Dark Horse: Bad Boy Cowboy Romance (9 page)

Chapter thirteen

A few hours later, I was feeling much better about how the evening had gone, although I was probably influenced in part by the wine currently sloshing around my stomach and sending little bubbles up to my brain.

Marsden had done well in picking a restaurant, at least. The place had all the necessary romantic qualities, with white tablecloths, red velvet curtains, candles, and a nicely dim interior. The waiters were prompt and courteous, the food came out smelling (and tasting!) just as delicious as anything that Lance had cooked for me during his time living with me, and best of all, they had a great wine selection!

By the time I pushed my mostly demolished plate of chicken piccata away from me, I was nearly done with my third glass, and feeling much better about how things had gone. Sure, there'd been a little hiccup with the two men currently in my life meeting each other, but they'd surely manage to get past this uncomfortable first impression! And then, well, everything would be just fine and dandy!

Across the table from me, it looked like Marsden was also feeling better. Although he'd still worn a stormy frown when we first entered the restaurant, his mood slowly rose, helped along by the large steak he'd demolished. By the time the waiter arrived with the dessert menus, he was happily telling me about one of his recent cattle deals, waving his hands animatedly as he described his profit margins or something.

"And seriously, it's amazing, I totally scored a great deal," he said happily, covering up a burp with one hand. "Oh, what's this?"

"The dessert menu, sir," the waiter replied politely. "How are we feeling? Some creme brulee, perhaps? Maybe a nice fruit tart?"

I considered the idea of dessert, but I already felt warm and stuffed with food. "Maybe just another glass of wine," I suggested gaily, waving my nearly empty glass in a little circle in the air.

The waiter nodded - quite politely, I thought to myself through a slight fog, considering how drunkenly I was acting. He collected the menu back from me, gave Marsden and me a little nod, and then headed off to refill my glass.

Not that it was an act on my part, I pointed out to myself. I'd been holding myself back to maybe one glass of wine per night for the last week or so. The three glasses - or was it four? - that I'd consumed so far this evening had gone right to my head, and I felt a good bit past tipsy.

I reached out for my glass again - and missed with my first grab. Yes, I was definitely into full-on drunk territory.

"So, tonight's going well," Marsden commented, once the waiter had returned to refill my glass - and to bring my fiancé the bill. He pulled his credit card out from the inside pocket of his suit coat and slipped it into the leather folder. "Shall we head back to your house for a nightcap, perhaps?"

I grinned across the table at the man, knowing exactly what he meant. Even despite the stumbles he sometimes made, and his tendency to only talk about himself, my fiancé was a sexy man. He was a big muscular bear, and he always made love with powerful strength, dominating me and seizing what he wanted. Sometimes, I found him a little too rough, but it had been a while for me, now, and I could use a bit of force.

"You got it, mister!" I replied cheerily, finishing off the last glass of wine in just a few gulps.

With the bill taken care of, Marsden stood up and helped me to my feet. I leaned on him unsteadily as we headed out of the restaurant, grinning up at him. "So, what're you gonna do to me?" I asked him as he walked me down to where he'd parked the car.

Marsden smiled back at me. "Oh, I've been missing you like crazy," he replied, letting his hand drop down to give my bottom a little tweak through the dress that covered me. "I'm going to make sure that you're still nice and limber!"

I landed heavily in the passenger seat of his car, fumbling around and needing a couple of tries to click my seatbelt shut around me. I turned my gaze sideways to look at my fiancé as he climbed into the driver's side beside me. "Yeah, I'm all limber, you sexy man," I replied, not caring about how my words slurred slightly. "In fact, I could show you how limber I am... right now!"

"Oh, really?" Marsden winked back at me - and then, even as he pulled the car away from the curb and out onto the street, he reached down and popped the button on his suit pants open! "Why don't you slide over here and show me?"

I eagerly reached for his zipper, pulling it down and opening up his pants. I had to pull his tucked-in shirt out of the way, and as I did so, I noticed that my fiancé was putting on a little bit of weight. His belly hung over his pants slightly, no longer cut and showing off the muscles of his abs.

