6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
T yler kept an eye on Becca as he saddled his stallion. She was eyeing the horse and he understood. Thunder was a big horse, but gentle as a gelding. Which was a good thing since they were riding tandem and she was a total novice rider.
All that talk about expectations… What man would expect a woman to do something she wasn’t comfortable with? An insecure one or an idiot. I hope she’s not still worrying about me forcing her into anything. He’d make sure to reinforce that she was in control.
Becca was perfect the way she was. Even in college, she’d been a willing and open lover. Admittedly, their sex wasn’t too adventurous, mainly different positions, him pinning her arms over her head, a little playful spanking.
But nothing like what they were going to do here.
He’d learned a lot over the years they’d been apart, and the anticipation of exploration excited him.
Becca shifted from one foot to the other. Was she nervous? Or aroused? Probably a bit of both. “Since we don’t have time for a full riding lesson today, we’re going to ride tandem.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
He smiled. “We’ll ride the same horse.”
Her cheeks turned pink.
“I know a place where we can sit and talk.”
“Haven’t we talked enough?” Her exasperation made him chuckle.
“That’s usually a man’s response, but no, we haven’t.” He motioned her over to him. Once she was by his side, he maneuvered her into position. “Put your left foot into the stirrup.”
He waited while she complied.
“When I say lift, push yourself up and, throw your right leg over the saddle. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”
“Sure. Sounds easy.” There was a note of doubt in her voice.
“One, two, three, up .” Damn, she was light. He’d observed this yesterday, but today it seemed even more evident. He would make sure she ate well while she was here.
He smiled to himself. She’ll need her energy for what I have planned.
“Great job,” he said as she shifted in the saddle. He slid her foot from the stirrup, and she made a little cry. “Easy.” He gripped her leg. “I need the stirrup to climb up behind you.”
He mounted behind her in one quick motion. Her fingers clenched the saddle horn when the horse shifted beneath them. “It’s okay,” he said, lifting the reins.
“Are you talking to me or the horse?” Her voice sounded unsteady.
“Both.” He adjusted in the saddle. Because many couples liked riding double, they had custom-made saddles that would fit two people comfortably, and several horses sturdy enough to carry two people.
Becca’s ass rubbed against his groin, and his cock jumped. Tyler closed his eyes and fought for self-control, something that had never been an issue before. His arms tightened around Becca.
“Is this a good idea?”
“The best.” Maybe the best torture. “Lean back against me.” Her back felt warm against his chest. He wanted to hold her, touch her, make her come screaming his name. Now was not the time for that. Soon, though. Very soon.
Tyler clicked his tongue, and Becca made a noise and stiffened when the horse began to walk. He moved so that his lips barely brushed her ear, glad her hair was up. Maybe later, he’d let it down.
“I won’t let you fall,” he whispered. “Feel the horse beneath you, the way he moves, and allow your body to sway with him in a delicate dance.”
Her ass wiggled as she tried to follow the horse’s gait. His cock was happy dancing within his jeans, hoping to be released so it could sink into Becca’s warm pussy.
Not now. Anticipation was part of the game. Based on what she’d told him, he was already working out a schedule in his mind for what classes she would attend.
How surprised would she be when she attended the toy lecture and found out he was the instructor? He already knew what toys he wanted to use to make her skin flush, to tantalize, to arouse, to make her come, and to make her scream with pleasure. He turned the horse toward the trail.
“It’s beautiful out here,” she said, bringing him back to the present.
“Yes.” The horse knew the trail well and followed it with little direction from him, which was a good thing since all he could concentrate on was Becca. “Jared and I bought the land a little over five years ago.”
“Why an adult ranch?”
“It didn’t start out that way.” He nudged the horse to take the right trail at the fork so they would enter a more heavily wooded area of the ranch. “We originally planned a normal dude ranch, until Jared attended a conference in San Francisco.”
“What kind of conference?” Her body now moved with the horse as she relaxed.
Oh boy, how will she react to this?
He cleared his throat. “A therapy conference.”
“As in physical therapy?”
“No. Jared is a licensed sexual psychologist.”
“Oh. That’s… interesting.”
