Lesbian Cowboys (7 page)

“Sorry, didn't realize I'd struck a nerve.”

“Well, you did. How about we just drop it?”

“So, there's no one steady in your life…?” I shot her a hot glare, which had her lips pursing in a silent whistle. “Look, I know you're not comfortable around me. Want me to guess why? Or how about you just tell me instead of making me play ‘twenty questions'?”

“Like you said,” I murmured uncomfortably, blood starting to pound against my temples, “it gets a little lonely out here. For the most part, people only come to ride on the weekends.”

She snorted. “Ever have a girl?”

Shock had me stiffening and wondering if I'd jumped to a wrong conclusion about where this was heading because my mind was already in a very nasty gutter. “Do you mean, working here?” I asked, knowing I sounded like I'd strangled on something. “No.”

Her gaze narrowed. “I meant…ever have a girl…in your bed.”

My breath caught. Was she taunting me? “No.”

“Not once? Funny, I thought…” Ariana shook her head. “I didn't mean to offend.”

We sat in silence for a few strained minutes. But I, who never felt easy in my own skin, never knew the right words to explore a possibility so ripe with dangerous undertones, cleared my throat. “What did you think?”

“That you liked what you saw.”

My lips parted. And unexpectedly, moisture filled my eyes. “You must get all kinds of people coming on to you.”

“All kinds, both sexes.” Her lips curved. “But I don't mind
you
looking…” Her head fell back, and she shook out her wet hair. The action made her breasts shiver in a delightful way.

I bit my bottom lip and stared as Ariana's nipples spiked hard, elongating as I watched.

Her arm reached out slowly and draped across the back of the bench. Her fingers played with a lock of my hair. “You do it with all your hired hands?”

There was no use playing like I didn't understand her meaning. “Of course not.”

“But it's nice, isn't it? The convenience of it?”

“It's only convenient if the cowboy understands rules.”

Her finger slid along the outer curve of my ear. “Do you have special rules for a cowgirl?”

I closed my eyes briefly, and then aimed a glare her way, hoping she didn't see how unnerved I was becoming. “I've never had a female hand.”

Ariana's hand slipped over my shoulder and reached down to palm my breast through my shirt. “Is it so different? A man's hand?”

“As night and day.”

“Really? It's just a hand with fingers…” Her thumb and forefinger plucked at my nipple.

“Completely different,” I said, clamping my lips against a tiny sigh. “I've never felt so…”

“Hot?”

“Uneasy,” I blurted.

“That's not good. Want me to stop?” she said, giving my breast another tentative caress.

I opened my mouth to tell her yes, but instead found myself whispering, “I want you to take off your shirt.”

Ariana's head jerked back and a startled laugh ripped the air. Her arm slipped from around my shoulder, and she turned sideways in the seat. “Anytime you want to stop, just let me know,” she said softly. “I won't push. Tomorrow, it'll be like nothing ever happened. If that's what you want.”

Because I felt a little winded by her enthusiasm, I shook my head. “Since I don't know what the hell I want, I guess I'll just play it by ear.”

Ariana smiled, and then gripped the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head. Without meeting my gaze, she cupped her breasts, lifting them and massaging the slight curves. “I'd really like it if you did this for me. My breasts hurt after a long day smashed inside a sports bra.”

Modesty seemed a little ridiculous at this point. I'd asked to see them, after all—it was only a small step to actually touch them. And the sight did make my palms itch. I reached for her breasts and cupped them gently. The nipples scraped deliciously. Her breasts were light and firm, her skin unbelievably soft. Especially the dark ovals of her areolas, which felt like velvet beneath the pads of my fingers.

Her gaze met mine, and she offered me a smile. Then she looked toward the road leading up to the house. “We're far enough off the road here that we could both get naked. Want to do that?”

“It's still light.”

Her glance cut to mine. “Worried I won't like what I see?”

Absurdly, I knew I wouldn't be as modest if a man sat opposite me. “I'm older. Not as firm. And I'm carrying too much weight.”

