Dynomite: A Stepbrother Cowboy Romance (17 page)

“Whoa, there,” I said, like April was a horse.

“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” She panted, too, like the effort of playing with my dick was getting to her. “You’re afraid you’re going to bust a nut.”

“Bust a nut” sounded like something I—the crude and unrefined one—would say, and I had to laugh. But laughing also made me feel like I was going to fire off a load, and I was starting to feel I was screwed. In the metaphorical sense. I was going to spew all over her inner thighs, and my shame would be complete.

April did the most surprising thing then. She sank down onto my cock. I pierced her tight, hot cunt, both of us gasping for different reasons.

I couldn’t tell if her expression was one of pleasure or pain. Often, knowing my dick, it was the latter. But April was a trooper, and she bore down on me with determination. I held my breath. I wasn’t about to shoot my wad prematurely. Not with this delectable piece of woman spinning on the tip of my cock.

APRIL

I couldn’t fucking
believe I was sitting on top of Dyno, his prick sliding inside me.

The wine must’ve loosened my inhibitions. I’d been raring to pop my cherry for a long time now, and I’d decided it wasn’t going to be with Lawson, and especially not with Marcus. I knew I had to hurry if I wanted to get Dyno’s prick inside of me, stat. If I wanted to start my nonexistent college term declaring I was no longer a virgin, I needed to take advantage of this boy’s sleazy, deviant nature.

He was a sleazebag. He’d fuck anything that moved—or so I thought back then.

He didn’t fuck Olivia, something that increased the urgency of allowing him to deflower me.

It hurt. As many dildos as I’d slid up there over the years, it still hurt. Let’s face it. Even I would be too ashamed to purchase a dildo the length and girth of Dyno Drummond.

I couldn’t believe I was doing it.

The most down and dirty boy I’d known, and I was straddling him like he was a fucking ornery, pissed-off bull. Just rubbing his cockhead against myself made my innards flutter with desire.
I desired him
, way more than I’d ever desired stupid old Lawson. This one was a sleazy, naughty, taboo bad boy in every way shape, and form. And I desired him in the most womanly way.

I bobbed up and down on top of him for a while, trying to sink that monster deeper and deeper. His face was serene as he leaned back on one hand like that. I was riding him like the most proper and experienced cowgirl, only I couldn’t take him all in. This was my biggest nightmare!

“Hurt?” he finally asked. He seemed to be manipulating me with his hand. Like the hand that was allowed to grip his bareback rigging, he pressed and prodded me this way and that. I could tell he liked to be in control. He probably wasn’t used to a girl being on top.

“A little,” I squeaked out, my voice tight.

He grinned that lopsided grin I adored so much. “Not used to it, eh?”

I could never admit
that
! But I had to admit
something
, so I said, “Not used to such a monster dick.” There. Another half an inch inside me. That tool felt like a bowling ball crammed inside my belly button. I’m not a small woman by any stretch of the imagination—fact, had gained a lot of weight since my mom’s death because I just didn’t care about my figure anymore, another reason I’d gotten so mad when Dyno had drawn all over my modeling portfolio—but trying to drive that enormous penis inside my complaining, narrow pussy just seemed like trying to hammer a square peg into a round hole.

Impossible.

Until Dyno flipped me over.

“Here,” he said, as lightly as though he was flipping pancakes.

Soon I was on my back, seeing stars in more ways than one.

He’d even withdrawn his pole a bit, and he seemed content to hold himself up over me, his hips shuddering, his breath catching in his throat. His voice trembled. “You’re one damned fine piece of ass, Miss April Pleasure. I want you to know that. I’ve been jacking off to your face for months now. There’s no one fine enough to compare to you.”

“Talk dirty.” I panted too. “I want the real you, Dyno. I want you as real, dirty, and nasty as can be.”

“Well then.” His voice even dropped a register or two. “I’ve been dreaming about this tight pussy for months now, too. When I dove into your muff I wanted to cover my face with your tasty juices, Miss Squarepants. All I could think of was taking you like a dog, like a wild, feral bitch in heat, till I made you scream out your desire.”

