The Cowboy and the Cougar (2 page)

Chapter Two

The cowboy had her in his arms before they were five feet into the room. He took her hand, drew her close and pressed his body into hers. Holly slid her fingers up the soft cotton of his shirt, grabbed the collar, and released the snaps one by one. She wanted to hurry, to rip the damn thing off him. But she’d tease a little. Take her time. He smiled—damn, he was gorgeous—as she pulled the shirt from his waistband and pushed it off his broad and beefy shoulders. It landed on the floor with a soft swoosh.

Cowboy trailed one finger over her breasts snug in her green polo shirt. Her nipples tightened when he grazed them.

"Fair is fair, sugar. You need to take this off." He pulled her shirt over her head and his calloused fingertips skimmed the sensitive bare skin of her belly. She shivered as white heat spread to her limbs. Soon her shirt joined his on the floor.

His chocolate gaze dropped to her breasts. Swollen and ripe, they fought against the lace of her bra. Instead of touching them—to her disappointment—he merely looked and then pulled her into his embrace. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass.

She slid her hands over the hard planes of his chest, through the soft smattering of dark hair, up his sleek golden shoulders and into his soft, dark waves. She sifted the silky strands through her fingers and thought she’d never felt anything quite so soft, so heavenly.

His lips lowered to hers. So close, they were, but he didn’t kiss her. Not even a centimeter separated them, but he didn’t bridge the gap.

The fact that he didn’t was incredibly erotic. She’d already kissed him in the elevator, but at this moment, she wanted to kiss him more than she wanted her next breath. His long, thick fingers caressed her neck, sending shudders through her which landed between her legs. She tried to press closer, to spear him with her painfully hard nipples. Still he tantalized her, warming her lips with his soft breath.

His fingers trailed from her neck down her shoulder and eased down one strap of her bra. She closed her eyes as the air hit her turgid nipple. Cowboy moaned and cupped her naked breast, then squeezed, and her nipple hardened even further. Her sex wept. Damn, if he didn’t kiss her soon, or touch her nipple...really, it didn’t have to be much. A little pinch to the hard bud and she’d explode on the spot. She withdrew from his hypnotic stare and kissed his sculpted shoulder. His skin was warm and slightly salty. Very, very masculine.

She turned in his arms, her back to his chest, and he squeezed her breast again. His other hand slithered down her smooth belly and under the waistband of her stretch capris. Into her panties he went and his long warm fingers sifted through her pubic curls.

She shuddered when he reached her clit. Slowly, methodically, he stroked her moist folds.

"Mmm, wet sugar," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, unable to speak. His caresses made her blood boil. She squeezed his sinewy arms, his massive shoulders, then turned her head and bit his hard flesh.

His groan was her reward.

Enough of him being in control. As much as Holly was enjoying his ministrations, she needed to take charge. If he wouldn’t kiss her, wouldn’t suck her nipple, she’d show him what a tease she could be.

She turned in his arms and dropped to her knees. Her hands trembling, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. His hands fisted in her long dark hair, but she proceeded slowly, methodically. She’d tease him like he’d teased her.

She grasped the rough denim and pushed it down over his lean, sculpted hips.

Before her stood the most amazing cock she’d ever seen. Long, thick, and golden, it sprang from a thick nest of black curls. So much for teasing. That delicious-looking cock was going in her mouth.

She looked up at him. His eyes pierced her with scalding flames. She smiled and met his gaze. God, he was beautiful. She traced lacy patterns on his thighs and continued to stare at his massive erection. His muscle, his skin, felt glorious to her touch.

"Damn," she said under her breath.

"Hmm? What is it, sugar?"

Had he heard her? Warmth crept to her cheeks, but she steadied herself. Why be embarrassed now? She was staring at his naked cock. Time for embarrassment had definitely gone out the window.

"I’m thinking, Cowboy—" She reached upward and pressed her hands to his gorgeous chest, then scraped her fingernails downward. He sucked in his breath. "—that I’d really like to suck this beautiful cock."

His groan vibrated against the palms of her hands. Good, good. Right where she wanted him.

"Please," he said. "God, please suck it."

Holly leaned forward and took just the head between her lips. Mmm. Delicious, just as she’d expected. A drop of salty pre-cum tantalized her tongue, reminding her of the olives in her martini. She loved olives.

And she loved this cowboy’s cock.

He pushed forward and tried to nudge his way farther into her mouth, but she held fast, enjoying the feel of his sensitive head against her lips and tongue. She slurped a little, then drew back and rained tiny kisses to the tip. Mmm.

"Damn, sugar." He bent forward and smashed his mouth to hers in a kiss so raw and untamed, she nearly forgot who she was. His tongue tangled with hers, exploring, possessing.

When he ripped his mouth away, she inhaled a needed breath, and he grabbed her hair and forced her back onto his cock.

"Suck me. Please."

He didn’t have to say please. She took him deeply this time, let his knob graze the back of her throat. Then she inched back, let it drop from her mouth and licked the underside, relishing his moans. He still held her by the hair which—she wasn’t sure why—turned her on even more. When she took him in her mouth again, his face twisted into a grimace. She hummed softly, knowing the vibration from her voice would tease him.

"God! If you don’t stop that I’m going to come."

Holly backed off. No way. No coming until she’d gotten what she came for—a night of hot, heart-stopping sex. "So good I can’t remember my own name" sex. That’s what she needed right now.

To forget her own name.

To forget everything.

Cowboy gathered Holly into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and quickly disposed of her bra. His eyes widened.

"Damn, sugar, you’ve got beautiful breasts." He pinched a nipple. She sucked in a breath. "Gorgeous nipples, too. Perfect."