“Think I haven't already checked your ass out? I'm pretty sure I'm going to like everything you show me. Besides, doesn't this feel unbelievably naughty?”

I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips. “Contrary to what you must think about me, I don't hop into bed with a man this quick.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” Ariana stood and pushed her shorts down her slender hips, standing unashamedly naked in the dwindling light.

I shut my eyes, praying for courage, and rose from my seat. I untucked my shirt from my jeans and slowly unbuttoned it. The bra came next, and I shivered as my nipples grew stiff, dimpling as soon as I let them out to play. My jeans and boots took a little longer, because my hands were shaking, but by the time I was as nude as Ariana, I was smiling, albeit tightly, too.

Ariana's hands grasped both my breasts, lifting them, forcing the heavy mounds upward. She bent and stroked her tongue over one peak, then the other. “Nice, Lacey. Very nice.”

Then she circled behind me, her hands gliding over my buttocks, around again, until she was gliding over my belly, which had begun to quiver. “You know I'm going to want to taste everything.”

Moisture, quick and hot, slid between my folds. “Shall we go inside?” I rasped.

“Afraid the coyotes might see?” she teased.

“I want something soft under my knees.” I reached out tentatively, and twined my fingers with Ariana's, then tugged
her through the door, leading her through the living room and down the darkened hallway to my bedroom. Inside, I didn't flinch when Ariana turned on the overhead light. She headed straight for the bed.

I hovered in the doorway, caught in a moment of indecision.
God, could I really do this?

Ariana climbed onto the mattress and sighed as she stretched diagonally across the coverlet. “Mmm…it's so soft.” Her legs fell open. Her sex, swollen and deep, dark pink, glistened. Her eyelids dipped blissfully as her hand stroked her darkly furred mound.

My mouth grew dry at the lush invitation. “Don't go to sleep on me,” I quipped, trying to cover my awkwardness.

Her lips pursed in a mischievous grin. “As if! I'm waiting for that sweet pussy to slide right over my lips.”

A cowboy had said the same thing to me, long ago. From him it had sounded crude, and I'd hesitated. From Ariana, with a naughty light glittering in her eyes, it was wicked without seeming tawdry.

“How about you let me show you how to love a woman?” she said softly.

I hadn't realized I was worried about not knowing exactly how to arouse this woman, and I relaxed, letting Ariana pull me down beside her until we faced each other on the bed.

“I travel a lot when I'm on the circuit,” Ariana said, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. “And sometimes I have different partners, women and men, that I pick up. I don't care too much about whether I please them. I only worry about whether they'll please me.” Her finger rimmed my lips slowly. “Lacey, I want to show you everything they taught me.”

 

Ari had opened up a whole new world of sensual delights in
that first night. And I had been ravenous to discover more ever since. Not that I was ready to declare that girl-sex was my new preference.

I liked dick. Liked a powerful man stroking deep. Strong, muscled arms encircling me. But lovers, the stick-around kind, hadn't been in the cards for me.

I sighed as Ari's hands unlooped my belt, loosened my jeans and slid beneath the waistband to cup my generous ass.

We stood face-to-face in the stall, our gazes clashing. “Think I don't know what you like about guy-sex?” Ari stepped back and stripped, making quick work of her clothing until her jeans slid down her hips. She wore no panties, just a black harness that wrapped around her waist, more straps disappearing between her legs. She reached down to the blanket where she'd tossed the dildo and inserted it into the fitting at the front of the harness. The dildo, a long, sculpted gel with exaggerated veins and a pair of firm balls, bobbed between her legs.

“Jesus,” I moaned, my pussy already anticipating the stretch and beginning to throb.

“Wait here,” Ari said, her voice tightening.

“As if I have a choice?” I muttered.

Moments later, Ari reappeared, carrying a wooden sawhorse which she set in the hay and then draped with the blanket. She unlooped the end of the rope that she'd tied off on a post and began to wrap it in a coil, bringing me closer.

