Lust in the Dust
Copyright © Lanette Curington / Lani Aames
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction.
I had saved for months for my dream vacation at a dude ranch out west. On the trip out, I became more and more excited. Rough, rugged, handsome cowboys at my fingertips for a whole week! Yee-hah!
The reality didn't disappoint me, and my group's guide was the pick of the herd. He was tall and lean with sun-bleached blond hair and light eyes. He said to call him Bronc, and that day, all I could think of was how I wanted to ride that bucking Bronc!
I could feel Bronc's gaze on me as I went through orientation. During meals, we sat next to each other. He was no more attentive to me than the others in the group—the guides weren't supposed to fraternize with the guests. Still, I could see the promise in the depths of his slate blue eyes and shivered in anticipation.
After several days of flirting, quiet conversations, and stolen kisses, we headed out one morning with the group for the overnight trail ride. All were tired by the time we set up camp and ate supper. After cleanup, everyone else settled down for the night, but Bronc grabbed me by the arm and pulled me along a path into the trees. "I want to show you something."
When we reached the crest of the hill, the trees gave way to a small clearing bathed in moonlight. It was a beautiful spot, and when Bronc swung me into his arms to kiss me, I wasn't surprised.
His tongue swept through my mouth, and I grew hot and tingly, my clit throbbing with my need for him. I reached for the hard bulge in his jeans, and his cock grew even more rigid as I fondled him.
His lips blazed a trail along my jaw, down my throat, to the deep vee between my breasts. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. He then slipped his fingers under my sports bra, and the cool night air caressed my skin as he lifted it free.
"Beautiful," he murmured, bending his head. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue raking the point until I wanted to scream with relief.
"Oh, Bronc, now," I moaned, my breath coming in short gasps. "I only have a few more days, and I don't want to waste another second."
He released my nipple and chuckled. "We won't. I've been waiting for this all week, sweet Jenna. But we don't have to rush. We have all night."
He took my other nipple into his clever mouth, his tongue once again stirring the need in me to a fever pitch. As he swiped my nipple again and again, his hand slid into my jeans. His palm covered my mound while his fingers delved into my wet slit. Another moan escaped my throat, and I rocked my hips from side to side, rubbing my clit on his fingers.
Just before I exploded, he withdrew. My body burning with the heat of desire, I writhed against him.
"I want to be inside you when you come, Jenna," he whispered hoarsely.
"And I want you inside me," I murmured.
He helped me remove my jeans, panties, and boots. The cool night air caressed my heated skin. I stretched out, lying on my clothes, and watched him undress. He toed off his boots, then unbuckled his belt and undid the button of his jeans. Slowly, he unzipped over his large bulge and pushed jeans and briefs down his long, lean legs.
His cock stood out from his body, long and rigid, and I couldn't wait for him to be inside me. When he dropped to his knees, I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed him to the ground.
I threw my leg over him and eased down until his cock filled my pussy. He bucked beneath me, driving in and out, and I moved with him, bouncing to keep up with his rhythm. I watched him, moonlight making the sweat on his body glisten. I ran my hands up over his stomach and ribs to his nipples. I leaned over and licked one, swirling my tongue over the pebbled hardness.
He groaned and increased his thrusts. With each of his up strokes, my clit made contact with him and the urgency drove our movements into a frenzy.
We stiffened and moaned at the same time. My body surged with my release, and Bronc reared, his cock driving deeper until he shot his cum into me. I collapsed against him, listening to our heaving breaths. Then he rolled me to his side and held me close. When our breathing returned to normal, he kissed me, his free hand caressing my breast. "That was amazing. You're amazing, Jenna."
"So are you, Bronc." I looked up at him and by the light of the full moon saw the satisfaction on his face. "You made my vacation extra special."
"Too bad it has to end." He winked at me suggestively. "But there's always next year."
"Yeah. Yeah, there is." I sighed contentedly, already planning my trip next summer.
"Until then..." He rolled over on top of me and kissed me deeply. "We still have three more days...and nights."