by Johnson, Cat
Picking her up and tossing her lightly on top of the hay, Ryan grinned. He crawled up after her, gripped her still open shorts and pulled. As he lowered his head to between her thighs, he said, “That you can’t always get what you want.”
“Today I will.”
Ryan glanced up from between her legs. “We’ll see.”
His fingers slid inside her and pressed her G-spot as his tongue made contact with her clit. Then his mouth was too busy for talking.
Jeremy found himself in a crappy mood after leaving Ryan alone with Ansley. God knows what the boy would end up doing with her in that equipment shop.
From the moment she’d walked into Hank’s, Ansley had turned his life upside down. Hell, what that flirty mouth had done to him haunted every waking and sleeping moment since he’d placed her in the off limits category. How long would Ryan be able to maintain Ansley’s off limits status?
Seeing her alone this morning with his brother, Jeremy fully realized something. He was jealous as all hell. He steered the truck down the drive toward the equipment shop so fast, gravel shot from beneath the tires. Realizing he was rushing to get back to her, or at least to Ryan to make sure nothing happened between him and her, he cursed out loud.
He forced himself to slow down until he reached and finally parked outside the shop. The new part he’d picked up in town in one hand, he strode toward the door.
Jeremy heard them before he saw them and stopped dead in his tracks. The sounds of two people enjoying one another was unmistakable. He didn’t need a visual to know what was happening. Jeremy cursed again beneath his breath.
Glutton for punishment that he was, he peered inside. The minute his eyes adjusted to the change in light, his gaze found them on top of the hay. He wished he hadn’t looked. The vision of Ansley with Ryan’s dick in her mouth as she straddled his brother’s face had him hard as a rock in an instant. How fucked up was that?
Now what? Jeremy was about to back up and out of the barn when Ansley raised her head off his brother’s dick and made eye contact with him. Still stroking Ryan with one hand, she continued to stare at Jeremy in the doorway. The narrowing of her gaze, the expression of longing on her face, was an invitation if ever he saw one. Then she beckoned him closer with the teasing crook of her finger.
His dick got harder at the thought of the three of them together. What the hell? What was he thinking? Jeremy shook his head no. She nodded yes.
Standing motionless, he knew he should turn and leave. Hell, he wanted to, but he couldn’t seem to move his feet. Ansley, gaze still on him, parted her lips with a moan as she rode Ryan’s mouth. He watched her, mesmerized as she came right there in front of him.
Unable to look away, he stood for he didn’t know how long as she rocked over his brother, crying out loudly, all while staring at him. Then she slid her mouth back over Ryan’s cock without breaking eye contact with Jeremy, and that finally knocked him out of his daze.
Jeremy turned and didn’t look back. He got into his truck and headed directly for his own house, but his mind was still on the scene in the shop. Why had he stayed around to watch Ansley sucking off Ryan? And more importantly, why the hell did parts of him enjoy it so much? It was all he could do to not reach down and get himself off. He must be some sick son of a bitch.
Back in his house, he refused to give in to the impulse to relieve the ache in his cock. Shit. He needed to take his mind off what he’d just seen. He opened the door of his fridge for lack of anything better to do. His grandmother had left him some leftovers in a plastic container.
The sight of his Grams’s food deflated his erection nicely. Perfect. He took the container out and tossed it into the microwave. He wasn’t really hungry, but what the hell. What else did he have to do besides eat? It wasn’t like Ansley’s mouth was wrapped around his cock like it had been around Ryan’s. He set the microwave to cook for five minutes then jumped in the shower, trying to wash away the memory along with the morning’s sweat.
Happy with himself for resisting the urge to stroke the erection from hell, which rose again in the shower, Jeremy got out and toweled off. He refused to jerk off to the image of Ansley with Ryan.
Jeremy wandered to his bedroom where he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt before heading into the kitchen. The room was filled with the smell of his food. His mouth watered. Maybe he was hungry after all. He was just grabbing a fork when he heard a quiet knock on the kitchen door. Opening it, he froze at the sight of Ansley.
