As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (6 page)

He pushed Helen backward a step, moving her until her shoulders were against the wooden wall.

Jared whispered, “So beautiful,” and then dipped his head to again capture Helen’s taut, brown nipple between his lips.

She moaned again, softly and passionately, the sound of a young woman who had cheated death and was now willing to accept whatever pleasure life offered. Helen cupped Jared’s head in both hands, holding him tight to the lush orb of her breast, not wanting to let him end his luscious pleasuring. But when he released her nipple from his lips’ embrace, and even eased his fingers out of her mouth, Helen did not protest. She did not because Jared had raised her dress, and his hands were now inside her skirt. She felt his fingertips gliding up her left thigh. The caress was delicate, experienced, devastating to what Helen had always considered her better judgment.

Helen thought, He’s done this with a hundred different women. Helen sighed with helpless resignation to her own passion. When she felt his powerful hands pushing against the inside of her thighs, she spread her feet farther apart, no longer willing to put forth even the appearance of resistance as Jared sank to his knees before her.

“Beautiful,” Jared whispered. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He kissed her then, easing his tongue into her cleft without any preliminary dalliance. Helen cried out in ecstasy, and this time he did not try to silence her. Up on the rooftop, four stories above the young monsters who meant to do them harm, Helen could at last allow her passions to have free rein.

“Oh, yesss!” Helen purred, her eyes closed. She felt Jared’s slick tongue gliding over her skin, tantalizing responsive nerves that never before had felt such things.

A tiny voice inside Helen’s brain whispered, It’s not right. This isn’t natural.

But another voice whispered, Nothing natural could feel this good. Enjoy Jared while you can.

And with that the brief, silent debate within Helen was concluded, and she was blissfully resigned to accept whatever pleasure Jared was capable of giving her.

Each swipe of Jared’s tongue added fuel to the inferno of passion that was rapidly burning out of control in Helen’s soul. She cupped her breasts, pinching the erect nipples firmly, hungry for all the possible sensations of pleasure. When Jared slipped a finger inside her pussy, then used the tip of his tongue against her clit, a shiver worked its way up Helen’s spine and her fingers pressed even more deeply into her lush breasts.

Helen could not logically explain her body’s traitorous behavior. Jared was exactly the kind of man she had always found offensive. Nothing in her world made sense anymore. She was exhausted, frightened, on a rooftop with no real certainty of just where in Whitetail Creek she was. For all she knew, the violent gunmen had figured out where she and Jared had hidden and were at that very moment climbing up the fire escape ladder.

But somehow, none of that seemed to matter to her body’s responsiveness. All that mattered to her traitorous body was that Jared was kissing and licking and caressing her pussy with consummate skill. His cunnilingus made her feel sensations that she had never even known were possible.

Once again, names of deities came unbidden from Helen’s mouth. She felt everything that Jared was doing to her with astonishing clarity. Each swipe of his tongue across her clit, or over the lips of her pussy, brought exquisite satisfaction. And when he pushed the first two fingers of his right hand into her, the stimulating friction made her dizzy with excitement.

“Jared…Oh, Jared…” Her head banged against the wall. “Oh, God, what is happening to me? What am I doing?”

It was odd for Helen to hear the sound of passion in her own voice. She was accustomed to hearing herself speaking in an authoritative or at least confident and knowledgeable manner at work. She adopted a respectful tone when speaking with Gregg in front of others. But she was not used to hearing her own voice speaking words of passion and praise—to a stranger!

The kisses suddenly ended, and when they did, Helen’s eyes opened wide. She was not ready for the oral caresses to end. Not when her clit felt as tight and hard as a pebble. Not when her entire body felt as though it was ready to explode with ecstasy.

