Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Mary Beth
S ince I arrived, I honestly wasn’t sure if the sexy cowboy was looking at me, or through me. I could never tell if it was contempt in his eyes or desire.
After all, with my cellphone, laptop and never before worn cowboy boots, I’m not the kind of girl that would attract a cowboy sprung directly from the screen of a John Wayne Western.
Still, I’ve watched him at every opportunity.
Moving on his horse.
Walking far away from the group with what I thought was indifference to the silly city folks.
Although I swear, a few times when I caught his eye, there was a spark. Like a predator watching prey. I sensed a wild hunger, and I felt like I might be dinner.
For a flash, those blue eyes would dart my way, then just as quickly they’d turn away. I pretended it was the animal in him pacing, waiting for the opportunity.
Those moments made me dizzy. Made me wet and unsteady.
Made me want things I didn’t know I wanted before I came here.
Now, his mouth is crushed to mine. The warmth of his greedy tongue spinning with my own as heat rises through my chilled body. I draw a sharp breath as his hand grips the back of my neck, his other sweeping under, gripping my ribs just under my breast.
A desperate groan escapes, and I’m sure my nipples are hard enough to cut glass. I’m wet, with goosebumps on my flesh, but I’m heating from the inside out. There’s a deep ache in my center, the same one that comes to me every time I look at him. Only this time it’s nearly unbearable. I fight off the orgasm building as he pulls back from our kiss, leaving me breathless.
My mind wanders back to the last thing I was looking at before the river took me.
That picture, showing something very large in his pants, has me spinning and wild. I’ve never been a fast girl, never took to anyone quickly—or barely at all. My experience is sad and limited, only a couple of boyfriends in college because I felt it was the thing to do.
But nothing has ever felt the way this blue-eyed cowboy makes me feel.
My heart pounds with lust and joy against my sternum as his eyes make me think everything in my life is going to be okay. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, there’s a sense of fate. A comfort I’ve not felt before. He’s so close now, the heat from his body radiates to mine, warming my chill away.
“Your mouth has been driving me half-crazy since you got out of that van.” His eyes scan my face, falling to my open lips as he shakes his head. “It’s better than I imagined.”
“Thank you.” It’s all I can think to say, but I mean it. “I thought I might die. I thought about all the things I want to do with my life.” The tension in the air between us ripples with a current that has me trembling.
“I did too. It fucking terrified me. Do you want to know what I want to do?” His voice is deeper as he moves his hand from behind my neck to run the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, leaning slightly forward into his grip. He shifts onto his knees in front of me as I sit cross-legged, then he places his hands on my thighs, forcing us face to face.
“I want you to take off your shirt. Because if you don’t, I’m going to rip it off.”
His words turn the desire inside me into a living, breathing being that demands its needs be met.
To my own shock, with tingling fingers, I reach down to the hem of my t-shirt and start to pull it up, and I hear Garrett growl. His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing as they look down at my body making me feel exposed.
“ Off ,” he grunts.
I should be scared; out here, wet, with a man I barely know, demanding I undress for him.
But I’m not. I’m exhilarated. My panties are soaked from the river but soaked again for other reasons.
He’s bigger than I first thought. His chest is broad and thick, sculpted from decades of a life most will never know.
My pussy clenches as I do as I’m told, pulling upward to peel the fabric from my torso and leaving me sitting in my nearly see-through bra.
“Do you want to show me all of you?” he asks, taking a deep inhale and shifting back to kneel, getting a better view of me.
I look up, squinting into the sun that halos around his face.
“I do. I don’t even know why, but I do.”
His teeth sink into the corner of his bottom lip, and the sight of his enormous erection is clear on the front of his wet pants. I can’t help the smile that blooms on my face at the sight of what I’m doing to him, and in my little girl heart I pray this is special for him too. That I am not just another easy tourist target for the dark, quiet cowboy.
“Show me.” He tongues the front of his white teeth, the sunshine lighting the furrows and cuts of his torso, making me nearly weep at the beauty.
I hear his groan of approval as I comply. Reaching around with shaking fingers to unclasp my bra, I let it fall off on the side of the blanket as a shiver runs through my body. Then he reaches forward and takes me by the hair, pulling my naked chest to his mouth.
Reaching up, I twist my fingers into Garrett’s damp hair, wanting him attached to me somehow, needing him to know the pleasure that is coursing through me from the touch of his warm mouth.
I throw my head back, my wet hair sticking to the sides of my face as I arch into him, moaning for more. His hands release my hair, now moving to grip my thighs, making my pussy clench and gush.
This is better than all those fantasies I’ve concocted as I lay in my cabin at night.
Powerful hands swoop over my hips and clutch my backside, pulling me down onto the blanket. He moves from one breast to the other, the warm sun drying us and adding to the radiating heat between our bodies.
I feel his hard flesh against my belly, making me ripple with excitement. His hips shift, he presses his erection against my leg, and I nearly topple over into an orgasm.