At least she was fully dressed, because in his self deprived state he wasn’t sure what he would have done if she’d been wearing any less clothing. It was hard enough looking at her without envisioning her face while she came.
Jeremy left the door wide open and turned his back on her to go tend to his food. He pulled the hot container out of the microwave and dropped it on the table. He sat in front of the plastic bowl of steaming barbecued shredded beef.
“You can come in if you want. You don’t have to stand outside.” He didn’t look at her. Instead he got up, went to the fridge and grabbed a beer this time. He needed it. Sitting again, he cracked open the can. “Oh, sorry. Can I get you a beer?”
She took a step inside, still hovering in the doorway. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was so quiet he barely heard her.
“For what?”
“Before.”
“You mean your inviting me to join you and my brother? Why would you be sorry about that? I was the idiot. Any other man you invited for a threesome would probably jump at the chance.” That came out harsher than he’d meant. What was it about her that made him so insane?
“You sound like you hate me.”
He let out a long, loud breath. “I don’t hate you.”
“You certainly don’t like me.”
Jeremy let out a bitter laugh. “Actually, I do.” Too much.
“You don’t act like it.”
He shook his head. “What do you want me to say? That it’s okay with me you were barely in town twenty-four hours before you’d blown both me and my brother? That I don’t mind coming home after thinking about you and me together every damn minute, to find you with his dick buried in your throat? That it’s fine you wanted me to jump right in and join you?”
That part of me really wanted to.
She didn’t say a word so he continued. “It’s none of my business who you have sex with, Ansley, so stop worrying about what I think.”
“I’m not having sex with Ryan.”
He let out a derisive snort. “Whatever. I told you. It’s none of my business.”
“But I’m not.”
“Sure. Okay. Fine. You’re not.”
“Jeremy, I’m a virgin.”
Those softly spoken, shaky words caught his attention more than all her other protests. He remembered the sight of her, naked from the waist down and straddling Ryan’s face. All while her eyes watched his as she bobbed her head up and down over his brother’s dick.
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Ansley.”
“I am.”
“Ansley, come on. You were begging me to fuck you in the ass on top of my bar, then went directly to skinny dipping in front of Ryan. I fucked you with a wine bottle. You blew both my brother and me. Yeah, I’m sure all virgins act like that.”
Tears glistened in her eyes. “But that’s all I do. Oral, anal—and actually I’ve never even completely done that—but that’s not real sex. Those things don’t mean anything. It’s not a big deal. Not like actual intercourse.”
She was adamant enough he believed her. She was serious. Ansley believed what she was saying was true. Jeremy shook his head, only now it was with pity rather than disbelief. He returned to his earlier appraisal. Ansley was really messed up in her views regarding relationships.
“You don’t believe me.” The pitch of her voice rose.
“Not true. I do believe you. I just can’t even begin to tell you how wrong you are.” Feeling bad he’d upset her, h
e sighed. “Come here. Sit down.”
He reached around the table and pulled out a chair. She approached a bit like a frightened animal and he felt worse. She sat and he pushed his beer in front of her. Taking it, she took a big swallow, then slid it back to him.
Jeremy shook his head and pushed it back. “You keep it.”
She looked like she needed it even more than he did. Her hand trembled as she raised the can to her lips one more time and took a big swallow.
“All right. I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen.” When she didn’t protest, Jeremy continued. “I do believe you. It sounds just messed up enough to be true. What I can’t believe is you think doing what you’re doing doesn’t count as sex.”
“Technically, it’s not sex. I’ve never had intercourse.”
“I’ve never heard anything so stupid.” He shook his head and laughed. “You’re totally wrong.”
“Why are you being so mean? I’m doing the right thing. I’m waiting to engage in the most intimate act a man and a woman can do together until I find someone special.” Her eyes filled with tears.
