Promises Keep (The Promise Series) (2 page)

He’d come here looking for help with his problem. No doubt, this woman was an expert in men’s problems, a well-paid one if the pearls around her neck were real. However, he’d been hoping to sort of drift into the subject if he couldn’t avoid it altogether. Nowhere in his plans for the evening had he anticipated blurting out the humiliating suspicion that he wasn’t capable anymore.

And he wasn’t going to start now. He settled his hat back on his head. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but I think I might have come to the wrong place.”

A perfectly manicured hand high on his thigh halted his retreat.

“Not necessarily,” she contradicted in that same bedroom voice, leaning her chest against his arm. The heat of her breasts burned through the blue cotton of his shirt. Her perfume mingled with the scent of sweat and smoke. A heavy floral scent. Her hand slid up his buckskins to cup his balls. He froze. He shifted his hips. Her grip tightened to the point of pain.

He looked into her eyes and noted a ruthlessness he’d missed while admiring other assets. He had a feeling she’d squeeze his balls right off if he moved. He caught her wrist in his hand. He didn’t take orders from anyone. She arched her brow at him, the question in her eyes giving him pause. He relaxed his grip and settled his weight more solidly into his moccasins. This was her place. Her show. And until he knew where she planned on taking him, he might as well stay put.

She petted his balls as if to reward his compliance as she said, “I have a woman upstairs who specializes in, shall we say, these ‘little problems’ that crop up now and then.”

Her fingernail scratched along the curve of his scrotum through the supple leather of his pants. The heat of her hand penetrated the thin leather as her fingers slid behind his balls and pressed. Hot, shivery sensation shot up his spine and out to the tip of his cock.

“Her methods may appear a bit unorthodox at first,” the woman continued rubbing those fingers in small circles, creating new sparks and increasing the sensation, “but they are successful.”

He tightened his grip on her wrist. “Unorthodox?”

She didn’t appear upset with his interference. Her smile broadened. She bracketed his cock with her fingers and began a milking motion through his buckskins. She pressed those huge breasts up against him and continued massaging his cock. Her cooing, “My, you are a big one,” alerted him to the fact that if he didn’t do something soon, his privates were going to be flapping in the breeze. He wasn’t a shy man and sure enough, no one would notice this little show in the corner of the bar with all that was going on, but tonight was not a night he wanted to make a spectacle of himself.

“Ma’am, you’ve definitely misunderstood—”

She pressed her lips to his throat. Her fingers slid inside his buckskins, under his gun belt. Damn, she was quick! He twisted to the side but she grabbed his penis like a handle and started massaging. Hard. He wasn’t sure if the slight swelling that began was because of the abuse to his flesh or the stimulation. But a response was a response and he’d come here to see if he could still have one. He let her continue.

“Ooh, very nice.” The woman’s fingers stretched to encompass his width. “Lorraine is going to be a happy woman tonight.”

His plan was for him to be the happy one. “I’m not sure Lorraine is going to be enough—”

“Ah,” she breathed in his ear, her smile wickedly pleased. “So that’s it. Well, honey, taking care of that fantasy will be my pleasure.”

She slid down his body. Her heavy perfume wafted up to envelope him as her breasts rolled down his chest, and over his belly until they came to rest at his hips. He forgot about the witnesses, the crowd. Everything except the sight of her huge breasts cushioning the bulge of his erection.

For the first time in months, he felt a glimmer of hope. He stopped her when her hands went to his gun belt. He hitched it up and to the side instead. She made a moue with her lips, stroked his Bowie knife like it was a cock, and then pulled his blue shirt free from his pants. Her tongue dragged across the side of his belly until it tangled with the narrow line of hair that began low on his abdomen. She caught a few strands in her teeth, tugging them lightly.

He cupped her head in his hands as her fingers went to work on the ties of his pants. Her hair felt strangely brittle to the touch, but her breath was hot and moist against his stomach, and the things her tongue was doing to his belly promised paradise for his hardening cock.

