Lang, Chloe - Strong Attraction [The Strong Cowboys of Wilde, Nevada 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Chloe Lang

  Chapter Five

  Unable to resist Drake’s gentle, silent commands, Charly moved her arms so he could remove her shirt. Quickly, he unfastened her bra and had her out of it in a flash. He kneaded her breasts tenderly, making her warm and tingly.

  “You’ve got the most gorgeous tits, sweetheart.” He kissed her earlobe. “I’m going to put you on the bed now.” Before she could utter a single syllable in protest, she was up in the cowboy’s arms. Sensations raced through her like a runaway subway train. She looked up at Drake and realized she couldn’t refuse him anything. She wanted him, craved him, and more—God, help her. Perhaps a second helping of what he’d given her in the cab of his truck would satisfy her enough. She wondered.

  Drake placed her back on the bed. He crawled next to her. Without a word, he devoured her breasts with his mouth. His lips and teeth bore down on her nipples again and again. His long fingers massaged her chest and pinched whichever nipple he wasn’t sucking on at the time. Back and forth, he worked on her breasts until Charly was panting as if she were running a race.

  “I will have you screaming my name, begging me to fill up your sweet, little cunt with my dick, princess.” His tone was self-assured and deep.

  “You think so?” she choked out, knowing the answer already and believing what he said was true.

  He laughed. “You’re so close to it now. When I touch you here…” Drake’s hands went to the soft flesh under her arms, working her up into a warm insanity. Just shy of tickling, his fingers skated across the tender area. “You never thought of your underarms as an erogenous zone before?”

  She shook her head. The more he touched her there, the more her clit began to throb. The man knew a thing or two about a woman’s body—especially hers.

  He’d said he wanted her to beg, to scream, and Charly knew that soon she would do both and anything else he asked just to get the pleasure his touches were promising.

  “I already know that kissing is a huge turn-on for you, princess.” He feathered her lips with his. She gasped. Then he pressed his mouth to hers, and his tongue divided her lips, pushing in for entrance. Their tongues danced together, and she felt him suck on hers. Drake moved in closer, and she felt his dick through his jeans against her thigh.

  Damn clothes! She wanted to be naked, needed to feel his skin touching hers. Her body began to buzz as he continued to kiss her. She felt one of his large, callused hands began to stroke her hair while the other wandered lazily over her body, raising her temperature several degrees.

  When their kiss ended, Drake smiled at her, and she melted. She sensed goodness inside him, which was so very different from one man from her past. The memory shook off the heat Drake had created, and an icy wind blew through her.

  “Charly, what’s wrong?”

  Drake seemed so in tune to her, and that thrilled her but also was a bit scary.

  “Nothing. I think we should just take things slow. This is really fast.”

  “Fast is good sometimes. And now, with you, sweetheart, I must put the pedal to the metal.” Drake laved her left nipple, and the offensive memory evaporated, leaving only hunger inside Charly. Her body began to tremble. This amazing man had given her the gift of her first time. How could she deny him? She couldn’t. This was right. Sure, last night had been incredible. But would every time be like that? She didn’t know but wanted to find out.

  Drake’s hands glided down her sides like silk, raising gooseflesh over her skin. Her body sizzled, and her juices soaked her panties. As if on cue, Drake began removing her remaining clothing, including her jeans.

  His fingers wrapped around her panties’ elastic waistband and pulled them down. He didn’t remove them completely, but left them at her ankles like a fabric restraint. He lifted her legs up slightly. She looked at her pale-blue panties around her ankles and saw the dark circle of dampness in the crotch. Then she looked up at Drake, who was staring at her pussy like it was something priceless.

  Still fully clothed, Drake leaned over her and threaded his fingers in her mound’s wet folds. His index finger grazed her clit, causing a bolt of pleasure to erupt in her channel and through her body.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot.” Drake’s voice was low, and each word was like the growl of a predator.

  Her lips were vibrating, and the scream he had requested was on the tip of her tongue. She held it back, though just barely, praying for more touches and kisses.

