Rough in the Saddle (3 page)

They
sat across from each other, some country song playing on the jukebox, and a few
couples dancing in the center of the room. She looked at the man, whose name
she knew was Travis, and realized she hadn’t actually introduced herself yet.

“I’m
Pearl by the way.” She offered her hand, feeling kind of dumb, like she was in
a job interview or something. When he smirked and leaned forward, grabbing her
hand in his much larger, callused one, a shock of electricity moved through
her. She glanced down at his forearms, at the vein-roped, muscular flesh, at
the golden skin against her much darker flesh, and she instantly got wet.

“I’m
Travis.” His voice was so damn deep, so masculine.

She
pulled her hand back, curled her fingers into her palms, and breathed out.

“So,
making Granite your home?”

She
nodded, picked up her drink, and took a long pull from the straw. He picked up the
new beer
Chippy
had given him when Travis was at the
bar, drank from it while watching her, and she felt like she was sitting across
from him butt ass naked. Shifting on her seat, she set her glass down and ran
her hand over the condensation on the lip of the cup.

“I’m
going to be frank, Pearl.”

She
swallowed, licked her lips, and nodded. “Okay.”

He
was silent for a moment. “I want you, obviously.” He lowered her gaze to her
chest, and as if that alone had her nipples coming alive they grew hard. He
smirked, and she forced herself not to cover her chest with her arms.

“You
don’t know me,” Pearl countered. Yeah, she wasn’t a fool, knew the type of man
he
was.The
tempting blue eyes and the sex appeal
probably got a lot of women in his bed. Did she want that? Hell yeah, but maybe
she should play hard to get, make him work for it a little?

She
wasn’t thin like a lot of the women in this bar, like a lot of women in the
city either. She was thick, a curvaceous size eighteen, but her thickness was
proportioned well throughout her body. Her tits were large, her hips wide, and
her thighs and ass bigger than what she’d like when she was younger. But she
was a woman now, liked how her body was, wasn’t ashamed of her appearance when
naked, and the way Travis was looking at her told her he liked what he saw,
too.

“Do
we need to know each other to have one night of incredible fucking?”

His
words sent fire through her veins, had her arousal climbing, and although she
should probably feel pissed that he was being so blunt, she couldn’t deny that
this was what she needed. Looking around, seeing a few of the women glancing at
them, Pearl was about to say something she’d never said to a man she just met.
Staring at Travis she said, “No, we don’t need to know much, Travis.”

His
nostrils flared, and she felt satisfaction that he looked a little taken aback
by her being just as blunt. Maybe this man was used to women being more
submissive, used to them being all giggling and biting their lips. Pearl was
the opposite. She went after what she desired, what she wanted to have in her
life, whether it
be
for work or pleasure.

“That
might have been a better answer than the ones I normally get,” he said and
grinned, flashing
her a
white, straight smile. The
corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement, and she found herself smiling in
return.

“I
just want to forget about a lot of shitty things right now, and I think you can
help me with that.”

His
smile vanished, his expression sobered, and he leaned back in his seat. “Baby,
I can make you forget your name by the end of the night.”

Chapter
Three

They’d
gone back to her place, and to say it was a bit odd to be in Shirley’s house
was weird, especially since he was about to screw her granddaughter. He hadn’t known
the older woman that well when she’d been alive, just that she’d been a very
kind and generous woman, helping out the community even though she’d been old
and alone. He never saw a lot of family visit her, and that made him feel
sympathy for the older woman, even though a lot of the town looked upon her
like a grandmother. In the few instances Travis and his brothers had met
Shirley she’d been all smiles and handing out baggies of cookies she’d made
that day.

Pearl
led them into the large Victorian style home, and once the door was shut she
turned and faced him. The lights were off, the shadows wrapping around her. She
was gorgeous, so fucking hot that he’d gotten an instant hard-on when he’d seen
her sitting at the bar. They’d spoken for another hour or so at Dickie’s before
leaving and coming back here.

“I’ll
be honest,” she said softly. “I’ve never brought home a man, and never had a
one-night stand.” She looked away, but he couldn’t see her face very well
because the shadows from the night wrapped around her. He knew she was
embarrassed though, and maybe felt weird bringing him home. He wished he could
say he felt the same way, but the truth was he was still so fucking hard, and
thinking of burying his cock in her body.