Jeremy sighed, torn. He’d seen her play the master manipulator. Now, she was crying. He didn’t know which to believe. “Those real tears, darlin’, or the kind you use to get men to do what you want?”
“You are a really horrible person. Do you know that?”
Something made him believe her crying was genuine.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m trying to help you by telling you the truth.” He reached out and brushed a tear from her cheek. “Sometimes the truth hurts.”
“You’re awfully philosophical for a stupid cowboy.” She swiped angrily at another tear that ran down her cheek.
He cocked a brow. “Now who’s being mean?”
She turned her head away. With his thumb and forefinger on her chin, he brought her back around to look at him. “I need you to know this. If you truly believe which hole in your body a man puts his dick changes anything, you’re wrong.”
Ansley shot him a hate-filled look and stood. He stood too and captured her with his arms. He expected a fight. What he got was Ansley, unmoving except for the trembling he felt.
“Just listen. Sex—all kinds—can be personal or it can be totally impersonal but it doesn’t matter what the act is. What matters is the people involved and how they feel about each other. So yeah, I might fuck a girl every which way, including real intercourse as you put it, and not feel a thing. And then sometimes there’s a connection and something as simple as a touch, or a kiss, or yeah, even oral sex, is world altering. One look into her eyes during one orgasm can be the most intimate connection I’ve ever felt.” He laughed bitterly, not believing what he was about to say. “Even if that orgasm happens while she’s sitting on another man’s face.”
She drew in a deep breath and glanced up. Her gaze collided with his. Jeremy looked away. That was far more than he’d ever wanted to reveal to her or face up to himself. Ansley reached up and this time it was her turning his face back toward hers. “Jeremy.”
With a sigh he gave in and met her gaze. “Yeah.”
“Show me. Make me feel it. The intimacy.”
He laughed. “I’m not going to be your first ‘real sex’ if that's what you're asking.” He shook his head, not believing he had resorted to using her term, as idiotic as it was.
“I’m not asking you to be.”
“Then what do you want from me?”
“All the rest.”
His dick was so hard it looked like there was a flagpole lodged inside his sweatpants. No way he could deny how much he wanted her. He decided not to bother trying. Drawing in a breath of resignation, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
He set her on the floor inside his room. Her breath was coming faster. He could feel the need radiating from her. Or hell, it could be his own need he felt. It was enough to take him off his feet.
Ansley pressed closer, eliminating the tiny space that had been left between them. Her hands on his chest, her gaze met his.
What was he waiting for? He dipped his head closer to hers, cupped her face in both of his hands and met her lips for their first kiss. Jeremy moaned at the feel of her lips opening for his tongue. He stroked in and out of her mouth in a slow, sensuous dance. One move had his thigh between hers. A change of position had them pressed intimately close, the fleece of his sweatpants creating unbearable friction against the overly sensitized head of his cock.
Jeremy groaned against her mouth. She answered by tangling her hands in his hair. The kiss became more passionate. He angled his head and enjoyed the feel of her tongue stroking his until she broke away. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, it was with a slightly unfocused stare. Her breaths were quick and shallow. She clung to him with fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. He couldn’t help the smile of triumph that crossed his lips. Just a kiss, nothing more, and they were both unsteady.
Deciding this wasn’t the time for I told you so, he did the next best thing. He scooped her off the floor and laid her on the bed. She reached for his erection.
He stopped her hand. “I want you naked first.”
Skin to skin. Nothing between them. He unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down before pulling her top over her head. The bra followed. He slipped her underwear over her long, lean legs then spread those legs and enjoyed the view he remembered so well from the bar.
How had he ever had the strength to resist taking everything she’d offered then? He didn’t resist taking another taste of her now, sucking until her pretty pink clit swelled. It peeked out at him, begging to be sucked, as she writhed beneath his mouth.
There’d be no saying no to her today. Jeremy groaned at the thought and reached for the nightstand. Too many nights alone with nothing but his hand for company meant he had lubricant on hand all the time. Thank God for it now. He grabbed the bottle.