  Drake leaned down and let out a gust of hot breath that hit her clit like a sensory air missile. Then he licked the tip of her clit and fingered her pussy. A warm tremble made her dizzy as his hands cupped her butt cheeks.

  “Um. I thought we might save ass play for another time, but obviously your body seems ready. Drake moved one of his index fingers to her backside entrance, and her clit began to throb. “I think you will love anal sex, Charly.”

  There were a million good reasons why she should say no, but logic failed her as he licked her pussy into submission. Another tremble shot down her spine and through her pussy. Her womb tightened, and her breathing became shallow.

  Drake flipped her around so that Charly was now facedown on the bed. He removed her panties, and he spread her legs wide. His strength and dominance added to her sense of vulnerability and submissiveness. He was intensely male, making her feel even more feminine. Still, an odd combination of fear and desire swept over her.

  Drake moved his fingers over her pussy and lingered there. “I’m going to use your cream to slick up your pretty ass, princess.” He rubbed the center of her back with his other hand. Then she felt him stroke her clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to quiver violently.

  She licked her lips and ground her pussy into the mattress. Still, she was afraid. She’d only been fucked once, and that was only last night. To move into anal, which she’d only wondered about a few times in her life, was more than she could comprehend. In the haziness he was creating, she was having difficulty keeping her head. Nervousness over what he was planning to do to her helped her form one logical sentence. “I’m new to this, but I’m willing to try anal with you.”

  Let me be the judge of what you’re ready for, princess.” He kissed her thigh. “So very fresh. If you don’t respond to my touches, I’ll know. Trust me. I will not hurt you.”

  His fingers circled her clit, causing her to become deliciously dizzy. With his other hand, he pressed on her puckered entrance. She felt Drake’s teeth bite down on her ass cheek, and then the tip of his finger pushed past the tight circle, piercing her ass. The strangest sensations zipped through her pussy, and her clit began to ache.

  “That feel good, Charly?”

  All she could muster was a “Mmm.”

  Drake moved deeper inside her ass with his meaty finger, causing her nerve endings to fire hotter and more powerfully with every microinch thrust. Still, he rubbed her swollen folds, keeping a flood of sensations pouring over her.

  “Come for me, sweetheart. Ride my fingers.”

  A shower of trembles worked their way from inside her, through her clenching womb, aching and throbbing pussy. Like an explosion of sensations, her climax ripped her apart. She rocked on both his hands—the one on her pussy and the one in her ass.

  The scream he’d asked for earlier came from deep within her throat and out her lips like a hurricane of want. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! God!” Instinctively, she clamped onto his intruding fingers with her ass and pussy as waves of liquid haziness flooded every cell of her body.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Take my fingers. Fuck, you’re knocking me out. I’ve got to shed my clothes and get inside your tight, hot body.”

  Tears rolled from her eyes as another wave of shivers rocked through her. She gave up trying to remain still. Her body seemed to be completely on autopilot, and she could only buckle in for the trip.

  Drake pulled his fingers out of her and began removing his clothing. “Tell me what you want, princess.”

  The trip to Wilde ha
d changed everything. Yes, it was still only a detour, but what a detour. She’d always been someone who thought about the future she wanted to create. Now, all she could think about was Drake and how she wanted to be with him. The present had never been more potent than now.

  Still on her stomach, she turned her head to look at Drake. He stood devoid of clothes. Her jaw gaped open at the sight of his bulging muscles and erect cock. The moment seemed like an amazing erotic dream to Charly. But it wasn’t. It was real. Drake was real. And right now, she wanted him more than anything in the world.

  “Make love to me, cowboy. If you want to experience anal sex, then I’m for it. I trust you.”

  He smiled. “I will, but not today.”

  A little relieved, she asked, “Why not?”

  “Getting your virgin ass ready will take time and more preparation. I’ve got condoms on me, but no lube. Stretching you with your cream works for my fingers but not for my dick. Still, I can tell you will love it. We’ll save that for later, sweetheart. Besides, I want to be inside your tight, fresh pussy.”

