Rodeo Heat

by Desiree Holt

  “Think about it, Grace,” he went on, still pinching and rubbing her throbbing nub. “There we are, you and me, seated in one of these fancy restaurants on the Riverwalk, quiet music in the background, linen tablecloths, the works. The two of us with drinks in hand and I press the button on the remote in my pocket.” He bent over her, still stroking her between her legs. “Ever thought of having an orgasm while a restaurant full of people ate dinner around you?”

  Hot and cold shivers raced over her body at the thought. What frightened her most was the idea she would actually do it. She was falling so deeply under Ben’s erotic spell that she was reaching the point where she wouldn’t refuse anything he asked of her. All her carefully constructed walls were crumbling.

  But in the next moment, Ben clamped his mouth over one nipple and she forgot to be afraid about anything. He sucked on the hot bud, circling it with the tip of his tongue and lightly nipping at it with his teeth. Lazily he moved from one nipple to the other and repeated the treatment.

  Grace arched up to him, urging him to do more, lick more, bite more, whimpering in protest when Ben lifted his head.

  “Remember how you liked the blindfold, darlin?” he asked in his molten liquid voice.

  “Y-Yes.” He’d certainly been right about all her other senses being heightened.

  “Then trust me when I say you’ll enjoy this more with your eyes closed. When you can sink into darkness and do nothing but feel.”

  As he talked, he’d shifted to open the drawer in the nightstand and pull out the silk scarf he’d used before. Folding it meticulously, he then placed it across her eyes and tied it behind her head. Grace wanted to tell him to get to it, that she was hot and wanting and so wet she knew she was dripping.

  She took a deep breath and let the darkness surround her. Felt Ben move into position between her thighs again, stroke his hand over her pussy, tracing the line of her slit, rimming the opening of her vagina. Then she heard the faint hum of the vibrator and felt the rounded head of it as teased her labia. Up and down. Up and down.

  The low vibrations raced from the nerve endings in her pussy through her body, making her muscles tighten with need and her womb clench with desire.

  “Feel good, darlin?” Ben asked. “I’ll bet it does. How does this feel?”

  He began circling her clit with the tip of the vibrator and she jerked beneath its touch. She knew juices were pouring from her and the muscles in her pussy quivered, begging for something to fill that needy channel. She tried to shift her body, bending her knees and pushing up with her feet to urge Ben to plunge the thing inside her, but he had his own game plan. One hand pressed against her lower abdomen, keeping her in place, while the other continued the assault on her clit.

  The orgasm began gathering inside her, pushing its way out and downward, tiny spasms already racing through her pussy.

  Then he stopped. Pulled the vibe away from her, although the humming continued.

  “No, no, no.” She twisted her head from side to side. “Don’t stop. Not now.”

  “Ssh, ssh, ssh,” he soothed, reaching up to caress her cheek with one hand. “I don’t want you to come yet. I want to see how high I can take you.”

  The tip of the vibrator was back, teasing at her clit again, following the path of her slit then pressing on the sensitive membrane between her pussy and her anus. He followed a pattern, not too long in any spot but paying equal attention to all of them.

  Her body began to gather itself again, muscles preparing for the spasms that would grip them. There. She was almost there. She reached for it, strained for it.

  And again the vibrator moved away.

  She was sweating now, twisting helplessly on the bed, hands bound, eyes blindfolded, legs held wide by Ben’s broad shoulders. She was totally at his mercy, an instrument for him to play as he chose.

  And again, the excitement of it—no, the craving—that consumed her almost frightened her. Someone else was totally in control of her body and turning her into a wild animal, and all she could think, when she could think at all, was more, more, more.

  The open-mouthed kiss he placed on her pussy startled her and she jerked against her bonds to thrust her hips at him as much as she could.

  Fuck me, she screamed in her head. But Ben had his own battle plan. To drive me crazy.

  She bit her lip as she pressed the vibrator against her skin again, now back and forth across her clit, now rimming the opening to her pussy. She was completely open to him, every part of her body his to tease and torment. And he was doing just that.