Ansley watched the motion, and then rolled over onto her belly. She braced on her hands and knees, open and ready for him.
He stroked the gorgeous backside she presented. He spread her cheeks and exposed that puckering tight hole he’d teased once before. The memory of yesterday had him dropping the lube onto the bed and leaning in. His tongue pierced her, sending a shiver through her body. He pulled back enough to blow on the wet spot, and then watched the goose bumps rise on her flesh. She clenched in response.
The lube he squirted onto one finger and pressed inside her was cold too. It would warm soon enough though, both from her body and his.
“Roll over. I want to see you.” As much as he loved the view of her ass, he wanted the connection of being face to face. After all, wasn’t that the whole point of doing this? To prove to her any act could be intimate? Yeah, right. He was doing this because he couldn’t be near Ansley and not want her.
She did as he asked and rolled onto her back. He bent her legs and settled himself on his knees between them, then reached beneath her. Anticipation had him trembling a bit himself as he circled the spot before he pressed a slippery digit against her tight opening. He left it there, pressing firmly against her but not entering, as he found her clit with the other hand.
Jeremy watched her eyes narrow while he circled her clit, faster, harder. Her breath quickened. At the same time, the clenching of her muscles began to draw him into her ass. With nothing more than a tiny bit of pressure against her hole, his slick finger was being pulled ever so slowly into her body. His pulse pounded as her muscles gripped his finger. In moments, that would be his cock instead.
Ansley’s body tensed and, close now, she began to quake. He wanted to be pushing inside her when she came. Sliding a pillow beneath her hips, he braced her feet on his shoulders. He watched her expression as he lubed up both his cock and a second finger. He slid two fingers inside her. He stroked in and out, easing the tightness, opening her for him until she was ready.
Jeremy’s gaze never left her face. He pressed and held his lubed cock agai
nst her as his thumb worked her clit. As she got closer to orgasm he pushed steadily inside. He saw her expression of sheer wonder as he eased past tight muscles until he was fully seated inside and her heat surrounded him. She grabbed and squeezed his forearms, her eyes closed while she moaned her pleasure.
He moved her legs so they clasped around his waist before setting a rhythm. He pulled out slightly, then pushed slowly back in, so slick he slipped easily in and out with little resistance. Her eyes drifted shut and she began to shake again. So close. He worked her clit faster and she started to come. Bracing a hand on her hip, he pushed deeper inside. Her body pulsed, her muscles gripping him so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out. She, however, didn’t hold back. He heard her as vividly as he felt her.
Riding wave after wave of her orgasm, he set a rhythm, pulling out and sliding back in, again and again, harder, faster until he rocked both them and the bed, sending the headboard into the wall. Her cries kept coming, her body kept throbbing, the bed kept banging, for how long he couldn’t judge.
Would she keep coming as long as he kept working her clit as he fucked her ass? Jeremy groaned at the thought, but he’d never find out the answer. Way too soon he felt himself tipping over the edge. Tingling heat shot like lightening through his balls. He thrust deep and held there. Buried inside, he came in hot bursts. Her body, so hot and tight, cradled his still throbbing dick as he collapsed on top of her.
When he could finally move again, he braced on an elbow to stop crushing her even though she never complained—not that she had the breath to.
Still pressed inside her, he captured her lips. Jeremy kissed her until they were both breathless again. He could easily succumb to the afterglow and aftershocks still pulsing from her through him, but there was something he had to say. Ansley wouldn’t be here forever and he wanted to make sure one thing was very clear.
“Virgin or not, Ansley, technically sex or not, what we just did together? That was real intimacy. Never forget how that felt.”
He saw the wonder in her eyes. It made him want her all over again. Jeremy tipped his hips, pressing himself deep again from where he’d begun to slip out. Oh yeah, a few more strokes like that and he’d be completely hard again. He brushed her lips with his, then pulled back and watched her face. “You all right? I can stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
