Not Looking for Love: A Cowboy Romance (4 page)

Richie helped Simone out of his black Maserati. That Gran Turismo MC was his baby when he was in town. He watched as she scanned the expansive underground garage.

“Is that a Ferrari?” she asked, pointing to the sleek red sports car parked in one of the eight or nine parking spots.

“Yeah.”

“Those are beautiful cars.”

“That’s not a car. That’s a driving machine.” He grunted and smiled as he pushed her against the car they had gotten out of and wrapped his hands around her waist. She threw her arms around his neck as she giggled.

He swiped his tongue along the seam of her lips and she opened up, taking his tongue, meeting it with her own, and he pushed his body into her, letting her feel just how turned on he was. He was so turned on it started to hurt. He couldn’t wait to have her under him, and the way she responded to his kiss and touch, he knew she was just as turned on.

Before ending the kiss, he gently bit her lower lip and sucked on it. “Mmmm, you are one sexy woman, Simone.”

She just stared at him, too breathless to speak.

“Come on, let’s go on up and catch the last of the sunset. He took her hand and led her to the stairs.

He was happy with the way this date was winding up. It was a little iffy during dinner, but they managed to overcome it. He still wasn’t sure what caused it though. And he couldn’t believe he talked her into going back to his house for a swim, grateful his parents were in France.

The sun was low in the sky, a giant orange ball against the backdrop of a blue palette as Richie ushered her through the glass sliding doors that led to the large backyard that was surrounded by palm trees.

She walked out a few feet then turned around. “It’s like a luxurious resort back here. It’s beautiful.” Her smile was just as bright as her eyes and he tilted his head as it hit him. She was so young and innocent, not at all like he figured a porn star to be. He couldn’t help but grin.

“What?” She was still smiling when she caught his look.

Her question shook him out of his reverie. “Nothing. Your eyes remind me of topaz gems. They’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” She blushed. Then she twirled back around and walked over to the lagoon style free-form pool with a waterfall, surrounded by rocks, cascading down on the back side of the pool. A sandstone colored beach entry was on one end, the one closest to them, and a diving board on the other end of the cobalt blue pool.

Richie put his arms around her from behind and pulled her into him. “My father handpicked every one of those boulders and rocks, and he and the designer worked diligently on the formation.” He chuckled. “Drove my mother crazy.”

“Wow!” She moved away from him as she slipped off her sandals. “Are we alone, here?” She bit her lip.

“Yeah.” His cock twitched.

“Can we go swimming now?” She sounded like a kid and Richie chuckled as he watched her hike up her skirt and step onto the beach entry and kick up the water.

“Yeah. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

She watched as he walked into the house, a smile on her face. His back view was just as gorgeous as his front.

Before going upstairs, Richie turned on some music, and George Strait’s voice softly sang through the speakers in the yard.

Richie came down the steps to the living room after hanging up his blazer and sticking some condoms in his pants pocket while in his bedroom. As he stepped behind the shiny mahogany bar on the back wall he looked to the yard through the glass wall and froze. Mesmerized was more like it. He couldn’t look away nor did he want to when he caught her lifting her blouse up over her head. Her skirt had already been discarded. Where it was he couldn’t care less. She flung her top on a lounge chair close by, probably where her skirt was. He absently reached around under the bar for a couple of glasses as he continued to watch her undress. She unclasped her bra and tossed it with the rest of her clothes, and Richie grew an instant hard-on.

He quickly looked down toward the glasses he was trying to retrieve and pulled out two Baccarat crystal tumblers, then swiftly turned and picked up a bottle of
Jura, a thirty year old, single malt scotch whiskey. He tried to walk out all cool and confident and shit, but when he slid the glass door open, she was in the middle of bending down, backside to him, as she pulled down her thong. Oh, man, did his heart beat faster. Fuck it! He stepped up his gait, wanting to get a closer look, but she had heard him and turned while bent and gave him a coquettish laugh then she ran as she tossed her thong and jumped into the pool.

