April, Dani - Raven's Ranch (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme) (14 page)

He pushed away from her suddenly and held her at arm’s length. “You don’t have to do this, Raven,” he told her. “I care about you so much. I don’t ever want anything wrong between us. I could just sleep on the floor tonight and the other guys would never know. Please, I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I want you, Chip, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” She looked down and saw the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans. “From the look of things you want me, too.”

She got up from the table and took both his hands in her own. She led him across the small space of the trailer between the kitchenette and her bed. Their eyes never left each other.

She positioned him in front of her bed and then pushed him down to a sitting position. Taking a step away from him, she reached down to her shirt and pulled it over her head. Beneath the lace bra her breasts looked firm and were standing proudly.

She reached down to her jeans and unsnapped them and slowly lowered the zipper. She kept looking at Chip as she stripped. His eyes never left her body and had grown as huge as the eight ball on a pool table. With a few wiggles of her slender hips, the tight jeans fell limply at her ankles and she was able to high-step out of them.

“Don’t move a muscle,” she whispered to him and, wearing only her newly purchased underwear, walked over to flip off the lights of the trailer.

When she came back to him he had done as instructed and not moved, but his eyes were following every movement of her nearly nude body, and it made him look like he was in a hypnotized daze. She knelt down on the floor in front of him and between his outstretched legs. They kissed again. His hands massaged her naked shoulders, but he seemed afraid to explore further.

Reaching down to his waist, she pulled his shirt up, and in a silent command got him to raise his arms over his head. She helped him take off the shirt. As soon as it was off his body, she leaned down to his chest and started to devour him with wet kisses all across his muscles. His face was buried in her hair, and he was planting kisses along the top of her head.

She took time to suck each of his nipples into her mouth and taste them. When she did this she heard a moan escape his throat, and she realized she was starting to torture him with her sexual attention, but he looked and felt and smelled so good. Her kisses even sounded good as her tongue licked his naked skin.

When she kissed down to his tight stomach, she reached for his belt and started fumbling with it, trying to unbuckle it in a hurry. As she worked with his pants, he was kicking off his boots.

At last she got his cowboy belt loosened and opened the snap of his jeans. That bulge beneath the rough fabric of the jeans was trying to force its way out, and she thought it felt strong enough to rip right through if she did not relieve him of his pants soon.

Slowly she lowered his zipper, paying careful attention as it passed over his erection underneath. His jeans completely undone, she reached up to his waist and began taking them down. He helped her.

The boxers he wore were tented severely by his erection. She threw away his jeans and felt him beneath his boxers. He was moaning against her touch. Kissing back up his body, she got to his face. This time his mouth opened for hers and they came together in a wet kiss. Her hands were still on his cock beneath his boxers, and now she felt his hands as they roamed down her body, felt the small of her back above her thong and then ran over her butt. His finger played under her butt cheeks, going between her thighs.

Before she looked away from their kiss and passionate embrace again, her hands had taken down his boxers to his knees and freed his cock to the humid night air of the trailer. The trailer was dark with the lights off and the newly appointed curtains closed, but when she looked down the length of his long nude body she wanted to gasp when she saw the extent of his erection.

He was swollen to male perfection.

“Take my bra off for me, baby,” she told him. “The clasp is in back.”

It took him a while to get the hang of removing a woman’s bra, and while he frolicked with the clasp on her back she fisted his cock for him. Dear sweet God, his cock felt so good. It was hot and felt like fire, a ridged muscle that was like another appendage to his long nude body. As her bra clasp danced around in his fingers on her back she kissed her way down his neck and took one of his nipples in her mouth again. She was not making this easy for him. She tried biting him. He groaned. She bit harder.

Finally her bra fell off of her body revealing her painfully erect nipples to him. He sat upright on the bed, and she fell onto his lap. One of her huge, red nipples just seemed to fall into his mouth and now it was her turn to moan as her sucked her. His tongue licked her and wetted her areola. She held him clamped down by his shoulder, wanted him to continue, wanted more of his touches.

As he gave attention to her tits, she reached between their bodies and felt for her thong at her waist. She wiggled her hips across his tight abs, repositioning herself over him. One of her hands held his enormous cock, and the other lowered her thong panties down her legs, she finally got them over her knees and was able to kick them off her ankles.

She fell back into his lap, her naked body squirming over his. Their mouths met in another feverish kiss, the sound of saliva cascading between open mouths filling the air of the dark trailer. Her hands were everywhere on his body as she kissed him, his chest, his stomach, his thighs. One hand came up beneath him to finger his balls, the other continuing to pump his hard erection.

When the tip of his swollen cock grazed her pussy lips, a bolt of electricity surged through her that almost made her come. She was losing herself in him, attacking him with a pent-up longing for his beautiful body. She wanted to take him in her mouth and taste him, but wasn’t for sure if he could stand up against the sensation, and there was no way she was going to let him come yet, not until she’d had her greedy fill of his entire manhood.

