One Hard Ride

by M. M. Bordeaux

  Amanda smiled. “Yes. I think you should.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jake took off his spurs and laid them on the table. As he undressed, taking off his boots and vest and unbuckling his chaps, Amanda picked up the spurs to examine them. The spurs had large wheels, maybe two inches in diameter, each with a dozen sharp spikes. They looked to be solid silver, intricately hand-carved with delicate roses and intertwined vines. The leather strap that wrapped over a boot was hand-tooled with the same floral design as the metal part.

  “These are beautiful,” she said. “For something that looks so dangerous. Do you actually poke Ginger in the sides with these?”

  He grinned. “Not hard enough to hurt her. This style is Mexican. They’re a lot bigger than American-style spurs. My granddad wore these eighty years ago. They mean a lot to me.” He unknotted his bandanna and took it off, then dropped his chaps to the floor and sat down on one of the chairs to slip off his socks. Jake rose again to unhook the silver oval buckle of his belt.

  She grinned. “Finally getting to the good part. Took you long enough.”

  He returned the grin. “I don’t usually strip without music.” He unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans.

  “Da-dah-dah-dum, da-dah-dah-dum…” She hummed the classic stripper’s tune, watching him shove his jeans down over his hips and legs. His soaked underwear did nothing to hide the thick shape of his cock. She was pleased to see he was hard and erect.

  He took off his leather vest, then unsnapped the pearl snaps of his soaked flannel shirt. Once open, he took it off and hung it on the back of a chair, before sliding his underwear over his legs. Finally, he stood naked in front of her. Reaching out, he brushed her hair back and looked into her eyes. “I could get my own blanket.” He smiled. “Or we can share this one.”

  She smiled warmly and held the edges of her blanket wide, revealing her own naked body and inviting him in.

  ****

  God she’s beautiful, Jake thought, stepping forward as she wrapped her arms and the blanket around his back. In the soft light from the coal oil lamp and the wood-burning stove, her skin was glowing. He pressed his eager cock against her abdomen. He felt it growing harder, as her nipples pressed like pebbles against his chest. He slid his arms around her back, lifting her to her toes and kissing her hard before finally coming up for air.

  “You do know how to take a girl’s breath away,” she gasped against his mouth.

  He grinned. He wanted to rekindle the fiery passion that had consumed her in the barn with Luke, but intended to take his time getting there. He kissed her again, barely touching her with his lips and the tip of his tongue, lingering over her lips before moving slowly up to kiss her cheeks and eyelids. Jake lowered his head and kissed her chin, then under her chin. With a soft moan, she arched her head back, giving him better access to her neck. His kisses became wetter, more urgent as he caressed her back, sliding his hands from her shoulder blades to her waist and down to her ass and back again. Caressing her naked body was an erotic experience that made his erection harden even more.

  When his lips reached the smooth hollow where her neck blended in to her shoulder, he gently nipped at her with his teeth. He smiled at her delicate shudder. “God, you are sexy. You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

  She pressed closer, pushing her belly against his erection. “I may have some idea.” She grinned. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this place is full of empty beds. If you are interested in doing something about it.”

  “Oh, I’m interested. But first, I want to make sure your beautiful breasts and sexy nipples get the attention they deserve.” He picked her up by the waist and sat her on the edge of the table.

  She was still holding the blanket around his shoulders. He could feel her body heat blending with his, warming them both. He caressed her breasts, cupping and lifting them in his palms, admiring their perfect shape and fullness. Lifting them higher, he leaned down and flicked his tongue over each nipple. He smiled at her sudden sharp intake of breath. It was all he could do to keep from tossing her onto one of the bunk beds and shoving his cock into her. He had no doubt she would respond eagerly, her pussy wet and open for him. But she deserved, and he wanted, more than a quick fuck. Much more. He kissed and licked her breasts, moving his lips and tongue over each full round globe. He lathed the smooth flesh, purposely skirting each nipple and the dark pink areola surrounding it.

  “Please,” she whimpered softly, clutching the blanket as she arched her chest to him.

  “Please? Tell me what you want, baby.”

  “Kiss my nipples. Please.”

