by Reece Butler
“Those are nice shit kickers. You like dancing, pretty girl?”
There was a sparkle in his blue-gray eyes, and lines of pain and exhaustion around his mouth. He was hurting, yet still flirting. She held out an elbow.
“Your doctor gave me orders, and I’m going to follow them.”
His good humor vanished. “I’ve had enough of docs.”
She scowled back. “Too bad. My mom’s the town doctor, so she’s automatically yours.” She held her elbow out again. “Mom doesn’t take it very well when patients don’t listen to her orders. If you want to work here, I suggest we do what she says.”
“Where’s Jet?”
“Papa sent him to town for supplies.”
He looked at her, assessing. His grin was back, making her pussy hum.
“Just how much help you gonna give me to shuck these dirty clothes and get clean?”
She took a deep breath and stared back. “How much woman can you handle?”
His eyelids drooped in that sexy bedroom gaze she’d read about. It did the same thing to her panties that it did to those heroines.
“I can handle whatever you got, baby girl.”
She nodded briskly, trying to hide how fast her heart was pumping. “No strings attached. Just whatever happens while you’re here.”
“Sounds good to me. Let’s get this show on the road.”
He took her arm and escaped the truck. They took a couple steps away and she pushed the door shut. He looked toward the house.
“Who’s inside?”
“Nobody but us for two hours.”
“Only two hours? We better get going.” He tugged her forward.
“How long a shower do you need?”
He stopped and looked down at her. He definitely needed a shower, but he was five inches taller and turned her on. He leaned until his mouth was near her ear.
“Darlin’, it’s not the getting clean that takes the time,” he whispered. “It’s the tucking me into bed and puttin’ me to sleep.”
Her pussy flooded. She had to grip him to stop from swaying. He chuckled, and tugged her forward. By the time they got to the top of the stairs she was leading and he was breathing hard from the effort. She could put him in one of her brothers’ rooms, but her shower was bigger. And her bed was right there.
“I’m taking you into my shower because it has a seat,” she said, bringing him through the first door on the left. “It’s not safe for you to stand while you wash.”
He was silent as she guided him through her bedroom, and into her bath. He leaned against the counter while she got out a new toothbrush for him.
“I’ll be right back.”
Heart pounding, she locked her bedroom door, just in case. Her suite was well insulated for sound, as were all the bedrooms, not that she’d ever had a reason to need it. She removed her boots and socks, along with her long-sleeved shirt. She looked at the bed, then pulled the sheets and comforter down. It would make it easier to slide him in after he was clean.
She gulped. Her bed was going to have a man in it for the first time.
She gave herself a moment to settle her breathing, though it didn’t help. After twenty-five years of nothing, she was so turned on her thighs were damp. And she was going to do something about it, right now.
“That feels a lot better,” said Houston when she returned to the bathroom. He poured and drank another glass of water. She helped him into her walk-in shower, leaving the cane behind. He sat heavily on the wooden seat with an exhausted sigh. This part of the process was all business.
“All this is yours?” he asked. “That looked like a California king-size bed.”
“I’m the only girl, so I got the room with an attached bathroom. I’m almost six foot and the shortest in my family. We all have big beds. Lift your foot and I’ll get your boot off.”
She straddled his leg, facing away, and reached down to grab his boot. A pair of hands cupped her hips. She froze, boiling hot.
“Just trying to keep you steady, darlin’. You get those boots off and I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”
“I’ve been doing this for years and never fallen.”
“Ah, but you haven’t been doin’ it for me.”
What was it about Jet and Houston’s deep voices that made her belly flutter?
“If it makes you feel better to hold on, then go ahead,” she replied, pretending her veins weren’t full of lightning. She wiggled off one boot, then the other, and set them by the sink.
“You have one fine ass,” he said when she straightened.
“And you need to get undressed so you can get clean.” She jammed her hands on her hips and showed him the same look her mother used when her fathers were sick. “Shirt. Off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His shirt landed in the corner. He quickly unbuttoned, unbuckled, and unzipped his jeans. The grin he gave her seemed almost boyish.
