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  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.

  FIVE

  Mary Beth

  I CAN’T STOP SAYING his name.

  Moaning it.

  Screaming it.
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  Thinking it.

  Nothing else exists at this moment. The rest of the world drifts away in an orgasm filled fog as I shamelessly part my legs a bit more, working my bare throbbing sex on this cowboy’s magical mouth, feeling his tongue move inside me.

  Between my noises, I hear his own. Grunts of pleasure. Moans that match mine. Rough, solid hands that hold me in place as he growls, his teeth raking and pinching.

  It hurts, but that pain only makes my heart beat faster until I think it will come right through my chest. It’s teeth, then lips, then tongue, then more teeth until I shatter again out here, naked and free in the open air.

  Warmth covers me, the sun on my back, the pleasure in my core, the sting from where Garrett’s hand has smacked the side of my ass while I came.

  “You’re mine,” I hear him growl into my pussy as he brings another flat hand down on my flesh, making me cry out, but I do nothing to move away. “All of you.”

  And I want to say, Yes, I am yours. I want to be yours. But all I can manage is more moaning and panting as I quiver and fight not to collapse.

  Both his hands move to dig into the round flesh of my ass, mounting me even more firmly on his seeking tongue, and I come undone again. Lights flash in my eyes, blinding me as I shake and struggle to hold my body up.

  The sensations are like nothing I’ve ever imagined. No man has ever put his mouth on me. I’ve never had an orgasm except by my own hand and nothing like this. Whatever I did to myself before today was the starter kit of orgasms and Garrett has graduated me to pro-league in a matter of minutes.

  I flash back to ‘the talk’ my mother had with me. Whispered as she sat on the edge of my bed, the day I got my period when I was thirteen. It was all hushed and ashamed.

  With Garrett, I feel like I can let myself go for the first time. My experience in the romance department is limited but the usual fumbling, rushed moments of my past don’t even seem like the same thing.

  Garrett made me feel such a desire in a matter of days it has let something wild loose inside of me. Maybe it’s being out here; maybe it’s the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

  Or maybe I’m just high on the air here. All I know is I’ve never felt like this, and I never want it to end.

  Another orgasm and I can no longer hold myself up. My torso falls to the blanket as I take heavy breaths, struggling to keep a grip on reality. I try to remember the practical, focused girl I was before I arrived here at the Big Sky ranch and fell headlong into the blue eyes of the sexy cowboy.

  “Please,” I manage to say. “I have to breathe.”

  It’s true. There’s a belt around my chest; I’m close to hyperventilating. I can’t get oxygen into my burning lungs.

  He licks me slowly now. Calming me with his mouth as I pant and draw a deep breath, my arousal floating on the breeze and mist from the creek.

  As I come down from my high, angst replaces the pleasure for an instant.

  What the hell am I doing?

  Out here with this man I barely know, feeling things that put my heart at risk. My life isn’t here; it’s back in New York, with my work and all the places it will take me.

  I shake away the worry, not wanting to ruin whatever this is, but the niggling doubt about my choice to tumble headlong into a man with whom I have nothing in common stows away in the back of my mind for later. Garrett's hands guide me down onto the blanket on my back. His massive frame is caged over me, and I reach up to feel the solid muscle of his chest as he looks down.

  His mouth takes mine, and I kiss him back, tasting the pleasure he’s just given me. I want to remember this moment forever.

  “I want more.” I sigh into our kiss.

  His mouth answers, his tongue winding around mine; then his lips are taken away, his face shadowed by the sun.

  “I do too. I want a lot more, but not here. You’ve given me more pleasure than I’ve ever known. That’s enough for me for now. Knowing I’ve been able to make you call out my name, you made me cum in my pants, sweet filly. I haven’t done that since the eighth grade.”

  I fail at holding back the giggle. “Big, tough cowboy losing control.”

  “Uh huh. Get used to it. You’ve got a lasso wrapped around me, but make no mistake, I’m in charge.” His words are even and deep, and they make my body shiver.

  I’ve always been the independent one. The girl that can take care of herself and her business. I never thought I’d quiver at a man that told me he was in charge...but God, the way Garrett says things, I believe I could take a place kneeling at his feet and somehow feel content. Like I’m precious to him, not beneath him.

  His mouth is back on mine, his tongue pressing open my lips, and I reach up and clasp my arms around his neck, my fingers tugging at his hair.