“I
can honestly say I’ve never gone home with a woman on the first night either.”
And that was the damn truth. She gave him a look that said “what the fuck
ever”, and he chuckled at that expression. “That’s the truth, but that’s not to
say I haven’t taken them to my place or a motel.” Now he felt like a prick for
even bringing that up, but she chuckled in response.

“You’re
sneaky with words.”

He
grinned, and in the next instant he was right in front of her. He held her for
a moment, listening to her breathing hitch as he wrapped his hands around her
wide hips, squeezing her flesh, and feeling his cock jerk behind his fly. They
had only driven about five minutes to get to her grandmother’s place, and yet
it seemed like it had taken forever. He’d had a couple of beers, but was far
from drunk, not even buzzed. He wanted her naked, spread out before him so he
could feast on her body.

She
held his hand as she led them up the stairs, and the scent of vanilla came from
her. He held in his groan of approval, tightened his hand that was grasped in
hers into a tight first, and breathed out. He’d have her soon enough. They
entered a room at the end of the hall, and once the door was shut she moved up
a few feet.

The
lights stayed off, and he stared at her ass, big, juicy, and all his for the
night. She turned around, and he forced himself not to grab his dick and stroke
himself at how fucking hot she looked. She couldn’t be in her thirties yet, her
skin smooth, flawless.

Travis
stared at Pearl, feeling the alcohol move through his veins, as well as the
need to fuck her. He’d been called insatiable with his need to fuck, and maybe
that was true, but right now all he was focused on was ripping her little
outfit off, spreading those creamy, brown thighs, and shoving his dick deep in
her body. His cock was hard, throbbing, aching, and his balls were drawn up
tight to his body.

Had
he ever been this hard for a woman? He was drunk enough that he felt good in
that respect, but not intoxicated enough that he didn’t know what he was doing,
or would have whisky dick. She had a few droplets of perspiration on her
forehead, her long black hair was twisted in some kind of braid over her
shoulder, and her dark, supple flesh called to him. He’d been with women with
darker skin before, loved every female that he came in contact with, and was
about to tear Pearl up in only the best of ways.

“You
look like you want to eat me alive,” Pearl said on this breathy moan.

“
Darlin
’, you have no fucking clue how much I’m going to eat
you up.” He took a step forward, started undoing his belt, and when it was
undone he pulled it from the loops. He then started unbuttoning his flannel,
keeping his gaze locked on Pearl, taking in every aspect of her body. She had
big breasts, ones that tightened the material of her shirt every time she inhaled.
She had hard little nipples, and he wanted to tear the silk material of her
shirt away and feast on her tits, suck on her nipples, and see how much harder
he could get them.

“Are
you always this … intense?” she asked and licked her plump, red lips.

“Baby,
you’re about to see exactly how intense I am when it’s concerning something I
want.” He saw her visibly shiver, and grinned, loving that she was putty in his
hands and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He had his shirt undone, but stopped
when he was a foot from her. “Take the shirt off, and do it nice and slow. Give
me a show,
darlin
’.” He was aware of how deep his
voice was, thick with arousal.

She
listened to him right away, and he felt a thrill of pleasure move through him
at the fact she obeyed. When she had the first few buttons undone, her tits
popping out through the gap in the material, he reached down and palmed his
cock through his jeans. His dick was harder than the granite that lined his
kitchen, and he felt the pre-cum line the slit and start to make a wet spot in
the front of his pants. He ached to be inside of her, to feel her tight, hot,
and wet cunt clenching around his shaft.

“Slow
enough?” she asked with an almost challenge in her voice, and he smirked, about
to tell her that she was playing with fire. She had no control in this
situation. He was the dominant one, the one that called the shots. She pulled
the material of her shirt all the way open and showed her big as hell tits
hidden behind transparent lace. His words lodged in his throat, his cock jerked
behind his fly, and his mouth dried.

“Yeah,
just like that, baby,” he said low, almost threatening in manner.

She
tossed the shirt aside, and instantly undid her bra, showing him those big,
glorious breasts. Her milk chocolate colored flesh was smooth, creamy in
appearance. Her breasts were tipped with darker brown colored nipples. His
tongue swelled, his mouth watered instantly, and in the next second he was in
front of her.

