WindSwept Narrows: #23 Molly & Natasha

by Diroll-Nichols, Karen

  The yelp that broke free and the sting of the swat made her eyes widen, one curl falling from the pins that had slowly been working their way free of her hair. She twisted to the front.

  He knew she wasn’t relaxed and wondered what was going through her mind when his hands pressed heavily along her sides. His fingers slid between her and the leather of the saddle, his cock pressed against her bare ass as he slowly straightened her up. One hand framed each firm breast, his fingers teasing the tiny peaks straining against the fabric.

  He liked her gasp. He liked the pounding of her pulse that he could see at the side of her throat. Liked the heat racing through them both when his hands left her breasts long enough to open the buttons down the front of her dress. He released them to her waist and tugged the sides apart. When he caught sight of the blood red tiny straps on her shoulders, he was almost certain given a little more incentive and he’d be coming in his jeans like a twelve year old.

  “Well, well, well…a matching set, I see,” Dell’s voice rasped gruffly against the side of her throat, his tongue trailing from her ear to her shoulder before he nipped the soft spot where they met. Holding her firmly against him, he felt the shudder rip along her frame, her lips parted and a gulp of air caught and held for a long minute before he felt her breathe again.

  He circled each breast again, carefully lifting the round mounds from their captive spots and feeling the soft weight in the center of his palms. While the sides of the corset were stiff and binding, the cups holding her breasts were a soft stretchy lace that easily released their captives.

  What had been small whimpers, increased to soft moans when his fingers tugged and pinched her nipples.

  “I think I might find a whole lot of uses for playing with you in the barn, Tasha,” Dell held her body firmly against him, from chest to the hard cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans.

  “I think you’re enjoying torturing me,” she murmured before inhaling sharply.

  “Honey, I love the noises you make…I love the smell of your excitement…” Dell released her breasts and pressed one hand in the middle of her back until she was once more bent over the saddle. “I might have to adjust the height of this, though…” he reached into his pocket, a foil packet in his hand. “Tasha…” he bent over her, kissing the small dimple between her ass cheeks.

  He slid the empty hand between her thighs. “Move your feet apart, Tasha…oh, yeah…like that…”

  Tasha wasn’t sure where the rampant, wild excitement had come from. But she knew she was wet and when his fingers cupped her pussy, he knew it, too. He slid the middle finger through the cleft, separating them and spearing inside. The invasion made her body jump and her breathing stopped when his thumb stroked over her clit.

  She’d been thinking about their sexual combustion. Wondering how spending time together, talking and laughing and flirting…even when you knew you’d be in their bed at night…seemed to heighten things so that the instant he touched her, the instant his fingers and mouth began tormenting every nerve ending she had, her body was ready to go off like a well-planned fireworks display.

  “Dell…oh…” Her feet slid a little further apart, giving him the room he wanted and the touch she needed. “Dell…are you sure…oh, god…” she felt her knees shaking as his fingers kept up their assault.

  “No one’s around, Tasha…just you and me…” he assured her, withdrawing his arousal long enough to open his jeans and slide the condom into place. “Christ, baby…that is the sexiest pose…”

  She felt his hands lifting the cheeks of her ass, spreading her legs a little more before the tip of his cock lodged in the wet opening he’d been teasing. Her muscles closed around him the instant he thrust inside her. And he was definitely right about the angle, she realized when he was deep inside her and held them both immobile.

  “Dell!”

  “Slow…Tasha…Christ…you’re so tight and so wet…” his hands held her hips in place, refuse either of them the space to move for several long breaths.

  But she wiggled against him, clenching the inside of her pussy and gripping him with waving pulses that made him groan. She felt his body react to her internal massage and wondered at the marvelous way some part of him was stroking over a circuit inside her that sent all her senses into overload.

