Wanton in the Wild West

by Molly Ann Wishlade

  She returned her attention to his form.

  His cock was magnificent. It rose dusky pink and rock hard from his body as if reaching out to the sun. It was thick and long, and she wondered at how it could fit into the tight place between her velvet lips. Surely it would cause too much pain?

  The thought was drowned out by the tingling that was spreading throughout her entire body, tightening her nipples and making her cunny all warm and wet. It was as if the place deep inside her yearned for his length, as if it called out for fulfillment. Need tingled through her like warm honey, arousing her senses and making her as lightheaded as if she’d drunk too much cherry wine. Was this what being with a man was all about?

  But then she remembered. Harry had told her that they didn’t have to try that, hadn’t he? She didn’t have to take him into her body. But she realized that she really, really wanted to, and she would if she got the chance.

  “Can I touch it?”

  He nodded. “Of course. I’d like you to.”

  She moved towards him and reached out to fondle the tip with her thumb and forefinger. She brought her hand away.

  “It’s wet.”

  Harry smiled. “That’s my lubrication, to ease me into a woman, I guess. But it can also get you with child if I get too excited and even more comes out.” His cheeks flushed.

  She frowned at him then raised her hand to her mouth. She licked her fingers and tasted his essence, at once sweet and salty, full of powerful musky masculinity. She liked it. It excited her, awakened something within her that made her want more of him. Her inner muscles tightened. Her body was eager for fulfillment.

  Harry smiled. “You like it?”

  She nodded then reached out and took his cock in her right hand. He groaned as she closed her fingers around him and squeezed. “What should I do? To pleasure you?” she whispered.

  He placed his hand over hers and loosened her fingers a little, and then he began to move her hand up and down his length. Beneath her fingers, his erection was hard as steel, yet the skin covering it was soft as her best silk stockings. And she could feel his power there, at his core, contained energy and pleasure all waiting to be released.

  Harry increased the pace of their hands, and Amber felt his cock get harder. She watched as his eyelids flickered and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat. As their movements got faster, he pushed into her fingers, time after time until he seemed to swell beneath her touch. Suddenly, he froze then jerked, and hot liquid shot from the tip of his erection and landed on the ground at their feet.

  “Oh, Amber.” He sighed, slowing the massaging before gently releasing her hand from beneath his.

  “Was it good?” She asked, wanting to know that she had done well, that she had pleased this golden god.

  He pressed his mouth against her forehead and kissed her. His lips were hot, and the stubble on his chin grazed her skin. His blond hair had fallen forwards, and strands of it now hung over his eyes. It made him look even sexier, like he’d just climbed out of bed. Waking up next to this man every morning would be a pleasure just to see him looking this good.

  “It was amazing, Amber. And now that my … gun has been fired,” he winked at her, “I can concentrate on you without the fear of shooting too soon.”

  He reached out towards Amber’s jacket and began slowly unbuttoning it, pausing only to gently skim her nipples, which poked through the material like seed pearls yearning to be polished.

  Chapter Three

  When Harry had finished unfastening the buttons of Amber’s jacket, he took a deep breath. His hands were actually shaking. He couldn’t believe that he was stood in front of her, naked, and that she had just made him come. Her touch was so different from Gideon’s insistent, firm and confident grip. Gideon knew him well after so many years together. He knew how to arouse him and how to make him come with just a flick of a finger or a lick of his tongue. Amber’s innocence and enthusiasm were sweet and tender. His heart leapt at the thought of the fun they could have getting to know each other better.

  But it couldn’t happen. Gideon wouldn’t approve for a start. After what had happened to … to Sylvia. His throat tightened at her name. Gideon had made him promise that they would stay away from committing to a woman. Women were fragile. They could be broken and hurt and ruined. Besides, Amber had said that she didn’t want to settle down. So there really wasn’t a problem, was there?

  He would focus on the matter in hand. Or rather, the matters that he wanted to get in both of his hands. It was his turn to see her body in all of its glory, and he was fit to burst with excitement. What he could see of her form when it was fully clothed was enough to drive him wild as an unbroken stallion, but he was going to see her glorious curves freed from clothing.

