As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (19 page)

“Very good,” Jared said, his eyes warm and glowing as he studied Helen’s voluptuous figure. “Now remove my neckerchief and jacket, then my shirt.”

Helen stepped around Jared until she stood at his side. She wanted desperately to be alone with him so that she could explore his body, as she had done when they were alone in her home and she had bathed his magnificent physique. She didn’t want Marcus to see her behaving so brazenly, so lewdly…and yet, in her soul, Helen knew that part of the reason why her clit was tingling with increasing intensity and the lips of her pussy had become swollen and moist was because she was being watched by her very best friend.

With hands that trembled more than just a little, Helen unknotted Jared’s black neckerchief and slowly removed it from around his throat.

“And now my jacket,” Jared instructed, leaning forward so that Helen could slip the garment down his back and arms.

As Helen eased the jacket down, she let her fingertips caress his sinewy body through his shirt, and a soft, instinctive sigh escaped her lips. Helen had never realized that touching a man could be so erotic—not until Jared entered her life.

Jared held a glass of whiskey in his right hand. With his left he nonchalantly brought his fingertips to the inside of Helen’s knee and began caressing her thigh, sliding up nearly to the hem of her chemise. Helen gasped softly when Jared touched her, her body responding instantly and with far greater force than she had thought was possible by such a casual caress.

“Do you like taking my clothes off, Helen?” It was a question she didn’t want to answer. “Don’t lie to me now. I’ll know if you’re not telling the truth.”

“Please don’t…don’t ask that of me.” Helen shivered as Jared’s fingertips traced swirls up the inside of her thigh. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down briefly to stop herself from moaning passionately. Orgasmic relief was always close whenever Jared was near. “You’re so wicked.”

“Answer me, Helen. Does it excite you to undress me?” He turned his hand until the palm was upward and pressed his fingers against Helen’s pussy. Her lips were moist, slick with the nectar of her lust. Jared said, “Your body tells the truth, but your tongue cannot find the words. Such a shame. Such a pity to be so at odds with yourself.” Jared pulled the Colt from the holster under his left arm, set it on the table, then removed the shoulder holster and handed it to Helen. “Put this somewhere close then hurry on back. My shirt is next, then my trousers and underwear. Your dawdling is making me impatient.”

Helen followed Jared’s commands to the letter, part of her raging at being ordered about by such a despotic man, part of her responding sexually to his authoritarian demeanor. She couldn’t look at Marcus, though she felt his presence, felt his gaze following every move that was made. When she had removed Jared’s shirt and properly set it aside, Helen paused a moment to look at the masculine perfection now revealed to her. It was a hard body, sinewy lean with solid muscles that moved beneath pale skin. Along his ribs on the left side was a white scar that ran for several inches, a reminder of a hard life lived not always on the proper side of the law.

“Y–You’ll have to get up for me to…” Helen said before her words once again died away before she could complete the sentence.

Jared took a sip of whiskey before slowly rising to his feet, his actions lazy and deliberate, his demeanor one of kingly confidence. He gave the appearance of a man who was not in any hurry at all to be pleasured, and his self-assurance rankled Helen’s nerves because she was only too aware of her own insecurities.

“Before you get down on your knees,” Jared said, his tone warm as it caressed Helen’s soul, “please take off your camisole.”

Helen caught the bottom hem of the garment with hands that trembled slightly. Though she was terribly frightened of what Marcus was thinking, she could not resist looking toward her friend. Marcus was standing barely ten feet away, his face ashen white, his expression one of shocked disbelief doing battle with escalating passion.

Turning back toward Jared, Helen whispered, “Why am I so powerless against you?” Then she pulled the camisole over her head and tossed it aside. Completely naked, literally aching to feel Jared’s hard cock thrusting deep inside her, she whispered, “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Get down on your knees.”