  He moved the little toy slightly away, but then something cool pressed against the tight ring of her anus.

  “Gel,” he whispered. “I want to be sure I don’t hurt you, darlin’.”

  Grace tried to relax her buttocks. He cradled her in the palm of one hand while he slipped one finger inside in slow, tiny increments. The moment he completely penetrated her, he went to work with the dildo again, vibrating it again over her highly sensitized, swollen clit. She was panting with need now. He’d taken her up and brought her down so many times if she didn’t come soon, she was sure her body would implode.

  “Please, Ben,” she begged. “I need to come. Please, please, please.”

  “Tell me what you want, darlin’,” he urged. “Say it for me.”

  “I-I-I want you to f-fuck me,” she wailed. “Please.”

  “Tell me how,” he insisted. “Say it, Grace.”

  Say it? She could barely form a coherent thought. She was so aroused, so close to the edge, it took all her willpower just to keep herself together.

  “I-In my p-pussy.” She thrust her hips at him. “With the vibrator.”

  “And where else?”He was going to make her say it.

  “In my ass.”

  As he worked his finger in and out of her ass, with the other hand he slid dildo into her hot channel, pressing until it was fully seated. In an instant the vibrations increased.

  “Yesss,” she screamed. “That’s it. Oh, God, that’s it.”

  Her entire body was jerking and twitching, muscles convulsing, vaginal muscles clamping down on the dildo, her buttocks grasping hungrily at Ben’s hardworking finger.

  This time the climax would not be denied. Not all her willpower could have stopped it, no matter what Ben said. As if sensing he couldn’t pull her back from the edge this time, he increased the tempo in both of her openings.

  “Now, Grace,” he commanded. “Come now. For me.”

  She exploded with such violence she was sure her body would fly apart. And just as she was at the top of her the orgasm, Ben pulled both his finger and the dildo from her body. He lifted her with both hands beneath her buttocks and plunged his cock inside her to the hilt. Every sensation, every stimulation, was magnified because of the velvet blackness that she was floating in.

  Her pussy muscles clamped down on his thick shaft, milking him as he rode her, thrusting in and out in a hard rhythm.

  Grace had barely finished one orgasm before his movements hurled her into another. When his cock finally finished pulsing inside her wet channel, spilling his semen into the latex shield, every muscle in her body stretched like pulled taffy.

  Ben’s hot breath fanned her face as he brushed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. In the next moment, the blindfold was removed, the handcuffs unlocked and he was cradling her in his arms. He licked the moisture from her skin with slow sweeps of his tongue. Then he trailed feather-light kisses over her eyelids and her cheeks.

  She wasn’t sure whose heart she felt thundering against her ribs, hers or his, or who was working harder to drag air into oxygen-deprived lungs. It seemed they lay like that forever, bodies slick with sweat, heart working to settle down, a sated feeling enveloping them both.

  Grace grumbled when Ben dragged her out of bed to the shower, but he coaxed her in a soothing voice, pointing out how much better they’d sleep.

  And he was right.

  When they finally t
umbled once more into bed, she fell into a well of dreamlessness, limp as a noodle and satisfied beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

  Chapter Eleven

  Grace was sure she was having an out-of-body experience. Never in her life had she expected to be this uninhibited, this wild, this completely hedonistic. Saturday passed in an erotic haze. They slept late, ordered breakfast from room service, then took a long, leisurely erotic bath, washing each other with teasing strokes until Ben groaned in frustration, lifted her and, barely taking time to roll on a condom, drove up into her and fucked her until she didn’t even know her own mind.

  Ben dried her off and stretched her naked body on the bed and proceeded to lightly stroke every inch of her. Nerves she didn’t even know she had came to life, snapping with need. He spent a long time paying homage to her breasts and nipples, sucking them into his mouth, nipping them with his teeth, soothing them with his tongue, plumping the breasts with his lean hands.

