Dark Horse: Bad Boy Cowboy Romance (20 page)

I didn't resist. Hell, I twisted my body to help him, kicking my legs to get out of my pants! Soon, they were just another dark little lump of discarded clothing in the growing mound beside us.

With me now naked, Lance again surged forward - but this time he spun me around on top of him, so that I found myself facing backwards, towards his feet! For a moment I frowned, confused, but then I felt him easing my thighs apart by tracing a line of kisses up along the inside!

I barely had time to realize what was happening before it started. God, it had been so long since I'd had a guy make any effort to go down on me! I couldn't even remember the last time it had happened with Marsden - he loved feeling me suck him off, but I had to practically beg on bended knee to get him to return the favor.

Apparently, begging wasn't going to be necessary with Lance! His lips first brushed lightly against me, kissing and tasting and exploring, and then I felt his tongue come sliding out of his mouth and in between my own lips down between my legs, searching out the hard little nub of my clit.

It didn't take him long to find it - and I certainly announced his success out loud when he hit it! "Oh my god!" I gasped, my whole body shivering, and I swear that I could feel him grin in between my legs!

But as he settled in, now sending steady shocks of pleasure arcing up my spine, I turned my own attention to the man's pants. Sure, I'd managed to get his jeans pulled down to mid-thigh, but he still had his boxers covering his crotch, although I could see him, thick and hard and swollen, quivering just beneath the thin fabric.

Bending forward on top of him, I peered a little closer at his boxers. Just as I thought I'd spotted, they were covered in little cowboy hats as decoration! Despite the man's tongue currently inside me and making it very difficult to focus, I still had to roll my eyes to myself at this little detail.

And then, once I'd confirmed the picture printed over his boxers, I busied myself pulling them off of him.

It took a bit of maneuvering to get them past the big rod of his dick, but I managed - and then seized him as he leapt out into the open! He looked just as massive as he'd felt in my hands, and for a moment, I had to swallow in nervousness. What if my skills with Marsden didn't translate? What if I couldn't take the man as he wanted, if I couldn't manage to satisfy Lance and give him the same level of enjoyment that he was most definitely giving me with his ministrations between my legs?

Doing my best to push away these uncertain, nervous thoughts, I bent forward, opening up my mouth as wide as I could manage. As soon as I touched my lips to the man's dick, however, I both heard and felt him respond, grunting and stiffening.

One of his hands slid down to escape from between my legs, sliding up to the back of my head. He urged me down more, encouraging me to take more of him inside my mouth, even as he kept on lapping and tickling at me.

I did my best, and felt rewarded as his body stiffened up again, thrusting forward with his crotch. Yes! I was doing it! He was loving this!

Still, with Lance's tongue still working hard at my clit, I found it tough to focus on really getting him off. I kept having to gasp, and if I didn't pull him out of my mouth, I'd choke on his cock when I did so!

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I sat up, pulling him out of my mouth, and clambered forward, out of his grip as I turned around to face him once again.

Lance looked up at me, an unspoken question on his lips as to why I'd stopped, but I bent forward and kissed him again before he could start to vocalize. He tasted a little salty and sour, and I wondered if I was tasting myself on his lips.

"No more waiting," I whispered to him, once we broke apart. "Now."

And without waiting for him to respond, I pushed my hips down, feeling his cock, still wet with my saliva, push up against my own natural wetness!

For a moment, there was resistance, my tight body not quite willing to take in this intruder without a fight. But that resistance only lasted for a moment, and then he overcame it and pushed inside of me.

I gasped out, my eyes going wide, only an inch from Lance's face. He felt even bigger now, inside of me! His tongue had sent little shivers of pleasure through me, but that was nothing compared to the sheer rush of feeling from his cock inside of me!

Down beneath me, Lance also briefly widened at his entrance inside of me. "You're so tight," he murmured to me as his hands came up to settle onto my hips, guiding me down further onto his spear. "Does this hurt?"

"A little," I admitted, wincing as he pushed deeper. He was so big! But along with the pain, I loved the rush, the new sensation - and the thrill of newness! I wanted to give this man everything he wanted in a partner, to show him that I could satisfy his every need. "But keep going!"

A second later, I felt my ass settle down to press against his crotch. I'd done it! I'd taken the man's entire length and girth inside my body!

Lance grinned up at me as well, and I knew from that smile on his face that he was enjoying this just as much as me. His hands on my hips guided me as I began to rock back and forth, moving slow and luxuriating in the feeling of that big, warm rod sliding in and out of me, pushing me apart with each thrust like a splitting plow.

We started off slow, just moving together, feeling each other's bodies responding. But soon, we began to move faster, both of us breathing heavily as the man used the muscles of his legs and abs to thrust up against me, making my whole body quiver and shake on top of him with each collision. I, up on top of him, bent forward so that my breasts hung down and brushed against his chest, the sensation of my nipples only adding to the mass of pleasurable feeling flooding through me.

Lance's ministrations with his tongue had "primed the pump" for me already; by the time I decided that enough was enough, that I needed his cock inside of me, I'd already been growing close to coming. Now, with this massive cock managing to push most of the buttons inside of me at the same time with each thrust, it didn't take long for me to return to that level - and then surpass it.

"Oh god, yes!" I cried out, as one of those waves of pleasure, lapping higher and higher, nearly crested my mental levees. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

I didn't even get to finish the sentence before my mental levees gave way, that pleasure rushing and flooding into my brain like a tidal wave.

Lance lifted up his hands and pulled me down tight against him as I came, crying and moaning and shuddering.

