Page 9 of Roped By the Cowboy
“Never touched a woman before? Don’t lie to make me feel...oh, yes, Jacob. Just like that. It does hurt but Iwant itto. I want it to hurt.”
“No lies, Jillian. I won’t ever lie to you. I never wanted to touch a woman before. Now I want to touchallof you. I want you to come for me. I want to feel it on my fingers. Want to hear you call my name as you come.”
Still sitting on the horse, she falls back against my chest, her thighs shaking. My thick fingers start to pump inside of her, my thumb rubbing slow, hard circles at her swollen clit. This makes her start to tremble, her breath panting out, her hips rocking against my touch.
“That’s it,” she cries, her nails clawing at my thighs. “That’s it, honey, don’t stop. I’m going to come. It feels so good. You’re touching me so good, Jacob. Make me come. I want to come for you, cowboy.”
Growling because I want that more than anything, I sink my teeth into her shoulder and work my fingers faster, harder, curling them inside of her. Growing brazen, I slip my other hand beneath her shirt, playing with her breasts, plucking and pulling at the stiff nipples. That does it because her pussy clamps tight on my fingers as she comes, shouting to the skies.
“Jacob! Oh, yes, I’m coming!”
My teeth bite down harder, as she comes for me, marking her creamy skin. Seeing the mark there turns me on until it hurts. I almost come as she shakes in my arms, chanting my name over and over. It is the hottest thing I have ever seen, watching her come. Now I want to do it again. I want to be inside of her when she comes this way. And maybe I won’t get that chance because she might not be ready for it, but this is something I won’t forget.
“Come here, honey. Let me hold you.”
Jillian cuddles back against me as I take the reins, easing the horse onwards. My hand stays in her jeans, cupping her possessively. I kind of want to keep my fingers inside her, but I don’t. We ride in a peaceful quiet until we hit my favorite spot. There, we sit on the hill, watching the sun slowly set, my arms around her, her soft body nestled against mine.
My Jilly Bean might not be staying, but this moment, every single moment I get with her, will stay with me forever.
Chapter Six
Jillian
Making out with a hot cowboy in the dark is the best.
Lying against Jacob’s hard body, his big, rough hands everywhere at once, I am delirious with pleasure. I shake with it. I rub against him as if I am a cat in heat. Hell, maybe I am. I have been on the prowl since I first laid eyes on the big, beautiful cowboy.
“Hmm, I love your mouth,” he hums against my lips. “It’s so sweet.”
Shivers course through me as his hands slip beneath my tank top, pulling it up beneath my breasts. His hands are magic on my skin. He touched me on our horse ride earlier and it was magical. I’ve never come so fast, so hard, so good, in my entire life. He claims it was the first time he touched a woman and if it was, I wonder how good he will get with practice.
“Kissing youispretty sweet, cowboy,” I murmur back before I lick my tongue into his mouth, pulling at his dark hair.
We lie in the grass on a thick woolen blanket he spread out. Our hats are gone, our boots off, and I’ve been working on his belt. I came here to have a good time, to feel something again, and I was right to choose him as my cowboy. Because I have felt something big building inside me since he tumbled into me today.
It might just be an awful attempt to get over my loneliness. Get over a lifetime lost after the divorce. It could be more. Could be nothing at all. All I know for certain is, the moment he put his hands on me, I was all in. We joked about him being sold off to me earlier. It might be why this is coming at us so fast: we do not have to make up promises or lies. I am here for one night and whatever happens between us...happens between us.
Sitting up, I slide my knee between his, giggling at his groan. His zipper cannot hide how turned on he is. Not that he has tried to hide it. Jacob has been very vocal about wanting to touch me, to taste me, to please me. It is the first time in so long that I have felt wanted. I am admittedly a bit addicted.
“Sit up, honey,” I urge on a whisper. “Take this off. I want to see you,” I command, knowing he will obey me.
With a filthy smirk, he bends his arm behind him, yanking his shirt up and off.Oh my. He is...yes, he is a piece of perfection. Kneeling, I reach out, sliding my hands over his golden skin. Mountains and valleys of muscle, tight and coiled. My fingertips trace the sharp V at his hips and his breath catches. When they move to his zipper, his breath punches out.
Watching him, I unsnap the button, my nails scraping over his abdomen. He hisses a curse and his hands come to grab my hips, tugging me closer. I laugh and pull the zipper down, falling against his chest. It feels good to have a laugh, to feel this joy bubbling up inside of me, to let myself forget all I have been through lately. I just want to enjoy this, enjoy him, and let loose.
“Jilly Bean,” he rasps, his throat working as I push him back on the blanket. Holy buckets, that cute name, the way he says it just...it just sets my heart on fire. It feels as if it is burning inside my chest. I am burning. “I said I want to make you feel good again. Whatever it means for you. I will do it.”
Nodding, I shrug at my flannel before his hands are there, pushing it off. I make a little sound and he pulls at my tank top next. In the darkness, I have no doubts. I don’t know what this means or where it will lead. It might not lead anywhere or mean a thing to either of us after tonight. For now, it is everything I want, and I don’t want to stop.
It doesn’t matter that we just met this morning. Doesn’t matter if we know nothing about one another. I am in need, and he wants to cater to that need. I came here to feel good, and hewants me to feel good with him. I can’t imagine having this with anyone else but Jacob.
“You do, Jacob. Can I tell you a secret,” I whisper as I slip my hand inside his jeans, both of us making sounds as I close my fingers around him. He is thick and so hard, pulsing in my hand as I squeeze him.
“Yes. Tell me any secrets you want to,” he groans as I slowly work my hand up his length, fingertips brushing over his sac.
“Before I made my bid, I touched myself because of you,” I press the words against his ear as I slide over his big body, skin to skin against his heated flesh. “Couldn’t help myself. I wasso alone, Jacob. Broken by the divorce. I saw your smile, your beautiful face and I stopped feeling alone. Started feeling alive again. I made myself come and I called your name.”
“Oh, hell,” he growls, pulling me to straddle him, breasts crushing to his hard chest, the rub of my nipples on his light dusting of hair so erotic I move to do it again. “Make yourself come for me again, Jilly Bean. I want to see it. Got feel it earlier. Now I'm obsessed. Show me how pretty it is.”
