had to let him sleep, unmolested, or wake him before jumping him. Though he must have been horny, he’d undressed her and put her to bed, snuggling behind her.

  And now he was the one out cold while she was as horny as a cat in heat.

  She had to wake him. But how to do it so she stayed in charge? She leaned over to pinch his toe. Just before her fingers touched, her nipples brushed against the hair on his thigh. She inhaled a gasp.

  “If you don’t do something soon, I’m going to.”

  She jerked around. His eyes rose from her breasts to her face. She’d thought her nipples couldn’t get any harder. She was wrong. She clenched her pussy muscles, hoping he wouldn’t notice. She had to pretend she was totally in charge.

  “Good, you’re awake,” she said, straightening. Her heart pounded but she kept her face calm.

  “I’ve been awake since you rubbed your ass against me,” he complained in a growl.

  “Why didn’t you say something?”

  “Wanted to see how far you’d go. Why’d you stop?”

  He shoved the pillow away to clasp his hands under his head. His eyes roved over her. Heat followed.

  “I couldn’t touch you without your permission,” she explained, dropping her eyes.

  He slipped off his boxers, tossing them aside before lying down once more. His cock rose like a mast from a nest of inky curls.

  “You’ve got it. Start touching. Now.”

  Her breasts swelled under his appreciative gaze. “Promise me you won’t move.”

  “Can’t promise that. I will promise to help you come.” He looked at the packet in her hand. “Good. You remembered this time. You know what to do with that?”

  She gritted her teeth at his referral to her stupidity, as well as the insult.

  “We learned how to apply one in health class. Will you promise not to laugh?”

  “Lila, the last thing a man wants to do when he’s naked, and there’s an equally naked woman about to put a condom on him, is laugh. If you don’t get a move on and cover me, I’m taking over.”

  “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll do it.”

  She’d seen videos of women doing this using bananas. Could she do it? Why the hell not? He was right. If he laughed, she’d leave. And neither of them wanted that.

  She crouched between his legs. He moved his knees to make more room. She grasped his cock. It jumped in her hand, something fruit didn’t do. She pinched the tip of the condom to squeeze out the air and placed it on the thick head. The shape was way different from a banana, but she could handle it. She leaned over and put her lips on his cock. Using her lips, she slowly unrolled the condom.

  “Oh, my…!”

  She looked up. He grimaced as if in agony. His elbows almost touched above his nose, muscles straining. She fought a grin and kept on going as far as she could, finishing the job with her fingers.

  “Bleah,” she said, sitting back and wiping her mouth. “Latex tastes terrible!”

  Jet’s reaction was worth the nasty taste. He opened his eyes.

  “Next time, warn a guy if you’re going to put your lips on him. If I’d come, and I was close, you’d have to wait for that ride.” He exhaled. “I’d still use my tongue and fingers on you.”

  “So, you liked it?” she asked. He didn’t bother answering. “That was my first time.”

  “Got any other surprises for me?”

  “Maybe,” she replied saucily. “I’ve read a lot of books.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Erotic books?”

  Heat flashed up her chest. “Um, yes.”

  “Ménage? BDSM?”

  She bit her lip, but nodded.

  “So, you know all about safewords, Dominance and submission?”

  Her ears and cheeks stung so much they must be on fire.

  “Bondage? Butt plugs? Floggers?”

  She was too embarrassed to look at his face. She concentrated on the way his cock pulsed. Her pussy matched him, throb for throb.

  “Lila,” he asked in that slow, deep, arousing way, “do you want to be tied up? I know you like to be spanked.”

  She twitched, refusing to answer. Could he see the heat in her cheeks and ears? He chuckled. Yeah, he could.

  “We are going to have us some fun,” he said. “You riding, cowgirl? Or do I take over?”

  The thought of him taking over pulled her focus back.

  “I’m in charge, stable boy.”

  She grasped his hot cock, meeting his laughing eyes with a glare. A woman with smaller hands wouldn’t have been able to circle him. He shifted, bringing his legs flat, his ankles about six inches apart. She knelt on either side of his hips and slowly lowered herself onto him. Her tissues stretched to accommodate his size as she took him in. Inch by inch, slowly bobbing, sinking farther each time.

