The Outlaws

by Anna Leigh Keaton

  “Suck it. Suck it!” Jake said, sounding impatient.

  She pressed her head back into the blankets and sucked his cock hard. Jake moved his hand between her and Clancy’s bodies to squeeze her breasts. First one, and then the other.

  The pressure built inside of her, and she had a hard time concentrating on Jake’s cock with Clancy fucking her so hard. And then he tilted his hips just a bit, hit that one special spot deep inside of her, and the world shattered.

  She screamed around Jake’s cock and held onto Clancy’s shirt to keep herself grounded.

  Just as the ringing in her ears started to subside, the crack of a gunshot split the air, and jerking away from Jake’s dick, she yelped.

  Clancy rolled off her. Jake moved away. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but stars still swam in front of her from the mind-numbing orgasm.

  The sound of three guns being cocked echoed in the clearing. A shotgun, a rifle, and a revolver. Her dad had taught her about weapons when she was young, so she’d heard them all more times than she could count. Her heart hammered in terror as she rolled to her side and tried to shove her dress down her legs.

  “Ma’am, you okay?”

  She didn’t recognize the voice. She made it to her knees and wrestled with her wrist bindings.

  “Get the fuck out of here, boy,” Clancy shouted. “This ain’t no place for you!”

  “Go home to your mama, Jeb,” Jake said. “She’ll be wonderin’ where her precious boy is so late at night.”

  “Ma’am?”

  Was this still part of the fantasy? Relief flowed through Patty. Damn, gunshots were a fast way to kill a sexual buzz.

  She plopped onto the blankets on her butt and shoved her hair out of her eyes with her bound hands so she could see who had addressed her. He sat on a white horse wearing all black. And he looked just as delicious as Jake and Clancy.

  “I’m…all right,” she said softly. Who was this? She grinned. Her Lone Ranger? Her savior? He could have waited a few more minutes. She wasn’t quite done yet. Her pussy still throbbed, and her nipples ached.

  “Go home, Jeb,” Clancy said again, stepping toward her. That’s when she realized all three men had their weapons drawn. Jake and Clancy aimed theirs at Jeb, while Jeb only had a revolver pointed in their direction. Clancy’s buckshot would easily take Jeb out. Two against one—if this were real, which it wasn’t, of course.

  “Wait,” she said, clumsily struggling to her feet. She bent her elbows to cover her breasts. She couldn’t get the top of her dress back up with her hands bound as they were. “Don’t hurt him.”

  Jake guffawed. “He’s just a snot-nosed punk with a hero complex. He ain’t gonna save you. And we sure ain’t done with you yet.”

  She didn’t want them to be done with her yet, either. “What?” she spat. “You don’t want to share with him?”

  In the dancing firelight, Clancy turned toward her, raised one eyebrow, and smirked. “Greedy little slut.”

  “Don’t you talk to her that way!” Jeb shouted from atop his horse. “Come over here, ma’am. I’ll take you home.”

  “Don’t move, Miz Patricia, or you’ll both be dead,” Jake said.

  She narrowed her eyes at Jake, glanced down at his still open fly, and said, “Your dick’s hanging out.”

  When he looked down, she ran for Jeb and the horse. Just like in the movies, he moved his foot out of his stirrup, grabbed her bound hands, and pulled her up onto his horse when she stuck her foot in the stirrup.

  Okay, maybe not just like the movies. She wound up facedown over his thighs, but it was still pretty darn cool. Her feet hurt from running across the ground barefoot, but she didn’t think she’d cut herself.

  He kicked the horse into motion while holding onto her waist to keep her from sliding off. Gunshots sounded behind her, and she laughed with glee. After a short while, Jeb slowed the pace of the horse, picked her up without much effort, and set her upright across his lap. He quickly adjusted her dress to cover her breasts.

  “You sure you’re okay, ma’am?” He unknotted the rope at her wrists and let it fall away. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner to stop them before…” He lowered his eyes and shook his head.