Holly had always been self-conscious of her nipples. Resembling pencil erasers and surrounded by silver-dollar areolas, they were too big. At least, that’s what she’d always thought. The lecherous look in Cowboy’s smoking eyes eased her and drove that thought from her lust-filled mind.

When he finally tore his gaze from her chest, he removed her shoes and tugged off her pants. He inhaled sharply.

Was it the thong? Holly didn’t normally wear thongs, but this red lace number had been lounging in the back of her underwear drawer for far too long. She’d wanted to feel sexy and desirable this evening.

Able to conquer the world...by wearing crimson butt-floss?

Yeah, it was a sham, but what the heck? She’d worn the thong to accent the freshly trimmed black curls which peeked through the lace.

Clearly Cowboy appreciated the gesture. His dark eyes burned.

"Sugar, you are one sexy lady." He didn’t remove the thong. Instead, he spread her legs, positioned himself between them, and grasped the triangle of red satin. When he yanked it toward her navel, she shuddered. The red string rubbed against her clit and moisture dribbled from her, wetting the insides of her thighs. She groaned.

"Yeah, sugar, that’s it," he said, continuing to slide the string through her wet lips. "Saturate this thong and I’ll suck the string. Then I’m gonna suck you."

Moisture gushed out of her. She knew she was pink and swollen. Her sex cried out for his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his cock. She wanted it all buried deep inside her.

He buried his face between her legs. "God, you smell good." He tugged on the string again and her clit pulsed. When he moved the string over to the side and his fingers grazed her engorged lips, tingles erupted on her skin and her belly fluttered. "I’m gonna suck you now, sugar." His voice had deepened. "I’m gonna eat all that sweet cream out of you and you’re gonna come all over my face."

Sounded good to Holly. She smiled and closed her eyes, but his firm fingers encircled hers.

"No. Watch me." His eyes had darkened to a soft onyx. He was beautiful. Holly didn’t often think of men as beautiful, but this cowboy was.

Hot, sexy and beautiful.

She pinned her gaze to his as his pink tongue snaked over his full bottom lip—a lip that widened into a sexy smile. He flicked that gorgeous tongue over her clit and she nearly imploded. Oh, this was going to be one hot night.

His dark hair fell around his golden shoulders and tickled her sensitive inner thighs. She reached forward and sank her fingers into the thick locks. Had she ever felt anything finer? Fine as Persian silk. His lips curled around her clit and he sucked.

Then she did implode. The climax hit her like a lightning bolt, careening into her, humming through her veins and settling between her legs. He licked her relentlessly as the spasms rocked her body. She fisted her hands in his gorgeous hair and pushed his face farther into her wetness.

When the pulsating began to subside, she let her head sink into the soft mattress. He’d climb up to her soon. Hopefully he’d kiss her, sink his tongue into her mouth so she could taste her own sex mingled with his spicy maleness, and then stuff that beautiful cock inside her.

Instead, he grinned, his chin and lips shiny with her wetness. He ripped the thong off her—who needed it anyway?—and clamped his mouth to her folds again.

"Ah..." The soft gasp left her lips in a whisper. She was near climax again.

"Mmm. You’re so wet, sugar."

Holly released his hair and slid her hands up her soft tummy to her breasts. She cupped them, squeezed them, and plucked at her tight nipples.

When he pushed her thighs forward, exposing even more of her, she twisted her nipples and icy sparks speared through her. One more lick to her clit—pow! She came again, this time with the force of a stampede. Her skin tingled, her heart raced. She moaned. She sighed. She squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts as she came down from the climactic high.

"Mmm," he said, two fingers gently gliding in and out of her heat. "Good, sugar?"

"God. So good."

His fingers slipped from her—oh, the loss!—and he slid forward. He licked her wet curls and circled her navel. He licked her belly, the valley between her breasts. The feel of it was sweet as blueberry syrup.

She sank her hands into his soft hair again. He kissed first one nipple, then the other. He circled the areola and sucked the tight bud between his lips.

"God, I love your nipples."

She shivered, tingled, gasped for air. When he released the nipple, she sighed, but then his lips were on her neck, licking, nipping.

He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and thrust into her.

She widened her eyes. "Condom?"

"Already on," he rasped.

"When?"

"When you...were coming. Ah, God." He pulled out and thrust in again.

Holly dug her heels into his broad shoulders as he fucked her. He fucked her slow. He fucked her fast. He leaned down and kissed her hard nipples. His lips trailed over her cheeks, her neck. Still he fucked her, and damn, it felt so good, so right.

She grabbed his chiseled cheeks and pulled him to her for a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, dueled, and his soft groans chorused through her like a concerto.

When she broke the kiss to take a breath, he flipped her onto her hands and knees and plunged into her from behind.
Ah, the steely hardness of him filling her, the warmth of his strong hands on her hips.
He thrust deep inside her and she slid one hand backward and grasped his sinewy forearm. The flesh was so taut she could feel the lines of his muscles. His fingers found her clit and she shattered again, thrusting backward onto him.

"Yeah, sugar, yeah." He rubbed her to completion. "Come for me. Ah, so good."

When her spasms subsided, she leaned forward. He pounded into her once more, holding himself deep inside her. Each pulse of his cock spiraled against her sensitive tissues.

When he released her, she fell forward and collapsed on the fluffy comforter.

Within a few minutes he lay next to her, pushing moist strands of dark hair out of her eyes. His gaze burned into hers.

"Wow," was all he said.

"Double wow," she agreed.

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Up for an encore?"

She giggled.

When was the last time she had giggled?

"Are you?"

His laugh was husky. "In a few minutes. There is that jacuzzi to consider." He turned onto his back and covered his forehead with his arm.