He smiled. Everyone reacted differently to hearing about Jared’s specialty. “At the conference, Jared realized there was no place for couples to explore their sexual side. When he returned to the ranch, he proposed the idea.”
“Aren’t there clubs or such for people to explore their kinky side?”
“There are, but we wanted something more intimate.”
“I have a feeling you took to it like a surfer to water.”
His tension eased at her playful tone. “Naturally. Do you remember my major at State?”
“Partying,” she said without hesitation.
Tyler chuckled. “You aren’t wrong there.” He did like to party and that was how he met Becca. “My other major was human development.”
“That’s right. Human development with a heavy dose of sex thrown into the mix.”
Her banter made him realize how much he missed companionship with a woman who both challenged him and wouldn’t take him to task about his job, his life, or his sexuality.
“Hey, I like sex, and you do too. Right?”
“Nothing wrong with that.” Her butt wiggled against his hard cock.
“Behave, or you might get a ride on my horse you weren’t expecting.”
She gasped and stilled. “Continue with your story.”
It took Tyler a minute to remember what they were talking about. “We decided to create a place where consenting adults could explore their sexuality in a safe environment. It took us almost two years to build the place and hire the right people. Plus, we had to be careful how we advertised.”
“You don’t want the locals or the police interfering with your business.”
“Partially, but we didn’t want people to think they were coming here just for sex. We have all the proper permits. Quick Silver Ranch is a place to explore and discover, not just to fuck your brains out.”
“Oh, darn. I was looking forward to fucking like bunnies.”
Her laughter made him grin. “For you, I’ll make an exception.” Hell, he’d do anything for Becca. The thought should scare him, but he realized how closed off he’d been in the last year. “Advertising wasn’t really something we had to worry about. With Jared’s connections in the psychology community, we had couples lining up. Word of mouth really does sell the product.”
“One of the couples last night said they’d been here before.”
“Yes. Repeat visitors are common. Gives people a chance to get away from the pressure of their lives, but also the freedom to explore sexual practices that some might consider taboo.”
“Like anal sex.”
“Yes, or a ménage, or some might even consider bondage unnatural. Here, we give the couples the freedom to try anything they want. We also give them instructions on how to be safe doing so.”
Tilting her head back, she glanced at him. “What happened to your degree in animal science that you went to Humboldt for?”
“I have that too. A degree in animal husbandry along with a degree in human development. I manage the horses and the grounds personnel; Jared manages the hospitality staff.”
Tyler guided the horse onto the smaller path, then into the clearing, where he brought them to a stop. Dismounting, he grimaced at the tightness of his jeans.
He reached up and put his hands on Becca’s waist. “Swing your leg over and slide down. I’ve got you.”
She followed his instructions, and he held her close when her feet touched the ground. He had her right where he wanted her—in his arms, against his body, and he wanted to lay her down here in this quiet meadow, strip her bare, and bury his dick inside her pussy.
The air brushing their naked skin, the sky filled with the cries of her passion.
Hold on, buddy. There was a lot of ground they needed to cover before he could even begin to think about having sex with Becca.
“Okay?” He needed to put some space between them before he lost all his good intentions. Not that he had any. One week. He only had one week with Becca. How serious could things get in a week?
“I’m fine.” She stepped out of his hold.
“Good.” He removed the leather hobble from the horse’s neck and gave him a good scritch behind the left ear before he secured the hobble below the knees of his front legs. After a gentle stroke from forehead to muzzle, he opened the saddlebags. He pulled out a blanket and a couple of small pillows. Tucking them under his arm, he captured her hand.
He scanned the area and determined the best place for them to sit—near the rocks that would serve as a nice backrest. He released her hand and dropped the pillows, then spread the blanket.
“Have a seat.” Tyler waved his hand.
She lowered herself onto the blanket, and Tyler slid to his knees. He reached up and brushed stray hair away from her face.
Becca flinched at his touch.
“Touching is an integral part of this week.” He skimmed his fingers over her hair and found the pins at the back of her head. He removed them.
Hair as soft as pure silk flowed over his hand when he removed the last of the pins. He resisted the urge to bury his face in its waves and inhale what he was sure was her unique fragrance. All woman.
