Leather and Lust

by McKenna Chase

  She leaned in as much as she could with her hands tied to the rail. The swollen head of his cock teased her slick, heated flesh, rubbing up and down her slit until she was squirming with need.

  She couldn’t speak. All she could do was close her eyes and feel. Feel his fingers stroking her. Feel his cock spreading her. Feel the glorious pressure of that long, thick, rigid part of his body pushing into her, little by little, while his large, very capable hands, grasped her hips to steady her.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned as he filled her. Her nails sank into the wood as her grip tightened.

  “Oh, God, is right,” Jackson muttered through clenched teeth. His hips stilled and he buried his face in her hair. “You’re so tight. I can’t take it.”

  “No,” she argued softly. “You’re just really big.” She arched her back, raising her ass, and pushed against him, sinking his cock even deeper into her willing body.

  “Geezus, Jillian,” he gasped, his grip tightening.

  “Fuck me, Jackson,” she pleaded. “I want it deep. Hard. I want your cock exploding inside of me.”

  He let out an animal-like growl and thrust into her, pumping his hips, his balls slapping against her skin in a determined rhythm. Those relentless strokes maddening, driving.

  His husky groans and impassioned thrusts sent her tumbling over the edge. Jackson followed a few more pounding strokes later, filling her body with the warmth of his release.

  When the shudders racking his body finally eased, he braced his hands on the top rail of the fence above her and hung his head. “I’ll never survive this week.”

  She smiled up at him, liking the control she’d felt when she’d dragged him over the edge with her. “Maybe not,” she replied, rubbing against him. “But what a way to go.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Jillian awoke to the feel of Jackson’s strong arms wrapped snuggly around her. Just as she had for the past five mornings. It felt so right being there at the ranch with him. So much so it scared her. When had she let her guard down with him and made herself vulnerable to real feelings?

  She ran a fingertip along his strong, proud jaw in a light caress. Did he feel the connection between them? Not the sexual one, that was a given. But something more. Something deeper.

  Don’t be a fool, her mind warned. You’ve already had your heart broken once. Stop looking for something that isn’t there.

  “I’m going to miss you,” she whispered with a soft sigh, letting her hand fall away.

  Jackson stirred, opening his dark eyes. “Morning,” he offered with a sleepy grin.

  “Morning.”

  His gaze fell on her lips. “Why the frown?”

  She forced a smile. “I’m not frowning. Just thinking.”

  “About what?”

  She ran her fingers down his chest, tracing its hard, muscular contours. “Nothing really.”

  “Talk to me, Jillian. Tell me what’s troubling you.”

  She looked up, meeting his gaze. “I was just thinking about how fast this week has gone.”

  He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers. “Too damn fast.”

  Her time with Jackson had more than exceeded her wildest dreams. They’d had hot, steamy, thoroughly satisfying sex morning, noon and night, and sometimes in between. Stamina was no problem for Jackson. Not in the least.

  “You’re thinking again,” he said with a teasing grin. “That tells me I’m not doing my job.” Lifting the sheet, he disappeared beneath it.

  She closed her eyes, focusing on the warmth of his breath as it moved down her naked body to settle between her thighs.

  He nudged her thighs further apart.

  “Yes...” she muttered as his mouth moved over her, the warmth of his breath caressing her eagerly awaiting pussy.

  “Lord, how I love the taste of you.” His voice, still raspy from sleep and deepened by desire, drifted out from beneath the sheet.

  Her fingers curled around the spindle posts of the headboard as she arched into his sensual kiss.

  His fingers parted her flesh, giving his tongue full access to what it sought as he lapped hungrily at her juices.

  “Jackson...”

  His response was a husky chuckle as he thrust one finger inside her, followed immediately by another.

  She yanked the sheet away, needing to watch him.

  His dark head bobbed up and down between her thighs as his mouth worshipped her body.

  Releasing her hold on the headboard, she reached for him. “No more. I need you inside me.”

  He lifted his head, his heated gaze meeting hers. Hunger burned like twin flames in his dark eyes. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and then rose up on his knees, lifting her legs over his broad shoulders.

  She was open to him, feeling both sexy and vulnerable at the same time. Her gaze slid downward to the hardened length of his cock as it sprang toward her from the nest of dark curls that surrounded it.

