by Emerson Rose
Her request has slowed my mind and calmed my frenzy. I ease the depth of my kiss and press soft kisses on her skin avoiding her abdomen. She senses my hesitance and arches her back off the bed pressing against me, pulling my hips against her with her legs and pressing her heels into the small of my back.
I reach around to the back of my neck and pull my shirt off by the collar breaking our kiss for only as long as it takes the material to pass between us. Her gasp when our scorching skin touches for the first time propels me back into my out of control frenzy.
My cock twitches inside my pants, but I do my best to ignore it. I want to taste her first. I need to make her come hard, so she is well prepared for what I’m about to give her.
Leaning back, I remove her legs from around my waist and she whimpers with the loss of contact. I reach for her ankles and push her legs up bending her knees forcing her legs open wide.
God, she’s beautiful, every inch of her is mine for the taking and I plan on taking it all. I lower my mouth to her quivering wet pussy and lick along her seam all the way back to her ass. “Oh God, oh my God,” she pants and pulls at her restraints. “Please, Ash, please.”
“More?”
“Yes, please, more.”
Her mound is bare and pretty. It glistens when I lower my face to kiss her like I kissed her mouth, working my tongue in and out of her pink folds and around her swollen clit. It doesn’t take long and she’s arching off the bed, pushing against my mouth gasping for breath.
The tiny perfect sounds she makes, between each attempt to inhale when she comes, are seared into my memory forever as the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard. I want to make her do that again and again and again, and I will.
Still reeling from her orgasm, I slip my fingers inside of her and curl them around to stroke the sweet spot that I know will have her doing a repeat performance instantly.
She hardly catches her breath before she comes again. This time she’s found her voice and the sound of my name begging me to stop echoes off the walls.
“Now you’re ready." I roll off the bed, remove my pants and boxers, and stop short when I remember my condoms are in my suitcase. My suitcase that is in my bedroom where my son sleeps.
I look back at Stella, her head is turned to the side and her wide eyes are focused on my larger than average cock pointing in her direction. “Stella, I’m going to have to sneak into my room and get a condom out of my suitcase. Will you be okay for a second?”
“Yeah, I, uh, I have one in my purse on the couch if you don’t want to risk waking Cannon but I’m not sure…” Her eyes slide back down to my cock.
“It’s alright. I’ll grab my own.” I yank on my pants and unlock the door. The suite is quiet, no signs of a curious little boy. I pad quietly into my room and find him sleeping soundly right where we left him. I grab a condom from my bag when I hear Cannon stir in the bed. He props up on one elbow and stares at me with glassy eyes. I curl the condom into my hand so he can’t see it, even though he has no idea what it is.
“Tella?” his sleepy voice asks.
“No, buddy, it’s me, go back to sleep,” I move to help him lie back down, and he’s out as soon as his head hits the pillow. I leave the room quietly and close the door.
“Was he asleep?” she asks when I reenter the room.
“He’s fine.”
I drop my pants and tear open the foil wrapper, roll the condom onto my aching cock and climb back onto the bed with her. “How are your arms?”
She wiggles her fingers, “Getting kind of tingly.”
I spread her legs wide, shifting upward to release her hands from the belt. Without so much as rubbing the circulation back into them, she reaches for me. “You’re… big.”
“I am, that’s why I wanted you soaking wet before I did this.” I take her hand off my cock and lace her fingers with mine. Locking eyes, I push her arms down on the mattress on either side of her and slide into her hot, wet folds fast and hard.
She gasps and I cover her mouth with mine, kissing away any discomfort she may have from the initial shock of my first thrust. I release her greedy hands and they begin to explore, gliding over the muscles of my back, my neck, and my ass.
I slip in and out of her slowly at first, only picking up the pace when she begins to push against me, and I’m sure she has adjusted to my size. Rolling our bodies so that she is straddling me, I am blessed with the hotness that is Stella.
She’s no stranger to riding and surprisingly also no stranger to being in control. The second she realizes she’s on top, she begins to circle her hips rising up and down reaching back for my thighs to get better leverage.
I watch her mesmerized. She’s a work of art, soft in all the right places, yet muscular, too. Her breasts bounce with every roll of her hips, something that I could watch forever. I reach up to cup them in my hands and roll her nipples between my fingers.
Everything she does is perfect, like we were custom-made to do this with one another and no one else. I’ve had a lot of sex with a lot of women, and none compare to her.
She bends down to kiss me veiling our faces with her dark hair. I don’t waste any time getting my hands on her round ass and tilting my hips upward to hit her sweet spot with every thrust. I fuck her from beneath until she’s rigid with another orgasm.
She buries her face in my neck and I work her up and down my cock until she’s through it and then I pull out and flip her over onto her stomach. I lean down and move her damp hair off of her shoulder to speak into her ear, “That’s three, think you can handle a couple more?”
“I, I… I…”
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” I back up and pull her hips up so her gorgeous ass is in the air and enter her again from behind. The muffled umph against the pillow and her hands gripping the sheets is all the confirmation I need that she is ready to go again.