Jared stood, and only then did Helen realize that while he had been using his lips and tongue with such devastating skill, he had unbuckled his belt and lowered his black trousers to free himself. His erection jutted out from his body. He was very long, and the cock’s thickness was intimidating. The only comparison to Jared that Helen could make was with Gregg, and to that regard, it was like comparing a little child to a man—a
real
man, not a pompous, rich boy who thought himself a gentleman.

For several seconds, Jared just stood there, his jacket unbuttoned and his trousers down to the middle of his thighs, his flagrant erection standing out defiantly, hard and throbbing with tension. He was impressive in size, even intimidating—and he knew it. Helen wondered if there was ever a time when Jared wasn’t supremely confident in his abilities.

In a soft, unintentionally tremulous voice, Helen whispered, “But it’s so…so big…”

“Trust me. I know what to do.” Jared eased a half step closer. “I’ll make it special for you. We’ll be a perfect fit.”

Helen reached for his cock. When she did, she noticed that her hand was trembling as if she was very scared. She was, perhaps, a little scared, but more than anything else she was confused and excited. She wondered whether Gregg’s penis was unnaturally small, and so, by comparison, Jared appeared to her now to be unnaturally large. She realized then that though she was no longer a virgin—and hadn’t been one for over a year—there were countless things about men and women and the things they could do for each other to give and receive pleasure that she knew absolutely nothing about. Nothing.

But Jared knew. Jared was the answer to the mystery.

When her fingers were just inches from Jared’s cock, her hand stopped. The disconcerting thought that her body couldn’t possibly stretch to accommodate Jared’s enormous size and solidity flitted unpleasantly along the outer edges of her consciousness.

“Damn,” she murmured with artless simplicity, “that’s big.”

“Don’t be afraid,” Jared replied, his tone now raspy with sexual tension. Helen suspected this wasn’t the first time he’d had this conversation with a suddenly anxious woman. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Helen at last dragged her gaze up from Jared’s erection to his face. She was looking directly into his eyes as she slowly sank to her knees on the rooftop. Through the fabric of her dress, she felt the coarse pebbles beneath her knees. She tried to block this unpleasant sensation from her thoughts. Never in her life had she been on her knees for a man.

“Oh…” Helen whispered, seeing the solid flesh just inches from her face. “Oh, my.” After a moment it seemed appropriate to add, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!”

She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the shaft and was surprised to discover that, holding him in her hand, she could not touch her fingertips to her thumb. He was warm and vibrant in her fist, the heat of his cock seeming to pass straight through her palm and into her bloodstream. She began working her fist back and forth over Jared’s entire length, her eyes glassy, amazed that it was actually her own hand that she was watching and not that of a much more daring and adventurous woman.

Helen felt utterly wicked being on her knees on the rooftop, watching her hand moving slowly back and forth over Jared’s pulsing erection. Doing this sort of thing—having a sexual encounter with a stranger—was simply not something that the person known as Helen Miller would do. She was much too controlling, especially with herself and her own behavior, to be so bold and adventurous. She was a planner and a plotter, a person who took extraordinary pride in her ability to see over the horizon and predict the future. She had designed her life, and passion just wasn’t in the blueprint that she had for herself.

But she could not have predicted Jared’s entrance into her world, nor her irrational and unprecedented sexual response to him. Jared was the embodiment of the enticing and unexplainable.

She looked up at Jared, bewilderment swirling in her brain. “You make me want to do things…wicked things…I want to do everything with you. Simply everything. You’re a mystery to me.” She hesitated a moment before adding truthfully, “I’m so confused that I’m not sure of anything anymore, but I think I hate you.”

Jared did not reply verbally. Instead, he reached down and caught a lock of Helen’s auburn hair. He twirled the hair around his index finger for a moment then eased his fingers into her luxurious tresses. With gentle insistence, he pulled her closer.

