Cowboy, Take Me Away

by Peyton Banks

  They exited the house through the kitchen doors that led to the stone patio. The fire was already burning, giving them some light. Yani had the patio specifically designed for entertainment. It was a curved area where stone seating surrounded the in-ground fire feature.

  Them holding hands wasn’t missed by Yani. A wide grin spread across her face. She winked at Nasia, leaning into Rashad. They took a seat across from Yani and Rashad.

  Nasia was sure Yani was going to want details, but she wasn’t talking until she had something good to share.

  5

  “This was fun.” Nasia hugged Yani.

  Stan stepped out of the house and turned to Rashad who was right behind him. The night had gone better than he had planned. There was definitely something between him and Nasia.

  He’d have to be blind, deaf, and mute to not recognize it.

  “Thanks for the invite,” Stan said.

  “No problem at all. Glad you could make it.” Rashad’s grin spoke volumes. He gave Stan a firm slap on his shoulder. “Now, I’ve led you to the water…”

  Stan rolled his eyes at the idiom, but he got the message loud and clear. He turned to find Nasia and Yani chatting. It was late, a little after midnight, and he wasn’t ready for the night to end. They had sat out around the fire for some time, talking and laughing.

  His attention had been captivated by Nasia, learning tidbits about her. She was goofy, smart, and headstrong. She had spoken about her decision to leave her district managerial job for a chain of coffee shops in the big city and move back to a small town to open up her own business. It took guts, and Stan had much respect for her.

  It had been a long time since he had a regular night out with great food and friends. His gaze met Nasia’s, and he nodded to her.

  “See ya later.” Stan gave Rashad a salute. “Yani, you have a good night.”

  “You, too, Stan. Thanks for coming.” Yani waved, going back into the house with Rashad.

  Stan followed Nasia down the stairs and over to her car. His truck was directly behind hers.

  “It’s late. Why don’t I follow you home,” Stan said, immediately pausing. He didn’t know where this idea came from, but a protective nature came over him at the thought of her driving home so late. “Just to make sure you get there safely.”

  Nasia leaned back against the driver’s door. Tilting her head to the side, she studied him.

  “That would be nice. A woman can’t be too careful in a small town.” She pushed off the car and unlocked it.

  “Just what I was thinking,” he teased. He opened the door for her and helped her into her car.

  A few minutes later, they were driving through town. Stan drummed his fingers along the steering wheel, guiding his vehicle behind Nasia’s. The area they were in was not too far from Stan’s home. It would take him about ten minutes to get to his house.

  Soon, Nasia turned into a driveway, and he pulled his truck to the base of it. Nasia exited her car and walked over to his truck. He hit the button to lower the passenger window. She rested her forearms on the door and stared at him.

  “Thank you for making sure I got home safely.” Her voice was husky, his cock jerking at the sexy sound.

  “Anything for you as long as the baked goods keep coming,” he joked.

  “Of course.” She reached up and tucked her dark strands behind her ear. Her teeth snagged her bottom lip, and he could have groaned. Something so innocent was so damn sexy. “Would you like to come in?”

  Stan froze.

  She must have thought he was hesitating when in all reality he was just shocked at the request.

  “I mean, I understand if you have to go to work tomorrow. I was just thinking, we were having so much fun at Yani and Rashad’s that we could watch a movie or talk some more—”

  “No, I’m off tomorrow,” he interjected. This was his weekend off from the ranch for the month. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “I can come in. Let me pull into the driveway.”

  A wide grin spread across her face. She stepped back from the pickup and headed up the driveway to the front door. He parked next to her car and got out. By the time he arrived on the porch, she already had the door open and was standing on the inside waiting for him.

  “Welcome to my home,” she announced, waving him in.

  “It’s very nice.” He closed the door behind him.

  It was tastefully decorated and reminded him of a true home. His house had the bare essentials. When he’d moved in, decorating it was not at the top of his priorities. He had thrown himself into work and didn’t care what the place looked like, and as long as it had a couch, a bed, a television, and a fridge, then he was good.

  His gaze fell to her shoes by the entrance, so he toed off his boots, putting them next to hers.

  “Can I get you something to drink? A Coke? Water?” She led the way to the living room. She set her purse down on the coffee table in the middle of the room. There were two plush couches with a huge television mounted on the wall above her fireplace.

  “I’m good, thanks.” He settled down on the couch nearest him.

  Nasia smiled, sitting next to him.

  “So what type of movies are you in to?” She reached for the remote. She flipped the television on, and a classic movie in black and white appeared.

  Stan couldn’t care less about the television, he had eyes only for Nasia.

  She turned, finding him staring at her. “Or do you want to talk?”

  “Um, talking is fine.” He shrugged, unable to look away from her big brown eyes.

  She tossed the remote on the table and fixed her attention back on him. She slid closer to him, pressing her body to his. His heart did a little flutter action, his cock stiff as a board pushing against his jeans.

  Her hand slowly reached up and guided his face down to hers.

