by Billi Jean
This could be heaven or this could be hell.
“My, you are ready, aren’t you?” she asked, sliding one perfectly manicured hand down between them to smooth over his chest and stomach. “And so hard,” she added, sounding impressed.
Dream. He had to be dreaming. But the feel of her hand along his jeans followed by her grip on him through the barrier of the material felt real. It felt damn good, too.
“Hell, I might not survive this,” he said harshly but broadened his legs to give her more room.
“Oh, I think you will,” she breathed and with one hell of a lot of skill got his belt undone and his cock out in her warm hands. “What were you thinking?”
At the first feel of her hand he lost the ability to think. “Think? No thinking needed,” he assured her.
He tore her leggings down and, in a hurry, pressed her leg up and open. She positioned him and with a hot moan, she stroked along the ultra-sensitive head. He had to tense every muscle to hold still for her.
She was wet. More than wet. She was soaked, so wet for him he bent, took her mouth in a rough kiss and fucked up into her without a thought other than how badly he needed her.
“So wet,” he growled. “For me?”
“Yes, oh my God, you’re so perfect. All for you,” she whispered, releasing him but grabbing hold of his shoulders instead and moaning for him. “Give me all of it.”
He nearly came. It was so damn close he gripped her leg tighter and hauled her flush to his body. He cupped the back of her head so he could kiss her and, feeling more desperate by the second, he slid inside. Instantly, her warm, silky tight pussy sheathed him. His body went on autopilot, thrusting so urgently in and out of her that he couldn’t breathe properly from the suck and tug on his neglected cock. After years—which suddenly felt like decades—without this—a hot woman so ready for him she was tearing at his clothes—his control was out of the window.
Sonya made it a hundred times hotter. She bit his lip, stroked his tongue breathlessly with hers and cried out in what he thought was an orgasm within seconds of his first complete possession.
“Yeah, oh hell yeah,” he groaned and bucked his hips so he could feel the tug and slide of her body sucking on him. Her pussy was hot and soft, making each pass feel like every inch of his erection was being stroked with wet silk. He’d never felt a woman as smooth and tight around him as Sonya.
He took her lips again, addicted to the cinnamon after that first taste. He gripped her ass with his free hand and feathered his fingers along the depths of her lush crevice, making her moan louder when he quickened his hips. She took him with a firm grind of her body to his. Moaning into his mouth, she pulled at his hair to hold him close and started rolling her hips like a belly dancer.
She was wild, giving him such a thrill that his heart galloped. He lifted her leg higher on his hip and took over, unable to keep still. He began shafting her wildly. His balls slapped against her as he grew more and more frenzied. The sensation threw him for a loop.
Just when he thought he couldn’t last another second, she cried out and climaxed hard, swelling his cock into an even fuller, heavier erection. He groaned at the pull on his stomach muscles from the weight as he withdrew then slid right back in once more. With a shock, he joined her. His leg went weak and he fell against her, driving up as hard as he could as the pleasure ripped a groan from him. It became an unsteady growl as he pulsed for the first time in two years. The pleasure nearly had him falling down. It went on and grew as it roared down his body and drew the breath out of him on a louder groan of pleasure.
Sonya was just as gone. She whispered, “Shit, shit, shit,” and trembled uncontrollably in his arms.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned as his ass tightened and one more powerful burst of cum shuddered from him. Unbelievably, he felt another ripple follow the first. He gave her one more roll of his hips and collapsed against her, barely able to piece together that she was climaxing still.
Amazed, breathless and still savoring the experience, he held himself up with a hand on her SUV and watched her face. She was lost in her orgasm. He got one hell of a thrill from it—and from her. He held her tighter and bent his head to breathe in the perfect sweet smell of her skin along her shoulder. She let out a sob and kissed his scar, panting there and licking him with a soft moan of his name. Shocked, he cried out in surprise as another shiver shot down his erection and he pulsed again.
