TroubleToysTemptingCowboys

by Jennifer LaRose

  She watched his large fingers open the night table drawer, and her eyes bulged at the sight of her favorite toy.

  He grinned. “You didn’t think I’d leave it at Bobby’s, did you?”

  Her belly toppled while watching him crawl onto the bed as agile as a cat, the dildo clutched in his hand. He lay on his side next to her, stretching his body flush against the mattress, and propped his head with a fist. With the same agility, he set the head of the toy between her breasts and began skimming it lower, drawing small circles around her abdomen. “If you want it, I’ll use it properly this time.”

  She couldn’t speak. Staring at the thick-headed dildo added a few anxious beats to her heart and breaths to her lungs. The concept of him fucking her with it rather than rubbing her off caused a deep, steady thump in her pussy. She nodded.

  In seconds, he removed her clothes and discarded them in a heap on the carpet.

  “Tiff, spread your legs.”

  The power of his voice rocked her belly. That teensy command affected her like an aphrodisiac, and desire engulfed every morsel of skin below her neck. She pulled him close and kissed him, separating her thighs wide to accommodate his huge body comfortably. He set the dildo to the side then laid a hand between her legs and spread his fingers, coaxing them yet further apart. With a wispy caress of his thumb, he skimmed her labia.

  Tingles charged throughout her body. Warm juices flowed from her pussy while he began sensually caressing every inch of her pubic region…except her clit, which desired his fingers most. How ruthless of him to avoid the teeny mass of nerves with her cunt screaming in pain for attention. She took his face in her palms, breaking the kiss. “Brock, I’m a quick kinda girl. I like things hard and fast.”

  “Anticipation makes it all the sweeter.”

  “Anticipation killed the cat.”

  One brow rose, and a crooked smile exposed half of his perfect teeth. “It’s curiosity, darlin’.”

  Anticipation, curiosity…who cared, she was dying inside and needed some type of resuscitation. She hadn’t had sex in months. If she could even call it sex. It had been more of a quick farewell fuck the night she’d kicked Devin out of her life.

  She nibbled Brock’s upper lip. Tingly bumps rose on her skin as he finally lowered his hand and fondled her slit.

  She held her breath…and gasped at the first stroke inside the delicate folds. An electrical charge sprouted through her veins, breaking her forehead into a sweat. “Mmm.” Wetness oozed from her body as her hips lunged upward hungrily. “Right there.”

  A second finger came into play, intensifying the slow burn, but rather than insert them into her throbbing vagina, he glided them up and down her raw flesh in equal, prolonged caresses. The burn escalated into an inferno as they tag-teamed her clit, squeezing and wiggling the nub between his knuckles. She crushed her lips to his in a soul-searching, mind-blowing kiss.

  While tormenting her crotch with his fingers, his tongue tantalized the inside of her mouth in a technique capable of bringing her near orgasm.

  He separated from her lips an inch, just far enough to rub noses. “I reckon I found myself a tiger,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her face.

  A tiger? No, it was a natural chemical reaction to him, period. Even his husky voice brought forth a gush of moisture between her legs. No man had ever had that capability.

  “Can’t wait to see what else I find,” he added as his mouth took a cruise along her throat.

  She trembled.

  Goose bumps prickled her flesh.

  Tiny tongue swirls preceded every tap of his lips on a trail to her chest, between her breasts, to her tummy, lower to…dear Lord, her pussy. Instinctively, her hips rose off the bed. The height molded her crotch closer to his face…where it belonged. His tongue was hot and firm and…shit, a branding device. The moist heat circling her clit melded coherency and insanity into a need so great, pressure built in her eyes. She fisted the sheet and spread her legs further apart. Her neck arched. She moaned softly, lifting her bottom to the lapping of his tongue.

  And then the tip of the dildo rubbed against the entrance of her body. She stopped breathing.

  “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes.” Her belly sank and she nearly burst from anticipation. But one second passed…and then two without any relief.

