I ignored it all with a smile on my face, thanks to the alcohol and the dancing. It was easy. At least it was until a deep voice sounded in my ear and sent my body into full sexual arrest.
“And what exactly are you supposed to be?”
Trouble.
Big, big trouble.
Jack
“Who in the hell is that?” I stood beside the barbecue with Mason looking out at the party, everyone laughing and dancing and having a good time despite the bite in the air. The woman wore next to nothing, legs and arms on display and from where I stood she had much more than a handful for a big man like me. “She must be new.”
“Seriously?” Mason frowned at me, arms crossed like a reluctant chaperone. “How many redheaded bombshells do you know?” He shook his head, half a smile swept across his face.
Redhead? I took the woman in again and wondered how in the hell I’d managed to notice the nipped in waist and flared womanly hips but miss the bright red hair or the familiar untamable curls.
“Hell.”
Mason’s chuckle sounded first but my so called best friend’s shoulders trembled so hard I shoved him. “I don’t know why we fought it so hard.” He looked right past me and I knew exactly who he was looking at based on the goofy grin he wore. “It was a damn waste of time, plain and simple. I can see that now.”
“You’re wrong.” I know that Mason is happy with my sister, and I’m happy for them both, but that doesn’t mean I’m headed down the same path anytime soon and I told him as much.
“Am I? Because even now that you know who it is, you still can’t take your eyes off her.” Mason squeezed by shoulder with another laugh. “Lily’s the one who told me I looked at Sage like that, and I mean, I had no idea even though we’d already-,”
“Yeah I got it. Thanks. No need to say more.”
He laughed again. “Well you stay here and stare but I’ve got to go see about a mermaid. I think she’s gonna let me touch her shells.”
I groaned. “Still my sister, man.” But as soon as his back was turned I went to see about a sexy ass redhead wearing next to nothing. The closer I got the more I felt the pull that I’d been aware of since that day in Houston. I didn’t want to be aware of Sierra as a woman, dammit. But now that I’ve tasted her, felt those sweet curves in my hand and pressed up against me, I had to have all of her. “And what exactly are you supposed to be?” She shivered at my words and damn if that wasn’t a fucking turn on.
Sierra turned slowly, like I hadn’t just caught her by surprise. The look she wore, dark and hot, caught me by surprise and my cock instantly hardened. A tiny green hat was pinned to her hair and a tight green vest pushed her cleavage up and over, showing off inches of smooth midsection that bore just a hint of freckles. And that green tartan skirt was short and tempting, but combined with the knee sock and stilettos, my cock was wide awake and ready to play and Sierra was the only toy that would do.
“A leprechaun, what else?” One fiery eyebrow arched, daring me to say something smartass.
Never one to back down from a dare, I leaned in closer, letting her soft feminine scent tickle my nose. “And where is your pot of gold? Or is it my pot, I always forget.”
Her pink tongue slid between bright red lips, slow and tantalizing, continuing the path across the top lip before ducking back inside. Slowly her gaze crawled up my chest, green eyes flaring at my chest, abs and arms in my costume. “At the end of the rainbow, of course.”
“Of course.” I knew she was hot, but this was a level of hot that made me want to be reckless. Throw caution to the wind and take advantage of whatever this was. Ride it out for as long as it lasted. “Great costume.”
She flashed a self-deprecating grin and smoothed the vest down, drawing attention to the sexy curve of her body. “This old thing? Thanks.”
“What are you wearing under that skirt?”
She laughed, one hand pressed against my chest, searing me down beneath the skin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“More than anything,” I growled in her ear, put my hands to her waist and guided her out on the dance floor. A fast song kicked in, country wasn’t my favorite, but I was born and raised in Texas and I could two-step with the best of them.
Sierra held on to my biceps, happy to let me lead her around the makeshift dance floor. She stayed close, joking the entire time.
“You know Jack, in some circles a man actually asks a woman to dance before hauling her out on the dance floor.”