Cougar gritted his teeth at the surge of pleasure that caught him by surprise when she pinched the head of his penis before sliding her hand down the length and lifting him free. Despite the crowd, despite his embarrassment, his cock had a mind of its own, and it was enjoying the attention.

A hooted, “Got yourself a big one there, Cecile!” from the stairs above had the woman smiling.

“A really nice big one,” she murmured, running her tongue over her vivid red lips. She glanced up at him from under her lashes. “You don’t mind if I warm him up for Lorraine, do you?”

She didn’t wait for an answer but slid that brightly painted mouth around his shaft, taking him all the way to her throat. The debate of how much of a floorshow he wanted to provide died a quick death. He no longer cared.

Fire streaked outward from his cock. The woman knew what she was doing. What started as a little interest developed into pure lust. The crowd, the hoots, all dissolved into the background. His world focused on her hot mouth and his aching cock. Pleasure he hadn’t known in months rolled over him. When Cecile pulled back to tongue fuck the tiny slit at the tip of his penis, he growled low in his throat and pulled her mouth back to where he needed it.

“No teasing.” This was too important to him to chance anything going wrong.

She cupped his balls in her hands, rolling them gently in her fingers as she withdrew her mouth. “But,
cheri
,” she glanced around the saloon, at the interest they were garnering, the money changing hands, “teasing is what this is all about.”

Thinking about that was not good for his erection.

Cecile motioned with her hand to someone behind him as she lapped his flagging cock. “I am sure you will be more comfortable sitting.”

He’d be more comfortable fucking the hell out of her mouth before this moment dissolved into yet another disappointment, but when the sound of chair legs scraping the wooden floor occurred behind him, he sat.

As much as it galled his pride, he was that desperate.

Her glance let him know she knew what he was thinking.

“My name is Madame Cecile. I own this place.” She tugged her neckline down until it cupped her massive breasts in a tight embrace, pushing them together and up. “You’re going to enjoy this. I promise you.”

The nipples on her breasts were small and tight, whether from the cool air or excitement, he couldn’t tell. She massaged his cock with the tips. She put her fingers in her mouth and then spread the saliva over her cleavage. When her white flesh was wet and glistening, she took his cock, and slid it into the deep valley.

Her flesh was hot. Fragrant. And hugged him as tight as any pussy. By rights, the top of his head should be coming off. It wasn’t.

Cecile didn’t seem at all concerned. She shifted forward until she was braced on her forearms, her mouth hovering above his cock as it pressed into her breasts. She lapped along its length, cooing when it quivered and jerked beneath the caress. As she leaned forward to nip the base, her ample buttocks pushed out behind her.

In the mirrors set on the wall kitty corner to the bar, he had a good view of both of them. Her white flesh was a stark contrast to the tan of his buckskins, the ruffles on her dress blending with the fringe of his knee-high moccasins, her mouth red against the darkness of his shaft as it slid through the pillowy whiteness of her breasts. She cooed again when the tip jerked against her chin and wiggled her ass like a puppy happy with its treat. In the mirror, he watched the plump flesh jiggle invitingly. So did half the patrons of the bar. Damn. That ass begged to be spanked.

Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her back onto him, watching as her ass shimmied again. Cecile motioned to a brown-haired, beefy looking man standing to the side. Cougar judged him to be the bouncer or the local blacksmith from the abundance of muscle in his chest and arms. Immediately, new energy whipped though the saloon. Catcalls dropped to murmurs and the crowd thickened. The atmosphere took on a dark expectancy that had the hairs on the back of Cougar’s neck lifting.

Cougar leaned back as the man came up behind the woman. He didn’t like the look of the guy. Cecile’s hand blocked his as Cougar reached for his buckskins. The weight of her torso against his thighs kept him in his seat.

“It is all right,
cheri
. Do not worry over Aleric,” she said. “No harm to you. It is just that they know my pleasures and are jealous of what you will…” she waved her hand descriptively, “enjoy.”

On the last delicate flourish, her hand landed on his cock. She stroked it from base to tip, squeezing expertly in between. His cock warmed to her touch.