With a chunk of her ass in one hand, I slide my other around to her clit and circle it while I pound into her mercilessly until she comes again with a scream into the pillow. That one almost broke me, but I made it through her pussy clenching around my cock again so that we could come together when I finally let loose and blow.
I flip her limp sated body over and smile at the pure and complete satisfaction in her eyes. “Once more, darlin’, this time together.”
She has no strength left, so I lift her legs over my shoulders and enter her again, pushing in root-deep until my balls are resting against the pucker of her ass. “Feel that?”
“You kidding?”
I smile and kiss her swollen lips before starting a punishing pace that ends with an explosive orgasm for both of us. I’m lost in the realm of ecstasy, not thinking about my son in the room next door, when I roar her name.
I collapse on top of her slick body gasping for breath.
“Can’t breathe,” she wheezes, and I roll off of her pulling her onto her side so we are facing each other. I want to tell her that was the most amazing fucking sex I’ve ever had in my life but I keep it to myself and let her speak first.
“Was that, are you always, do you usually?”
“That was five orgasms. I’m pretty sure I could have given you more and, no, sex has never been this good for me.”
Her forehead wrinkles with a frown, “No way.”
I nod, “Yes, way, darlin’. You’re something else, wild, strong, uninhibited, up for anything, I like that.”
“I like you and all that other stuff.”
“All that other stuff? This isn't your norm?”
“God no, I’ve never had sex that good and I’ve definitely never had more than one orgasm.”
I hook my leg over hers and pull her closer to me.
“Never? Man, maybe I went overboard with five then, huh?” I try to keep from smiling, but I feel the corner of my lips twitch.
She play slaps my shoulder. “Five was spectacular, five was outstanding, five was…” her eyes roll back into her head, and she moans.
“Mm, next time I’ll go for six and see what you think about that.”
“Already planning next time? Pretty presumptuous, aren’t you?”
“There’s no way I’m not doing this again and what woman in her right mind says no to six orgasms?”
“True, not me.”
“You think we woke Cannon?”
She stills and looks up listening to the quiet in the suite. “Nope, I don’t think so. Wow, that kid can sleep through anything, huh?”
“He’s usually pretty good, but he was awake when I went to get a condom. I’m not all that sure he was awake, awake, though, maybe dreaming.”
“What did he say?”
I brush a damp curl of her hair behind her ear, “He asked for you.”
“Seems like both Pride men have me on their mind lately.”
“Oh, you have no idea. And this right here,” I motion down at her glowing naked body, “this isn’t going to help me get you off my mind any time soon.”
“Well, this is the only kind of beef I’ll be thinking about tomorrow at the Cattle Industry Convention.” She nudges her hip against my cock, and I chuckle.
“I’m serious. This was, you were, we were…”
“Fucking amazing,” I say helping her out with a couple of colorful adjectives.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
“I’m not sure I’m done summing you up, how about a round two?”
“You trying to kill me, Ash Pride?”
“Hell no, I like you, I wanna keep you around.”
And I do, want to keep her around, that is. And I only have one week to convince her of that. As of right now making Stella Deardon want to stick around is my number one priority. Everything else can move aside. I’ve never been surer of something in my life. I need this woman and my son does, too, maybe more.
7
Don’t let go
Stella
I slip on my Converse and out the door of the Presidential Suite to return to my room before Cannon or Ash wake up. I’m exhausted, I want a cigarette, I’m sore, but more than anything… I am satisfied.
I just spent an entire evening having wild, insanely intense, hot sex with People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive. Who would have thought me, Stella Deardon, a thirty-year-old homebody rancher from Montana would be in that man’s bed? Not me, that’s for damn sure.
It’s not like me, I mean I’m not a prude or anything, but the choices of sexual partners back home are slim to none. The hot guys know they’re hot, in all the wrong ways, and the nice guys are duller than a fence post and not much better looking.
I haven’t had a regular boyfriend for a while. There’s no one around who’s worth my time and my time is limited. I work long hard hours, and when I get home at night, I’m ready to drop. The last thing I’m interested in is getting all dolled up to prowl around in the local saloon looking for a sex partner. Drink is the only place in Redwater, Montana that adults hang out other than the grocery store and the weekly local Bingo game at St. Peter’s church, if you count that and I don’t.
Ash Pride is so far out of my league it’s ridiculous. Sleeping with him is like winning the lottery and not being able to keep the jackpot. I can spend a few hundred thousand dollars of it but then I have to go home, my family needs me. And as sweet as Cannon is, I have no experience being a nanny. Who knows, I could agree to do the job and the hellion Ash is always talking about could come roaring back to life when Cannon realizes I’m not just his friend anymore but his nanny.
I tap my key card against the reader on the door and watch the light turn green with tired blurry eyes. I need at least a couple of hours of sleep before breakfast with Ash and Cannon.
Inside my room, I lean my back on the door and dig in my pocket for a cigarette and a lighter. I take two long drags off the cigarette and that's all I need, I’m too tired to smoke. In the bathroom, I run the butt under the water in the sink and strip out of my clothes.
I don’t bother turning on the light in my room before falling into bed and pulling the comforter up over my shoulders. It’s cool in the room, cooler than I like it and I’m naked, but I’m done. I'd like to turn up the temperature and set the alarm for nine o'clock, but I can’t muster the strength to get up before my eyelids become heavy and sleep steals me away.