“Yeah but we both wanted to dance, I just skipped a step.” I dipped her over my arm, making her laugh loudly as I brought her up and we were face to face. Close. Very close. “Besides, we dance so well together.”
“You are pretty good on your feet, Ranger.” She smiled, eyes focused on my lips which I suddenly had the urge to lick.
“You know what they say about men who can dance,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against her ear.
Not to be outdone, she pressed her hips into mine all while maintaining a shockingly innocent expression. “They can really move their hips?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Not at all,” she said in that prissy voice that didn’t match the way she nodded her head.
I laughed and moved us towards the edge of the dance floor until we could slip out the barn during the song change. Completely unnoticed. I pulled her around the barn where hardly any of those damn paper lights hung. I needed a moment alone with Sierra even though I had no idea what to do. Well I did know what I wanted to do, but that way lie madness.
“Where are we going?”
“Right here,” I told her, grabbing her hips and slid around until her round ass cheeks sat in my hands. Pressing my cock into her hips, I slanted my mouth over hers, quieting any questions she might have. Any protests she might make even though I could tell by the way she melted into me she wouldn’t have any. The sensual slide of her tongue against mine made me moan and lift her until her legs were wrapped around me and my cock was buried as deep as it could be while we were both still fully clothed. I tasted at her lips, lapped at her mouth while she moaned and clawed at my shoulders. Clinging to me while my tongue swept across every inch of her mouth, driving up her own arousal as well as mine.
“Ah, Jack,” she groaned when I tore our mouths apart and kissed my way down her neck, over her shoulder and licked across the swell of her lush breasts. “God, that mouth!”
I chuckled and came back up, taking her mouth again in a slow, drugging kiss that left everything irrelevant but the way our bodies felt pressed together, the way she tasted on my tongue. Those heavenly sounds she made. The need for oxygen ended the kiss sooner than I wanted, and her whimper of dismay told me she felt the same.
“Want to lead me to your pot of gold?”
“More than anything.”
Music to my fucking ears.
Sierra
I had no clue if I was doing the right thing, sitting in the passenger seat of Jack’s big ass black SUV, heading home. To have sex. With Jack. Winchester.
I couldn’t deny that the way he looked at me had sent a thrill through my body, nipples hard and panties slick with arousal. I was more than ready to have his big muscled body moving with a purpose between my legs. But now that we were inching closer and closer to the ranch, second thoughts and doubts begun to creep in. I knew it would be spectacular. Hell, Jack would probably ruin me for every man that came after him, but I couldn’t find one ounce of give a damn within me. I couldn’t bring myself to worry about wanting him more, craving him. Taking this one night for myself before putting this crush behind me.
Not when I turned to look at him, at the efficient way his hands maneuvered the car. Strong forearms dusted with chocolate hair grown light from years of desert living, a rugged jaw line I just wanted to feel scraping against my thighs. No, when I looked at him I felt hot, wet and dirty.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine. You?”
“M
ore than,” he said, tossing a wink over his shoulder before he got out the car. I took a long, hard look at the way those jeans hugged his ass and wished, not for the first time in my life, that I could come back as that pair of jeans.
“Me too,” I said and slid from the car and he disappeared inside the ranch house.
“Want a drink?”
“Yeah, a shot of tequila. I’ll be right back.” I needed to get my heart rate under control. I couldn’t act like a giddy school girl for my night with Jack. I needed to be cool and calm, sexy and sophisticated. Ignoring his room on the left, I rushed passed it and closed the door to my own room. This was happening tonight. Me and Jack, and I wouldn’t let something as ridiculous as nerves get in the way. I got rid of the vest and the skirt, and the stupid little hat, leaving the stilettos because I was hoping they would turn him on as much as the costume had.
A quick spritz of perfume, fingers to tame my curls and I was ready for this. For him. I took a few deep breaths and opened the door. Jack was downstairs waiting for me, for this. I smiled, giddy as I tried to look sexy while I walked down the stairs. “Jack?”
