Chapter 25
Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)
Callie
Sitting beside Cash in this perfect space he has carved out for us, by the river, feels like a dream.
If you asked me what I could have if I could have anything, it would feel like this.
I wouldn’t have been able to put this into words, but the two horses munching on their grass, tails swishing, the rushing creek with its tiny tadpoles and dragonflies, the birds chirping in the little copse of trees, this is what I would want.
Something Cash is giving me. Every day feels more right with him. He fits into my soul in a way I didn’t know was possible. I didn’t have to create space for him, it was there all along. I just thought it was a hole and that I was broken.
Deciding to act on impulse and not overthink, I swing my leg across his lap, straddling him, where he leans back, his weight balanced on his arms behind him.
He looks at me in surprise a second before he sits up, his abdominal muscles flexing, and grabs the abandoned pack, bunching it under his head like a makeshift pillow.
Placing his hands on my hips, he smiles.
“Well, hey, baby,” he says, looking up at me.
“Hey, Cowboy.” Leaning down, I kiss him and his arms loop around me, crushing me to his chest as he kisses me slow and deep.
Not urgent or demanding but with so much feeling it reverberates through me.
I feel his hips move a little below me, not pushing into me, just moving a little, like he needs an outlet for his energy.
Holding me tightly, he flips us over so he’s hovering above me, his hips nestled against my thighs. Rubbing my face softly, he rests his other hand against my neck as he holds himself up with an elbow.
He kisses me softly before hovering above me once more and says, “God, you’re so beautiful.
It’s like He captured the sky and pulled it down for me to hold in my arms.” He lowers his head, kissing my neck, all over.
Pushing my head back slightly, he kisses everywhere his mouth can reach, covering most of my exposed skin with his wet kiss.
He gently pushes his hard cock against me, like he’s testing my receptiveness.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him harder into me, rolling my hips until we are rubbing in all the correct places. He lets out a strangled whimper. It melts me.
“Okay, listen, darlin’. I’m not saying I’m not picking up the signals you’re sending,” he places a kiss on my pulse point, sucking the blood to the surface, “because I fucking am. I definitely am.” Another kiss, another suck.
I think for a second I might have a hickey, like a teenager, and giggle.
“But we haven’t talked about this step yet, so while I sit here, in this delicious, warm spot, we are going to take a minute to discuss. ”
I nod, waiting for his words. He reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head, giving me a delightful eyeful.
His chest is muscular, the occasional muscle stacked on muscle, and I feel myself blush.
Following the hard lines of his pecs, I caress them and lift an eyebrow, wondering how I never noticed this before.
He chuckles at my face as I study the tiny barbells that pierce each nipple. I tilt my head slightly before he leans down and whispers against my mouth, “It will get more interesting before it gets less, Hurricane.”
I continue to rub my hands across the newly exposed flesh, his skin tan and smelling like the sun.
“Now, I believe I have you sufficiently interested and distracted.” He winks cheekily before putting a row of kisses across my jaw. “Remember when I knelt in front of you and told you that was the time you would get sweet Cash?”
I nod my head.
“Good girl.” A kiss lands on my nose. “I like things a little...rougher. I won’t hurt you, unless you decide that’s something you’re interested in, but I’m not a gentle man when it comes to this. So, I need to know what you’re okay with and not, okay?”
Suddenly nervous, I nod again, my mouth dry.
“Say it, baby.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl. So, first, have you done anything before that you particularly liked?”
“I liked you on your knees in my bedroom?”
He chuckles again. “Not with me, before.”
I shake my head no. “Sex with Roger was…plain? Sort of the same every time. Missionary or from behind. I didn’t have an orgasm, and he went to sleep.”
The face he makes in response is funny, and I giggle nervously.
“Okay, how would you feel about this?” He puts his hand lightly against my throat and gently squeezes. I feel the immediate response in my panties. I nod.
“And this?” He adds a little more pressure while gripping my breast, hard, bucking his hips against me, his cock straining against his zipper.
