Cowboy Untamed

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  While he’d undressed, she’d tossed aside the lacy throw pillows and pushed the coverlet to the foot of the bed. Watching the process as her breasts moved seductively and her bottom occasionally swiveled in his direction had turned his cock into a heat-seeking missile. He approached the bed with a single goal.

  She lay on her side, her head propped on her hand and her gaze focused on his package. She cleared her throat. “Very nice.”

  “I need to dress it up before it heads to the party.”

  She opened her other hand to reveal a foil packet resting on her palm. “Will this do?”

  That was when he noticed a box on the lamp table that he’d sworn hadn’t been there the first time he’d walked into this room. “Where’d the box come from?”

  “I hid it under the bed in case Gandalf put up a fuss and we didn’t get to do this.”

  He found that hilarious. He couldn’t help grinning. “Are you saying that the unused box sitting there would have depressed you?”

  “Wouldn’t it have depressed you?”

  “Come to think of it, yes. Thanks for hiding it. But Gandalf is obviously sound asleep, so I’ll take that and make good use of it.” As he started to pluck it from her hand, she pulled it away and sat up.

  “I have a better idea. Come closer and I’ll put it on.” She moved to the edge of the bed.

  He felt as if he could come just looking at her. “It’ll be faster if I do it.” And he needed fast.

  “It’ll be more fun if I do it. Come on over here.” She tore the packet open and set it beside her.

  He stepped within reach and she grasped his cock the way she might hold a hammer. Matter of fact, he probably could drive nails right now. His chest heaved. “Make it quick.”

  A slow smile greeted that remark. “What if I want to kiss you first?”

  “Sapphire, no. I’m too close. I’ll—” Come. She took away his power of speech the moment she licked away the drop of moisture trembling on the tip.

  That was only her first move. Holding him firmly, she closed her lips over the sensitive head and began a slow slide. His cock touched the back of her throat and he clenched his hands, jaw, even his toes to keep from pouring everything he had into her mouth. By damn, he wasn’t going to come until he was buried inside her sweet body.

  She tested him. He called on restraint he didn’t know he had as she licked and sucked. Oh, yeah, and massaged his tight balls. He regretted bragging about his stamina, although he couldn’t imagine a man alive who could easily withstand this. But they’d probably love to try. He loved it, too, despite that the humiliation if he failed would be tough to endure.

  About the time he was ready to surrender, she drew back. Cool air wafted over his wet cock and helped him maintain control while she rolled on the condom.

  She lay back on the bed. “Now.”

  Her husky voice hummed in his ears as he climbed onto the mattress and leaned over her. “You’re lucky I didn’t come.”

  “You’re lucky I didn’t make you.”

  “Oh, so that’s how it is?” Braced on his forearms, he settled himself between her thighs, poised at the entrance to paradise.

  Her turquoise eyes gleamed with a combination of mischief and desire. “I decided to be nice. I knew how much you wanted this.”

  “And you don’t?” He pushed in a short way and paused while his heart threatened to beat itself right out of his chest. He was about to make love to a woman who fulfilled all his fantasies.

  “I might be slightly interested.”

  “I think you are.” He held himself right there, teasing her with the possibilities. Then he leaned down until his lips almost touched hers. “I think you are very interested.” He gave her an openmouthed kiss with plenty of tongue until she moaned and clutched his hips in an attempt to bring him closer.

  Somehow he managed to resist, although every instinct shouted at him to sink into her heat. She was a challenge and he loved a challenge. Taunting each other made sex fun and she was good at that. But so was he.

  Slowly, he broke away from the seductive kiss. “What do you want, Sapphire?”

  She let go of his hips so she could drag his head down. Then she murmured a very earthy two-word suggestion in his ear.

  “I can do that.” And he drove in deep. He hadn’t expected her to come with one thrust, but she did. Arching her back, she shuddered in the grip of a climax that rolled over his cock. He gritted his teeth against the need to answer with a climax of his own. He wanted to give her one more.