“I know.” He smiled at the note of exasperation in her response. Probably from being sexually frustrated.
“You may not know it, but you’re far from relaxed. What is it? On the horse, you were bantering with me, wiggling against me. What’s changed?”
“I…” Her hand fluttered to her throat.
He didn’t have a clue why she was so nervous. Maybe he could make this a bit more pleasant for her.
“Let’s try this.” Maneuvering his body, he picked up a pillow and placed it against the rock. He sat back into the natural depression. “Come here.” He spread his legs and patted the ground between his thighs.
Becca stared at him but she slid between his thighs. Once again, her butt rested against his groin, her back against his chest, and her head resting on his shoulder. There was still tension in her body.
“That’s better.” He settled his arms around her waist but kept his touch light. “How much sexual experience have you had since we were together?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
He chuckled. There was the fire he was looking for. “I haven’t been a monk, but I’m not the hound dog you seem to think I am. It’s been a while since I’ve had a lover.” Not since nine months ago, when his fiancée decided her job was more important than he was.
“It’s been over two years for me.”
He sucked in a breath. “By choice?”
She tensed. “Not really.” She sighed and melted against him. “My ex had some issues and didn’t want to sleep with me before the wedding. Even so, we did come close one time, and he found my BOB and freaked out.”
“BOB?”
“Battery-Operated Boyfriend.”
Laughter spilled from Tyler. He couldn’t help it. “The man was an insecure idiot.”
“To say the least.”
“You said ex. What happened?” How bad had this man hurt her? And he wasn’t the one who tried to force her, if he freaked out over a vibrator.
“A few days ago, I found him in bed with my boss. Or should I say ex-boss. When I discovered them together, I broke off my engagement. And I quit my job but, thankfully, I already have a new job lined up. I’ll be head of catering at a large hotel.”
Her words set off mini bombs inside Tyler. How could any man cheat on her? Let alone not fuck her? Wait a minute . Trips to the ranch had to be booked months in advance, so that meant she was supposed to be here with the ex.
“If he was upset about the vibrator, why were the two of you coming here?”
“My best friend, Angie, purchased this visit as pre-wedding trip. She probably figured Alan would loosen up once we were here. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Alan didn’t want me , so this trip wouldn’t have made a bit of difference.” Her palms curved over the back of his hands where they rested on her belly.
“But you’re here alone?”
“Angie encouraged me to get away for the week. I was between jobs, and I didn’t want to be home if Alan came around trying to make excuses, so why not get away?”
“I’m glad you did.” He nudged her hair out of the way with his nose and gently blew in her ear, delighted when she shivered.
“I am too. That’s why I know I’m not on the rebound, because Alan wasn’t the right man for me. I knew that deep down, or I wouldn’t have been so damn calm when I caught him in bed with another man.”
“What the fuck!” The words were out of Tyler’s mouth before he could stop them.
“Yep. Surprised me too. But it explained why he didn’t want to have sex with me.”
Stunned, Tyler’s mind struggled to play catch-up when Becca shifted position and pulled him back to the present.
That was enough about the ex. “Would you like to hear what I have planned for the week?” He wanted her relaxed, and talking about the week would help.
“Yes, please.”
“Tomorrow, you’ll go to the Revitalizing Your Sex Life with Communication lecture. This is the only lecture I won’t be attending with you. The lecture will take up your morning, and afterward, I’ll meet you at your cabin for lunch.” Her swift intake of breath had him wondering what she was thinking.
“And what will we do in the afternoon?” she softly asked.
“Go over what you’ve learned. And other things.”
She relaxed once again. A good sign. “And the next day?.”
“Toy lecture.” He didn’t mention he was teaching that particular class. He wanted her to be surprised.
“I know about toys.”
“Is BOB your only experience with toys?”
“Yes.”
“There’s a lot more to learn. The lecture is in the morning, then in the afternoon we’ll review what you’ve learned and put things into practice.”
“I like the sound of that.” Her voice almost had a drowsy quality to it. She turned her head on his shoulder and smiled at him before kissing his chin.
His cock thickened, and her eyes lit up. He knew she felt his cock against her ass. Let’s see if… He shifted, rotating his hips.