  His cock, which had relaxed following its very recent explosion, now filled again with heat, and he felt it roll against his leg as arousal surged through him. He was surprised at his high level of arousal around Amber. Only Gideon had ever made him feel that way, so alert and ready for action.

  He parted the front of her jacket and stared at the full mounds of her breasts beneath her gauzy chemise. He had seen how they wobbled with the movement of the train, and he had struggled to keep his cock from getting hard as he’d sat opposite her. He’d even resorted to covering his eyes with his hat because he’d been unable to stop staring at her.

  Amber’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and he realized that she was both nervous and excited. He reached beneath her jacket front and cupped her with both hands, marveling at the weight of her bosoms and smoothing his thumbs over the dark shadows of her nipples. They rose under his touch, and she sighed when he pinched them. He did it harder, and she grabbed his wrists.

  “Sorry,” he breathed. “You don’t like that?” Was he being too rough? Gideon liked having his cock squeezed firmly, but Amber was a woman. She probably liked it gentler.

  “Oh I do, I do!” She stared deep into his eyes, and he saw his own desire reflected there. So he pinched again, and she ran her hands up his forearms, leaning into his touch. She was so responsive, so sensual, even though she claimed to be innocent. A man could spend his life with a woman like her.

  “Can I take this off?” His throat was taut with passion as he gestured at her jacket.

  “It would only be fair!” She smiled and licked her lips. “I’ve seen yours. Now you get to see mine.”

  “Are you sure?” He hesitated, still needing to know if this was all right. He didn’t want to push her into anything she might regret. Fear scratched at his throat, and he swallowed hard to dislodge it. He could feel himself falling for her. Every kiss and caress was taking him in too deep—and she might not feel the same. What if they made love, and she didn’t want any more to do with him? What then? Or what if she liked him but didn’t like Gideon?

  It would be for the best. Of course it would. He should stop now. But he couldn’t. She would be disappointed. He had to go on. He needed to go on. He wanted to go on.

  “I’m more certain than I’ve ever been, Harry.” The sincerity in her sparkling eyes spurred him forwards like a firm squeeze of a horse’s flanks. He was her stallion, and she would guide him, let him know how far she wanted to travel and how quickly.

  He slid the jacket from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts hung before him, ready for his touch, waiting to be unveiled. He took them in his hands and squeezed them, massaging them through her chemise. She was the embodiment of womanhood, of everything he had ever thought that a woman should be. If she would have him, and Gideon, he knew that he would never let her go.

  But that wasn’t what she wanted. Was it? His thoughts were like a runaway train now, unsure of direction or safety, just steaming on towards their destination. Wherever that might be.

  Harry pushed the doubts from his mind and undid the ties holding her skirt in place. Amber pushed her skirt and petticoat down in one go, and Harry helped her to step out of them, kneeling at her fee
t to ease them out of the billowing material.

  From his position on the ground he could see up the loose material of her thigh-high bloomers. Not much. Just a glimpse of ebony curls and he slid his right hand up her leg and under the cool cotton, fingering the black bush that covered her sex. Amber moaned as he touched her, and he had to force himself not to stroke through the curls. Not yet. He wanted to make her wait, to make her ready, before he brought her to the edge. This might be his only chance.

  Harry rose slowly, running his hands up the outside of her bloomers, over her shapely hips and slim waist, then up from her corset to her breasts. He fondled them as if they were the first pair he’d ever seen, and Amber moaned with each caress. He felt that he would never get enough of her beauty.

  “Shall we remove everything else?” Her eyes twinkled as she asked the question, and Harry’s heart leapt. She not only wanted him but was encouraging him to proceed.

  He nodded and reached for her corset. Once he’d unhooked the front, he dropped it onto her skirt, jacket, and petticoat where they lay on the ground.

