Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (8 page)

Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his ear. "And how long do you think I can stay on? Eight seconds? Of maybe you'd prefer a ... Long. Hard. Slow. Ride?" She punctuated the last four words with a flick of her tongue against his soft earlobe and was rewarded with a groaned curse.

Reaching the stall, he hitched her thighs higher around his waist so he could let go of her ass with one hand long enough to open the gate.
 

The friction of his denim-clad erection sliding against her naked cleft caused her pussy to come flaring to life, and a little "oh"of pleasure escaped her mouth.

He stopped in his tracks and stared at her for a moment, his eyes burning with heat and desire. "Make that sound again," he demanded and slid her slippery folds against his zipper again.

Kayla couldn't help it. Another little sigh burst forth from her lips. There was just something about the way he was built, the texture of his flesh, and the scent of his skin that created the perfect instrument for her pleasure. Dry humping with this man was simply better than anything she'd ever experienced before. Though judging by the wet patch she'd created on the front of his jeans, dry humping wasn't actually a very accurate term for what they'd been doing.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" He asked, looking into her eyes with wild intensity.

Kayla shook her head and traced one of his golden eyebrows with one thumb in a gesture that was unexpectedly tender. "Why don't you tell me exactly what I'm doing to you. In detail." She said, returning his heated look with one of her own.

"I swear to God. I have never been so hard in my life. I just look at you and all I can think about is how much I need to be inside you." He kissed her then. Roughly. With one hand holding her mound tight against his pelvis and the other gripping the nape of her neck to hold her in place, he thrust deep and fucked her mouth with his tongue.

Kayla tightened her arms and legs around his incredible body, and enthusiastically responded to his insatiable kiss. His passion was so overwhelming. She felt completely at his mercy. She, who made grown men tremble, was loving the way this man dominated her. The more forceful he was the more he made her squirm with desire.

He pulled back and closed his eyes for a moment, obviously trying to gain some measure of control. He rested his forehead against hers, and took some deep, ragged breaths.
 

Kayla smoothed his hair back off his forehead and watched him, surprised and delighted that she was able to make him so crazed. She wondered if he was like this with all the other pathetic women who paid him to service them. Women like her. But was she really like all the rest? It didn't seem possible that this was all just a scene. But it was, and she needed to remember that. He was doing this for the money, and not out of any real desire for her.

Chapter Six

Once he was calm again, he opened his eyes and grinned at her. "Now, how about that riding lesson?" he asked, quirking one brow. Not waiting for a response, he slammed the gate closed and strode to the corner of the stall where she had stood watching him pleasure himself earlier. Turning around, he sat down on the bale of hay with her straddling his lap and promptly began undoing the buttons on her blouse.

"I have been aching to get my hands on these little beauties since I first saw you standing right here," he said, parting her blouse to reveal her white, strapless bra. He palmed one soft mound and molded it with his hand, feeling the nipple grow rigid and thrust against the centre of his hand.

Kayla, always insecure about her small breasts, couldn't help asking the question that always flashed through her mind at this point. "Are you sure? I mean, I thought maybe you didn't like small breasts, and that's why I still have my top on." She knew he would tell her exactly what she wanted to hear, but needed him to say the words anyway.

"You still have your top on for two reasons. One, because I never would have lasted this long if you were completely naked. You're so hot, I'm having enough trouble keeping my dick in check as it is, as if you hadn't noticed. And two, because she told me you were a little camera shy, so I though maybe you'd feel less worried if you weren't completely bare. I had my back to the camera when we were out there, so even if the video got out, no one would be able to recognize anything of yours."

Kayla felt strangely touched. He had been protecting her the whole time and she hadn't even realized it. "So, we're not being filmed anymore?"

"Well, the camera is right there," he said, pointing upward to a beam just above where she'd been standing earlier. "And it's aimed the other way. It’ll probably pick up a few of those sexy little moans you make, but other than that, it's just you and me." He grinned at her mischievously, like a boy cutting school.

"But aren't we supposed to stay on camera?"

"Like everything happening here today. That's completely up to you. We can move the camera, or go back out to the corridor, or anywhere else you want. But I kind of wanted you all to myself for a bit. Do you mind?" He cupped one of her cheeks and looked at her seriously for a moment.

Kayla gulped. Did she mind? The atmosphere within the stall suddenly felt much more real and intimate than before. Their sex play up to this point had been fun and wild, but now it almost seemed like they were themselves rather than their roles. Part of her wanted to resume her slutty dairy farm worker persona, but a bigger part of her wanted to see what it was like to be with someone she felt connected with for a change. And prostitute or not, if she was honest, she was feeling more with him than all of her other one night stands combined. She liked him. A lot.

Instead of answering, she removed her black lace mask, flung it down beside them and looked at him for the first time without that barrier between them.

He smiled at her sweetly. "You're even more gorgeous than I imagined. Now, how about that wig?” He gave it a gently tug. “It must be hot as hell. Wouldn't you be a lot more comfortable without it?"

How did he know she was wearing a wig? Was it that obvious? Did it look like she had a white cat on her head? The heavy fringe on the blonde wig covered her eyebrows, so it couldn't be that. Blushing, she remembered his intent look when he'd seen the reddish patch of hair between her thighs. He must have figured it out then.

She raised her arms above her head and slowly pulled off the wig. The gesture brought her small rounded breasts up toward his mouth and he leaned forward to lick the slope of one, and then the other.

Leaning back against the wall, he watched her with hooded eyes as she unpinned her hair. "God. You are just the sexiest thing I've ever seen, do you know that?" He caressed the inside of her thighs with both hands, gradually sliding his fingers closer to the apex with each upward stroke.