  She couldn’t stand the emptiness. With his tongue teasing her clit, and the dildo tantalizing her opening, she could not wait for him to insert the shaft. She planted her feet on either side of his shoulders, adjusted her hips to gain momentum, and then pushed herself down until the tip slid inside. With every slow breath of air she sucked into her lungs, excitement bubbled.

  “Don’t buck too hard, Tiff. I don’t have you where I want you yet.”

  Where exactly was that? She’d already surpassed the point of sanity. “I’m there, Brock,” she purred. “I swear.” Placing both hands on his head, she held him in place while she bore her hips down and stole another inch of the toy.

  She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, rejoicing in the smidgen of satisfaction. She throbbed internally and her body pulsated against the dildo, trying to pull it inside.

  And then Brock began slipping it deep. She preferred he jam it to the hilt, but he worked it slow, spinning it to and fro while inserting it an inch at a time. Then he pulled it back to start all over as if allowing her body to adjust to its size. She swore the toy was created for his hands, because he worked it skillfully, bringing forth a deep, erotic sensation she’d never ever experienced. “Don’t be afraid, Brock. I can take it.”

  “I’m sure you can. It’s me I’m second-guessing.”

  His voice sounded strained, as if in serious pain. However, her movements encouraged him to maneuver the phallus in as far as it would go. She cried in pleasure as he began working it in and out of her body, twirling it slowly. The rigid edge on the head nicked her G-spot during each rotation, nearly shooting her to the sky. Warm pussy juice dribbled from her body in a stream that flowed to her anus. And when his tongue prodded her clit…dear God, her insides shattered. The outburst of massive zingers set her on fire. She sucked her bottom between her teeth and bucked her hips as pressure built to an explosive level in her cunt. A muffled thump-thump weaseled through her veins to her temples. A dark haze filled her senses, surrounded by a brilliant light. Mini vaginal contractions squeezed the rubber dick. And then suddenly, Brock halted. “Oh my God, Brock,” she wailed. “What are you doing? Don’t stop, not now.”

  “It’s what I’m not doing that’s killing me.” He left the dildo plugged inside her while he sat up on the bed.

  As she waited for him to remove his pants, her chest heaving for air, her body clenched and unclenched the shaft. How could he do this! Her pussy was a ticking time bomb ready to explode! Acting bold or brazen wasn’t in her genetic makeup, but Jesus, she couldn’t stand the ache. She reached between her legs and worked it herself, falling into a mindless, deep-sated rhythm, rolling her hips to the speed.

  “God dammit, Tiff.” A wrapper crinkled. “You’re going to make me blow my wad before I have the pleasure of fucking you.”

  “Then you’d better hurry.”

  He crawled to her side and placed his mouth desperately against hers. While his tongue slipped between her lips, he captured her fingers with his large hand and took control of the dildo. It glided deeper inside, stopping against her cervix. She pulled her knees to her chest, praying she could take the full fifteen inches. She wanted it breaking through her belly.

  She held her breath while he began withdrawing it painfully slowly. When the tip was about to slip free, her body protested with a slight suction, holding it in place. Within seconds of its complete removal, he dropped down on his back beside her and pulled her on top of his body. Solid, firm muscles molded to her flesh.

  “Ride me,” he growled, nuzzling his face against her throat.

  As she straddled his thighs, he grabbed his penis and breached her
pussy entrance. In one smooth downward lunge of her hips, she began consuming his cock. Her vaginal walls pulsed while stretching wide to fully swallow him. Initially, she didn’t move. She wanted to indulge in the bliss of his size. His hot, hard flesh felt amazing throbbing inside her. She ground her bottom against his pelvis, allowing her body to create a mold of his cock. It would make lonely nights more bearable if she had a memory of him embedded deep inside her womb.

  She leaned forward, grabbed his face and brought his mouth to hers while locking her knees at his waist. There would be no more stopping on his part. He’d handed her control, and damn it, she intended to utilize it fully.

