by Reeni Austin
She slid her hands under his T-shirt, her fingers digging against his back. Pulling him closer, she let her stomach slowly rub against his hard member, determined to beat him at this game.
Ramon chuckled, then nibbled her earlobe, giving it a soft bite before he let it go. Both of his hands were now cupping her ass. In a deep whisper, he said, "You gonna take those clothes off for me now?"
"I think you should take yours off first."
He answered in a quiet, firm voice as he nuzzled her temple. "No. I'm the boss around here. You'll do as I say."
Then his mouth went to her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin as he kissed her there. She tossed her head back with a loud gasp, her fingernails scratching his back uncontrollably. Her reaction made him kiss her harder and work his tongue faster, turning her gasp into a violent moan.
Suddenly Ramon's mouth left her neck, and she opened her eyes to see the bottom of her tank top being pulled over her head. Instinctively, she lifted her arms to let him take it off completely. As he tossed it to the floor, he stared at her naked breasts with a huge smile on his face.
Marcy reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and said, "Your turn."
"Mmm." Ramon's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "You're a bossy little thing."
She was about to respond when he pulled her into a kiss.
And she forgot what she was going to say.
His tongue was just as wild in her mouth as it was against her neck. He was unrestrained, but at the same time, controlled.
With her fingers coiled into his hair, she matched his tongue stroke for stroke, her heart pounding faster with each movement.
Ramon slowed the kiss, taking her bottom lip between his teeth then letting it go.
Then his tongue darted between her lips and back out like he was tasting her.
She felt his cock pressing into her stomach, and reached down to glide her palm over it, through his shorts.
He moaned softly into her mouth and slid his hands down her bare back. She soon felt his fingers under the elastic waistband of her shorts. He broke the kiss and bent at his knees to push them down to the floor, leaving her naked.
Marcy gasped as she felt a light draft against her backside. In a soft voice, she murmured, "I'm the only one naked? No fair."
Ramon looked in her eyes then stepped back to give himself room. He quickly lifted his shirt over his head then pulled his shorts down, kicking them away. With a silly half-smile, he raised his hands to his sides, nodding down at his body. "Feel better now?"
She could barely say, "Yeah," as she took it all in. Smooth chest, chiseled abs… nice-sized cock pointing straight at her…
Ramon laughed when he saw her staring at it. His head tilted to the side, he winked at her and said, "Don't worry, baby. I'll take it easy on ya."
Marcy smiled, shaking her head. "Oh no. I didn't ask you to take it easy."
He let out a loud breath. "Good, 'cause it's a damned lie." Then he rushed toward her, making her giggle as he lifted her into the air and spun her around to the bed.
She landed on her side, her head against a pillow.
He rushed to the door and turned a latch to lock it, then ran to the bed and jumped in beside her, making the entire bed jolt.
His enthusiasm made Marcy blush.
Ramon pushed her onto her back in a passionate kiss. His hand instantly went to her breast, and he let out a sharp moan as he kneaded it.
Marcy threw her arms around his back and soon found herself squirming uncontrollably beneath him. God, that tongue. If it had that kind of effect on her mouth, she could only imagine what it might do elsewhere.
Ramon kissed her for a long time as he fondled her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples between his fingers, until Marcy turned her face away.
"Please," she said, whimpering. She hated herself for begging but she couldn't take it anymore. "You're driving me crazy." She reached down and curled her hand firmly around his shaft.
Ramon gazed deep into her eyes, then he traced his fingers in a straight line down her stomach, stopping between her legs.
Marcy's hips instantly bucked against him.
"Ooh," he moaned as his fingers slid through her wetness. His voice was soft. "Feels like you're ready for me."
She was about to say, "yes," when his fingers slid inside her and his thumb touched her clit. Her body arched and her head flew back against the pillow as she cried out, "Oh God!"
His fingers were magic, satisfying the ache he'd built between her thighs. She could feel him watching her as she writhed around on the bed but she didn't care. She simply spread her legs and let the pleasure consume her.