Ooohh, you little minx.
Richie thought as he set the items in his hand down on the concrete deck by the shallow end of the pool. He quickly stripped down and dove in after her.

She watched him strip and her eyes grew wide at the pretty little—no that’s not right, there was nothing little about it—beautiful large cock he was sporting between well-defined muscled legs. Yeah, that’s about right.

She didn’t even try to swim away when he dove in after her. He snaked his arm around her waist as he popped his head up and trod water.

Her giggles only accentuated his need to be near her, in her as soon as possible, but he willed himself to slow down as he swam, with one arm still around her, to where his feet touched bottom and hugged her body to his. He pried her mouth open with his and rammed his tongue down it. A hand moved down and grabbed an ass cheek and it wasn’t long before the other hand moved to grab the other and he spread her as he moved her on his body.

Aside from the water sloshing around them, the only sounds you could hear were their moans and deep breathing.

Simone was wild with rubbing herself on his shaft and she was driving him wild with want, but he managed to break the kiss and put a little distance between them.

“Easy, baby. You’re on fire,” he managed to say in between panting. He let out a little boisterous laugh when she frowned. He grabbed her hand and walked her over to the area where he had set down the bottle and glasses. “Let’s have a drink. I don’t want to rush this.”

Oh, boy, was she embarrassed. She didn’t mean to act that horny, but it only hit her when she got a look at this beautiful man in all his glory. And when their bodies came together she almost lost it, he felt so hot and hard. She knew he was solid, but she didn’t realize just how built he was. His chest and abs, tight and well defined with a dusting of hair, and the V of his hip bones tapered down to his long, thick shaft with a bulbous head surrounded by short dark curly hair near the base.

She was breathless as she watched the rippling of his arm muscles as he opened the bottle of liquor and poured some in each glass. She quickly glanced to his back and was not at all surprised to see he had sexy, well defined muscles there too. Her eyes slid down to the top of his ass. It was perfectly round and tight, and she pictured herself squeezing it. He turned around just as she licked her lips, and handed her a glass. The corners of his mouth lifted. She got caught staring and shrugged with a little grin of her own.

He clinked his glass against hers and took a drink. She didn’t know what it was but she took a sip also, and he watched her scrunch her face and open her mouth to take in air.

“Oh, that burns.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it does if you’re not a scotch drinker, but I bet it’s warming your insides up now.”

The corners of her mouth lifted. “Yes. It feels good,” she said, her voice a little hoarse.

“Let’s try this. Bring the glass up to your nose.” He gently pushed it closer when she didn’t bring it close enough. He nodded. “Okay take a sniff. Tell me what it smells like.”

“Dirt?”

“Oh, darlin’.” He chuckled. “No, that’s the oak barrel it was in for twenty-seven years, before the last stage. Try again. Take your time, slowly breathe in.”

He watched as she did what he said, and nodded his approval when he saw her lips curl up.

“Vanilla. I smell vanilla and—” She paused to sniff again. “Flowers? No, fruit. Oranges,” she quickly stated.

“Correct.” He smiled. There is a hint of papaya and guava too, but I guess you have to have the nose for it, if you will.”

She nodded.

“Okay, now taste it—wait, wait, wait,” he said as he placed his hand on hers and stopped her from drinking it. “Don’t drink it too fast. Sip it. Coat your mouth and tongue. Swallow slowly. See if you can taste what you just smelled. It may burn a little going down, but that’s when you’ll taste all the different elements.” He let go of her hand and nodded.

She took a small sip and coated all around her mouth. It did burn a little, but then she started to really taste the liquor and after she slowly swallowed it Richie laughed at the face she made. He knew that was when it burned the most.

“You tasted all the flavors?” he asked after a moment.

“Yeah, that’s wild. I think I even tasted chocolate in there.”

“Yep. You did.”

