by Piper Stone
“Yes, sir.” As if resigned, she laid down, pressing her face against the vinyl seat.
He caught her heavy breathing but knew her condition had nothing to do with the spanking she was about to receive. Rubbing both ass cheeks, he felt another pinch as his cock pushed hard against his jeans. Sweet Jesus, he was in agony.
Pop! Slap!
The sting in his hand was immediate and delicious. He clenched his fist as she moaned and he caught a whiff of her pussy, sweet and tantalizing. Control. You must have control. At least for a little while.
Smack! Crack!
“Oh!” Her exclamation was mumbled but she kicked out her leg, slapping her foot against the side of the vehicle.
Whack! Slap!
Sawyer pushed his hand on the small of her back. “Remember what I said.”
“Yes, I heard you. I mean, sir.”
He already adored the way she wanted to submit but would continue to shove hard against the boundaries. Spunk. He was unable to resist this girl. All the conversations in the Burnout Club about domestic discipline and he’d been nothing more than a spectator. Until now.
Pop! Crack! Smack! Slap!
She moaned and fisted her hands, wiggling and grinding.
He wasn’t going to be able to take this much longer.
Slap! Crack!
“Oh!” she whispered.
Smack! Thwack!
With every hard slap of his hand, he could tell she was letting go, releasing her own personal demons. If only he was able to do the same.
Crack! Pop!
“Five more,” he whispered and could no longer recognize his voice.
“I’ll die.”
“No, you’ll feel peace.”
Slap! Pop!
His entire arm was tingling, his right foot thumping against the floorboard. He was sweating, beads trickling down from his forehead into his eyes.
Smack!
He slid the tip of his finger down the crack of her ass, longing to slide it between her cheeks, finding her dark hole.
Crack! Pop!
Panting, her chest was heaving as she pummeled the seat.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked as if the ending result mattered at this point. He continued rubbing, moving his hand between her thighs.
She parted her legs, allowing him complete access. “Very good.”
“I’m glad to hear you’ve learned your lesson.” He was lost in a haze, a fog surrounding him, his mind reveling in the shared intimacy, one he hadn’t experienced in several years. She was absolutely a woman he wanted to learn about: every nuance, every conflicted desire. He had no doubt they’d match his own.
Her moans became sexual, lilting as she shifted her hips back and forth. “Can I show you?”
“Hmmm… Perhaps that would be a good idea.”
Crawling off his lap, she remained on her knees and gave him a heated look before tugging her shirt up and over her head, holding out her arm as the material fell to the floor. Sliding first one then the other bra strap down her arms, she maneuvered until she was free from the tight confines. Then she reached for his buckle, crowding closer, her fingers working quickly.
He eased his arms over the seats, spreading his legs wide open as she worked to unbuckle and unfasten. The moment she ran her fingers across his belt, she issued a series of whimpers. “You crave leather.”
“Oh, yes, sir. The belt is the perfect implement for discipline. Strict. Unyielding. Demanding.” Darting her eyes to his, she offered a seductive smile before unfastening and unzipping his jeans. She crawled closer as she attempted to lower his pants.
The words settled in the back of his mind, igniting the beast hovering just below the surface. What he could do to this woman could indeed be a crime. Using his powerful leg muscles, he lifted his hips, watching every move as she wrapped her fingers around the dense material, slowly guiding his jeans past his hips. When they rested on the tops of his knees, he sat down but kept his hands in place.
Reese purred as she slipped her hand between his thighs, cradling and caressing his already swollen balls. “You’re hungry.”
“Always hungry.” The fog was thick around the periphery of his vision, his own dark cravings meshing with his beast. He could take her in every hole, use her, dominate her.
Fulfill her.
Tossing back his head, he closed his eyes as she wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock, pumping very slowly up and down. As she blew across the tip of his cockhead, every muscle in his body tensed. “No teasing. Dear God, no teasing.”
