The Cowboy Rode a Harley

by Susan Arden

  Only inches from her, the scent of his body had her sizzling. She longed to press up against him, rather than stand under his hot perusal. Easier to hide, right next to him. The reality of the next few moments expanded. He edged his body next to hers, and then he touched her. A vortex spun within her belly, sending out spasms of pleasure. A low moan escaped from her.

  Stephen lifted her chin; his blue eyes, fringed with thick, dark lashes, held her enthralled. She didn’t dare breathe as instinct took over, and she recognized that the predatory light coming from his eyes targeted her wholly.

  Her mouth went dry. “What should I do?”

  “I’m going undress you. For days, I’ve imagined your body under me. And stripping your body bare is part of my fantasy.” His mouth covered hers, easing her turmoil, and melting the last bit of resistance in her.

  The embers of her arousal fully ignited. She dug her fingers into his waist, melding her body against him, moving into the space where she fit tight against him.

  His arms captured her until she was flush with his hard torso; from thigh all the way to chest, they were as one. Gillian was lost to the world in his embrace. All thought ceased, except for the way his mouth commanded her. His hands rubbed over her skin and down her torso, inflaming her hunger for the hardness of his body. His fingers were at her buttons, slowly starting at the top. Stephen broke the kiss, his gaze intensifying as the top of her dress came undone.

  Three buttons released and he groaned. “Baby, I’ve wanted to taste your tits forever.” His eyes were drawn to the cleavage she presented. He murmured, “Beautiful. So beautiful.”

  The last button popped open, and he lazily pushed the material off Gillian’s shoulders. The dress fell to the floor. Wearing heels, she reached out to him, wanting to remove her shoes.

  “No. First turn around. Mercy, I want to see you just like this.”

  As she turned, he stared at her, removing his boots, socks, and then his jeans were off as well. Wearing boxers, just like the other morning, and equally aroused, he came back to her, tugging her closer to the bed.

  Gillian bent her arms behind her back, unclasping her bra, and let it drop to the floor before he had a chance to utter a peep. Without thinking, she swung her hair over her shoulder.

  Stephen rolled his eyes, and she noticed his erection twitched within his boxers. He came to her. His hands found her shoulders, while his heated gaze feasted on her breasts. He kissed her again, crushing her breasts against his chest. His sprinkling of chest hair made her nipples ache.

  As if knowing what she needed, his hands were at the curves of her breasts. She whimpered, pressing herself against him. They both ground their hips and he took hold of her breasts, palming them in his large hands. His thumbs lightly caressed the tips of her nipples. She bit down on his lip, wanting him to take possession of her.

  “Stephen,” she moaned.

  He took her nipples between his fingers, pulling and thumbing the peaks until she cried out.

  “Baby, I’ll make you feel better.”

  His scorching mouth claimed her breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue. His hands moved lower, his palm pressed against her belly, and then he had her both by mouth and hand, stroking against her mound. She flinched and bucked against him. His fingers moved down her slit with the perfect pressure to make her go wet, and wetter.

  Gillian touched him back, moving her hand inside his boxers, tugging at the top of his erection. Something warm and wet leaked from him. “Your turn,” she whispered. She wanted to see him naked again.

  “Let’s move to the bed,” he said, his hoarse voice barely a whisper as he shed his boxers. His cock was as glorious as she remembered. Thick and hard, and the crown glistened. She wanted to lick him, taste him.

  “My shoes? Now may I remove them?” His head snapped toward her. The spark in his eyes flickered over her face and downward, as if he claimed her entirely.

  “I like that you ask me. What a turn-on. Let me remove them for you. Tonight, give yourself to me. Trust me?”

  She nodded. The act of asking his permission made the insides of her legs spasm. He wanted to possess her, and that was beyond the idea of a one-night stand. He lowered to one knee between her feet, unbuckling tiny clasps at each of her ankles. The sight of this powerful man kneeling in front of her, with his broad muscular shoulders and sinewy torso displayed as he gently lifted her leg, poured a deep sense of satisfaction throughout her body.

