As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (10 page)

With his arms on the edge of the tub and his feet flat to the bottom of it, Jared lifted his hips just enough to raise his pelvis out of the soapy water. His erection had reached full stature. Helen’s hand moved slowly up and down over its length.

“You’re beautiful,” Helen whispered, leaning over the tub.

She made an effort to wipe away the soap suds from the head of his cock, and though only partially successful, she pushed her lips over the enflamed crown. She was aware of the taste of his flesh but even more aware of the strong, briny taste of soap. Helen bobbed up and down twice and then eased her lips off Jared.

“Don’t move,” she said, reaching down for the pan of warm water. While continuing to hold firmly onto the base of Jared’s towering cock, Helen raised the pan of water over his erection. Very slowly, drawing the moment out to increase the tension, she dribbled the warm, clear water over his erection and watched as the residue of soap was washed away.

Jared, thoroughly aroused by this enchantress’s behavior, muttered, “Damn…damn…oh, damn…” And when Helen leaned over his erection once again, opening her mouth wide to capture the crown of his cock between her lips, he said slowly, “So…fucking…good.”

The last vestiges of soap had been washed away, leaving for Helen only the flavor of a singularly delectable banquet of a man named Jared Parker. And, despite her inexperience in such erotic, gastronomic matters, Helen Miller was quickly and rather avidly amusing herself by discovering, by degrees, just how much pleasure could be garnered by sucking, licking, nibbling, and generally devouring Jared’s cock. The only frustration Helen experienced was when she tried to swallow Jared’s erection in its entirety. He was much too long, and considerably too thick, for her to accomplish her self-imposed goal. Nevertheless, she attempted the impossible several times but always ended up gagging and sputtering because of her efforts.

Jared finally said, “Don’t hurt yourself. It’s not necessary, and you’re only making me feel guilty.”

Helen turned watery eyes toward Jared, released his cock from her oral embrace with a wet smack, and said with absolute candor and innocence, “You don’t mind if I can’t take all of you?”

Jared nodded toward his cock, which stood up tall and proud, fiercely erect. Helen’s hand barely covered a third of its length. “Does it look like I’m disappointed in you?” he asked.

Once again, Helen leaned over the tub, pushing her supple lips slowly down over the crown of Jared’s cock. She drew a firm suction and was rewarded with a rumbling groan of pleasure from Jared. She bobbed slowly, consciously aware of everything that she was doing, all that she was feeling. She filled her mouth with him, and with the plump head of his cock pressing against the opening of her throat, she rotated her face around the thick shaft.

“Wait,” Jared said, his face showing the strain of sexual excitement.

Helen opened her eyes and turned her head enough to look at his face, though she did not take his erection out of her mouth.

“I’m beginning to feel a bit selfish,” Jared explained.

Several seconds passed before Helen released him from her oral embrace. “Don’t,” she said, stroking her hand over the length of his erection as she spoke. “You saved my life. No matter what I do for you, you could never be indebted to me. It’s just not possible.” While looking straight into his eyes, Helen dragged her tongue along the underside of the shaft, from where her fist was wrapped around the base, all the way up to the small slit at the very tip. “Besides,” she purred, her lips nuzzling Jared’s cock as she spoke, “you’re delicious.”

Jared drained the last of his whiskey. When Helen noticed that his glass was empty, she immediately took his glass and reached for the whiskey bottle on the floor. Before she had filled the glass, Jared had risen to his feet, his tall, naked body dripping wet, his erection angling slightly upward, enormously swollen and pulsing with tension.

“Here,” she said, handing him the cup of whiskey. “I’ll get a towel for you.”

Helen only owned two bath towels. She took both from her cabinet and returned quickly to Jared. She paused a moment to marvel at his naked beauty. Jared reached out for a towel, but Helen said, “Let me dry you.”

She started with his hair, wiping a majority of the water from his coal-black tresses. Then she worked her way down the front of his body to his waist. She paused briefly at his arousal as she summoned confidence then carefully pressed the cloth to his erection. She resisted the urge to again take him into her hand, into her mouth—but it wasn’t easy. Her willpower was sorely tested.