“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed against his neck, digging her nails in his ass when he flexed it to drive his cock in place for her to bear down on.
“Damn, shit, angel, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” he managed, loving how her body milked him. Have I ever felt anything like this? Hell no.
She laughed, sounding exhausted, sated and so pleased with him that he didn’t want it to end. She rocked her head back on the SUV where he’d crowded her and weakly reached up to caress the side of his face up into his hairline. Somehow or other he’d lost his hat. He barely remembered her tossing it off so she could run her fingers through his hair.
“So amazing,” she whispered, staring up at him with something like happiness in her green eyes. She seemed to examine his face as if she’d never seen him before—or maybe as if she’d discovered something wonderful.
Or maybe you’re pushing your own thoughts out on her.
“Damn, did I hurt you?” he offered, suddenly conscious that even if she had been slick with excitement for him, he’d not taken his time or even paid attention to her cues. He had a pretty big dick when he got wound up, but he’d always been careful with a woman. With Sonya, he’d gone wild on her. His balls were tight to her flesh and he was still drilling all ten inches into her as deep as possible. He tried to back off, fearing that he was hurting her, but she tightened her leg she still had wrapped around his hip.
“No, oh, no, you were wonderful,” she breathed, then of all things, kissed his lips again, then his scar and cupped a hand along the side of his face. “Any woman that left this willingly is stupid, Cody. Way, way too stupid,” she added then kissed him once more.
For crazy sex situations, this was the tops for him. But it was also sweet, as if he’d not just met her and fucked her until he’d come like he was starring in some crazy porn movie. Instead he felt relaxed and if anything, ready for more.
“Why don’t we take this to my place? If I can find my place,” she added quietly.
Suddenly what he was doing and where he was registered in the brain above his belt. He pulled up from sucking on her neck and met green eyes the color of summer clover. She was flushed pink, sweaty, and so pretty she had to be a movie star, only she wasn’t.
He pulled free from her carefully and turned away to tuck his still-hard cock away. And how that was possible he didn’t know.
“Troy sent you, didn’t he?”
It made sense. A damsel in distress, hot for him, when she was drop dead gorgeous, with a gun and sexy body—all pointed to his buddy’s nosing around where he shouldn’t.
“Who’s Troy?”
He turned back and grimaced at her. She’d taken off her boots and her leggings and he watched her dig around in a bag and pull out a towel as unselfconsciously as a woman could get out in the middle of the mountains, bare-ass naked—practically. She wet the cloth with water and cleaned herself.
He watched.
No doubt this was part of the deal. To let him watch while she slowly rubbed a wet cloth over a slim leg she’d lifted up on the hitch. A pity fuck. That’s what this was.
“Are you upset with me, Cody?” she asked, running that white material over thighs he wanted to taste, but hadn’t. Her blouse hid most of what she was doing, but since he knew what she was up to, it was even more erotic watching her.
“Look, thank Troy and all, but if I wanted a pity fuck, I’d go pay for it.”
She threw her red hair over her shoulder and set the towel down. She also slowly lowered her leg and walked over to him, barefoot over the
grass. He’d not sampled her breasts and if ever a woman had perfect breasts, this woman did. “Are you related to that redheaded actress who played in the Avengers? A cousin maybe? Trying to get into—”
“You really need to shut up, Cody. I’m not related to any Hollywood actress. Troy didn’t send me. And I can assure you, I don’t fuck anyone I don’t want to fuck.” She stopped an inch from him and met his eyes, hers simmering with a whole hell of a lot of anger.
He swallowed. Troy hadn’t sent her.
“Fuck, I’m—”
“An idiot,” she said for him. “I know. I’ll cut you some slack for the mix-up because obviously a woman did a number on you. But if you’re going to wallow in your pity party because you lost a leg or your handsome face isn’t to your liking, then I suggest you hit the trail, cowboy.”
He didn’t move an inch.