  He waited until she’d caught her breath. Then, as she lay soft and pliant beneath him, he began a relaxed, undemanding rhythm.

  She looked up at him and smiled. “Now you’re showing off.”

  “Uh-huh.” He kept moving.

  “I don’t need another orgasm.”

  “But wouldn’t it be nice?” He increased the pace.

  Her eyes darkened and her body tensed. “I don’t believe this.”

  “Believe it.” He gulped for air as he struggled not to tumble over the edge. “You’re going to come again.”

  Her thighs trembled. “You, too.”

  “Yeah, me, too.” He finally slipped the leash on his control, and as he pumped rapidly, he knew his release was just around the corner. Damn, this was good. Her hips rose to meet each stroke. Any second now they’d—

  The piercing meow from behind the bathroom door penetrated his passion-soaked brain. He paused midthrust.

  “Gandalf.” Sapphire’s voice was strained.

  “Yeah.”

  “We—” She gasped. “We should stop.”

  “Hell, no.” And he pounded into her until they both came in a glorious rush. The cat’s yowls intermingled with their cries, which guaranteed that he’d never forget the moment. But he wouldn’t have anyway. A guy didn’t forget his first time with his soul mate.

  Gandalf continued his serenade as Grady’s brain slowly stopped spinning and his breathing returned to normal. Propped on his forearms, he gazed into Sapphire’s flushed face. He wanted to say something tender and significant, but he hesitated.

  For one thing, it would lose something with the cat wailing in the background. For another, he’d started to mention his belief that they were meant for each other earlier, when they were in the kitchen. Her decision to invite him home with her had made him think it might be time.

  But she’d interrupted him. She’d also looked scared, like she didn’t want to hear that sort of thing. He had to admit it was a little soon to get mushy, even if she was the woman he’d dreamed of during the long winter nights in Alaska.

  He might be better off not telling her that yet. She probably needed time to catch up before he came out with such dramatic statements. She clearly liked having sex with him, so he’d concentrate on that aspect for the time being.

  Smiling, he looked into her eyes. “That was memorable.”

  “No kidding.” She smiled back. “Still breaking new ground.”

  She had no idea how true that was. Taking a firm grip on the condom, he eased away from her. “I’ll go in there and see if I can settle him down.”

  “He seems to have forgotten your agreement.”

  “I intend to remind him.” He glanced at her. “And I’ll also take a quick shower.”

  She laughed softly. “If you must.”

  She looked incredible lying there, all rosy and mussed. “Wish you could join me.”

  “I have a feeling that wouldn’t turn out the way you hope. I’ll take one upstairs. And order our pizza.”

  “Oh, yeah. Pizza.” He suddenly realized he was ravenous. “Get an extra large, okay?” He started toward the bathroom.

  “I will. Be careful he doesn’t sneak out.”

  “No worries.” Getting through the bathroom door without letting Gandalf out or losing his hold on the condom took coordination, but luckily, he’d been blessed with a fair amount of it. He blocked the cat with his foot and kept him back while he slipped insid
e the bathroom and closed the door.

  Gandalf rubbed against his leg and purred.

  “Yeah, you and I need to have a little talk.” Grady disposed of the condom and turned on the shower. “Right after I clean up a bit.” He grabbed a washcloth off the towel rack, pulled back the cat-themed curtain of the tub shower and stepped under the spray. It was a little weak but he figured that was because Sapphire was using the one upstairs.

  That brought up images of her naked in the shower, which made him think of all the fun things they could do together if they were sharing that experience. He had to stop thinking about that or he’d be hard again, and he had to deal with this cat. That was okay, because Gandalf needed him right now and befriending the cat might have tipped the scales in his favor with Sapphire.

  He stuck his head under the water and took a little of her shampoo to lather his hair. She might love his manly scent but he was so over it. As he ducked under the spray again to rinse away the suds, Gandalf meowed.