She was driving him crazy. His breathing was frenzied, as was hers, but he was starting to dry hump in her hand. He needed inside of her as badly as she wanted to take him inside of her.

The small confines of her bunk bed were not working as well as she would have liked. They were pressed up against each other, moving against each other like animals in the night. But it was going to lead to an early climax with her inexperienced lover, and she had to take charge.

She crawled out of his arms, letting go of his cock and allowing it to dangle between his outstretched thighs. She stood over him and bent to reposition him for sex.

“Sorry my bed is so small,” she whispered in his ear as she pulled his feet onto the floor and got him positioned just right for her.

Then she bent over him, her nipples flying in his face and taken back inside his hungry mouth once more. She pulled up a couple of pillows and sat them behind him on the bed.

“Here, sweetheart, get comfortable,” she whispered to him. He couldn’t answer her because her swollen nipple was still in his mouth. His sucking on her oversensitive nipple was almost painful, and yet it felt so damn wonderful at the same time.

She pushed him back, her nipple coming out of his mouth with an audible pop and a groan escaping from deep in her throat. His head fell back onto the pillows she had placed for him. Then she climbed back on top of him, hiking her leg over his lap. She took his cock back in her palm again and held it upright, pointing it toward her opening.

As she spread her legs over him she realized she was so wet the juices were about to drip from her pussy, and her lips were so swollen with desire that they puckered out to welcome the huge cock she was about to feed them.

They both groaned as she allowed his cockhead to run along her outer lips and gently spread them apart for entry. More electricity was shooting up her body at this touch. She was sweating from her need and felt like she would burst if she didn’t get him inside her.

“Lay back and get ready,” she whispered in his ear as she positioned him. “I’m taking you for a ride, cowboy.”

She sat down on top of him. Her open lips gladly accepting him inside of her. He was so long she could not fit all of him inside of her, so she had to stop her progress about half way down his muscle. She felt so full inside at his entrance, such a glorious pressure up in her womb. She lowered herself further, and he was pressing up against her cervix. She held herself upright over his chest. He was doing fine and not moving a muscle, his rock-hard body prone beneath hers.

She settled herself over him, wanting to take her time, enjoying every inch of his penetration into her body. He was in her as far as she could take him, though he was so long there were still several inches she just could not fit up inside of herself.

Pressing her hands against his chest, she levered herself up and then rocked back down against him. He gave a deep groan somewhere between a growl and a whimper. She arched her back and felt his cockhead plunge through her wet folds, pressing with force against her inner walls.

Soon she developed a rhythm over him, her back arching and her body levering up and down, her hungry pussy lips accepting his erection deeper and deeper with each movement of her body. She felt like she was being impaled. It was a somewhat alarming feeling, but it was building her body to a crescendo, all her muscles tensing against it, her face contorting, her breath stalling in her chest, fighting against it, an out-of-control force that built from inside her pussy, spread along her thighs with warmth, and knotted the muscles of her belly. She rocked back and forth on her knees. Every time she came back down he filled her up more than he had the previous trip, and every time she sat back up she felt that wonderful feeling of his cock sliding inside the moisture of her folds. Down again, the sensation built higher. She could not have stopped it now even if she had wanted to.

She fought it until she could not stand the pressure any longer, and then an intense orgasm racked her body, causing her to scream out into the night. The force of her muscle spasms caused her to arch her back over his plunging cock, and this caused more contractions and another one hit her with equal force, this last throwing her forward and on top of his hard chest.

Somewhere far back in her now very confused mind she formed a thought that told her she probably should be worried about how loud she was screaming. Her other men were playing cards just outside and she didn’t want them to hear her. But that half-formed thought couldn’t get too far up to the surface before her passion-flooded mind shut down and she fell asleep in Chip’s arms.

They lay naked in each other’s arms above the covers of Raven’s bed. It was an hour before sunrise, and outside the trailer, morning birds were starting to call to each other. Raven was still on top, her legs still spread over his body, and his now half-flaccid cock ran along her belly. She had fallen asleep with her head on his chest. When she awoke she felt exhausted from their sex but also felt completely satisfied.

She looked down into his eyes. He was already awake, his hand gently running up and down her back. He had no trouble meeting her eyes this morning.

“Good morning.” She smiled at him through half-closed lids.

“Good morning.”

She reached up and placed a kiss on his lips.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He was holding her tight as if afraid that he was going to.

“You won’t.”

“If we lose the ranch we’ll lose each other.” It was not a question, but just a statement of fact.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to lose the ranch.” She tried to reassure him with another kiss.

“I’m going to work real hard, and I know the other guys will, too,” he explained, “but that may not be enough. Every year we lose about ten to twenty percent of the herd.”

She raised herself on an elbow and frowned down at him. That was a really high number. To lose that many cattle, no wonder the ranch owed everyone in the state money and was about to fold.

“How do we lose them?” she asked.

“On a ranch this large it’s pretty common to lose a few head. Cattle are spooked easily. There’s a thunderstorm or a rock slide in the mountains and they’ll start running. Some of them get separated from the rest of the herd and get lost. They never come back.”