Man Candy

by Tia Siren

  “What does that even mean?” I asked with a grin.

  “Darlin’, I would let Conner Blackstone drill for oil in me any time he wants,” she said with an evil smile. “And he can deep drill in any hole he wants.”

  “You’re awful,” I said.

  “And you’re a tight ass,” she said. She nodded at the front of the room. “Okay, here we go.”

  The general manager stood at a podium at the front of the room and introduced himself. He welcomed everyone and then said, “Before we get started with the actual orientation, we have a very special guest with us today. He is the man responsible for all of us being here. Please, give a warm welcome to CEO of Blackstone Enterprises and the owner of Big Sky Ranch & Spa, Mr. Conner Blackstone.”

  As everyone stood and clapped, a door behind the podium opened and in walked a tall man with broad shoulders and dark features, dressed in tight black jeans and a tight polo shirt that hugged his muscular frame.

  He strutted to the microphone and held up his hands to quiet the crowd. He let his eyes go around the room for a minute as everyone sat down, and then his eyes settled on me. The instant our eyes met, I knew I was probably going to be fired.

  The dusty cowboy with the big cock and obnoxious attitude, the one who had wiggled his cock in the air and told me to tug it, suck it, or fuck it, was Conner fucking Blackstone, owner of Big Sky Ranch.

  I literally felt myself melting in the chair, in more ways than one.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Conner

  When I spotted her sitting there in the crowd at the back of the room, my balls literally did a little happy dance in my pants.

  I had not scared her off with my alpha male bullshit after all. That was good. She was a strong one who could give as good as she got. I liked that in a woman. I hated girls who wilted when you talked dirty to them or tensed up when you commanded them to suck your cock. I liked girls who could take it and dish it back out.

  I liked being in charge, but I also liked it when a girl took control and bossed me around a bit. I loved it when a girl ordered me to lick her pussy or shove my big, fat cock into her cunt. That shit was like poetry to my ears. And I was pretty much game for anything that didn’t result in a trip to the ER. And I do mean anything.

  I had a strong feeling that my alpha-ness would stoke a fire in this girl if she would just give me the chance to prove it to her. I saw the way she was looking at my cock. She was licking her lips. And I could smell her pussy juicing from a foot away.

  Maybe she was the play-hard-to-get type. Maybe she wanted a gentleman like Wesley, who believed in the old school “wine and dine” method.

  Fine. Whatever I had to do to get my big cock inside her sweet pussy, I’d do it, even if I had to pretend to be someone I wasn’t.

  If I had to walk over hot coals just to stick my tongue in her cooch and a finger up her ass, it would be a small price to pay for that conquest.

  She would be my bitch and I would be her stud before the weekend was through, no matter the cost.

  I stood there behind the podium, smiling at them, not because I was happy to be there, but because I had a boner in my pants with her name on it.

  Whatever her name was.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Miranda

  I held my breath the entire time Conner Blackstone was speaking to the room full of his employees. I kept waiting for him to call me out and slut shame me right there in front of everyone, even though I’d done nothing slutty or shameful…other than the thoughts I’d been having about him since our encounter in the massage room just an hour before.

  Every time I closed my eyes I could picture that big thing standing at attention like a wooden soldier, bouncing at me, its big round head seemingly ready to burst. I felt the seat beneath me getting warm and realized that I was soaking my panties again. Damn this guy! What was with his ability to turn on my water works without even touching me?

  I heard him say, “Thank you again for all your hard work. Here’s to another successful season at Big Sky!”

  Everyone shot to their feet and gave him a big round of applause. I was one of the last to stand and the last to sit down. I didn’t realize I was still standing and clapping, watching Conner exit through the door he’d come in just a few minutes before, until Wanda Jean tugged on my sleeve.

  “I told you,” she said, whispering excitedly in my ear. “Is he a fucking god or what?”

  I just nodded slowly and mumbled, “Uh huh.”

  Everyone turned their attention back to the general manager, who was now talking over a PowerPoint presentation that listed all the ways we could be helpful to guests and increase our tips.

  I should have been paying attention, but all I could think about was Conner Blackstone and his magnificent cock. I wondered if I would ever have the chance to be alone with them—I mean him—again.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Miranda

  Thankfully, the remainder of Monday was uneventful. Wanda Jean and I managed to stay awake through the entire employee orientation, and then we showered and changed and attended the employee dinner that evening.

  It was basically just a big cookout so all the employees could mingle and get to know one another before the lodge officially opened the next day.

  I’d never seen so much food in my life. Tons of barbecue, fresh-cut steaks, burgers, hot dogs, roasted pig, racks of lamb—you name it, it was there. I ate like it was my last meal. It was rare that I got this kind of free food, so I took full advantage of it by eating till I was ready to pop.

  A dozen guys hit on Wanda Jean, but they left me alone. Wanda Jean said it was because I put out a vibe like a rattlesnake lying on a hot rock. Men were afraid to get too close out of fear that I might bite their heads off. She was right. I didn’t feel much like socializing, at least not with any of the men who tried to chat with me. My mind was set on Conner Blackstone, and he was nowhere in sight.