  She didn’t know what part this one was playing, but he was really sweet. Handsome in a much softer way than the other two, with pale blond hair and slightly smoother features. She couldn’t quite see the color of his eyes in the tree-filtered moonlight, but they were light. He smelled like heaven, too. Slightly sweet and musky.

  “I’m fine,” she said. “Really.”

  “We’re too far from town for me to take you home tonight, but I know a safe place we can wait ’til morning.”

  “Okay.” Was this stud number three? That would be very nice. Would he turn all beastly when they were alone?

  She hoped so.

  She laid her cheek against his solid shoulder and wound an arm around his waist. Post-sex lethargy was starting to settle in, and it was nice to be in his arms…or anyone’s arms. The rocking of the horse’s steps lulled her, and she yawned.

  Maybe it was time to get back on her own horse and start dating. It had been three years since her marriage fell apart. Or rather, since Bill tore it apart by having an affair with—How cliché was this?—his secretary.

  She’d sworn off men when that happened and decided to grow old alone because it was safer than letting her heart get trampled on again, but damn, she was lonely. That she’d paid to join a club in order to have sex… How sad was that? And now, after having had that sex, she was happy to snuggle with a man she hadn’t even lain with.

  What must these men think of her? A silly little woman who had to pay for sex.

  “Ma’am?”

  She bit her lip and pushed aside her sorrowful thoughts. They were here, too, right? They’d paid their membership fees, just as she had, hadn’t they? “Hmm?”

  “We’re here.”

  She sat up and looked around. They were in a small clearing in front of a quaint little log cabin. Through the two front windows on either side of the door, a soft, warm glow of light filtered onto pretty flowers in planters.

  Jeb slid one hand below her knees and lifted her off his lap. She wound her arms around his neck, and he smoothly slid off the horse without jarring her one little bit.

  She grinned at him. “You’re very big and strong.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, carrying her to the door, which he pushed open with his shoulder.

  The cabin was indeed small, with a table, a double-sized bed against one wall, and a fireplace. The flames were what caused the glow of light. Curtains hung in two spots, and she assumed one covered the kitchen area. She wasn’t sure what was behind curtain number two.

  Jeb carried her directly to the bed. “You’ll be comfortable here tonight, ma’am. I’ll be right back.”

  She frowned at him as he took the few steps across the small space before disappearing behind curtain number one. She wasn’t sure what to do with this cowboy. He didn’t look all that young close up, even though Clancy and Jake had called him boy. He had to be in his early thirties at least, just like her.

  When he returned, he carried a metal bowl. “Are you hurt anywhere, ma’am?” He set the bowl on the small stand next to the bed and reached inside. When he withdrew his hand, he held a washcloth, which he wrung out.

  “No, I’m not hurt.”

  “I heard you screamin’, ma’am. I know they done hurt you bad.”

  That B-movie talk again. She grinned. “Well, Jeb, you know, some women scream with pleasure, not pain.”

  He ran the warm washcloth over her upper chest and along the scoop neck of her dress. “No, ma’am. I’d know no such thing.”

  Oh, so that’s what this was. The shy, polite, sweet virgin. “You don’t know about givin’ women pleasure?” she asked, implementing her own drawl. Might as well play her part to the fullest. She hadn’t taken drama classes in college for nothing.


  “No, ma’am.”

  “How old are you, Jeb?”

  He caressed her arms, first one, and then the other, with the cloth. “Twenty-two, ma’am.”

  Yeah, and I’m a real whore.

  “Ripe ol’ age of twenty-two and you’ve never pleasured a woman? That’s just not right, Jeb. Not right at all.”

  “My mama said it’s best to wait for that special one. The woman I marry.” He dipped the cloth into the water and wrung it out again, but then held it, staring at her as if he didn’t know what to do with it.

  She smiled at him and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist.

  He sucked in his breath and turned his head.

  “They touched me everywhere, Jeb. Would you wash away the feel of their hands for me?”

  He cleared his throat and kept his head turned as he skimmed the cloth over her belly.

