Rustled (4 page)

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Something was
different, I couldn’t say what. Russ’s breathing had quieted, but I could feel
his chest moving against mine, so that wasn’t it. His arm was still around my
waist, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was holding me more firmly. I risked moving
a little, causing him to open up his body and flop over on his back. Bereft of
his warm embrace, I would have been disappointed if it hadn’t given me the access
to his body that would advance my plan.

Only now, I
felt a little sleazy about it. It was wrong to manipulate him, wasn’t it? He
had taken the best care of me he could. And, he had been a perfect gentleman,
except for that first few hours when both of us were naked while waiting for
our clothes to dry. Even that was understandable. Staying in those wet clothes
would have made it impossible for him to warm me in the meagerly furnished
cabin. A rush of gratitude sent a warm feeling running through my body. He
deserved a reward for that, didn’t he? Would he consider it a reward if I
offered him my body, willingly?

I wasn’t built
like a model, nor did I have a model’s looks. But men turned their heads when I
walked by, especially back when I was a teen and wore something besides this
ugly cotton dress with its long sleeves, fitted bodice and gathered skirts. I
was sure it was Russ who had loosened my hair from its unmarried woman’s braid
down my back, with combs holding it severely in place in front. My dark red
tresses flowed in braid-induced waves around my shoulders and drifted across my
face.

Before I
touched him, I would get rid of this twisted dress that threatened to strangle
me, and while I was at it, the ugly white cotton panties and bra. I slipped out
of bed and stood at the side, stripping as quickly as I could, then climbed
back into the welcome warmth of the quilt and Russ’s body. He had removed his
jeans before going to sleep, and his flannel shirt, I thought, but there was
still a thermal undershirt between my face and the skin of his body. And a set
of under-drawers below. Getting them off without waking him would be a good
trick, but in the end, I couldn’t manage it.

As soon as my
hand slipped between Russ’s chiseled abs and the waistband of his shorts, a
quickly indrawn breath warned me that he was awake.

“What are you
doing, Kitten?” he growled. Somehow, the Kitten evoked a softly-purring ball of
fur, rather than the spitfire he originally described.

“Touching
you,” I whispered. His hand captured mine before it could creep further.

“Are you sure
you want to do that?” He was talking softly, as if to a child, but the implied
threat in his words sent lust spiking through my belly.

“I’m pretty
sure,” I whispered.

He let go of
my hand. “Go ahead then.” If that was a dare, I’d take it. All of my senses
were aflame, now, and it had been far too long since I’d felt anything like
this. In fact, I wasn’t sure I ever had. I pushed his shorts down.

The skin of
his cock was like warm velvet. I covered it, and then curled my fingers around
it to feel it twitch and grow in my hand. I had seen it fully erect, felt it on
my back and tucked into my ass crack. I knew how big it was, but this felt
amazing. I twitched inside with each twitch of his, the hitch in his breath
thrilling to me. When it was fully engorged and rock-hard beneath my hand, I
gave a little mewl of approval, which was met by Russ’s low chuckle.

“Now you’ve
got the tiger by the tail, what do you think happens next?” I wished I could
see him better. I thought I heard amusement in his voice, but I was playing a
dangerous game, and I wasn’t sure I understood his reactions.

He made no
move to grab me, seemed fully relaxed and comfortable spread out on the bed
with his arms now crossed behind his head, his legs slightly splayed, and that
magnificent erection standing at perfect right-angles to his body. I had thrown
the quilt aside when he woke up, and now shrugged into it like a cape and shifted
to my knees. I think that’s when he realized I was naked.

“Kitten, what
is this? I don’t want your virginity.” The way that came out, a little
strangled, I was sure he would want me if he knew I wasn’t a virgin.

“Good,” I
giggled. “Because Bobby Lefkowitz had that when I was sixteen. I’m a woman,
Russ. I know what I want.”

His hand came
down to stroke across my cheekbone, and I pressed into it like the feline he
thought me. “Come here.”

From my
half-reclining position, I rose slightly and leaned over him. His hands
captured my face, and I could see his eyes glittering in the dim glow of the
stove. He was examining my face, a tender expression on his. Then he brought my
forehead to his lips, and planted a feather-light kiss there. With my face held
only an inch from his, Russ gazed into my eyes.

“This is a
change of heart. Why, Kitten?”

My plan wasn’t
going to work, because I was incapable of lying to him. Slow tears started in
my eyes as I confessed.

“I thought if
I seduced you, you wouldn’t turn me in to the RALDS.”

Shock flooded
his face as he thrust me away from him, clutching my upper arms with both
hands. “You thought I’d do that?”

“Russ, I
didn’t know what to think. You told me you were a cattle rustler, gave me some
cockamamie story of having to leave me unconscious in a ditch and I wake up
here naked, with you naked and randy as a gibbon. What was I supposed to
think?”

