Compromised Cowgirl (15 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Jessie let Sin help her put her shirt on. She mounted Trouble and the two of them set off. Two steps proved that trotting was not a good idea without her corset, but she couldn’t wear it again until she bought new ribbons. She was in a hurry to get home, so she held her breasts up with her left hand while holding her reins with her right.

“If you ride in front of me I can hold onto those for you,” joked Sin.

“Promises, promises!”

She leaned far forward, rising in the stirrups, and kicked her heels. Her horse shifted into a smooth gallop. Cool air blew into the gap between her throat and shirt. She exulted in the sensations. Her pussy, her breasts, and the anticipation of more. She soon slowed, not wanting to chance Trouble getting hurt. She let the horse walk, knowing Sin would catch up to her.

When she worked on the MacDougal ranch, she was usually too tired to touch herself, but she’d discovered a few things that pleasured her while in
Virginia
. She knew about sex, just hadn’t had any practice until yesterday. What Ace did had made her want more. Sin’s touch was nothing like Ace’s. He looked at her as if he wanted to lick her from nose to toes and everywhere in between. Henry was fun and made her laugh. Was she like Beth Elliott and Amelia MacDougal, wanting three men?

If Trace knew she was in Tanner’s Ford, he’d make sure no man touched her. No more kisses to make her wet. From what she remembered of her oldest brother, he acted like he was her pa. He’d force her to marry if he found out what she’d done with Ace. He might even order her to put on a dress and stay in the house!

If so, she’d leave. She’d left her money in the bank in
Virginia
, just in case. She’d hidden some gold in the Double Diamond barn as well. She’d take it and head to
California
, maybe. No Elliotts, MacDougals, or Double Diamonds either!

She and Trouble walked into the yard, Sin following twenty feet behind. He followed her into the barn.

A flush ran up her body when Sin’s slow, steady steps came up behind her. She felt his heat at her back. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her against his front. Without her binding, her nipples rose and brushed against the cotton. His cock pressed into her lower back. His lips brushed against her bent neck, making her shiver.

“You want me, Jessie Elliott?”

His teeth grazed along the side of her neck. Her breasts swelled, demanding attention. She tilted her head back to encourage him. His fingers slid, ever so slowly, up her ribcage. Just under her breasts he released her. She moaned in complaint until she realized he was after her buttons.

He completed the job and pulled her shirt out of her pants. He pulled it off her shoulders and tossed it away. Her breath caught when his hands finally held her breasts. He groaned in her ear. She arched into his hands. Her pussy swelled, demanding equal attention.

Sin trailed one hand down her belly to her belt. He undid it, then her buttons. She held her breath when he eased his fingers into her drawers, past her curls and into her pussy. She caught his hand with her thighs, holding him there.

“If you want me to move my fingers, you have to give me some room,” he whispered.

“More,” she moaned. She widened her stance and wiggled to help him lower her pants. He played with her left breast and pulsed between her swollen, wet lips.

“Let’s see if I can find it,” he whispered.

He rubbed the heel of his hand against her mound. She gasped when he hit something wonderful.

“There’s your clit.”

He played with it until she was ready to scream. She didn’t care what happened after, she wanted him to do something now! She whimpered when he pulled his hand out.

“Don’t turn around,” he whispered hoarsely.

She heard rustling, then he turned her to face him. Once more his lips descended on hers. She knew what to do now. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed against his bare chest. He met her tongue thrust for thrust before pulling back, panting. He lifted her and laid her on his shirt on a pile of hay.

She squeaked when he lifted her feet, tied together at her ankles by her pants, over her head. When his tongue touched her pussy she bent her knees to give him more space to move. He slid his tongue between her wet lips, showing her whatever Ace did was nothing compared to this.

He pressed his fingers in her, his thumb against her clit. She clenched him, wanting more. He dropped his head again and caught her clit with his lips.

The band of tension wrapping around her tightened. Nothing existed but his tongue and his fingers, her pussy and clit.

“Come for me, Jessie,” he ordered. “Let loose and scream if you need to.”

She whipped her head back and forth, wanting more. He put his lips back on her pussy. She groaned in encouragement, but it wasn’t enough. She gasped, fighting for breath.

He trailed a finger down to her bottom. He scratched at her hole. She bucked, the sensation sending a line of fire through her. He did it again while pinching her clit with his lips and running his fingers inside her. She quivered. When he pressed into her back hole, she exploded. She bucked against him, squeezing her thighs around his head, holding him close as he continued.

Finally, she slumped, gasping for air. He kissed her thigh, wet kisses trailing. She opened her eyes. He nosed her curls and flicked her pussy with his tongue. Again, she quivered. His eyes smiled at her knowingly.

“My turn.”

He took his time removing her boots and pants. She sat up to watch him undress. His cock seemed longer than Ace’s, perhaps because his blond curls let her see his entire length. He bent over and kissed her, massaging her breast with his hand. After her explosions, she was primed for more.

“I want you in me,” she demanded.

“I’m the boss,” he replied.

He aimed his cock at her, but rubbed it across her folds rather than inside. It slipped deliciously over her, back and forth, before settling at her opening. She smiled when he entered her, but he stopped after an inch. She lay on her back as he pulsed forward, an inch at a time, stretching her. He watched her the whole time. When his thighs rested against her bottom, his fuzzy balls dangling and tickling her, he leaned over.

Though she wriggled, he kept his hips still while he grazed his teeth over her nipples. He suckled her breasts, pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth. He rubbed his thumb above where his cock entered her. She hissed and arched her back.

He smiled like a lazy cat and kept working, rubbing around and around but never touching her in the right spot again. She twisted her hips, trying to make his fingers hit the right spot.

