Chapter
Three
Tyler watched Becca follow his instructions to
dismount the horse and 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 right here in this quiet meadow, strip her bare, and bury himself
in her core.
The air would brush their naked skin, and the sky
would be filed 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 sink his rock hard dick into her
warm pussy.
“Okay?” He needed to put some space between them
before he lost all his good intentions. Not that he had any. It’s just for a
week, he reminded himself. One week of fun, nothing more.
“I’m fine.” She stepped out of his hold.
“Good.” Striding around her, Tyler opened the
saddlebags. Tucking a blanket and a couple of small pillows under one arm, he
captured her hand and led her into the clearing.
After scanning the area, he found the best place
for them to sit. He spread the blanket and dropped the pillows onto the fabric.
“Have a seat.” She lowered herself down and he
slid onto his knees.
She jerked when his finger brushed a stray hair
behind her ear. “Touching is an integral part to this week.” Skimming over her
hair, he found the pins at the back of her head and began removing them.
“I know.” There was a note of exasperation in her
voice and he fought against smiling.
“You may know it, but you’re far from being
relaxed. What is it, Becca? On the horse you were bantering with me, wiggling
against me. What’s changed?”
Pure silk flowed over his hands when the last of
the pins fell away. He resisted the urge to bury his face in her hair and
inhale what was sure her unique fragrance. All woman.
“I…” Her hand fluttered to her throat.
She didn’t have a clue as to 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, placed it against the rock, then sat back into the natural
depression. “Come here.” He spread his legs and patted the ground between his
thighs.
Becca rose to her knees. Within seconds she was
seated between his legs, her back against his chest, her head resting on his
shoulder.
“That’s better.” He settled his arms around her
waist, but kept his touch light. “How much sexual experience have you had?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
He chuckled. There was the fire he was looking
for. “I haven’t been a monk, but then again, 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 his fiancée
decided her job was more important than he was six months ago.
“It’s been over two years for me.”
He sucked in a breath. Two years was a long time.
She tensed. “By choice?”
“Not really.” She let out a sigh and melted
against him. “My ex-fiancé didn’t want to sleep with me before the wedding, he
believed the wedding night should be special, and the only time we came close
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.
“Thursday night I found him in bed with my boss.
Or should I say ex-boss. When I saw them together, I took off my engagement
ring, put it on the dresser and walked out. Yesterday morning, I quit my job.
But thankfully, I already have an interview for my dream job.”
Her words set bombs off within him. How could any
man cheat on her? Let alone not fuck her? But wait a minute, trips to the ranch
had to be booked months in advance, that meant she was suppose to be here with
the ex.
“If he was upset about the vibrator, why were the
two of you coming here?”
“My friend, Angie, gave this trip to us as a
pre-wedding present. She probably figured Alan would loosen up once he shed his
inhibitions. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Alan didn’t want me, this trip
wouldn’t have made a bit of difference.” Her palms curved over the back of his
hands. “I came here because Angie encouraged me to get away for the week, I
didn’t have a job anymore, and I didn’t want to be home if Alan came around
trying to make excuses.”
“I’m glad you came.” He nudged her hair out of
the way with his nose, and blew in her ear, delighted when she shivered.
“I am too. I’m not on the rebound. 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.
“Yeah. Surprised me, too, but it does explain why
he didn’t want sex with me.”
Becca shifted, her ass pressing against Tyler’s
crotch. His cock pulsed, and Tyler realized she was only getting more
comfortable.
“Would you like to hear what I have planned for
the week?” Somehow he was aware she’d feel more comfortable talking about their
time together, rather than what happened in the last few days.
“Yes, please.”
“As I told you earlier, you’ll go to the
Revitalizing Your Sex Life lecture tomorrow. This is the only lecture I won’t
be attending with you. It will take up the morning. I’ll meet you at your cabin
after lunch.” He heard her swift intake of breath before she spoke.
“And what will we do?”
“Go over what you’ve learned.”
“And the next day?”
Her body sank even more against his, and this was
a good sign. “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.”
“Then there’s a lot more to learn. Again, the
morning is filled with the lecture, and in the afternoon we’ll go over what you’ve
learned.”
“I like the sound of that.” She turned her face
toward him, and smiled.
His cock thickened and her smile widened. He was
aware she could feel his hardening dick against her ass and he shifted, rotating
his hips.
“Feels good.” She pressed her ass against him,
and if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose control.
“Then there will be the anal lecture.”