She kissed the enormously engorged crown of his erection then very tentatively stuck just the tip of her tongue out between her lips. She tasted Jared, and the rumbling groan of excitement she received let her know that he appreciated her efforts. She felt his hand in her hair at the back of her neck, and when he pulled with a bit more force, she did not resist. Her lips were forced apart, and a moment later the head of his cock filled her mouth. Helen closed her eyes and tried not to think too much about what she was doing. All she was certain of was that, when she was with Jared, she felt daring and was willing to do things that she otherwise wouldn’t dream of.

She put her tongue in motion against the underside of the head of Jared’s cock, and her moan of passion mingled with his. Slowly, unsure of herself because of inexperience yet determined to give this dangerous man just as much pleasure as he had already given her, Helen began weaving back and forth, dragging her butter-soft lips over the ridge of the crown and down the shaft, savoring the pulsing power that she caressed with her lips and tongue.

She heard him groan, and Helen thought with escalating pride and confidence, I’m good at this. I’ve never done this before, but I’m good at it.

With her sexual confidence heightening pleasantly, Helen used her hand on Jared, her fingers sometimes tightening securely around the throbbing shaft and at other times touching him so softly the contact was feathery. She felt him throbbing with virility. Everything about Jared was strong and powerful, certainly dangerous, even deadly. But however deadly Jared was with others, he was not that way toward her. To Helen, he had shown only tenderness, surprising gentleness, even a protective compassion that Helen knew she had not really earned.

All of this made her want to give him pleasure.

* * * *

Jared released the hold he had on Helen’s hair, standing straight again. He watched the voluptuous woman on her knees, his piercing gaze taking in each individual feature to be memorized and enjoyed at a later date. He could tell that she had not much experience in fellatio, if, in fact, she had any experience at all. But the artlessness of her actions only heightened his excitement. Her mouth was warm and wet on him, her tongue in constant motion, just as he liked. When she nibbled on him, using her teeth lightly against his solid flesh, he could tell that she was experimenting, searching for new ways to give him pleasure. Nearly mesmerized by Helen’s debut performance, he watched how her cheeks hollowed when she drew a tantalizing suction on his cock. And lower still, he saw the extravagantly plump mounds of her breasts swaying slowly as she nodded to and fro.

Jared tended to consume women, and for the past decade and a half had known many, many of them. Almost without exception, they were quite wealthy, sexually promiscuous, and generally from a family listed on the social register. More critically, they were almost always slender and petite, with trim hips and small, firm breasts, their femininity understated even if their desire for sexual delights was overstated. Helen was the antithesis of what he had always considered necessary in a woman for him to truly desire her sexually.

He could not keep his hips still. He thrust at Helen, meeting her forward movement, driving his solid cock through her fist and into her warm, wet oral embrace. When Jared invaded too deeply, Helen’s head snapped back, and she looked up fearfully into his eyes for only a moment before resuming the fellatio.

“You are magnificent,” Jared said, the three words having to be forced out through clenched teeth. A shiver went through his powerful body. “So magnificent that I need more.” He reached down and grabbed Helen firmly by her upper arms. When he spoke, his tone was both lustful and demanding. “I want all of you. Everything. You can’t hold anything back.” He literally hauled her to her feet. “I won’t let you. I want everything you have to give, or nothing at all.”

The physical comforts of the warehouse rooftop were definitely lacking, but nothing short of the searing fires of hell could have stopped Jared. Helen was looking around for something soft and comfortable, but Jared had other plans, and since he was infinitely more powerful than she, he had his way.

“Kiss me,” Jared demanded, pressing Helen against the wooden wall.

He brought his mouth down to hers. As he kissed her, Jared raised Helen’s left knee then positioned his lean hips between her tapering thighs. He thrust forward, pushing Helen backward against the wall. His erection slid against her thigh.

“Help me,” Jared hissed, his tone bordering on anger, his lips warm against Helen’s face.

She reached between their bodies, and when she curled her fingers around him again, his cock leapt as though grateful for the assistance. She guided him, and once he was moistened with the lubricating honey of her passion, Jared pushed forward, driving into Helen slowly but relentlessly.