“You want to help? I’ll lift and you pull.”
He pushed down on the seat, raising himself an inch. She could do this. It would be like undressing little James, who was five. She leaned forward, grabbed his jeans at his thighs, and tugged. She expected to see boxers or tighty-whities with a nice package underneath. His jeans cleared his hips, revealing a very impressive erection.
“You’re not wearing underwear!”
“I’m ex-army. I go commando,” he said, as if she’d accused him of being a wimp. “Told you the hydraulics worked.”
She finished pulling off his jeans and socks while trying not to stare at the length of throbbing flesh. Her two occasions with sex had happened so fast she’d not seen what had impaled her. She’d seen her cousins naked, since clothes weren’t allowed in the hot spring, but that stopped the summer Jed Gibson and Riley Adams, both five years older, turned fourteen.
Houston’s left side had a number of scars, especially his leg from hip to knee. That would be why he walked with a cane.
“My turn,” he said. “Shirt. Off. Unless you want to get everything wet?”
His leer was eager, his intent plain. Because of Jet, when she got dressed after her shower she’d put on a special pair of rose-colored lingerie. The bra was a demi-style which put her breasts on display. The bottom was a thong. Without replying, she reached down, arms crossed, grabbed her T-shirt and lifted. He choked. She tossed her shirt on the counter, still not looking at him. She undid her belt, and shimmied out of her jeans.
“Hot dayam!”
His whispered words hit her hard. She pressed her lips together, trying to stop her chin from quivering. Tears escaped her eyes. She tried to breathe, but could only shudder.
“Hey now,” he said gently. “I meant no disrespect. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Nobody’s ever said that to me before,” she said, voice cracking.
“Aw, shit. Come here, darlin’.” He reached for her. She shuffled forward a step. He took her hand and pulled her onto his lap.
“I’m too heavy,” she said, struggling to escape.
“Not for me. We both need a hug. Stay.”
For the second time that morning she leaned against a man’s naked chest. At first, he just held her, arms wrapped around, his right wrist holding his left.
“What’s the matter with the men around here?” he softly demanded. “Mr. Tom said you’re a damn good rancher. You’re gorgeous, strong-willed, and sexy as all get out. How come you’re single, Lila Frost?”
He shifted, and his left hand now cupped her hip. His right knuckles brushed against the thin silk of her bra. His touch shot a bolt from her nipple to her pussy. She inhaled a gasp.
“This is so pretty,” he said. “I don’t think you want to get it wet.” One flick of his fingers and her bra popped open. Her breasts spilled out. He groaned, loud and low. “Darlin’, if you don’t want me to do what a man does with a woman, you’d better get on the other side of that bedroom door.”
“I do. But…” She hesitated. “I’ve never had an or
gasm with a man. Or a woman,” she hastily added. “Just with Bob. My vibrator.” She pressed her hands against her boiling face. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“That’s good you told me. I’ll take my time and make it good for you. First we’ll get clean, and then we’ll get dirty. You won’t be needing Bob anytime soon.”
His wink and smile told her it was all right. He helped her stand. She stepped out of the shower and placed her bra on the counter. She rarely bothered to look in the mirror, but she couldn’t help staring. Her blush started at her pussy curls and rose all the way to the top of her head. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples hard. Her eyes shone.
She leaned over to remove her thong. She had to spread her legs wide as the middle was caught in her swollen pussy lips. It was soaking wet. So were her upper thighs.
She stepped into the shower and slid the glass door shut. Keeping her back to him, she turned on the water, flipping the switch to use the handheld attachment. Armed with the spray, she turned around and attacked. He soaped up, using one of the wall supports to lift himself to his feet. It was silly considering what she was about to do with him, but she closed her eyes while he washed his groin. He grinned while she rinsed him off.
The silence after she turned off the water was deafening. She hung the cord up, keeping her back to him once more. She wished she’d put a shot of cold water between her legs. That was the only thing that might cool her down.