  He ran his hand up one of her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh. Oh God, the things he was making her feel. She reached down to his shoulder to steady herself as her clit pulsed steadily for him. He pressed his face into the V-shape of her panties.

  The heat from his mouth made her quiver, her folds becoming swollen. Stepping from her shoes, she took hold of his head and pressed her hips wantonly against his face.

  “You’re so hot and sexy. Your scent is mind-blowing.” His hands gripped her by the hips. He buried his face against her, his breath hot between her legs. His fingers brought the edges of her panties down, past her knees, and they were the last of her clothing to hit the floor. The cool air against her wetness broke out a line of goose bumps over her body.

  She stepped free of her panties, with Stephen positioned in front of her. Anticipation was thick, drawing her body to him, wrapping around them, tying them together.

  “Baby, I’m going to lick you. God, I need to hear you scream my name.”

  Watching the movement of his hands and face, she was fascinated and ready to burst apart on the next inhalation.

  He gently lifted her leg over his shoulder, one finger tracing across her folds. She was ready to claw him and scream. “Please. I’m so undone.”

  “Give me a moment. I’ll have you coming in my mouth.” His hot, wet tongue swiped her.

  Just as he promised, a jolt unfurled inside her belly, making her knees go weak. Again he licked her, flicking his magical tongue over her clit, and this time he didn’t stop. He took the metal bar piercing her hood between his lips and sucked. Her whole body convulsed. Tight spasms from her belly grew and unleashed with each suck of his mouth. He had her rocking her hips against his mouth as he licked her, going all the way from the front of her pussy to the back. Jesus, he pushed into her. That was it. She was torn open.

  That was what it meant to climax. “Stephen, please. I’m coming.”

  “Come for me. Oh, baby, all over my tongue.”

  He used his tongue, dipping into her opening and sucking her, deepening her pleasure. He was master of her body; the first man to do things she’d never dreamt possible. All at once, the floor fell away, and then she was cast over an abyss into light and ecstasy. She pulled his hair as another rolling spasm of bliss erupted. Her breathing continued to quicken, her head spun, and then he lifted her into his arms.

  “I’m going to truly make you mine. This time I’m going to rock both our worlds.”

  Chapter 7

  Stephen lifted her up into his arms and carried her into bed. He knelt down, and still kept her cradled in his arms. She was his. All his. After tonight, he’d have tasted her body. And that was perfect. His life would smooth out. No more shifting sands of doubt and insanity. Driving his dick into Gillian, he’d recover his senses

  He settled her on the mattress, gently laying her head on several new pillows he’d purchased. A sense of contentment filled his chest at finally having her in his bed. Such beautiful hair spread out, framing her intoxicating face. A face that swam in his dreams and kept him company during the day. Now he’d finally be delivered from the nut house he’d inhabited for what seemed like eternity. He bent his head, nuzzling the side of her neck. She’d climaxed all over his mouth, convulsions of sweet honey he’d lapped from her. His cock twitched next to his belly. Oh Jesus, how on earth to take this slow?

  “Sweetheart, you’re sure?” he whispered. “No pressure. You understand. Right?”

  “Stephen, I want you
with every inch of my being. Please, don’t make me beg.”

  The breath sharply exited his lungs. Holy Moses. He was nearly to the point of fast-talking and pleading if she’d said no. Regardless of how much he wanted to bring her pleasure, he understood in the next moment it would be uncomfortable for her.

  He lifted a condom from his nightstand, ripping open the packet. Gripping his cock, he noticed she watched him roll the condom down his length.

  Luckily, he’d never been a one-hit-wonder and he’d show her that, beyond the first-time pain, he’d find out what made her see stars. Had to, considering the way she made him see double. He eased back, running his hands down her body. Stroking her skin, he was mesmerized by her high, firm breasts.

  He opened her thighs, gazing intently at the space he’d sucked seconds ago. Her pussy was framed by deep, copper-colored curls. Inside she was pink and glistening, and his.

  Stephen stroked her skin, eliciting a shudder. He inhaled, moving between her thighs. “Baby, I want you wrapped around me.” Ever since tasting her and toying with her piercing, he’d been aroused almost to the point of coming. For all his worldly experience, she was the first woman he’d known pierced in that place. And so erotic, he’d been unable to stop thinking about her since the moment he’d touched her there. Piercing or pussy, what she had, he wanted. And then some.