Her lashes fluttered down, concealing her eyes
from him, but her body stayed relaxed.
“Then day after that, Bondage.”
“And after that?” Her voice held a breathless
quality to it.
“The last lecture you’ll attend will be about
ménages.”
Her cheeks filled with color. “You’ll be with me
in all the classes but the first one, right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She let out a sigh and snuggled closer to
him.
“Tell me what you like.” His fingers lightly
stroked her stomach 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?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Interesting. He’d found a pattern. Every time she
became uncomfortable, she tried to deflect him by throwing the question back at
him. “This is about you, not me.”
A puff of breath brushed against his chin before
she spoke, “I’m not sure what turns me on.”
What the hell? He almost blurted the words out.
The Becca he knew from college 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 covered her right breast
with his palm, and massaged it. Her nipple hardened beneath her bra.
“Oh, yes.” Her lashes were drifting shut once
again.
“And this?” His left hand slipped down, tracing the
seam of her jeans over her pussy. Even the denim fabric couldn’t hide her heat.
“Oh God, yes.” Her hips shifted upward.
“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 more for them to become reacquainted, for him to find out about
her sexual experiences, so he would know just how far he could push her.
“Tease.” Her lips caressed his jaw.
“I’m going to tease you without mercy this week.”
He nudged her head back so he could capture her mouth with his.
Becca shifted closer to Tyler. She wanted him,
yes, but there was something more. Something known. They were very different
people than they had been eight years ago, but inside her sensual side was
hidden. Tyler could bring that out; he could uncover it and let her be the
woman she needed—no—wanted to be.
His arms had her anchored around the waist,
preventing her from turning in his arms to deepen this magnificent kiss. So,
she shifted her arm up and curled it around his neck.
A moan escaped her lips when he broke off the
kiss. “Talk to me. I want to know what you’re feeling.”
Ugh, she’d never been good at expressing her
feelings to anyone, hell her mother taught her very effectively never to show
them.
“I don’t know if I can.” Her arm fell from around
his neck into her lap, her fingers clenching.
He tightened his hold around her waist for a
second, then his right hand covered her breast. “What am I doing?”
“Caressing my breast.”
“And it feels like?”
“It feels good.”
“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” When
she didn’t answer, he continued. “Close your eyes and rest your head against my
shoulder, again. Then just start talking, don’t censor yourself.”
Taking a deep breath, her head slid onto his
shoulder, her lashes swept down.
Oh dear God. The sensations flowing through her
body had changed, her entire nervous system came alive and focused in on his
touch.
“Your caress is tender, not too hard, but not too
soft, either.” Shivers of excitement tingled their way up her spine.
“Ohhhh.” He pinched her nipple and her back
arched, sending a surge of arousal to her pussy.
His lips touched her temple, his breath brushing
her skin. “If something hurts, tell me.”
She squirmed in his grasp when his other hand
took her left breast and began massaging it.
Lightning coursed through her body as he
caressed, plucked and played with her nipples and breasts. But she wanted more;
she wanted his bare skin against hers.
“Touch me, Tyler.”
“I am.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Really touch me. I
want your hands on my bare breasts. I want to feel your fingers as they pinch
my nipples.” Heat spread through her body. More, she wanted more of his touch,
more of him.
“Your wish is my command.” His hands slid down
her abdomen, to the hem of her shirt. “Lean forward, sweetheart.”
Funny, she realized, as he pulled her shirt up,
she normally objected to anyone calling her sweetheart, but coming from Tyler,
she liked it.
His fingers were at her spine, tracing a light
path until he found the fastening of her bra. With deft movements, her bra was
undone and joined her shirt on the blanket.
The soft fabric of his shirt caressed her back as
he settled her against his body once again.
“The air is dancing over my skin.” The words
flowed from her and she wasn’t going to stop them. “My nipples are getting
hard, begging for your touch.”
“So I see.” The pad of his finger traced her
areola, sending more heat flowing through her body. “You have beautiful breasts
and your nipples…I can’t wait to put clamps on them.”
Another zing of arousal flowed to her pussy,
moisture coating her panties. “Clamps?”
“Would you like that?” He teased her with the tip
of his nail, lightly scraping across the engorged nipple.
“I’m not sure.” She remembered the time she and
Angie ventured into an adult store, she’d seen nipple clamps but they’d looked
more like torture devices than something for pleasure.
But she had tried a set of nipple rings, and
liked the feeling of them until her boyfriend of the time had seen them and
freaked out. But Tyler wasn’t freaking out.
