Gideon, Robin - As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Robin Gideon

But Jared knew. Jared was the answer to the mystery.

  When her fingers were just inches from Jared’s cock, her hand stopped. The disconcerting thought that her body couldn’t possibly stretch to accommodate Jared’s enormous size and solidity flitted unpleasantly along the outer edges of her consciousness.

  “Damn,” she murmured with artless simplicity, “that’s big.”

  “Don’t be afraid,” Jared replied, his tone now raspy with sexual tension. Helen suspected this wasn’t the first time he’d had this conversation with a suddenly anxious woman. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  Helen at last dragged her gaze up from Jared’s erection to his face. She was looking directly into his eyes as she slowly sank to her knees on the rooftop. Through the fabric of her dress, she felt the coarse pebbles beneath her knees. She tried to block this unpleasant sensation from her thoughts. Never in her life had she been on her knees for a man.

  “Oh…” Helen whispered, seeing the solid flesh just inches from her face. “Oh, my.” After a moment it seemed appropriate to add, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!”

  She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the shaft and was surprised to discover that, holding him in her hand, she could not touch her fingertips to her thumb. He was warm and vibrant in her fist, the heat of his cock seeming to pass straight through her palm and into her bloodstream. She began working her fist back and forth over Jared’s entire length, her eyes glassy, amazed that it was actually her own hand that she was watching and not that of a much more daring and adventurous woman.

  Helen felt utterly wicked being on her knees on the rooftop, watching her hand moving slowly back and forth over Jared’s pulsing erection. Doing this sort of thing—having a sexual encounter with a stranger—was simply not something that the person known as Helen Miller would do. She was much too controlling, especially with herself and her own behavior, to be so bold and adventurous. She was a planner and a plotter, a person who took extraordinary pride in her ability to see over the horizon and predict the future. She had designed her life, and passion just wasn’t in the blueprint that she had for herself.

  But she could not have predicted Jared’s entrance into her world, nor her irrational and unprecedented sexual response to him. Jared was the embodiment of the enticing and unexplainable.

  She looked up at Jared, bewilderment swirling in her brain. “You make me want to do things…wicked things…I want to do everything with you. Simply everything. You’re a mystery to me.” She hesitated a moment before adding truthfully, “I’m so confused that I’m not sure of anything anymore, but I think I hate you.”

  Jared did not reply verbally. Instead, he reached down and caught a lock of Helen’s auburn hair. He twirled the hair around his index finger for a moment then eased his fingers into her luxurious tresses. With gentle insistence, he pulled her closer.

  She kissed the enormously engorged crown of his erection then very tentatively stuck just the tip of her tongue out between her lips. She tasted Jared, and the rumbling groan of excitement she received let her know that he appreciated her efforts. She felt his hand in her hair at the back of her neck, and when he pulled with a bit more force, she did not resist. Her lips were forced apart, and a moment later the head of his cock filled her mouth. Helen closed her eyes and tried not to think too much about what she was doing. All she was certain of was that, when she was with Jared, she felt daring and was willing to do things that she otherwise wouldn’t dream of.

  She put her tongue in motion against the underside of the head of Jared’s cock, and her moan of passion mingled with his. Slowly, unsure of herself because of inexperience yet determined to give this dangerous man just as much pleasure as he had already given her, Helen began weaving back and forth, dragging her butter-soft lips over the ridge of the crown and down the shaft, savoring the pulsing power that she caressed with her lips and tongue.

  She heard him groan, and Helen thought with escalating pride and confidence, I’m good at this. I’ve never done this before, but I’m good at it.

  With her sexual confidence heightening pleasantly, Helen used her hand on Jared, her fingers sometimes tightening securely around the throbbing shaft and at other times touching him so softly the contact was feathery. She felt him throbbing with virility. Everything about Jared was strong and powerful, certainly dangerous, even deadly. But however deadly Jared was with others, he was not that way toward her. To Helen, he had shown only tenderness, surprising gentleness, even a protective compassion that Helen knew she had not really earned.