  She was the type of woman he’d love to explore from top to bottom. Already, he’d determined she had the sexiest feet, legs, hips, bottom, torso, breasts, neck, face and hair. All that left was…a pair of ears. He glanced up to her face, and then crossed two perfect ears off the list.

  Between her legs, he pulled her closer to meet him. The pink glow suffusing her skin after she’d climaxed reminded him of rose gold. Everything about her was golden in some form or another. He’d swear he was more nervous than he’d ever been, more than nervous, and he drew out the moment, gazing at her pussy. Gripping his cock in his hand, he leaned forward, pushing up on one arm. He placed his hand next to her shoulder, and he wiped his crown across her slick sex. He sucked in his gut the moment his dick slid across her. Shooting stars lit up his head; he groaned as his balls tightened. Words clung to his tongue. He stared down at her, wishing to say something magical. A line of sweat beaded across his scalp.

  Gillian moaned, writhing under him. “Now, Stephen. Please.” She rubbed her breasts, squeezing each nipple and he stilled; his cock throbbed unmercifully as she rubbed against his tip.

  The sensation was exquisite, making him grow harder than he’d believed possible. Exquisitely painful as well. The blood engorged his length, and each and every brush of her slickness was an act of bliss that still demanded he hold back from reacting as he craved.

  Damn, he was being pulled apart, second by second. The moment crash-landed upon him. Either he jerk off, or take her. He was that close to coming. “Baby, I’ve got to get inside you.”

  “Mmm, you feel so good.” Gillian’s eyes were glazed, half-open, her lips glistening.

  His knees pushed into the mattress as he angled his hips and, in one thrust, he pushed into the mouth of her pussy. Oh, Jesus, he had to have her. Gripping his cock, he lifted his hips and thrust again, moving into her warm softness that enveloped his crown.

  Her eyes flew open and her face changed expression, while her nails raked down his arms. “Stephen,” she whispered.

  “Almost there. We’re taking it slow, baby.”

  He let go of his dick, placing his palm against her hip, and he pulled himself into her narrow opening. A little more. Her pussy hugged his cock. Hot and wet.

  He bent down, needing to kiss her, taste her. “Sweetheart, you feel amazing.” And she did. Christ, she had him ready to tell her everything he felt.

  Her lips trembled, and she closed her eyes. This wasn’t the moment to pour out his emotions to her. Shit. She was in pain. His mind scrambled. Better to focus on her physical comfort. That he could assuredly do. He nipped her jaw, dragging his mouth across to her neck. He sucked her skin. The smell of her filled his head. At the point she flexed, he sucked her neck harder, his hand tracing a pattern across her torso, his thumb caressing the curve of hip and waist. Stephen eased farther into her pussy. He kept up kissing, licking, and kneading her skin.

  Gillian’s body relaxed under him. She pushed back against him, giving in to him, and opening up for him. Almost entirely swathed inside her, his cock throbbed within her silky depths. He clung to the edge of the path where he was headed, a place that stripped him bare, and he held back from the urge to slam into her. He focused on the way she squeezed him, and the warm satin of her skin against his body.

  The fluttering of her body and her lips on his shoulder, followed by a soft moan, sent him into motion. He bore his weight on his shoulder, dipping into the mattress, and he lifted her bottom with his hands. Driving his length the rest of the way spent his reserve, and he loudly groaned her name.

  He thrust into her, moving her over him as he drove his cock the rest of the way, plunging deeper inside her. Seated fully inside Gillian, he let go of her bottom, and pressed his palms onto the bed. He gazed down at her, relieved to see a sensuous smile play upon her lips. Her palms rubbed his chest, her fingers caressing his nipples; a cavalcade of sensation stormed his body.

  “You feel so good inside me.”

  “I agree, one-hundred percent.” Stephen began moving, judging how each thrust of his dick was received. With Gillian’s seductive moans he increased his tempo, letting go his concern about impaling her when he began driving himself into her. He withdrew his length, leaving his crown hovering at the entrance of her pussy, and then surged back into her.