  “See what you do to me,” he said, curling his hand around the swollen flesh. He worked his hand up and down his thick shaft, his breathing labored.

  She watched, unable to look away, her pussy pulsing between her open thighs. She’d never seen a man touch himself that way. So bold in his strokes.

  “Know that when you’re gone,” he said, “I’ll be pleasuring myself this way, remembering how it felt to be caught in the tight pull of your pussy. So hot and wet.”

  “I’ll be doing the same,” she said, reaching between her parted thighs to touch herself. “Only nothing will be able to compare to the real thing. To the passion you stir in me.”

  “Reckon you’ll just have to make this an annual vacation.”

  “Don’t tempt me.”

  “You’re a fine one to talk about tempting.” He pulled her hand away from her glistening curls, his gaze meeting hers as he guided the tip of his cock to the dark pink flesh of her opening.

  She’d never been more ready for him to take her.

  But instead of thrusting into her, he ran his cock along her desire-dampened lips.

  Jillian moaned in protest, her hips lifting in response to his slow, torturous teasing.

  He eased his cock back through her juices to the crack of her ass.

  “In me,” she whimpered, closing her eyes. “I need your cock inside me.”

  “Here?” he asked, pressing the tip into the tight sheath of her anus. “Or here?” He withdrew and eased his now glistening erection back to the aching opening of her pussy.

  “Both,” she breathed. She wanted it all.

  He gave a low growl as he sank into her awaiting flesh.

  She cried out, her hips thrusting upward into the pleasure his body was offering her. Jackson filled her like no other man ever had.

  He wanted her so badly he could barely breathe. Jackson closed his eyes as he thrust his cock into the wet, welcoming warmth of her pussy. His hands slid up and down the bare legs draped over his shoulders, stroking her thighs and then cupping her ass as he plunged into her once again.

  Her lithe form squirmed against him, her legs spreading even further, drawing him in deeper. “Darlin’, keep that up and I’m not gonna be able to hold out long enough to give you pleasure in more than one part of your sweet body.

  “But there are so many parts of me waiting for your attention.” She smiled up at him, a playful, seductive smile that made him want to turn her over and...

  “Then you best hold on,” he told her. “I’m about to pay homage to that delectable little ass of yours.”

  “Jackson,” she shrieked as he pulled out of her body and lowered her legs, flipping her face down on the bed.

  “See what happens when you play with fire, darlin’.” Grasping her hips, he brought her up onto her knees and pressed his slick cock into the tight, perfectly puckered hole. Then he reached around to stroke her damp pussy.

  She whimpered and bucked against him. “More,” she pleaded.

  “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he said with a husky
chuckle. “I’ll make you a deal. Come for me, Jillian. Then I’ll pound into you as hard as you want.” He leaned forward to nip at the side of her neck as he continued stroking her clit.

  She gasped and moaned and writhed against him.

  He felt her body shudder and thrust his finger in deeper. “That’s it, darlin’. Give it to me. Give it to me now.”

  She buried her face in the pillow, muffling her pleasured cries.

  Teeth clenched, he struggled not to come himself as he sank deeper into her ass.

  “Ooh, yes,” she muttered hoarsely.

  “Jillian,” he groaned.

  “Fuck my ass, Jackson. Fuck it hard.”

  He nearly came right then and there. “You like my big cock spearing this tight little hole of yours, don’t you, darlin’? So fucking tight,” he groaned, losing what little control he had left.

  Orgasm came fast and hard, rocking his senses. The last thought he had before pulling out and sinking down onto the bed beside Jillian was how he never wanted to let her go.

  * * *

  “Is she crying?”

  “She is.”

  “Maybe we should send her to therapy.”

  “We could always try an exorcism.”

  Jillian turned from the window, greeted by the worried expressions on her best friends’ faces. “I don’t need therapy or an exorcism,” she assured them.

  “Well, you sure as hell need something,” Lauren argued with a frown.

  Alexis nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’ve been going around in this weird, lifeless daze for months, ever since you got back from your trip. It’s like you’ve lost the will to go on.”

  “Oh, please,” Jillian replied with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “You guys can be such drama queens. I’m fine. I’m just trying to get back to how my life was before I went to Wyoming.” Back to the way it had to be. Without Jackson.

