Espino, Stacey - Hogtying the Cowgirl [Ride 'em Hard 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“I love myself fine. Why wouldn’t I? I could have any man in this town if I wanted.” A brat until the end.

“Then why are you alone, Angel? Why haven’t you hooked up with one of the gazillion men begging for your affections?”

She huffed. “Because I’m not a whore.”

He fiddled with the collar of her T-shirt, running his finger back and forth under between her skin and the cotton, barely holding on to his manners when she was so warm, so close, and so feisty. “But you’re not sugar and spice, either.” She didn’t swat his hand away so he took it as an invitation.

“Good. I’d much rather be piss and vinegar.” Angel almost whispered the words, her bravado faltering.

“I worried about you after you took off.” He trailed his finger up the side of her neck and traced her jawline. “But I figured you just needed to be alone for a while.”

She swallowed, the sound audible in the twilight hush. He lowered his head and kissed her temple. It was the first time he’d been brave enough to do even that. He rubbed his cheek against hers, so smooth and feminine. “My brothers will be here soon,” she murmured, not stopping him.

“I don’t care.” He took a deep breath at her neckline, his nose buried in her silky curtain of blonde hair. With only a few inches separating their bodies, he reached both hands down her back, and then cupped her ass, bringing her tight against him. His cock was harder than lead, straining against his zipper. She’d be able to feel it against her stomach, proof that he desired her for more than friendship.

“Did Clay tell you to come out here?”

“Nope, it’s all me. I’ve wanted you for longer than I can remember, Angel. Even first thing in the morning on the fields, late at night after a roundup, or when your temper spills over—you’re always beautiful to me.” She had a natural beauty unique to her—hair the color of wheat and honey, eyes as blue as the midday sun, and curves to make a man forget his own name.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’re my friend. I was afraid.” Now he was the one on the spot, feeling that tug of vulnerability. Would she accept him or reject him?

“But cowboys aren’t afraid of anything.”

He smirked and tweaked her nose. The playful gesture somehow ignited Angel’s desire, perhaps easing down her guards. They weren’t strangers to each other, and she had to know he’d never hurt her. She reached up on tiptoes and stole a kiss on his lips. Their first. Her advance crumbled his fragile self-control. He crushed his mouth to hers, heaving her up against the wooden planks so they were level, eye to eye. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arms around his neck. It all happened so fast, he didn’t have a chance to consider if it was the right thing to do, he just acted on impulse.

“Landon, I’ve never—” She spoke against his lips, the three little words warming his heart. He knew she was a virgin. With three older brothers and a gossip for an aunt, there was no way she’d be anything but untouched. He reveled in the idea of being her first, of claiming the woman he’d secretly coveted for years. She may not be every man’s cup of tea, but her feisty temper and guarded vulnerability attracted him more than any sweet, obliging cowgirl ever could.

“Trust me, Angel.”

“That’s hard for me, you know that.”

“Then I’ll teach you.” He laid a soft kiss over each of her closed eyes. “I’ll never hurt you.”

She began to tug at his flannel, so he used both arms to strip it off, her body secured to his hips and the wall. Her hands began their exploration, squeezing his muscles, running her fingers along the ridges of his six-pack. He wished there was more light so he could see her big, blue eyes. Watch her expressions as he taught her everything she didn’t know. How far would she let him take this? He wanted to fuck her hard and fast against the side of the barn.

“Unbuckle me,” he said, waiting for her reaction.

She smoothed her hands down his chest and began to pull the leather from the buckle. His breathing was heavy now, and he was past the point of no return. Just going slow and easy for her first time would be a challenge when he was so rearing to go. “My brothers take women out to the barn but never see them again. Is that going to be me, Landon?”

“You’re not a whore, Angel. You’re a cowgirl, so it’s only fitting I fuck you in the barn for your first time.”

* * * *

She always wondered if she’d be single forever, never being allowed to spread her wings, or not wanting to when she finally could. Relationships were scary, requiring a person to open up themselves, bare all. If she had to choose a man, it would be Landon. He knew her secrets, her family, her likes and dislikes—everything. She was just so used to being around cowboys twenty-four-seven that she grew used to ignoring those little flutters when a man took off his shirt or horsed around after a hard day’s work. Landon was one of her closest childhood friends but also one of the most tempting. His shaggy mop of dirty-blond hair was forever falling into those ocean-blue eyes. She couldn’t count the number of days she’d ogled him when he helped her brothers on the farm—his body hard, cut, and golden. But she’d grown proficient at displaying a blank slate of disinterest to hide her inner desires—and fears. Now she had him in her grasp, and he felt as good as he looked. She couldn’t seem to get enough, needing to feel every inch of his firm, masculine flesh. He even smelled like a man, a mix of the great outdoors and subtle musk from his cologne.

“I need you, Angel.” The need was apparent in his voice and in the rigid cock pressing mercilessly against her crotch. She had no plans on denying him but worried of what he’d think of her when it was all said and done.

“Then take me.”

He growled, a low sound of a man on the brink of going savage. The rumble of trucks rolling up along the gravel drive, sliced through their amorous fog. “Don’t move,” he said, holding her still when she tried to get on her feet. If her brothers caught her like this, they’d kill Landon and then her, in that order.

“But—”

“Darlin’, you told me to take you, and I plan to. No negotiations. You ain’t leaving me with a hard-on like this all night.”

“But—”

“Hush now. They won’t be coming out to the barn at this hour, and they can see all the livestock are tended to.” A few minutes later truck doors slammed shut, raucous laughter filled the dark yard, and the main door to the house banged shut shortly after, leaving them in silence once again. The spotlights flicked on, casting shadows up the center of the barn.