  The second his lips brushed hers, he was a goner. Stan gathered her to him, his mouth plundering hers. Nasia wasn’t shy at all, her tongue stroking his. A breathless moan escaped her, fueling the desire building inside him.

  He dragged her on top of him to straddle him, her knees pressing onto the couch on each side of him. Her fingers slid through his hair, sending a shiver down his spine.

  Stan rested his hands on her waist but then soon traveled up her torso, cupping her full breasts. He was a big man with large hands and her mounds filled his palms.

  Nasia nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, eliciting a playful growl from him. She leaned back from him, her hooded gaze taking him in. She reached down and pulled his shirt from his jeans, then her fingers flew to his buttons.

  Once she had his shirt open, a pleased sigh escaped her lips. She pressed hot openmouthed kisses to his jawline and trailed them down his neck and to his chest.

  “Nasia,” he gasped.

  She paused and glanced up. His chest was rising and falling fast. He could barely breathe as he gazed down into her dark bedroom eyes.

  “I haven’t been with anyone since my wife.” He cursed internally, a little embarrassed at the admission.

  “It’s okay.” Her hand trailed along the ridges of his abdomen. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while either.”

  “What I mean to say is my wife cheated on me. After finding out, I went and got tested. I came back clean.”

  Throughout their entire marriage, Victoria hadn’t wanted to be on birth control. She had the excuse that she never felt right on it. So he had been the responsible one, wearing condoms with her until they decided they were ready to start a family.

  The day never came.

  Condoms.

  Shit, he didn’t have one. Hell, what was the point of buying them when he wasn’t seeing anyone?

  “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain.” She slid down him and knelt on the floor in front of him.

  He wasn’t sure it was possible, but he got even harder. “I don’t have any protection—”

  “I’m on the pill.” She smirked, r
eaching for his belt. Her hand paused, and she turned her big brown eyes to him. “Unless you don’t trust that, then I understand.”

  He jerked his head. “I believe you.”

  She hadn’t given him a reason to think she would be deceiving.

  Nasia’s sensual grin widened. Together, they wrestled him out of his jeans, sending them to the floor along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, standing up at attention.

  “Oh my.”

  Her hand grasped his shaft, and Stan instantly counted backwards from a hundred, thinking of all the football stats he could conjure. She took one long lick of him, and he had to fight to reach for her. He dug his hand into the cushion of the couch, and she took her first taste.

  Her lips wrapped around the blunt tip, and he stiffened. His head dropped back, and she guided him fully into her mouth.

  It was pure fucking heaven.

  Her hand slid along the length of him in tandem with her mouth. Her tiny hand set a steady rhythm, leaving him panting. He needed to touch her.

  He reached out and threaded his fingers into her thick dark locks. Her throaty moan shot straight to his dick, and it was then he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

  Shit.

  He tried to lift her gently, but she batted his hand away.

  “Nasia…” He chuckled. He scrubbed a hand along his face, feeling the familiar sensation of his release. “If you keep that up, this is all going to be over before we even get started.”

  She flicked her gaze to his, and he bit back a groan at the sight of him in her mouth. She slowly released him. He leaned forward and snatched her up from the floor. He refused to allow their first time to be a one-minute fling.

  Hell, no.

  Not going to happen.

  “Hey, I wasn’t done.” She laughed.

  “You are for now,” he muttered, making quick work of removing her clothes. She had entirely way too many on. The piles of clothing grew onto the floor.

  Stan sat back and took in her full, high breasts, her dark areolas, her nipples beaded into tight buds, her waist tapered down to hips that flared out. Her body was like a Greek goddess, shapely, all womanly and currently his.

  He was going to cherish every square inch of her.

  He pulled her face to him and covered her mouth with his. It was a hard kiss, one where he wanted to consume all of her. She returned the kiss with a fire that left him wanting to bury himself so far inside her they wouldn’t know where each other began.

  They found their way to the floor. Stan braced himself over her, staring down into her eyes.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured. He wanted to memorize every facet of her. He trailed a finger along her cheekbone, down to her lips, swollen from his kisses.

  “As are you,” she replied, a tiny smile on her lips.

  He released a snort. He shook his head, then bent it down to press his lips to hers. She may have controlled them coming together in her house, but now, he was going to take the reins.

  It may have been a while for him, but it was like riding a bike.

  He broke the kiss and ghosted his lips along her flesh, needing to taste all of her. He arrived at her mounds and didn’t hesitate capturing one with his mouth. He teased her nipple with his tongue, massaging and squeezing the other with his free hand.

  “Stan,” she breathed.

  Her fingers were in his hair, driving him crazy. He loved the sound of his name on her lips and couldn’t wait to hear her shout it aloud.

  His tongue burned a path over to her other breast. He took his time in tasting it, bathing her nipple, then continued his journey south. Her legs widened to allow him to settle between them. He nudged them open farther, taking in her center.

  His pulse quickened at the sight of her brown slit, already slick with her desire. Her swollen clit peeking out from between her two labia. He breathed in her scent and loved it. He gently laid kisses along her thigh, teasing her.