  Like I’m a doll, he lifts me up and against him, flipping us over so he’s under me, my open sex riding on the fabric over that unbelievable erection, and our eyes connect.

  His hands come to cup my breasts, rolling my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger as I reach down and run my palms over the hewn squares of his pectoral muscles.

  Rocking me back and forth on his hips, I feel that thick length, and my core tightens.

  “God.” I let my head fall back and look up at the sky, the pleasure already building

  He drops one hand, fingertips tracing down from my breast, around my ribs, and down the center of my back to flatten just above my ass. He presses and releases with the motion of our hips, grinding me into him.

  “That’s it. Do you realize how beautiful you are?” A rumble comes from his chest. “I want to see you cum again. I could watch you like this forever.”

  He toys with my nipple as I drop my eyes to see him looking at me with such lust.

  “Mary Beth.” He growls out my name as waves of bliss flood through me.

  I feel the stars align as I burst into a thousand pieces again; vulgar words pouring out of me along with his name, again and again.

  My center contracts over and over, pulsing with my peak as I collapse against him, feeling our chests move together with our breath.

  “Such a good girl,.” He groans into my ear.

  I’m shocked again at the reaction I have to his words, feeling safe, feeling secure. Feeling loved.

  Both his hands run up and down my back as mine come to rest on the scruff of his jaw, the hard muscle clenching beneath my fingers.

  I’m lost in the fog of euphoria, and a sudden sense of exhaustion covers me. My breathing slows as Garrett’s hands gently caress my warm skin under the sun, as he whispers wonderful, corny cowboy things into my ear.

  SIX

  Garrett

  “FILLY.” I GENTLY RUB her shoulder, then kiss her cheek.

  She makes a small sound and snuggles back into me. The sun is getting lower. My obsession has only multiplied in the time since we rode out of the ranch. My cock throbs in my jeans, my pulse still racing.

  I’ve tasted her, and I know in my heart and soul she is mine, even if it may take some convincing to get her along for the ride.

  The wanting I felt the first time I saw her is a molehill compared to the mountain of desire that spins inside me now. The craving is now a possessive monster, and I will never be able to forget how she tastes. Never be able to slake my lust.

  The wind picks up as the mist from the river floats over us. Her skin ripples with goosebumps as I run my hand up and down her arm. Having her fall asleep on me was almost as magical as watching her cum. I moved us so she was laying on her side, my body pressed against her back, my hands touching every spot on her I could reach as her breathing slowed.

  It took all my control not to strip myself and claim her right here, out in front of God. As she slept, I imagined spreading those lush thighs, sliding my swollen cock deep into her cunt.

  But I want it to be right. I want her to be sure. Even as my balls ache to empty inside of her, and my heart tells me what I know to
be true.

  I softly shake her and pepper kisses over her cheek and down her neck.

  “Mmmm,” she moans, and I sit up, rolling her onto her back and leaning down to kiss her nose, then her lips.

  “We need to get moving. Getting late.”

  Her meadow-green eyes flicker open. Darting around, looking as though she’s trying to figure out where one dream ends and another begins.

  “God.” Her hands fly to her forehead and she winces as she touches the cut and small bump there. “I fell asleep. Hard.”

  “A near-death experience and a baker’s dozen orgasms will do that to a girl.” Looking down at her still naked body I try to restrain the growl from my throat but lose.

  “Behave,” she scolds. “Or we may never get back to the ranch.”

  I tip my head back and forth, considering the options. “True. But I want to have a good dinner and then make sure you are in a soft, warm bed tonight. You’ve had a hell of a day. It will be with me, but a bed nonetheless.”

  “Oh, it will?”

  I pull her to stand, then reach down and help her dress. Her clothes are still damp and sticking to her skin.

  “Yeaup.” I nod, stepping over to grab her boots and kneeling in front of her.

  She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders as I slip the leather onto her feet and tug her jeans down over the tops, then run my hands up her thighs as I stand.

  There’s a sense of purpose I’ve never felt before in my life. The simple act of putting on her boots and dressing her lights up a part of me that was dark before now. My muscles tense in restraint as she smiles, and I see the sparkle of happiness in her eyes.

  “All set, I guess.” She stuffs her hands down into the back pockets of her jeans.

  We finish gathering things, including her phone in the grass, and my hat, then mount up. And for the first time, I understand why all the Westerns end with a ride into the sunset.

  SEVEN

  Mary Beth