  A low groan rumbled in his throat. She darted her tongue in his mouth, tasting her arousal on his lips. He lifted her rear upward to where his penis nearly withdrew, and then lowered it agonizingly slow. She allowed him to remain in charge of the sluggish movements, but when she could no longer withstand the labored action, she placed her hands on his cheeks and thrust downward until the coarse hairs on his pubic bone brushed her clit. The sting added fire to the sizzling pit in her stomach. How could a hint of pain be so fucking erotic! “Harder, Brock,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”

  He clamped his teeth together and pounded into her. She rode him fiercely, slamming him stroke for stroke. Blood thundered through her veins, rushing to her ears. Her nerves were wound tight and extremely sensitive. In desperate need of relief, she pumped so franticly the headboard banged against the wall.

  He grabbed her waist and held her down, stuffing her full while constraining any further movements.

  “Brock—”

  “I’ve got something better for you.”

  “Please, don’t stop.”

  The plea hadn’t even left her mouth before he began rotating his hips in a slow, broad circle.

  “Ahh, shit,” she gasped. Tingles raced through her blood as her walls stretched in conjunction with the circular motions, his penis head grazing every sensitive spot imaginable. Immediately, she cried out as the pressure in her cunt exploded. Her insides clenched his cock while strong muscular contractions forced him deeper. A brilliant feeling of rapture burst, freeing the ache that’d tormented her during the past week.

  “Hang on, darlin’. I’m not through with you yet.” He rolled her onto her back, situating himself between her thighs.

  As he pushed her legs further apart with his knees, he shoved his cock inside her pussy and rode her hard. He continued pounding, bringing forth one climax after another until she practically begged him to stop. She’d not once achieved multiple orgasms until now, and it was a painfully delicious experience. “I…I can’t take any more,” she moaned, digging her fingers into his back. “Please, stop.”

  “One more time won’t hurt you.” With that, he pushed her knees to her chest, wrapped his arms around them to hold them in place, then thrust his cock so hard and deep, it threw her temporarily out of her mind.

  Chapter Four

  Brock placed his hand on the back of Tiff’s head and massaged her scalp. He draped his other arm across her back. Damn she had a lot of body heat. Ten minutes ago, she’d collapsed on his chest, and every inch of her skin contacting his was drenched in sweat. Softly sculpted breasts pressed against his ribs while the scent of flowers swirled continuously around his nostrils.

  Only a week ago he’d chased her ass around Bobby’s place like a tick chasing a deer. Now, she lay in his bed while he recovered from the most intense fuck of his life. He never imagined her taste to be so damn sweet. Hell yeah he did, he just never imagined he’d be lucky enough to get an actual bite. “Darlin’, I reckon you don’t have someone waiting for you at home?”

  “Is that the cowboy’s way of asking a woman if she’s single?”

  “It’s this cowboy’s way. I don’t want to be meddling with another man’s woman.”

  “Isn’t it a little late for that?”

  Maybe so, but only a dead man could’ve passed on her earlier advances.

  She shook her head against his chest. “No. I’m not involved in a relationship.”

  The warmth of her breath snaked along his chest, down his stomach, directly to his balls. Beneath her thigh, his cock started to swell. “I imagine with your bag of goodies, you haven’t much need for one.”

  “You’re right. The best things in life can be found in my cases.”

  He chuckled, giving her a gentle squeeze. Some of the things he saw in those cases were pretty damn scary. Like the penis ring. He had no doubt it did exactly what she’d said it’d do. Yet, he couldn’t imagine putting it on his pecker without having to cut it off. The ring, that is. “You want something to eat?”

  “No thanks, I’ve got to get home.” She rolled off him, scooped her clothes off the floor, and slipped into her bra and tee-shirt. “I have a ton of laundry.”

  Damn, purple looked great on her. It brought out the rich green color of her eyes. So did pink, and flesh-tone, and he imagined every remaining coloring under the sun. “You can’t have that much, living by yourself and all.”

  “It’s for the children’s home.” She pulled on her jeans and lay back on the bed to zip them up. “Their washing machine broke last week.”

  “You volunteer services at the orphanage?”

  “No.” She smiled while rising to her feet beside the bed. “I’m a social worker at the abused children’s shelter. Working for the Child County Services is my full-time job.”

  He raised a brow. Talk about working opposite ends of the spectrum. “I imagine that’s somehow related to your upbringing?”