  Nasia writhed on the floor, calling his name. She tried to guide his head to her, but he resisted. Having a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to show it was a complete turn-on.

  He brushed his lips against her thighs, making his way back to his final destination. Spreading her labia open, he slid his tongue through her slit, taking his first taste of her.

  She was just as sweet as he knew she would be.

  Stan latched on to her clit, her body jerking underneath his touch. The sexiest noises escaped her as he sucked it. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm, bringing her pussy farther into his mouth. He flicked her little bean and introduced one finger into her slick core.

  “God, yes,” she moaned.

  He bit back a chuckle, swiveling his finger inside her. Sliding another one in, he wanted to stretch her out to prepare her for him. She was a small woman, and he was a big man. He needed to ensure he didn’t hurt her. Her pussy was already drenched, and there wouldn’t be a problem in that department.

  He slowly thrust his fingers inside, setting a steady rhythm, and continued to focus on her clit.

  Nasia grew louder, her hips bucking toward him. He curved his fingers upwards, stroking the top of her vaginal wall. He increased the pull on her clit, the combination proving to be too much for her.

  Nasia’s body tensed, her back arching from the floor as her climax washed over her. His name was on her lips when she yelled, her fingers gripped his hair painfully, but it was well worth it. She could snatch him bald for all he cared, just so he could hear her call his name again.

  She flopped down, her breaths coming fast, her eyes closed. Climbing over her, he grinned looking at her flushed face.

  The old boy still has it.

  He gripped the base of his cock to steady it. He ran it through her slit, a grunt escaping him at the sensation of her honey coating him. He lined up the blunt tip of his shaft at her entrance.

  Her eyes opened and met his gaze while he pushed into her. A groan vibrated from the depths of his soul at the feeling of her silky channel enveloping him.

  A shudder racked his body.

  She was so fucking tight.

  “Ahh,” he moaned, unable to hold it in. He paused, wanting to sink into her slowly.

  “It’s all right. I can take it,” Nasia whispered in between pants.

  She lifted her leg and pulled him to her, and he sank completely inside her. She was so wet, he couldn’t think of anything else but the feeling of her wrapped around him.

  “Nasia.” Her name tore from his lips. His self-control was hanging by a thread. He bent down and crushed his lips to hers.

  Nasia kissed him back, her tongue inviting his in. The kiss grew deeper, and her nails dug into his back. There was a desperate need burning inside him.

  He drew his hips back then plunged deep again, setting a steady rhythm. He couldn’t get close enough to her, nor deep enough inside.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her nails scraping down his back.

  Her breathless cries fueled him on. He brought her leg up to rest on his shoulder. The change in position sent a jolt of electricity straight to his balls. He could feel every tremor in her body and her muscles clenching around him.

  Closing his eyes tight, he would have sworn he saw stars. Everything was so right between them.

  “Harder,” she moaned.

  The last piece of control he had was ripped away from him.

  His hips jackhammered his cock into her, unable to control his pace.

  Nasia’s cries carried through the air along with his. He was lost in the woman beneath him and couldn’t think of anything else but Nasia.

  Nothing else mattered.

  His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze landing on the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her slick channel had a growl ripping from his throat.

  It was the perfect sight. She may be small, but Nasia took every inch of him without complaint.

  A possessiveness took over him. He wanted to watch her fall apart on his coc
k like she had on his tongue.

  Nasia’s eyes opened, their gazes connecting.

  The familiar sensation of an electrical current starting in the base of his balls shot through him.

  His climax was near.

  Sliding a hand between them, he strummed her clit.

  “Stan.” Nasia’s eyes rolled back, her body arching toward his.

  Her nails once again dug into his skin, but he ignored the sharp pain. Her head flew back, her mouth opened with a scream tearing from her.

  Her muscles clamped down around his cock, taking the last bit of breath from his body.

  Stan’s hips pumped furiously, his orgasm rocking him. He roared, emptying himself into her.

  Nasia gripped his shoulder, his body practically falling on top of her. His heart hammered as he released her leg.

  Stan braced himself on his elbows to keep from crushing her. He outweighed her by at least sixty pounds. He rested his forehead on hers, their breathing still coming rapidly.

  Her hands skated along his shoulders and came to his jaw. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. A small smile played on her lips. She guided him down to her, taking his lips in a slow, deep, passionate kiss.

  “Will you stay the night with me?” she asked softly, studying him.

  She wiggled slightly under him. His semisoft cock was a still buried in her, and her movements were jerking him back to attention.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” He lowered his head again and claimed her lips.

  6

  Nasia tried to roll over, but something was keeping her from moving. She opened her eyes and found a hand resting on her naked belly.

  Stan.

  She grinned, loving the feeling of his muscular body spooning hers. Her body still tingled from the lovemaking they had shared. She turned over to face him. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

  He enveloped her, bringing her flush against him. He adjusted the blankets around them. She smiled. He was such a sweetheart, a gentleman, and a freaking sex god.

  The man certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. Her throat was a little scratchy from her screaming practically the entire night.