As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (11 page)

“In time,” he said. “For now, it’s your nipples that need your lips.” He pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock between Helen’s thighs until she could see the crown of his erection in the mirror just beneath her pussy. Feeling his hard cock rubbing against her labia made the nectar of Helen’s pussy flow even more freely. “Can you taste your pussy on your nipples?”

Helen was shivering with need. This game, tantalizing as it was, had gone on long enough as far as she was concerned. She wanted—no, she
needed
—to have Jared’s enormous erection pumping between the lips of her pussy, not just sliding against them.

“Answer me, Helen.” His tone was stern. Disobedience would not be tolerated.

“Yes,” Helen whispered. “I can taste my…” Her words faded with her courage.

“Say it, Helen. I want to hear you say it.”

She caught her left nipple between her teeth, bared her lips so that she could see the contact of teeth to nipple, and then bit down with steadily increasing force. Self-inflicted pain mingled and heightened self-administered pleasure. She sucked greedily on the nipple for several seconds before releasing it. She finally answered, “I can taste my pussy on my nipples.” She moved her hips just a little, rubbing her buns against Jared’s pelvis. “Please…won’t you fuck me now?”

“Now do you see how truly beautiful you are?” His hands were firm on her hips, holding her in place as he slid his cock back and forth between her thighs, rubbing his shaft intimately against her tingling pussy. “Now when you look in the mirror, do you see the sexy woman that I see?”

Helen looked at her reflection. She recognized the lush beauty of her extravagantly rounded breasts, but she also saw the generous hips and thighs. Softly, honestly, she replied, “I’m trying to.” Old habits and deep insecurities could not be immediately banished. “But at least you believe I’m beautiful.” She sighed softly. “And that’s all I really need to know.”

She looked at Jared’s reflection, seeing his damp hair pushed back from his forehead, the dazzling brown eyes, the nose that had perhaps been broken in his youth, the mouth that could kiss with such amazing skill and speak such amazing words.

Jared said, “Tell me what you want. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

Helen shook her head. “Tell me what
you
want. I’ll give you anything.” She shifted her hips, feeling the enormous length of Jared’s fiery cock between her thighs. “When I don’t have your cock inside me, I’m empty. I feel”—she paused, searching for just the right word—“incomplete.” Jared put his right hand to Helen’s mouth, tracing her lips lightly with his fingertip as she spoke. “What can I do to make you happy?”

“You have the sexiest mouth,” he whispered.

Helen knew, then, what she had to do, what she wanted to see. She turned slowly, but as she did, she never took her eyes away from the mirror. Reaching behind herself, she found Jared’s erection and wrapped her fingers around it. Then she sank slowly to her knees, with the mirror to her right, pulling Jared around so that he was standing in front of her. She leaned forward, her gaze on the mirror, watching herself as she began licking the crown of his erection. After several seconds, she captured the entire head of his cock between her lips and sucked tenderly upon it.

She saw herself, at that moment, as a separate woman, independent of the flesh-and-bone woman she had always envisioned. Helen watched as her lips slid over the head of Jared’s cock then saw her cheeks hollow as she drew a vacuum upon him. Turning her face slightly to have a better view of the mirror, she took Jared deeper into her mouth and trembled when her cheek swelled outward lewdly from the crown of his cock pushing against it. It was a gaudy visual image of herself that played havoc with her senses, but seeing her own lips gliding along Jared’s manly flesh only made her pussy hotter and wetter.

Nodding with increasing speed to take Jared’s hard man-flesh in and out of her mouth, Helen watched as her breasts bounced and swayed, trembling and shaking with her exertions. She saw the line of her legs, folded neatly beneath her, and the glazed quality in her emerald-green eyes as she studied herself giving the fellatio.

“Stand up,” Jared said, the words jarring to Helen, who had been in a little fantasy world of her own making. In a harsh tone that would brook no resistance, he added, “Stand up and turn around.”