That relaxed me, believe it or not. Dyno had read my mind. I had wanted to be taken like a bitch in heat, because that’s what I felt like! I wanted him brutally, honestly, stripped down to the bone, and now because I was such a mamby-pamby virgin, he had to tread so lightly with me.

I bucked my hips now to meet his. “Tell me more, Dyno. Tell me how badly you want to screw me.”

“Oh, I want to get up in your business all right.” I felt his balls brush my ass, and I knew he was deeply embedded in me. When had that happened? The pain wasn’t so intolerable anymore. I even squirmed from side to side as I fucked him.
I’m fucking Dyno.
It was too much for my brain to contain. I’d think about it tomorrow. “I want to fill you so full of my jizz it squirts out your butt.”

A giggle erupted from me. The picture of that was just too much. Dyno moved quicker now, giving me small little jabs with his big tool. “Dyno. I said dirty, not funny.”

“Making you laugh takes your mind off it,” he growled, and took a sloppy, indecent bite from my neck. His dick pulsed and twitched inside of me. It had never occurred to me that he was as turned on as I was.

I stroked his bare shoulder. I even licked it, enjoying the tart taste of his fresh sweat from the arena. “I don’t want my mind taken off it. I want to remember every second of this. Your sweet taste.” I licked his dusty, silken bicep, bulging with that vein running down it. How many fucking times had I drooled over the sight of his strapping arms, muscular from roping cattle and horses? Now I was digging my bitten fingernails into that very muscle, tight and hard against my claws.

I breathed. I relaxed into the fucking. Each stab of his prick was still a searing, white-hot pain, but not like before. I could get used to this. And it sure seemed like the more I squirmed, the less in control of his own lust Dyno became.

I liked that. It was my first taste of female power. The power we hold over men sexually is one of our biggest talents.

We can make men squirm, beg, cry. We can bring them to their knees just by crooking our little finger, by promising a taste of cunt.

I liked that. It was a sexual triumph, holding this big, bad, rowdy, and tough man in my arms and feeling him tremble with passion.

I took his earlobe between my teeth. “Your scent.” I squiggled my tongue inside the shell of his ear. “Your sound.”

With my every word, Dyno caught his breath. He still wasn’t fully buried in me, but when I blew in his ear, he came off like a rocket. Oh, Good Lord! I could feel it! I could feel his prick explode inside of me like a cannon!

It was un-be-fucking-lievable, the way I actually
felt
his balls contract and bang against my ass with each thrust. He grunted like a pig rolling in the mud, his arms tensed, his thighs tensed, just jabbing me with his big tool. I’d never felt closer to anyone. We were fused together. It felt like he wanted to pin me to the ground, to fuck me right into his chaps that I lay on, to grind a hole in the soil with my butt. We were “as one,” as they say.

I never thought I’d feel this in my life. Even if I had allowed Lawson to fuck me, I knew it would have never felt this way. He’d grunt and it’d be over with. He’d just lie on top of me with all his beefy weight. Then he’d probably reward me by taking me to a movie or something.

This was light years away from that sort of defiled, used feeling. I felt
honored
to be the receptacle for Dyno’s tasty load of semen. You might not believe it, but it was only then that I thought about birth control. Maybe because I’d just gotten an IUD inserted, but it had only briefly entered my mind. I still should’ve been shielding myself against all of the vile diseases Dyno probably carried from all the chicks he banged. That did enter my mind now, but it wasn’t the ideal time to be mentioning it.

I kissed him, mushy and wet. I even clutched at his dick with the inner pussy muscles I’d learned to use—Kegels, I think they were. He gasped into my mouth when I did this, so I did it again, making his cock twitch inside me.

It hurt like a sonofabitch when he pulled out and rolled off me. I swiped my fingers against my pussy to see if I had bled. I hoped to hell not.

Good. No blood.

