Boy Toy

by Jenny Gardiner

  “When you want to turn left, pull back with gentle pressure on the rein in your left hand. Squeeze back rather than tug. Keep contact with the right rein too. As you’re directing her to turn, apply some pressure with your left leg as that encourages her to turn in that direction. Again, once she obeys the cue, stop the pressure.”

  “I should’ve been taking notes.”

  “Not to worry. This will become second nature before you know it. It’ll be exactly like riding a horse.”

  She laughed.

  They started walking out into a pasture and continued on for a while until they got to a gate, where Sully pulled up alongside it, unlatching it and letting her pass through first before he closed it behind him. They walked through a cool forest, mostly in silence, taking in the sounds of nature, the breeze rustling the leaves, birds calling to one another, bees buzzing in the air.

  Soon they could hear the burbling of water, and the forest gave way to a wide riverbank, where there were a handful of painted ponies drinking from the shallow waters.

  “They’re beautiful,” she said as she watched them with concentration. “Whose are they?”

  “They belong to a rancher whose property is up that way.” He pointed across the river.

  “They look like happy ponies.”

  “How could you not be, here?”

  She nodded.

  They walked for a while longer till they came to a clearing and a field filled with wildflowers.

  Izzy gasped. “This is spectacular,” she said. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” he said. “Because this is where we’re going to stop for lunch.”

  He tied up the horses and helped her down from Missy’s back, then got her to spread out the blanket with him.

  As he retrieved the food from a saddlebag attached to Chunk, he turned to her. “You did a great job for your first time riding.” He pulled out crackers and cheese and salami. Reaching into the bag, he extracted a bottle of champagne and two flutes.

  “Sully—you spoil me! I might very well get used to this if you don’t put the brakes on it.”

  “Well, that wouldn’t be any fun to stop now, would it?”

  Especially because he was only getting started.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Izzy had eaten plenty and was thoroughly satiated. She took another sip of her champagne and sprawled out on her back, staring up at the puffs of clouds scattered across the blue sky. They were surrounded by a field of flowers in shades of purples and blues and pinks and reds, in a field edged by deep, green, serene forests. Snow still capped the mountains on two sides and the gently burbling river was visible off to their right. This place was a slice of heaven on earth. She couldn’t imagine how LA seemed more desirable than this, here, now.

  Sully leaned next to her on his side, propped up on his left elbow, tickling Izzy’s belly with a stem of lupine.

  “What are you doing?” she said, looking down at the brilliant purple flower as it dusted her stomach.

  “Just tracing a path where my tongue is going to go.” He grinned at her.

  “You think, do you?”

  He leaned forward. “I don’t think, I know.” He rolled on top of her and started to kiss her all over her head and neck, making loud smacking sounds as he did it while tickling her sides with his fingers. Izzy laughed and protested without much intent behind it, but soon his playfulness turned serious and he leaned forward to kiss her. She dug her hands into his pockets as his hands framed her face, his tongue tracing along her lips, down to her jawline, and along her throat in that place that made her crazy with desire. She pulled him toward her, but he wiggled free and shifted, working his way down her body, nipping at her breasts through her shirt before he reached beneath her T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing a sexy black lace push-up bra.

  “God, Izzy, now you’re really killing me,” Sully said as his tongue licked a trail down along her collarbone into the valley of her cleavage. He nudged away the cups of the bra to reveal pink nipples already beaded tight with anticipation. He traced his tongue along the areola of one breast while his fingers teased the other, pinching the nipple on one with his fingers while his mouth nipped and sucked and lathed the other.

  Izzy writhed beneath him, her hips encouraging him with their message of yearning as she ran her fingers through his hair, enthusiastically pressing his head toward her. He switched sides, licking the other nipple and sucking hard as his free hand worked its way down her abdomen to unbutton her jeans and slide the zipper down with ease.

  His hand shifted toward her hips, lifting the denim and jiggling it downward until she lent a hand and pulled as well. They came to a stop at her boots.

  “Hmmm...” He paused to assess the situation. “What should we do about them?”

  She gave him a sidelong glance. “Don’t country girls do it with their boots on?”

  He nodded. “That’s what they say. But are you a country girl?”

  “Not so much,” she said, “but I’m a girl in the country if that counts.”

  He grinned. “It does indeed. In which case let’s do this.”

  He sat up on his knees, staring down at her full, glorious breasts served up to him on the ledge of that sexy push-up bra, and it took his breath away. As his gazed traveled down her body, he saw for the first time the matching lace panties and he knew there was no time to waste. He needed a piece of that and he needed it fast. He pulled off one boot and then the other and dragged her pants down afterward, leaving her in those panties—but not for long—as he made quick work of them as well.

  “Remember that thing about the stirrups?” He gave her a sly wink. “How’s about we play a little doctor?”

  She put her finger to her mouth and gave him a coy look. “Do you want me to tell you where it hurts?”

  “I want you to tell me where it aches.” He moved his body so that he was centered between her legs, which were spread wide now.

