Cowboy Rescue [Men for Hire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“I’m hungry.” He grinned at her confusion, then ran his hands down her legs as he dipped lower.

She swallowed, then leaned back to grip the edge of the counter. Not once had she ever had a man do…
that
!

His mouth against her pussy had her dragging in a breath, holding it, then blowing it out as he let go, pulled her folds apart, then pressed his mouth to her again. She widened her legs and took one of her breasts in her hand as she watched his dark head bob up and down with his licks.

He flicked his tongue over her clit as he massaged the tender skin around it. Her body tensed, readying for a climax, but she tried to hold on, drawing out the delicious torture. He shoved one, then two fingers into her pussy as his tongue flattened against her clit. Answering to her own primal call, she worked her hips forward and back, pushing against him, urging him to eat her alive.

Her whimpers turned into pleas. “Oh, yeah. Please. Oh, God, that feels so good.”

The lapping sounds as he drank her juices made her sizzle with need. He reached up and took her other tit and rubbed his thumb over it. She laid her head back, putting her weight on her hands, and cried out as her body stiffened with the rush of release. Her body trembled as the climax overtook her, ridding her of her juices as well as her strength.

He slid up her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Fondling her breast, he rubbed her juices over her flesh then bent to snake his tongue and drink it up.

“Mike.”

He glanced up and held her with his intense look. “I’m not done.”

With that, he pulled her toward him, her butt halfway over the edge. Taking hold of her butt cheeks, he slammed his cock into her pussy. His cock drove to the end of her, filling her completely.

Holding her shoulder, he pushed her so that she leaned on her elbows. With a face set with determination mixed with unrestrained lust, he shoved into her again, each thrust harder than the last. She watched him, saw the burning need in his eyes, and knew he saw the same in hers.

She reached behind her, searching for what she knew lay next to the sink. Her fingers closed over the spatula, and she brought it to her. Her arm arced in a circle to land the flat plastic part of the spatula on his side.

Mike jerked up, saw the spatula, and laughed. “So you like to spank, huh?”

Maria flicked it against his arm for her answer.

“Do you like to get spanked?”

She told him the truth. “I don’t know. But I’d like to find out.”

He pulled her over onto her side, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from her. Taking the spatula out of her hand, he whacked it against her butt. The sting was sharp and more painful than she’d expected. But what was more unexpected was the wonderful, sinful sensation it gave her. She let out a small moan and reached for him, but he held her down.

“Tell me, Maria. Have you been a bad, bad girl?” He spanked her again, hitting a little harder.

She cried out, keeping her body upright by leaning on one elbow as she grabbed hold of his arm for leverage. “Not as bad as I’d like to be.”

He laughed and added another spanking to her butt cheek. “Then, darlin’, be as bad as you want.”

“I don’t know how.”

He paused, his hand in midair. “Now that is a damn shame. But it doesn’t mean you can’t learn. You’ll be the student and I’ll be your teacher. Let’s start the lessons with an easy one. Come on, darlin’, talk dirty to me.”

She opened her mouth. “I’m not sure how to do that, either.”

“Just tell me what you want to do to me.” He slid the hand still holding the spatula along her back to grab her hair. He yanked it hard.

She whimpered, but it was a whimper of delight. “I want to fuck you. I want you to shove your big dick deep inside my pussy.”

“Go on.” He leaned forward and slid his hand between her legs.

His fingers found her clit and massaged her, working the massive muscles in his arm. “I want you to put your mouth down there again. I’ve never had anyone do that before.”

He paused, his jaw dropping. “You’re kidding. I guess the men you’ve dated didn’t know how to treat a woman.” He rubbed her clit harder and tightened his hold on her hair. “Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

He flipped her back onto her butt again and pushed her legs wide. “Don’t come again until I tell you.”

She gasped as he put his head between her legs and drew her clit in between his teeth. He pushed two fingers into her pussy as she leaned back on her hands and spread her legs even wider.