  She shrugged and looked down at the floor. “I truly am sorry you had to hear that conversation.”

  “And I’m sorry you experienced it. Want to talk about it?”

  She shook her head.

  He’d leave it alone for now. No need upsetting her to tears. As it appeared, she looked mighty close to crying. “And the parties?”

  “They supplement my income. I put a majority of my earnings into the kids, but unfortunately, I don’t have enough saved to buy a new washing machine.”

  “Is that your responsibility?”

  “No, but the state cut our funding. We don’t have the additional funds to make any large purchases.” She forced a smile. “It’s only temporary. It’ll get better.”

  He rolled onto his side, propping his head with his hand. “Do they accept donations?”

  “Absolutely.” She adjusted the shirt around her hips. “We appreciate any help we can get.”

  “I knew you were a unique woman. Social worker by day, sex-gadget-seller by night.”

  She smiled again, but this time it was genuine, and it added a spark to his heart.

  “Brock, are you sure you don’t mind delivering the party orders to your friends? I can do it. I owe them an apology for my actions anyway.”

  “No apology needed. You gave them something to talk about for a long time to come.”

  “I was afraid of that.”

  As she walked across the room toward the hallway, he climbed out of bed and yanked on his pants. “Hey, Tiff?”

  She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “Yes?”

  “Now that you’ve slept with me,” he asked, locking the zipper, “is it something you would’ve remembered even drunk?”

  She giggled and walked out of the room.

  What was that supposed to mean? Hell, it hadn’t been his best performance, not deserving of a medal or anything, but he didn’t think it was bad.

  Aw shit. Competing with her toys hadn’t crossed his mind ‘til now. In retrospect, it was a bit late. As long as the moon hovered in the sky, he couldn’t compare to her fifteen-inch dildo anyway. Why hadn’t he foreseen it as a problem when using it on her earlier? Too damn anxious to get her in the sack? When he allowed his dick to lead his actions, he usually ended up feeling like one.

  By the time he’d moseyed into the kitchen, she was sitting at the table slipping sandals on her feet. What a damn good-l
ooking woman. Her hair was tousled, and cheeks rosy.

  After buckling the shoes, she twisted her locks in a ponytail and draped it over her shoulder, then nervously scratched the top of her hand.

  “You plan on coming back, or are you itching to say goodbye?”

  “I’m pretty sure I’ll be back.”

  He must have done something right. It was good to know. “Stick around for a bit. I’ll fix you some grub.”

  She swallowed. It sounded more like a gulp. “Yummy. Unfortunately, I really do have to go. I’ve got at least seven loads to do this weekend. Everyone in the complex waits until Saturday or Sunday to do their laundry. I’ll never get near the machines if I wait until then.”

  “I have a utility room downstairs. You’re welcome to use it.”

  “Thanks, but the trip home and back will eat up too much time. It’s already nine o’clock.”

  “They’re heavy duty machines. You can probably cut it down to four loads.”

  She smiled. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to impose.”

  Grinning, he stepped to the chair and pulled her to her feet. “Can’t you see I’m trying to convince you to spend the night with me?”

  Her thin brows arched, and those gorgeous green eyes lit up. “Then why don’t you just ask?”

  “If I promise to help fold laundry, will you stay with me tonight?”

  “That depends.” She tiptoed and kissed him.

  Hopefully, her request was simple. Anything short of jumping in the sky and hurdling the clouds would do. “On?”

  “What we’re going to do in between loads.”

  That wasn’t as difficult as expected. An idea or two bounced around his brain. “You talking mine or the laundry?”

  “Both.”

  “Well—” He skimmed her face with his eyes. “I can guarantee this time tomorrow you’ll be walking like you just got off a horse.” He’d make good on that threat.

  “What are we waiting for? Let’s hit the road.”

  * * * * *

  During the entire drive home, she anticipated the trip back to Brock’s. She’d been sitting in a wet spot that continuously grew worse by the visuals of their lovemaking. The horse statement really got to her, and she couldn’t wait for him to fulfill the promise.