Page 11 of Roped By the Cowboy
“God, no,” she moans, her ass rubbing against me. “Please don’t.”
Smirking against her throat, I kiss there, rubbing my stone hard cock between her thighs, teasing us both. Pulling back, I almost laugh when she glares up at me. I made her come with my fingers a few times last night. Now I want something else. I want to give her more. I want to take more.
“Don’t pout at me, Jilly Bean. I will take care of you,” I promise, even though I have no idea how to do this.
Sliding down her body, pinning her arms above her head as she wriggles beneath me, I kiss her skin. God, she smells so good. I want it on my skin, on my clothes, on my hands, so I never forget it. I lick between her breasts, taking time to suck, bite, flick at her nipples the way I found she likes. We spent plenty of time last night finding out what we like to do to each other.
It was more than fooling around last night. Jillian talked to me for hours. Until the sun was about to come up. We got back on the horse for a while but that got hot fast, so we wound up making out like horny teenagers beneath a tree. Not that you would hear me complain.
Whatever we’re doing has her smiling, laughing, feeling good, and that is all that matters. That is what I want to see. It is all I can hope to give her. Well, plus all the orgasms I can manage. Grinning up at her, I kiss her hips, her thighs, the mound over her pretty pussy. A small strip of curls glistens in the sunshine and I smile, lowering my face to nuzzle there.
“Oh, my hell,” her raspy voice cries out as I shove my tongue inside her. It’s sweet, a little salty, the silky heat closing greedily on my tongue.
Jillian’s hands comb through my hair, tugging as I start to lick and suck at her. It is noisier than I expect and, hell, that is hot as fuck. Her pants as she rocks against my tongue, telling me where to lick her, where to suck, how to work my fingers into her with my tongue, they’re so hot I feel cum leaking from my stiff dick.
“Jesus, eating your pussy is going to makemecome, baby,” I grunt, teeth scraping over the tiny nub that pokes out at me, begging for attention.
“Come on me,” she purrs, wriggling beneath me. “It turns me on. Eat me until I come then come on me,” she commands, leaving no room for debate.
It’s when my tongue lashes at her clit as I pump my fingers into her the way I want to pump my cock into her that she starts to come. It’s louder than my eating her out is. Her shouts echo off the Iron Hills as she comes, my mouth soaked with her sweet, saltiness. Kneeling between her thighs, I start to jerk my jutting cock, but she is there.
Staring up at me, she leans forward, licking the sticky tip. Cupping the back of her head, I push at her mouth. With the hottest, filthiest grin I have ever seen, her mouth pops open and I push inside. Having her hot, wet mouth wrapped around me is a whole new heaven and I don’t last long.
“Ah, hell, I’m going to come,” I hiss, pulling back with a pop, fisting myself as I blow. Her head tilts back, tongue out, she lets me go wherever I want. It hits her mouth, her cheeks, her throat, her tits. I’ve never come as much as I have since she showed up on my doorstep and I know I won’t ever again after she’s gone.
Collapsing together, we’re breathless as we come down from our highs. Jillian jumps up moments later, giving a shake of her butt before she runs off towards the creek running alongside where we made camp. Made camp is saying a lot. We weren’t ready to go back to the ranch, so we laid out here cuddled up together all night. Best night of camping of my life.
Chasing after her, I laugh as she shrieks at the cool waters after diving in. I wade in slower, watching her dump handfuls of water on her creamy skin, washing me off her. I don’t much like that. Might have to find an excuse to put some back. Coming up behind her, I wrap her in my arms as we stare out over Iron Hills, enjoying the fresh air, the view, each other.
“This must be a beautiful life, cowboy,” she whispers, her body trembling against mine. It is warmer now, the water wonderful against our skin. Her body is not trembling from the cold—no this is something else.
“Thought it was. It was all I ever wanted to do. Be a cowboy. Before my parents died, my pop loved watching old westerns. We rode horses and went to the rodeo when I was little. Never catch him listening to anything but Hank or Johnny Cash. After I lost them, I guess I got lost for a while.”
“This is your home now though. With the horses, with the ranch.”
Knowing the answer to that, she turns to peer up at me. It might have been the truth yesterday or the day before. Today…I ain’t sure anymore. Not when I have been given a glimpse of a different kind of home. One with a woman who loves life the way she does, who is brave enough to give it another go after it upended on her.
“Thought it was,” I repeat, not breaking our gaze. Cupping her chin in my hand, I lower my head slowly. I give her time to stop me. We’ve done plenty of kissing, of touching, of pleasing each other. This is different.
Jillian tilts her head back, sighing as I seal my mouth to hers. Her wet body presses to mine, and I bend, lifting her in the water. Wrapping her whole body around mine, she kisses me deeply, hungrily, sealing my fate for good. I won’t be done with her after one night. How could I be?
“Jillian, baby….” I start to tell her just that when a tinkling sound startles me. The horse neighs at the foreign sound, pulling from the tree I tied it to. Jillian’s eyes darken as they stare up at me. Blinking, she seems to come out of whatever stupor that kiss put her in, cursing shakily.
“It’s…it’s my phone, Jacob. I need to get it. He…he calls for Jocie.”
Now the water feels ice cold. It’s him.The husband. A man from her past who hurt her. Jillian claims he never tried to hurt her, but he walked away from her. He her down at the very least. How could he be so dumb? Why would a man ever walk away from a woman like Jillian?
Watching her dash towards the blanket we laid on, I try to calm myself. Try to rein in my anger and jealousy. Neither of which I have a right to feel. Jillian owes me nothing. They share a child. A little girl who is going through a divorce the same as they are. I am being an idiot.
Even knowing that, I can’t stop it. I climb from the water, letting the water sluice off my body as she stares at me. Giving a few tugs at my still jutting shaft, I smirk at her. Flushing, she turns from me, reaching for her clothes. I reach them first, sliding not her shirt but mine over her damp shoulders. I want her wrapped up in me when she talks to another man.
“Be back, honey,” I tell her, kissing her mouth before she can respond to whatever he is going on about.
Pulling on my jeans, I don’t bother to zip them as I saunter to the horse. Taking an apple and some oats out of the horse’s satchel, I get him fed before leading him to the creek. As I pass her, I smack her ass, the loud crack echoing off the hills. Chuckling, I wink at her before I palm myself again. Jillian frowns, shaking her head at my childish behavior.
“Come on Lighting, let’s get you taken care of boy.”
“I-I am here. Yes. Once each morning. Yeah. I am great. Having a good time,” glancing back when she says this, I see her glaring at me. Well, if wewerehaving a good time it is obvious we’re not anymore.