Ramon varied the strength and pressure of his hand. He penetrated her slowly a few times, then deep and fast, never letting her know what to expect.
Marcy let her eyes open to see him pucker his lips like he was blowing her a kiss. Then he changed the rhythm of his hand, surprising her yet again.
"Ah!" Her head fell back and she grabbed the bedspread with her hand as she screamed. She was right there at the brink of an orgasm, like a volcano about to erupt.
And then he pulled his hand away.
"Huh?" For a moment she wanted to cry. But then she saw the sexy nude man crawling to the foot of the bed. He lifted one of her thighs in each arm and slid his hands under her ass, cupping it.
Then his head descended between her thighs. And that tongue was even better than she had imagined.
Marcy gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. Her fingers went to the back of his head, pulling his hair as she held his head in place.
He spread her lips wide and pointed his tongue, working in hard circles around her clit.
Then he went farther down, penetrating her for a while, until he kissed his way back up.
She could barely breathe long enough to emit any sounds. All that existed was the feel of his lips and tongue and his searing hot breath. She never knew what to expect. Each time she neared climax, he slowed down or his mouth moved elsewhere, prolonging her ecstasy in a way that would have been painful if he wasn't so damn good.
Then finally, after he spent a good while flicking his tongue across her clit as he sucked on it, she pressed her ankles against the back of his neck and used all of her strength to hold him there.
Ramon let out a loud chuckle against her and stayed in place, increasing his pressure until she shouted those joyful sounds. Her body twisted uncontrollably, making it hard for him to hold her still. But he did, until she was motionless and panting for air.
"Holy shit," she muttered. She wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead and opened her mouth wide to get as much air as possible.
"So, I guess you enjoyed that?" Ramon propped himself up on his side, smiling down at her.
Marcy opened her eyes, rolled them, then closed them again as he laughed.
After a little while, she thought she heard Ramon pull something out from under the pillow beside her. When she saw him holding an unopened condom wrapper, she said, "Do you always keep those under your pillow? You have that many women in here?"
Ramon huffed a breath out of the side of his mouth. "No. Why would someone do that? I was hopeful. Put 'em there for you."
"Okay." She gave him a thoughtful look, unsure what to believe. But she instinctively bent her knees, opening her legs to show him she was ready for round two.
"Mmm." His eyes went up and down her body as he opened the wrapper. As he unrolled the condom, he said, "I'm so glad you're here."
Marcy detected a hint of sadness in his tone, as if he had said those words without realizing it. Maybe he really was glad she was here. Was he lonely and in need of some female attention? Maybe he wasn't the player she assumed.
But a guy doesn't get that good with his tongue unless he has a lot of practice, she thought.
Her thoughts melted away at the feel of his body between her thighs as he maneuvered into position. He flashed her a sexy, crooked smiled and thrust into her.
Marcy smiled up at him, and suddenly his mouth was on hers, his tongue plunging between her lips as he rocked into her.
She curled her arms around his back and gave in.
His rhythm was slow at first, until she let out a moan much louder than she intended. He let go of her mouth and touched his forehead to hers, gazing longingly into her eyes. Then he put his hands down beside her and lifted his chest, his movements faster and deeper.
Marcy reached up and held his shoulders, her fingers gliding along the lines of his well-defined muscles. He was the sexiest man she had even been under in her entire life. His long-lashed eyes twinkled down at her. Full lips, bright red from kissing, opened and closed as he breathed.
It was a sight she wanted to see more of in her future. And as he went faster, she found herself hoping she would.
Many minutes later, Ramon inhaled in tiny gasps as he came. Then he lowered his body and planted a kiss on her forehead before rolling away beside her, panting and smiling.
She tucked her head down and smiled back at him weakly, now feeling timid.
"Don't worry…" he said between breaths. "Not done yet… let me rest up…"
"Good," Marcy giggled out.
He laughed and reached forward to cup her jaw. "So pretty…" and then he kissed her again, his skin sweaty and his chest still heaving.