  “Like this?” He leaned down and circled the tip of his tongue around one nipple, wetting the areola, causing it to shrink and pucker as her nipple grew and hardened. He sucked the firm tip into his mouth, then gripped it between his lips, pressing hard.

  “Ohmygod” She dropped the blanket and clutched the back of his head, pulling him tightly against her breast. He felt her shudder and gasp her pleasure. As she moaned, he moved to the other nipple, circling it with the tip of his tongue then squeezing it tightly between his lips.

  “Ohh! Oh my God!” She arched her back toward him, but quickly pulled away as if unable to bear the pleasure. As her body quivered, Amanda looked at him with a bit of awe, her eyes wide. “My God,” she said breathlessly. “You almost made me orgasm!”

  He chuckled. “Sugar, I intend to make you come many, many times.” He had committed to helping this woman explore her erotic boundaries, and he intended to introduce her to as much sexual pleasure as he possibly could. He wrapped her in the blanket and carried her toward the bunk beds. “Top or bottom?”

  “Whichever one you’re in. Otherwise, I don’t care.”

  He placed her gently on the bottom bunk, then reached for where his jeans had been tossed carelessly. Retrieving a condom from the pocket, he quickly rolled it over his raging cock. As he crawled in beside her, he pulled the second blanket over them. Snuggling close, he slid a hand down over her breasts, lightly circling his palm over each nipple. “You have really sexy breasts and amazingly sensitive nipples.”

  “I had no idea how sensitive until I met you.”

  Jake stroked over the taut muscles of her tummy to the neat triangle of curls above her pussy. He paused and then slid his index finger over her clit and into her creamy folds. Her hips jerked back, but then lifted with need into his hand.

  “You’re wet,” he said.

  She looked into his eyes. “I want you.”

  “I want you, too,” he said, shifting to one elbow and looking down at her. “More than you know.” And a lot more than I should, he thought. Somewhere near the edge of his conscious awareness a voice whispered, “Be careful. This woman isn’t some slutty cowgirl out for a Saturday night fuck.” He hesitated a long moment, gazing down into her beautiful dark eyes. She returned his gaze, waiting. Finally, he rolled to cover her and settled between her open thighs.

  “Ouch!” She whimpered as his hips rubbed her punctured thighs.”

  “Sorry. I’ll try to be careful.”

  “Just make love to me. I’ll worry about being careful.”

  He took her at her word and pressed his pelvis forward, holding himself up on his elbows as he slid his cock into the wet flesh between her legs. God, she felt good! He loved feeling her body under his, his hands stroking her flesh and his cock pulsing in the tight channel of her pussy. He hadn’t felt this way with a woman in a long time. If ever.

  ****

  Amanda winced as his thighs rubbed against her wounds, but she reached down to clasp his buttocks, urging him deeper.

  “Oh my, yes!” She felt his cock slip in between her pussy lips. She moaned and clutched at his back as he pressed deeper, moaning louder as he thrust into her. “Oh God! You feel so good.”

  “Is this what you want? My cock in your hot pussy? Me fucking you?”

  “Yes. Please…yes!” Her voice was husky, her throat
now as dry as her pussy was wet.

  From the moment Jake had first entered her, Amanda had closed her eyes and tilted her head back, enjoying the sheer physical pleasure of their union. Now she opened her eyes to see that Jake was staring at her intently, his eyes just inches from her own. This close, with his pupils enlarged in the shadowy lamplight, his eyes seem to be twin pools of deep water, deeper than she could fathom.

  She held his gaze, letting her body register the pleasure he was giving her, trying to use her hands and legs and thrusting hips to give him pleasure in return. Reaching up, she tangled her fingers in the curls of his hair, then slid her hands down over his muscular shoulders to his back and waist. She dragged her nails lightly across his back then lifted her arms, twining her forearms above her head. It was a gesture of complete surrender and she smiled at the flash of sexual hunger in his eyes. Then his body took control, and he was fucking her hard, fast, a runaway stallion unable to stop or be stopped.

  “Oh God,” he groaned, his hips slamming into her. She sensed his need to climax and the friction of his cock ignited her own orgasm, sending her spinning into a blinding ecstasy.