A soft sigh of rapidly heightening lust came from Helen’s throat as she sank to her bare knees on the wooden floor. Without preamble, she pulled at Jared’s belt, unbuckling it quickly before hastily unbuttoning the fly of his trousers. As she pulled down his trousers and then helped him step out of them, Helen kept her gaze lowered, not wanting to see just yet exactly what it was she ached for. Delay had a way of heightening fulfillment, she had learned. Struggling to appear as calm as Jared, she folded the trousers and set them aside on the floor.

Dressed now only in his underwear, Jared stood quietly, a faint half smile touching his lips, the front of the cotton garment bulging outward as it struggled to contain his solid erection.

Very slowly, Helen let her gaze move slowly upward over Jared’s body, taking in the fine line of his legs, the crisscrossing muscles of his lower thighs, and finally the white, cotton drawers. The breath caught in her throat for a moment. With both hands, she unknotted the drawstring. The moment she tugged the cotton down, Jared’s erection sprang out, prompting a gasp from both Helen and Marcus.

“He’s even bigger than I remembered,” Marcus remarked in a breathy whisper, a hand to his mouth as he stared at Jared’s solid cock with wide-eyed wonder.

Helen took Jared in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the cock’s thick shaft. With her left hand she cupped his testicles, giving them a firm squeeze and prompting Jared to groan softly. Helen stroked her hand along Jared’s length, and though he was pretending to be aloof, she heard his sudden intake of breath and saw the muscles in his thighs become tense. Though unsure of herself because of her nearby audience, Helen’s confidence was building.

For several seconds, Helen closed her eyes and searched within herself for mental clarity, trying to find reasons that made sense to her as to why she was completely naked, on her knees in front of Jared, while her best friend stood a scant two yards away, watching glassy-eyed and mute. Helen felt her heart hammering against her ribs and felt the heat of Jared’s body going through her palms and into her blood.

Opening her eyes, Helen leaned toward Jared and, after only a few more seconds of hesitation, snaked her tongue out to lick the crown of his cock. She heard simultaneous moans from both Jared and Marcus. After moistening the head, Helen pushed her soft lips over it, not stopping until her mouth was filled with Jared, her lips a snug, pink ring around the cock’s pulsing shaft.

In a tremulous whisper, Marcus confessed, “That’s…so…beautiful. He’s lovely.”

With Jared’s cock still filling her mouth, Helen turned her head slightly to look at Marcus, her lips pulling outward lewdly, her features distorted with her lover’s enormity. For several seconds she and Marcus simply looked at each other, a thousand unspoken questions, doubts, and fears remaining unspoken.

Helen squared up with Jared and began swanning her head and shoulders, dragging her soft lips back and forth over the throbbing, manly flesh. She was distinctly aware of Marcus being nearby, and feeling her friend’s gaze upon her added a surprising new element of taboo ecstasy that Helen hadn’t counted on. She was performing for Jared
and
for Marcus.

I’m a terribly wicked woman, Helen thought as she rotated her face around the rigid flesh, feeling it pulsing against the opening of her throat. Jared makes me want to do things I’ve never even thought about. He inspires me to be a wanton!

“Come closer, Marcus,” Jared said, his tone tight with sexual strain. “You can’t really see from over there.”

Helen tilted her head back on her shoulders to look up at Jared. In his dark eyes was lust and humor, and Helen thought then that there wasn’t anything he could ask of her—whether sexual in nature, or not—that she wouldn’t do. She was looking into his eyes when Marcus stepped into view, his slender body shuddering visibly, now standing nearly hip-to-hip with Jared.

Almost speaking to himself, Marcus whispered, “He’s so very big.” And after a pause, as though suddenly realizing that Helen could hear him, he added, “He…he seems to like how you do that very much.”

Helen continued bobbing over Jared, using her lips and tongue and fingers to pleasure eminently responsive nerve endings. She drew a firm suction upon Jared’s cock, her cheeks hollowing in response, distorting her features lewdly, erotically. Her actions were meant as much to be seen as to be felt.

Jared said to Marcus, “Take your clothes off. Touch yourself. I know you want to, and besides, I think Helen would like to watch you.”

How does he know what I want when even I don’t know myself? wondered Helen.