“Lila,” he sang to her, “time to get dirty.”
She heard him shift position. She turned to find him on his back. The bench was six feet six long. His feet touched one wall and his head barely cleared the other by a couple of inches. His erection hadn’t decreased.
“Put your knees by my ears,” he said. “Best if you pad them with towels.”
“Your ears? Why?”
“Oh, baby! You have so much to learn.” He chuckled. “My face may be all banged up, but my lips, tongue, and fingers work just fine.”
“You mean oral sex?”
“You got a problem with that?”
She shook her head. “It’s supposed to be very nice.”
“Nice?” His laugh filled the shower. “Give me an hour and we’ll talk about “nice.” Grab those towels.”
She laid them on each side of his ribs and climbed up, using the many handholds. She’d thought they were for safety as her mother knew how many accidents happened in showers. Now, as she reached for a convenient one in front of her, she realized her parents might’ve had something else in mind.
His strong grip on her hips guided her to the right place. She looked down. Her blonde curls mingled with his beard, which had a touch of red in it. He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips. She watched him watching her.
“Tell me what you like,” he said, his voice rough. “Or should I do what I think you’ll like, and you can tell me whether I’m on the right track?”
He put his mouth right on her pussy and gently sucked. She trembled at the intensity. Anything she might have said was sucked out of her brain by his lips. Nothing existed but his mouth. She arched her back, her breasts heaving as she gasped.
Chapter 8
Houston looked at what must be the most beautiful sight in the world. Lila’s short and curlies tangled with his mustache. Her smooth belly curved up, dented in at her waist, and then arched out to a pair of the most magnificent natural breasts he’d ever seen. He continued to lick and suck gently. Since Lila wasn’t going anywhere, he released her hips to grasp her breasts. She moaned. He filled his hands with them. Her hard nipples dug into the center of his palm. He weighed them, sliding his fingers underneath to that sensitive, rarely seen side. Her skin was like alabaster, only warm.
His cock throbbed, demanding release. It had been so long, and he’d wondered if it would ever work again. For some reason she’d chosen him for her first orgasm. Maybe when she’d had a couple she would use her hand, or her mouth, to give him release. She wasn’t experienced, so he wouldn’t push.
He caught her nipples between his knuckles and squeezed. Her gasp made him smile. He rewarded her with a tongue flick on her clit. Now that he’d had a good play with her breasts, he kept his head down to give him room to spread out her lips with his fingers.
“That clit of yours is all swollen and red,” he said. “She’s a beauty. Just like you.”
He used the slippery underside of his tongue to circle in one direction for a bit, and then the other. He took a break to breathe, then pushed her forward enough so he could taste her. God, she was perfect. Wet, and slick, and womanly enough to make him growl.
He went back to work on her clit, this time using the rougher topside of his tongue. He flicked left to right a few times and then up-and-down. He varied the pressure, finally working up to a figure eight. He’d use the smooth underside, and then the firmer tip. And then he began flicking.
“Oh! No more!” She rose up, pulling away from him.
“You don’t like it?”
She answered with a growl and slid along his body, one knee at a time. She went past his cock, then grabbed it.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned.
Would she do the same for him now? She gritted her teeth, snarling at him. Then she lifted herself high and sank onto his cock. He choked, unable to move as she slowly slid all the way down. She was hot, and tight, and he was going to come in three seconds if he didn’t do something to set her off.
“Lean forward and ride me,” he said, gasping with the effort to hold back. “Use my hard cock. Take what you need. I’m here for you, baby.”
She leaned forward, slapping her palms on either side of his upper chest. She gritted her teeth, her face screwed up as if in pain. She slammed back, grinding her clit against him, riding his cock. He gathered up some of her juice and tried out her asshole. Her snarl got even worse. She sat up enough to impale herself on his finger. Oh yeah!
Her clit looked lonely, so he used his other hand on it, rubbing in a circle while she shafted him. He had her, front, center, and back, and she was loving every minute of it. His balls were desperate to explode but Lila had to come first.