  I went back to the bunkhouse before nine and was dead asleep by ten, with visions of Conner Blackstone and his magnificent cock dancing in my head.

  I drifted into a dream. Conner was lying on the massage table with his hands behind his head and his thick cock jutting out of his dark pubic hair like the mast of a great ship. I was standing next to the table with my hands covered in warm oil. He looked at me with his beautiful, dark eyes. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. I knew what he wanted. I knew what to do, even though in real life I had never done it before.

  I moved in close and wrapped my oily fingers around his cock and slowly began to rub the oil into the veiny shaft. His cock was so long that I could take it in both my hands and slide them up and down from base to tip.

  Conner moaned as I worked the oil into his balls and around the head of his cock. The head was like a large mushroom that grew darker and rounder as my hands pumped the blood into it. The slit oozed clear juice that dripped across my fingers. Without hesitation, I leaned down and lapped it up with the tip of my tongue, and then I swirled my tongue around the head like I was licking an ice cream cone.

  “Suck it, you beautiful bitch,” I heard him moan. “Suck my big, hard cock.”

  I did as he commanded. I pumped the shaft slowly with both hands and pressed a kiss to the tip. I slowly spread my lips and let the entire head slide into my mouth. I slathered my tongue beneath the head and Conner moaned.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he sighed. “Take my big cock in to that gorgeous mouth of yours. Take all of it. Suck my cock good and hard.”

  I closed my eyes and let his cock slide into my mouth an inch at a time. My lips were tight around the shaft. The oil tasted sweet, like rose wine. I took him in until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I didn’t gag. I just kept going. I took in the full length of his cock until my nose was brushing his thick pubic hair. I let him slide out of my mouth, and then I took him in again, over and over, until his cock literally throbbed in my throat.

  “Make me come, baby,” Conner moaned. “Pump my big cock until I come like a fuck
ing volcano.”

  I gripped his cock tightly in my right hand and started pumping the shaft while my left hand played with his balls. I slid my middle finger beneath his balls and across his taint, and then with one quick movement I slid my entire finger up his asshole. The second I did, his entire body tensed and he lifted his ass off the table with my finger clenched inside him.

  I pumped him faster until the head seemed to blossom and the slit quivered. Suddenly, white, milky cum shot from his cock like a geyser, sending ropes of it a foot into the air for what seemed like minutes. It overflowed from his cock and covered my hands. I worked my finger in and out of his asshole, and each time I did, he came a little more.

  Finally, after what seemed like hours, Conner’s body went limp and he let go a long, satisfied sigh. I was still holding his cock in my hand, covered with his cum.

  “Clean me off with your mouth,” he commanded, smiling down at me. “Lick that cum off my cock like it’s ice cream.”

  I didn’t speak. Nor did I hesitate.

  I simply leaned down and, with my lips and tongue, licked his cock clean.

  When I woke up the next morning, I thought I’d wet the bed.

  The sheets beneath my ass were soaked.

  Then I realized that it wasn’t pee.

  It was the juice that had flowed from me while I’d been dreaming.

  My pussy was still dripping with it.

  I had orgasmed multiple times in my sleep.

  I glanced over at Wanda Jean, who was still snoring softly in her bed next to mine. I lay back and sighed.

  What a wonderful way to start the day.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Miranda

  To my chagrin, I didn’t see Conner Blackstone all day Tuesday or Tuesday night. It was probably for the best, because I was booked solid with clients from ten in the morning until eight that night. By the time I left the spa my hands were cramping and my back felt like it was going to break.

  I didn’t know which was more tiring: a full day hoofing tables at Red Lobster or standing at a massage table and rubbing the kinks out of rich tourists’ backs.

  There was certainly no comparison between the two in regard to the amount of money I made. On a good day at Red Lobster I might have made a hundred bucks.

  On my way out of the spa that night, Carla told me I had made three hundred bucks just in tips. That was on top of my base pay, which was a hundred bucks for the day.

  Four hundred dollars in one day. Sometimes I didn’t make four hundred dollars in a week. Wow! That certainly made the pain my body was feeling much easier to bare.

  * * *

  When I got to the spa on Wednesday morning, Carla told me that I had been booked for private massages at the chateau for the entire afternoon.

  “You need to head up to the chateau at one and stay until you’re dismissed,” she said. “Be ready. It could be a long day, but the tips will be amazing.”

  “Chateau?” I asked, giving her a confusing look. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure I understand.”

  “That’s Mr. Blackstone’s private residence on the hill,” she said with a thumb in the air. “He has personal guests coming today and wants to offer them all massages. He said he wanted you and only you.” She gave me a suspicious look. “Any idea why he’d do that?”

  I had an idea, all right, but I was hesitant to share it with Carla. I just gave her a shrug and tried to look clueless. I knew it was all a ruse. There were no personal guests coming. This was Conner Blackstone’s way of getting me alone so he could try his bullshit alpha male crap on me again.

  I wondered exactly what he was up to.