“And your
answer was to seduce me? My god, you are naive, aren’t you?” Incredulous, he
stared at me with confusion mingling with the lust.

Now I sat back
on my heels and crossed my arms over my bare breasts. “Am not.”

“Charity, you
are.” He pulled me into his arms though I was holding myself rigid with my arms
still crossed. “I’m not a cattle rustler, and I didn’t tell you that.”

“You did.”
Indignant, I could clearly recall him saying that.

“No, it was a
joke. I said that because you asked an idiotic question. Of course it’s short
for Russell. Russell White. I’m sorry my little joke worried you.” The slight
amusement was back, and it was beginning to piss me off. He was acting so
superior!

“Then why did
you leave me in that ditch for two hours?” I snarled.

“You’re
adorable when you’re all indignant, did you know that?”

“Answer my
question.” I knew I sounded petulant, when all I wanted was to stop talking and
finish what I’d started.

“Kitten, I was
on a horse.” Exaggerated patience emphasized the last word. “The storm was
getting worse. If I had stayed and pulled you out of there somehow, we would
both have been lost in the storm. I rode back to the ranch and got the pickup,
but it got too bad before I could get us all the way back there, so here we
are.”

“Oh.” I felt
like an idiot, as well as thinking I had missed out on what might have been
fantastic sex because Russ was so perceptive, damn him. Then he smoothed my
hair back from my face.

“You’re a damn
beautiful woman, Charity. Charity what, by the way?”

“Green.”

His wonderful
laugh rang out. “Green and White. We’re a colorful pair. Well, Charity Green,
does the offer still stand?” His big hands began to stroke me, and one thumb
drifted forward to flick against the side of my breast, causing me to catch my
breath abruptly.

“Can you
really read my mind?” I asked, half afraid that he really could and breathing
even harder as his thumb circled my nipple.

“I can read
your face,” he said, lifting his head to kiss me. “I can read your body’s
heat,” as he cupped my breast fully. “I can read when a woman wants me, and I’m
pretty sure you want me. If you don’t have an ulterior motive, I’m all yours.”

My pulse had
started racing as soon as his thumb stroked me, and by the time he took my
breast in his hand, I was in full gallop. Maybe I was naive, and maybe I was an
idiot, but right then, right there, I could think of nothing else but having
this man’s hands all over me and that gorgeous cock inside. I melted all over
him and opened my lips for him to plunder. He was all mine? I was all his. At
least for now.

While the
blizzard raged outside, we raised the inside temperature of that cabin to near
combustion levels. Other than a few encounters with teen-aged boys, who were
eager but not skilled, I was very inexperienced. It was pretty clear to me,
though, that Russ was an expert and then some. He took control almost from the
start, pinning me where he wanted me and running his hands over my body as I
shivered in anticipation. After a kiss that lasted forever and brought me to
the brink of something I sensed was incredible, he took my face in his hands
and gazed at me once more. His expression was more tender than lustful, and it
did powerful things to my insides.

“Do you trust
me?” Speaking softly, he ran his thumb over my lips. His eyes on my lips sent
spikes of passion through me, and made me think I’d like him to bite them. I
swayed toward him, my eyes half closed in silent invitation.

“I guess.”
God, I wanted to trust him. I didn’t understand myself. Maybe the hypothermia
had caused some brain damage. I no longer cared whether he was a good guy or a
bad guy. I just wanted him to keep pretending he cherished me and to fuck me,
long, hard and thoroughly.

“I’m going to
teach you about your body, Kitten. Since you don’t trust me completely, yet,
there are things we won’t do for now. But the more you relax and trust me not
to hurt you, the better you’re going to like it, I promise.”

I wanted to
protest that I did trust him completely, but it wouldn’t be the truth, and
worse, he’d know it. I didn’t really trust anyone, not after the way my life
had gone so far. Russ was still a stranger, and still the only
man
who
had ever touched me intimately, other than the spankings I received from the
Prophet. Though I sensed that those were sexual for the Prophet, and though
they gave me strange tingling at my core, I didn’t count them. There was something
sleazy and dirty about those, and nothing of the sort in what was happening
right now. My breath was coming faster as his closeness sparked unknown
sensations throughout my body.

Russ made a
deft move and next thing I knew, I was on my back, with him leaning above me
and my knees trapped under the leg he had thrown over me. I could tell now that
he was as turned on as I was. He was breathing rapidly, and his erection lay
across the cleft at the top of my legs, creating need in parts of me that I
barely knew existed. But Russ wasn’t paying attention there, or if he was, he
didn’t let on.

