Lust in the Dust
Lani Aames
While on a dream vacation at a dude ranch, Jenna finds that riding a bucking Bronc is more fun than she ever imagined!
Erotica flash fiction, less than 1,000 words or 3 pages.
Published as a free story on the author's blog.
Published by Silver Heart Books
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Copyright 2010 Lani Aames
Cover copyright 2010 Immortal Designs
This book contains adult content and is meant for adults 18 and over. This is a work of fiction and the characters and situations are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual situations or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Lust in the Dust
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 rushed over me, but did nothing to relieve 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."
The End
Excerpt from Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair by Lani Aames.
An erotic romance novelette, approx. 11,000 words or 37 pages.
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"My name is Juliet Reigh."
"Mmmm." His hands slid off her shoulders, peeling off her jacket with them. When the collar was near her elbows, he jerked her forward while forcing the jacket back and effectively pinning her arms to her sides. "Jule Reigh. Do you really expect me to believe that?"
His sudden entrapment made her heart race. She apparently hadn't convinced the thief she wasn't out to capture him, after all. She looked up into his deep, fathomless eyes, irises so dark they nearly blended with his pupils, and in that moment, she almost didn't care what he did to her as long as he fucked her first. "It's my name. Blame my parents."
"At first, I thought you were an agent of some kind. Interpol, most likely, but now…"
"Now?" she prompted, wondering if she could use his other notion to her advantage and make him forget all about agents and Interpol.
"Now, I think you must be Dia Manté, a well-known thief who steals only diamonds."
Jule had heard of the notorious Dia Manté, another international jewel thief in Interpol's files. With her sole interest in diamonds, she'd been a prime suspect along with Stone. Careful examination of the crime scene and analysis of the execution of the heist concluded the modus operandi was more in line with Stone than Manté.
"Interpol? Diamonds?" Jule widened her eyes in surprise. She decided to try to keep the cover of horny chick intact as long as she could. With luck, she just might pull it off. "I don't know what you're talking about?"
His ambiguous smile slanted to one side and clearly indicated he didn't believe her. "No need to keep up the pretense. You're one or the other--Interpol agent or jewel thief. But which one?"
"I--" she began another denial, but he pressed a finger across her mouth.
"Don't insult me. I've been in this business long enough to know when I'm being set up." He let his finger slide away. "I have to admit, my desire for you is clouding my instinct, and I don't know which one you are. So we're going to play a little game."
In one swift movement, he yanked off her jacket and tossed it away. Startled, Jule made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak. He had her nerves on edge because she never squeaked. "Wh-What kind of game?"
"Twenty questions…except every time you give an answer I don't like, I remove a piece of your clothing."
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About the author
Lani Aames lives in rural west Tennessee with her family and a clowder of cats. She writes erotic romance with books available at Ellora's Cave, Samhain, Loose Id, Amber Quill, Melange, and Silver Heart Books. She also writes romance as Lanette Curington and is the author of the critically acclaimed futuristic romance Starkissed, available at Samhain Publishing. For more information about Lani's other books, visit her blog: http://laniaames.wordpress.com
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