  Amber placed a hand on his chest, and he wondered if she could feel the rapid thundering of his heart. She must be able to tell that he was about to burst. Again. Already. She glanced at his cock as if reading his thoughts and gave a wanton, heavy-lidded smile. When she grasped the hem of her chemise and lifted it up over head, Harry nearly fell over.

  Amber had the most exquisite breasts he had ever seen. They were full and round and milky white. At the centers, fuchsia nubs pointed from large pink circles, both of which he knew he would struggle to fit into his mouth because they were so bounteous. But he would try. His cock twitched with excitement, and he grabbed it with his right hand as if to reassure it that relief would come again soon.

  “Now these?” Amber gestured at her bloomers.

  “Please,” Harry croaked. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

  She slipped the frothy lace-edged white cotton down her legs then stood before him, clad only in stockings, her hands entwined in front of her groin. Suddenly, as if realizing what she was doing, she moved her hands to her hips and pushed out her chest. She was clearly nervous, but it seemed that she wanted to appear confident so that Harry wouldn’t be dissuaded from making love to her.

  As if he could stop now.

  “You are incredible,” he whispered, taking in every inch of her skin. He placed his hands on her shoulders and moved towards her. His erection pressed against her belly, and he felt her soft curls against his balls as he pulled her tight against him. He groaned as she reached around him and cupped his buttocks, squeezing them and touching them all over.

  “If you keep that up, I won’t be responsible for my actions, Amber.”

  She looked up at him, and he saw a flicker of something in her eyes. Was it fear? Anticipation? It made him falter for a moment, but then her hand grabbed his cock and his mind went blank.

  ****

  “So what next?” Amber had begun moving her hand up and down his length in the manner he had taught her. She loved the feel of his cock stretching her fingers, filling her hands as he could fill her. Yearning to feel him penetrating her body swept over her. She wanted to be one with this man.

  “Not that. Not yet anyway,” Harry whispered, stopping her hand. He picked up her petticoat then laid it over the bed of flowers.

  “Lie here.” He took command, and Amber obeyed. The ground was cool and soft beneath her, and she stretched out in the shade, enjoying the freedom of being naked in the fresh air.

  Harry leant over and began to kiss her. First, he planted soft kisses over her face and neck, and then he found her mouth and covered it with his own. As he kissed her, she curled her arms around his neck, opening her mouth to him, wanting him to take her.

  He licked her teeth with his tongue then pushed it deep into her mouth, flicking it over hers, and she moaned into him, pulsing everywhere with want and need. She had kissed the women at Miss Claudia’s, kissed Maisie, but never before had she been kissed so forcefully, so passionately. Harry’s stubble grazed her chin and her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She adored the sensation. This was what a man was for. He could show her pleasures that she had not yet experienced. That was all she wanted from him.

  Wasn’t it?

  As they kissed, he moved his hands over her skin, stroking and smoothing, pinching and tickling. He touched her everywhere, everywhere except for the place that now cried out to be touched.

  “Harry!” she whispered against his lips.

  He pulled back and looked at her.

  “I need … I need you to touch me … down there!” Her cheeks burned as she asked, but his handsome face broke into a big grin and he nodded eagerly.

  “Of course! With pleasure!”

  But instead of kissing her mouth and using his hands on her cunny as she had expected, he straddled her then wriggled down her body so that his face rested on her belly.

  “Harry?”

  “Shhh! You’ll like this.”

  Amber was about to protest, but then she felt his fingers sliding between her dark curls, slipping across her velvety wetness and causing mini explosions of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. Then he opened her pussy lips and pinned them apart. The cool air washed over her inner lips, and she moaned.

  When he lowered his head and found her clitoris with his tongue, she arched her back and cried out, all of her pent-up lust and need bursting forth as he suckled her bud until stars danced before her eyes. She grabbed his head, her fingers curling tightly into his golden hair, her hips arching upwards as all sense and reason drained from her mind.

  As the sensations faded and the contractions at her core ceased, she exhaled slowly. So this was how it felt to be made love to by a man. It didn’t have to hurt. It didn’t have to break your heart. It could feel incredible, intense, and amazing.