Travis
grabbed both breasts in his hands, molded his fingers around the soft flesh,
and lowered his face to those luscious mounds. He licked at the turgid peaks,
sucked on them until she was breathing hard for him and had her hands on his
shoulders, her nails in his flesh. He didn’t stop, didn’t even think about
ending this moment until he pulled back and saw that her areolas were tight,
her nipples elongated from his suctioning, and the scent of her heat filled his
head.

Standing
fully, he looked down at her and rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip,
thinking of all the nasty, filthy good fucking things he wanted to have her do
with that pretty mouth of hers. He was to the point where he was almost too
far-gone to care if he was going too fast. He unlatched his buckle from his
belt, undid the button, and ripped the zipper of his jeans down, pulled out his
dick, and stroked it from root to tip. The head was slick with his pre-cum, and
he smeared the fluid around the crown.

She
lowered her gaze to his shaft, licked her lips, and he groaned in response.
“You’re really big, Travis.”

He
wasn’t arrogant in any manner, but he knew his cock was big, had heard it from
some of the women he’d fucked in the past. “You want to suck on my cock, pretty
girl?”

She
lifted her gaze to his face. “You make it sound like it should be a treat to
have your dick in my mouth.” She lifted a dark, arched eyebrow, trying to be a
smartass no doubt, but sounding breathy as hell.

“When
my cock is in your mouth, and you’re swallowing
my cum
,
then we’ll talk about treats.” He grinned, and the way she widened her eyes,
but promptly narrowed them, told Travis this woman was a spitfire when she
wanted to be. “Now, how ‘bout we move this along, darling?” He reached out
again and stroked her lips, forced his thumb into her mouth, and made her taste
the cum
that covered the digit.

She
sucked his thumb into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it, and he watched
her lips the entire time. This woman wasn’t a prude, wasn’t shy about doing
what she wanted either. She pushed his hand away and lowered herself to the
ground.

Travis
stared down at her, ran his hand over her hair, and grabbed a chunk. When her
lush, ruby-red lips opened, he could feel the little pants of her breath brush
across his cock. His dick gave a hard jerk. Taking hold of her chin with his fingers,
he tilted her head back and forced her to look at him.

“All
I can picture is me thrusting my dick into you, filling you with my cum so you
smell like me, and making you so damn sore you can’t even sit without thinking
about my cock in your body.”

A
gasp left her.
 
“You have a dirty damn
mouth.”

“You
haven’t seen anything yet, baby.”

Chapter
Four

Pearl
didn’t know what the hell had gotten into her—well, she did, and it was because
of this man right here. He screamed sex appeal, roared out that he knew how to
fuck a woman and make sure she was thoroughly satisfied. Of course she wasn’t a
virgin, but she also wasn’t a slut. Pearl didn’t sleep with random men,
especially when she just came to a new town. But she’d had some drinks, done a
little harmless flirting, and now she found herself back at her grandmother’s
home to fuck this man. Hell, she didn’t even know his last name, but he didn’t
know her last name either.

His
cock was huge, thick and long, and the biggest she’d ever seen. But he was a
big man all around, strong and tall, clearly doing manual labor given the
calluses that lined his thick fingers and the bulging muscles that were under
his tanned, golden flesh. She wanted those strong, long fingers stroking over
her flesh, those lips caressing the most sensitive, intimate parts of her. To
have all that raw power wrapped up in a six-foot-six frame and
over-two-hundred-pound package was almost too much for a woman to handle, but
she wanted to try.

They
hadn’t even kissed yet, but here she was, on her knees, his dick standing at
attention a few inches from her lips. She smelled him, the wild, masculine
aroma that was all Travis. She felt his hand slide along the back of her neck,
gripping her nape tightly and pulling her forward. Bracing her hands on his
muscled, denim covered
thighs,
she opened her mouth
wider and ran her tongue over the flared head of his cock. He groaned,
then
started fucking her mouth, in and out, harder and
faster until his cockhead hit the back of her throat. She gagged, and he backed
off, but he didn’t stop, and Pearl found herself not wanting him to either. She
could almost picture him above her, his cock thrusting into her with all that
aggression. God, had she ever met a man that had raw sexuality pouring off of
him like it was from Travis?