  “You…are…so…beautiful,” Jake’s gaze was still locked onto her eyes. Then he gave in to his pleasure, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he erupted in a roaring climax.

  Amanda clutched at his back and wrapped her legs around his hips, her body desperate to become one with his. She felt him release and spasm deep in her core and her own climax swept over her, lifting her on wave after wave of rolling pleasure. She moaned, her cries of passion filling the cabin and echoing off the log walls. As her orgasm swept her away in a bliss more intense than any pleasure she had ever known, Amanda felt tears well up in her eyes. This depth of emotion during sex was unexpected and disconcerting.

  She wanted to wipe the tears away but Jake had collapsed, his broad chest resting on her breasts, trapping her arms. Amanda lay quietly, waiting for him to come back into his body. She was still reeling from her orgasm, a climax so intense it had triggered what she could only describe as an out of body experience.

  Finally he stirred, lifting himself to his elbows. As he opened his eyes and looked at her, a frown crossed his face. He reached up and gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “Was it that bad?” His concern was sincere.

  “No.” Her smile sent another cascade of tears down her cheeks. “It was that good. I couldn’t tell where my body stopped and yours began. I didn’t know it could be like that.”

  Jake smiled and leaned down to kiss the tears from her cheeks and lashes. “It was pretty incredible. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it myself. Maybe that’s what Jung calls ‘the blending of souls.’”

  Jesus. The man is cowboy, a rancher, a lawyer, and he reads Jung.

  “I’m not sure what it was.” She smiled up at him. “But it was damn good.”

  Jake rolled out of the bunk to discard his condom, then quickly crawled back in to nestle beside her.

  They lay still for several minutes as she studied the ruggedly handsome features of his face. Her eyes suddenly brightened. “Oh my. Is that what I think it is?”

  Jake was stirring again against her thigh, almost at full erection. “I believe it is ma’am. I don’t have much control over it. At least not when I’m laying between the legs of a beautiful, sexy woman.”

  He lifted his chest, then bent down and took one of her nipples between his lips. The pressure of his mouth sent a surge of electricity from her nipple straight to her pussy. Amanda squeezed her thighs tight around his hips, mindless of her puncture wounds.

  ****

  After several minutes, Jake stopped kissing her nipples and swung his legs out of the bed. “Just a minute,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere. I want to try something.”

  She grinned. “As if I’m going anywhere.”

  A minute later, he was back, a new condom sheathing his dick. “Roll over onto your tummy. I want to see that sweet, tight ass of yours.”

  She looked at him curiously for a moment, and then he saw awareness dawn in her expression. “Jake…I’ve never…”

  “Don’t worry. We’ll take it nice and slow. It’s an experience you should at least try.” If Amanda was ever going to lose her anal virginity, he wanted it to be with him. “Just roll over, baby.”

  She hesitated a moment more, her look uncertain. Finally she rolled over, arching her bottom to him. “Damn, your ass is fine.” He caressed the smooth globes with both hands. “It’s perfect.”

  As he knelt behind her, she looked over her shoulder. “Please…be easy…”

  He stroked the cheeks of her ass with his palms, spreading them to reveal the puckered rosebud of her anus. “I’ll go slow,” he said. “If it’s too much, just say so and I’ll stop.”

  She glanced back over her shoulder. “Yes. Okay.” She lay with her head sideways on the Indian blanket, her bottom tilted up. Jake wet the tip of a finger with saliva and circled her anus for a moment, then gently pushed inside the tight orifice. He felt her flinch and then relax against his hand. He pushed his finger deeper and this time she moaned softly.

  He pulled his finger out and then slid it in again, even deeper. As he slowly stretched her delicate tissues, he used his other hand to stimulate her pussy, teasing her clit with gentle circles of his index finger around the sensitive bud. “How does that feel? Good?”

  “It feels…tight. And naughty. Naughty sexy.”

  “Are you ready for me to fuck your pretty little ass?”

  “Yes,” she murmured softly, almost self-consciously. “I think so.”

  “I don’t have any lube, but your pussy is wet for me.”