He kisses up my chest, then he’s on my neck in that perfect spot that makes me wince and shiver at the same time. Happy, horny noises drift out of me as my hands rake down his shoulders, feeling the tense muscles under his skin as I pull him harder into me, needing whatever this balm is he’s offering me out here under the big Montana sky.
His hands are suddenly everywhere, his mouth planted on mine, his body pressing its weight onto me, and I feel his length grind over my pussy, making me writhe beneath him.
The roughness of his hands only makes me more crazed. I’ve never met a man like him, so confident yet without a hint of arrogance. The desire pulsing through me is nearly unbearable.
I want him inside me. Deep inside me. And I wonder if I’m going to cum from the idea alone.
It’s his mouth now; everywhere, balancing out the way his hands are practically mauling me, and I love the sensation of being taken by him like this. A greedy beast has replaced the calm, quiet cowboy.
He’s got my hips, thumbs hitched into the waist of my damp jeans, and I lift my ass upward, rocking myself with the rhythm of our twisting bodies.
He takes my cue and leans back. His hands go to the button on my jeans, his eyes pinned to mine as if to make sure I’m with him.
God, am I with him.
Something burns behind those blue eyes, something dark, and he reaches down and slips my boots off my feet. Next, he jerks my jeans down over my hips in a single rough tug, grabbing my underwear as they go, pulling the wet fabric inside out off of me, and I hear a rumble come from his chest when he sees my bare pussy.
“Darlin’,” he grunts, “if we do this, you have to understand I don’t do things in halves. You’re going to be mine. This…” He reaches down to cup my sex, nearly shattering me right there. “Mine too.”
I nod, unable to speak or breathe, wanting him to take whatever he needs as long as he doesn’t stop.
The sun shines into his hair, the pepper sparking with the bit of silver as heat floods through me. I’ve never understood the pull of an older man until Garrett, and it pushes me closer to the edge as he finishes stripping me of my socks, leaving me naked.
“God, you are perfect. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
Garrett
I didn’t know until right now, how much I’ve wanted this.
Not just her body. Not just her perfect, pink nipples between my lips.
No, I’ve wanted someone that lit me from inside. That not only sparked something in my body, but that tugged at my heart and beckoned to my soul to come and meet theirs.
I’m not sure why it’s her—someone I barely know—that’s made this change in me. But life has a way of putting what we need in front of us.
I reach out, take her hips in my hands, and lay down, hauling her to hover above my face.
“Spread your legs.” I shift her body with my hands, listening to the gasps as I do. “I want you on my mouth. I want you to put yourself there. Show me you want what I want.”
She lowers, but not fast enough. Her scent scorches through me like fire on an open plain, and the sight of her open, wet softness drives me to the edge of madness. I run my nose around her sex, flicking my tongue out and kissing the insides of her thighs, listening to her tiny gasps.
She yelps as I brush my tongue lightly over her outer lips. They’re bare and wet, with a mix of creek water and her own arousal. My heart batters against my chest as blood pounds in my ears. Taking the first taste of her only assures me these feelings I have for her are real.
I slide my hands down to where her thighs bend into her hips and pull her dripping mess an inch lower onto my mouth.
Her pussy opens, and I slide my tongue up and down, memorizing every fold and silken treasure. I squeeze her flesh in my fingers, needing my mark on her. Thinking of the tiny bruises I’ll leave there to remind her this was me claiming her. Marking her so she won’t forget.
“ God ,” she moans, and her hips begin to rock back and forth.
I glance up and see her body supported on her locked arms with her incredible tits hanging down. I only wish I had two mouths so I could lick her cunt and suck her nipples at the same time.
My dick is screaming for her. My balls hitched up painfully tight as my length tells me it needs her, straining against the confines of my jeans. But right now, it’s all about her.
I will take her. I will make her mine. But right now, her pleasure is what I need more.
Growling into her, I nip and lick everywhere, listening to how she reacts to each spot, each type of contact. I want to know her inside and out. What brings her the most pleasure, what she likes and doesn’t like. I want to be the encyclopedia of her.
Her nectar is making me crazy. The possessiveness I felt before is nothing compared to what is growing inside me now. If another man even looks at her, breathes her air, I think I could make him disappear.
Sparks flash in my eyes as her flavor takes me over.
I need to feel her desire. To feel her body give itself to me, so she knows she will always come first. Not just in this way, in every way.
“God, you’re fucking delicious,” I mumble into her body, driving my tongue into her opening and making her groan as her hips twitch.
I kiss her, feeling her tight against my tongue, and cum seeps out of my cock as it demands to have its turn.
Her pussy opens for me and I eat her like an animal until she’s bucking and flooding my mouth and my face. She screams wordlessly into the wind, then it settles to my name and my heart is filled with an obsession I know will never be quelled.
I slow but don’t stop, eating her to my heart's content until I draw out another orgasm and leave her body shaking and heaving above me.