I gasp, then moan. He nods for me.
Snaking his hand under my tank top, he grabs my naked breast, and barely pinches my nipple, only applying the slightest pressure, sending a tingle across my body and goosebumps cover me. I nod enthusiastically before gasping out a half strangled, “Yes.”
He exhales a labored breath.
“One last question, and I will get you out of these clothes, okay darlin’?” I watch him, wide eyed. He leans in closer, closer, slowly, so agonizingly slow, “How do you feel about”—his lips tip up in one corner and anticipation in this second builds to an almost painful level—“spitting?”
I almost combust under him at the meaning behind his words, his sexy confident swagger in the way he is pushing me to the edge, and I haven’t even removed so much as a boot. But I see a little bit of fear in his eyes.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Okay, we can work on it. You’re doing so well, baby. So perfect.”
His movements become more deliberate as he studies me. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, dropping it on the blanket beside me.
“A boy scout, I see,” I rib him gently, though it comes out breathy and strained.
“Always prepared.” He winks at me. Lifting my foot, he removes my boot then repeats it on the other side.
Reaching up, he unbuttons my jeans, lifting my hips with the movement to slide them down, leaving me lying in my panties and socks.
He runs a reverent finger over my soaked panties and gives a pleased grunt in this throat.
Pulling me up slightly, he peels my shirt off me before removing my tank top. I’m braless and his eyes widen once I’m fully exposed, just his gold chain hanging down my chest. He kisses the chain before moving to a nipple.
“Wait, biting?” He looks at me questioningly, and I give an affirmative nod.
He nods back before setting about his work, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
I feel his teeth close around it at the same time his fingers close around the other one.
He tightens down at the same time and a gasp escapes my lips and my back bows, forcing more of my breast into his mouth, and I feel him smile against me.
“So perfect,” he whispers against my skin. “I fucking knew it.”
Grabbing my panties at the hips, he slides them down my legs, staring at my exposed pussy.
“So wet for me already. I love it.” He dips a finger into me, running a fingertip across my clit before sliding just the tip into me, making me twitch.
He sticks the finger in his mouth, licking it before he brings it back and puts it in again.
This time, he holds his hand up so I can see the slick wetness coating his finger before he brings it to my mouth.
He lifts an eyebrow in question, and I open.
He moves it between my lips and rubs it across my tongue, making me taste myself.
“You taste like goddamned heaven.”
Standing, he pulls his buckle loose and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down his legs before he removes boots and jeans, setting them aside.
He’s standing before me, a cowboy god, in tight black boxer briefs, and black crew socks.
His thighs are strong with cut muscles, from the bulls.
His abs are deeply defined, and a perfect V leads into his low-slung boxers, blond hair covering the center and leading into the fabric.
He stands there and lets me look for as long as I want, his hand palming his hard cock.
My breathing is labored, and when I finally move my eyes back to his, I can see his blown pupils, the lust raw in his gaze.
He sticks his thumbs in his waistband before pushing his boxers down and kicking them off.
I trail my eyes down, absorbing the tense set of his muscles as he waits before my eyes land on his dick, hanging heavy between his thighs, bobbing slightly as he breathes hard.
Just running through the tip is another metal stud, like the ones in his nipples and a tiny bead of liquid.
When I see it, my eyes whip to his, and the laughter in them is enough to cause me to cover my face, blushing furiously.
“You seem so nice,” I spit out from behind my embarrassed hands. This earns me a full laugh that makes his abs clench and his cock bounce.
Kneeling, he says, “I am nice, baby. Most of the time.” Picking up the condom, he places it just below where he kneels, easy reach I guess, and adjusts himself so he’s seated between my thighs.
“We will go slow, but I promise you’ll love it, especially in certain positions.
” His erection is commanding and distracts me where he kneels, seeming impossibly large now that it’s close to me.
Goosebumps break out on my skin as a cool breeze blows across us in our little bubble of solitude next to the river.