You know the answer to that. No,
you’ve never met a man quite like Travis, that’s for damn sure.

Her
pussy was wet, so incredibly soaked that she felt her panties become saturated,
felt her clit throb with desire.

“I
want inside of you, Pearl. I want my dick in your sweet little cunt so fucking
badly I ache.
So.
Fucking.
Bad.”

A
shiver coasted over her and cooled her overheated flesh. Her nipples poked
obscenely out, chilled from her arousal and the coldness in the air.

 
He wrapped his hands around her waist and
lifted her off the ground before she could suck his dick properly, and God did
she want to suck his dick. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her
flush with his body, and her breasts shook from side-to-side with the motion.

All
his hard, defined lines were flush with her softer, fuller ones. A gush of
moisture left her at the contact, and she wanted her pants and panties off,
wanted his fingers and mouth on her, touching her, making her come. When she
felt the impressive outline of his erection pressed against her belly, the
slickness of his pre-cum wetting her flesh, she had to clench her thighs
together to stem off her intense arousal.

Travis
wasn’t slow and gentle in any way, not in the way he touched her, or when he stared
at her. He was touching her
possessively,
like he had
a claim on her, and Lord in heaven did she want to be claimed by him. He ran
his hand along her side, over her belly, and cupped her breasts. She was a
fuller, bigger woman, with curves and lumps on her body, but she loved every
part of her, every inch of her form. Maybe she liked being wanton with Travis.
Maybe she liked acting totally out of character with him. She was grieving from
her grandmother’s death, pained that she had to be here, starting her life over
because she was truly alone in the world now.

Pushing
her thoughts away, and only focusing on this moment, she arched her back,
thrusting her chest further into his body. The slow glide of his lips along her
jaw had her closing her eyes and letting her head fall back, giving him better
access. He was a skilled lover, that was for sure, and she’d never felt so
thoroughly wanted before. Yeah, this was so a one-night stand, but who in the
hell cared if she never crossed paths with him again? She’d enjoy their time
together. He moved his other hand against her lower back and slowly pushed it
way lower until he cupped her ass.

“Oh, God.”
She hadn’t meant to say
anything, but the feel of one of his hands covering her ass and the other
cupping her breast was driving all common sense out of her. When he started
moving his thumb over her hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure,
she would have given him anything he wanted at that moment, even if it made her
seem weak and submissive. Pearl was far from the submissive, giving type in the
bedroom. In fact, she normally took control, but hell, Travis was doing fine
leading the way.

“Baby,
you feel really fucking good against me, and I want to see all of you.” He
breathed against her throat, and as if to emphasize his point, he thrust
against her belly, grinding his dick into her and reminding her exactly why she
was here. “You want my mouth on your pussy, want me licking you until you come
all over my face, don’t you?” His voice was so deep and rough it was like a
wild animal growling.

A
shiver worked through her, and she found herself nodding, not able to find the
words to express how dirty she wanted to get with him. She turned her head,
needing to feel his mouth on hers. He dragged his mouth back up her neck, over
her jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of her mouth.

“I
think we should get back to what we were doing before I lost my control and had
to kiss you.” He continued to kiss and lick the side of her mouth, not giving
her what she really wanted, but teasing her that he would.

“Let’s
get to it then, cowboy.” She wanted pure, unadulterated sex with him, and she
was done wasting time. He pulled back and gazed down at her face. Her breath
caught at the look he gave her. He moved his thumb along the puckered flesh of
her nipple, and continued to caress her ass with his other hand.

“I
want you to finish stripping for me, then get back on your knees and suck my
cock.” Travis stood
there,
his jeans open at the
zipper, his bigger than life belt buckle seeming to glint in the darkness, and
the material parted to show his huge erection. “Finish getting undressed. Show
me that wet pussy of yours.”

Hearing
him say those words had her pulse throbbing between her thighs and a fresh gush
of moisture leaving her pussy.

“The
pants and panties, Pearl.” His voice hitched, and she could see his chest
rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at her breasts, then lower still
to where she grabbed the edge of her pants. She slid the button of her jeans
through the buttonhole and drew the zipper down. She hooked her fingers under
the edge of her pants and panties and started to push them down her thighs.
Even though the chilled air hit every part of her, the very knowledge that he
was staring at her had her body hot.