“Or what?” She blew again before dragging the tip of her tongue across his sensitive slit, her hand tightening on his shaft, twisting, creating friction.
Agony. He was in absolute agony, his balls pulsing, his dick throbbing. “Suck me.” He had to watch her, to take in every shared moment. His eyes wide open, he struggled to control his breathing as she slid her tongue all the way around his cockhead then took the tip into her mouth, sucking.
She moaned past the invasion as she rolled his testicles between her fingers, taking her time as she added pressure then let go. Squeezed again then released.
He was going to go mad.
Taking his cock down an inch, then another, she used her strong jaw muscles to suck, all the while her hand pumped up and down, meeting her mouth.
Sawyer tossed his head back and forth, groaning, steam rising in the Bronco. What the hell did he care? This was a raw slice of ecstasy. He flexed his fingers as his muscles tensed, electricity shooting through every cell. Placing his hand on her head, he threaded his fingers through her long hair, keeping her in place, not yet commanding her actions.
But he would.
She took him down further, sucking, swirling her tongue, her hand twisting and turning on the base of his shaft.
“Take all of me,” he whispered, the sound husky, laced with raging desire.
Instead of obeying, she removed his cock from her mouth, lifting his shaft and licking down the underside, her eyes steadying on his, a slight curl on the corner of her mouth.
He groaned and pushed her head, a simple reminder that he was very much in charge. “Suck me. Now.”
Her grunts becoming animalistic, she licked up and down then slid the tip of her tongue around his balls, every move slow and methodical.
His legs were shaking, his heart thumping against his chest. Fuck. He was going to explode if she wasn’t careful. Hell, no. He would come inside of her, filling her with his seed. The thought giving him a smile, he tried to maintain control, to allow her to play a little while longer.
She sucked on his balls, moving back and forth, all the while her hands teasing, taunting him, pumping.
“That’s it. Suck me.” He was surprised how rattled his voice sounded, how demanding.
Dragging her tongue back up the entire length of his shaft, she opened her mouth wide, her eyes shimmering in the dim light, and engulfed his cock.
“Fuck!” Shocked that she took him all the way down, he jutted his hips, shoving the tip of his dick against the back of her mouth.
She held him in her mouth, her tongue darting back and forth, her hands caressing his thighs, his balls.
He was going to lose his absolute mind. “Yes. Yes!”
Moving up and down, she sucked, the sounds floating into the air.
Lolling his head, he face fucked her, using his thighs as he thrust into her mouth, each move faster. Harder. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to lose his load. “I… Stop. I. Want. More.”
After a few seconds, she eased his dick out of her mouth, rolling the tip around and around her mouth, strangled sounds coming from her throat. “More, sir?”
“Ride me. Crawl on top. I need that sweet pussy of yours. I need to make you come.”
A series of moans escaped her mouth as she shifted her leg over him, rising onto her knees. Cupping his face, she leaned down, peppering kisses on his forehead and nose, his cheeks then his lips.
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The taste of her was sweet, succulent and he allowed her to have this moment of control, her tongue darting inside, ever so gently. She kept the kiss full of passion as well as exploration, her tongue sliding back and forth across his, her mouth opening wide, her lips pressing against his heated skin.
Unable to control the man inside, he rubbed his hands down her arms, marveling at her softness, the way she shivered at his every touch. Cupping her breasts, he held them, his fingers sliding back and forth across her already hardened nipples. Even the scent of her was so powerful he could barely breathe.
She tilted back his head, nipping and kissing his chin, his jaw then his neck, sucking, her teeth digging in.
He swallowed hard, trying to keep the moment forever, never wanting to leave this special place, but his cock was aching, creating a wave of sheer agony. Issuing a hissing grunt, he grabbed her hips, tugging her into position. “I can’t hold back any longer. Ride me, baby. Ride me.”
A wicked smile crossing her face, she positioned the tip of his cock against her clit, rubbing in small circles. “Mmm…”
“Are you going to come for me?”