She stepped closer and gripped his belt firmly in her hand. “But if you want to come up for dinner and maybe round two, you’ll have to leave the issues at the door. Believe me, I have enough for both of us and I don’t have room for more.”
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
She narrowed her eyes, but he guessed she wasn’t going to move or speak so he nodded again and clarified, “Got it. I’m for dinner and round two.”
“What about your cows?”
“My cows?” he repeated, then shook his head. “They aren’t mine and they can wait. Days, weeks even.”
“I’m here for a few months maybe, maybe not. Can they wait that long?” she asked and narrowed her eyes, still holding onto his belt.
“Hell,” he managed. “I don’t live that far from here…” he offered.
She smiled and he swore that the sun broke out from behind the clouds, too, just to highlight her flawless skin. “Good… That’s real good because I think this might be a lot of fun, if you want.”
“Want?”
“You know, sex without strings,” she whispered. “Lots and lots of sex.”
“I want.”
“Good. Now, let me get dressed and I’ll lead the way.”
“I’ll follow.” He watched her walk away, glimpsing her sexy ass with each step. She smiled over her shoulder at him and pulled out a pair of dark gray silk panties. Stepping into them, she nodded to his left. “Your horse is wandering off.”
“Hell.” He turned and caught White by the reins that the damn horse had managed to unwind from his neck. “Not watching what I should.”
“I like what you’re watching.”
He shot her a glance to see if she was teasing and got a loaded smile as she tugged a pair of jeans over her lush hips then buttoned them. If she’d killed him in her black leggings, in jeans she nearly knocked him on his ass. He swallowed hard and stiffened his knee so he wouldn’t stumble backwards. As soon as she turned her back, he adjusted himself so he wasn’t strangling his happy cock. He’d have to ride with the biggest hard-on he’d ever had in his life—or at least since he’d just come inside her.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered, reality intruding into his back to sex life with a bang.
Sonya turned to frown at him in concern. “What?”
“I didn’t use a condom.”
Chapter Four
Sonya bit her lip at Cody’s miserable expression. He was a handsome guy, even with the damage to his face. She didn’t doubt he could get as many women as he wanted. From his words and reaction to her comments on his looks, though, he didn’t see it that way. He was six-foot-three, solid, lean muscled mass of Army-trained solider with the chest and abs of someone who worked out regularly. His dick has been long and stiff with the absolute perfect thickness she swore she would feel for a few days. And she wanted to feel him for a few days, too, but for real, not just the memory of his girth spreading her for all those rigid, hot inches.
Just the thought made her shiver.
All in all, a remarkable man. And now, he shows he has manners, too?
What a pity some woman had done him wrong. Yep, and too bad men had done her the same way, but that was life.
But he was a curiosity. He’d just fucked her with the skill and power she’d never experienced before, only to stumble away thinking she’d been a pity fuck from some friend of his.
He was obviously still hard. And he was just as obviously a gentleman under the gruff, wounded soldier he presented to the world. Perfect really.
This could get complicated.
At the thought she winced and ran her hands through her hair. She was still buzzing from the sex but wanted him again—maybe several more times tonight, and in every way a woman could have a man.
She glanced at his hips again and deep inside she still felt where he had filled her so masterfully. The thought of sucking on him and learning every single inch of his glorious body made her feel another rush of lust burn along her flesh. She loved turning a lover inside out with oral, but the drug made blowing a man impossible. Most men couldn’t get it back up after she went down. And she wasn’t going to chance the build-up with no release when she could do that alone.
Meeting his incredible blue eyes again, she shrugged. “That’s okay. If you’re safe, I am.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief at that, like he couldn’t believe it but was too happy to hide how that thrilled him. Then he frowned and glanced down away and she knew things had just changed.
Sure enough he nodded and said, “Good, that’s great.”
It didn’t sound great, though. He sounded like he was thinking the exact opposite.