“See.” She glanced up, a knowing smile on her lips. “Not bad at all.”

He had to agree, as she lowered her hot mouth. It would be almost good if they weren’t attracting such a crowd. She flicked the underside of his penis with her tongue. Once, twice and the third time she followed it with strong suction.

Flames of lust trickled out from his groin, licking over his nerves, burning out his inhibitions. He reconsidered his earlier assessment as he placed his hands on her head. It didn’t matter where they were. Maybe it was even better this way. Impersonal. No emotion. No guilt. Just a professional plying her trade and his body’s automatic response.

He closed his eyes and narrowed his focus to Cecile’s talented lips and tongue. He flexed his fingers in her stiff hair. She taunted and teased, but it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t what he needed. She resisted his insistent tug on her head, encouraging her to take him deeper. She was back to flicking her tongue over the head, nibbling on the giving flesh. He needed more. The catcalls from the crowd and the hoots of excitement combined with the rip of material, popped his eyes open.

Cecile still knelt in front of him. Her skirt was now in a silken blue heap in the middle of her back. Behind her knelt the man she’d called Aleric. In the hand he waved above his head were the remnants of Cecile’s pantaloons. When he dropped them to the floor, the crowd hushed. Cougar watched in the mirror along the bar as the other man leaned forward and placed his tanned hands on Cecile’s white buttocks. With a smile at Cougar, he parted the large globes. From his vantage point in front of the mirror, Cougar could just make out a hint of darker skin within. Aleric stuck his tongue out and waggled it at the crowd. The cheers were deafening. Cougar had a feeling this scene had been acted out many times before.

Cecile’s harsh “Stop playing and do it now!” confirmed his suspicions.

Cougar’s breath sawed in his lungs as she reclaimed his cock, taking him to her throat before bobbing her head back up to the tip and repeating the procedure all over again. Where she had been slow and leisurely before, she was all business now. Her mouth almost harsh in its demand, denying him the ability to do anything but feel.

In front of him, Aleric leaned forward and pressed a kiss dead center of Cecile’s crack. He had to be aiming for her anus.

Cougar’s cock jerked in conjunction with the twitch of Cecile’s ass. Aleric stayed planted between her buttocks, his cheeks flexing as his tongue worked. It was the most depraved thing Cougar had ever seen, but he couldn’t look away. With every pass of Aleric’s tongue, Cecile would jerk and suck harder on his cock. Whereas she seemed intent on devouring his cock, Aleric was content with licking and lapping gently at her ass. No matter how much she squirmed, he played her with infinite delicacy. Tiny little flicks that barely moved the muscles in his cheeks. A type of loving totally incongruous with what a woman would expect from a man of his looks and build.

God, did the man have eyes? Cougar watched in the mirror as Cecile’s buttocks flexed a plea and were ignored a third time. Instincts? How could he miss that winking little invitation to deepen the penetration? He should be thrusting his tongue in rather than lapping the edge. He should be taking her, stretching her, getting her ready. Letting her know what was to come.

Cougar’s grip on Cecile’s head tightened. When her ass flexed its invitation again, he pulled her hard onto his cock, forgetting his size until she gagged. He eased up, but kept his eyes on Aleric, silently encouraging the man to give Cecile what she needed. As Aleric’s tongue skated the edge again, Cecile groaned around Cougar’s shaft. The vibrations shot down to his balls, pulling them up tight.

The crowd’s cheers faded to the background. His world narrowed to the hot mouth encompassing his cock and the almost forgotten urgency claiming his body. He pumped hard and deep into Cecile’s mouth, desperately chasing the completion that had escaped him for so long, groaning when Aleric finally, finally treated her ass the way it deserved.

His balls ached, sweat dampened his shirt and stung his eyes, and still he couldn’t come.

Around him, Cecile started to shudder and shake as her orgasm overtook her. Aleric had one hand out of sight, no doubt jacking off as he serviced the saloon owner. His face still plastered to her backside. He jerked and moaned as he shot his load.