“Dammit, Sin, you know what I want!”

He chuckled. “That’s a long way from ‘please.’”

She glared, her eyes glistening. “I don’t beg.”

“You will,” he replied smugly.

Though she fought for what seemed like hours, he kept tantalizing her. Finally, she could take it no longer. The tension in every part of her tightened so that she thought she’d explode if he didn’t do something.

“Please, Sin!”

He immediately vibrated his thumb over her clit and moved his cock in and out. Faster and faster he went. He released her clit in order to hold onto her hips, slamming her onto him as he thrust forward.

So deep, so strong. She reached down and played with her clit and one nipple. He stared into her eyes, grimacing as if in pain. He changed angle, hitting something new, and she exploded.

She heard a distant scream as he pumped into her, grunting. Again and again he hit deep until he roared and lost rhythm. She arched her back, angling her pussy so he rubbed against the front of her. It set off another, milder burst. She clenched him hard until he finally collapsed, trembling arms barely keeping him from crushing her.

They panted for a while as the world settled around them once more.

He lifted his head, still gasping for breath, and met her eyes. A piratical grin lit his face.

“That better than Ace’s first time?”

“Oh, yes,” she murmured.

“He’s off his game lately. Give him a day to recover, and he’ll set you quivering.”

Sin teased her clit with his finger. More tingles made her shiver.

“Damn if you don’t want more,” he said with a laugh.

She sighed when he slipped out. “You promised me a bed. How long before you can do that again?”

He groaned. “Maybe tonight.”

She stretched, power surging through her.

“Where do you think Henry is?”

Sin barked a laugh. “I expect he’s making dinner.”

“Do you think he might be interested in learning I’m not a boy?”

Sin responded by sweeping her into his arms. “Why don’t we find out?” He stopped, frowning. “You’re not sore?” She shook her head. Even if she was, she knew the perfect place to soak out aches and pains.

Sin carried her out of the barn and across the yard. The cabin door was open. She saw Henry inside, working at the table. Sin stopped.

“Henry! Get your ass out here!”

Henry rushed out the door, shotgun ready. He saw them and stopped so fast he had to grab the pole supporting the overhang to keep upright. His jaw dropped, along with the barrel of the rifle.

“Where the hell did she come from?”

“Henry Bennett, meet Jessamine Bonham Elliott.”

Jessie smiled and waved. Henry crooked up the corner of his mouth but never met her eyes.

“I promised Jessie she’d be satisfied. Think you can help?”

Henry shook himself. “Damn right!” One more look and he rushed into the cabin.

“He’s primed to blow, Jessie, so don’t expect much the first time. But we’ll work together to make sure you’re very happy.”

The door was so narrow Sin had to set her on her feet to get through. Henry, caught smoothing the bed, flashed her a smile. Seeing his eyes glaze, she walked forward. For the first time ever, she felt powerful as a woman. She moved slowly, keeping her shoulders back and swaying her hips.

“Damn, you make a fine woman,” he murmured.

He waited until she stopped, her nipples grazing his shirt. He wasn’t quite a foot taller, so she could easily reach his shoulders. She looked up at him and flicked open the top three buttons of his shirt.

“You want me to do this slowly,” she asked, “or do you want to shuck ’em fast?”

He stepped back and ripped his shirt off. Staring intently at her, he undid his belt and pants, and pushed them down. His cock aimed slightly to her right. Ace and Sin had touched her. She wanted to be the one to touch Henry.

“Everything off,” she said, staring at his bobbing cock. “I want to touch you all over.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

He dropped his butt to the floor, yanking on his boots before Sin pointed out he had to undo them first. She laughed at his eagerness and held out her arms. He tossed his pants aside and, arms wide, strode forward. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She rested her forehead on his chin. His cock pressed against her belly. His bare chest warmed her nipples.

“I’m not going to last long, Jessie.”

“Good,” she said.

She looked up at Henry. He panted, his nostrils wide. She placed her hands on his chest and pressed gently. He frowned but let her break his grip. She backed away a step, and he dropped his hands to his sides. She kissed his chest and then a nipple.

“Don’t move,” she said.

He nodded, jerking his head. She slid her hands down his chest to his belly. He hissed as he inhaled. She curled her hand around his cock. It jumped and he groaned. She winked and, nibbling all the way, knelt in front of him.

“Oh, God, you’re not going to—”

She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting his salty musk.

“Oh, Jesus!”

She caught him in both hands and pressed him into her mouth. He tentatively touched her hair. When she didn’t pull away, he rested his hands on her head.

When she leaned forward, her sensitive breasts brushed against the hair on his legs. She shivered at the sensation. She loved the power she held over him, making him quiver, as Sin had made her.

She bobbed her head, letting her teeth lightly scrape his cock. He jerked. She stopped and looked up. He nodded and pressed her head toward him again. His mouth was open, gasping for air. She snuggled closer and took him as deep as she could, then backed away. Holding his cock in her fist, she sucked a testicle into her mouth. She rolled it gently with her tongue for a moment before releasing it.

Gently squeezing his balls, she checked out his cock. Fluid ran from the tip. She licked it, again swirling her tongue. His balls hardened in her hand. He shifted his hips, forward and back.

“Jessie, I’m going to come,” he gasped. “You don’t want—”

Yes, she did. She wanted to taste the victory of making this kind man explode from her touch. She used a trick Sadie the whore told her about. She held one fist around his cock to keep him from going too far inside her mouth. She sucked him deep and pulled his balls. He growled and pushed her head against him. With both fists in her hair, he pumped his explosion into her mouth.