  He still plans on making love to me again. She was pleased that he clearly desired her, but she knew this had to be a passing fling. Malibu was her future, not Wilde.

  Drake moved onto the bed next to her. He touched her shoulder, urging her onto her side. She looked deep into his dark eyes. He stroked her hair and then leaned in and kissed her. When he ended the kiss, she felt his lips feather against her neck and his hands cup her breasts. When he pinched her already aching nipples, she heaved and her womb vibrated and clenched.

  “Let’s see if you’re ready for my dick, princess.” His hand went back to her pussy and grazed her clit with his thumb. “Still nice and wet. You’re something else, Charly.” Drake smiled at her, and she felt like she was spinning.

  “Please, Drake. I can’t stand much more.” She looked at his cock, and realized he’d sheathed a condom sometime during the foreplay. The man knew his way around the bedroom, and she wanted him to be her tour guide. “I need you inside me.”

  “Really? I’m not sure I should believe you,” Drake teased. He pinched her clit and kissed her cheek, igniting a million sensations.

  “Take me. I beg you.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” Drake positioned her with her back to the mattress, and then he climbed on top of her. She could feel his massive shaft pressing on her pussy’s lips. “God, you knock me out, Charly.”

  She bit her lip, readying for his cock to drive into her channel for the second time. The tip of his dick pierced her, but this time, unlike last night, there was a sense of fullness, a sting, but no pain. Now she only felt desire and thirst. She needed more.

  Less gentle and more demanding than last night, Drake thrust his cock into her waiting pussy. Charly closed her eyes, savoring every sensation. The physical intimacy was overwhelming. Slowly, he shoved in and out of her pussy, his muscled body pressing down onto hers with each thrust.

  “So tight…so incredible,” Drake uttered, his eyes fixed on her like two sexy vises.

  As another climax began to flood inside her, Charly put her hands around his thick, muscled neck just to try to hold on as he plundered her with his dick.

  Suddenly, her whole body began to shake. She felt liquid and hot. The orgasm was too much, too powerful, too overwhelming. She closed her eyes tight and bit her lip, unable to even scream. The blast of sensations took her completely over.

  Drake closed his eyes and yelled, “Fuck!”

  And she was aware that he, too, was coming. That knowledge made her womb tighten even more than she thought possible. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her pussy as he shot his load.

  Suddenly, his body pressed on hers, pinning her to the bed with his weight. The vulnerability of being restrained by him in that manner filled her up with a willing, warm submission. She kissed his open mouth, and her trembles began to subside a bit.

  His scent was strong and inviting.

  He opened his eyes and sent her a toothy smile. “Sweetheart, you’ve completely ruined me.”

  Even if Malibu was her real future, perhaps some weekends in Wilde might be possible. She’d come to talk Jessie out of marrying five men and ended up meeting Drake who—though not the kind of man she would ever consider marrying—was someone she wanted to spend a little more time with.

  Marry? Wedding? “Crap! The fitting. We’ve got to hurry, Drake.”

  * * * *

  The two-pump gas station was deserted except for him and the attendant.

  “You have about two more hours before you hit Wilde.” The woman took his cash and handed back his change. A cigarette dangled from her lips and wiggled up and down as she spoke. “There are a lot of stories about Wilde, Vice, and Bandit’s Hideout. Weird little towns.”

  “How so?”

  “Well, for one thing, there’s that sex club. I think it’s called The Masters’ Chambers or Chambers of the Masters. Something like that. Anyway, people head up there for some kinky shit.” She looked at him with a wicked stare. “You got business to conduct or family to visit up there?”

  “Strictly business.”

  “Good luck, mister.”

  “Won’t need it. I’ve been planning this trip for several years.” Five to be exact. Charly Wynn, ready or not, here I come.

  Chapter Six

  Charly and Drake got out of the truck in front of Carlotta’s Liquor Store and Tarot Card Reading Room. The name alone had piqued her curiosity. She expected something unusual inside.

  “Shall we, princess?” Drake put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her gently closer.

