by Calista Fox
She stared up at him as his rock-hard penis slid easily between the mounds holding it captive. Her fingers still toyed with her nipples, making them impossibly tight. Jack’s expression grew dark and intense as his sooty eyelashes dipped, leaving small blue crescents to gaze down on her.
His chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. She wanted to make him come. Even though it would mean missing out on the pleasure of feeling him inside her, letting him drive her wild as he hammered into her, she had to admit…he was driving her wild right now.
She dropped her chin to her chest and when the tip of his cock pushed through her slick flesh, her tongue darted out and she licked him.
Jack bucked against her and his rhythm picked up in both pace and strength. His fingers tangled a little tighter in her hair as his thick shaft thrust upward between her breasts, then retreated, then thrust again.
“Liza.” He whispered her name on a low growl. It did wicked things to her insides.
“It’s okay,” she whispered back.
She could feel the tension in his body. The trembling of his powerful legs. He worked his cock a little harder between her breasts. A little faster. Thrusting with short, quick strokes as ragged breaths of air fell from his lips.
“Damn it,” he groaned. “I don’t want to stop.”
“So don’t,” she said, feeling a little breathless herself. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy pulsed with excitement. She wanted him inside her, but getting Jack off was her sole focus.
“You’ve got to stop,” he said, his eyelids making that final dip until his black lashes fanned out against his tanned skin. “Liza.”
“I don’t want to stop,” she told him. “I want to make you come.”
“You’re damn close, sweetheart.”
“So quit holding back,” she said. She pushed her breasts closer together, enveloping him tightly. Dipping her head again, her mouth hovered over the very spot his cock would appear when he thrust upward. She opened wide, then closed her lips around his rigid rod, sucking deep before he pulled out.
“Liza!” He ground out one last time. She felt his body jerk and convulse and when the tip of his erection peeked through her plumped up flesh one more time, she pulled the sucking number again. When she released him from her mouth, she felt the hot spurts of his come on her slick skin.
He growled again, low and deep as he came. His fingers were twisted in her hair and pulled a bit tight for comfort, but his fiery reaction to what she’d done to him, his powerful orgasm, made her too wired with triumph and exhilaration to really notice. She didn’t even mind the mess he’d made, which she was sure was something he’d tried to warn her about. He’d probably thought she was much too prim and proper to find that acceptable.
Guess she showed him. When she’d said adios to prudish Elizabeth, she’d left everything about her in the dust.
Admittedly, making Jack come—any which way she could—was about the most exciting and liberating thing she’d ever experienced. She gloated inwardly as she counted the seconds it took him to slow his breathing. Even after a full sixty, it still came in harsh pulls. He let loose of her hair and she released his imprisoned cock as he stepped away from her.
Catching her by surprise—so his style—he captured her elbow with his strong hand and helped her to her feet. Her knees creaked and she let out a soft laugh. He coaxed her backward with a step. As the backs of her legs brushed the bed, he gently pushed her down, forcing her to sit on the edge of the mattress. His gaze never once left hers.
“I’ll get a wet towel. Just stay here.” He continued to eye her closely, though, and she got the strange sense that he expected her to bolt.
Why on earth would she?
Staring back at him, she said, “Okay. Thanks.” Her voice was strong and steady. It seemed to take him aback.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She didn’t get it.
Jack shook his head and moved away. He stalked off to the bathroom and she heard the water running as he turned on the faucet.
Liza wondered for a brief moment if she’d done something wrong. Was that impulsive move a total romance killer?
When she looked down at the small mess on her chest, she finally got what had Jack so tense. Yes, there was a bit of bodily fluid on her skin that she wasn’t used to seeing. And her nipples were still pebbled tight, as though they’d been covered with ice. But that wasn’t what had Jack so concerned. The tiny, faint patch of purple between her breasts did the trick all on its own.
She let out a sigh. Good grief. So she bruised easily. He hadn’t hurt her. Not in the least.