  When she tried to pull him down to her, he cuffed her hands to the bed. Then he spread her legs wide, knelt between them and proceeded to lick every inch of her pussy, inside and out. He stroked his tongue over her plump outer lips, swirled it around her throbbing clit then traced a wet line the length of her slit but it was barely a whisper of feeling. He was tantalizing her, driving her crazy, inciting a need in her that clawed to be satisfied. Even when he thrust his tongue inside her, the touch was barely more than a light stroke against the walls of her pussy, just enough to make them quiver and release a flood of her juices.

  He crawled up her body and began the process all over again. Kisses as light as a breeze. Tormenting kisses. Arousing kisses. And his erotic mouth, sucking, licking, biting until she was ready to scream.

  “Please,” she begged over and over.

  “Please what, darlin’?” he asked in his warm-molasses voice.

  “Please…let me come.”

  “Let you come? Tell me what you really mean.”

  She was stretched on a rack of pleasure so taut she could hardly breathe, gasping out the words she knew he wanted to hear. “Please…fuck me. Fuck me,” she screamed.

  “With pleasure.”

  It took scant seconds for him to sheath himself. Grace watched him with slumberous eyes, the sight of his engorged, pulsing cock driving her arousal even higher.

  “Hurry,” she urged.

  “Not too fast,” he teased, taking her legs and placing them over his shoulders. She felt his warm hands cup her ass as he lifted her, positioned himself at her entrance and thrust himself home with one hard slide.

  Grace sucked in her breath at the intrusion, her pussy muscles stretching to accommodate his girth. He was so big each time he penetrated her was like the first, her muscles initially straining to accept him then clamping down hard on him. Electricity shot through her, intensifying every sensation, burning through her with an all-consuming lust.

  Ben stroked in and out of her with a steady rhythm. As open to him and exposed as she was, every inward thrust drove him to fill her completely. She heard soft moans echoing in the air, barely registering that they were hers. The heat inside her built and built until her skin felt too tight and her breath was trapped in her chest.

  The spasms began low in her belly, rising from her womb and spreading outward through every muscle and fiber. They increased in their intensity as Ben drove harder and harder, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass, racing through her, pushing her even higher.

  “Come now.” Ben groaned through gritted teeth, his voice barely recognizable. “Now, Grace. Right now!”

  She exploded around him, the walls of her pussy grasping him and milking him, his cock pulsing inside her. Every muscle convulsed over and over, shaking her, tossing her onto a newer, higher plain of pleasure. The spasms went on and on until Ben uttered one last groan, pulsed inside her one last time, lowered his legs and collapsed forward.

  He braced his weight on his forearms, his rough breath fanning her face. Grace didn’t think she’d ever breathe normally again. She for sure didn’t want him leaving her body and whimpered when, with a huge effort, he pushed back and withdrew from the grip of her pussy. She tried to hold him in place by wrapping her legs around him, but she was still trembling and had little strength.

  “Be right back.” He grinned down at her. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  In the afternoon, they finally came up for air, strolled along the Riverwalk and ate dinner on a balcony overlooking the activity. Grace wore another of her new outfits, fussing again at Ben for his extravagance, but, still and all, she felt as if she were living someone else’s life. A life she planned to enjoy fully before she crashed down to Earth.

  Ben had turned off her cell phone and hidden it from her the night before, telling her Monday was soon enough to get back to business. It gave her an unexpected freedom, a sense of self that she suddenly realized was missing from her life.

  She wanted to grab Sunday with both hands and hold on, turn back the clock, because once it was over she’d be once more the same old Grace Delaney. She wanted to live her fantasy as long as possible.

  * * * *

  The air in the coliseum was even more charged when they arrived Sunday evening, an electricity that fairly crackled. This was the last night. The big night. The night when they’d learn who won the bucks, the buckles and the points to carry them to the Grand Nationals in Las Vegas.

  Grace noticed that Ben was more tense than usual, although he tried to hide it from her. He was more meticulous checking his gear, more careful grooming Hotshot and soothing him. She watched him with hungry eyes, carefully storing up each and every memory.