Chapter thirty-one

For what felt like an eternity, I drifted on an ocean of cataclysmic pleasure, anchored only by Lance's arms looped tightly around me to hold my body up against him. I could feel myself shuddering, moaning into the man's ear as he kept on rocking back and forth inside of me, but at first, that felt as though it was someone else's actions. I just happened to be a visitor in their body, along to experience the sensations but not in control.

Only slowly, bit by bit, did my control return to me as the ocean of ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure began to recede. Slowly, the rest of my body began to return to my conscious control, my toes and fingers still curled up into tight little balls.

I finally opened my eyes, gazing down into Lance's face as he smiled up at me. "Oh my god," I said, my voice slightly hoarse. "Oh, you don't know how good that felt!"

"I can guess, from the sounds you made," he replied, tracing one fingertip slowly down my spine and making me twitch. I could still feel him inside of me, still big and hard, but now moving a bit more easily, thanks to my most recent rush of wetness as I came. "Should we see if we can get another one out of you?"

What a man! "That's mighty generous of you," I replied, forcing my tired arms to pull me up a little straighter as I began to work my hips back and forth on top of him once again, "but I think it's your turn! Now, what can I do to help get you off?"

The man's returning grin of excitement was all the encouragement I needed. He leaned up and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth as both of his hands reached back to wrap around my ass, squeezing it tightly and then pulling my cheeks apart so that he could slide deeper inside of me as his hips thrust upwards.

I thought that I was giving him plenty of pleasure just rocking back and forth, but as Lance took over, I felt my whole body rising up and down from the force of his regular, bouncing thrusts! I rose up much higher at the apex, as well, to the point where his entire cock was nearly all the way out of me, before gravity would take over and I'd drop back down and feel him slide his full length back into me.

This was certainly more exhausting! But looking down at the man's face, deeply shadowed in the light of the fire beside us, I could see him grinning - but his face began to tighten, and I knew that he was fighting his own one-sided, losing battle against his own orgasm!

I leaned forward, thumping my hips up and down on him. "Come on, Lance, give it to me," I begged, mixing my words with kisses and panting against his neck, his ears, as I bent forward on top of him. "I want to make you come!"

"Oh, I will!" he returned, his words laboring as he grabbed ahold of my ass and squeezed it. "God, I'm almost there!"

"Yes, yes!" I begged him, rubbing my body slightly side to side even as I kept on dropping down on him, trying to give him everything. "I want to feel you come inside of me!"

Lance opened his mouth - but before he could speak, his body gave one last shudder, and all that he produced from his open mouth was a groan of sheer pleasure.

Down between my legs, I felt a new rush of wetness, as the man flexed inside of me one last time. The rest of his body collapsed back down, limp, and I pushed down on top of him, giving him my tits to play with as he lost control. His hands, still on my ass, tightened and flexed spasmodically.

"Oh my god, that's so good," the man groaned into my ear as I rocked gently back and forth on top of him, making sure he got as much sensation and pleasure as possible. "Oh god, Gilly, I love it!"

It took a minute before the words he'd just spoken registered to my ears. "Wait a minute," I said after a minute, pausing and opening my eyes to peer down at his face just below mine. "What did you say?"

For a moment, Lance's face froze in a mask. "I said I love it," he repeated, emphasizing the last word. "It."

"Okay," I said, although, to my own surprise, I sounded a little disappointed! What was I expecting? I'd only just broken up with my fiancé! I shouldn't be thinking about rushing into a new relationship with anyone right now-

"But you know what?" Lance continued, his hands finally letting go of my ass and instead sliding up to wrap around my back and neck, keeping me close to him. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but what the hell. Gilly, I also love you."

At that, I really did freeze. I felt my eyes go wide as I stared down at this man beneath me, a naked cowboy, his penis still inside me. Had he really just admitted that he loved me?

I searched my own feelings. To my surprise, as soon as I delved beneath the surface of my own mind, questioning my feelings towards Lance, I found a huge reservoir of positivity. I'd been living with him for months now, after all, and in all that time, I couldn't find anything I really disliked about him.

But I'd found so many things that I admired. I thought of all the times I'd caught myself staring at him, fantasizing about what it would be like if we were together. I thought of how easily he made me laugh, how he always seemed to be able to see right through any of my illusions to the real issue bothering me, how he just implicitly understood me so well.

For a moment, I imagined what it would be like if he was no longer a part of my life - and I stunned even myself with the strength of that feeling of loss.

With Marsden, it had taken months before we told each other that we loved each other - and I'd always felt as though I was only saying it because it was expected, not because I really believed it. Maybe, I'd considered, if I said it enough, it would come to be true.

But with Lance, I didn't have to wait for it to become true. I already knew that it was a fact.

I opened my own mouth to finally respond, but before I could speak, Lance leaned in and kissed me. This kiss was lighter, less insistent and lusty than the previous exchanges.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmured to me, as the kiss ended. "I probably should have waited, but I just had to put it out there, to let you know."

I smiled back down at him. "I love you too, you idiot," I told him, patting him on the cheek. "And I'm not just saying it - I really do feel that way."

I watched as the man's lips spread into a delighted grin. "You do?" he asked, sounding almost incredulous.

I nodded firmly. "I do."

For a moment longer, Lance just beamed at me, as if he could scarcely believe his own luck. And then, in a sudden burst of energy, he threw his hands around me and squeezed my naked body up against his in a rib-crushing hug.

We might have gone right back to fucking right there, but I suddenly heard a rustling sound from the darkness, out beyond the glow of the slowly dying campfire. "Wait - what was that?" I asked, sitting up a little on top of the naked man beneath me and between my legs.