  She caught his hand and brought it up to her chest. “Right here, Jeb.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He swallowed hard.

  He was so cute. “Look at me, Jeb.”

  He turned his head and stared at her. His eyes were hazel. A light green with gold flecks.

  “Do you know who I am?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Who am I?”

  “Yer Miz Patricia.”

  “And do you know what I am, Jeb?”

  He nodded.

  “What am I?”

  “Yer a whore, ma’am.”

  Patty bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. He was a damn fine actor. Not one single flicker of a smile.

  “And do you know what a whore does, Jeb?”

  His eyes widened. Oh yeah, Oscar nominee acting here. “Yes, ma’am. I know.”

  She slipped the towel from beneath his hand so his palm settled on her breast. “And would you like me to show you what I can do for you, Jeb?”

  He swallowed again. “Ma’am?”

  Slowly, she sat up so she was face-to-face with him, and he slid his hand away from her chest. His scent was so seductive, her eyelids drooped as she inhaled. “Would you like to know how a woman can pleasure a man?”

  “My mama told me—”

  She pressed her mouth against his to silence him. Enough was enough. She certainly didn’t want to hear about this guy’s mama, real or not.

  A rough sound came from deep in his throat, but he kept his mouth closed.

  Pulling back just a fraction of an inch, she said, “The woman you marry is going to want a man who knows how to make her feel good. Don’t you want to please your woman when the time comes? Fumbling around in the dark under the covers won’t do it. You want to make your wife scream like I did earlier. With pleasure. Calling out your name when she comes and her cunt tightens around your cock and makes you shout with ecstasy.”

  Where, oh where had she found the courage to say those words? She never talked like that, not ever! But it felt good, freeing, liberating. She wasn’t the sweet, shy, innocent little preparatory school teacher her ex thought she was. Not anymore. She was Miz Patricia. Madam extraordinaire.

  “I want you, Jeb. I want to feel your cock inside of me.” She reached out and laid her hand against his crotch. He was hard behind the fly of his jeans. “You want to feel my pussy, don’t you?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Then kiss me, Jeb. Kiss me like you love me.”

  He attacked her mouth, pushing her down against the mattress and sprawling half over her. She wasn’t sure what made her add that last part about being loved, but it had felt right. And maybe that’s what she needed. To feel loved, not just fucked.

  He was clumsy in an erotic way, a little sloppy with his kisses, and over eager, which she assumed was part of the role he played, but it was okay. It was kind of exciting the way he nibbled on her neck, suckling now and then. The way his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them. Until he pinched one of her nipples a little too hard, and she grabbed his hands to still them.

  “Be gentle,” she instructed. “Caresses, Jeb. A sweet young virgin girl isn’t going to want to be manhandled.”

  “Sorry.” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “I’m not very good at this, I guess.”

  “You’re fine. Why don’t you get undressed?”

  He just stared at her.

  “It feels good to be naked with another person. Don’t you want to feel my skin against yours?” She definitely wanted to feel his.

  He got off the bed and started undressing, while she pushed her dress over her hips and dropped it on the floor. Jeb stopped moving halfway through unbuttoning his jeans and stared at her.

  She smiled. Some men found her body beautiful. She was small, but she had curves. A nice rack, her ex had said, with some junk in her trunk, too.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said on a whisper.

  For some reason that one little compliment brought a lump to her throat. It sounded sincere, not part of the game, or scene, or whatever this role-playing was called.

  “Thank you. Now you.”

  He nodded. Within moments, he’d shucked his clothes, boots and all, and stood before her buck naked and glorious. His chest was wide, his stomach rippling with muscle. His biceps were thick, and so were his thighs. She could actually believe this guy was a cowboy. Too bad there weren’t that many real ones in Florida. In real life he was probably a desk jockey who spent his spare time staring at himself in the mirror at the gym.

  Real life needed to stay away a little longer. Scooting to the far side of the smallish bed, she crooked a finger at him so he’d join her.

  He did so, coming at her again, but she pressed her palm against his chest to stop the attack.