  “Taking a shower here, cat. Can’t pet you.”

  The rustle of the curtain was followed by a thump. When Grady turned around and wiped his eyes, there was Gandalf sitting in the tub staring at him with his blue eyes. The cat seemed oblivious to the water pelting down on him.

  “What the hell? Aren’t you supposed to hate water?”

  Gandalf padded over and began licking Grady’s leg. His tongue felt like sandpaper but it tickled, too.

  “You are one weird feline, Gandalf. I suppose if I lifted you out, you’d hop right back in. Besides, you’re wet now, so you’d make a mess. Can’t have that.” He quickly used the washcloth while Gandalf continued to lick his leg. By the time Grady turned off the shower, the cat was pretty wet.

  Maybe this wasn’t all bad. Leaning down, he stroked the washcloth over the cat’s long hair, which had darkened to charcoal under the spray. He’d picked out the burrs earlier while Gandalf was eating tuna and now he was able to make some progress on the matted places.

  Gandalf stood tolerantly while he was being tended to. He didn’t protest when Grady grabbed a towel and bundled him into it. Instead he started to purr.

  Grady stepped out of the tub, then sat on the bath mat and gently massaged the cat with the towel. “I can’t decide if you’re the most maddening animal in the world or the most fascinating.” After rubbing the cat until he was damp-dry, he turned him loose. “You finish the job, okay?”

  Sure enough, Gandalf began grooming himself.

  The towel Grady had used for the cat was covered with hair, so he folded it up and took a different one for himself. As he dried off, he talked to Gandalf. “I thought we had an understanding, buddy. I have something special going with Sapphire and I don’t appreciate it when you make noise in the middle of a most excellent roll in the hay.”

  The cat ignored him.

  “You may not be able to relate now that you’ve lost your family jewels, but for those of us who still have ours, using them is important.” He watched Gandalf lick his paw and swipe it over his whiskers. Cute move. “So even if you don’t get why I like that activity, I’m asking you to respect my need for it. If you promise not to meow to get my attention, I promise to check on you whenever I’m not having sex with the lady. Okay?”

  Gandalf looked up and blinked.

  “I’ll take that as your word of honor.” He wrapped the towel around his hips. “I’m going back out there, and depending on when the pizza’s being delivered, I could become intimately involved again, if you take my meaning.”

  The cat made that funny little noise that was somewhere between a meow and a purr.

  “I think you do. Be a good boy.” He slipped out the door and closed it securely. When he turned, Sapphire stood there wearing a silky green robe and a smile. “Well, hello there.” He took note of the way the material draped and decided she wasn’t wearing a bra, which might also mean she wasn’t wearing panties, either.

  “Hello, yourself.” She glanced at the towel around his hips. “Apparently, you took that shower you were so dead set on.”

  “I did. So when’s the pizza supposed to arrive?”

  Her smiled widened. “They’re swamped. It’ll be at least an hour.”

  “You don’t seem very upset by the delay.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Were you by chance eavesdropping on my conversation with Gandalf?”

  “Oh, I might have heard a reference to timing of the pizza regarding certain other activities.”

  His cock rose to attention, which couldn’t be disguised by a towel. “And how do you feel about that?”

  She laughed. “Regardless, I already know how you feel about it.”

  “That’s the thing about guys. We put it all out there.” He stepped closer and loosened the tie on her robe. “Girls, not so much. So guys have to learn to read the subtle signs.”

  “Like what?”

  He ran a finger over her cheekbone. “A slight flush on your skin, a widening of your pupils, a catch in your breath.”

  She shivered. “What else?”

  “Puckered nipples, unless it’s cold.” He brushed his knuckles over the hunter green silk covering her breasts. “Are you cold?”

  “No.”

  “Then judging from what I feel through this material, you’re quite possibly aroused. But there’s only one way to be sure.”

  “What’s that?”