Had Jared said, “Stand up and walk through fire,” Helen would have complied. Her brain was spinning dizzily, the surface of her skin itching. She could feel the throb of her own heartbeat in her pussy. She turned her back to him and didn’t resist when he simultaneously grabbed her hip with one hand then pushed forward on her shoulder with the other. A moment later she was bent at the waist with her hands on her legs, just above her knees.

“Watch,” Jared commanded.

Helen looked into the mirror. Her breasts, now pulled by gravity, swayed away from her body, appearing even larger and fuller than they had earlier. She saw, too, Jared standing behind her, tall and lean, his cock sticking out from his loins like a lusty weapon. And then he guided his cock to her entrance, pausing only momentarily to rub the crown up and down over her sex lips.

“Watch me fuck you,” he whispered, also looking into the mirror.

Nothing in Helen’s life prior to Jared’s entrance into it could prepare her for the visual and physical assault upon her senses when she felt his cock thrusting deep into her pussy while simultaneously watching it doing precisely that. She whispered something indecipherable that might have been “Oh, fuck!” and then started coming, her pussy contracting around the hard column of Jared’s flesh as waves of raw emotion shuddered through her.

For Helen, there was nothing else in the world except Jared’s cock. Even as she began descending from the heights of her orgasm, she felt herself rising up again. The orgasm that she had just enjoyed was only a beginning. The ending was something that she could hardly fathom.

Through passion-glazed eyes, Helen watched her breasts swaying beneath her as she rocked on bare feet, squeezing her legs in her hands tightly, hoping to remain standing while Jared pummeled her from behind. She watched Jared’s buttocks flexing as he pumped his hips, driving the awesome length of his cock deep inside her welcoming body. She saw his flat, muscle-corded stomach flexing as he speared into her again and again and again. She heard the moist sound of perspiring flesh slapping wetly against perspiring flesh, and the sound of it was an erotic music that made her clit sizzle.

But through the haze of her own burgeoning excitement, reality intruded, as she knew it must. In a voice that quavered and stammered because of her emotional turbulence and the ecstatically physical violence she was undergoing, she said, “Don’t c–climax inside m–m–me.”

She watched in the mirror as Jared turned his face so that, in the reflection, he could look into her eyes. Helen saw the intensity of his emotions, but she could not tell whether he was furious with her for her request, or if in the lust-fogged recesses of his brain he even understood what she’d just said.

Helen had made the same request of Gregg on the two occasions that she’d allowed him to penetrate her body, and on both occasions he had disappointed her in a myriad of ways—not the least of which was by releasing his seed inside her. She had avoided pregnancy thus far, but she wasn’t so confident with Jared. For one thing, the sheer, staggering volume of his orgasms was the equivalent of three or four of Gregg’s. By that basis alone, the odds of impregnation expanded exponentially.

But would it be such a bad thing to have Jared’s child instead of Gregg’s?

It was yet another jolting thought for Helen, and one that she wished she hadn’t had. With Jared’s cock seesawing between the lips of her pussy, rubbing against her sex lips and tantalizing her clit to push her relentlessly toward yet another climax, the last thing in the world that Helen wanted was the image of Gregg in her mind’s eye.

She blinked her eyes several times to clear her vision and focused once more on the mirror. Jared’s hands were tight on her hips, his fingers pressing deeply into her flesh to hold her steady as he pounded his pelvis against the luscious curves of her backside, pumping his cock full-length into her pussy.

This time when Helen spoke, the words were distinct. “Oh, fuck!” she said. And then, with a certain tone of awe and desperation, she added, “I’m coming again!”

And she did. Even more cataclysmically than the previous time. Only Jared’s great strength kept her standing, his hands gripping as solidly as steel as he held her up and pulled her curving hips backward to meet each invasion, forcing Helen to impale herself upon the ramrod thrusts of his cock.

“Awww!” Jared growled when he’d reached the limit of his stamina.