Had he always been that way? I wondered foggily to myself. Somehow, I thought that I remembered Marsden taking great care of his body. Had he stopped working out, or somehow gotten out of shape, since I'd last seen him?

That thought, however, soon fizzled out as I felt his hard rod down beneath the little overhang of his gut, throbbing and as big as I remembered. I gave a little grunt as I pulled it free of his pants and boxers. The angle of the car's seat made it awkward, but I managed to dig it out!

With his dick out, I wrapped my hand around it, stroking up and down. Marsden kept his eyes forward, but I could feel him breathing a bit heavily as I jerked him off while he drove! Good lord, this had to be one of the more dangerous things I'd ever done!

"That's it, baby," Marsden grinned as I rubbed up and down his shaft. "Now, why don't you pop your seatbelt off and bring your mouth over here?"

At that suggestion, however, I paused. "I can't take my seatbelt off!" I exclaimed, looking up at him. "That wouldn't be safe! What if you crashed?"

"Come on, baby," he wheedled. "It would feel so good to have you sucking me off as I drive! That's the kind of challenge I want!"

But I remained insistent, shaking my head and pulling my hand back as I straightened back up. "For that, you can wait until we're back at my house," I insisted.

I saw my fiancé pout, but he didn't make any other comment, thankfully not pushing the issue.

As I sat up, a sudden thought occurred to me. "Hey, why don't we go back to your place?" I asked, glancing over. "That way, we'd have the place all to ourselves!"

Marsden frowned. "You should have suggested that earlier," he replied. "See, we're almost back to your house now. It would be a waste to just turn around and drive all the way back to mine."

I peered out the front windshield, and sure enough, he was right. I could see the familiar driveway of my house coming up in the Mercedes' headlights. "Next time, then," I decided, sitting back in my seat. "That way, we can be as loud as we want!"

Once he'd parked the car, Marsden strolled over to my side and opened the door, helping me up. "Now, why don't we go inside and keep going, let you finish what you started?" he murmured to me, his hands sliding tightly around me and his breath hot against my ear.

I murmured wordless agreement back to him, squirming up against his big frame as I pressed myself against him. "Okay," I whispered back.

One of his hands dipping down to cup my ass, Marsden helped me up the front steps, and I fumbled with my keys for a few seconds until I managed to successfully open the door. As we tumbled in, laughing and clutching at each other, I was glad to see that the lights were turned off, and there was no sign of my housemate.

For a moment, I murkily wondered why I cared about whether Lance saw us. He had to know that I'd be intimate with my own fiancé, right? And besides, I shouldn't care what he thought.

Marsden swept me up in his arms a second later, and the thought about Lance fled my head as he kissed me.

Chapter fourteen

Marsden kissed me hard, pulling me up against his body, just inside my house, the front door right behind us. The man's pants were still unfastened, and I could feel his hard cock poking out, up against my crotch. His hands roamed up and down my back, finding the zipper to my dress and tugging it down.

I giggled as I felt the fabric part, peeling off of me. Immediately, his hands dropped down to my chest, groping my breasts and pulling them up so that he could kiss roughly at my nipples. "Oh, I missed these," he murmured up to me, his voice slightly muffled.

Still giggling, I let the man sweep me up in his arms and carry me upstairs to my bedroom. I noticed that Marsden had to breathe a little heavily as he took the stairs, but we made it up, and we tumbled down together onto my big queen bed.

As soon as I landed, however, he was up and on top of me, kissing me even as his hands roamed over me, pulling my dress further down to further reveal my breasts. I reached up and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, but the little round circles were tough for me to grasp, especially with the room still spinning a little from the landing on the bed.

After a minute, the man straightened up with a grunt and popped his buttons open on his own, since I wasn't able to do it. I took the opportunity to actually undo the clasp of my bra, taking it off and tossing it aside. Marsden had already hiked my dress's skirt up to my hips, and I reached down and peeled off my panties from beneath as he pulled his dress shirt off and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothing on my floor.