“In here,” he called and I went left into the kitchen, my body humming so loudly I couldn’t hear what he was doing in there.
“What are you doing?”
He turned and his blue gaze darkened, the kitchen towel fell from his hands and his long legs ate up the distance between us. “That’s what you were wearing under that outfit?”
I spun, eyes closed at the feel of his big, warm hands brushing against my stomach, my back. Touch me.
“Yep. You like?”
His hand stopped me spinning, grasping my waist and sitting me on the counter. “No sweetheart, I fucking love it.” He stepped between my legs and his hands slid up my thighs, applying light pressure as his thumbs grazed over my swollen pussy lips and played along the edges of my panties. “You smell so good. Like sex and liquor.”
“Two of my favorite things,” I groaned as one thumb finally slipped inside my panties and rolled over my clit. “Yes.”
“You’re soaked for me.” His breath came out harsh and full of heat and tension as his thumb rubbed rough circles on my clit, drawing a loud moan of pleasure from me. “Fuck,” he groaned when my hands slid up his shirt, coasting over what had to be the most sculpted torso I’d ever seen and felt up close.
“Jack.” His name was ripped from my throat by the force of two thick fingers sliding deep and hooking inside me to hit that spot, the one that sent fireworks shooting off behind my eyelids.
His blue gaze seared into mine, hypnotizing me as one had fisted the thong and tore, the ripping sound mingling with our heavy breathing. “Damn you have a pretty pussy Sierra. So wet and swollen. So pink,” he grunted and knelt before me, pressing my legs apart with his wide shoulders.
When his mouth landed on me, my hips bucked off the counter sending me deeper into his mouth. His lips closed around my clit and my arms buckled, sending me flat on my back on the cool, tiled counter. This was some kind of bliss that I had never dreamed of, the way his tongue teased and played with me, sending slivers of ecstasy through me. I wasn’t all that sexually experienced, with two mediocre lovers under my belt, and the things Jack did to me I had never felt before. I couldn’t control my reaction to his every move.
“Oh Jack, yes. Don’t stop.” He grunted at my words, the vibrations rocketing through my clit as his tongue speared me, fucked me, over and over until I felt my legs tremble and my toes curl. His teeth scraped against my clit, starting convulsions at the tips of my toes. By the time his lips were wrapped around me, and he sucked and sucked, my orgasm had shot out of me and violently shook my body.
Jack’s big strong hands held my hips to keep me grounded, but his satisfied groan sent more vibrations through me until I collapsed on the counter. His tongue and mouth slowed, but it didn’t stop until I was completely wrung out.
“Damn, the sweetest nectar too.”
I gave a lazy smile as my heart constricted. This was Jack Winchester, my lifelong crush, obsession. The object of my affection. And tonight he was mine. Just tonight, I had to remind myself. With a confidence I didn’t quite feel, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck and asked, “I wonder, how does your nectar taste?”
“You can find out later,” he promised, kissing and licking my neck while I freed his cock and fisted it in my hands. “Right now though, I need to be inside your tight little pussy.”
I let out a moan and wrapped my legs around him, crying out my pleasure as his cock sank into me, inch by excruciating inch. Until all nine of them were buried deep. “Jack.” I needed a moment to adjust to his size, since not only was he bigger than I was used to, but it had been more than a year since I’d been with anyone. “Move. Please.” I punctuated my words by digging my heels into his ass. “I need you.”
His hips pulled back and slammed deep, hard and intense as I clung to his shoulders. “Fuck Sierra, you’re so damn tight.”
He pounded deliciously hard into me, setting off sparks of all my nerve endings with every stroke and I clung to him, head tossed back while he licked and bit the length of my neck. “It’s been awhile,” I grunted. “More.”
“Sierra,” he warned but I didn’t want to hear it.
“More, Jack. Harder!” I wanted everything he had to offer and I knew he was holding back. He hadn’t quite let go of his control and if I was being honest with myself, I wanted to see this big strong man lose it all.