  She was really glad the saddle was leather. She was pretty sure her nails would have left permanent marks and still might have. Her back arched and every muscle inside her clamped down with the power of ten. And then some. And it had never, ever felt better. Hot zinging pulses exploded from inside and spread from middle out in long, hot streams of pleasure.

  She remembers hearing his shout follow hers. His shout was a low, growling, almost savage exclamation and she knows he left hand prints on her hips. And she really didn’t mind if he left more in the future.

  “I think we woke up the horses,” Tasha murmured, letting her arms hang down and her eyes close with a shivering sigh. “Oh, my…”

  “I think some of them are jealous,” Dell answered, reluctantly withdrawing from her warmth. He disposed of the condom in one of the lined trash bins and fixed his jeans. “I will never be able to look at this tack room quite the same ever again.”

  “Is that where we are? Tack room…huh…”

  He exhaled slowly, ran one palm over her ass and regretfully covered her up again. He lifted her, urging her to stand and face him, his mouth down on hers for a slow, relaxed kiss.

  “Want to meet some of the horses now?” Dell stared down into her eyes, smiling at the flood of sparkle in her expression. Then it was mildly tempered by doubt and wariness. “They’re vegetarians and I’ve got them pretty well trained,” he assured her with a little laugh when the expression tilted into a slight frown.

  “Would you mind maybe tomorrow? Right now I just want to curl up next to you in a big, soft bed,” Tasha placed her hands on his chest, letting her fingers toy with the buttons on his shirt.

  “I’m sure we’ll fit it in sometime in the future,” he answered, turning with her tucked against him. His hand tapped the light switch before taking her to the house.

  Tasha was convinced by the end of the day that Sunday would always be like a magical day at Disneyland. Somehow Dell had convinced her that the horse was not going to eat her palm if she held out food for her. And she felt like Rapunzel, zipping around feeding each of the horse’s carrots and bits of apples. Until he dragged her out laughing as he held onto the back of her jeans to keep her from going back.

  “But they like me!”

  “So do I…” Dell said with a laugh.

  They made all three meals together, argued over food choices and he took her into the farthest corner of the ranch where they hiked up a short trail to a small waterfall and a cluster of large, flat rocks.

  “I can’t…”

  “I’m not hearing the why part,” Dell said with a shrug in his voice, his hands wrapped around her waist when she tried stepping out of range. They’d just finished cleaning up the kitchen when she announced that she had to get back to her apartment. She had work in the morning.

  “Because we are mature adults and no matter how good it feels, we have responsibilities and…” she stopped when the jangling began. “Those are my car keys. I…we left my car at the resort,” she followed the familiar ring as he laid it out on the counter. “Why do you have my keys?”

  “I had your SUV brought down,” Dell grinned at the surprise on her face. He didn’t want her off on her own right now. He wasn’t sure he was crazy about letting her off, period, but knew it would happen. Eventually. In his mind’s eye, he could still smell her arousal and taste the results when he had her spread open before him on the flat stones of shale during the height of September afternoon. She’d protested. Swearing there were bugs and animals…and he’d won out.

  “That’s devious.” She said slowly, letting her tongue run along her lower lip in thought. “Very devious.”

  “I have to
get up at six…so we rise and shine together and head off to work after a companionable breakfast,” Dell tugged on the band of her jeans, leading her to the staircase.

  “You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” Tasha gave up tugging against his strength because all it was doing was making the thick ridge of her jeans rub on the part of her that he’d spent a good part of the afternoon at peak arousal. A low groan broke free at the memory and the sensitive clit that had never quite recovered from his very attentive love making.

  “I’m devious, remember? Always plotting…at least since you sat down at my lunch table in Utah,” Dell admitted with a laugh when she tried digging her bare toes into the flooring to stop him. He gave a quick, sharp tug and turned to catch her with his shoulder. When he straightened up, she was clutching frantically at the back of his jeans, her big girl squeal making him laugh all the more as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom.

  “You do realize this is abduction,” Tasha said through a bunch of free hanging brown waves and curls.