“Step out,” she instructed.

Jared did as she asked, puddles of water forming on the wooden floor at his feet. Helen knelt before him, drying his legs and feet, unashamed at being on her knees to serve him.

“Turn around,” Helen said when she’d completely finished with the front of Jared’s body. When he turned around, she used the fresh towel for his back, taking her time, leisurely drying his shoulders, then moving lower to let her gaze linger on the taut half-moons of his buttocks. Impishly, she leaned forward and planted a smacking kiss on each bun.

Jared turned around slowly, his shaft still ironhard. Helen reached for him, but he caught her by the wrists and pulled her to her feet.

“I want to show you something,” he said, a strange seriousness in his dark eyes that Helen did not understand.

With her sexual insecurities never far from the surface of her emotions, she asked quietly, “Have I done something wrong? Something to displease you?”

“You’re wonderful,” Jared replied. “I just have to convince
you
of that.”

He positioned Helen in front of her mirror. It was large, oblong, and free-standing, with a polished oak frame and a hinge that allowed the mirror to be angled for convenience. The mirror was one of the few possessions in the house that had anything more than emotional value. Jared, naked, stood behind Helen, looking over her head at her reflection in the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he said, his voice low, authoritative. “Tell me what you see.”

Helen closed her eyes for a moment. “Please…I don’t want to do this. I…I love the way you make me feel, but I really don’t like looking at myself in the mirror.”

Jared’s hands slipped around Helen’s middle. She sighed softly at his touch. When he took a half step closer, she felt his cock press against her lower back, warming her through her thin robe. She rested her head back against his chest, her eyes open just slits as she watched Jared’s dexterous fingers unknotting the sash at her stomach. A moment later her robe was open to reveal the entire front of her body. Helen started to cross her arms over her breasts, but Jared caught her wrists and forced her hands down to her sides.

“Just stand there,” he said, pushing the robe off her shoulders and then down her arms. When he had freed Helen from it, he tossed the too-often-washed garment across the room disdainfully. “And don’t close your eyes. I’m going to teach you to see yourself as I see you.”

These were strange and enticing words for Helen to hear, and she felt her clit tingle in spontaneous response. When Jared slipped his hands around her middle again, she felt his cock pressing against her, long and hard and throbbing with readiness. The slick honey of her excitement lubricated the lips of her pussy.

“Oh, Jared…”

“Shhh,” he whispered, his lips close to Helen’s ear as he spoke. “I want you to listen to my words. And keep your eyes open. When I’m finished, you’ll never look at yourself the same way again.”

I can believe that! thought Helen, her lushly voluptuous body almost quivering with anticipation.

“You don’t like your hips,” Jared began, his fingertips sliding from Helen’s stomach down to her hips. “Such a pity. I think they’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. They’re full and round and womanly.” His hands slipped lower. “And your thighs. What man wouldn’t sell his soul in order to feel these thighs surrounding his waist?” He moved his own hips. The solid shaft of his cock pushed upward, the crown above his navel, trapped between their bodies. “My cock gets hard just thinking about it. Do you remember what it felt like to have my cock in your pussy?”

A quavering sigh escaped Helen. They were wicked words that Jared was speaking, lurid and graphic. If any man other than Jared had said such things, Helen had no doubt that she would have been offended and insulted beyond belief. But with Jared, the words touched her soul. Her pussy was tingling, her clit aching with need. And feeling the hot, hard length of his cock pressed against the small of her back was an aphrodisiac that could not be ignored.

“Your skin is like satin under my fingertips,” Jared purred, his right hand sliding from Helen’s hip, inching toward her pussy.

Helen could hardly breathe as she watched and felt Jared’s fingers moving closer to the center of all her most passionate needs. His fingertips brushed across the sparse, triangle patch of auburn pubic hair, toying briefly with the silken strands. Then his middle finger eased downward, immediately and expertly finding Helen’s pink, erect clit. He caressed her gently, and Helen’s thighs began to shiver. The single finger eased between her slick labia, pushing deeper into her hungry body.