  All of this made her want to give him pleasure.

  * * * *

  Jared released the hold he had on Helen’s hair, standing straight again. He watched the voluptuous woman on her knees, his piercing gaze taking in each individual feature to be memorized and enjoyed at a later date. He could tell that she had not much experience in fellatio, if, in fact, she had any experience at all. But the artlessness of her actions only heightened his excitement. Her mouth was warm and wet on him, her tongue in constant motion, just as he liked. When she nibbled on him, using her teeth lightly against his solid flesh, he could tell that she was experimenting, searching for new ways to give him pleasure. Nearly mesmerized by Helen’s debut performance, he watched how her cheeks hollowed when she drew a tantalizing suction on his cock. And lower still, he saw the extravagantly plump mounds of her breasts swaying slowly as she nodded to and fro.

  Jared tended to consume women, and for the past decade and a half had known many, many of them. Almost without exception, they were quite wealthy, sexually promiscuous, and generally from a family listed on the social register. More critically, they were almost always slender and petite, with trim hips and small, firm breasts, their femininity understated even if their desire for sexual delights was overstated. Helen was the antithesis of what he had always considered necessary in a woman for him to truly desire her sexually.

  He could not keep his hips still. He thrust at Helen, meeting her forward movement, driving his solid cock through her fist and into her warm, wet oral embrace. When Jared invaded too deeply, Helen’s head snapped back, and she looked up fearfully into his eyes for only a moment before resuming the fellatio.

  “You are magnificent,” Jared said, the three words having to be forced out through clenched teeth. A shiver went through his powerful body. “So magnificent that I need more.” He reached down and grabbed Helen firmly by her upper arms. When he spoke, his tone was both lustful and demanding. “I want all of you. Everything. You can’t hold anything back.” He literally hauled her to her feet. “I won’t let you. I want everything you have to give, or nothing at all.”

  The physical comforts of the warehouse rooftop were definitely lacking, but nothing short of the searing fires of hell could have stopped Jared. Helen was looking around for something soft and comfortable, but Jared had other plans, and since he was infinitely more powerful than she, he had his way.

  “Kiss me,” Jared demanded, pressing Helen against the wooden wall.

  He brought his mouth down to hers. As he kissed her, Jared raised Helen’s left knee then positioned his lean hips between her tapering thighs. He thrust forward, pushing Helen backward against the wall. His erection slid against her thigh.

  “Help me,” Jared hissed, his tone bordering on anger, his lips warm against Helen’s face.

  She reached between their bodies, and when she curled her fingers around him again, his cock leapt as though grateful for the assistance. She guided him, and once he was moistened with the lubricating honey of her passion, Jared pushed forward, driving into Helen slowly but relentlessly.

  * * * *

  Helen clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt herself expanding, yielding to Jared’s greater strength and his frightening size. Never before had she needed to accommodate so much.

  He’s too big! she thought, suddenly in a panic.

  And just when Helen was about to beg Jared to stop, just when she was abo
ut to admit the ultimate embarrassment that he was too big and that she—despite her voluptuousness—was too small…Jared retreated. He slipped out of her pussy slowly, with controlled strength, until only the very tip of his cock was still between the tingling lips of her sex. When he was nearly completely dislodged, he waited, pausing several breathless seconds before he again began his slow, relentless invasion. He penetrated her more deeply on the second advance, and even more on the third. To Helen’s astonishment, what had begun as pain had transformed into nothing but pleasure, the most exquisitely satisfying sense of being completely filled she’d ever experienced.

  “Oh, God,” Helen purred, balancing precariously on one foot. It seemed the entirely wrong thing to say, but she had no bearings or landmarks to guide her in these uncharted waters. She laced her fingers together behind Jared’s neck, holding tightly onto him as his thick, deep thrust forced her to yield to his strength.