She slammed up and down on him, clenching his cock in that velvet vise. He sank his finger deeper into her ass, in and out, fast. Her eyes went wild. He shoved his cock up as she came down, one finger deep in her ass, another pinching her nipple. Her pussy walls clenched around him
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Come hard. Now, Lila. Now!”
Her pussy clamped around him as her scream filled his ears. He followed a second later, grabbing her hips and slamming her onto his cock, again and again.
Lila finally slumped on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, loosely, as they were both gasping for air. For a moment he thought she was crying because her shoulders shook. But the eyes that she lifted to his sparkled, and he realized she was laughing.
“You making fun of my lovemaking? Because I can flip you over and spank that ass.”
Her lips curled up in the saucy grin. “Promise?” He gave her one swat on the back cheek. She squealed. “Truce!” she yelled.
She sat up, still panting and grinning at him. That made her lovely breasts quiver in front of him. His hands automatically went to them. He could worship this woman’s breasts forever. As long as he got equal access to the rest of her, including her brain. He grinned to himself. Pussy cream was far better for his face than the stuff the army gave him, but he didn’t think they’d prescribe it anytime soon.
God, Lila was smiling at him as if she didn’t notice his face was a patchwork quilt. Did she really not care? Or was it just the orgasm? The next few days should show him the truth.
All his life, he’d counted on his looks to ease his way. He’d gotten away with things, especially with women, because he could flash a smile and a wink. That was gone, forever. He thought he’d spend his life as one of those ugly guys in the corner, watching good-looking men dance with the ladies. But then, he was used to Texas soc
ialites who, with one glance, judged a man’s trust fund, parentage, and ability to do things for them. They would overlook physical imperfections, and even worse personalities, for money, power, and prestige. He no longer had any of those.
Dorothy White said the hard-working people in Climax judged a man by his actions, and not what he looked like. Tom said the ranchers used old-fashioned methods most of the time, which meant riding horses in all weather. Instead of sitting in an air-conditioned office, they did things by hand, and had accidents. The barbed wire that had lashed Lila’s arm could have hit her face. Lila had grown up looking past the surface to the person beneath.
“No wonder people like to do this,” she said with a happy sigh.
“Did I live up to expectations?”
She had more than surpassed his, but he had to ask. She wiggled on his cock, which was eager for more.
“I don’t know yet,” she mused playfully. “This might take a lot of research. Like, maybe a whole month. Every night.”
“It’s not night yet.” He yawned. “You got a bed handy?”
“Why don’t I tuck you in?”
He made his cock moved inside her. She gasped, eyes lighting up. He winked.
“There’s other things I can do in bed. After a power nap.”
* * * *
Lila was still panting as she helped Houston walk to her bed. Her head spun, she could hear her blood swooshing through her brain, and she felt better than she could remember.
Sex, done right, was fantastic!
She helped Houston sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled himself backwards, and then up to the pillows, lying in the middle on his good right side. He held out his arm. His face was a mess, and his left side wasn’t pretty, but his eyes burned bright for her. That was all that mattered.
“Come here, you,” he said gently. “I want to hold you for a while. I’ve never slept with a woman before.”
There was a twinkle in his eyes, making fun of the phrase when they’d already been intimate. She also saw a touch of uncertainty, as if he wasn’t sure she wanted to be with him. She understood that feeling very well. She’d never cuddled up to a man her age and fallen asleep on his chest. Had never felt the heartbeat of a lover thud under her ear, or slept when wrapped in his arms. The sex they’d just shared was great. Fantastic. She could get a half-decent physical release with her books and her toys. They could not give her a physical or emotional connection, and she needed to be held. As a child, she’d often fallen asleep in the arms of her fathers or uncles. She and Danny used to camp out, sleeping in each other’s arms to keep warm. She didn’t do it with TJ because he was into girls, and didn’t want to start any rumors which would lower his chance to score.
