by Tilly Greene
There was nothing like it. He spoke and her desire ramped up until her cheeks turned red and her mouth opened with need.
“Yes, sounds good,” she whispered. Molly worked hard to say a few words and not fall to her knees instead. The man did wicked things to her and she wanted to take it to the next level.
“It’s at seven,” he told her as he took a step closer. Jon was in her personal space and she wanted him to come in even closer. Touch her and—maybe, hopefully—really touch her. If he put so much as a finger on her body, her day would bloom even brighter.
“Okay,” she accepted, even though it wasn’t a date. Not by a long shot, but she wished and let her imagination run wild with hope.
“I’ll pick you up at six-thirty,” he told her and she inhaled sharply. It excited her when he didn’t ask, but stated it more like a command. Her arms dropped to her sides and she was ready to kneel at his feet and wait for him to tell her what he wanted.
“Yes,” she confirmed on a low moan.
“Are you feeling all right?”
An immediate negative was on her lips before she clenched them closed. Desire wrapped around her and squeezed. She wanted his touch, his kiss, his possession, but he gave her no clues her feelings were returned. There was no way she could make the first move, especially not when there were few hints of reciprocal feelings.
She could only nod while looking at him without blinking. What she experienced while with him, from elation to insecurity, must be well hidden because the man simply wasn’t seeing anything.
Despite the expected minimal interaction, Molly accepted there was something different happening between them. She couldn’t put her finger on it, simply there was a different sensation surrounding them. Perhaps it was the passionate place to where her mind had traveled. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she didn’t care. She thought they were together in the center of a spotlight, overheating with lust.
Jon moved even closer to her and she held her breath. When he put his hand on her chin and told her what he planned to do, her heart skipped a beat.
“I’m going to kiss you, Molly.” He gave her no time to say yes or no. The man wrapped his arms around her, then pulled her to him until she was flush against his body. His hard-on pressed into her stomach, making its presence known. She wanted to reach down to touch it, only she couldn’t move a muscle. The rod pushing into her was huge and hard, and she imagined him possessing her with it.
Leaning his head down, he stopped before their lips touched, and shocked her with what he said next.
“Kiss you until you’re seconds away from climaxing.”
Stunned by his words, her mouth dropped open and he then pressed his lips to her neck. He kissed her where the shoulder and neck met, which also happened to be her weak spot. She wasn’t sure she could stand up on her own and was glad he held her close.
She remembered moaning and her eyes closing with bliss. She hadn’t missed the touch of a man until right then. Molly remembered the last man she’d been with—her coach and her first lover. Unfortunately, their relationship didn’t end well. The ties to her family had been broken when she left her eventing coach.
As Jon’s mouth moved seductively up her neck, his hand stroked over her ass. Her backside was not one of her favorite parts of her body, but somehow his touching her there made her forget. She felt cherished and wanted.
Standing on her tiptoes, she stretched as much as she could and suddenly experienced a sense of vulnerability. She wouldn’t have believed she’d be comfortable being in such a position, and yet felt at ease. Each time she was in his presence he radiated power. Standing in his orbit never failed to pull her closer. As he kissed her the heat raged around them, protecting them from everything outside their embrace.
Soft lips skated across her chin and, before she could take a breath, he pressed his mouth to hers, sealing them to each other. Their lip lock started out gentle, eventually becoming erotic. His tongue slipped along the seam a couple of times before her lips quivered and parted. The opening was an invitation for him to dip into her mouth as his hands firmly clenched her ass cheeks.
A groan laced with desire and need moved from her throat, through her mouth and into his.
Pure, unadulterated passion raced through her body and she wanted more. She needed his touch on her breasts, needed him to squeeze the mounds and tease the nipples to pebble further. Lifting her leg to wrap around one of his allowed her to rub her pussy against one of his hard limbs, only there was no relief.
Jon had to take her body and make her come. He touched her intimately and she turned into a mass of need. His touch brought everything she wanted to the surface where it demanded satisfaction.
When one of his hands released her backside, she wanted to order it to return. The next time he touched her, he cupped her pussy. There, he finally touched her exactly where she wanted him to. She wanted his cock there, maybe even his mouth, but would take his hand. It was a shame she wore jeans, but being naked with him would happen. No doubt it would soon.
Running a big finger between the lips of her pussy, Jon swirled his tongue around hers. The two things together were almost more than she could take, then he pushed for more and unbuttoned her jeans. She fought to keep breathing as Jon slid his hand inside and then between her legs. Once again he cupped her mound and dipped a finger along her underwear inside her moist heat.
Oh man, she couldn’t think or breathe. She wanted to push him to the ground and take him, spread her legs further, climb him like a tree, but she couldn’t. She could only stand there and experience him and everything he offered.
She was a heartbeat away from finding a release as his finger dipped in and out of her pussy. It hinted to her what it would be like to have his cock driving into her, except she knew it was small. The hard presence pushing against her lower stomach told her she’d have no doubt of what he thrust inside her body when the time came.
Breathing heavily through her nose, she was startled when his mouth pulled back until their lips barely touched.
