Tara's Revenge [Cattleman's Club 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4
Ripping himself free of the addictive taste of her pussy, Travis fumbled with his own clothes, barely managing to do more than get his zipper down and free his cock before he was straightening back up and lifting Tara clear off her feet. Instantly, her legs were wrapping around him, her ankles locking together in the small of his back as she tilted her hips, welcoming Travis into her body even as he lined up the throbbing head of his cock with the wet clench of muscles guarding her sheath.
Then he was pushing in, sinking into a heaven that felt as necessary and inevitable as the very air burning in his lungs. She was hot, wet, slick, and so damn tight he couldn’t catch his breath. Heaven. That was what it felt like to sink into Tara’s pussy and feel her velvety walls clench and ripple around him. The last thing Travis wanted her hear was the word flying out of Tara’s mouth in a panic.
“Wait!”
“Can’t.” Travis couldn’t stop now, and from the flex of her hips, he knew Tara didn’t really want him too, anyway.
The little woman was already fucking herself along his length, matching the sway of his hips as Travis teased himself with little motions that set off endless showers of delight. The sparkling pleasure drowned out Tara’s gasp, but a distant part of his brain registered her one-word complaint.
“Condom.”
Condom? Oh, shit.
It was all the way in his back pocket, and Travis didn’t think he had the strength to pull free of Tara’s clinging cunt and put it on. In fact, he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop now. He couldn’t go back or let go of the amazing sensation of feeling Tara flesh to flesh. Travis didn’t think she could either.
She may have had the mind a moment ago to object, but now she was pumping her hips, fucking herself along his length faster and faster as her breaths shortened into heavy pants. Tara was working herself straight toward a climax, and that was a ride Travis planned on joining her for.
Forgetting all about the condom, he began to fuck her back, thrusting hard and deep into her spasming depths as he drove her squeals and moans to ever higher octaves. Then she was screaming, the fiery proof of her release bathing him in a warm tide of heated cream that had his dick swelling impossibly larger and his hips pounding with a speed that had every one of his muscles straining.
They quivered beneath the tightening band of rapture that wound its way through him until finally it snapped, and his balls unloaded with a rush echoed by Travis’s roar. He heaved and cursed as an ecstasy too fine and sharp for words cut through him, leaving him with only one thought.
He was so doing that again.
Chapter 4
Worn out and trembling, pinned against the wall, Tara felt as if she’d gotten run over by a Mac truck. That was how hard her release had hit her. Nothing had ever compared. Of course that was a very low standard. Tara smiled with that thought, a sense of exhilaration consuming her as Travis muttered an obscenity as his hips began to slowly pump back and forth.
His cock was still hard, still naked, but Tara couldn’t drum up the energy to worry right then. All that mattered were the delicious tendrils of delight once again winding through her. They gained intensity as he gained speed, his hands coming down to hold her hips steady as, this time, he took full control of the moment, driving her steadily, slowly insane.
Travis’s broad, thick shoulders flexed beneath her hands as she clung to him, allowing him to take her as he wanted. What he seemed to want was everything. Capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invaded her mouth just as his cock pumped harder and deeper within her, overwhelming Tara with the pleasure. All she wanted to do was return the favor.
That was just what she did as she clamped her lips down around his tongue and sucked hard, making him grunt and pound into her with even more force. Whatever strings had been holding him back, she’d snapped them and unleashed the beast. Tara didn’t regret that for a second as Travis fucked her with a ruthless savagery that had her screaming with the pleasure searing through her veins.
Every flex of his hips dragged his thick dick down the sensitive walls of her sheath, and when he slammed back in, the bold, flared knob of his cockhead banged into the sweetest spot, one that Richard had never touched. No man had. No man but Travis.
He was something else, and she had made the right decision to come home with him. It was a decision Tara knew she’d never regret because this memory was going to burn for a long time. Right then she was going up in flames. The searing burst of ecstasy that shot through her had Tara writhing with the soul-shattering rapture.
Releasing Travis’s tongue to scream with the force of her climax and give voice to the unbelievable pleasure pounding through her with every rough stroke of Travis’s dick, she dug her nails deeper into his shoulders and held on as he fucked her right through one release and then another before leaving her weeping as the third one rolled through her with a strength that drained her of all of hers.
Thankfully, Travis came with her, shouting out with the power of his own release. He trembled and shook around her as his cock flooded her with the heated wash of his seed. Then he was collapsing against her, pinning her to the wall as he heaved with pants so deep they shook his body.
They stayed like that, clinging to each other until Tara’s muscles began to cramp. She couldn’t help but shift as she grew more uncomfortable. Travis responded instantly with a heavy sigh. Then he was straightening up, his big, heated palms curving around her ass to hold her against him as he carried her through a darkened living room and down a narrowed hall. Travis didn’t let go of her until they reached the bathroom he’d headed toward.
Travis clicked on a light to reveal a standard-issue bathroom with a tub-shower combo that looked like it had seen better days. Tara tried not to judge, but there was something off-putting about even the checkerboard tile beneath her feet, which Travis lowered down to the checkerboard floor as he slowly slid free of her body.