She tried not to look disappointed when he let her go, but she already missed him.
He rolled to his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he finished catching his breath.
Feeling a draft in the room, Marcy pulled the sheet across her naked body. "So," she said, "Do you invite a lot of women to your room?"
He offered a light shrug. "Nah." His brows furrowed as though he was thinking. "Why?"
Biting her lip, her eyes floating shyly around the room. "You just seem… really… uh… confident? In your abilities? Like, you've had a lot of practice?"
He grinned. "It was good, wasn't it?"
Her cheeks warmed.
"Really? That good? Wow." He nestled under the sheet with her and gave her lips a quick peck. When he pulled away, he rested the side of his face on the pillow and said, "I knew I had to be good tonight 'cause I'd like to keep you comin' back for the next four weeks."
She gasped from both surprise and joy. Surprise that he was so forward with his intentions. Joy, at the possibility of more nights like this. But she calmed immediately, determined not to seem desperate. "Well, that's clever."
He nodded proudly. "I thought so."
"But does that mean it's not always gonna be that good?" She flashed him a naughty smile. "I could really get used to that tongue."
Ramon let out a long laugh, kissed her forehead, and continued laughing when his head rested again on the pillow. "I'm glad you told me that." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I don't know why some women are so shy about what they like. Frustrating. I'm not a fuckin' mind reader, you know?"
"You mean, no one's told you that before? About your tongue?"
"Not in so many words, no. Or maybe they just took it for granted. I don't know." He sighed. "And it's a shame, too. I worked hard to get that good."
Stunned, Marcy said, "Huh? What do you mean, you worked hard? How? A lot of practice?"
"No. I took lessons."
Marcy laughed. "No, you didn't. Where? How?"
"Online."
"What?" She kept laughing.
Nodding, Ramon said, "Yeah. A long time ago. First thing I did when I got a computer in high school."
"Whoa." She was instantly calm, wondering how he'd stayed single all these years. "You've been doing that since high school?"
"Yep." He adjusted his pillow. "You see, when I first moved here from Mexico, I pretended like I didn't speak English for a long time so I could eavesdrop on Henry and the ranch hands. But Mama spoke it at home sometimes, and I knew it better than they realized. I became fluent much faster than my brothers did." He paused to clear his throat. "So anyway, all the guys out back used to talk about, 'La Lengua,' like he was a legend. 'La Lengua' means 'the tongue.'"
"Okay."
"So, he'd just died at the time and they all went to the funeral. Apparently he was this little old ugly guy, but there were all these women mourning him. Like, sobbing openly. Hell, maybe the guys were lying. I don't know. It was a running joke for a long time. They said he had, like, ten wives and twenty girlfriends and it was all because he was 'La Lengua.'"
Ramon stopped to chuckle, then he continued. "After that, I'd go to the library to read these sex books to try to figure it all out, but Mama found out and I got in trouble. So I had to wait till Henry passed his old computer down to me. Found some lessons. Had to send away for a CD with a money order. There were all these tongue exercises, techniques. How to keep your tongue from wearing out. Stuff like that."
Marcy stared at him in disbelief. "And how old were you?"
"Fourteen, when I got that CD."
She was deflated. "So, you've had a lot of practice since then, huh?" Or, in other words, I'm just a notch in your bedpost?
He smirked. "Not, a lot."
What's it matter anyway? she asked herself, trying to console the tiny piece of her heart that had unexpectedly broken. She didn't expect to feel that way for a guy who was only supposed to give her a night of fun… or maybe four weeks of it… So, she opted for a subject change. "It sounds like the ranch hands are pretty raunchy."
"Not so much anymore. I got a good group of guys right now. Plus, it's a different vibe without Henry around." He groaned. "He can be a dirty old man sometimes."
"What happened? I heard he just took off one day with the maid."
Ramon nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much it."
Marcy lifted a brow. "So, he was fooling around with the maid? Kinda cliche, don't you think?" She nudged him knowingly with her elbow.