  Parting her robe, he reached between her thighs. His fingers came away wet. He stroked her bottom lip, moistening it with her juices. “Dead giveaway.”

  She looked up at him with passion-glazed eyes. “And what are you going to do about it?” Her breathy question was barely audible.

  “I have a few ideas.” As he backed her toward the bed, his towel fell away.

  “So I see.”

  “I’m saving that for later.” He cupped her face in both hands and nibbled on her mouth. “I really am hungry and since the pizza won’t be here for a while, I’ll have to make do with you.”

  “How you talk.” Her voice quavered.

  “That’s not all I can do with my mouth.”

  She moaned. “I know.”

  “Not really.” He pushed gently on her shoulders. “But if you’ll sit back and relax, I’ll be happy to show you.”

  She sank down to the edge of the mattress and he dropped to his knees on the plush carpet beside the bed. “I don’t think you need this anymore.” He slipped her robe over her arms and it drifted to the bed to fan around her, making her the focal point of delicious pleasure.

  “I love your breasts.” Cupping them, he tasted each nipple and rolled it over the flat of his tongue.

  She shuddered. “That feels good.”

  “And this?” He trailed kisses down to her navel and circled it with the tip of his tongue.

  She drew in a sharp breath. “That, too.”

  Coaxing her thighs apart, he blew on her damp curls. “Like that?”

  “Mmm.”

  He scooted lower and flicked his tongue over the sweet spot nesting among those curls. “That?”

  She moaned.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” Slowly, he began his exploration, beginning with her clit. He made love to it with his tongue. He loved the taste of her, loved the way he made her whimper. Then he grazed that pulsing trigger point with his teeth and finally drew it into his mouth.

  Her breathing grew faster with every stage. Sliding his hands under her bottom, he tilted her hips because he needed... Yes, there. She was like velvet and so hot, so drenched with desire. He explored and probed as she clutched his head and made soft mewling sounds.

  He knew the exact moment when she surrendered completely. Her knees fell apart and she gave up all pretense of modesty. Throwing open the gates, she invited him to plunder at will. He didn’t hesitate.

  He took all she had to give—licking and sucking until the flow of her nectar flooded his tongue and her cries filled the room. He pressed on until she came again, her hip
s bucking and her fingertips digging into his scalp. She called his name. Ah, how he loved that she’d called his name.

  “Enough.” Panting, she leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “Please stop before I die of pleasure.”

  He placed kisses along her damp thighs before he rose up and kissed her fully on the mouth. Their lips met in a sensuous dance flavored by her orgasms.

  The taste of sex seemed to inspire her, because she closed her hand around his still-rigid cock. She broke away from the erotic kiss. “I can’t leave you like this.”

  “Sure you can.”

  “I can’t. But I don’t think I can...reciprocate.”

  “That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

  “No, it’s not fair.” Releasing him, she wiggled back up on the bed. “Do me, Grady. I may not have the strength to participate a whole lot, but at least I’ll know that I didn’t leave you hanging.”

  He smiled. “Honestly, we don’t have to—”

  “Yes, we do! I’ll feel so guilty if you don’t grab a condom and climb aboard.” She held out her hand. “Come on, cowboy. You know you want to.”

  “Nope. I can wait.”

  “But I’m all warmed up.” She put her other hand between her thighs and began to touch herself. “You’ll have a good time.”

  He had only so much willpower. “Yeah, I sure will.” He had a condom on in no time and his body hummed with anticipation. “I’ll make it quick.”

  “Take as long as you like.” She bent her knees to give him a perfect view of heaven. “Now, come on and make yourself feel good.”

  He’d defy any man to resist such an offer. Moving over her, he thrust into her orgasm-slicked channel with a groan of pure happiness.

  “I told you you’d like it.”

  “That was never in doubt.” He put his weight on his outstretched hands this time so he could watch her breasts quiver each time he shoved home. “I want you to come, too.”

  “Don’t think about that. This is for you. Do whatever makes you feel good.”