Tara cringed slightly as her legs took her weight once again. They still trembled with the aftershocks of the orgasms Travis had already treated her to. It was a hard reminder of what had just happened. Things had spun completely out of control, and Tara was loving every second of it.
The night had only just begun. That was clear from the hard, sticky length of the cock bobbing against her stomach. Tara stared down at it, her mind slowly working its way around to her long-forgotten concern. When the sudden realization hit, her eyes flew up to connect with Travis’s.
His brilliant gaze was mixed with equal parts lust and concern. He wasn’t concerned about the same thing, though. As reached out to cup her chin and run a finger over her cheek, he had only one question to ask her.
“I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?”
Tara couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yes, but I liked it.”
They shared a grin and a moment of understanding that faded away as Tara’s mind returned to her own worry. “But you didn’t wear a condom.”
That had Travis sobering up. “I know. I’ve never…it was just too good, and I’m clean. I’ll get you the blood results if you want.”
Tara hesitated before nodding. “Fine, but if you get me pregnant⎯“
“I thought you said you were on birth control,” Travis cut in with a frown.
“I am, but accidents happen, and you will be involved in your child’s life if one does.”
“Of course,” Travis answered without hesitation, soothing at least one of Tara’s fears.
“And you will be wearing a condom from now on,” Tara insisted, and this time Travis hesitated before, finally, begrudgingly agreeing.
“Fine.”
“I mean it,” Tara stressed, sensing his reluctance. “No more fucking me into forgetting that I mean it, either.”
“Fine.” Travis scowled, proving that it was clearly not fine at all.
That was all right. He didn’t have to be pleased. He just had to be obedient. Travis proved himself capable of that as he turned around to pull out a pile of con
doms from one the vanity’s drawers. Slapping them down on the counter, he ordered her to strip. They were going to be putting that pile to use.
While normally such arrogance and command would have irked her, Tara found herself strangely tickled by his attitude, or maybe it was the novelty of standing there half dressed before a damn near fully dressed man. Not that she’d ever been ashamed of her body, but Tara was certainly not accustomed to showing it off.
The glimmer in Travis’s narrowed gaze assured her that he was enjoying the show, though, and that filled her with a strange sense of confidence that she’d never known before. She even found the strange ability to shoot him a sultry look before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain on him.
By the time she had the hot water going, Travis was joining her. He pressed in close behind her, not that there was much room for him to do otherwise. The stall was small, the water pressure lacking, but none of that mattered to Tara as Travis’s strong arms wrapped around her and snuggled her back against his heat and hardness.
“Here, let me.”
Taking the bar of soap that she’d picked up, he lathered his own hands and began to slowly, methodically, clean every part of her body. His fingers worked over her with a skill that had her melting back against him, moaning with the pleasure that began to thicken once again in her veins. Travis didn’t take her, though, despite the fact that she could feel the hard ridge of his erection burrowing in between the cheeks of her ass.
He was thick, hot, and ready for action, but instead, Travis put her first, lathering up his hands once again before cupping her mound and cleaning her folds with gentle care that had cunt weeping with a different type of need. It was a need that simmered deep within her, making Tara twist and pant within Travis’s arms until he finally turned her around, but when she thought he’d take her, he, instead, claimed her mouth in a sensual kiss that matched the hands working the tension right out of her back.
Travis’s rough, callused fingers circled her spine, igniting a frenzy of sparkling delight that had her rubbing against him in an open invitation. Her motions stilled, though, as his hands slid down around her ass, his fingers dipping between her cheeks to tease the entrance hidden there.
“You’ve never been taken here, have you?” Travis murmured as he circled the tight ring of muscles clenched to bar him from going any farther.
“Yes,” Tara swallowed, remembering Richard’s attempt to experiment. It was not a pleasant memory. “I have and…I don’t⎯“
“Shhh.” Travis kissed the words right off her lips before lifting his chin to smile so sweetly down at her. “It’s no good unless it’s done right, and I’m going to do you right, sunshine. Don’t doubt that for a minute.”
She didn’t. It helped, though, that he didn’t force the issue right then. Instead, Travis’s touch withdrew as he stepped back to offer her the bar of soap.
“You ready to do me?”
Tara had to laugh at that and his hopeful look, knowing that the double meaning behind his words was no accident. “Sure, but just so know, I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk you through it,” Travis assured her with a mischievous wink.
“I guess then I’ll try to be obedient,” Tara teased him back.
“Honey, you don’t have to be anything but you.”
That was the sweetest thing any man had ever said to her, and it emboldened Tara to enjoy herself and take her time. Lathering up her hands, she began at his shoulders, allowing her fingers to curl around his muscles and truly test his strength with a massaging grip that had Travis’s eyes fluttering closed.
With a gentle smile pulling at his lips, he let her know just how much he was enjoying her touch as she allowed her hands to slide down his arms. Slowly, she learned just where he was sensitive, where he was ticklish, and how hard he actually was. Everywhere her hands roamed, they flowed over bulges and ridges of muscles that quivered beneath her fingertips.