Kayla shook her hair out and it fell around her shoulders and down her back in a silky auburn mass. She had forgotten how sensual it felt when she left it loose. She could even smell the clean, flowery scent of her shampoo wafting around her. She rarely left it down, especially at work. It had a tendency to curl and was a complete nuisance to deal with. Besides, she didn't really think the wanton appearance it gave her really helped win anyone's respect, so she kept it firmly slicked back in a proper bun, or in a ponytail if she was in a hurry.

Today, however, feeling those silky strands sliding around her head made her glad she'd kept her hair long and wild. It made her feel sensual and womanly, very unlike her usual self. Judging by his admiring look, her cowboy was also glad she hadn't gone for the practical pixie cut her hairdresser had been pushing at her for years.
 

Looking down at him, she shifted her position until her knees were on either side of his thighs and gave a little shimmy against his lap. She smiled knowingly at him, acknowledging that he was still hard and aching against her naked flesh.
 

Feeling empowered by his heated expression, she held his gaze as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled it off. He reached for her breasts, covered only by her flimsy white bra, but she grabbed his hands. "You said we can do this anyway I like, right?" She asked him in a teasing tone.

He nodded, but looked at her breasts hungrily, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Well, this is how I want it." She took both his large hands in hers and kissed the rough knuckles gently. Then, standing up on her knees until her breasts were pressed against his face, she raised his arms over his head until they touched one of the gate's support bars. Taking her time wrapping his fingers around the bar, she shivered as she felt his warm breath against her breasts, and then his lips nudging at one nipple through the satin of her bra.

She pulled back abruptly and gave him a stern warning look. "No, I do all the touching and you just behave yourself and keep your hands on the bar. Okay?" She said, bracing her hands on his wide shoulders she slid her wet, naked mound down his ripped stomach. It contracted against her and the friction caused little pings of sensation throughout her core. When she was seated firmly over his throbbing shaft again, she wiggled against him, causing him to groan.

"'C'mon, Darlin'. I've been waiting all day. Don't I deserve a reward for all my patience?" He leaned forward as far as he could without loosening his hands from the bar, and placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss against the side of her neck.

Kayla allowed his kiss for a moment. His warm lips were electric against the sensitive skin below her ear and she instinctively arched her neck to give him better access to that sweet spot. Just as he was edging down toward her breast, she pulled back so far she nearly tumbled backward off his lap. Clutching his shoulders to steady herself, she shook her head. "Reward? I don't think so. I promised you payback earlier, remember? And now you're going to get it." She gave one of his small, flat nipples a tweak and smiled at his gasp of surprise and pain.

"Seems to me you were going to punish me for paddling that hot ass of yours. But we both know how much you loved it, so let's forget about the revenge and get onto the riding lesson, okay?" He thrust his hips upward as if to remind her why they were here and began lowering his arms, fully prepared to take charge again.

Kayla stopped him just as his hands were about to land on her breasts. "I'm not punishing you for that. I'm getting you back for teasing me unmercifully all afternoon." Firmly, she pushed his hands back up over his head. Looking around, she saw the lace mask on the bale of hay beside them and snatched it up.

 
His groan vibrated between her breasts as she secured his hands to the bar with the scrap of lace. It was stretchy and more for show than anything, but it got her message across. She was in charge. Just where she wanted to be. Being submissive had been very exciting for a while, but she was curious how he would react to being dominated. Would he be as convincing as her sex slave? Somehow, she doubted it.

Sitting back, she surveyed her handiwork. He was glaring at her, but was otherwise mouthwateringly gorgeous sitting there with his muscular arms framing his head and his sculpted chest thrust forward. She noticed that his armpit hair was touched with gold and reached out one finger to caress it. He flinched away from her as if burned.

Oh, he was good. Now he was going to pretend to be her reluctant prisoner. Where did Miss Bright find this guy? He seemed able to adapt to her fantasy no matter what she threw at him. He went from dominant to submissive in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that this wasn't his natural role, but he certainly put on a good show. Looking at him, at all that barely restrained power just seething to be unleashed, she wondered how far she could push him before his natural dominance would surface and demand to take over.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it when I touch you?" She asked, running her hands over his wide chest and down his stomach. His skin was warm and roughened with hair. It felt delightful tickling across her palms and between her fingers.

"No, I don't. At least not when I can't touch you too," he said through gritted teeth.

"I think you're lying. I think you like it a lot," she purred, gazing down at his lap where his huge erection tented his jeans. "Maybe if we made you a little more comfortable, you'd like it even more. What do you think?" She edged back a bit on his lap and began slowly unbuttoning his jeans.

"I think I regret not finishing that spanking when I had the chance," he gasped as she reached inside his jeans and touched him intimately for the first time.

Pushing his clothing down his hips as far as she could, she revealed his throbbing cock. It was even bigger and harder than it had looked when she'd watched him earlier. Her hand looked positively tiny wrapped around it.

"Oh my," she said, momentarily awed. Experimentally, she slid her hand up his shaft and back down again, mimicking his actions earlier. His erection seemed to grow even larger and a small pearl of white fluid appeared on the tip. With her thumb, she rubbed that drop into the head of his penis.

His breath hissed between his teeth and he groaned. "Katie. Please. There's a condom in my pocket."

"Hmmm? But I want to play with you some more. We don't need the condom quite yet, now do we?" She began alternately squeezing each of her hands up his cock from base to tip, one after another. Fascinated, she watched as more fluid gathered at the tip.