  With Jared, Helen felt as though she was a virgin again. Or, at least, she felt as though the times that she had taken Gregg’s insignificant penis into her body really didn’t count, as though what Gregg did to her wasn’t sex at all. And then, jarringly, she realized that what she had done with Gregg might have been sex, but it certainly wasn’t making love.

  Helen closed her eyes, amazed at the sensations going through her. She was not a helpless woman, but she felt weak and small when she was in Jared’s embrace. He was so powerful, so thoroughly and completely an alpha male, that she was consumed by his strength. Each thrust, now coming with increasing speed and force, slammed her with measured violence against the wall.

  Each thrust caused Jared’s pelvis to rub against her clit. Helen buried her face in the crook of Jared’s neck and shoulder, feeling the smoothness of his shirt against her cheek in wild discord with other sensations shooting through her body. Jared was thrusting with steadily increasing fury into her melting, accommodating pussy. The sound of masculine flesh colliding with feminine flesh echoed in her ears. Never before had she heard that precise sound so distinctly.

  “Oh, Jared! Oh, no!” Helen suddenly gasped, her tone laced with rising panic.

  But there was really no reason to panic. Jared understood—even if Helen did not—why she was so frantic. The orgasm was so near and approaching so swiftly she really did not have any time to prepare herself for it. Each hard plunge of Jared’s magnificent cock filled Helen completely, shredding her composure. She tossed her head back, oblivious to any noise or pain that was caused when her head struck the wall behind her. Her breasts felt overfull and extremely sensitive, and all the muscles in her stomach tightened to a painful degree.

  And then the contractions began! Like an eruption of pure emotion, Helen could accept no more ecstasy without release. She bared her teeth and bit Jared’s straining shoulder as he plunged into her flexing pussy again and again. She heard him growl as he drove into her even harder than before, gasping at the pain she caused him with her teeth yet doing nothing to stop her.

  Never before had Helen felt so completely overpowered. The sheer, physical force that Jared possessed dominated Helen, yet it did not frighten her, even though there were definitely elements of pain that went along with the pleasure. She skipped seamlessly from the first orgasm to the second one, surprising Helen because she had never before had a second orgasm in an evening, and also because the second was even more powerful and emotionally draining than the first.

  She wanted him to stop then, but she knew that Jared wouldn’t. Now that she had reached her own summit, she was much too sensitive and sore to accept the continuing thrusts. She felt Jared’s hand on her backside, his powerful fingers pressing into her buns, and felt the rough surface of the wall against her hips and shoulders each time she was forced against it. But most of all she felt Jared thrusting into her endlessly, driving deeper and deeper with each thrust until, at long last, he let out an animal sound of passion and withdrew completely.

  As his semen surged through him, Jared lifted Helen, raising her so that neither foot was on the rooftop. With Helen literally pinned against the wall, he released his cum on her abdomen and thighs.

  The savage growl of ecstasy that was ripped from his throat when he could accept no more pleasure was music to Helen. She could feel the heat and stickiness of his cum dribbling down into her pubic curls, and down one thigh. Never before had she known a man as primitive as Jared. He was a dangerous barbarian who dressed as a gentleman. He was a tiger pretending to be a house cat. She adored him with an intensity that was almost idolatry.

  “Thank you,” she said, breathing deeply, “for not coming inside me.”

  When he relaxed his hold on Helen and allowed her to place both feet upon the rooftop, she was not at all certain that her legs were strong enough to support her. Her arms were still around his neck, and Helen clutched at him with what little strength she had left. She was breathing deeply, her body tingling all over, her cheek against his chest.

  “Never…never has it felt…like that,” Helen said between gulps of refreshing air. “Ever. Never ever.”

  Jared kissed the top of Helen’s head, feeling the satiny texture of her auburn hair against his lips, smelling the delicate aroma of the shampoo that she had used that morning.

  “It’ll get even better,” Jared said, holding Helen lightly in his arms. He guided her over to a wooden crate so that she could sit. “Trust me, it’ll get even better. I know what I’m talking about.”

