Ride Me Dirty: A Cowboy Romance

by Parker Grey

  She walks to a fallen tree, then bends over at the waist, touching her toes. My cock jumps in my pants, because even though it's a seduction move, the innocence in her eyes as she glances over makes something inside me roar.

  I switch my radio off and dismount.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Emmeline

  I'm pretty sure I could use a lesson in seduction. I don't have any idea what I'm doing — bending over in front of him like I'm stretching seemed like it would be sexy, but now that I'm actually touching my toes I feel like an upside-down moron, not a sex kitten.

  Rookie move, I think, and stand up straight. The problem is, they're all rookie moves.

  But Colton gets off his horse anyway and walks over to me. My heart starts hammering, and there's a glimmer of hope.

  Did that... work? I think incredulously.

  "The hell do you think you're doing?" he asks, his voice suddenly low and dangerous.

  My face gets hot at my seduction gone probably wrong.

  "Stretching?" I ask, looking up at him.

  Colton grabs the belt of my jeans and yanks me toward him, his fingers cool against my stomach, and I stumble into him, my hands against his chest.

  "You're a dirty liar," he says, a smile in his voice. "We're alone in the forest and I've been hard as a rock watching your ass for three miles. You weren't stretching."

  He spins me around suddenly, pulling me against him, his lips against the back of my neck.

  "You were asking for it, darlin'," he whispers, his hard, thick length against my ass.

  My eyes slide closed. I feel like my entire body is tingling with anticipation.

  "A girl can't bend over?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.

  He chuckles, his hands under my shirt. He undoes my belt buckle, then my pants.

  "Not you," he says, his voice against my ear rough and gravelly. "Not when you know what it does to me."

  Colton slides his hand into my pants, running his fingers along my wet slit. I moan softly, leaning back against him.

  "And especially not when you're so fucking wet for me," he goes on, pulling his hand back.

  Then he puts two fingers on my lips, sticky with my own juices, and I look up at him.

  "Lick it off," he growls. "I want you to taste yourself."

  I open my mouth and he puts his fingers in, my tongue swirling around them. I taste sweet and a little musky, and I swear Colton's cock gets even harder as he watches me suck his fingers.

  "You like that?" he asks.

  "Yes," I say.

  We lock eyes for a moment.

  "I like everything you do to me," I whisper, still leaning back into him.

  I don't know what it is, but he makes me want to submit completely, open every part of myself to this dominant, powerful man.

  "Get on your knees," he growls.

  I do it instantly, and he's right there behind me, pushing my pants around my thighs. He puts a hand on my shoulders and shoves me forward until I'm bent over the fallen log, right out in the open in the middle of the forest.

  The horses, behind us, are completely uninterested.

  Behind me there's the jangle of Colton's belt. His hand at the base of my neck, pushing me forward, my ribcage pressed hard against the bark of the fallen tree. I grab a stubby branch in one hand, my breath catching in my throat.

  "Everything," he says, his breath coming rough and fast. "There's a lot I haven't done to you yet, darlin'."

  His cock is at my entrance, his thick head between my lips, and I bite my lips, trying to prepare myself. Colton is huge, and the first time hurt. It didn't hurt much or for long, but I can feel my muscles tensing in preparation.

  Then he thrusts all the way in with a single stroke, hard and fast. My knees grind against the ground but it feels incredible, every pleasure center in my body lights up when his perfect, thick cock is inside me again.

  "Fuck, Colton," I whisper, and he pushes me down harder, my forearms against the tree's rough bark. I'm glad I'm still wearing a shirt.

  "You want to know what you do to me, Emmy?" he growls, driving into me again and again, hard and fast. "You make me hard as a fucking rock. You make me lose control until I have to take you right here, right now."

  I can't think of an answer, because he's fucking me hard and deep, finding spots inside me that I didn't know existed until right now and they feel good. I just moan again, breathing hard against the tree.

  Colton is pounding me so hard I can hear his hips slapping against me as he fucks me balls-deep, over and over again, and it's so good, so exactly what I wanted that all I can do is moan, louder and louder.

  I'm under his control. Whether I come or not is completely up to him, because I can barely move. I squeeze the tree branch even harder in my fist.

  "You're gonna come," he commands. It's not a question, it's a statement. "I can feel your tight little pussy getting ready to come, and you're gonna come hard."

  I just nod.

  "You dirty fucking girl," he whispers, and then I come.

  I shout a string of obscenities and try to bury my face against the rough bark of the tree, my body curling in with the force as the orgasm wracks through my body, wave after wave taking hold of me and making me see sparkles. Colton doesn't let up the entire time, fucking me hard and mercilessly, even after I'm completely spent, limp against the tree.

  Suddenly, he pulls out, still hard. I blink in surprise as his hand moves from my back, confused. I wanted to feel him come inside me again, that delicious, satisfying feeling that I made him feel so good.

  Colton steps over the tree, cock out, and I prop myself on my forearms as he holds the base, directly in front of me.

  Oh.

  "Clean it off," he commands.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Colton

  There's still a part of me that expects her to refuse, that thinks Emmy will look at my huge, hard cock covered in her own juices and turn away, because each time we fuck it gets a little dirtier, a little further from what nice, good girls do.

