“Nothing more beautiful than a woman and my horse.”
I whipped my head around and saw my knight in shining armor. Well, he wasn’t in any sort of shining armor, but he did come riding up to the event on a horse. Which made him practically that. I watched him as he approached me with two champagne flutes, his eyes dancing between myself and Trigger.
“He seems pretty hungry,” the man commented.
“I have a bone to pick with the pathetic stable hand I hired for the event about it,” I said.
“Well, then don’t let me stand in your way.”
He held out a glass of champagne and I quickly took it. I needed something to ease my anger after finding Trigger in that condition. Who knows what would have happened to him had he gone any longer without food or drink! The thought made me nauseous. I threw it back without a second thought. Not considering the fact that the mystery man in the tail coat might have wanted to toast or something.
“I was going to say, ‘to a night of mystery and whimsical moments’, but it seems as if you need to toast something else,” he said, grinning.
“Sorry,” I said breathlessly.
“No need. I enjoy a woman that can hold her alcohol.”
I watched him throw back his champagne and swallow it all in two gulps. He plucked my crystal glass from me and set them down. Two glistening, beautiful articles of expensive glory that seemed out of place in a barn with hay underneath our feet.
“The heels get uncomfortable?” he asked.
“Not conducive to walking in grass,” I said.
“I wouldn’t think so.”
“How did the auction go?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Weren’t you in there for it?”
“No. I was setting up the silent auction while it was going on. How much did your package go for?”
The man smirked. “Four-thousand dollars, plus my share of the profit, like I said before. Though, I think there was another couple that would have paid more for my package if they knew how big I was willing to go.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ah, wonderful. Penis jokes.”
“You said ‘package’, and I rolled with it. Not a fan of childish jokes?”
“Not a fan of childish anything.”
“So, you don’t watch Disney movies anymore?” he asked.
“I never watched Disney movies to begin with.”
His jaw dropped open. “What kid has never watched Disney movies?”
“The kind that was too preoccupied with being an adult too soon,” I said flatly.
I bit that statement a little more than I needed to and I quickly began to backtrack.
“I’m sorry. I’m just… really fed up with this stable hand right now. And I’ve got so much more that needs to happen before this party wraps up, and I still have a full day of work tomorrow and it doesn't look like I’m going to get any sleep--.”
“Sh-sh-sh-sh.”
The man stepped in front of me, blocking my gaze of the dance hall. I felt my back fall against the empty stall door, my eyes gazing up to look into his. He really was a handsome man. Warm brown eyes. Trimmed blonde hair. Smooth-shaven features and plump lips. My eyes fell to those lips. Were drawn to those lips. I still couldn’t shake the fact that he seemed familiar, but my mind was too tired to place him. Too tied up in the heat of his arm that fell just above my shoulder. Pinning my body to the stall door with his stare.
“Just focus on one thing at a time. Slow your mind down,” he said.
I snickered. “I wish I could. I’ve never been able to operate like that.”
“Then, maybe you haven’t been focusing on the right things.”
I watched his lips draw closer. I watched them part, giving me a glimpse into the warm cavern of his mouth. A shiver trickled up my back. I felt his breath pulsing against my skin. My eyes fluttered up to his and I found him studying me. Gauging the situation in case I pulled away.
But, I didn’t want to.
Not from the knight in shining armor.
Our lips met and my world came to a careening halt. My mind didn’t race. My fingers stopped twirling in the excess fabric of my dress. A nervous tick I had developed over the years. His tongue slid across the slit of my mouth and I parted my lips for him, allowing his thick tongue entrance. I moaned at how it felt sliding across mine. His warmth took me over, shivering me from head to toe. And as he scooped me up into his arms and pulled me close to his chest, our lips disconnected.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Our foreheads fell together as my fingertips danced along the lines of his suit.
“I’m more than all right. I didn’t want you to stop,” I whispered.
It was the truth, and one I wasn’t afraid to admit. This was the first time in years I’d been drawn to a man, and things my body hadn’t felt since I was a teenager began to race back. My nipples puckered. My legs went numb. My eyes connected with his and I felt my heart race. I watched his stare dance over my face. I felt my hands gripping the collar of his tuxedo coat. I tugged at his, drawing his lips back into mine.
And the searing electricity that washed through my body made me ravenous.
I pushed off the wall with my foot, pressing deeper into him. His hand came up and cradled the back of my neck as his other arm wrapped around my waist. He picked me up without a second thought. Off my feet with one of his arms as he devoured my lips. Our tongues dueled. My hands slid up and around his neck. I clung to him and he carried me through the expanse of the empty barn before a shadow cloaked us.
I felt him sit down, and my body easily straddled his lap.
He kissed down my neck. Down my chest. Cradling my back with his hands splayed out along my spine. I leaned back, offering him more of me as I felt his cock growing between my legs. And the thickness alone made my eyes widen.
It had been years upon years since I’d done something like this. Would it even fit?