“I might,” she whispered and repeated the move before sliding his shaft up and down the length of her pussy. “Yes. Ohhh…”
The way she eased her head back, her mouth slack, her eyes closed, he could tell she would come easily. He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth. As she kept rubbing, her hips gyrating, he sucked, taking her hardened bud in between his teeth. Gripping her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched then twisted, creating a wave of pain.
“Fuck. Me.” Panting, she moved his dick faster, sliding up and down, dipping into her cunt then swirling around her clit. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip as she moaned, rocking forward and backward.
He dragged his tongue around her nipple as he pinched harder until she whimpered. The woman craved pain, loved his control, her submission.
“I… Shit…” Her mouth going slack, her face pinched as her entire body began to tremble. “I’m going to…”
“Hold. Wait,” he whispered, the tone commanding. Almost harsh.
She laughed then moaned, tossing her head from side to side, her hand twisting around his cock as she masturbated herself.
This was too damn hot. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
“I… I… Oh!” Her entire body going rigid, she threw her head back, issuing a silent scream.
Gripping her hips, he yanked her down, impaling her with the entire length of his cock. They both shuddered, and she fell against him, her fingers digging into his arms.
“Yes. Oh, God!”
“Rock me. Ride me hard. Take all you want.” The command issued, he loosened his grip as she began to move, rocking forward and backward, clenching her pussy muscles.
“Shit…” He blinked several times, savoring the passion, the intensity as she pumped him, moving up and down, the wetness and the heat almost too much to bear.
A single laugh pushed past her lips as she dropped her head, keeping her lips a mere inch from his. “So big.”
“So tight.”
“Mmm…” Reese dug her heels into his legs as she fucked him, pumping up until she was on her knees.
He held her, his heart racing to the point he had difficulty breathing. She was so wet. So damn hot. He was… “I can’t hold it. I…” His body began to shake as his balls filled with cum. Nothing was going to keep him from coming. “Ride me, baby. Harder.”
She obeyed instantly, rocking, her body shaking. “Yes. Yes!”
Sawyer could no longer see anything and as cum shot up his shaft, he tipped his head back and roared. “Yes!”
“Oh…” Her body continued to move, the force pushing him hard against the seat.
He no longer cared as ecstasy filled him, driving him into a sublime state. “That was…”
Whoosh!
A flash of light suddenly filled the entire Bronco.
“What the hell?” Snapping her head in the direction of the intrusion, she instinctively covered her breasts as she winced given the harsh light. “Oh, no. This isn’t good.” She scrambled to crawl off his lap, cursing as she attempted to locate her clothes.
He tried to look over his shoulder but could see nothing. Except… For a flashing blue light. “Fuck.” He couldn’t help but laugh as he attempted to drag his jeans up his sweaty body. There could be nothing worse and he only prayed he didn’t know the deputy headed in their direction. “Get ready, sweetheart because I think we’re gonna be famous.”
“No! This can’t be happening. No!” She managed to yank her top over her head, wincing as she hovered as low as possible. Fumbling with her jeans, she yelped the second there was a tap on the window.
Sawyer tried hard not to keep laughing but there was little else they could do. Rolling down the window, he blinked several times as the flashlight was flashed inside. “Evening, Deputy.”
“Sawyer? Miss Winton? Holy shit.”
Narrowing her eyes, she’d managed to cover her lower extremities with her jeans and she crouched in the background, her face pinched. “Carter?”
“You know him?” Sawyer asked.
“I guess just like you do,” she whispered and dropped her head. “I am so dead.”
“Well, well. I can see I’ve interrupted something,” Carter laughed as he leaned further into the vehicle.
“We were just leaving,” Sawyer said between clenched teeth. This would no doubt get out to everyone else. Everyone. He was a dead man.
“Uh. Huh. Looks to me like you were just getting started. Need I remind you that this park is off limits after hours?” Carter asked, his voice continuing to hold laughter.