If he’d said he could do magic with his tongue, she would’ve believed him. His tongue alone was an instrument of wonder as he licked her, then sucked her clit in again before thrusting his fingers deep inside her.

“Ooh, Mike. I can’t…”

Her words were lost as the climax ripped into her. The sounds of him drinking her juices overwhelmed her, and she rode her body’s shudders to the end.

He straightened up and wiped his mouth. With a wicked grin, he brought the spatula down on her leg. She squealed and jumped.

“I didn’t tell you to come.”

She nodded, but couldn’t speak anything but his name. “Mike.”

Now it was his turn not to talk. He stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust and a quality that reminded her of a wild animal.

With a groan, he tugged her close and shoved his cock into her pussy again. Amazing her, his cock seemed to get even bigger as he pounded into her. He dropped the spatula as his fingers dug into the flesh of her butt cheeks. She rocked over the tiles that were warm now with her juices.

Once, twice, three times more, he thrust into her as the storm of another climax brewed inside her. Then, when she couldn’t hold back the whirlwind any longer, he stiffened, the body that had reminded her of granite growing as still as an unmovable stone wall.

With a roar that echoed around her small apartment, he ground into her one last time and let his release go. Her orgasm met his, her juices mixing with his cum, as their bodies shuddered together.

His body trembled, jerking through the last vestiges of his climax. Yanking his jeans up, he then pulled her into his arms. She clung to him as he carried her toward the hallway.

“Which one?”

She swept the hair out of her face and pointed to her bedroom door. He banged it open, yet, instead of taking her to her bed, he stalked to the bathroom and put her down outside the shower.

“You’re a dirty girl.”

She felt the blood drain from her face. Did he think she was a slut? “Mike, I never do this kind of thing. Not that I’m a virgin or anything, but…” Had she gone too far? But hadn’t she only done what he’d wanted her to?

He reached in and flipped on the water, tested the temperature, then turned and placed his wet finger on her lips. “Take it easy, darlin’. I’m just playing around. I’m pretending we need an excuse to take a shower together. Go on. Get in.”

She did as he tugged his shirt over his head, then kicked off his well-worn boots, shoved them to the floor, and stepped out of them.

She’d been right. His cock was bigger than any she’d ever seen.

He came into the shower as she backed into the spray. Taking her wrists in one of his large hands, he snaked the hand towel that was hanging over the rod around her wrists and tied her hands together. She tried to break free of the restraint, but couldn’t.

“Easy. You’re safe with me.”

He took the washcloth that rested on the shower seat then poured a dab of the shower gel onto the rag. Rubbing the cloth to produce soapsuds, he pressed it to her chest and began washing her. He moved in slow, sensual circles, first cleaning her shoulders then moving his hand down to ease around her breasts. He soaped her nipples one by one, watching as the spray slid his handiwork down over her the tips to drip to the tile below.

“You’re beautiful.”

“And you’re hot as hell.” She bit her lower lip. “Did I say that out loud?”

He laughed and nuzzled her neck. “You sure did. And, babe, you don’t ever have to hold back. You can say anything you want. Feel free to be yourself. Your real self.”

She did. She was tied up in the shower with a man she barely knew, but at that moment, she felt freer than at any time in her life. Free, liberated, and…safe.

“You’re incredible.” He scanned her as though taking her in again. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Jerking on the towel, she easily slid out of its hold. She took him by the arms, drawing his attention away from her breasts even as her movement pushed her breasts together. “You don’t have to say anything like that. I know this is just a one-time thing, and it’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay. She’d never had a one-night stand before, but he hadn’t made any promises, and she didn’t want him to start now after they’d already had sex. She’d made the decision to do what they’d done, and he wasn’t to blame.

“Is that what you want this to be? A one-night stand?”

He looked so earnest, so truly surprised, that she almost believed he wanted more than one time together. But how could it be anything more than that? A man like him, a man who could have any woman in the world with one crook of his finger, couldn’t fall for her.

“Hey.” She smiled, hoping she could change the subject. Once they found the man who was bothering her, he and his brothers would leave and she’d be left all alone again. “Were you just planning on washing me?” She added a seductive look. “And nothing else?”