He kissed down my chest and nibbled at the skin just above the hem of my dress. I felt his hand creeping up my leg. Exploring my smooth skin as he made his way for my panties. My hands threaded through his trimmed hair. I gripped whatever length there was in an effort to keep myself upright on top of him. He whipped his head up and pulled me back to him, our lips colliding as he fell into the wall behind him.
“So beautiful. So incredible, you are,” he whispered.
His words hit me like a punch to my gut. And every single hesitation I might have had came crumbling down. I bunched my dress up, getting it out of the way of his hands as he explored my legs. My calves. My thighs. My clothed pussy. I moaned at his touch. I broke our kiss as my hands fell to his pants, trying to undo his belt. But they were shaking so furiously I couldn't get a grip on them.
He cupped his hands around mine and brought them to his lips, kissing them as he gazed into my eyes.
“Slow down. It’s okay,” he said.
I relaxed into him. I let him take control as he slowly inched the rest of my dress up. He massaged my thighs with his massive hands and played with my pussy folds over the pathetic cloth of my panties. I wiggled against him. I felt my panties growing soaked with his ministrations. He slid them over to the side and tucked them into the crook of my thigh, revealing myself to him.
Then, he dipped a finger in and sent me through the roof.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned.
“Mmmm, so very tight. We’ll definitely have to go slow.”
He withLogan his finger and I watched him lick it, tasting me with the kindest smile on his face. The dichotomy was too much for me. I needed that mystery man and I needed him that very second. I reached down for his belt again and his hands followed. He guided my movements until his belt was on the ground. Then, with an effortless flow that didn’t seem possible, he easily lifted himself up and slid his pants down to his knees.
And the thickness of his cock made my eyes widen.
6
Logan
Her glistening pussy was a deligh
t to behold. But there was nothing compared to the look in her eye. That look of want tinged with a look of panic. I knew what she was thinking. Especially with how tightly I found her pussy to be. She didn’t know if it was fit. She wondered if it would hurt. The next best thing to a virgin a man could find. And yet, that wasn’t what I wanted from this woman. I would have settled for simply her name. But the way she looked up at me with those beautiful gray eyes that sparkled with the light of the stars? I couldn't help myself when I kissed her.
Nor could I help myself when she caved to me.
I gripped her hips and settled her back down onto my body. I pushed the fabric of her dress back, my eyes darted between her fearful stare and her lovely, perfect pussy. I slid slowly, gracing her clit and watching as she shivered. Oh, she had been untouched for a while. And I was going to enjoy every part of her I could. I coated myself in her arousal as it poured from her entrance. I rose my hand up and cupped her clothed breast, feeling the overflowing handfuls she had underneath her gown. I captured her lips again, feeling her pussy jump at the surprise.
Then she moaned and relaxed into me as my thumb swiped over her clothed, engorged nipple.
She was the kind of woman who needed more time from me. More care. More opportunity to explore her body. She was the type of woman with a mind and a body to seduce. One who enjoyed lustful phrases in her ear as well as soft nibbles against her thighs. But, it didn’t seem as if she was going to give me that type of time. And I wasn’t going to complain. She had captivated me from the moment I first met her, and all night I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her. Tracing the outline of her curves with my eyes. Staring into her gray orbs whenever she chanced to look my way.
When I saw her exit the venue, I knew it was my shot to have a drink alone with her. To talk. To get to know her. To draw her name from her lips.
Never had I expected her to be straddling me and staring at my cock.
But again, I wasn’t complaining.
I tipped her head back up to me and gazed into her eyes. Her hands fell onto my shoulders, bracing herself as I slowly pulled back. I cupped her cheek as I pressed the tip of my thick dick against her entrance and I felt her tense. Contract.
“Relax,” I said, running my thumb along her lower lip.
“It’s just… been a while,” he said, blushing.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes danced between mine before she shook her head. “No. I don’t.”
I guided her lips to mine, and the second they touched I pressed my hips forward. She moaned against me, gripping the shoulders of my tuxedo as the tip of my cock sank into her. And holy fuck, was she ever tight. I felt her walls giving way. I felt more juices pouring over me, reacting to the slow force of my protrusion. I pushed in another inch, feeling her trembling against my body.
She moaned wildly into my mouth as she shifted on my hips.
When she settled down. I pushed in again. And again. And again stil. I filled her to the brim and slid against her pulsating walls that were spinning wildly out of control. I fisted her hips. I slid my hands underneath her dress and dug my fingertips into her excessive thighs. I had to keep myself under control. I had to keep a lid on my own primal wants until she was settled against me. Our hips finally bottomed out and she was sweating. I was sweating. The whole of us was sweating in the shadows of the barn as her weak legs trembled against mine.
“Holy shit,” I whispered against her lips.
“You feel so… so…”
I pulled back long enough to catch her stare before she finally finished her sentence.
“So good,” she whispered.
I reached up and cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips back to mine. I couldn't stop kissing them. I couldn't stop nibbling on her lower lip. I rolled her into me with the hand still on her hips and I felt her shiver. I felt her tits pressing against me. I bucked into her slowly, filling her and sliding from her. Grinding my tightly-wound curls against her clit and making her jump against me. Her hands were everywhere as I sped up. In my hair. Around my neck. Gripping my shoulders and fisting my tuxedo. She finally got the hang of things as my cock grew. Pressed against her walls and stretched her in ways I knew she’d never been stretched before.