“Jack,” she said as he returned to his bedroom and crossed to where she still sat. “This is nothing.”
He went to work on her chest, using way too much care and too much of a light touch for her to be able to stand it.
“Oh for Christ’s sake,” she said as she snatched the towel from his hand, tidied herself in short order and handed the rag back to him.
Jack’s dark brows shot up, but a spark of amusement finally lit his baby blues.
Thank God. Any more brooding and she’d have to kick him.
“You didn’t break me,” she told him. “You’re not going to. You can’t. I might not be hearty country stock, but goddamn it, I’m from New York. I’m a fairly tough city girl.”
And she felt quite a bit of pride in the truth of her words. After all, she hadn’t let McClellan-Piper break her spirit. Hadn’t allowed Peter to do it, either. So she’d stumbled and nearly fallen a couple of times. It didn’t matter because here she was, making a new life for herself. One that included a sexy cowboy who, despite his very wicked ways, seemed to care about her.
She’d landed a job tonight and had decided on volunteering some time to help Ginger. Hell, maybe she’d even join the Junior League! Devote herself to a higher purpose than a fat paycheck and a Park Avenue apartment.
“Now,” she said, trying to rein in her exuberant emotions, though she suddenly felt very pleased with her new direction in life. “Get over it and get on with it.”
* * * * *
Jack laughed. “You love to shock the shit out of me, don’t you, darlin’?”
She smiled up at him, her pearly white teeth gleaming in the soft glow from the bedside lamp. “And they say only opposites attract.”
She borrowed his line from last night and it made him grin.
“That’s better,” she said.
She slipped off the edge of the bed and stood in front of him, her hands roaming at will, making him forget all about his anger over having lost control and giving into the incredible sensations she so easily evoked. He felt like hell for the faint bruise the tip of his cock had left on her chest, but she didn’t seem to care about that.
In fact, she eyed him with a lusty look and asked, “Exactly how long will it take for you to recover?”
He dropped the towel as his hands shot out and lightly gripped her upper arms. Moving swiftly, he pressed her down onto the bed, sprawling partially across her. His mouth was on hers before she could even say, “Oh!”
He kissed her long and deep, until she was limp beneath him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs twined with his. His mouth moved from hers and he worked his way down her neck, tasting her warm, slightly salty skin. His lips trailed lower to her small, pert nipples, tasting of cinnamon. His tongue swept over one small bud, keeping it tight and aroused.
Her fingers twisted in his hair. The sigh that escaped her lips made his groin tighten. He headed south, positioning himself between her legs. He gripped her thighs and yanked her closer to the edge of the bed. His large hands splayed across her inner thighs, parting them wide. His thumbs grazed the already dewy lips that had dampened her champagne-colored lace panties. The pad of one thumb pressed against her clit and he rubbed it slowly as he watched her watch him.
“You said you had more of these?” he asked as the fingers of his free hand curled
around the thin strand of material at her hip.
She grinned. “And replacements are easy to locate.”
One quick tug on the flimsy string and it tore away from the triangle that covered her.
“I’ll buy you a new pair.” The hand that had been teasing her clit this entire time pushed aside the swath of lace.
Jack dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her. His tongue went to work on her clit with quick flicks and sharp sucking that had her writhing and moaning and gasping for air. He pushed two fingers deep inside her wet pussy and twisted them slightly. She came instantly. She cried out as her back arched and her hips lifted, keeping the intimate contact with Jack’s mouth as he continued to lick and suck her.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
As Jack’s fingers withdrew from her and slowly rubbed her labia, she said, “You were certainly a man on a mission there.”
“Sometimes it’s downright impossible not to let loose with you, darlin’.”
She sighed. “Whatever you want to do to me…”
He shook his head. “Careful how you hand over that carte blanche.”