“Feels good.” She pressed her ass against him, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose control. For moment, he almost said the hell with it but pulled himself back. “The next day will be the anal lecture.”
Her eyes closed, concealing her gaze from him, but her breathing increased.
“Then bondage. And Friday, your last class will be on ménages.”
Her cheeks filled with color. “You’ll be with me in all the classes but the first one, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She sighed, and the tension left her body as she rested against him, her hands settled against her sides.
“Tell me what you like.” He stroked her belly with light strokes through her clothing.
“Like?”
“Sexually. What turns you on? What makes you so hot you can’t wait to tear the clothes off your partner and have your wicked way with him?”
“What about you?”
Interesting. Every time she became uncomfortable, she tried to deflect by throwing the question back at him. “This is about you, not me.”
A puff of breath brushed over his skin. “I’m not sure what turns me on.”
What the hell? He almost blurted it out. The Becca he knew hadn’t been shy about telling him what turned her on. What else had changed in the last eight years?
“Are you aroused sitting here with my cock pressing against your ass?”
“Yes.”
“What about this?” He cupped her right breast and massaged it. Her nipple hardened beneath the fabric.
“Oh yes.” Her voice sounded softer and her breathing faster.
“And this?” His left hand slipped down, tracking the seam of her jeans over her pussy. Even through the denim her heat came through.
“Oh god, yes.” She shifted her hips.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He ached to lower the zipper on her jeans and plunge his fingers into her moistness, but he would wait. Today was for them to get reacquainted, for him to find out about her sexual experience or lack thereof.
“Tease.”
“I’m going to tease you without mercy this week.” His lips brushed against her temple. He would need all his patience to get through this.
***
Becca shifted closer to Tyler. Well, as much as she could. She wanted him. But it was more than just want and need.
Why am I hesitating? They’d been lovers, but she was aware they were different people than they had been eight years ago. Only Tyler could so easily bring out her sensual side. She needed to allow herself to explore and not think about the past.
His arms were around her waist, and his brief touches fueled the need in her body. Turning her head, she pressed her lips against his. For a minute, she thought he might stop her, then his arms tightened around her.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she opened to him. He teased her, dipping in and out of her mouth. She wanted to deepen the kiss, but the way he held her made it impossible. Instead, she lifted her arm and curled it around his neck, urging him to kiss her deeper, harder.
A moan escaped her when he broke the kiss off. “Talk to me. I want to know what you’re feeling.”
Ugh. Her mother taught her from earliest childhood not to reveal emotion. Even after Becca moved out and away from her mother, she still had trouble expressing her feelings to anyone.
“I don’t know if I can.” Her arm fell from around his neck into her lap, her fingers curling into her palms.
His hold on her waist tightened, then loosened. His right hand covered her breast. “What am I doing?”
“Caressing my breast.”
“What does it feel like?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Good.”
“I know you can do better than that, sweetheart.” When she didn’t answer, he continued. “Close your eyes and rest your head on my shoulder again. Talk to me, don’t censor yourself. There’s nothing you can say that will make me walk away from you.”
Becca wasn’t sure about that. She took a deep breath, laid her head back on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. She let her mind empty of all her negative thoughts and concentrated on Tyler’s hand on her breast, his arm around her waist, his breath against her skin.
Oh, my… Her nerves were alive and moving under her skin, coming alive and enjoying his touch. She hadn’t felt like this since…Tyler in college. “Your caress is tender, not too hard, but not too soft.” Shivers of excitement tingled along her spine. It had been so long. “Ohhhh.” The noise escaped her when he pinched her nipple. A surge of arousal hit her.
His lips brushed her temple. “If something I do hurts, or you don’t like it, let me know.”
“Okay.” She squirmed against him when he cupped left breast with his other hand. Lightning coursed through her body as he caressed, plucked, and played with her nipples. She wanted more. She wanted his bare skin against hers.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“I am.”
“No.” She shook her head trying to find the words. “Really touch me. I want your hands on my bare skin. I want to feel your fingers pinch my nipples.” Heat spread as she spoke. This was unexpected but welcome.
“Your wish is my command.” He slid his hands from her breasts to her abdomen and pushed up the hem of her shirt. “Lean forward for me, sweetheart.”