  And I wondered if, this time, it just might work.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Conner

  “You can’t be serious!” Wesley said as he stood in the bedroom door, watching me tug on the dingy pair of cowboy boots I’d found in my closet. They were working cowboy boots, not dress boots like the pair of two-thousand-dollar elephant skins he was wearing. They were old and scuffed and dirty. I used to wear them when the old man and I came here for roundups before he died.

  “We were supposed to head back to Dallas today to meet with your brother’s lawyer,” Wesley said. “I told you, this is not going to go away.”

  “You handle it,” I said with a shrug. “You’re my lawyer.”

  “But he’s your brother!” Wesley said. “The kid is going to be there with his aunt, Conner. They expect you to be there to meet him.”

  “He is not my brother!” I screamed at him. “I’ve already told you: Pay the little bastard off and get him out of my life! I don’t want anything to do with him. What don’t you understand?”

  Wesley looked like he wanted to punch me in the face. He put his hands on his hips and stared at the floor. I ignored him and put on a denim shirt and tucked it into the ratty jeans. I put on a belt that had a huge silver buckle and then stood looking at my reflection in the mirror over the dresser. All I needed was a hat and I’d look like a real cowboy. Yee-fucking-haw!

  I heard Wesley sigh, and from the corner of my eye I saw him lean against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

  He said, “Throwing money at this kid is not going to make him go away, Con. For Christ’s sake, he’s your brother. DNA tests don’t lie. He is the only family you have now. How can you not acknowledge that? How can you not want him in your life?”

  I fiddled with the pearl buttons on my shirt and stared at myself in the mirror. “Wesley, I’m going to say this once more. I don’t give a flying fuck about DNA tests. I don’t care who he is or what our connection is. I do not want my old man’s mistakes interfering with my life. Period. So handle it. And if you can’t, I’ll find someone who can.”

  “You are the biggest fucking prick on the planet,” Wesley said, shaking his head. “Fine. I’ll fly to Dallas and meet with them, but you have to face this at some point, Con. This little boy is not going away, but if you keep acting like the world’s biggest asshole, I just might.”

  “You’ll never quit,” I said with a grin. “You love me too much.”

  “I don’t love you nearly as much as you love yourself,” he said. “And that’s what’s gonna do you in, my friend. You’ll grow old and alone with nothing but your money to keep you company because you can’t love anyone as much as you love yourself.”

  “Thanks for the psychobabble, Wesley,” I said with a dismissive wave. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to finish getting ready.”

  “You’re an asshole,” he said.

  “No argument there.”

  He turned and disappeared down the hallway. He had a car waiting at the lodge to take him back to the heliport, and then on to Amarillo for the flight home to Dallas.

  He’d figure this whole “little brother” bullshit out. He better. That was what I paid him the fucking big bucks to do.

  Thoughts of my old man’s bastard child quickly left my head as I went through the house looking for a hat to wear.

  I had a girl to woo, and according to the employee roster, her name was Miranda Carson from Fort Worth, Texas.

  I just grinned and said, “Miranda Carson…come on down!”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN: Miranda

  “Are you sure? There must be some kind of mistake. I’m the masseuse from the lodge. Mr. Blackstone left instructions for me to be at the chateau at one o’clock. I’m supposed to massage his guests.”

  The old cowboy who had met me at the foot of path leading up to the chateau scratched his whiskered chin and shook his head. His other hand was holding the reins of a beautiful black mare that was all saddled up and ready to go.

  “Must’ve been a change in plans, ma’am,” he said, nodding at the mare. “Mr. Blackstone said to put you on this horse and tell you to ride west along that path.” He nodded toward the path that had been cut through a pasture for horseback riders. It disappeared over a rolling hill half a mile away.

  “He’ll be waiting for you in the west pasture, just over that hill
.” He narrowed his eyes to give me the once over. “You wanna change clothes first?”

  I looked down. I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and flip flops and a tan smock from the spa. I was obviously not dressed for whatever Conner had in mind. The old man and the horse stared at me as if both were waiting for my answer.

  “Okay, yes. I’ll change into jeans and boots,” I said. “I’ll be back as quickly as I can.”

  “Take your time, ma’am,” the old man said, tipping his hat. “We’ll be waiting right here.”

  * * *

  Twenty minutes later I was on top of the mare, trotting along the path toward the west pasture. I grew up riding horses, but it had been a while since I’d been on one.

  My butt bobbed up and down on the saddle until I finally settled in and started to remember how to ride.

  I had no idea what was in store for me over the top of the hill, but my heart was racing at the thought of being alone again with the infamous Conner Blackstone.

  CHAPTER TWENTY: Conner

  When I spotted Miranda coming over the rise, my heart started beating a little faster in my chest. My pulse quickened and I felt my entire body tense.

  My horse seemed to sense her presence, too, because he kicked the ground and snorted at her. Or maybe he just wanted to screw the mare she was riding. Obviously, I’d picked the perfect horse for me.

  I smiled and gave her a wave as she approached. She smiled and waved back.

  “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I said as she pulled back the reins to stop her horse next to mine. “I’m glad you did.”

  “I thought I was coming to work,” she said, giving me a suspicious look as she let her eyes go around the pasture. Other than a few stray head of cattle, we were alone. “I was told I would be doing massages for your personal guests this afternoon.”