Propping herself up on her elbows so she could see him better—because he was still between her legs—she said, “I’ve been careful my whole life, Jack. Responsible and passive to a fault. I want us on equal ground, but you are infinitely more skilled in this area than me. And yet…” She shook her head, seemingly searching for the right words. “You let me try whatever I want and you push me beyond my boundaries. I can’t believe there’s anything you’d do to me—or that we’d do together—that wouldn’t drive me absolutely wild. That we both wouldn’t enjoy.”
He stood, but leaned over her, pressing his hands to her inner thighs, widening the vee they created. His erection had sprung to life with her little speech and he was ready to use it, condom and all. “The problem is that you drive me absolutely wild.”
“I fail to see how that’s a problem,” she countered as she lay back on the bed. “Jack,” she said as he stroked her swollen lips with the head of his cock. “Fuck me.”
Chapter Thirteen
He didn’t say a word. His hard cock thrust into her and her fingers curled around the plush duvet as he withdrew slightly and then thrust into her again.
Liza’s heart thundered in her chest. Her abdomen pulled tight and her jaw fell slack as harsh puffs of air blew out of her mouth each time Jack hammered into her. He drew her knees up tight to his sides, holding them in place as he leaned just slightly over her. Her hips rocked upward at every deep plunge and their eyes remained locked. She could feel him so far inside her, filling her so completely that it sent jolts of electricity ricocheting through her body every time he moved.
“This is why I’ve been warning you,” he said in a strained voice as he somehow managed to thrust even deeper into her, causing her body to bow off the bed, making her moan.
Her fists tightened around the thick material she held. “I knew what I was getting myself into from the start. From the very first moment our eyes met at your saloon.”
He groaned, low and deep. One of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard. “It’s impossible not to lose control with you,” he said.
As though to back up that statement, he fucked her with long, full strokes that were also quick and forceful.
“Oh God,” she murmured. His hard cock filled and stretched her. Pressed deep into her cunt, stroking her inner walls, hitting all the right spots. Making her hot and restless. “That’s it. Fuck me hard.”
His hips jerked forward as he put extra effort into getting her off. One hand released a leg tucked against his side and the pads of two fingers massaged her clit, rubbing quickly and confidently. Her undoing.
“Jack,” she whispered on a harsh breath. “Oh yes.” She let go of the duvet and instead palmed her breasts, squeezing them roughly before she tugged on the tight nipples. Her back arched and her hips met his as he continued to thrust into her, hard and fast.
“Come with my cock inside you, darlin’,” he said in a rough voice. “Squeeze me tight. Milk me with that sweet pussy of yours.”
His fingers on her clit rubbed a bit faster, a frenzied pace that matched his fucking. All the intensely erotic sensations he evoked collided in a fierce firestorm and she screamed as she came.
“Jack! Oh God!” Her body vibrated and her cunt contracted around his cock, holding him in a firm grip, not wanting to let him go.
Jack’s eyelids dipped and his hands slid to her waist. He pressed himself into her as the tremors rocked her body. Then he reached for her hands and pulled her toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck. A heartbeat later, he lifted her off the bed. Her legs wound around his hips and she held on as he moved them across the room to the large, dark blue chair that sat diagonally in the far corner.
Jack eased them down onto the plump cushion and he settled into the chair as she straddled his lap. His hands gripped her hips and he coaxed her into a slow rocking motion that had them both breathing heavy within seconds.
The feel of him gently pushing up into her as she slowly ground herself against his rock-hard erection was so exquisite, so exciting, that she couldn’t help but pick up the pace.
“Slow,” he said, his jaw clenched tight.
“No.”
Her hips gyrated in time with his movements. Instinct took over as her hands clasped his broad shoulders and she rode him a little faster, a little harder.
“Liza,” he said in that warning tone of his. “Be careful.”
“Told you earlier. I’m done being careful,” she said as she lifted slightly off his lap, then came down fully on his hard cock. Her breathy moans mingled with his primal grunts.