She did as he asked, and at the same time realized she usually objected to anyone calling her sweetheart.
But coming from Tyler, she liked it. He said it in a soft, sexy voice that made her toes curl. He slid her shirt up and over her head, discarding it on the blanket.
His fingers trailed up her spine, tracing a light path until he found the hooks on her bra. With deft movements, he released the hooks, and the bra joined her shirt on the blanket. The soft fabric of his shirt caressed her back as he settled her against his body.
His hands stilled against her belly. “Better?”
“Yes. The air is dancing over my skin.” Now that the words flowed from her, she wouldn’t stop them. “My nipples are getting hard, begging for your touch.”
“I see.” He traced her areola with the pad of his finger, sending heat coursing through her body. “You have beautiful breasts. So full, and your nipples… I can’t wait to put clamps on them.”
A zing of arousal flowed to her pussy, and moisture collected in her panties. “Clamps?” Why did the thought excite her?
“Would you like that?” He teased her with the tip of his nail, lightly scraping across her taut nipple.
“I’m not sure.”
Angie dragged her into an adult store once. There, Becca saw nipple clamps, but they looked more like torture devices than something for pleasure. She had tried out a set of nipple rings, and liked the feeling of them…
Until her then-boyfriend saw them and freaked out.
Tyler tweaked her nipple, bringing her attention back to the present. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“How did you know that?” Could she not keep a single secret from him?
“You tensed. What were you thinking about?”
Becca bit her lower lip. “My best friend, Angie, took me to an adult shop once.”
“When was that?”
“About four years ago. I bought a pair of nipple rings.”
“Did you wear them?”
“Yes. They were adjustable, sort of like a ring. I could squeeze them just enough they stayed on.” She shifted. Thinking about those rings was making her body ache.
“Did you like them?”
“They excited me, and I enjoyed them, until…” She shivered at the memory.
“Until what? What happened?”
“The man I was dating at the time saw them and called me depraved.”
“Asshole.” Tyler widened his touch to include her breasts and not just her nipple. “Nipple rings are a nice enhancement to what nature provided you. And since you’ve used them, clamps will be easier.” His lips touched her ear. “Think about having clamps on these hard buds.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper.
Her belly somersaulted with excitement at his words. He tweaked her nipples, and pure pleasure flowed through her as her breath caught in her throat. If he could do this with his touch, what would happen if they made love?
Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. While they were at an adult ranch and sex was on the table, it wouldn’t happen that fast.
Would it?
“With my clamps, there’s a small chain between them. It will hang down so I can tug it at will. And I will tug it as I lick your pussy until you come all over my mouth. Then I’ll do it again and again until you’re screaming with the pleasure only I can give you.”
Oh. Dear. God! His words, along with him tugging at her nipples, hyper focused her on the sensations coursing from her nipples all the way to her toes. Her clit pulsed with need at the feel of his hard cock pressed against her ass. His lips caressed her ear, and she moaned.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?”
“Fuck yes,” she breathed. She turned her head enough so she could capture his lips with hers. She needed to taste him. Their tongues tangled and dueled before parting, only to merge again.
All the while, he played with her nipples, and she rubbed her ass against his hard dick. Her panties were soaked, and she didn’t care. She wanted, no, needed more.
Tearing her mouth away, she said, “I want to touch you.” Was that her breathless voice?
His blue eyes darkened with desire before he dropped a soft kiss against her lips, and his mouth trailed up to her temple. “Later,” he whispered, one hand trailing from her breasts to the top of her jeans. “Unzip them for me.”
She fumbled with the button because her hand trembled. It finally came loose, and she lowered the zipper.
“Are you wet?”
Her gut clenched when his palm slid beneath her panties.
“You are.” His fingers slid between her pussy lips, stroking her ever so lightly.
“Tyler.” She shifted her hips, trying to get his fingers deeper or at least to touch her clit.
“What do you want?”
“You.” She sighed as he pressed a finger into her. “Please.” She was begging. It had been too long since a man aroused her this much.
“So soft. So wet.” Her clothing restricted his movements a bit, but he still managed to slip a second finger in. “I can feel you tightening around my fingers.”