“It still burned going down.”

“Yeah—” His eyes grew dark and he slowly perused her body before he gazed into her warm golden eyes. “—Going down.” He turned and swiftly placed his hands on the concrete deck and lifted himself up out of the water and turned around and sat down. “Now taste my cock.” His lips slowly turned up in a sexy devil kind of way as he slowly stroked his dick.

Shock hit her, but there was something sexy in watching him watch her with hooded eyes as he stroked. He’d already fingered her and brought her to completion when they were in the hallway of the strip club, so, what the hell, why not. She really did want to. She took in a breath at the sheer size of him and licked her lips. Moving closer, she set her glass down and kept her eyes on him as she lowered her face to his cock tip and swirled her tongue around it.

Richie quickly sucked in a breath, happy she wasn’t at all offended. “Oooohh.” He threw his head back and brought a hand to the back of her head and caressed her hair, noting how soft it felt. He quickly looked back to her when he felt her lips close around him. “Oh, baby, yeah. That’s it. Take it all.” The hand at the back of her head applied a little pressure. “Can you stand up a little? I wanna feel your glorious tits while you’re blowing me.”

She rose up a bit, placing her hands on his thighs for leverage and felt the power in his legs as she moved her mouth up and down on him. Just like she did with the scotch, she inhaled through her nose as she worked him and smelled the pool water and his musky, heady scent. She cupped his balls as her mouth went lower still, and played with them. She knew he liked that because she felt him grow bigger and felt him jerk. He even pinched her nipples which sent ripples of pleasure through her.

“Oh, yeah, faster. Yeah. Like that.” He sucked in a breath. “Oh, baby…, do you swallow?” his voice a bedroom whisper. “Huh?” he asked more urgently. He needed an answer quick, he was about to blow.

He felt the pressure on his dick lighten up a second and he saw her nodding then she went right back to work.

“Ooh, yeah. Don’t stop.”  And after three long grunts his body stiffened and he was breathing heaving.

Before letting go of his cock, she slowly swirled around the head and felt his body jerk, then she rose up licking her lips with a smile and she looked into his eyes.

Oh, she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Her face was flush, her lips were puffy, and her areolas were tight around erect nipples. He reached down and kissed her as he lightly tugged on them. When he broke the kiss he jumped back down into the water and placed a hand at the small of her back and guided her out of the pool, checking out her body as they went and licking his lips. Her ass was spectacular, soft and shapely.

“Come on.” He dropped his hand to her ass and felt her up as he continued to guide her to a cushiony lounge chair. “Let me see your pussy.” He turned her around and gently pushed her down, spreading her legs until they were on either side of the chair. He looked into her eyes as he squatted at the end of the chaise and saw the heat there before he focused them on her mound. With the thumbs of both hands, he spread her labia and took in the sight of her fully open. He lightly flicked her clit with a finger and she bucked and moaned. He grinned before he lowered his head and flicked it with his tongue a couple of times before swirling all around and dipping inside her, feeling and tasting her silky wetness then bringing it back up to her clit. Then he latched on and sucked her clit as he reached up and splayed both hands on her breasts, capturing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging and pinching them. She covered his hands with hers as her legs spasmed, feeling the connection.

She brought her hands to the back of his head and pressed him closer to her as she lost control and felt a sensation zigzag throughout her body, like a rollercoaster twisting and turning, feeling the highs and lows.

She moaned and bucked and when he bit and tugged her clit she screamed out her orgasm as she held on tight to his head.

He brought her down slowly, her body was so tight. Then he picked his head up and with a cocky grin, swiped his mouth with the back of his hand before sliding up her body and bringing his lips down on hers. He was ready to go again. With one swift move he knew he could be inside her to the hilt, but he pulled back, panting as he rose up and quickly walked to his pants. Rummaging through his pockets he pulled out a condom, unwrapped it, and sheathed up as he walked back to her.