  “Tell me something, Jillian. Did you go and fall in love with him or do you just miss getting fucked all day, every day, by your cowboy?” Lauren asked bluntly.

  Both.

  “O.M.G,” Alexis gasped. “She doesn’t even have to answer that. It’s written all over her face.”

  Lauren clucked her tongue. “You were supposed to get sexed up in Wyoming and then come back with more passion for life, not fall for him in the process.”

  “Man, he must have been good in the sack.”

  Jillian brushed a stray tear from her cheek with a sniffle. “I told you he was.” In fact, she’d told them every hot, steamy detail of her time with Jackson. After all, they were best friends and best friends shared everything.

  Lauren stood up from the sofa and paced the room. “This is our fault. We should have gone with her. Should have made sure she didn’t fall for the guy.”

  “We could have slept with him, too,” Alexis said with a pout.

  “He’s not into that,” Jillian said in Jackson’s defense. And the last thing she wanted to think about was her cowboy lover being with some other woman. Not in the way he’d been with her.

  “A one woman man, huh?” Lauren surmised. “Rare, but admirable.” She headed for Jillian’s room. “Come on, girls. We’ve got some packing to do.”

  “What are you talking about?” Jillian called out as she raced after her.

  “We’re going to help you pack your damn suitcase.”

  Alexis swept past her and began pulling lingerie from the top drawer of Jillian’s dresser.

  “Why are you packing my suitcase?”

  Lauren paused in her mission to look at her. “Because you have some unfinished business back in Wyoming with your dream man.”

  “No, I...” her protest died on her lips. They were right. There had been so much left unsaid between her and Jackson and it was all her fault. She had driven away that last morning while Jackson was in town getting feed for the horses. She hated goodbyes. Even worse, she knew she would have cried and ruined everything. Jackson had made his feelings on commitment perfectly clear. She was the one who had broken the rules and had lost her heart to him.

  Jillian sank down onto the edge of her bed. “I can’t go back.”

  “Why not?” Alexis asked.

  More tears fell. “Because I never told him good bye. I left while he was in town.”

  “You ran out on him?”

  “Alexis,” Lauren scolded with a frown. “She’s upset enough already.” She turned back to Jillian. “You left a note right?”

  Jillian shook her head with a sob. “I couldn’t. I wanted to stay there with him – forever. If I tried to put my reasons for leaving when I did into words, he would have known...”

  “That you loved him,” Lauren finished for her.

  “Yes.” She looked up at her friends in utter shock. “Oh, shit. What have I done? I told Jackson that he was safe. That I wasn’t looking for anything more than a hot fling with a cowboy. Then I had to go and fall in love with him of all things.”

  “You should be telling him that,” Alexis said with a smile.

  Jillian shook her head, waving away her friend’s suggestion. “Are you crazy? That’s the last thing Jackson would want to hear.”

  “You’ll never know unless you take the chance,” Alexis challenged.

  She’d already taken a chance and look where it had gotten her. She was head over heels for a man with a fear of commitment. Especially to ‘city-bred’ females.

  “What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” she asked them. “I’d make a fool of myself for nothing.”

  Alexis walked over and wrapped her arm around Jillian’s shoulders. “Would you rather spend the rest of your life shadowed by all those what if’s?”

  “The only way to find out how he really feels is to talk to him,” Lauren said. “In person.”

  “You’re right.” Jillian turned to hug Alexis and then raced over to Lauren, throwing her arms around her. “He’s worth risking my heart for. You guys are the best.”

  Alexis smiled. “Tell us something we don’t already know. Now let’s get packing.”

  Jillian spun around and raced to her closet, pulling out clothes. “I’ll have to call the airport and see when the soonest flight available is,” she called out. “And shoes. I’ll need shoes. Preferably unbreakable ones.”

  “And lots of sexy undies,” Alexis added.

  “My hair,” she groaned.

  “I’ll curl it for you,” Lauren offered.

  She looked to her friends. “I’m scared.”

  “Look at the bright side,” Alexis said. “If he turns you away there’s always the dude ranch.”

  Jillian threw a hanger at her friend who ducked just in time. “One of these days it’s going to be your suitcase we’re packing.”

  “Don’t hold your breath,” her friend said as she walked over to get Jillian’s suitcase from the closet.

  Jillian hurried to change her clothes, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do. Face the man who’d stolen her heart - her cowboy lover.