I kept up the pretense of reluctance, dragging my feet, but the cock was already working on me. My cunt was flushed with heat and growing moist. My breasts were so hard and tight I drew back my shoulders, inviting Ari's gaze, begging silently for her to lean down and bite the straining tips.

But Ari ignored the jut of my chest, gripped my shoulders, and shoved me face-first over the sawhorse.

“This will work better if you take off my clothes, too,” I said hopefully.

A soft snort behind me told me Ari wasn't taking suggestions, but my pants were pushed past my buttocks, and the dildo nudged between them.

“Jesus,” I whispered again, letting out a deep breath when the moistened tip glided down and slid along my slick folds. I tried to make more space for it, but my clothing kept my thighs bound tightly together. Hands clutched my hips, and the dildo glided slowly forward and back, and then withdrew.

One foot was lifted and my boot was removed.

“Guess I was right. It's easier without clothes,” I mumbled.

The other came off and my jeans were jerked down my thighs. At last I was naked. I braced apart my legs, opening my sex, begging again for attention.

A rustling sounded behind me, and then moist kisses landed on my bottom. A tongue glided down the crevice between my asscheeks, circling slowly over my asshole, just long enough to make me worried, but then she stroked downward. Teeth gripped my outer labia, nibbling gently, and then lips sucked. Her wicked tongue stroked into my entrance, while a humming groan vibrated against me. Fingers circled over and over on my clit while lips tugged and tongue stroked. I rose on my toes to tilt my ass higher.

Blood rushed to my head and sex. My clit swelled painfully. Then hands smoothed the backs of my thighs as Ari rose behind me and reached over to grip my shoulders, raising my torso while the smooth gel cock prodded my opening.

“God, please…make it deep.”

A slap jerked me, heat rising in short parallel ribs on my buttocks. The cock found my opening, dipped inside, and held still. “Think I don't know how to fuck?” Ari whispered. “I've
had miles of dick inside me. I've fucked miles of cunt.”

The words, so coarse, spoken in her tight choked voice, elicited a thrill that released a wash of liquid, engulfing the head of the cock poised at my entrance. “I wish you could feel what you do to me…”

“Think I can't? Think I'm not going to get off, too? You're wet and sucking at my cock. When I slam into you, I'm gonna feel it right against my clit.”

“Jesus, just do it. God, Ari.” I rose on toes again, trying to back onto the cock, but she followed the movement, and the crown slipped from my channel.

“Hold still. Don't help. Just feel.” A hand gripped the back of my hair, lifting my head, arching my back, and then her hips slammed forward, and the thick cock rammed deep, pressing deep into my channel, gliding straight until the firm balls slapped my clitoris.

I bucked hard, not caring that she pulled my hair.

Ari wound her hand, tugging my head higher. Only that one hand held me suspended. My arms were still cinched at my sides and my abdomen was stretched, shuddering as she rocked forward and back, plowing deep, rutting like a man into my cunt until it felt hot, the soft tissues abraded by the heavy, veined ridges.

“I need more,” I sobbed.

“What's that?” she said, halting her movements when her belly was pressed against my ass and her cock so deep I felt it at the mouth of my womb. “A cock isn't enough for you?”

“I need more.”

“Gotta be a little more specific,
chica
. Want my tongue, my fingers? Will that be enough?”

“Yes. Your fingers on my clit. Your cock ramming deep.”

Ari came out of me, and her hand let go of my hair. My body
sagged over the sawhorse. She drew me up gently, shoved the structure to the side, then helped me to lie down on the blanket she'd spread on the fragrant straw.

“I'm gonna fuck you like a man. Face-to-face. But you know why this is gonna be better than anything you've ever had?”

As her fingers entered me, I gasped and lifted my knees, letting them splay wide. I shook my head. “Why's it gonna be better?”

“Because I'm a girl. I know what your clit needs, know just how to touch it to make you spark like a wildfire.”

She bent, lifted the hood cloaking my engorged clit, and suckled it, nursing it with her lips. When I began to moan, she drew back, a wicked light in her eyes again. “Not yet, baby.” She came over me, her breasts pressing into mine, her tight little points rubbing my areolas.