  She was sure a glow surrounded her after the hours of nonstop sex they’d had earlier in the day. Ben had come in her mouth, her pussy then had pulled her to her knees, had spanked her ass until it was pleasantly warm before plunging hard inside her anus and taking her there. Finally, he’d plumped pillows beneath her stomach, leaving her on her knees and teased her from behind with the vibrator until she’d screamed for him to let her come. She hadn’t been sure she could stand one more shattering orgasm. She hadn’t known what sex really was before this.

  The finals of the calf roping event were called almost before she realized it. Ben mounted up and rode Hotshot into the chute. Danny once again found her a perch where she could see everything. When Ben held his hand up to show he had the calf roped and tied, the audience went crazy. It was obvious his time would be nearly impossible to beat.

  When he rode out of the arena and dismounted, leading Hotshot to his stall, Grace started to hop down and join him, but Danny shook his head at her.

  “He’ll want some time alone,” the man told her. “The bull riding is the last event and he needs to gather himself.”

  So Grace stayed on her perch and tried to pretend that she was interested in the other events until they called for the bull riding. When it was Ben’s turn, when he lowered himself onto the back of the charging monster, she had to force herself to watch, praying that he wouldn’t get hurt. Watching the events close-up this way showed her exactly how much danger there really was.

  He won the bull riding event going away, beating every other competitor in both time and form. But the crowd went crazy when he was announced as the all-around champion of the rodeo. That meant he’d won more total points than anyone else. One of the rodeo staff drove him to the center of the arena in the back of a pickup truck, for him to wave to everyone. When the truck stopped in front of the podium, he leaped out and climbed the stairs to the stage, where the chairman of the rodeo association presented him with his check and buckle. Then, following tradition, he rode around the arena once more in the truck, waving at everyone and grinning madly. When the truck stopped at the gateway to the hall, he jumped down and rushed to where Grace waited.

  “The money’s great but how about a kiss for the champ?” He yanked Grace down into his arms and kissed the breath out of her.

  The cow
boys and rodeo people standing around hooted, whistled and clapped, which only seemed to spur Ben on more.

  “Just wait until I get you in the room tonight,” he whispered in her ear before letting her go.

  And getting there seemed to take forever. Everyone wanted to shake his hand, offer congratulations, make plans to meet in Houston, the next stop on the tour. The Houston Stock Show and Rodeo would open in two weeks. Ben had already told her he wanted to trailer Hotshot there early and give the horse some playtime at the ranch a friend of his owned outside the city.

  Then people insisted he join them at the Last Mile for at least one drink. He gave Grace a rueful look and murmured, “I’ll make it up to you when we get back to the room, I swear it.”

  But she wanted him to enjoy his moment of glory. And she knew despite the excitement and backslapping, the uppermost thought in Ben’s mind was how far the check would go toward helping him realize his dream.

  They managed to leave the Last Mile after one drink, Ben hauling Grace out to the truck then dragging her into the hotel when they got there. She had to hurry to keep up with his long stride.

  “Someone would think you were in a big rush,” she teased.

  “Someone would be right,” he muttered. “If there weren’t people in this elevator with us, I’d push the Stop button and fuck you right here.”

  He spoke in almost a whisper, but the other couples looked at them with strange expressions. Grace was glad when they reached their floor. Just like the other night, Ben barely had the door closed and locked before he was pulling her clothes from her, throwing them wherever they landed, his own following. He cursed under his breath while he fumbled for the condom in his jeans pocket before tossing this clothes aside, clumsy in his haste to roll it on. They were both so jacked up on adrenaline from the evening they were shaking.

  Ben grabbed her thigh, lifting it and wrapping it around his waist. With a hard roll of his hips, he drove into her, filling every inch of her. Her naked breasts were pressed hard into the wall of his chest, the fine mat of hair stimulating the sensitized surface of her skin. There was no foreplay, no preliminaries. This was pure, raw lust, sex with all the trimmings stripped away.