When she came off his lap a second time, he gripped her hips even tighter, holding her in place as he fucked her in a quick, piston-like way that stole her breath altogether.
“I told you,” he said in a strained voice.
“Oh God…”
She could barely focus her gaze on him as the pleasure tore through her.
“You’re so damn tight,” he whispered in her ear. “So hot and wet.”
Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, making him groan and thrust up into her.
“I like how you fuck me,” she told him in a breathless voice.
“I like your adventurous spirit,” he countered as one of his hands left her hip and slid around to her ass. His finger rubbed the rim of her anus, making her jolt as he continued to fuck her, her body moving with his in a quick, steady rhythm.
“Jack.” A hint of uncertainty was wrapped around that one word. But then he kissed her and her slight protest slipped away.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hips jerked upward as his cock continued to thrust deep into her wet cunt. The finger between the cleft of her ass cheeks pressed inward, adding one more electrifying sensation to all the others he sparked.
This time, she didn’t question him. When the thumb on his other hand covered her clit and rubbed vigorously, she tore her mouth from his and gasped for air. Once again, the sensory overload was almost too much to bear. But she didn’t ask him to stop. She wanted to feel all the glorious sensations explode within her. Wanted more and more with every hard thrust of his cock.
“I’m going to come again,” she said.
“Do it, baby. Come for me,” he said. “Come all over my cock. Show me how much you like me fucking your pussy.”
“So much,” she muttered. “Oh God, it feels so good.”
She was lost in the sensations, not caring about anything other than the pleasure they gave each other. She arched her back and he bent his head to her breast, capturing her nipple with his warm lips.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Suck my nipples, Jack. I want it all.” Every nerve-ending snapped, every erogenous zone sizzled. Yet she still wanted more.
She was at that point again where everything he did to her felt like too much to control. Too much to process all at o
nce. But she couldn’t back away from the intensity. Her insides burned and her pussy tingled. Her nipples were sensitive buds that craved his attention and her ass… For the love of God. His finger, pressing into that forbidden spot, made her want to scream her pleasure.
“Jack,” she said on a hard rush of air. “Oh Jesus. I’m so close.” An understatement. One more quick thrust into her cunt and she cried out his name as she came.
“Oh yeah.” He groaned. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck my cock,” he said as she rode him a wildly, intensifying her orgasm.
“Come inside me,” she pleaded. “Now, Jack. Please.”
He hammered a little harder into her throbbing pussy and a few moments later she felt the now-familiar shudder of his body as he came.
“Jesus, Liza!” he said on another sharp groan. He pushed her down onto his lap, burying his cock inside her as she continued to grind against him, prolonging the sensation for them both and sparking another orgasm for her.
“Oh yes,” she moaned as the sizzling and snapping lit her insides. “Oh God, yes. That is so very, very good.”
They held each other tightly, both breathing heavily. She reveled in the intimacy of the moment, something she’d never experienced before. Something she’d never known existed until now.
Her fingers twined in Jack’s hair and she inhaled the dark, musky scent of him. His body was hard and his skin was hot and slick against hers. Her breasts pressed to his pectoral muscles, every rise and fall of his chest arousing her nipples even more.
“Is it just me,” Liza finally managed to ask, “or does this keep better and better?”
He smiled against her shoulder. She could feel the curve of his lips and the warmth of his breath on her skin.
“I think you’re right, darlin’. I’m going by how loud you scream.”
Heat singed her cheeks. “I seem to have trouble controlling that. I’ll try to be a little quieter.”
“Quiet’s for the library,” he said.
Jack shifted on the chair, then stood, holding her against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her to the bed. He set her on the edge again and finally withdrew from her still-tingling pussy, though her legs seemed reluctant to release their grip on him. He chuckled, then ducked into the bathroom. She stripped off the nightie and reached for the towel she’d used earlier. After tidying herself up once again, she slipped between the crisp white sheets on his bed and settled in as Jack returned.