  She wasn’t as wildly aroused as when she’d taken over Houston’s cock, and Jet was thicker. She took her time, enjoying every moment as she slowly sank down.

  “Oh yes,” she murmured. “This is exactly what I want.”

  Chapter 16

  Jet groaned as Lila’s tight pussy grabbed his cock. He gripped the headboard’s spindles to keep from reaching for her. She was new at this, and uncertain in spite of her tough-girl image. This had to be her show, so he’d let her think she was in charge. If that meant he had to almost kill himself to keep from coming, so be it.

  She sighed once her clit touched his groin. A proud smile lit her face. She was gorgeous when she smiled like that. Even without it she was still beautiful. He loved the outside of her, but she had internal grit, which mattered a lot more. She leaned forward, palms on his ribs. Eyes closed, she ground her pussy against him.

  What else did he like about her that had nothing to do with sex? Concentrate!

  She could cook. At least, that’s what her aunt said. Whether it was true or not was something he’d soon discover. He’d also heard she was a dead shot, could rope anything, and ride all day, working as hard as the men.

  She tilted her head up, eyes closed, hands on his chest, and rubbed herself up and down his cock. Again, and again, and again. So slow it was torture.

  Think of something else!

  Riding. Yes. He’d ridden a few horses in his time. Just like Lila was riding him. No, he used a saddle, while she rode him flesh to flesh. She sat up, gripping him with her pussy muscles. Tarnation!

  He’d better last more than eight seconds or she’d demand a new ride. He went for her nipple with his left hand and used his right on her clit. Her orgasm hit, and she gasped and went wild. He grabbed her hips to help control her wild slamming, for both their sakes. Finally, she began to slow her frantic movements. His turn. He shoved up with his hips and slammed her down with his hands. Her orgasm continued, or another one started. He didn’t know, or care, which. Nothing existed but white-hot need.

  Finally, spent, he relaxed his hold. She moaned and slumped onto his chest. Both of them panted as if they’d run a marathon. He brushed the hair off her face, finding a wide, satisfied smile. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting her to stay right there, breast to chest. She felt good. Right. He pushed away the thought.

  “Oh, my,” she said, still gasping for air. “Is it always like this for you?”

  “What, getting out of breath afterward?”

  “No, you doofus.” She poked his rib with a finger. “Does it always feel like you’re wound so tight you’re going to blow up, and then…well, you explode? In a good way,” she added. “A very good way.” She sighed. “That’s worth losing sleep over.”

  His hands slid over her back, from her nape to where her butt cheeks touched his thighs. Most of her hair was still in a braid. He could use it to control her, to direct her head where he wanted. Or, he could unwind it and let the blonde curtain fall over him. He’d soon do both.

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bsp; “It’s never been this good before,” he admitted. He cupped her ass with his palms and squeezed gently. Her skin was so smooth compared to his calluses. “And yeah, this is better than sleep.”

  Her weight gradually increased, and her breath slowed until he realized she was out cold. He’d never had a woman fall asleep with him before. Nor had he undressed one, put her in bed, and curled up behind her in his skivvies, yet never touched more than her breast. He and Houston would be here for at least a month. No matter what happened, he would treasure this moment. Keeping himself inside her, he flipped the covers over her back.

  Lila was far different than any woman he’d known. There hadn’t been many, and those had been short term. He wasn’t one for hanging around, trusting they’d be there for him.

  Trust was a fragile thing. It didn’t break, it shattered. His ability to trust had been stomped into shards as a child. Those slivers were then stabbed into his skin.

  Lila’s family had given her love and affection, things he’d never known. She was surrounded by a stable, loving family. He’d dreamed of that as a child, though tonight he saw the other side of it.

  Every member of Lila’s family had a different vision of what Lila Frost should be. They loved her, but she was overwhelmed by their contradictory demands. Small business owners had to resolve disputes with suppliers. That required a strong, commanding manner. Her uncles encouraged that behavior in all the cousins, yet at certain times they wanted Lila to be a sweet young lady. It wasn’t something you could change with a flick of a switch.

  Lila was desperate to be accepted, so she tried to meet all their needs. It was not only impossible, it set her up to fail, again and again. Because she’d been so busy trying to be what others wanted, she hadn’t thought of what she wanted for herself. As a result, she was wasting her life trying to be a lousy excuse for a man, when she could be a damn good woman.