  He slid the head of his cock between the wet flesh of her labia, coming away coated with her glistening juices. Holding his shaft at the base, he pressed the bulbous head against her rear opening and slowly pushed, stretching the rosette until the plum shaped head slipped inside. She cried out with a squeal of pain-laced pleasure, followed by a low moan. He gazed down at the connection of his hard shaft in her ass, feeling the tight grip of her anal muscles squeezing his cockhead. It was an erotic sight and he had to restrain himself from driving into her with full force.

  Amanda lay with her head sideways on the bed, her mouth open and her eyes closed. She was gripping the blanket tightly in both hands, but was not resisting Jake’s penetration of her ass hole.

  “Push gently against my cock. It will open you up to me.” He pushed again, felt her relaxing to his invasion. He drove in deeper, eager for full penetration. Almost half his cock was now in her ass.

  “Ohh…God! That feels…incredible!” She was panting in sharp breaths, twisting the edge of the blanket into tight knots.

  “Do you like my cock in your ass, Amanda? Does it feel good?”

  “Yes! It feels good. Give it to me slow and easy.” She shifted her hips, giving him a better angle. Jake was surprised that she not only accepted this new sexual experience, but seemed to be enjoying it. He pushed in deeper, driving the full length of his cock into her. As his cock slid all the way into her ass, her moan turned into a sigh.

  He fucked her ass with slow, deliberate strokes, letting her get used to this new sensation. After a moment, he felt her ass moving, fucking back against his thrusting cock. Her moans were coming in short sharp breaths and he could sense she was nearing her climax.

  Jake was at the precipice, too. The tunnel of her ass around his cock felt so good, so tight, so erotic. He grabbed her hips and held her bottom tight against his pelvis, letting his climax erupt into her ass with spurt after spurt of liquid heat. As his orgasm swept through him, he reached around and stroked her clit, his fingertips flying rapidly over the swollen, sensitive bud. Suddenly, her hips jerked back and forth, and he knew she was also climaxing. She screamed, trying to muffle her wail with the twisted knot of the blanket.

  Finally, her spasms subsided and she relaxed beneath him. His cock slid out easily and he leaned down to look at her.
Her face was peaceful, her eyes closed. He blew a lock of dark curls from her neck and ear and then leaned down and kissed her, nuzzling his lips against her earlobe. “That was amazing, Amanda. Did you enjoy it?” He traced a wet trail down to the hollow of her shoulder with the tip of his tongue.

  “Yes. Yes, I did.” She shuddered at the wet touch of his tongue. “It was much more erotic and less painful than I thought it would be.” She opened her eyes halfway and looked back over her shoulder. “Was it good for you, too?”

  He grinned. “Sweetheart, it was amazing.”

  ****

  Amanda sighed and relaxed against the blanket, enjoying the feel of Jake’s weight on top of her and the warmth of the blanket underneath her. As she surrendered to post-coital contentment, a vague memory flirted with the edge of her consciousness. She opened her eyes, trying to recall what it was. Suddenly her eyes focused on the blanket she was laying on. She grabbed a corner of the thick wool and her head jerked up.

  “Jake! Where did you get this blanket?”

  Jake looked at the corner of the blanket she was holding. The blanket was tightly woven wool with stripes of blue and burgundy on a natural background. In the corner, a small red triangle was woven into a blue stripe.

  “Hell, I don’t know. It’s been here for as long as I can remember. I used to wrap up in it on cold nights when Grandpa and Daddy and some of the hands would sit by the stove and play dominoes. Why?”

  “Because…” She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying what she was actually thinking. She would not get his hopes up. Not yet. “Because I think it might be worth something. I saw one similar to it in Taos a year or two ago. Sold at an auction.”

  “Really? For how much?”

  “I’m really not sure. But it was a nice price. We should check this one out.” She knew exactly what the winning bid had been. One of her clients had bought the blanket for four hundred and sixteen thousand dollars.

  She turned to lie facing him, then leaned forward and kissed him quickly. “Let’s get up. I think the storm is dying down. I want to take this blanket to the ranch and photograph it. There’s someone I know in Santa Fe I want to send it to.”