His eyes darted around the room as he shook his head. Then his gaze settled on her. "I used to think so. But now I think it's kinda hot."
Marcy averted her eyes and tried to hide her grin. She couldn't deny that she thought it was kinda hot, too. "So, why'd they take off, anyway? Did something happen?"
Ramon's expression went cold. "Did Victor tell you to ask me that?"
She widened her eyes. "No."
He scanned her face for a moment like he was trying to determine if she was lying. Then he took a deep breath. "Yeah, okay."
"Did you know Henry and the maid were… uh…" She paused. "Intimate?"
"Yeah, I always assumed. Nothing ever happened around me but I know how Henry is."
"But you lived in the same house, right? You never walked in on anything?"
"Honestly, I didn't care enough to notice. Hell, they're adults. Let 'em do what they wanna do, you know?" He shrugged. "Besides, I think they spent most of their time together in the trailer out back."
"Trailer out back?"
"Yeah," he said. "There's a double-wide trailer out there. Henry bought it a few years ago for the guys to use as a break room during the day. At night, I guess it was his and Elsa's love nest." He grunted like he was about to gag.
"Am I supposed to be cleaning that, too?"
"Only if you want to, I suppose. Maybe just once a week to vacuum and mop or whatever. Those guys can be a bunch of damn pigs sometimes. That's why I make 'em clean up their own mess. Have you not gone out there yet?"
"No offense, but…" Her nose wrinkled. "There's a smell. I caught a whiff of it from the back deck. I probably need to go out there and look around, huh?"
"Don't go out there unless I'm with you." His eyes fixed on hers.
"Why? Is it dangerous?"
"Just don't do it."
"Uh… okay." She didn't know him well enough to interpret his facial expressions, but he seemed pretty serious. "Do the guys ever come here, to the house?"
"Sometimes, but only for emergencies. I told 'em all to keep out now that I got all these people stayin' with me. Makes things easier." Ramon suddenly
gasped, giving his alarm clock a glance. "Shit! It's eleven o'clock already?"
"Hmm?" Marcy looked at the clock.
Ramon growled and let his head fall to the pillow. "I'm so fuckin' tired of wakin' up at three-thirty."
"Huh? Three-thirty?"
"Yeah." He sighed. "Guess I'll have to go in late tomorrow. No way I can function on three hours sleep. Four, maybe. But not three."
Marcy squinted at him. "I think your math's wrong. If you go to sleep now, you'll get four and a half hours."
He sat up, chuckling, then pulled another condom out from under his pillow. "Not with you in my bed." He reached out and put his hand behind her head, pulling her forward.
She happily melted into his arms, his kiss awakening her body once again.
CHAPTER 7
Some time well after midnight, Marcy dozed off into a blissful slumber in Ramon's bed.
At three-thirty, as she lay on her side with her back to him, she jolted awake at the blaring alarm clock he had forgotten to turn off.
She kept her eyes shut, chuckling, when she heard him mutter a string of expletives, then smack the clock until the buzzer stopped.
"Fuckin' three-thirty…" Ramon muttered.
Laughing inside, she lay peacefully, waiting for sleep to overtake her once again, when she felt his arm curve around her waist. Then she felt his warm chest against her back.
Does he want me to wake up? she wondered. But almost instantly she heard his slow, rhythmic breathing and knew he had fallen asleep.
She eased her body against his and closed her eyes.
The next time she awoke, it was to the sound of dresser drawers opening and shutting. She rolled over, blinking to clear her eyes, then rubbing them. She saw a bare-chested Ramon pulling on a pair of jeans.
Clearing her throat, she asked, "What time is it?"
Ramon frowned, looking at her as he zipped his pants. "Seven-thirty. Sorry. I was trying to let you sleep."
"It's okay." Marcy pulled the covers to her neck, enjoying this early morning eye candy.
"What time do you usually wake up?" He walked to the closet.
"Seven or eight." She yawned. "But I'm not used to the time change yet. I'm so tired."