Instead, his
rough fingers were tracing circles around my breasts, spiraling lazily up until
he reached the areolae, first one, then the other. My nipples felt like they
were reaching for him, and in fact I had arched my back and put my shoulders
back to thrust into his fingers, but he denied me the touch I most desired, his
fingers on my nipples, rolling and twisting them like the boys who had been my
only lovers did, so long ago.

As his fingers
traced rings of fire around my breasts, he plundered my mouth with an insistent
tongue, sometimes nipping at my lips and sucking the lower one in almost
painfully. His taste was intoxicating, his breath laced with something I couldn’t
identify. Returning his kisses, I hesitantly sucked on his tongue as it darted
in, causing him to moan into my mouth.

Occasionally,
his lips would leave mine and wander to the base of my neck, nibbling, sucking
and kissing there, too until I was wild with lust and ready to scream. Something
I’d never felt before was happening in the molten center of me as moisture
gathered and spilled over.

Each time Russ
stopped circling and started back at the base of a breast, I moaned and arched
further, until I was bowed on the bed like a sapling in a hurricane. My breath
came in ragged gasps, and I wanted to spread my legs to him, but they were
trapped and I couldn’t move them. His finger approached my straining tip again
and I writhed, hoping to trick him into touching it. This time, he formed a
pincer of his thumb and forefinger, clamping into the nipple in a sudden sharp
pinch that made me cry out.

“Did that
hurt, Kitten?” His voice was like warm honey, seductive and lustful. The
question was rhetorical.

“God, no. Do
it again, Russ. God, that’s...” I didn’t have the words to tell him what his
pinch had done to me, sending a signal straight to the muscles inside me, where
they clenched powerfully.

My eyes had
been clamped shut, but now they flew open to see his face, flushed and smiling,
lower to the other breast. Oh, god, his warm tongue dragged across the
sensitive tip of the nipple, while fireworks went off in my head. Then he
nipped and I screamed my pleasure again.

“So
responsive,” he murmured. His sensual assault on my breasts and tender nipples
continued until I was moaning and whimpering with every breath. Then, he moved
lower.

He moved his
leg off my knees and his right hand came down to urge my legs apart, dragging a
thumb along my slit as he worked his hand between my legs and opened it to
spread me until I was fully exposed to him. Delicately, he dipped a finger into
the opening, then out again, bringing a slick rope of moisture with it.

“That’s my
girl,” he murmured. “You’re so wet for me already.” His approval thrilled me
and sent waves of pleasure spreading from my groin, where his finger was
teasing my most sensitive spot, to my extremities. He left my breasts for a
moment, only to come up for a deep kiss as his finger thrust into me again. I
moaned into his mouth and was met with an answering moan that set me on fire.

Bringing the
hand that had been between my legs to my breast to roll my nipple again, the
slick wetness causing it to pucker with unexpected cooling, Russ’s warm mouth
engulfed it seconds later.

A groan of
pleasure escaped his lips as he whispered, “You taste like nectar. I can’t wait
for the main course.” My pussy clenched in response. No one had gone down on
me, ever. I only knew of it from books, but I had imagined the incredible
sensation as I read. Now I could think of nothing else. I pushed my mound
forward, searching in vain for his hand, which was squeezing my breast again as
he sucked each nipple into his mouth and let go with a little pop. I was going
to die if he didn’t touch me
there
again, and soon.

Russ lifted
his head to look at me again with his uncanny ability to read my mind. “What
would you like me to do to you now, Kitten?” The seductive whisper tickled the
ear he whispered it into, and fanned the flames that threatened to engulf me.

Panting with
need, I didn’t know how to ask. Books or no books, potty mouth or no potty
mouth, I had never told a man or boy what I wanted, never talked dirty during
sex, never even expressed it in my thoughts. My voice was unrecognizable to me
as I ground out, “Touch me there, Russ. God, I need it. Touch me, please.”

“Touch you
where, Kitten?” Soft, insistent, the whisper insinuated itself into the fire in
my veins and danced along my nerve endings.

I groaned in
frustration. He was going to make me say it? Okay, then I’d say it. “Touch my
clit
.
Please, please, touch it.”

“With what, my
sweet?”

I wailed, and
then the sweet sensation flooded me as his finger found me there once again.
But Russ was leaving me, scooting down on the bed. My arms begged him to
return.

The warm, wet
tongue where his finger had been sent my trembling body over a cliff of
sensation, something like I imagined it would feel to be swept over a waterfall.
A rush of energy shook me as wave after explosive wave rocked my body, while
his tongue worked to remain where it was. He teased and licked my clit, sucking
and nipping, and the entire time his finger, or maybe two fingers worked inside
me.

What was this?
I was falling apart, dissolving into thin air, shaking the bed, the cabin and
the very earth with the force of it. At last, my body’s paroxysm let me go and
I sank into the bed, spent, though still impaled on Russ’s fingers.