Helen was looking in the mirror, her vision blurred by lust. She watched as Jared withdrew an instant before his climax began. Even in the lust-disoriented state of her consciousness, she was astonished to watch a long, thick, milky jet of sperm explode from the head of Jared’s cock, arching through the air and over her shoulders to hit her in the back of the head, the creamy liquid mingling with her auburn tresses. A second and third eruption quickly followed, leaving streams of cum from her shoulder blades down to her buns.

Helen felt the heated cum sticking to her perspiring flesh and thought—not for the first time—that Jared’s orgasms were three or four times that of Gregg’s.

He comes so much. Thank goodness he didn’t climax inside me. How could any woman not get pregnant with all that sperm inside her?

“Ohhh,” Jared groaned when the last of his climax was deposited on the cheeks Helen’s ass. “You are such a sexy lady.”

He pulled on Helen’s shoulders, helping her to stand upright. He turned her, and when she faced him, he kissed her mouth lightly, gently.

When the kisses finally ceased, Helen smiled wearily at Jared, then looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. She saw the cum matted in her hair and dribbling down her back. Though it had felt erotic to feel Jared’s lust splashing down upon her, now, as the semen cooled, it wasn’t so pleasant.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered. “And—man, oh, man!—do I need a bath!”

Jared stood beside the bed, looking down at the sleeping occupant. His time with Helen had been brief, but in those few hours he’d discovered some fascinating things about her—and, more shockingly, about himself. He bent down and, with a forefinger, carefully smoothed an errant lock of silken, auburn hair away from Helen’s closed eye. When he touched her, she shifted slightly and then moaned softly in her sleep before resuming her deep, even breathing. The cotton sheet had slipped down her body by her movements, allowing her lush breasts to be visible nearly to the areola.

A smile quirked Jared’s mouth. He had always had a rather precisely singular though limiting fascination for women’s hips and bottoms as opposed to their bosoms, but with the voluptuous Helen Miller, there wasn’t a part of her that didn’t fascinate him, that didn’t trigger his masculine responses. And she was young. What? Early twenties? Maybe middle-twenties, at the oldest? Jared was thirty-two, and he had packed a lot of hard living in those years. There were times when he felt ancient, as though the world and its cares had added innumerable years to him—wear and tear that no one could see but that Jared felt down in the very marrow of his bones.

Naked, he crossed the room, picked up the coffee cup, and poured more of the good whiskey into the glass. He took a sip, enjoyed the burn as the liquor went down, and then walked back to the bed’s edge. What was happening—Jared’s continuing to stay in the same room with a woman once he’d finished having sex with her—was not entirely unprecedented, though it was certainly unusual. Jared’s typical behavior was to give his all to his lover, pleasing her and himself in all the subtle and less-than-subtle ways that he had learned over the years. But when the passion was over, a kiss on the forehead was all he gave the woman before he started putting on his clothes. He was not one to stay the night in a lover’s home, and he certainly never allowed a woman to stay with him in whatever hotel he happened to be staying at.

Another soft smile faintly curled his lips. Helen had blossomed in his arms, changing rapidly, transforming right before his eyes. He remembered their first kiss and her hesitant response to it. And then, a few hours later, her significantly bolder behavior as she bathed him, using her hands and lips and tongue to selflessly give him pleasure while seeking none for herself.

He glanced away from the bed. To the east, the sun was just below the horizon. A new day was dawning, fresh and clean and innocent—and in stark contrast to the horrifying brutality of the preceding night.

Movement on the bed drew his attention. He looked down and saw that Helen’s eyes were open, though just barely. Still, their emerald-green beauty touched him. “Come to bed,” she murmured indistinctly, sleepily.

Jared finished the whiskey in the glass, set the cup on the floor, then lifted the thin sheet off Helen. Her lusciously curved body, which had given him astonishing pleasure over the past hours, made the breath catch in his chest. He slipped in beneath the sheet. The bed was not large, so as he got onto the mattress, he dominated the bed. Helen moved so that she could use his biceps for a pillow, his arm around her naked shoulders, her face angled toward him so that she could continuously fill her senses with the masculine scent of him.