“You’ll be naked and excited, nipples hard and pussy damp with need. Once you’re at the point of begging for my touch, I’m going to tie you to a pole and, with my fingers, mouth, or cock, stroke every inch of your body. When you’re at the point of screaming with need, I’m going to fuck you. The first time will be gentle, but all bets are off for what follows.”
“Hard and nasty, kinky, however you want me,” she murmured. “I’ll be content and come.”
They wanted the same thing, of that there was no doubt, and she breathed her confirmation. The only way she knew he paid attention to her was a slight nod before he carefully untangled her from around his body.
“I’m waiting for you to come to me, bare of all trappings and ready for anything to happen.” Jon walked out of the barn and left her with her jeans unzipped and needs unsatisfied.
It took a few minutes to realize she was the center of everyone’s attention. Matt, Ted, and Saki all watched to see what she’d do next. She wanted to run after him, but wasn’t sure she could ask for what he offered. Damaged and drained, Molly needed to think about the step she wanted to take. There were no assurances offered by Jon—only sex, and she wasn’t sure that was enough. She wasn’t sure because her heart was already involved.
Could she survive it being broken again?
Blushing, she zipped up her pants and considered getting back to work, although she knew she’d get nothing done.
She tried to say something to the trio silently watching her, but could think of nothing. There was nothing except need, a want for Jon, and his touch holding her captive. With a shrug of her shoulders as a pseudo apology, she turned and walked out of the barn. She planned to go home and take a cold shower while she considered his offer.
Could she be naked in front of him? Only two people had seen her tattoo: the artist who’d inked her and Saki.
CHAPTER TWO
As Molly walked quickly along the d
irt path toward the house where she and Saki were staying, she wasn’t sure what should shock her more. The fact he’d had his hand in her pants, fingering her to seconds from climaxing in front of their friends, or that she hadn’t cared about anything other than coming from his touch.
She wanted to give herself a firm talking to, kick herself in the backside for her stupidity, but couldn’t. There was no doubt in her mind she’d do it all over again if it meant she was with Jon.
Blowing out air with self-disgust, she opened the front door and threw herself on the couch. Arms on knees, hands covering her face, heat radiated off her in waves. She was embarrassed, but figured the heat came more from being immensely turned on.
Jon did things to her. Made her think with her body first and brain second. Falling back, she dropped an arm over her eyes and sighed. Who was she kidding? She would do everything possible to have the man. She just needed the gumption to do it.
The task ahead of her would be difficult, but not impossible.
As she sat there thinking, Saki came in and sat beside her. Silence hung between them until her friend eventually spoke.
“What happened in the barn was hot to watch. You two have something serious going on. The sparks and zings bouncing between you were crazy.”
“Or something,” Molly laughed, even though she hadn’t found the humor in the situation yet. Maybe she would at some point in the future—years, no, decades into the future. She never believed she’d forget her surroundings to such an extent as to almost have sex with people watching.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Earlier today I was riding the fences, checking the outer huts, and I ended up in Ted’s lap, climaxing as his mobile went off. The vibrate ringer was on. Could’ve been a mortifying scenario, but we took it for what it was—a beautiful moment between us.”
Her best friend pulled Molly’s arm from covering her eyes and gave her a hug. It was exactly what she needed. The support and understanding from someone she hoped respected her. It was a priceless move. Tears clouded her eyes, but didn’t spill. With a few deep breaths, she laughed for real.
“It was an incredibly powerful moment. I honestly didn’t know he wanted me with such fire and intensity. I knew he liked me, but he’d only ever held my hand and given me a quick kiss here and there. I’m bloody confused.” She was done dwelling on the scene and how it happened. It was time to focus on where to go from this point on.
“After you left, the guys were saying it was about time he let you know how he felt. Apparently he isn’t as much the strong, silent type as he is the strong and let’s get it on type. Sunny told me at our first meeting he ended each day with the woman of his choice.”
“His choice? Dang, what is he, a Lothario?” Molly wasn’t connecting the guy she knew with one who bounced from bed to bed.
“No, but apparently he is the local catch. There aren’t a lot of guys around, and the single women for miles will do whatever it takes to catch him. He’s a nice man, would do anything to help a friend or stranger, and is sexy as well. The man is quite a combination and like candy for the ladies.”
Molly listened to what her friend was saying, but wondered if she was aware of the kinky side to the man. Of course Saki was well aware of the Wilson brothers’ preferences when it came to sex, and they were a happy trio. Bondage and some domination interested her. However, she wasn’t sure where Jon stood in regards to sex or what Saki knew that he wanted.
There was experimentation and then there were preferences. He’d mentioned tying her up, but was he talking bondage or kinky fun?
“Do you want some water?” Saki asked.
“Yes, thank you. It was hot work until we turned on the new system in the office.”
The other woman continued talking about their project as she went into the kitchen to get them glasses of water. Once she came back, Molly was ready to ask her friend a few questions.
“I don’t want you to betray any confidences or anything, but I was wondering if the guys have mentioned Jon and if he’s, well, kinky like them?” There, the first and most important question was out and she looked to her friend for an answer.
