by Johnson, Cat
“Not so busy around here, is it?”
“Slow time of day.”
“Hm, I bet no one would even notice if you turned off the Open sign and locked the door for a few minutes, now would they?”
His eyes narrowed with desire. “And why would I do that?”
Placing two hands on the bar, Ansley hopped up until she was sitting on top of the shiny wood. She spun her legs around so she was facing his side. Jeremy moved back just enough to allow her room to turn, then he was back again, one palm braced on the bar top on either side of her. She spread her thighs wide, sending the hem of the short skirt she wore higher. His eyes focused on the exposed expanse of thigh.
“I’m so stressed from traveling all day. There’s only one way I know to get rid of that much stress.”
“And how’s that?” His gaze smoldered as he leaned into her.
“A nice. Big. Orgasm.” Between each word, Ansley kicked off a shoe, and then ended by sliding her underwear down her legs. “You up to the job?”
He laughed and took one giant step back. “What kinda game you playing here, sweetheart?”
“Oh, I’m not playing games, but there are some rules. You make me come by only using your hands and mouth, and I’ll do the same for you.” She bit her lip as her gaze dropped briefly to the outline of his length through the denim of his jeans.
He eyed the lace panties dangling from her finger. “I think I can handle that, but you do me first. Deal?”
“Fine.” She supposed he didn’t trust her to live up to her half of the bargain. That’s okay. She’d show him that she was damned good at that particular act.
Jeremy nodded. His hands on his belt buckle, he managed to lock the front door and be back to her with his pants open and unzipped before she could swallow the second sip of her drink.
He looked like a tasty tidbit. Besides, she’d never blown a cowboy before. It could be fun. She jumped down behind the bar and reached for the elastic of his underwear. Ansley was just leaning toward the impressive length when his cell phone started to ring.
She glanced up to see his dark eyes watching her. “Do you want to get that?”
“Hell no.”
Smiling, she slipped him between her lips and drew him all the way in. He reached back and grabbed onto the liquor rack behind him. She glanced up again and saw his eyes closed, an expression of extreme pleasure on his face. With just a few touches, she’d done that to him. As the thrill surged through her, she stroked him harder with both hand and mouth. She tasted pre-come.
“Warning you. Not going to last.” He panted above her.
Ansley smiled. Good. Then it would be her turn. She doubled her efforts and added a hand on his balls. As his breathing grew faster and louder, she felt the first burst of hot come hit her throat.
He shuddered and pulsed inside her mouth. When she’d felt the final spasm, she pulled back, certain she’d given this man the best blow job of his life.
She didn’t have much time to gloat about that as he circled her waist with his oversized hands and hoisted her onto the bar as if she weighed nothing. He pushed her skirt up past her hips, spread her thighs wide and groaned, his gaze trained on her bare pubic area.
“Oh my God.”
“I guess you like what you see?” Ansley smirked. Oh yeah, the discomfort of the laser hair removal had been totally worth it.
“Let me show you exactly how much.” Jeremy’s eyes looked unfocused as he glanced at her face. He yanked her hips to the edge of the wide bar top. “You better lay back. You won’t be able to stay upright for long once I get a hold of you.”
“You’re pretty confident, huh?” She certainly hoped he lived up to the hype. Most guys were all big talk.
He shrugged. “Judge for yourself.”
The moment he pulled her clit between his lips and scraped his teeth roughly over the sensitive flesh, she could tell this man knew his way around a woman’s body. He pulled back and she felt cool air soothe the throbbing nerve endings as he blew gently. Then the heat of his mouth was back, sucking hard, working her toward the conclusion she so desperately craved.
He slid a finger inside her, followed by another, and then a third, stroking inside, fucking her with his hand while his mouth worked her relentlessly. Her hips lifted off the bar, angling to press harder against the pressure he created at her core.
His mouth pulled away but his fingers kept moving. “I wanna fuck you.”
She lifted her head just enough to say, “No. Keep going.”