  She gasped, and then uttered his name, “Stephen. Just like that…do it again.”

  “Oh, baby.” He stumbled on his words, his mind consumed with her body, the way she clung to him. No longer capable of holding back, his explosion imminent, he asked, “Who do you belong to?”

  She gazed up at him, her eyes blazing. “You. Only you.”

  “Say my name. I want to hear my name on your lips.” He slammed into her as though to give her all she craved and needed, to do as he asked.

  She spread before him, milking his cock, tearing into his resolve to hold back and bring her to the cliff first. Never had a woman sent him over the edge like this.

  Gillian let out a sharp cry and then again. “Stephen. Yes. I’m there. Babe, keep doing that.”

  Jesus. He was there, right there with her. He moved his hand to thumb her clit. “Come for me, Gillian. Baby, let me feel you melt.” His balls compressed. The first jet of cum rocketed from his dick, followed by a body-blow shudder.

  Stephen plunged into her pussy, unable to stop. Fire surged in his bloodstream. She wrapped herself around him. Velvet heat. All thought went to filling her. He sought to push into her as deep as he could go. Grinding his hips, he wanted to remain inside her tight pussy. His silky heaven.

  Her voice echoed in his head, sending electrical jolts up his spine, and again he climaxed hard. Every muscle in his body strained in his orgasm. He pulled her against him, experiencing her release with his. She trembled in his arms, clinging to him, a scorching nirvana where he could remain embedded.

  He buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent. “Sweet Jesus, you’re mind-blowing.”

  Light fingertips trailed over his back. Lying inside her, he didn’t want to move. Except deeper, and he knew there were so many deeper levels he could go with Gillian. He inhaled, lifting up to contemplate her.

  “How do you feel?” he asked. Her legs were still wrapped around his body, and every few seconds her pussy pulsed, a slight clench and release. Instead of pulling out, he wedged into her further, realizing his cock was hard. Again. He flexed back, then pumped into her, watching her expression.

  “So good. I want you. Always.”

  “I want you. Gillian. Now. Are you able to take me on again?”

  Her brows winged upward. “Babe, any day of the week. Pe
rhaps after dinner?” She shifted under him, then ran her calf up and down his ass and thigh.

  A sound boiled up from his throat. Part growl, but more like a groan of satisfaction. Whatever it had been, he hungered for Gillian. “Sweetness. I’ll take you up on that offer. But now it’s time for you to eat. Can’t have you growing faint on me.” Christ. He didn’t feel close to stopping. But to take advantage of her…only a stab of guilt kept him from starting all over again.

  The tips of her nails licked his skin. He peered at her fingers following the lines of his tattoo. Gooseflesh broke out over his skin, his nipples pebbled, and she flicked her thumb back and forth across the top of his shoulder. “Can we stay in bed for a few minutes? Hold me, Stephen. Would that be okay?” she asked, her voice sweet and low.

  “You don’t have to ask twice.” He was prepared to agree to anything that fell from those lips.

  Slowly, he withdrew from her body. It didn’t gratify him to be done, finished. With other women, the point of separation was welcomed. Another objective in how he dealt with sex. Find. Fuck. Leave. Or pass out, and then leave. But not this time. He wanted to watch, explore, and make Gillian call out his name.

  This time, he filled his arms with a woman who permeated his whole being. Holding on to Gillian, he dissolved into whispers of intimacy. Instead of tuning out, he tuned in to her. “Better?”

  “Mmmm. Different. But if you mean better than before, I don’t think anything could be better than you inside me.” Gillian turned around, placing her back snug with his chest, and scooted backward until her rear-end bumped and brushed his cock.

  “I’d definitely second that statement.” He encircled her trim waist, and he kissed her shoulder, reveling her in satin-smooth, pliant body melding with his. Without thinking twice he cupped her breasts, tenderly squeezing each. Stephen focused on her, the woman and the person, unlike his usual M.O. “What did you do today?”

  “Do you mean work?” she responded.

  “Yes. What is your day like? Do you have students coming into the studio, or do you go to people’s homes?”