“You’re wet,” he whispered. “Wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

Helen tried to say “yes,” but the single word wouldn’t form in her throat. After a couple seconds of trying and failing, she nodded.

Jared smiled. “Yes, you’re ready,” he said. He pulled the finger from Helen’s pussy, brought his hand to his mouth, and sucked on the tip. Helen watched him, shocked and excited by everything that she was seeing and feeling. After several seconds, Jared took the finger from between his lips and stated, “I could eat you for lunch and get all the sustenance I’d ever need.”

Helen started to reach behind her back, wanting to feel Jared’s magnificent shaft pulsing in her fist, but he stopped her quickly, again grabbing her by the wrists and forcing her hands down at her sides.

“Watch,” he purred, reaching between Helen’s thighs once again.

Helen watched and felt as the single finger slipped smoothly, effortlessly between the lips of her pussy. Her long, curling lashes fluttered against her cheeks. She ached with the need of feeling Jared’s cock filling her, driving into her pussy hard and deep to give her the sensation of being thoroughly dominated and possessed that she had learned to crave.

Jared removed his finger from Helen. He held his hand out where both of them could see her honey glistening on his finger. Then Jared brought his hand to Helen’s mouth and, very slowly, moistened her lips with her own juices.

“Taste yourself,” he whispered.

The pink tip of Helen’s tongue traveled over her lips. She tasted the essence of her own excitement, and it made her shiver.

“I’m going to hell for this,” she whispered. Her tone pulsed with tension. “How can you make me want you so? There’s nothing…nothing that I wouldn’t do
for
you. Nothing I wouldn’t do
to
you.” She closed her eyes and rested her head back against his chest. “I’m helpless against the feelings that you make me experience.”

“Open your eyes,” Jared said with a certain sternness that warned Helen she had to obey his every command. When her eyes were open and she was looking at her reflection in the mirror, he cupped the heavy mounds of her breasts from the undersides, lifting and squeezing them to make the nipples more pronounced. “Look at these breasts. So big and beautiful. So goddamn magnificent that the thought of sliding my cock between them is nearly enough to make me come right now.”

Helen looked at her breasts, and a faintly confident smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Yes, I have beautiful breasts, she thought. They’re not too big after all, and they’re very sensitive. And best of all, Jared likes them.

“Can you suck on your own nipples?” Jared asked.

Helen’s eyes widened in surprise. He was asking something that she’d never even considered before, and just thinking about it now seemed narcissistic and utterly wanton. But the potential for great pleasure was a tantalizing possibility….

Jared released Helen’s right breast. He reached between her thighs once again to moisten his fingertip with her honey. Then he smoothed those juices upon her right nipple and areola.

“See if you can taste your pussy on your nipple,” Jared whispered, staring into Helen’s eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

Feeling narcotized by Jared’s virile allure, Helen watched her hands moving as though they belonged to someone else. With both hands she raised her right breast, turning the mound upward as she dipped her head down, always looking at the mirror and never directly at her own breast. Her pink tongue snaked far out of her mouth, lewd in its intent. She raised her breast a little higher and then flicked her tongue against her own lust-hardened nipple. The electricity that jolted through her system from the brief contact made her whimper with desire.

“Suck on it, Helen. Let me see you suck on your nipple. Let me see you bite it. Bite it hard enough so that you feel pain, then take your nipple between your lips and suck that pain slowly away.”

Helen did as she had been commanded. She bit her nipple hard enough so that she groaned with discomfort, and then she sucked on the small, tan button of flesh, creating a fire within her that would not be easily doused. As she did this, staring at her reflection in the mirror, Jared spread his feet much wider apart then slid the long shaft of his cock between her thighs, rubbing his rigid flesh against Helen’s sex. She made a strange, whimpering sound, and started to reach for his cock, but Jared stopped her.