“Stella…” I feel a warm hand on my bare shoulder, but I’m so groggy, so tired, that I groan and roll away from the sound. “Stella, honey, wake up and come to lunch with us, you’re missing the convention,” the familiar voice says. He's so close to my face I feel his warm breath. That’s not just any voice, it’s Ash’s smooth, seductive voice.
A dream, mm, I like dreams about Ash’s voice, they remind me of our night together. Our night, shit. I open my eyes to a dark room and Ash sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand on my shoulder.
“Ash?”
“Yes, wow, finally. I didn’t think I was ever going to get you awake.” He looks toward the door where a sliver of light cuts through the room. “She’s okay, buddy, just really sleepy. Come on in.” He bends down and speaks directly into my ear, “He’s worried about you, but don’t move, he doesn’t know people sleep naked.”
Oh God, he just invited a four-year-old into my room, and I don’t have a thing on under the covers.
“Tella?”
Cannon materializes next to Ash, and I pull my sheet tight under my arms. “Hey, friend, how are ya today?”
“You okay?” His sweet face is twisted with worry and his big brown eyes narrow when he hears my croaky sleep deprived voice.
I clear my throat, “Yeah, sure, just tired after all the traveling yesterday and playing Legos, reading, and having ice cream with you last night.” Not to mention all the wild sex I had with your father until the wee hours of the morning. I leave that part out of course, but Ash is the one mostly to blame for my fatigue.
“You didn’t have breakfast with us.”
“Oh my gosh, I forgot to set the alarm, what time is it?”
“Two thirty, I checked on you earlier but you were so out of it I let you sleep. Cannon was worried about you, though. He wasn’t leaving this time until he got to talk to you.” He tussles his son’s dark curls, and Cannon’s face relaxes into a smile.
“You checked on me earlier?”
“Yes.”
“And I didn’t wake up?”
“No, you did not.”
“How did you get in here?”
“The key card you gave me last night.”
I didn’t give him a key card. When I look at him with question, he gives me a just go along with it look and pats Cannon’s shoulder.
“Oh yeah, I forgot.”
“We’re running a little behind today, so we’re about ready for lunch, hop up.” He swats my ass, and it sends a zing of excitement through my body even through the thick comforter. What the hell is going on with me?
“I need some time to clean up first, can I meet you downstairs in twenty minutes?”
“Yes!” Cannon yells, and fist pumps the air. This kid is seriously good for my self-esteem.
“Of course, come on, little man, let’s give Stella some time to get dressed.”
He stands and guides Cannon to the door. I watch them waiting for the click of the lock before I get up and it’s a good thing. Cannon stops his daddy right before the door closes.
“Hurry, Tella!” he yells through the crack, and I laugh.
“I’m hurrying, promise.”
The door closes, and I sit up with the sheet still tight around me. I hear Cannon complaining to Ash about me still being in bed, I smile and reach out to turn on the lamp.
I need my phone, where did I leave the damn thing? Hoodie, bathroom floor with the rest of my clothes. I get up dragging my sheet with me into the bathroom where I rummage around until I find my phone.
I hit the text button and send Ash a message.
Me -- You took my key card?
Ash -- Yes.
&nbs
p; Me -- When?
Ash -- When I got up to get a drink of water.
And there it is, he stole a key to my room, why would he do that?
Ash – You left me.
That’s an accusation, not just a stated fact. Surely he expected me to leave, didn’t he? No way did he want Cannon to wake up in the morning and find us sleeping naked in the bedroom next door.
Me -- I didn’t want Cannon to get the wrong idea.
Ash -- That’s not an apology.
Apology? What is it with this guy? He wants me to apologize for not traumatizing his son?
Me -- That’s because I’m not sorry.
Ash -- You’re sassy when you’re tired.
Me – Well, you’re bossy all the time.
He is, and sometimes I think I like it, but right now isn’t one of those times.
Ash -- You’re not getting dressed.
Me -- How do you know what I’m doing?
Ash -- You’re texting me.
He’s got me there, I am texting. But I’m also peeing and turning on the shower. “So there,” I say to the fogging mirror, sticking my tongue out at my reflection.
Me -- I can multitask.
Ash – Yeah, I remember.
I roll my eyes and send him one last message.
Me – I’ll be down soon.
I switch my phone to silent and place it facedown on the counter. I don’t want to be tempted to read his answer if he gives me one and I have a feeling he will be giving me one. Ash seems like the type who always wants the last word. The problem is, I do, too.
I shower and sweep blush across my cheeks and mascara on my lashes before twisting my wet hair into a knot to secure it at the back of my head. Dressed in a pair of black jeans, a red sleeveless tunic and a pair of flat strappy sandals, I’m out the door. I feel pretty. I spend 90% of my time at home in jeans, ugly shirts, and cowboy boots. It’s nice to dress like a woman for a change.
I switch the volume back on and check my phone. I was right, he did want the last word. There’s a little red number 1 sitting on my messages app, but I ignore it. If I don’t read it, then I had the last word. Ha!