  “Yep. So?”

  “Just making sure you were aware…”

  “Didn’t you make these same complaints this afternoon? Before…” Dell lowered her to the floor, his hands out and quickly gripping the edges of her shirt. In a quick move, he pulled it free to drop forgotten to the chair.

  “No, I did not. This afternoon it was….are you out of your mind? Give me my pants back…there’s bugs out here!” She recalled in exactly the same voice she’d used that afternoon when he set about seducing her in the woods.

  “And the next part?” Dell coaxed, backing her toward the bed and opening the snap at the waistband of her jeans.

  “I don’t remember that part…I think I must have hit my head or something…”

  “I guess I’ll just have to remind you,” he told her with a laugh as he pulled the loose jeans down her legs and bit the band of her panties, dragging them lower with his teeth. “Evidently I didn’t make a strong impression…”

  Tasha released a bubble of laughter and shoved hard against his chest, sending him tumbling back onto the bed. She scrambled over him, pinning his hands to his sides.

  “You did a very good job of it this afternoon…I think they heard me on Mt. Rainer,” she assured him, pale lashes wide the next second when she was bucked to the side and found herself looking up, her hands held above her head in one strong set of fingers. “Hey!”

  “Bronc busting is one of my favorite hobbies,” he teased as she wiggled beneath him. Dell lounged at her side, his free hand trailing slowly between her breasts to release the front clip of her bra.

  “This is just wrong…”

  “Hmm…only on Mt. Rainer?” He tsked mildly, using one finger to spread the lace and nylon to the side, revealing the two small mounds for his viewing pleasure. “I have to say…I used to know…or at least, I used to believe I was a serious leg man. But these…too pretty and too responsive. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching you react when I do this…”

  With his gaze on her face he leaned in and took the closest nipple between his teeth and suckled first. Then he bit down…just hard enough that she gulped in a sharp breath and her hips surged off the bed. He felt her fingers curl tightly around his hand, her nails biting into his flesh. All in a good way.

  “Dell…” his name hissed from between the slightly parted lips that had been supping in air, trying to prove she was calm and relaxed.

  “Did I hurt you earlier, Tasha?” Dell lifted his mouth from the nipple, dragging his tongue around the puckered pink circle. He dropped kisses along her breast until he reached her throat. He raised his head and met the surprised look in her eyes.

  “Hurt me? Of course you didn’t…why would you think that?” She gave a tentative pull on her hands and found them free. That was seconds before he gripped her waist and rolled to his back, taking her with him. She struggled to see, raking one hand through her hair and pulling it from her face.

  “You seemed to pull back when we returned from our walk,” he reached up for her, raking the thick hair with his fingers until it fell into the pattern she’d trained it for.

  “I…” she blinked and frowned, trying to picture the time he was talking about. “I didn’t want to put my jeans back on, that’s for sure. You had me so sensitive…” she felt the heat flooding her cheeks when he laughed softly. “I want to soak in a very hot tub of water.” She stopped when he gripped her waist to move her from him. “Dell, I’m not hurt. I might be…well…a little unaccustomed to my recent but extremely enjoyable activities.”

  “Tactful.” He slid his palms over her ribs and back to her breasts. “So I’m not bothering you when I…” his thumbs strummed a light-heavy pattern over each nipple until she wriggled against him, her hips angling so her clit stroked over the hardened outline of his cock beneath his jeans.

  “You are so evil…”

  “Devious and evil,” he teased, lifting her abruptly off his body and setting her on the bed. “Grab a couple big towels from the bathroom and meet me at the back patio door,” he told her standing up and quickly undressing.

  Tasha sat confused for a minute, watching the expanse of defined muscles unveiled without a care in the world. He left his clothing on the chair next to the closet and walked downstairs. Naked.