  But this good girl opens her mouth and sucks the head of my cock between her full, plush lips, her tongue swirling around the tip.

  I groan. It feels fucking incredible, and I love her willingness to do these this — tasting herself and sucking my cock on command. Getting on her knees in the middle of the forest and letting me fuck her hard.

  "You like that?" I ask, my voice a rough whisper. "You like tasting yourself?"

  She looks up at me with her big, pure eyes, still sucking and swirling the head of my cock with her tongue.

  Then, in response, she slides her mouth down the shaft until I hit the back of her mouth, sucking her juices off me.

  This time I growl, wrapping one hand around her head, grabbing her hair. I have to fight the urge to push her down until her throat opens and I'm all the way in her mouth, but I don't.

  Not yet. She doesn't need to know it, but I'm being careful with her, because I'd die before I hurt sweet Emmy.

  I pull her back and she slurps my cock out of her mouth, sucking and licking along my shaft, my balls already tight against my body. I'm already so, so close from fucking her but I wanted to watch her do this, have her lick herself off me. I wanted to feel her mouth and watch her submit this way too.

  She keeps going, my hand on her head, only half-controlling her, and I get closer and closer to that edge, her lips and tongue and enthusiasm driving me wild.

  "Emmy, I'm gonna come," I finally growl.

  She takes as much of me as she can in her mouth and just as I hit her throat, I come hard. I hold her head there and she swallows me again and again, eagerly, sucking me down.

  It's fucking incredible. When I finish, she keeps licking and sucking, like she's desperate to get every last drop, and I pop out of her mouth with a slurp.

  My hand still in her hair, I bend down and kiss her. I don't care that I can still taste myself in her mouth, because it means that her mouth is mine just like he
r pussy is mine.

  When I pull back, I let her go. She looks at me, a little uncertain, her forearms still propping her up on the log.

  "We should go," I say quietly. "I'm sure they're waiting for us."

  She nods and pushes herself off the log, pulling up her panties and jeans.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Emmeline

  Colton's dead serious as we take care of the horses, and even though we're chatting about riding, the ranch, rattlesnakes, and the weather, I can tell he's being extra careful not to say anything.

  I get it. My dad's right outside, and even though a thrill goes through me at the thought of doing something while he's out there, I know better than to risk Colton's job and future.

  Together, we walk down the aisle of the horse barn, only a few bare bulbs inside giving off light, and Colton turns them off when we reach the big sliding door.

  Then, in the dark, he catches my wrist, and my eyes go wide.

  Here? Now? I think.

  It's dangerous.

  I'd do it — I'd submit to Colton anywhere, anytime — but this is dangerous for him.

  "We need to be careful," he whispers.

  His thumb strokes my palm, rubbing it hard, the simple sensation sending shivers up my back.

  I nod.

  "Of course," I say, because as much as I want him to take me right here, right now, I know that's a bad idea.

  "Quietly," he goes on. "At night, in my cabin. Keep it secret, Emmy."

  I take a deep breath. There's a small, nervous part of me that's afraid he's ashamed of me, even though I know that's not why we need to keep it secret.

  "Of course," I agree.

  Colton kisses me quickly, then lets my hand go, and we step through the barn doors together.

  My dad is still standing outside, in the paddock, talking to two other ranch hands. He watches us as we walk out together, toward them.

  "Thanks, Colton," he says, a distinct dismissive tone in his voice. "See you at dinner?"

  "Sure thing," Colton says, and walks away, toward his cabin, not even looking back at me.

  "Sweetheart," my dad says, talking to me now. "A word?"

  My heart jumps into my stomach.

  We're halfway back to the house before my dad says anything at all, and when he finally does, it's to talk about the weather. I know it takes him a little while to warm up to the actual topic at hand, so I play along for a bit as we discuss whether it's going to storm tomorrow.

  "Emmeline," he suddenly says as we approach the house, his tone serious. "You know that your mother and I give a great deal of thought to your moral character."

  I swallow.

  "Of course," I say.

  "And I wouldn't want to do anything to besmirch that," he goes on.

  "Yes," I say, frowning. I'm not sure where he's going with this.

  He sighs.

  "I want to apologize for sending you off alone with Colton True like that," he says. "It was inappropriate to have you go with an unmarried man, especially for so long."

  Like I said, he can be really old fashioned sometimes.

  "It's fine, Dad," I say.

  Fine isn't exactly the right word, but he doesn't need to know that.

  "I worry about the effect of having a young, unmarried woman around the ranch sometimes," he says. "Ranching can be hard, lonely work for a man, so if anyone ever makes an advance on you, please let me know."

  I almost start laughing, because Colton ordering me to get on my knees before plowing me is a bit more than an advance, but I manage to keep a straight face.

  "Of course, Dad," I say. "Don't worry, no one's been inappropriate with me."

  It's sort of true. No one's done anything I didn't want done to me, appropriate or not.

  He nods once, seriously.

  "Good," he says. "Cause I'll shoot their balls off if they are."