We lay there panting like two seals, our arms at our sides. Finally I got up on one elbow, but it was only to reach over Dyno and grab the wine bottle. There were only two sips left. We’d killed that bottle. That reminded me I had to pee, so I went behind the rock outcropping to freshen up. It was a strange, thrilling sensation when I squatted and the jizz poured out of me. I felt proud. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
About time.
It could have been much, much worse.

When I got back, Dyno had buttoned up his jeans but was still shirtless, sitting Indian style with hands dangling between his knees.

I sat close to him, sort of leaning against him, like an ordinary girlfriend would do. Is that what I wanted? To be an ordinary girlfriend? I didn’t know, and I didn’t really get a chance to ponder much on it, as you will see.

I brushed my lips against his dusky bicep. “Thanks.”

I loved his Texas drawl. “You shouldn’t be thanking anyone for a fuck, April. If anything, they should be thanking you.”

“Okay. I’ll remember that.”

He was silent for a bit. “And thank you.”

I giggled. “You’re welcome. Is that appropriate?”

“Sure as shooting. I don’t like talking much about it afterward. But I got to say. That was one intense, drawn-out, mind-blowing fuck.”

My chest puffed with pride. But I guess I deflated his ego with my next words. “We forgot to, ah—”

“Use protection, I know. I got one in my wallet. Just forgot. Hella sorry about that, girl.”

I liked that, “girl.” Still, it didn’t stop me from spouting off at the mouth. It was the wine, I swear. I needed to stop drinking alcohol on my mother’s death anniversary. Or sooner. “I’m not so worried about babies as much as disease. I mean, I know
I’m
fine. But what about you?”

He drew back from me, looking down his nose at me. “Why
me
?
You
could have diseases just as easily as me. I mean, look where we met.”

I wasn’t sure if he was joshing me or not. His sense of humor was sure puzzling sometimes. “So you’re telling me you’re fine, then? All those girls you bang?”

Now he looked uncertain. Probably unsure whether to take that as a compliment or not. He chose to brush it off. “I don’t bang so many girls. Maybe back in Texas. But out here I’m a…an outcast. In case you haven’t noticed.”

“I haven’t noticed it ruining your image with the ladies any. Oh, wait. Let me get this. I thought I turned my phone off.”

A text buzzed annoyingly in the back pocket of my skirt, like a really big, loud fly. Probably Olivia, giving me an update on Lawson.

In fact, Dyno assumed the same thing. “Hope the guy’s okay. I admit I don’t like him, but hate like hell to see anyone injured in the arena. Sport’s got a bad enough rap already.”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t about Lawson. With the hand of doom clutching my innards, I saw it was my dear uncle, Marcus.
Oh Lord. What does he want now?
I tried to angle my torso to the side as I read his stupid text.

Your friend Sequoia was beaten out at the arena. I know you were there. Come home immediately and I won’t tell your dad. He’s still with Sadie at the country club.

“What the…” My voice trailed off, but I knew I’d have to tell Dyno. Sequoia was his best friend. Standing, I shoved the phone back into my pocket. “We have to go home, Dyno. Sequoia was beaten up at the arena after we left.”

“What?” Dyno checked his phone, but apparently Sequoia was either too badly beaten, or didn’t want to bother Dyno with it. He angrily texted, then he, too, shoved his phone in his pocket. He gathered up his chaps, folding them carefully to stick them in his saddlebags. “Well, we know who fucking did it. Who texted you just now?”

“Yes. It’s kind of obvious who fucking did it.” I glossed over that it was Marcus’s text. I knew how just the mention of him rubbed Dyno the wrong way.

“How is he? Why don’t you ask whoever texted you how he is?”

I deflected the questions. “Did you text Sequoia? Maybe once you drop me off, you should go to the hospital or wherever he is.”

“Yeah, I texted him just now. Do we even know he’s in the hospital?”

“Good question.”

I didn’t want to drag Marcus into this whole mess. I wondered how Marcus had found out. Probably some parents of one of the football players. Maybe Sequoia had taken one of them down too. I sure hoped so. I texted Olivia to get more information on the entire disaster, and we sped off to the ranch house.