  “Adjust,” she told herself, leaving her bra on the chair and doing as he said. She had three large towels from the cabinet, holding them tightly against her chest as she wandered down the stairs. The patio doors were to the left and down a short hall. She hadn’t explored the house much…they’d spent most of their time outside because the weather had been so nice and fall flavored.

  She felt a wisp of chilled air, the scent of burning logs and sounds of mid-evening greeted them when Dell opened the large, thick glass patio door. She slid her free hand into the palm he held out to her and walked through to the wood deck. A carpeting trail led to the edge, where steam was already bubbling from the large redwood tub.

  “A hot tub? Seriously?” She didn’t wait for an answer, shoving the towels at him and striping out of her panties quickly. She left them on the wicker chair by the side, climbed the stairs and sunk into the steam with a long, thick sigh. “Oh, god…this is so nice…”

  “I threw some salts in it. My sister claims they’re good for sore muscles…although, I don’t think the muscles she’s talking about are…well…” Dell set the towels on the chair and climbed into the water, sitting across from her and watching the lights flicker off the droplets of water glistening over her hair and face. “You’ll be careful tomorrow, please.”

  “I work at being careful all the time,” she glided through the water and onto his lap. She kissed him, her fingers stroking over the faint shadow. Her fingers were damp when they brushed the longish brown hair from the side of his face before kissing him and snuggling down against him. “Thank you. I had a wonderful weekend.”

  “I almost want to thank the idiot in Utah for driving you into my clutches.” His hands slid over the water soaked skin, made even more silky by the salts he’d added to the hot tub.

  “Only almost, huh?” Tasha yawned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Almost is a stretch…especially since I saw you on the flight down and wanted to find a way to introduce myself.” Dell pulled on a damp curl twirling around the side of her face from the steam and heat of the hot tub. She raised her head and looked at him curiously. “True. I thought you were a tech kid…with your little pad thing and glasses. And you smelled like fresh tangerines…I think I have a weakness for them now.”

  “It’s been…nice,” she searched for the right word. “We talk and laugh and wrestle…” she wiggled against the semi-aroused male. “And that part, too…quite eye-opening for me. You are an amazing lover, Dell Russell.”

  “I’m trying to control my lust, woman. You’re not helping here,” Dell groaned when she rotated her hips and widened her thighs a little more. “And we didn’t bring…�
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  “I’m not sure we need that…I owe you…and I believe in paying my debts,” she told him, sliding to the side and moving between his knees.

  “Tasha…”

  “Just don’t let me drown.” She offered up a throaty laugh, her hands exploring the length and width that grew and hardened as she stroked. She gave her fingers free rein, tracing alternating soft and heavy touches from the velvety smooth head to the full, sacs tightening with each stroke of her hands and fingers.

  Dell felt her laugh against the sensitive skin of his cock just before her tongue came out and swiped up and over the slitted opening. He arched his hips, keeping his cock and Tasha above the water. He fought the urge to sink his hands against her head when she took as much of him as she could deeply into her mouth. Warm and soft, the inside of her mouth pulsed while her tongue flicked and stroked, pulling a low groan from his lips.

  Dell put his arms along the side of the tub, fingers tightening with each foray she made to suckle him. He didn’t do much thinking. The feel of her touch and the mouth on his cock were all his mind wanted to know at the moment. Each fast flick of her tongue was followed by a slow, steady pull on his cock that sent his senses reeling and his body peering over the rim of explosion.

  Then she’d stop and back off. Her movements changed to soft and barely there, making him thrust into her mouth for more. Her thumb pressed firmly down the length to the thick base, stroking and pressing against the sensitive area between his balls.

  His groan was louder, his knuckles almost white from gripping the side of the tub. She repeated the teasing arousal several times before she finally came onto her feet and shifted to the side. Kneeling on the bench seat, she took him into her mouth. Using her teeth and tongue, he was positive she was going to kill him. Then his body took over and his guttural shout echoed off the stand of trees several hundred feet from the back of the house.