“I know. We’ll get out of here,” Sawyer insisted, imagining the faces of the other smokejumpers when they heard. A laughing stock? Hell, they might create a banner on the side of the highway. Carter Worth was a fun-loving guy, but he also took his job seriously. Depending on the man’s mood, they could find themselves in lock up. Oh, brother. That would be freaking perfect.
Carter exhaled and darted his eyes away from Reese, swiveling the light in another direction. “I don’t know, Sawyer. This is troubling and very much against the law. I have a job to do.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Carter. I will hunt you down and break every bone in your body if you do this!” Reese huffed, struggling to keep herself covered.
“Are you threatening me, Miss Winton?” Carter reeled back.
Sawyer swore under his breath before shooting her a dominating look, his hand gripping her knee. “I can handle this.”
“Right,” she blew a strand of hair out of her face.
“Carter. I don’t think we need to blow this out of proportion. Do you?”
Deputy Worth scratched his head, hesitating as if debating their fate. “I tell you what, Sawyer. I just can’t be seen as giving special treatment. You know how it is.”
Narrowing his eyes, he could tell Carter was blowing smoke up his ass, having way too much fun with their predicament. “You know I’ll be eternally grateful. We’re buddies anyway. Haven’t I helped you out with some particularly nasty arson cases?”
“Sawyer, that sounds a hell of lot like you’re trying to bribe me,” Carter stated, now unable to keep the smile off his face.
Crawling over Sawyer, Reese held out her index finger. “I am a powerful woman, Carter. I can make your life miserable.”
Sawyer wanted to crawl under the Bronco. Instead, he fisted her hair, tugging her away from the window. “As I said. I can handle this.” He was ready to burst into laughter. Nervous laughter. “Carter. We are leaving, and I can promise you this won’t happen again. Will you let this one go?” For the love of God?
Moving from foot to foot, Carter glanced up at the sky, taking his sweet time in answering. “Tell you what. Introduce me to that sweet thing you have as an Operations Manager and we’ll call it a deal.”
“Katie?” Katie Myers
had worked in the Jackal’s office for a solid three years and while she was petite, she would kick the deputy’s ass. Couldn’t be a better deal.
“She’s mighty fine,” Carter said, his voice gravelly.
“Send this chick to him on a silver platter,” Reese said between clenched teeth.
Now, Sawyer was laughing. “That’s a deal.” He leaned closer to the window. “And Carter. Can we keep this quiet?”
Carter pulled back and rubbed his chin, the grin remaining on his face. “I’ll see what I can do. Just remember to find another location next time.”
As the deputy walked away, Sawyer grimaced. “I think I know what the morning news is going to be.”
Deputy Worth was whistling, a lightness to his step as he headed back to his cruiser.
“I’m going to die of embarrassment,” Reese muttered.
Chapter 5
Sawyer sat outside in the Bronco for a solid five minutes, chuckling to himself the entire time. He knew Deputy Carter Worth well enough to realize exactly what the man would do.
Never let him live down the night before.
“Fuck!” He twisted his hand on the steering wheel and thought about every ugly scenario that could be or would be possible. One thing was for certain. The moment he walked inside the hanger door, he was going to be the laughing stock of the Jackals. What little Reese had muttered after the incident, which had been limited to just about twenty words the entire ride back to Ziggy’s, consisted of the fact Carter knew everyone at her place of employment. And that she would be crucified from their actions.
Take a number, sweetheart.
Rubbing his eyes, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was going to be the last one in the building. He yanked his keys from the ignition and grabbed his bag, trying to slide into the ‘I couldn’t care less what you think’ mode before easing out of the driver’s seat. Uh-huh. He was no actor. The worst aspect of being caught fornicating by a Missoula Deputy, a man of the law, was that he hadn’t remembered to ask for her phone number. He’d kissed her, spanked her, and fucked her and his high school mentality hadn’t remembered a simple detail.
He wasn’t cut out for dating.