Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  He was so virile! She also had a feeling what she lacked in experience he most definitely had. But did he want her? Confused and with her insecurities swamping her she said, “Um, when did you want to go?”

  He stepped back. His eyes were a dark bottomless brown and they were fastened right on hers. “Now.”

  She took a long breath. Her nipples ached and her body did too. She wanted him, and badly. How to seduce him? Could she seduce him?

  Luke nodded and turned around, heading for the door. Lori’s body ached with unrequited lust and her thoughts fragmented as she watched his firm ass cheeks in yet another pair of tight jeans. Her heart slammed painfully into her ribs and the urge to masturbate, to just say she had forgotten she had something to do and run back to the house, fling her clothes off and rub her clit until she came in great pulsing waves, nearly overwhelmed her.

  Luke turned and said, “You know, I think we can put off riding those horses until tomorrow. They need to be let out to pasture anyway soon.”

  Disappointment filled her. He didn’t want her. He didn’t even want to spend time with her. Hurt and sorrow filled her. It figured. She should be used to rejection by now, but she wasn’t.

  Luke came closer and he said, “I think you need to paint.”

  She stared at him, bemused into silence. Finally she found her tongue and she asked, “What?”

  He smiled a slow and wicked smile that made her panties feel like they were about to melt right off her heated skin. He said, “I think you need to paint.”

  She looked at the paint supplies and then back at him. “Are you insane?”

  He shook his head, slowly. “No. I saw your work. It’s great but…”

  “It doesn’t have any guts. I heard you. I mean, you’re a rancher, right? So what…why do you think you know I need to paint, and why now?”

  His smile got broader. “Because I’m going to teach you passion.”

  The words spilled out of her, “How can you teach someone passion?”

  He said, “I’m going to fuck you.”

  Her whole body trembled. She opened her mouth and a little squeak issued. She couldn’t think past the exciting fantasies crashing through her mind. She said, “you’re going to fuck me?’

  “Yes, and hard. That is…if you want me to, and if you paint well.”

  She couldn’t think of anything to say except, “None of the canvas is stretched.”

  “There’s a canvas in the corner. Go get it.”

  She looked where his finger was pointing and there was a canvas there, already stretched and waiting. Her legs barely held her up and it was all she could do not to break into a run as she went to fetch it and then set it on the easel. She couldn’t breathe and her hands shook as she reached for a palette.

  She turned and said, “What should I paint?”

  “Whatever you feel.”

  He drew closer. Her eyes dropped to his body again and her whole body heated so rapidly she was certain she had somehow caught a fever, and was hallucinating at a high degree.

  She found paints and added them to the palette then looked down at them. They were pale, and thin. She scraped them off and gathered scarlet, carnelian, and cerulean. Luke turned her around. His hands rested on her shoulders for a long moment then they dropped to her wide hips. Her breath stuck in her throat as his hands skimmed upward, his fingers grazing across the curves of her breasts before they moved lower and found the hem of her sweater. It came off. Her breasts strained at the cups of her bra, and she knew one hard breath would send them tumbling right out of the cups.

  His fingers traced down her chest and dipped into the valley between her breasts. He found the clasp between her breasts and the bra did pop open, exposing her pale breasts with their light pink nipples.

  Soon she was totally naked. Heat crawled all over her body as he began to tug the jacket and the shirt he wore below it off. Inch by inch his magnificent body came into view and her toes curled as she stared at his long and thick cock. The head was purple and swollen and heavy veins wrapped around the shaft. She couldn’t resist reaching out and taking that hardness into her hand. It filled her palm completely, throbbing and pulsing, and making fresh waves of desire rise up and threaten to engulf her.

  She was practically panting. She wanted to drop to her knees and take that thick dick down her throat. Her hand glided up and down it and she stared, rapt and fascinated, as the engorged head popped into view and then vanished again.

  She did drop to her knees. Her tongue flicked out and swiped over his dick’s head. Immediately a salty taste filled her mouth and she took a low breath then sucked him into her throat. He was not just large, he was enormous. Her pussy ached and dripped fluids along her labia and inner thighs.

  She wanted him so badly. Her tongue circled around his dick and her lips tightened as she sucked harder, applying pressure as she sucked longer and harder, her fingers dropping to his balls.

  This was exactly what she had often imagined, unapologetic sex with a man so hot that he made her body melt and her pussy throb with want and need. Her head bobbed and she had to remember to breathe. His hot meat filled her entire throat and she kept moving, her right hand cradling his balls and her left on his shaft. She couldn’t take his whole cock in so she took as much as she could and used her fist to stroke the rest of that heavy thick weight.

  Her knees scraped along the floor and his hips shot forward, his hands capturing the back of her head as they did. She was impaled by that dick, it slid even further down her throat, making her open her mouth wider and try harder.