She could see Landon now—not the sweet cowboy she knew, but a man with a sinister edge, a dark desire she wasn’t sure she could handle. “Take your shirt off, Angel. I’ve been waiting to taste your beautiful tits since I reached puberty.”

Angel loved receiving orders, just as she’d loved it when Clay had taken control and spanked her. She’d always assumed she’d need to have control and power in a relationship for it to work. Giving another human being the authority to rule her body was something she knew she couldn’t handle—until she put it to the test. Now she craved more, needed to hand over the reins so she could just breathe and enjoy for once. In the course of a day, she finally understood the lure of a BDSM lifestyle, like the
Carsons
had with their woman. It was exhilarating to allow a man to define her, to trust them not to hurt her, and to know they’d still love and respect her when the night was through. She hoped to God she wasn’t wrong about Landon.

She tugged off her shirt, still surprised by the cowboy’s strength, holding her up as if she weighed ten pounds, not one hundred and thirty. “Now the bra.”

Her clit had a pulse to rival her heart rate. She found she was grinding against his denim, seeking friction and attention to her neglected parts. Angel released the front clasp of her cotton bra, her full breasts spilling out, kissing the cooler evening air. Her nipples instantly pebbled, hypersensitive and achy. She thrust her chest out as Landon descended, his thick lips parted. Holding his head in place, she had to stifle a moan when his hot mouth sucked in her nipple and areola. He teased with his tongue and suckled her like an infant, alternating from one breast to the other. Her body quivered when the new stubble on his cheek scraped her soft skin. She loved the feel of a real man, a hardcore cowboy, losing himself in her body.

“You have perfect tits, soft and sweet.” He rose up and licked the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. They kissed, their bodies pressed tight together, skin to skin. There was just enough light for her to savor every line and contour of Landon’s muscled frame, the dominance in his eyes, and their forbidden act. She lost herself to his taste, his thorough invasion. Angel never imagined kissing could be so sensual, so bonding. The kiss was love in a tangible form.

He lowered her to her feet, and she could barely stand, her knees weak. “Take off your jeans, darlin’. Take it all off for me.”

The mere idea of getting buck naked in her family barn with her brothers less than a minute away had adrenaline pumping through her veins. But she couldn’t say no, not with her body so pent up and ripe for the taking. She kicked off her boots and wriggled out of her Levi’s. She left her panties in place. Her breasts were already jiggling and on display for Landon, but to expose her pussy was more difficult.

He didn’t scold her or repeat for her to take them off. Rather, he squatted down in front of her, his cowboy boots creaking when he crouched low. He planted his nose right where her clit would be and inhaled deep, holding the sides of her hips for balance. Then his tongue snuck out and licked her through the thin material. She gasped. Angel had lived a sheltered life, and these naughty acts, though titillating, were still a shock.

“You’re all wet. Soaked right through.” He inched her undies down her hips, her pussy level with his face. He sucked air in between his teeth before giving her a little shove against the wooden boards. “Give me your leg.” Landon tossed one of her legs over his shoulder. She reached out and steadied herself on his head.

“Landon, what’re doing to me?”

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, Angel. Then I’m gonna fuck you.” His crude words didn’t shock her. She’d heard much worse just from living around cowboys every day. What shocked her was the words were directed at her. He was actually eager to put his face in her most intimate part, no abashment whatsoever. She, on the other hand, felt awkward and exposed.

“My brothers—”

“Hush.” He delved in, lapping his tongue along her moist folds all the way up to her clit. The contact sizzled, made her body hum and spark as if coming alive for the first time. She held her breath, only breathing in gasps like a fish out of water. The longer he suckled and licked, the more her insecurities fizzled away. She no longer cared if they were found, or what she looked like, or what would happen tomorrow when the lust had faded. There was only the here and now—Landon’s tongue in her cunt and the cool breeze caressing her bare breasts. It was exhilarating.

Chapter Seven

He pulled away from her pussy and licked his lips. She was everything he’d imagined and more. Landon had a wicked oral fixation, but with no steady girlfriend, he had to suppress his desires. He didn’t want his mouth on a loose woman who’d been with half his friends. But Angel was pure, clean, and delicious. He could stay between her legs all day, bringing her to peak after peak and never grow tired of it. Her blonde curls were neatly kept, her pussy lips swollen and throbbing.

Today he wanted to experience everything. His cock was painfully pent up, so he had to break free. He wanted to indulge in her body, feel her hug his length as he claimed Angel as his. Landon had no intention of using her and leaving. She was his heart, their parents were close, and her brothers were some of his best friends.

“It’s time. Come here.”

She tentatively laid a hand on his shoulders. He hooked a hand around each thigh and hoisted her up against the planks. He managed to unzip his Wranglers and free his dick while keeping her locked in place. She was dripping wet, her eyes unfocused from being so close to the edge and not allowed to go over. He wanted her to come around his cock, to milk him, to feel their first union simultaneously.

“Landon, I–I…”

He ignored her, too focused on working his cock between her legs. While holding the root of his erection, he eased an inch inside her tight walls. She was scared, holding her breath and digging her nails into his shoulders. “Shhh, relax. I won’t hurt you. I’m going nice and easy, sweetheart.” He’d never been with a virgin before. They were a rare commodity around these parts. She was tight, similar to an asshole, not the loose pussies he’d known. He relished the tight grip her cunt had on him. Every movement felt magnified, intense enough that he had to hold back his own moans of pleasure.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, burying her face against his neck. He could feel her warm breath, the light brush of her lips, and hear the soft grunts she made as he penetrated her.