She let him. Disappointed, she walked back over to the SUV and calmly closed the trunk on Blue’s little barks.
What would it be like to meet a man who would take one look at her, fuck her silly and claim her heart like some crazy romance novel hero? She chuckled quietly at her own thoughts. She’d probably kill a man if he tried. Still, why can’t men see that women can love sex too? Why can’t men handle a woman who enjoys sex, especially casual, no strings sex?
“Yep, I thought so too,” she said. “But things have changed, have they, Cody?” She wasn’t one to tiptoe around people. She said it like it was and when he glanced at her, she waited for his excuses.
Considering he was patching it up as he went, she wasn’t too surprised that it took him a while. Maybe he had a girlfriend or was married and in a rocky time with his wife. The scars and Troy comment didn’t fit that theory, but what did she know?
Not surprising her, he cleared his throat. She didn’t bother with the handsome former Army soldier any longer, but turned and fixed her hair in the side view mirror. Her makeup was perfect, but she’d not worn much to sweat off. She smoothed her hair into place and waited. She could almost feel the uneasy vibe coming off him. He’d been hot to go a few minutes ago, still in the heat of sex. Now the sweat was drying and what they’d done was sinking in.
“I really should go find those cows,” he started.
“Yeah?” She turned to see him staring at her, but caught, he ducked his head and stared at his boots as soon as their eyes met.
“Yeah, my buddy, Troy… He is impatient to get his branding done before winter.”
It was August.
“Is that so? Too bad,” she said and shrugged when he glanced up. His expression had turned firm, as it had when he’d thought she was some kind of friend of his buddy, Troy.
“Well, good luck. Thanks for the help,” she laughed, knowing it sounded bitter, but unable to change that. She turned back to the SUV, opened the door and accepted Blue’s kisses. At least someone loves me.
“Look, I’m—”
“Hey, it’s getting late and I want to get to the place before dark. Thank you for the help with the tire and all. Good luck,” she added before she shut the door.
He was uncomfortable, but still wore that determined, almost cold expression—much different than when he’d thrown his blond head back and groaned through his climax. She’d liked that. Men who were quiet in bed sucked, in her opinion. T
he loud, hot groans of a man enjoying himself with her usually triggered her into orgasm. That and the out of control feeling she got from a man who knew what he was doing. Cody had all those things and more. Something else about him made it harder to keep her mouth shut on his abrupt about face. She’d kinda liked him.
But, she’d learned one thing as a child. She couldn’t force people to want her. Her life experiences since then had only reinforced that lesson. She turned the key and petted Blue to get her under control while the navigation system started up.
Really, a safe, hidden place like this for her to get off the drug, with sex any time she wanted from a man who seemed able to keep up with her, was way more than she deserved.
She didn’t glance out of her window at him again as she drove off, but knew he had gotten on his big gray and was watching her, maybe hoping she’d turn around.
Why?
That is never going to happen.
Once she had moved on, she had never looked back. She focused on what was in front of her. It was the only way to survive.
Besides, she consoled herself as she broke free from the pines, it was unbelievably beautiful out here. She’d never expected that.
She also still tingled in all the right places from Cody. The quick sex would have to last her. Cody had issues.
She hadn’t been joking. She had enough for the two of them. Any more, and they’d be too busy dealing with their baggage to do anything else. Eyes forward, she concentrated on the road and all she needed to do instead of on the intriguing cowboy soldier who smelled so good and made her tingle all over.
The past… He’s in the past now.
* * * *
“Damn it,” Cody muttered and rubbed his neck. What the hell is wrong with me? He’d had the perfect situation, right there, offered up on a silver platter, and he’d ruined it.
Casual, no strings attached sex. For months! And you turned it down.
It sounded good. Real good, only it also…didn’t.
After what he’d been put through by his fiancée, he needed a woman to haul him up by the ear and fuck him to make an impression, he guessed. Sonya certainly had. But she’d also stirred some crazy shit in his head, too.