  She’d never been so turned on. The men she’d known had never been so big. Her dildo was, and she had longed, prayed that one day she’d find a man with a cock so thick and long. She wanted to put that hard cock into her pussy and fuck her fast and hard.

  She was breathing hard and trembling when he pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop and then moved so that he could push her onto her back. His tongue flickered across her aureole and then his mouth found her nipples. His tongue moved over them and then his teeth tugged at the stiff peaks, making her writhe and wriggle.

  He said, “Wait. Get your paints and that canvas.”

  Was he nuts? She stared at him then scrambled to do what he said. He arranged the canvas so it was on the floor and then he pushed her to her knees again. He got behind her and parted her ass cheeks with his fingers. His tongue ran up and down her ass crack, dipping into the wet slit between her labia.

  A moan broke from her lips. Luke said, “Paint dammit.”

  Paint? Her eyes closed as pleasure exploded into her body as his fingers thrust into her and withdrew to be followed up by his tongue stroking her clitoris in long slow strokes that left her whimpering and thrusting her hips upward so he could reach that pounding flesh more easily.

  Luke said, “I said paint.”

  She had no brush. Her fingers found the palette and she began to paint as his tongue continued to stroke her clit and then moved away from it so his fingers could go deep inside her body once again.

  Her ass humped up and down and her hair grew sweaty and damp. Her eyes were unfocused and she had no idea what she was painting, all she knew was the feel of his tongue and hands. She wanted his dick inside her. She wanted to feel every single inch pounding into her body.

  His tongue continued to stroke her clit and she shuddered all over. Her fingers found the canvas and paint streaked across it. Her body arched and her eyes rolled back in her head. The paint, slick and wet, coated her fingers, and his fingers, slick and wet with her fluids, slid back into her, stretching her open in a delightful way.

  Her head spun. Desire washed over her and ecstasy followed. This was the hottest thing she had ever done and she didn’t want it to end.

  The paint kept going on the canvas. She drew shapes with her fingers without even thinking about it. Her eyes opened and she fumbled for more paint as he took her closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm.

  L
uke stopped suddenly. Her cry was loud and pleading and he heard her. He positioned himself between her legs, one hand guiding his member to her swollen outer lips. He pressed forward and she cried out, “Yes, fuck yes! Fuck me, oh my God!”

  He pushed forward. His balls slapped against her ass and his hands gripped her hips as they rocked back and forth on the studio floor. She squirted paint onto the canvas and then placed one hand on the floor, using the fingers of the other to continue to paint while his dick went deep, and deeper.

  Luke’s hard cock slid along her wet passageway, opening it further and filling her completely. He placed one hand on her mound, his fingers finding her clit and manipulating it. Pleasure shot through her body. Her toes curled again. Her breath hitched in and out and her nipples struck the edge of the canvas repeatedly as he withdrew and thrust until she was half-mad with the need to come.

  Desperate and sobbing she cried out, “I want to come! I want to come so hard!”

  Luke grunted out, “Come then,” and she did. Her walls clenched and opened on his dick. Her hand slapped down on the canvas while her ass lifted higher than ever before, her legs straining with the force of her climax.

  Luke came too, pulling out of her to shoot a heavy load of creamy white side along her upturned ass cheeks. Lori almost fell forward but she managed to catch herself in time and stay up.

  Her breathing eventually went back to normal. Luke said, “Well, let’s see the end result.”

  He moved away from her and Lori levered herself up so that she was upright on her knees.

  They both looked down at the canvas. The whole thing was covered with bold streaks and swirls. There were definite shapes within, long phallic shapes and dips that suggested her pussy. Lori began to laugh. “It’s awful.”

  Luke chuckled too, “No, it’s not. It shows passion and heat and that’s what your painting lack. You tend to gravitate toward the pretty and mundane, and that is fine, if you elevate it to something else.”

  She got off her knees and stared at him. “Okay, now you sound like an art critic.”

  He smiled. He said, “That is because I am.”

  She gawked at him. “No, you’re a rancher.”

  He nodded. “I am. And you have things to do on your ranch so get dressed and get that paint off your hands. I’ll meet you outside.”

  She watched him dress, too befuddled to even ask the obvious questions. She gathered her wits and dressed, cleaned the paint from her hands and followed him outside. Luke said, “Your dad was hell with water rights so you’re good there but you have to remember that New Mexico is pretty arid. You need water. Nobody wastes water here if we can help it.”

  She said, “I saw all the trees and…”

  “Most are brought in. Few are indigenous, at least few of the ones used for landscaping are. Your father grew a few crops, did you see them?’

  She shook her head. Luke, dressed and looking just as sexy as he had naked, nodded and said, “Follow me.”

  They walked across the ground. The grass ended past the house proper and there was hard-packed earth in lovely dark brown that covered most of the earth. She looked up at the stunning vistas of sky and mountains, and the greenery contrasting with the neutral colors of the landscape.