  “Are you sure no one’s going to come up here?” She glanced around to be certain they were still alone.

  “I can promise you not a soul will show up. This is my property, darlin’, and no one is coming on it without my express approval.” He leaned down to inspect her pussy, which was already glistening with moisture. “I see what the problem is now.” He slicked his finger through the wetness. “It looks like your pussy is in need of some TLC.”

  Leaning in, he stroked his tongue through her slick center and groaned at the sweet, salty taste of her. This was a flavor he would never tire of. He traced his tongue along her lips and around her clit, falling into a pattern that had her pressing her hips to his face at an accelerated pace. When he slid first one, then two fingers inside her moist channel, she moaned out loud. At the far end of the field, Blizzard, who had been tagging along all day, answered the call with his own howl of approval. They both laughed.

  Sully moved the fingers of one hand up to her nipple while the fingers of his other played with her pussy and his tongue stroked with greater intensity.

  “Sully, please, I want to feel you in me when I come.”

  He shook his head. “Oh, no, baby. This is all you. Then we can worry about me.”

  “But I want to feel your hard cock in me when I climax.”

  “Not to worry, you’ll do that too.”

  He pressed a third finger inside her, curving his fingers to hit that spot that he knew would send her over the edge, coupled with furiously tonguing around her clit. Izzy urged his face into her pussy and shouted out his name as her body convulsed in orgasm, her pussy spasming around his fingers and her juices flooding his mouth, making him moan. He gave her a minute to finish and quickly stripped off his clothes, rifling in his wallet for a condom, and rolling it on in record speed.

  She pushed him over on his back and kissed her way down his torso.

  “You put it on too soon, Sully,” she said. “I wanted you to feel my warm, wet mouth on it.”

  Sully gr
oaned. “What say you ride me like a true cowgirl and we’ll save that for another day.”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “Boots or no boots?”

  “We’ll save them for another day too.”

  She lifted a leg over his hips and settled herself on his swollen cock, the head pressing into her wet opening as her body spread wide, taking him deep inside her. Once she pressed her pussy to his pelvis, she held still, with only a small little churn of her hips.

  “More.” He wasn’t past begging if he had to. But he needed to feel the slide of her wetness along his cock while he watched her tits bounce as she thrust on him like she was holding on to a bronco for dear life.

  He grabbed her hips as she started to raise them and helped guide them back down when his cock was almost out. The slick sound of his pounding into her wetness was all they could hear but for the whistling of the wind across the grasses and flowers. As he watched her grind her pelvis into him and draw it back again, teasing his cock with her body, Sully was intoxicated.

  “Lean over,” he said. “I need to suck on your tits while you do that.”

  Izzy obliged, guiding a nipple into his mouth as the two of them thrust against one another. It didn’t take long for Sully to feel the pull of come, his balls tightening up, the twitch of muscles deep in his pelvis, as light and sound seemed to freeze momentarily and blast through his senses as he convulsed in orgasm. As Izzy’s second climax erupted around him, his cock pulsed an endless stream of come and she collapsed on top of him, spent.

  Boy, was he in deep, both literally and figuratively. Buried deep inside her and in deep emotionally as well. He had it and he had it bad. He only hoped Isabelle Strong could reciprocate.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Izzy was the first to wake up after what could only be described as the most arousing sexual experience of her life. What with her legs spread wide as the wind rustled through her pussy and his fingers, mouth, and cock worked their collective magic. Oh boy, was she in deep.

  Sully was still snoring softly as she looked around and marveled at the sight of it. That’s when she heard a snuffling, chuffing sound that was definitely not coming from Sully’s mouth.

  Blizzard, who had fallen asleep beside them, woke up and started to bark, which got Sully stirring as well.

  “What is that?” Izzy said in a whisper, fully cognizant that they were in the wilderness stark naked and she had no idea what could be coming at them. Wolves? Panthers? Do they have panthers out here? She was holding out hope for something a bit more tame like a raccoon when she saw in the distance three bear cubs tumbling into the clearing, with a mother bear in tow.

  “Oh my God! Look,” she said, pointing at them. “This has got to be the best day ever.”

  “Listen, Iz, stay put, don’t move. I’m going to tie up Blizzard, so he doesn’t do anything impulsive, and I’ll grab the bear spray in my bag in case we need it. You might want to slip on your clothes very slowly. But no sudden moves. We don’t want the mama bear to even notice us if we can help it.”

  The bears were the distance of a football field away, which she’d hoped was a perfectly safe distance. She didn’t even bother to put her clothes on, instead she lay on her stomach, transfixed by the graceful movements of the mama and the playfulness of the babies who were diving and swatting at each other and looked like they were having a great old time of it.

  After a few minutes, the mama bear and her babies moved on in the opposite direction of Sully and Izzy.

  Sully breathed a sigh of relief. “That was a little too close for comfort,” he said, wiping his forehead with his hand. “I could see the headlines now: ‘Naked Couple Mauled While Making Love.’”

  Izzy’s thoughts came to a standstill. Was that what this was—making love? Not merely having sex, but sex with some much deeper thing happening beneath it?