He gave her another of his groan-growls. “I was going to wash you first. Then take you from behind.” He tilted his head at her. “Have you had it from behind before?”

“No. But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.”

“Good.” He slid the washcloth between her legs as he pulled her closer. Soaping her with long, tantalizing strokes, he feathered kisses on her cheeks then her neck and onto her mouth. Then, flashing her one of his wicked grins, he turned her around, lifted her arms, and let her flatten her hands against the shower wall.

He washed her back, then bent over her to slide the cloth around her breasts again. If his moves hadn’t turned her on so much, she would’ve relaxed under the soapy massage. She closed her eyes and let him wash down her legs and back up, then rub her shoulders again. Her wet hair streamed in front of her, and she drew in long, slow breaths.

The sensation of his fingers skimming around her anus made her jump. “Easy, darlin’. I just want to make sure you’re ready for this.”

“Are you?”

He chuckled. “Hell, yeah. I’ll always be ready for you.”

He eased his fingertips into her anus. She tried not to tense up and took a deep breath, telling herself to relax.

He worked her, taking it easy, then pushing his fingers into her dark hole. The tight ring of muscles clamped around him, earning her a growl.

“Ready?”

She mewled, giving him the only answer she could in the only way she could.

He moved his body closer, his hips pushing against the rounded curves of her butt. Removing his fingers, he pressed the tip of his huge cock against her hole and eased it inside.

She gasped. If that was only the first of him, could she handle the rest of him?

Resting his hand on her shoulder and massaging it, he took hold of her hip and moved his cock inside her.

She cried out then pushed back to keep him from pulling out all the way. “No. Don’t stop.”

The pain had hit her unexpectedly, but that soon changed into something between ache and ecstasy. He pumped into her, taking it slowly at first then picking up speed.

She craned her neck around to look at him, and the lust on his face made her tremble with need. Her breasts bounced as she dipped her head and let the sensation of his huge cock spreading her butt hole wide rip through her.

The slap of his hand against her rump had her lifting her head and turning around to question him. He ground out his words through gritted teeth as he rammed into her again. “Want me to stop…spanking? Or would you rather I use the flipper thingy again.”

“The spatula? Hell, no. I like the feel of your hand even better.”

He grinned then slapped her on the butt cheek again, then added another one to her other butt cheek. “Shit, but you’re amazing. That’s right. Lean into it. Aw, hell, I’m not going to last as long as—” He roared his release, cutting off his sentence.

She pushed back against him, feeling his balls against her lower butt. Wiggling her ass prompted him to reach between her legs and rub her clit, sending her into an instant climax. As they’d done before, they rode their orgasms together.

Spent, he wrapped his arms around her, and they leaned against the wall. Warm water coursed over them, rinsing their bodies of their orgasms. But she knew nothing would ever take away the memory of their time in her shower.

Mike helped her out of the shower, then handed her a towel as he took another. He pressed a light kiss at the corner of her mouth. “I’m hungry.”

Her eyes widened, and she dropped her gaze to his cock and back up. “Again? Already?”

“A man can never have too much of a good thing.”

Just as she was about to take hold of his shoulders, he jerked them above her head and retied her hands with the towel looped over the shower rod.

“What are you going to do now?”

“This.”

He sat down, one leg in the tub and one on the outside. Positioning himself between her legs, he pressed his mouth to her pussy and licked away.

She almost fell as the lust whipped through her. They’d told her the truth. They had voracious appetites.

He ate her, sucking on her clit then thrusting two fingers into her pussy. Whenever she was about to lose her footing, he wrapped one arm around her and kept her standing. But not once did he stop feasting on her pussy.

Her body trembled as he ate on her, licking, sucking, nibbling until she could stand no more. Another orgasm raced outward, a tsunami compared to the previous thunderstorms. She cried out, calling his name not once but twice. As her body shuddered her release to completion, he stood and drew her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest until she could breathe normally again.