  Then he walks into the house, and I quickly pray that he's not serious.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Colton

  Emmy doesn't come by that night. I'm disappointed, but I also know it's for the best — if her father is already suspicious, probably better for her to not sneak over right under his nose tonight.

  I see her a few times over the next day, but there's a big group checking in, and she's mostly in the lodge, running the computers, giving out keys, double-checking linens and towels, that sort of thing. I'm outdoors, prepping horses and helping fat old ladies up, getting hot and sweaty and sticky in the Wyoming summer heat.

  Still, every time I see her I stare. I can't help myself. I start taking bathroom breaks just so I can jerk off and think about something else for thirty minutes until I see her again.

  Forty-eight hours after our horseback ride together, I think I'm losing my mind. I fucking hate not being in control, I hate not being the one to decide where and when I take her. It's driving me completely insane, and finally, I can't take it anymore.

  The next time I see her, in the lodge, we're alone. I pull her into the linen closet and shut the door.

  In a second, her legs are wrapped around me, her lips on mine. I press her against the shelves, my cock aching, and she moans softly.

  "You need to come over tonight," I growl into her ear, as quietly as I can.

  She shifts her hips against me, her breath coming in short, quick pants.

  "What about now?" she whispers.

  "No," I say, firmly.

  "Colton, I need you," she goes on, her eyes big and pleading. "I think I'm losing my mind, Colton, I'm so wet for you all the time, and I'm trying to be careful, but..."

  She trails off, and I realize that my hand is already in her pants, sliding underneath her panties.

  Fuck, she is wet, and she unwraps one leg, giving me better access. I push three fingers into her slick channel and she sighs explosively, slumping against the shelves, like having me there is a huge relief.

  Her clit is against the heel of my hand and I start moving my fingers inside her at the same time as I rub her in small, firm circles. My hand is still jammed into her pants, and it's hard to move, but Emmy doesn't seem to notice.

  In seconds, she's sighing and moaning, biting her lip.

  I cover her mouth with my other hand, since I'm a little afraid she's about to scream. I can feel her pussy muscles clenching and fluttering already, getting ready to come and jesus it's hot.

  Hot that she wants me this badly, hot that she just begged me to get her off in this closet because she's so desperate she can't wait another second. I don't think my dick's ever been harder than it is right now.

  Just as she's about to come, I pull my fingers from her channel and move my fingertips back, the heel of my hand still pressing and circling her clit. Emmy makes a small, disappointed noise, but I bite her earlobe and she stops.

  I move my slick fingertips around her other hole, the delicate, puckered bud quivering as I apply pressure.

  "Colton— " she whispers, and I bite her again.

  "You're my dirty girl, darlin'," I growl into her ear. "And that means I want everything."

  She moans again, into my hand.

  Gently, I slide one finger into her ass, just to my first knuckle. I want more, but I can't hurt her.

  I'd never hurt her.

  Seconds after I invade her virgin ass, all her muscles clench at once. Her eyes roll back into her head, and then Emmy comes hard, pressed against the wall, my hand on her mouth and one finger up her ass, and it's so fucking beautiful and perfect that I can barely help myself.

  The moment she's done I pull my hand from her mouth and kiss her, hard, my other hand still rubbing her slowly, my finger inside her naughty back hole.

  I didn't mean to do it. I meant to take it slow with Emmy, for fear of frightening her, but she's voracious. Up for anything.

  "You liked that," I say quietly, pulling my hand away.

  "I told you," she murmurs, her eyes half-closed with satiety. "I like everything you do to me, Colton."

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bsp; Her hands reach for my cock, but I hold them away, open the door, and push her toward it.

  "Tonight," I say again as we both leave the closet.

  We walk in different directions, and as we do, she glances over her shoulder and gives me the dirtiest, wickedest look I've ever seen.

  I wash my hands and jerk off before dinner.

  It's barely dark when the back door to my cabin opens. I'm in my living room, pretending to drink tea and read a book, but I'm really sitting there waiting for Emmy and hating that I have to wait. All I can think about is how she looked, riding that horse — and better, how she'd look riding my cock.

  How she'd look riding me with my cock in her tight, virgin ass, her face flushed with filthy pleasure. How hard I could make her come that way.

  At last, I hear the back door open, then shut quietly. Seconds later she's there in my living room, standing by the coffee table, pulling off her jacket.

  "Sorry," she says, tossing her jacket onto a chair. "My mom wanted to talk about the new comforters for all the cabins after dinner, and I ended up having to go to every single one with her and talking about what pattern would look good there."

  I bookmark my book and toss it on the coffee table. Even though I don't like being the one who has to sit and wait, I can handle it for her.

  Then I put my hands behind my head and lean back, slowly appreciating Emmy's body in the light of my floor lamp. She runs one hand through her hair, still looking a little nervous around me.

  "Close the blinds, darlin'," I command.

  She lets down the venetian blinds and shuts the curtains over them, like she wants to be extra sure we don't get caught.

  Then she stands in front of me and leans forward, her mouth seeking mine. We kiss, slow and hard, though I don't move my hands from behind my head and she looks at me, a little confused.

  I grin at her, because I've just decided something.