“Feels so good.” It did, and she wanted it to last. “Too long. I—” An orgasm unexpectedly tore through her.
“That’s it, baby, let it go. Come for me. Let me feel your passion, your pleasure.”
His words fueled her pleasure as her body shuddered around his fingers. Her breathing was erratic even after her climax subsided, and she sagged against his body.
She panted out her next words. “I want you inside me.”
But he didn’t answer. Instead, he withdrew his fingers from her pulsing core, zipped, and fastened her jeans. Next, he urged her to sit up as he picked up her bra.
“Tyler? Why are you dressing me?”
“This is about anticipation.” He slipped her bra on and fastened it, followed by her shirt.
Becca shook her head. “To hell with anticipation!” But Tyler had already slipped out from behind her and was standing, and holding a hand out to her.
“I…” He pulled her to her feet and pressed his finger against her lips. She was about to protest when she heard the rustling of leaves and voices. Someone else was here. Is that why Tyler stopped?
He nudged her in the direction of the bushes, and she saw Peter and Maggie through the tall brush in another clearing. She remembered them from dinner. She didn’t notice a horse anywhere, they must have hiked out here.
They’d spread two blankets in the small clearing, and the couple laid naked, caressing each other. Becca averted her eyes. “We should go,” she whispered.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to watch another couple?” His voice was playful.
Swallowing hard, she kept her gaze on Tyler’s face. She’d never thought of herself as a voyeur, but the idea excited her.
“Yes, that’s it, baby.” Maggie’s voice carried through the air. “I want that big boy to fill me on the first thrust. Take me. Fill me with your come and don’t stop until I’m screaming.”
“I can’t,” she hissed. “They don’t even know we’re here. I feel like we’re violating consent.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please. This isn’t fair to them.” A duet of groans reached them.
Tyler slid his arms around her waist and slowly backed them away. “How would you like to have another person or couple watch us as I fuck you?” Tyler’s husky words sent a shiver of exhilaration through her bloodstream. “Their eyes on your body with your nipples hard and begging to be touched, my cock plunging in and out of your wet pussy. And they’re watching everything, every move, every stroke, knowing you’re mine .”
Her knees grew weak, and she barely held back a moan.
“Just think about it.” His arms disappeared, and she swayed for a moment before she found her balance. Tyler picked up the blanket and pillows in their area. He put them away before taking her hand and Thunder’s reins, and they walked away, putting space between them and the couple before mounting the horse.
It was bad enough she was aroused by Tyler, but the other couple’s words had stoked that fire even higher. The flames licked against her skin as Tyler’s cock pressed against her ass while they rode back to the stable.
What would happen if they were both naked on the back of the horse? If she leaned forward and reached back, could she direct his cock into her pussy? How would it feel to have him pumping in and out of her in time with the horse’s movement? Would he have the horse run so he could fuck her fast and hard or walk and make it slow and torturous?
Her body was burning up. At this rate, she was not only going to need a very cold shower, but a vibrator. Except she hadn’t packed one. Hell, this was an adult ranch. There had to be one she could buy and use.
“Your skin is flushed and your breathing is choppy. What are you thinking about?”
“You, me, naked on this horse.” The words came out before she could stop them.
“I take it you’re picturing us fucking?”
“Yes.” Becca swallowed, her head resting against Tyler’s shoulder, as she tried to control her thoughts. By the time they arrived at the stables, her body was on fire. She was so aroused the fabric of her bra irritated her nipples.
Tyler helped her down from the horse, and she clung to him. “Tyler.”
“Later, Becca.” He brushed a kiss over her lips.
“But—”
“I need to take care of the horse, and we both need to cool down. I’ll see you at dinner.”
He winked, turned, and led the horse away. Becca was about to call out to him when she noticed him reach around… Did he adjust himself? He was suffering as much as she was. But for some reason didn’t want to act on his desire.
So why is he waiting? Tyler must have his reasons. Not that she liked it, but she would accept it.
Without saying a word, she turned and made her way to her cabin. A cold shower would help cool her down, but only another good orgasm would calm her down. She hadn’t felt this aroused since college.
Since Tyler.