  It was vibrant and terrifying. It was so different from the city! The light had a shimmering clarity, and the man walking in front of her was as complex and complicated as the entire landscape he walked through.

  They reached the small fields and she stared at them in dismay. She said, “I have no idea what any of this is.”

  He grinned and pointed to a stand of trees at the end of the property, near the tall adobe walls. “Those are pinon trees. Those over there are beans. He liked to grow black beans especially since they were his favorite thing to eat. The vegetable garden is further down and there’s tomatoes and onions, plenty of peas and peppers, and he also grew herbs and onions. Most of it has very light water needs. The quinoa was maybe the crop he sold the most of. He put in half an acre of it, and he always got a kick out of selling it.”

  “I like quinoa.”

  Luke said, “I do too, oddly enough. I took care of it today, but you’ll have to start doing it tomorrow. The water’s automatic and it comes from an irrigation system. All you have to do is walk the rows and look for weeds.”

  She said, “I’m from Manhattan. I wouldn’t know the difference.”

  Luke said, “I already pulled them all so over the next few days I’ll show you.”

  She followed him past the fields and then to the stables. They headed inside and Luke said, “Okay we’re going to give the horses some hay and clover. Watch today and then tomorrow we can start you doing it too. I won’t abandon you to it, and I’ll help you. For a while. Then you’ll be able to do it yourself.”

  A question trembled behind her lips. “Will you keep helping me to paint too?”

  Luke looked her right in the eye. “If you want me to.”

  “I do but I have to know…I mean…”

  “Your father saw every painting you ever did. Your mom kept him away from you but he was tricky. He had the teachers at your school send him photographs of every project and he lived just long enough to read the reviews and view the online gallery of your work.”

  She hung her head, “I see.”

  Luke said, “I do too. I see a beautiful woman who was taken to a place she couldn’t fit in and whose talent is still there but whose passion was dried up and discouraged. I want to see you find it, and bring it out. I know you have a great talent, you just need to inject some life into your work, and to do that you actually have to get out and have a life.”

  She asked, “Is that it? You want to sleep with me because I’m talented?”

  He drew closer. “Hell no. You’re fucking gorgeous and you have a body that drives me crazy. I could barely stand it when you were climbing up into the truck last night and your skirt slid up over your thigh. I had to hope like hell you didn’t see the massive hard-on I was sporting the whole ride here.”

  She blushed. “I’m not beautiful. I’m thick or heavy or plump or whatever you want to call it…”

  Luke said, “No, you’ve been brainwashed by a city that thinks thin is somehow pretty, that and the media accepted version of beauty. Now how about we head over into Santa Fe after we get the horses fed? I’ll call one of my hands over to put them out and put them back in the stable again later if we don’t make it back in time to do it.”

  “You want to go into Santa Fe now?”

  He said, “Yes. Several reasons. You’ll see several things in Santa Fe. That it’s a huge arts town, and that women here come in all shapes and sizes and everyone appreciates all of them. Also I want to show you my gallery.”

  She bit her lip. “I might not stay here you know.”

  He shrugged. “If you don’t, you don’t. If your passion takes you elsewhere, so be it. I believe in pleasure, and art, and passion. I don’t believe in fences. That’s why I don’t have much success as a rancher I’m afraid, but as a lover I’m doing pretty well. I believe people need to be free, and to be positive whether it’s sexually positive or just positive that they have the passion and talent and drive to do what it is that they want to do.”

  Lori felt joy explode in her chest. She’d done the right thing coming here. She’d found a sexy cowboy who just happened to know a lot about art, and who was mature enough to let her do whatever she wanted and needed to do, and who inspired great passion in her.

  She had no idea what the future would hold.

  But she was looking forward to finding out.

  Story 7

  Darlene sat on her suitcase to force it closed and snapped the buckles shut. Her friend, Tamera, was sitting on the edge of her bed, telling her about the ranch at which they were supposed to be spending their summer vacation. Personally, Darlene had no interest in going out to a farm. It would be hot, smell like shit, and be generally boring all around. Tamera had coaxed her, sa
ying that her stepfather had this hot farmhand named John; that they were only about ten miles away from the nearest city and could go visit any time they wanted. She insisted that it was beautiful out there. Darlene would have been alone most of the summer anyway—her mom was on an extended trip to Europe for business. She gave in to Tamera, deciding that it would be better than sitting in the house alone for three months.

  “Did you pack your bathing suit?” asked Tamera, chewing on the back of a pencil. Despite her eagerness to go out to the ranch, she was nervous. She hadn’t seen her stepdad in years, she said, and she didn’t know how he would react to her not being a little girl anymore. Darlene told her that of course it wouldn’t bother him, that from the sound of it, he loved Tamera very much. Still, Tamera probably wouldn’t be able to relax until all greetings and introductions were made and they were settled in.