“Why do you ask?” Saki looked a little surprised by her query.
“It’s something he said to me before he left,” she said and hoped it would be enough. She’d never kept secrets from the other woman and wasn’t sure why she hesitated to say more.
“Well, from what I understand, yes, he’s a kinky cowboy like the rest of the group. When they were younger there weren’t many girls around and, with the women’s approval, they shared. From there they experimented, and shortly after a club started where they could practice BDSM under the guidance of more knowledgeable people. It’s something they, Jon, Sunny and Court, and a few others all enjoy.”
“Oh,” was all Molly could say. There was a great deal more going through her head. She was intrigued by his being into bondage, maybe even domination. Sadism and masochism held no interest for her, but she could be willing to try submission. Shoot, she already wanted to submit herself to him, do whatever he asked. What was different?
Fine, she knew intellectually it would be different and she was excited to see what developed. She was interested in him and all the complications it entailed, and not what their scenario offered.
“Have I surprised you?” Saki asked with a worried note in her voice.
“Kind of, but not really. He said something about tying me to a pole before he took me, which I took as a hint he was into the bondage thing. I wanted to know as it might play a part in whether we get together or not.” There, she’d said it out loud. She was considering going to him in the way he wanted.
“You’re not turned off by his kinky side, are you? Because I think if it came down to his having you or the bondage stuff, he’d choose you in a heartbeat. From the way the guys talk, he is as good as caught by you.”
“Seriously?” She was surprised by the claim. It was big for him to deny a part of his sexual preferences in order to have something with her, and she knew she wouldn’t make him choose.
“Yes! Jon sits at your side and doesn’t look away. They aren’t calling it a crush or infatuation, but love, and apparently he’s never fallen before.” Saki finished her water and went to put her glass in the kitchen. She came back in and asked the one question Molly had been mulling over in her head.
“Do you know if you’re open to having a relationship with Jon, BDSM or not?”
“A bit intrigued, no, interested. Very interested, especially as you aren’t scared by what is involved, so why should I be? As for a relationship, absolutely! Even if we never had sex, which obviously wouldn’t happen, but even if we didn’t, I’m attracted to him and his brain. The sex is like the cherry on top of a pile of whipped cream.” They laughed at the analogy, but it was her truth. She liked the quiet Jon and wanted to spend more time with him. The sexy Jon, the one who wanted to tie her up and take her, also seemed breathtaking.
The weird thing for her was how she needed him, which surprised her. She hadn’t needed anything for a long time, only need and want were exactly the emotions the hunky cowboy inspired in her. All he had to do was look at her with those long-lashed chocolate brown eyes and lush lips, and she melted.
The more she considered having sex with him, the more she realized her first affair had been child’s play.
Her first and only intimate partner had been her coach. She spent too much time with him and had believed the world rested on him. He could do no wrong and she eventually grew into an adult who wasn’t looking for someone to worship. No longer was he interested in the twenty-year-old, not when there were other sixteen-year-olds panting after him and doing anything to get his attention. Unfortunately, he had decided during the Olympics to actively look for someone new, and she was devastated.
Molly wouldn’t blame losing the gold on him and his actions, or even her parents’ lack of support. However, the emotional mess during an important mental and physical chal
lenge meant she learned a big lesson. Don’t trust anyone else to be there for her, the final outcome was all in her hands.
That was it! Jon had put the decision in her hands and it was up to her to take what she wanted or not. She definitely wanted the man, but she had to figure out if there was something more she wanted besides sex.
Easy, she wanted to have all of him. Heart and mind were what she was after, not merely the body, although his deliciously hot form would be a welcome addition. Once she knew what she wanted, there was only one question to answer. How did she get everything on her list?
“Saki? How do I get him? Not for a night or two of sex, but all of him. I know you say he wants me, maybe even loves me, but I’m not sure. He doesn’t know me, at least not all of me. Tell me, how do I capture his attention and woo him?” There, progress was being made to achieve her goal of having him at her side.
“Do you love him?” Her friend asked as she sat back on the couch.
“It’s been a long time since I had a man in my life, loved someone, and I am not as confident about my feelings. I’m starting to, and everything I hear about him pulls me closer to feeling more for him than I had.” She’d locked herself away for long enough. It was time to move on with life and open her heart again.
“In my opinion, you’ve spent time with him and know him well, but on a friendly level. Maybe you need to get physical. You said it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a man. I think you have a lot of pent up passion and it needs to be released in order to know for sure. Play around, get kinky or not, but experience being with him in a different way. See if the intimacy makes the answer more obvious.”
“I can manage getting close to him, no problem. What I need to know is how do I seduce him?” She hadn’t ever had to work for a man before. Her coach had been attracted to her and, when she finally realized it, she had been ready to jump in with both feet.
“You know what I’m going to say. Put the red makeup on your nipples. Give him a hint it’s there, maybe give him a look, and I guarantee he’ll take you. No question about it.” Saki had worn the makeup with Matt, and Molly knew how well it had worked on him.