The small tremors went to prove what kind of power she had over this magnificent man. It was a heady realization, which had Tara going slowing and drawing out the moment for both of their pleasures. As her fingers finally traced over the sleek creases lining his stomach, she felt Travis’s muscles contract, his breath catching, and she knew that he was tensing in anticipation of where her hands were headed.
Tara teased him, allowing her fingers to slip over the narrow band of his hips, only to slide all the way down his legs as she went to her knees. Taking her time and ignoring the swollen, flushed cock bobbing before her nose, Tara used both hands to wash each one of his legs at a time, marveling over just how thick his thighs actually were. That was a lot of power, and her cunt clenched with the memory of just how good it had felt to be on the receiving end when that power unleashed.
Nothing and nobody compared to the pleasure that Travis had already treated her to, and all Tara wanted to do was return the favor. So, she worked her way back up to the dick weeping for her attention. Cupping his balls in one firm grip, she allowed her other hand to curl around his thick length and slowly massaged both of them in unison.
Travis’s reaction was instantaneous. He groaned and arched into her touch, silently asking for more. It was a request Tara didn’t have in her to deny. She wanted more. He was so hot, so velvety, beneath her fingers, and she wanted to take a taste. That was another first for her.
Sucking cock, though, wasn’t. She’d just never enjoyed it before. This time was different. Travis was different. He was smooth and hard and tasted like heaven, addicting her with the first lick of her tongue over the flared head of his cock. Travis jerked as if she’d whipped him, but Tara knew he was feeling nothing but pleasure as his cock heaved beneath her lips.
Tara kept them closed and teased him as she began to massage the length of his cock, pumping it with her hand in a rhythm Travis’s hips quickly matched. She knew she was driving him steadily crazy as she dipped her chin and captured one of his balls with her mouth. Instantly Travis groaned, his hands coming to grip her head, but he didn’t force her into any motion, only held her steady as she sucked on his balls until the need inside of her demanded more.
Tara wanted to fuck, but more than that, she wanted to please Travis. She knew just how to do that. Releasing his balls to allow her tongue to trace its way back up the thick, heated length of his dick, Tara finally brushed a real kiss over the weeping eye crowning the top of his swollen head. Then her lips parted, and she began to slide back down his cock.
Travis groaned again, his fingers tightening in her hair, but still they didn’t take command of her motions or the speed of her descent. Instead, he let her set the pace, feeding her sense of empowerment and spurring her to take him deeper. Tara tried, but there was only so far she could go. She curled her hands around the rest of his long length and pumped as she tightened her lips around him and began to suck.
She wanted to go slowly, had meant to go slowly, but Travis’s groans and moans drove her bob faster as his escalating pleasure fed her own. Soon his hands were taking command, his need obviously overwhelming him as he forced her into an almost impossibly fast pace. It was exciting, exhilarating, and she almost damn near came with him when he finally roared out with his release.
The thick proof of his pleasure shot deep into her throat, choking Tara for a moment before she instinctively swallowed. She didn’t manage to catch it all, but that was all right. The hot spray raining down over her head washed Travis’s cock clean as she finally pulled back, the hands gripping her hair relaxing now and giving her the room to release him.
Tara relaxed back on her heels to admire the fact that he was still hard, still thick. The man was impressive, and for a moment there, he’d been totally at her mercy. The best part was the way he was staring down at her. Travis’s eyes glowed with both satisfaction and amazement, and she knew she’d done good. She’d done better than that, and she was about to get her reward.
Tara could just sense it.
* * * *
Travis gazed down at the woman smiling so sweetly up at him and knew that Tara was proud of herself. She had every right to be. He’d been blown by a lot of women in his lifetime, but none had been so innocently curious and so wantonly hungry. It was a volatile combination that had fueled his desire in ways that he’d never experienced before.
That probably should have scared him, but right then, Travis couldn’t muster the energy to care about anything but showing Tara just how special she was to him. That was a first. No woman had ever been special, not to him. Neither had he felt the overwhelming need to be gentle, even tender with her, but Travis felt those soft emotions weakening him as he bent down to lift Tara off the floor and into his arms.
Her lush curves settled against him as if she’d been made for his arms, and he carried her weight easily, even managing to reach out a hand to snap off the water before he carried her wet right to his bed and spread her out amongst the rumpled sheets. She probably deserved better, but that didn’t mean he’d let her go. Instead, he planned to make up for his messy bed in other ways.
It started with him retrieving both a bottle of heated oil and a slender dildo from his toy drawer before joining her. Tara tracked his motions, watching him with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes as he carried both items back to the bed.
“You don’t really think that compares, do you?” Tara asked, her husky tone holding a hint of amusement, and Travis couldn’t help but laugh, answering without thought.
“Not hardly. This is what we use on women to torment them.” He knew the moment her smile dipped that he’d made a mistake and rushed to fix it. “But don’t worry. We clean it thoroughly.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Tara muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Travis couldn’t help but take a little insult at her tone.
“I’ve seen your bathroom, Travis…and your bedroom,” Tara tacked on with a pointed glance around the messy room.