Once again, the man dived down on top of me, this time kissing at my neck and nibbling at my ear. I moaned a little as his lips bit down ever so lightly on my earlobe, just enough to send an exciting little spark of pain through me. "Ooh, yes," I called out, arching my back a little.

The man rolled over, landing on his back beside me, and his big hands slid down to my waist, grasping and hoisting me up. "Come on, come on top of me," he urged me, as he pulled me astride him.

I threw my leg over him, mounting him like a cowgirl mounting a horse. I could feel him down between my naked thighs, big and throbbing and quivering with desire to pierce me. It had been quite a while, I thought to myself!

"Go slow," I urged him, rocking back and forth, rubbing myself against him. Even that rubbing was nearly enough to get me off! I could feel myself, wet and ready for him. I'd missed this connection.

Marsden, of course, didn't pay much attention to my words. His hands slid up, beneath my skirt, and I felt him grasp his cock and point it up, into me. For a moment, I gasped, my eyes going wide as he rubbed himself up and down my slit in search of my entrance - and then, with a start, he found it.

I couldn't hold back a little cry of pain as he pushed deep inside me, his big member stretching me wide. I wasn't ready for him to go plunging in! "Oh, you feel so big!" I cried out, the muscles in my thighs quivering as I tried to adjust to his thick girth.

Below me, Marsden grinned, his hands sliding up to my hips to pull me down further on him. "Yes, you feel so fucking tight!" he cried back, pulling me down and trying to bring my crotch down to hit his hips. "Come on, babe, I want you to fuck me so hard!"

It took a few more strokes for me to settle down on top of him, but I managed, even despite the pain. Over time, I knew, that pain would recede, replaced by pleasure. I reached down and grabbed one of Marsden's hands, pulling it under my skirt to press it against the hard little nub of my clit. "Help me," I urged him as I began to rock back and forth on top of him, impaled on his big cock.

For a few seconds, Marsden went along with my request, his thumb diving in to find the little bump of my clit and pushing it down, rubbing it back and forth. After a few little rubs, however, he seemed to lose interest, instead reaching around me to grab both cheeks of my ass and pull it wide, taking over my rocking back and forth as he lifted me up and down on him.

I kept up my moans and rocking, but inside my head, I felt myself rolling my eyes. This was just how I remembered, all right; Marsden was a powerful and dominating lover, but it always seemed to be his pleasure that came first. Sure, he always wanted me to suck his cock, but I couldn't remember the last time that he'd gone down on me.

Still, he did feel good inside of me, even if he wasn't stimulating my clit as well. Besides, I had hands as well, didn't I? I reached down between my legs and started rubbing myself as he pushed his hips up and down beneath me, plunging in and out of me.

Just as I felt my own pleasure starting to rise up inside of me, the man suddenly let out a grunt, and his hips began moving faster. I opened my eyes and looked down at his face on the bed below me, and saw his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth hung slightly open, panting with concentration. His chest was coated in a thin layer of sweat.

"Oh god, yes! That's it, babe, that's what I need!" he called out, gritting his teeth as he spoke. "Come on, keep going! I'm so close!"

Inside my head, the part of my consciousness that seemed to separate when I was drunk, the part that didn't have any filter, rolled its eyes again. Looks like I'm not going to get to finish tonight, it commented. Sad how well I remember that part of sex, isn't it?

I did my best to ignore that voice. Sure, I didn't come every time that Marsden and I had sex, but no one really did, right? And besides, I always had my vibrator in the back of my underwear drawer. There was no reason that I couldn't give myself a little hand getting over that peak once Marsden was done.

So as I blocked out the sarcastic comments from the alcohol-fueled little corner of my consciousness, I kept on rocking, and felt my fiancé's muscles flex and tense beneath me. "Oh, fuck yes!" he called out, giving one last thrust upwards - and locking his legs so that he kept himself all the way inside of me. "That's it!"