“Oh, my god!
What was that?” I managed to gasp.

Russ almost
growled as he said, “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

“
That
was an orgasm? Shit, I’ve been robbed.”

Russ’s abrupt
bark of a laugh made me jump. “You’ve been robbed? What do you mean?”

“I mean those
boys made me think that sort of warm feeling that comes over you when you have
sex is an orgasm.”

“Well,
sweetheart, I think you’ll find that they run the gamut.”

“This one was
the granddaddy of all orgasms, then. I thought I was dying.”

“La petite
mort,” he said.

“What?”

“It’s French,
for ‘the little death’. It’s a euphemism for orgasm. My Kitten, are you ready
to die again?”

“Are you
kidding?” I wasn’t sure another of those wouldn’t actually kill me, but I could
be persuaded to find out.

“Well, no. You
may think you’re satisfied, but we’ve only just begun. And I must point out
that
I
am not satisfied.”

How could I
have forgotten? Russ had driven every thought out of my head except the
pleasures I was experiencing. I had neglected him. I knew about blue balls, the
boys had told me. Good god, they had never had such a large, purple-headed
cock, though. Wanting to possess it, with little thought, I reached for it.
Russ twitched it away.

“Please, Russ,
I want to touch you. I want to make you feel like I feel.”

“All in good
time, Kitten. Show me how you touch yourself.” His voice, a low growl made
something lurch deep inside me.

“I, um, I
don’t.” Timidly, because I would be too embarrassed to do that in front of him.

“Don’t lie to
me, sweet,” He looked menacing, which scared me but sent a thrill of lust
through me again. Nervously, I extended my hand between my legs, and spread the
lips there, dragging the remaining juices up until they lubricated my clit
deliciously. I began to circle, dipping for more moisture now and then, and
finally touching the highly sensitive tip of the little bud. I didn’t know
which was more erotic, the sensation of my fingers pleasuring myself, or Russ’s
eyes on me. He licked his lips as he watched and my belly dropped through the
bed into the floor.

I put my other
hand down to use two fingers to press beside my sensitive nubbin, causing it to
pop up, like a jack in the box, from its hood. Russ’s avid stare made me feel
sexy and excitingly naughty, and my finger began to flutter as the sensation
became too much to bear for more than a split second. I could hardly keep my
eyes open, so I almost missed the moment that Russ leaned all the way into me
and took just the tip of my rigid bud between his lips, his tongue fluttering
where my finger had been only a second before.

I jumped as if
given an electric shock, and my pussy flooded. It was different from the first orgasm,
and I wasn’t sure if it was one of those gamut things Russ had spoken of, or
something entirely different. Suddenly I felt empty and needy. I wanted to be filled,
needed to stem the flood. I opened my eyes all the way, to find Russ watching
me carefully.

“I’m going to
fuck you now,” he said, the simple statement growled in that seductive voice
like warm honey.

Instantly,
every part of my body that had felt his fingers or his tongue leapt into flame.
Nothing would quench it but his body pressing down on mine, that gorgeous cock
buried to the hilt inside me. I knew it better than I knew my own name.

“Oh, god, do
it,” I breathed.

Tortuously, he
used his hand to guide the head just to my opening, just enough to part the
inner lips and touch the heated, liquid entrance. I moaned and thrust forward,
wanting more.

“Open your
eyes, Kitten. I want to see your eyes when I enter you.”

I opened them,
gazing into his. They were darker, no longer cobalt blue, but something stormy.
Mediterranean, maybe. When I licked my lips, he ruthlessly thrust his hard
shaft into my ready and waiting opening, filling me in a way I hadn’t even
known I needed only an hour before. At the same time, I felt both split in two
and fulfilled, as if my whole life had been leading up to this moment, with
this man’s cock fit perfectly into me to join us as two lost halves searching
for the whole. My legs came up to wrap around his waist and squeeze, because I
didn’t want him to move. If I could have died with that feeling of fullness and
fulfillment, I would have died happy.

Slowly, Russ
pressed back on my vice-grip legs, and slowly, as I felt the waves of pleasure
from the sensation of his dick moving in and out of me, I released him to do as
he wished. Our eyes were locked together, our deep breathing paired in unison.
He took his time, thrusting into me now quickly, now slowly, but always with
his eyes on my face, drowning me with their deep, deep blue.

It was too
intense, I was going to spontaneously combust if I didn’t close my eyes, but
his held me in thrall. It went on and on, driving me again to the brink of a
crashing orgasm and then he would stop, wait for my breathing to slow, and
start again. Each time, the pleasure built until I knew that when he allowed me
release, it would be a tsunami that would sweep us away. A keening noise was
coming from somewhere, and as it built, I realized it was me, winding up for a
scream that could split atoms.