  With the right man.

  Harry crawled back up her body and wrapped his strong arms around her. She rested her head upon his chest and breathed deeply of his scent. She had just opened up to him, allowed her body to feel the pleasure he had offered. As she drifted into sleep, fear flickered for a moment in her semi-conscious mind. She felt vulnerable and suddenly needy. Emotions she had wanted to avoid. She didn’t want this to be just a one-off with this man. She wanted more.

  And more meant that she was going to have to surrender not just her body, but her mind and her heart.

  Chapter Four

  Gideon chewed his pencil. There was no air getting into the train carriage, and he was getting hot and bothered. Sweat trickled down his back, and his feet were crying out to be freed from his leather boots.

  He cast a glance at Miss Bennett. She was a pretty young woman but not his type. Her willowy frame and haughty manner didn’t do anything for him. She would doubtless make some prospector a good wife, although with those narrow hips, she’d find childbearing a strain. He winced. That was a thought too close for comfort.

  Now where had Harry got to with that lively little vixen Miss Amber Carpenter?

  Gideon had been grinning at her beauty and her mischievous attitude ever since he’d seen her in Chicago, and he knew that Harry felt the same. But it was a recipe for disaster, him and Harry both taking a liking, a real liking, to a young woman. That had only happened once before, and look how that had turned out. A real mess.

  Since Montana, they tried to spend time with women that only one of them was keen on. It was safer that way. It wasn’t as fulfilling as making love to a woman they both cared about, but it stopped them getting hurt. As long as they didn’t both fall for a woman, it worked. Or it had done until now.

  Until they’d met Amber. They’d only met the woman just over a week ago, but she’d had an enormous impact upon them in a variety of ways. They were both drawn to her. There was no getting away from it. Ridiculous to a rational mind, he guessed, but occasionally life was just like that. You could try to rule your heart with your head,
but sometimes your head said to hell with it all and jumped onto the same train as your emotions.

  He’d have to go find Harry. Put a stop to this before someone, anyone, all of them, got in too deep.

  “Miss Bennett?” He tipped his hat.

  “Yes.” She looked down her little nose at him then flicked out her fan. He could see beads of perspiration above her upper lip, and he bet that she was mad as a hornet that even she was sweating.

  “I have to pay attention to a call of nature.” A call of the wild, more like.

  “Oh?” She raised her eyebrows.

  “Will you be okay here alone?”

  Maisie looked around the carriage. There were at least ten others still inside, most of them elderly or infirm and incapable of walking far.

  “I’m hardly alone, am I?”

  “Well, excuse me then, Ma’am.” He doffed his hat. “I won’t be long.”

  He wasn’t sure what was eating the young woman, but she clearly wanted to be viewed as respectable and aloof. So he’d leave her to get on with it.

  He hurried along the carriage and jumped down. Up ahead, in front of the steam engine, the driver and his crew were shouting and cursing at one another as they tried to repair the track. Steam still oozed from the engine’s chimney like smoke from a campfire. The steam engines were a brilliant invention, but when something went wrong, folks were damned near helpless. Perhaps he should go take a look up front. He turned to head that way, but there was more cursing.

  Too many cooks… Gideon shook his head. It’d be no good him trying to help out, too. Someone was likely to get a right hook at this rate. Best stay out of it.

  He looked around. Up from the train, a few travelers had set up temporary shelter from the day’s heat, but as he scanned them, he was unable to see Harry or Miss Carpenter. So that must mean that they’d gone down the banking towards the trees.

  Well, he’d go take a look around and make sure that his lover wasn’t getting himself into a sticky situation with the young woman. Harry had been real strong since their loss, and Gideon admired him for it. He knew that Harry suffered. Hell, they both did. But Harry tried to put on a brave face for Gideon, and he appreciated the effort. Only when they fell into each other’s arms at the end of a long day, did Harry reveal any weakness or anxiety at all. And Gideon was usually able to kiss aware his concerns and his pain before losing himself in the man he loved. They’d comforted each other many a night in that way.