  She didn’t mind his possessiveness. In fact, she actually liked how he acted around her. Most people treated her like just another one of the guys. Not Drake. From the moment they’d met, he’d been like a man from another era—her knight in shining armor.

  She looked at his dark eyes and felt a little tingle in her stomach. Not good. Not good at all. I need to be logical. Drake can only be a fling. His permanent residence is Wilde, not Malibu. “Bring on the ugly dress.”

  As Charly walked into Carlotta’s Liquor Store and Tarot Card Reading Room, she wasn’t surprised by the shelves filled with wine and liquor or the large beer coolers with glass doors. What did surprise her was the odd assortment of religious and occult items around the room—Hindu, Buddhist, New Age, and several pantheons she couldn’t identify. It looked more like a hippie’s retreat or a witch’s lair than a liquor store.

  Parting the hanging beads, a woman entered from the back doorway behind the counter with the cash register.

  Atop her wavy black hair was a pink turban with a big, pale-blue stone in the middle. Instead of a long, flowing dress one would expect from a local celebrity psychic, she wore a corporate-style gray suit. Dangly silver earrings hung from her earlobes. Her fingernails were long and bright green. The woman might’ve passed for midfifties, but Charly thought she must’ve been up in her sixties, at least.

  “Velcome to my shop, my dear.” The woman’s accent was Eastern European. “You must be Charly.”

  “I am. And you are Carlotta?”

  “The vun and only Carlotta Angelina Bianca Sollomovici.” The eccentric woman came around the counter and grabbed both Charly’s hands. “You have quite da aura around you.”

  “Thank you, I guess.” The woman was so engaging, and Charly had an instant liking for Carlotta, which was way out of her norm. Charly typically took a long time to warm up to people, but Wilde’s characters, so far, had overcome her cautious nature.

  Carlotta closed her eyes and held up her hand.

  Drake turned to her and winked.

  After a minute, the woman opened her eyes. “You’ve never had a reading before?” She sounded stunned.

  Unashamedly, Charly answered, “No.”

  Logic. That was what had always worked for her. No pie in the sky…no paper fantasies. Just the facts, ma’am.

  “Vell, ve’re going to fi
x dat right now.”

  “Carlotta, I’ve never seen you dressed in a suit before. Hell, I’ve never seen you wear gray either.” Drake raised an eyebrow.

  “After vee get dis gorgeous creature’s dress fitted, I have to run to da bank and see Malcolm. I have big plans for da café and I need a loan. Your mom suggested I vear something like this drab thing.” Carlotta looked down at her own attire and snarled. “I consulted da cards, and dey agreed vith Maude. Sometimes spirits are a pain in my ass, but I von’t go against dem.” She turned to Charly. “First, a reading for you.”

  “I’m not really into the psychic stuff, but thank you.”

  “Nonsense, child. Just like your cousin.” Carlotta grabbed her hand. “I’ll make a believer out of you, I promise. Then, vee must get your dress fitted. Follow me.” The psychic looked at Drake. “You stay here.”

  “I’d like to see.”

  “I can see dat.” Carlotta smiled. “You vill see vhen vee are finished, my boy.”

  “Good.”

  “Matt von’t be in for anoder hour to vork. You know how to run a register, Drake?”

  “It can’t be that hard.”

  “Smart-ass. Just because you know your vay around your dads’ and mom’s ranches doesn’t mean you know anyding about retail. But I don’t have da time to train you. Just don’t screw up.”

  “I won’t. Remember, I want to see her in the dress.”

  Charly thought about refusing his request but thought that since Carlotta had made the dress, it might offend her. So, she nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”

  She and Carlotta walked through the opening behind the counter, which had several strings of beads acting as a makeshift door. The room behind the counter reminded Charly of the Renaissance Fair she’d gone to in her freshman year at college with the English class. Every wall was covered in bright fabrics. In the middle of the room was a small table covered in a blue cloth with a deck of cards on it. There were two metal folding chairs on this side of the table. On the other side was a large, black leather wingback chair.