Tyler tweaked her nipple, gaining her attention.
She turned her face toward his. “You’re thinking.”
“How did you know?” Did she have no secrets from
him?
“Your body changes—you stiffened. What were you
thinking about?”
Becca bit her lower lip, then spoke, “My best
friend, Angie, and I went into an adult store once.”
“How long ago?”
“About four years. I bought a pair of nipple
rings.”
“Did you wear them?”
“Yes. They weren’t tight, kind of like a ring I
would wear on my finger.”
“Did you like them?”
“Oh yes. They made me excited and I enjoyed them
until…”
“Until what?”
“My boyfriend of the time saw them and called me
depraved.”
“Another idiot.” Tyler’s nail began making
widening circles around her breasts. “Rings on your nipples are a nice
enhancement to what nature provided you. And since you’ve used them, clamps
will be easier.”
His lips touched her ear, his voice grew huskier.
“Think about having clamps on these hard buds.”
Her stomach somersaulted with excitement.
He tweaked her nipples simultaneously causing
pure pleasure to run through her body. “Plus there’s a small chain between the
clamps that hangs down. Now, I’m tugging the chain as I lick your pussy until
you come all over my mouth. Then I do it again, and again until you’re screaming
with only the pleasure I can give you.”
Oh. Dear. God. He tugged at her nipples and she
could feel it all the way to her core.
Her ass pressed against his hard cock as he
spoke. Wanting him inside her, making her come. His tongue caressed the lobe of
her ear and she let out another moan.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?”
“Fuck yeah.” She turned her head and captured his
mouth with hers.
She had to do something. She was on fire. Tongues
tangled and dueled with each other before parting, only to merge back together.
All the while he continued to play with her nipples, and she rubbed her ass
against his cock.
More moisture flooded her panties. She wanted,
needed more. Tearing her mouth away from his, she said, “I want to touch you.”
She met his gaze head on. “I need to touch you.”
His blue eyes darkened before his dropped a light
kiss against her lips, then 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.”
Hand trembling, she fumbled with the button and
zipper before lowering it. “Are you wet?” he asked.
Her stomach contracted when his palm slid down
beneath her panties. “You are,” he said, fingers parting her pussy lips,
stroking her ever so lightly.
“Tyler.” She shifted her pelvis toward his
finger.
“What do you want?”
“You,” she sighed when he slipped a finger into
her pussy. It had been too long, way too long since she pleasured herself.
“You’re so soft, so wet.” His movements were
short and sharp due to the restriction of her clothing. “And I can feel you
tightening around my finger.”
“Feels good.” Already her pussy was tightening,
her stomach clenching with the need to climax. “Too long, I—” Sucking in a
breath, an orgasm tore through her body.
“That’s it baby, let it go. Come for me. Let me
feel your passion.”
She couldn’t answer him, her body shuddered
around his finger deep within her pussy, her breathing erratic until her climax
subsided and she found herself sagging against his body.
Taking a deep breath she whispered, “I want you
inside me." It took her several minutes to realize he’d removed his hands
from her pussy. Within seconds, her jeans were fastened and he slipped her bra
back on
“Tyler?” Why was he dressing her?
“Anticipation,” he whispered, urging her to scoot
forward. Then he slipped her shirt back on, and got to his feet, holding his
hand out to her.
“But—”
His index finger pressed against her lips as she
rose to her feet.
Becca was about to protest when she heard the
rustling of leaves and voices. Someone else was here.
That’s why he stopped.
Tyler nudged her in the direction of the bushes,
and through the tall brush she saw Peter and Maggie Watson, another couple at
the ranch.
Two blankets were spread out in the small
clearing, and the couple lay naked caressing each other’s nude bodies.
Becca averted her eyes. “We should go,” she
whispered.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to watch another couple
having sex?”
Swallowing hard, she kept her gaze on Tyler’s
face, even when Maggie said, “Yes, that’s it baby. I want that big boy to fill
me. Take me, fill me on the first thrust and don’t stop until I’m screaming.”
“Maybe I’d like to watch,” Becca said, “but not
now. Not when they don’t know they’re being watched.”
“Are you sure?”
Becca’s gaze found the couple again, and it
seemed as if Maggie was staring right at her and Tyler. Then Maggie smiled,
letting out a groan as Peter thrust into her. Becca’s pussy tightened at the
look of pure bliss on Maggie’s face.