While continuing to nibble on Jared’s shaft, Helen began pleasuring herself, pinching her left nipple firmly while using her other hand to caress her clit. She eased a single finger between her slick lips, the digit entering smoothly, her lubricating honey easing the welcomed invasion. Her clit was already erect, the small nub swollen with desire.

As Helen feasted on the bounty Jared had for her, Marcus stripped off his clothes furiously, discarding the clothes as though they had become objects worthy only of scorn. He stared at Helen, narcotized by her erotic beauty as she performed fellatio with the precision of a virtuoso.

Marcus looked up at Jared’s profile and said, “I shouldn’t do this. No good man should ever do this…should he?”

“Nothing will happen,” Jared replied, “unless you want it to happen.”

“Oh, no!” Marcus whimpered as he fell rather heavily, despite his slenderness, to his knees on the hard wooden floor. His right hand immediately went between thin, pale thighs to stroke a long-neglected cock. From only inches away, he watched Helen pleasuring Jared, taking him deep into her mouth. Marcus’s right hand moved feverishly as he masturbated. “It’s…it’s not fair, Helen. You’ve got Jared, and he’s ten times more than any man I’ve never known. It’s just not fair that you should keep him all to yourself.”

They were desperate words that tumbled from Marcus’s mouth without forethought or censorship. The two men he had shared his body and passion with had been horribly disappointing. Seeing Jared added precision to his desires, defining exactly what he had wanted and showing him what he had been denied.

Helen leaned away from Jared, sitting on the backs of her heels. She turned emerald-green eyes glassy with lust toward her best friend. “He’s mine,” she whispered possessively. Her right hand stroked the saliva-moistened length of Jared’s cock. “At least for now, he’s mine.”

In a pleading tone, Marcus replied, “But I’m so desperate, and he’s so beautiful.”

Helen looked deep into Marcus’s eyes and saw the utter despondency there. Despite the covetousness she felt toward Jared, she looked up into his face and asked, “Would you mind?”

“Would
you
mind?”

“Yes,” Helen answered with more honesty than she had intended. “But he’s my friend, and he deserves to experience ecstasy at least once in his life.” A bit dramatically since all attention was centered on her and her response to Jared’s question, Helen took him deeply into her mouth, rotating her face around the solid flesh as the crown threatened to enter her throat. After a full thirty seconds she released Jared and then turned toward her friend. “Only for you, Marcus. Only because you’re such a good friend and you deserve to know what it’s like to be with a real man.”

Scrambling to his feet, Marcus whispered, “My b–bedroom is over here.” He hurried across the room, his hard cock wobbling with his steps.

Helen got to her feet, but she kept her right hand around Jared’s shaft. “I can’t believe I’m going along with this,” she said, rising up on her tiptoes to plant a playful kiss on the point of Jared’s chin. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much.”

He chuckled. “That might be easier said than done.”

“At least try.” Helen turned and started toward the open door that Marcus had disappeared through, pulling Jared along behind her. “And if you can’t succeed, at least lie about it.”

Marcus was sitting at the edge of his full-size bed, his slender body quivering visibly, his hands folded in her lap. He appeared small and very vulnerable. He looked at Jared’s hard cock, sticking out through Helen’s fist, and whispered, “He’s
sooo
big.”

With a gentle, knowing smile on her lips, Helen replied, “What’s important is that he knows what to do with it.” She released the hold she had on Jared. “Like you, I was scared—to begin with.” She lifted up to her tiptoes, intentionally pressing her naked breasts to Jared’s arm as she kissed him on the cheek and said, “Make it special for him.”

Jared replied, “For you, I will.”

Helen couldn’t say for certain that she was in love with Jared or merely infatuated with the man who had saved her life and taught her how fantastic making love could feel, but when he said that, she realized that she
could
love him.

Helen watched as Jared put a hand to Marcus’s shoulder and eased him onto his stomach. The young man’s slender thighs parted, making room for Jared’s hips. Marcus was very slender, and with Jared over him, he seemed to nearly disappear into the mattress.