  He came up behind her and lay on top of her, his belly pressed to her back, and she could feel him hardening against her.

  “Oooh, why Mr. Forester, it seems that excitement in nature turns you on.”

  He leaned down and nibbled on her ear. “You, Ms. Strong, are what turns me on. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” He continued to lick and suck along her ear while lifting his hips then hers and reaching around to toy with her pussy, wet anew with need. In record time, he reached for his wallet in his pants nearby and removed the only other condom in there, slipping it on quickly and hitching her up onto her hands and knees.

  “There’s something so erotic about doing it doggy style out in the wild like this, isn’t there?” He slid his cock inside her and held still.

  “Why, I couldn’t tell you as this is my first time like this.”

  “Mine too,” he said on a forced breath, holding himself back. Finally he couldn’t restrain anymore and grabbed her hips, withdrew, and thrust hard into her, repeating this again and again. “Reach down and rub yourself,” he said. “I want to watch you bring yourself to climax while I fuck you from behind.”

  Izzy obliged as his hips drove into her and he plunged deep inside of her.

  “Now, Sully,” she rasped. “I’m about to come. Do it with me.”

  He gave it three fast thrusts as she moaned his name and her pussy clamped down on his cock, pulling the come from him in an eruption of pleasure that had him shouting out her name so loudly the neighbors could hear it. If there were any.

  He lay there on top of her and an immense sense of satisfaction settled around her. This was where she was meant to be, with this man, and yeah, even with the moaning dog next to them.

  “Next time, we’re gonna need to lock Blizzard up somewhere,” she said. “We’re giving him ideas and not good ones.”

  Sully laughed. “Is this like the kids walking in on you?”

  “Creepily so.”

  “We’ll have to find a doggy eye mask or something. Or not bring him next time. Because trust me, there will be a next time for this. I’ve decided I’m a big fan of sexual congress in nature.”

  She smiled, as they rolled together laughing and relishing the moment.

  “SULLY! HONEY! BABY! So great to see you!” A blond woman in a Lilly Pulitzer knock-off dress came running in high heels toward the barn. Izzy had just dismounted from her new best friend, Missy, who had treated her with kid-glove care today. Even though, yeah, her crotch was feeling a bit worse for wear and tear, between straddling a horse for hours and being ridden by a man a few times too. But those were good reasons for a little discomfort. But this—this beyotch gamboling toward them like a wobbly billy goat—Izzy didn’t know what to make of her.

  But she did pretty quickly when the woman jumped into Sully’s arms and wrapped her legs around his hips—like what the ever-loving fuck was that all about? Evidently it wasn’t a long-lost sister. Worse still, she started kissing him—with sounds and lips and moans as though she were auditioning for the role of worst kisser ever. Only it was in the arms—and on the mouth—of the man Izzy had spent an intimate afternoon with. No question about it, she wasn’t a long-lost sister. Unless the man had a dark family history he’d failed to disclose.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sully stood stiff as a scarecrow as his ex-fiancée climbed all over him like a mad cat on a scratching post. It did not escape his attention that the woman he’d made love to moments ago stood nearby observing this relic from his past with great displeasure. It took some maneuvering—especially getting the woman’s tongue away from his mouth, but he untangled himself enough to get her off him and find out what the hell was going on with her. Clearly she’d lost her mind. Or was on some kind of drugs. Or something.

  He swatted at her like a cloud of gnats till at last, she stopped swarming him.

  “What in the hell is going on, Gretchen?” He had that look on his face that you get when the dog won’t stop barking after you’ve told it forty times to stop already.

  “Baby, I’ve been thinking long and hard about things, and I think we should give it another
go,” she said as she ran her fingers through her hair trying to straighten out the muss that must’ve set in during her blind assault on Sully.

  Sully squinted at her, trying to decipher what language she was speaking—it must’ve been some foreign tongue that made no sense to him. He could barely even muster up the words to say something to her.

  “Huh?” was all he had in him.

  “Oh, Sully, I heard all about your big contest and everyone back in New York is talking about what an incredible man you are and it made me start to think about what a great guy I gave up. And I saw that picture of you online and you were in some clinch pose like they have on romance novels—I don’t know who it was clasping you as though you were her life preserver and without you she’d drown, but please, spare me that. So, I caught the next flight out. I know there are going to be women like that going after you and I felt the need to protect you from them.”

  Izzy had by now planted her feet solidly apart and placed her hands on her hips like that Wonder Woman power pose that was all in the news not too long ago, and Sully kinda liked it—it made her look badass, but he sobered realizing it had some alpha doglike meaning and she was probably pissed. Especially because he didn’t have anything to do with this. He was blindsided by this bizarre attempt to capitalize on his awkward moment in the spotlight.

  Picture... she mentioned a picture. What was she talking about? Oh, crap, that picture... Wait—that was taken yesterday! And it was already out there? Wow, things moved fast in the era of social media. Talk about an invasion of privacy.

  “Um, would you mind elucidating matters regarding this picture you’re talking about?”