  With a grin, she said, “Let me show you how you should do it, okay?”

  He nodded.

  “Lie back.”

  He did, and folded his hands over his stomach. His cock was so long and hard it nearly reached his cute little bellybutton.

  “Mmm. Nice equipment,” she muttered. “You’ll make some young lady very lucky one day.”

  He smiled. “You think so?”

  “Oh, yeah. You just have to learn how to use it properly is all. Do you masturbate?”

  He turned his head to the side and frowned.

  “Come on, Jeb. You can tell me. I masturbate all the time.”

  “But you’re a…a…”

  “A whore. I know. But lots of people masturbate.” She stroked her index finger the length of his cock from tip to balls. His dick jumped, and he sucked in his breath. “Now tell me, do you?”

  “Yes, ma’am. When I can’t stand it anymore.”

  “And nobody but yourself has ever touched this beautiful cock?”

  He shook his head.

  “What a pity.” She leaned down and took the tip into her mouth.

  Jeb groaned, separated his hands, and gripped the blankets on the bed. It might be an act, but a guy couldn’t fake this. He was rock solid, and he tasted like heaven. A little salty, a little tangy, and when she inhaled, she took his scent inside of her. Musky and sweet.

  “My…my wife will do that?” he asked rather breathlessly.

  She laughed and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. “Only if you do the same for her.” But she’d already had Clancy’s dick inside her, so she wouldn’t expect that from Jeb. No, she’d do this, and then she had bigger plans for this cock.

  She licked and suckled, nibbled and took him deep until he panted, and then she moved up his body and straddled his waist.

  “Now, Jeb,” she said when he opened his eyes and looked up at her. “The goal is to make sure your woman comes first, which means you have to control yourself. You think you can do that?”

  He shook his head in the negative. At the same time, trying to be inconspicuous, he passed her an already unwrapped condom.

  “Ah, Jeb, don’t disappoint me now.” She grinned and leaned over him. “Tell me you’ll control yourself until I come, until you feel my cunt squeeze you tight.”

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nbsp; “Ma’am I don’t—”

  She kissed him deep, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and raised his hands to hold her. It felt good, delicious, to be held. She eased the kiss a little, turned it teasing by first taking his bottom lip between hers, then dipping her tongue in to tease against his. He followed her lead and returned the kiss with skill. She moaned and rocked her pussy against his cock.

  “Yess,” he hissed against her lips.

  Without breaking the contact between their mouths, she reached between them, rolled the condom down his shaft, then lifted his cock just a bit and slid over him, taking him inside of her.

  They both moaned. She laid her cheek against his as she squeezed her pussy muscles around him. He tightened his arms around her and raised his hips, seating himself fully inside of her.

  For a long moment they lay there like that. Connected. Pleasure washed through Patty, and she never wanted to move. He was big, stretching her cunt. He was so solid surrounding her with the wall of his chest and his arms, she felt…

  Safe.

  He raised one hand and stroked the back of her head, lightly pushed the hair from her face. Leaning up on her hands, she looked down into his face. The raw emotion she saw there wasn’t an act. He met her gaze with his and seemed to look deep into her soul.

  She wished this wasn’t a game.

  But it was.

  And even though they had made a connection, it didn’t matter. Once tonight was over, they’d never see each other again. So she forced a smile and pushed herself up, impaling his cock deep within her, as deep as it would go. Her head dropped back as she reveled in the sensation of being so filled up. She’d never had that in her life. It was damn satisfying.

  Jeb reached up and laid his hands over her breasts. His calluses abraded her sensitive nipples, and she moaned and started to move.

  Desk jockeys didn’t have calluses, she thought in her hazy, pleasure-filled mind as she lifted herself and came down hard.

  Jeb grunted and thrust his hips against her.

  “Do that again,” she demanded.

  Soon, she was fucking him hard, bouncing on him like she hadn’t with a man since she’d been a sex-crazed co-ed. She cried, she laughed—and it felt so amazing she never wanted to actually come.