She dug her knees into the bench and rode my cock, allowing my hands to guide her movements.
“Oh, my gosh. Holy… holy, yes. Oh… oh this feels so good,” she groaned.
“That’s it. Take the pace you want. I’m following you, beautiful. I’m following you.”
She rode me expertly. Like her very own fucking horse. Her thick thighs had muscles underneath them that called to my body. My toes curled into my shoes. I felt her juices dripping down my damn balls. She was soaking wet for me, and it spun the whole of my head. The harder she rode me, the more my grunts turned to growls. I dug her body into mine, slipping my fingers between her sweet pussy folds and pressing into her swollen clit.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed.
I reached up and captured her lips to keep her quiet. Though, in any other circumstance, I would have taken that as a challenge to make her cry out louder for me.
The two of us lost ourselves in one another. She coated my thighs with her juices and my cock swelled so big within her I thought all of the blood would drain from my fucking heart. Skin sliding against skin could be heard as our lips swelled against one another’s, and I nibbled her lip until it was so swollen she couldn't move it. She tasted divine. This beautiful, mysterious woman had captured the whole of my attention.
And now, she had the whole of my body within her grasp to do as she wanted.
“I can’t… go much… oh my gosh. It’s coming. It’s… I feel it. I can’t--.”
“Don’t hold back. Cum for me, beautiful.”
“I’m going to. I'm going--it’s--I--oh, shit!”
She curled into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. She buried her face into my shoulder, moaning and whimpering as her tight little pussy milked my dick for all it had. It threw me over the edge. Her pulsing movements and the way her walls rippled around the ridges of my dick sent me over the edge. I filled her to the brim, grunting and growling out into the stables as I held her closely. She burrowed into me. The more her body shook, the closer she held me.
It was ecstasy, and I didn’t want it to end.
Her juices sprayed my skin. She marked me in the ways I had marked her as I emptied myself into her body. Thick threads of cum that hadn’t released in weeks painted her walls, marking my territory before I knew a damn thing about her. She collapsed against me as I filled her up. Her pussy pushed my strings of arousal from her body when it began too much. She jolted and quaked. Shivered and whimpered. And when her pussy finally pushed my dick from between her legs, it flopped down between mine and sent a beautiful scent roaring around my head.
The scent of us.
I collapsed into the wall behind me. I didn’t even know what was behind me. All I cared about was what was on top of me. I held her close. I wrapped my arms around her and Logan her weakened body into mine. Stars burst in my eyes and the world tilted on its head. Something I’d never experienced with an orgasm before. I had no idea what had come over me. I didn’t understand this hold she had over my mind. But when I dipped down to kiss the top of her head, she raised it up so quickly it crashed into my chin.
“Ah!”
“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I--I um--.”
I felt her scramble off my lap, leaving my soaked thighs bared for the barn.
“Oh, no. This isn’t--this wasn’t--.”
I watched her scrambled to right her panties. She tugged her dress over her luscious body. She stuck her hands into her dress and maneuvered those beautiful breasts around. With nipples I still wanted to taste. There was a ringing off in the distance, but I couldn't place it. The ring sounded as if it was so far away. Was that my phone? A phone inside? Holy shit, was someone headed for the barn?
My world s
till spun. It felt like I was drunk. And the pain in my chin didn’t help much either.
“I’m sorry. I have to go,” she said.
“What? Go where?” I asked.
I tried standing up, but I stumbled and fell back to the bench I had found. What the fuck was wrong with me? It was like my legs wouldn't work.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” she whispered.
And as the sound of small footsteps ran away from me, I slumped over and put my head in my hands. I felt high. Drunk. I felt the barn spinning around me. Never in my life had I had an orgasm that hard. Never in my life had a woman left me at such a loss for words and perspective.
The woman in the blue gown was fire for me. Life. A breath of fresh air I’d been craving for months.
And she left without even giving me her fucking name.
7
Gwen
I hated having to rush away from him, but my phone in the pocket of my dress kept going off. And I knew that ringer. It was the clinic’s ringer. I hadn’t taken the night off, in case someone, somewhere, needed something. And it seemed as if someone did. I raced across the grass with my heels in my hands, heading straight for my car as I pulled up the details on my phone.
A dog had been hit by a car and was already at the clinic. Emergency surgery necessary.
I slammed on the gas and peeled out of the parking space. But part of me was still back at the barn with that handsome, breathtaking stranger. My mind still felt lighter-than-air from the pleasure he poured over me, but I couldn't focus on it. An animal needed me and I had to get back to the mission immediately. It’s life depended on it. When duty called, I couldn’t say ‘no’.
I’d taken an oath to reassure people of that fact.
I raced across town, dodging through traffic and careening through yellow lights. I blew my horn, counting down the minutes until I was there. And when I screeched into a parking space and barreled into the clinic, I immediately changed into my scrubs.
Take It Easy Page 3