“How would you like to have another person watch
as I fuck you?” Tyler’s husky voice whispered in her ear. “His eyes on your
body. Your nipples hard and begging to be touched, my cock plunging in and out
of your wet pussy. And he’s watching everything, every move, every stroke,
knowing that you’re mine.”
Becca bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping at
Tyler’s words. She was no longer seeing Maggie and Peter—instead she was seeing
herself and Tyler.
Tyler slid his arms around her waist and slowly
backed them away from the bushes. Becca’s knees shook, but she forced herself
away from Tyler’s touch, to pick up the blanket and pillows.
Tyler put them away, then taking Becca’s hand,
they walked a bit, in silence, before mounting the horse.
It was bad enough she was aroused by Tyler’s
touch and words, along with the sight of the other couple, but now his cock was
pressed against her once again.
What would happen if they were both naked on this
horse? If she leaned forward, and reached back, she could direct his cock to
her core.
How would it feel to have him pumping in and out
of her in time with the horse’s movements? Would he have the horse go fast, so
he could fuck her hard and fast, or slow and torturous?
Her body was on fire. At this rate, she was not
only going to need a cold shower, but a vibrator. But she hadn’t packed one.
Hell, this was an adult ranch there had to be one
somewhere she could use.
“Your face is flushed, your eyes slumberous and
your breathing labored. What are you thinking about?”
“You, me, naked on this horse.” The words flowed
out before she could stop them.
“And I take it we’re fucking.”
“Yes.” Becca swallowed, her head resting back
against Tyler’s shoulder. By the time they arrived back at the stables, her
panties were soaked with fresh cream. Her whole body was aroused, the fabric of
her bra irritating her hard nipples.
Tyler helped her down from the horse, and she
clung to him. Her body craving his touch.
“Tyler,” she started.
“Later, Becca.” He brushed a kiss across 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 turned and led the horse away. Becca was about
to call out to him, when she noticed Tyler’s uneven gait. He was suffering as
much as she was.
Without saying another word, she turned and
marched back to her cabin. A cold shower would help take the edge off. She hadn’t
been this aroused by a man since college. Since Tyler.
****
Tyler watched Becca’s hips swaying with each step
she took and his cock pulsed in time. The woman oozed sex. And this was only
the beginning. She was going to test his control to the limits.
Leading the horse back into the stables, Tyler
worked on automatic pilot before making his way back to the main house. Once
inside his private rooms, he stripped and went straight into the shower.
The cold water made him grit his teeth when it
hit his overheated skin. He braced his arms against the wall, letting the water
slice over his body, willing his dick to soften. It didn’t work.
After ten minutes, he growled in frustration,
turned the water warmer, and scrubbed up. It wouldn’t pay to show up at dinner
smelling of horse.
Finishing up, he dried off and strode back into
his bedroom, his cock slapping against his skin with each step. The damn thing
had a mind of its own, and right now it wanted pleasure, any way it could get
it.
Flopping down onto the bed, he reached over and
opened the drawer on the nightstand. He pulled out a condom and one of his
favorite toys.
After slipping the condom on, he placed the pump
over his cock. Lying back against the pillows, he took the bulb in his hand and
began squeezing.
Fuck, the first pump had his hips rising. Closing
his eyes, Tyler thought about how Becca looked in the clearing. Her long brown
hair spread over her shoulders, her breasts swollen, her nipples erect, begging
for his touch.
His fingers pumped the bulb faster as he
fantasized about those hard nubs encased in one of his clamps, the silver chain
dangling between her globes as she straddled over him, her head facing his feet
and his dick pointing at her mouth.
Oh, yes. He’d tug the chain as she went down on
him, pulling him deep into her mouth, sucking him. He’d pull the chain harder
watching her nipples grow more taut, and her body begin to flush from the
pleasure.
Her pussy glistened above him, his tongue swiped
the moisture gathering there.
His balls tightened, and he squeezed the bulb
even faster. Consumed by his fantasy.
His fingers parted those rosy pussy lips, before
plunging two fingers into her core and capturing her clit and pulling it deep
into his mouth.
Her screams of pleasure were muffled by his cock
as he exploded. His hips arched higher and his climax hit him, hard. But he
didn’t stop squeezing the bulb until he was sure his balls were empty. Then he
slumped against the mattress, his body covered in a fine sweat.
Damn, now he needed another shower, but he really
didn’t care. The fantasy had helped, at least for now. And he couldn’t wait for
tomorrow. Once Becca’s lessons started, she wouldn’t know what hit her.