He let out a masculine growl and grabbed my ankles, pulling them together and holding them above us, changing the depth and the angle which triggered my orgasm. “Fuck, Sierra,” he grunted and pounded into me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
I clenched and pulsed around him, the moisture of my orgasm making his strokes smoother and more tantalizing. In my sensitized state, every pull sparked against my walls, prolonging my pleasure. “Jack, oh god Jack! Yes! Yes!” And then I felt it, the flood of moisture between us that left me mortified but too sated to give a damn. “Jack,” I sighed breathlessly.
His strokes increased in speed and intensity, pushing deeper thanks to my slick channel. Those final strokes came hard and fast, triggering another orgasm I didn’t even know I could have as his barreled out of him. “Oh fuck, Sierra!” And then he collapsed onto me, shivering as my fingers traveled in lazy circles over his back.
Even on my own I couldn’t achieve as many orgasms as Jack had just given me, and the strangest part of all was that I still wanted more. So much more, but considering what had just happened between us I didn’t know what to do.
“Oh god,” I covered my eyes.
Jack lifted up on his elbows, but our bodies were still connected. “A little soon for morning after regrets, isn’t it?”
I uncovered one eye and opened it. “Regret? That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had, hell no I don’t regret it. But this,” I motioned between us, “is kind of embarrassing.”
He laughed and I smacked his shoulder. “Sierra, making you come so hard you ejaculated was so fucking hot you have no idea. Don’t be embarrassed on my account. In fact, I’m going to make you do it again.”
“You are?” I couldn’t believe my ears. He not only liked it but wanted to see it again? “I, um, I’m probably done for the night. I don’t usually come so much.”
He laughed again, the action causing him to slip from my body. “Now that we’ve gotten hard and fast out of the way, let’s go upstairs and start on the long and slow.”
I grinned and hooked my ankles together behind his back as he stood up. “Your bed or mine?”
We made it to the shower first, a new experience for me, and I dropped down to my knees and took Jack in my mouth, loving the feel of his long thick cock inside of me again. He was bigger than I was used to, long and thick and he tasted like man and Jack, with a hint of green apple body wash.
“Sierra,” he bit out in a warning tone but I didn’t listen to him, his cock had
hardened in my mouth and his hips moved in steady strokes telling me he was close. I mumbled around him, a low gravelly moan coming out as he grabbed my hair to hold me still while his hips pumped slow and deep, hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. I relaxed my throat so I could take him deeper, nearly choking on his length and triggering another orgasm for him. Hot spurts of liquid slid down my throat and I lapped it up, savoring the taste of Jack in this way. “Fuck, Sierra. Fuck!” His legs shook and his whole body shivered, sending him deeper down my throat and forcing me to swallow around him as I kept up a long slow glide up and down his length. “You’re trying to kill me,” he said, pulling out of my mouth and lifting me up.
“Not a bad way to go, right?”
“Right,” he said and stepped from the shower, reaching for a towel and wrapped it around me before he lifted me out of the shower and quickly dried me off. “But not yet. Right now, I need to fuck you, long and slow.”
“And hard,” I added, licking my lips.
“And hard,” he agreed with a wry grin.
* * *
“I can say that is the first time I’ve ever been woken up like this.” My words came out like a satisfied purr, because that’s exactly what it was. I had woken up with Jack’s big shoulders between my legs and his warm mouth lapping at me until I couldn’t take it and begged him to slide deep and give me what we both wanted.
Jack’s deep laugh echoed against the walls of his bedroom and settled deep into my soul as he looked up at me from this intimate position. “I figured this was a suitable alternative to your alarm clock.”
He was more than right. “I might need to wake up like this until I’m dead.” A breathy laugh escaped as his hands held my thighs down, wide and exposed. His intense gaze on my most private parts made my pussy clench and leak with desire. His tongue snuck out to lick his lips before he flattened it and licked me from the bottom of my opening all the way up until his mouth closed over my clit.
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