When
she tossed the garments free she stood there, gaze locked on his. Pearl let her
gaze travel down the length of his body again, and stayed a little longer
admiring the tight V of muscles that disappeared beneath his jeans. She swore
he could hear her heart beating, could see it slamming against her ribcage. She
felt soaked and squeezed her legs together.

“God,
you’re fucking gorgeous.” He sounded out of breath.

She
hadn’t realized she lowered her head until she felt Travis lift her chin with
his finger. She was caught up in his liquid-blue stare and found herself
drowning in the depths of it, wanting to know this man more than what this one
night offered.

No, don’t even think that. You
just got into town, and tonight
is
about forgetting
about the shit going on in your life, and only feeling pleasure.

“On your knees.”
His hand landed on her shoulder,
and he gently pushed her down until she was doing exactly what he’d just
ordered.

The
cold, hard wood beneath her knees sent a flash of discomfort up her body, but
the sight before her had that pain vanishing. His erection was right in front
of her again, and her mouth watered for another taste. Lifting her head, she
looked into his face and held her breath at the expression he had. It was
haunting, dark and dominating, and she didn’t think she had ever seen anything
so beautiful or powerful.

“Pearl.”
He breathed her name out. He
cleared his throat and dropped his hands so they hung at his sides. “Suck my
cock, baby.”

She
licked her lips, and Travis groaned above her. Gaze heavy lidded and face a
little flushed, Travis looked fierce from his need.

“Go
on, Pearl baby, take my dick and suck it into that pretty little mouth of
yours. Make me come, work for it.”

She
didn’t waste another minute. Pearl wrapped her hand around the hard, impossibly
thick length of his shaft. He grunted from the contact, but she didn’t stop her
task at hand. Squeezing her thighs together, as if that would solve her current
problem, Pearl felt her throat tighten and her body hum with arousal. Leaning
forward, she engulfed the crown into her mouth.

He
groaned above her and speared his hands into her hair, his nails digging into
her scalp. The sting of pain had her sucking in more of his length and running
her tongue along the underside of his penis. His taste was slightly salty but
had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. Pearl moaned around him,
trying to get even more of him in her mouth until she felt the tip of him hit
the back of her throat.

“Christ,
baby. That’s it, Pearl, take it all. Suck it deep into your throat.” Travis
groaned and jerked in her mouth, causing her eyes to water. She braced her
hands on his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out of her
mouth and then push back in. He fucked her mouth slow and easy, and she found
herself moving her tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his
semen coated her taste buds.

A
carnal need to taste all of him, to have his cum slide down her throat, spurred
her motions. She started bobbing her head along his length at the same time he
thrust in and out.

“Yes.
Oh fuck, yes.” His hold on her hair tightened, and his thrusting hips became
more frantic in his need for release. “Take it all. Take all of my fucking
cock, baby.”

“
Mmm
.”
Closing her eyes she focused on
getting him off, like she was addicted to the taste of his cum or something and
just had to have it in her mouth, down her throat. She had never thought giving
a man head could bring her so much pleasure, but her pussy was soaked and her
pulse was pounding in her clit.

Travis
thrust once, twice, and stilled on the third as he buried his dick all the way
in her mouth. She felt his balls bump her chin and his cum coat the back of her
throat as he got off. His orgasm was powerful, and she felt her own pleasure
mounting, needing to be released. She wanted to reach between her thighs and
rub herself, knew that it would only take a few hard strokes on her engorged
clit to make that happen.

Just
as she let one of her hands snake down her belly and between her legs, Travis’s
grip tightened on her hair, and he pushed her back. His hold on her head stayed
strong, and when his cock slipped from her lips he forced her to look at him.
She felt a drop of his cum on her bottom lip, and he reached out with his thumb,
collected the semen, and pushed the pad of his digit into her mouth, making her
lick it clean.

He
hauled her up, and Pearl’s breasts swayed from the force of the action. His
mouth crashed against hers, and his hands slid down her body to cup her ass
once more. His cock was starting to harden again between their bodies, and she
pressed closer, needing the contact. Travis ran his tongue along her bottom
lip, and she wondered if she would be able to deny him anything, especially
when it seemed her body was now running the show, and she wanted to do whatever
he said so he’d give her the pleasure she needed desperately.