  What scared Helen most was that she believed him.

  Chapter Four

  Sitting on a small, wooden crate, Helen gazed up at Jared as he stood looking down at her. He pulled up his trousers and fastened the waist button, though his belt remained unbuckled. His penis did not entirely deflate, which made it impossible for Jared to tuck himself back inside and button his fly.

  “Leave it out,” Helen said, shocking herself at her own boldness. “I like seeing you that way.”

  Jared gave her a half smile, his eyes glittering darkly in the thin moonlight. He shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to Helen’s wishes, his half-slumbering cock pale against the black, gabardine fabric of his trousers. For a fleeting moment a niggling sense of possessiveness gripped Helen. She suspected she was not the first woman to make such an immodest request of this man. She wondered whether she had the right to be resentful of his previous sexual conquests. A moment later she rationally realized that she didn’t have the right to be jealous—but she didn’t give a damn about anybody else’s rights and privately decided that she really disliked a lot of women she had never known, whose faces she’d never seen…and all because they had succumbed to Jared’s seduction.

  After doing a slow perusal of the perimeter of the building, Jared came back to Helen, his clothes perfectly in order with the singular exception of his unbuttoned fly and the rather visible reason the fly remained unbuttoned. Helen smiled, amused that Jared’s penis, even when he wasn’t aroused, was both longer and much thicker than Gregg’s when at full extension.

  “Stand up,” Jared said, his voice low, his timbre rich. “Stand up for me. I want to look at you.”

  Helen stood slowly, her full-lipped mouth quirked slightly with pleasure as Jared paid special attention to the swaying movement of her majestic breasts. With Gregg, she had always hated being looked at whether she was naked or clothed, but with Jared, his ardent attention made her feel more beautiful and desired than she had imagined possible. Jared’s gaze caressed her, but Gregg’s gaze groped her. The difference couldn’t be starker, and the instinctive response of both her mind and body couldn’t have been more elemental.

  Jared stepped closer to Helen, looking down at her with a new intensity. “Take your clothes off. Everything. I don’t want you to hide anything from me.” With the toe of his boot he moved some of the rooftop’s stones. “You can keep your shoes on, but nothing else.”

  Helen was amused, but still said with a hint of umbrage, “You’re getting demanding.”

  “Ye
s, I am. I’m in charge. You’ll do what I tell you.”

  A shiver went up Helen’s spine. She hadn’t expected this authoritarianism from Jared, and she wasn’t certain how to respond to it. Instinctively, she hated it whenever she had to follow orders, though with Jared, with his commanding presence and his sheer physical size and strength so nearby, she found herself willing to comply. Her pussy began to tingle. Her nipples were visibly more erect. Helen’s mind might have resisted such a blatant Alpha presence, but her body knew better.

  “Hurry,” Jared said. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

  Helen pushed what remained of her dress and camisole over her shoulders and down her arms. A moment later her belt was removed, and then her dress fell around her ankles. She wore only a single petticoat beneath her dress. Her knickers had been abandoned in the alley more than an hour earlier, along with Jared’s hat that had fallen off. Now completely naked except for her side-button boots and white socks, Helen folded her hands over her sex, hiding herself, knowing that she was disobeying this dangerous gunman who could set her body ablaze with passion.

  “That’s one hell of a body,” Jared said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Move your hands. Don’t make me have to ask you again.”

  Helen let her hands fall to her sides. Her heart quickened, and a blush eased over her cheeks, neck, and chest. Jared’s gaze went slowly from her face to her breasts then down to her pussy. His cock began to stiffen, growing longer, thicker, the shaft and head pale and beautiful against the black trousers.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded.

  “What?” Helen exclaimed. She wasn’t certain she liked this sudden dictatorial change in the man that had rescued her.

  “Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

  “W–Where?” Helen felt dizzy, disoriented. Gregg had never asked her to do anything like this, and he was the only man she had any sexual experience with.