He laughed. “It would be very good. I promise.”
“This is already very good. Use your mouth again.”
Jeremy’s deep chuckle rumbled against her clit as he did as she asked but his fingers were soon replaced by something large, cold and unyielding.
“What are you doing?” Surprised, she sat up again and frowned down at him.
He grinned and glanced down at the full wine bottle he’d slid inside her.
“Using what’s at my disposal since you won’t let me use what I really want to. The way your puss was biting down on my fingers, you needed something big in there, darlin’.” He plunged the neck of the bottle deeper inside her with one hand, while pushing her back onto the bar with the other. “Now be quiet and concentrate.”
Jeremy went back to working her with his mouth, all the while fucking her with the bottle. The glass warmed from her body. No longer cold, it didn’t feel so foreign inside her. She’d done this herself at home in times of desperation when her own fingers didn’t do it for her. She just hadn’t expected him to do it. And of course, she’d pleasured herself with a hundred dollar a bottle vintage, not some cheap house red.
Then again she’d wanted to do it in a bar, and on top of a bar, and this added nicely to the whole experience. She lifted her hips slightly and he angled the bottle to match so it hit her just right for maximum pleasure.
Her breath matched the rhythm he set. Or maybe it was the other way around. The faster she breathed the more the speed of her improvised glass dildo increased until she was panting out cries of mixed pleasure and frustration. She was so close and wanted to come so badly. Why couldn’t she?
“Put something in my ass.” She’d been so focused on anal play lately, both by herself and with boys, she must need it now just to come.
He felt blindly, slapping at the bar until he found what he wanted. Turning her head, Ansley watched him stick his hand into the maraschino cherries in the fruit tray on the bar top. His fingers, slick with sticky juice, slid easily inside her ass.
Eyes squeezed closed, she flung her head backward and pressed against his fingers, sending them deeper.
He raised his head. “Good?”
She nodded. “God yes.”
His fingers were replaced with the warm softness of an entire cherry, which he pushed just inside her. The fruit was firm enough that it held her hole open, but soft enough that it gave when her muscles bore down on it.
That was all it took. The orgasm shattered within her, sending her hips bucking. She grabbed his head, holding his mouth tightly against her as she rode it to completion.
She was still panting when he slipped a hand beneath her. He flicked at the stem of the cherry so she felt it move.
“Well that was a new one for me, but seeing as how well it worked I think I’ll be using that little trick more often.” With a short tug on the stem, he popped the cherry out of her, sending a spike of need through her anus as it begged for more attention.
It was all quite ironic actually, since she’d been trying to lose her anal cherry, so to speak. The cops had spoiled the first time, but there were no police here now. What was here was a damn hot man who knew his way around a woman.
Jeremy tossed the cherry into the nearby garbage, but his focus remained on her. There was a definite gleam in his eye. “Look at all that sticky juice all over that sweet ass of yours. Somebody should probably clean that up.”
“Mm, hm.” She tried for
something smart to say but all she could manage was what sounded more like a moan.
His suggestion didn’t do anything to help her catch her breath. All it did was increase the ache of need inside her to experience for real what she’d only imagined. Her ass clenched, begging to be finally completely filled and then fucked.
“Flip over onto your knees.”
Now she really did groan as she kneeled on the bar and felt the warm, wetness of his tongue lick her from pussy to ass. When he spread her cheeks wide with his hands and pushed the tip of that talented tongue deep inside her tight, aching hole, she pressed back against him. He lapped at the cherry juice until she was ready to come again.
“More.” She pressed back, forcing his tongue deeper.
He answered with a groan, then a sharp stinging slap on her ass cheek cut through both the silence and her bliss.
His touch disappeared as he stepped back. “Better get down and cover that sweet ass of yours or I’ll be fucking it in another minute.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “And why would that be bad?”
Ansley expected him to grab the gallon of corn oil she’d spotted next to the popcorn machine and say “yee haw” at her implied suggestion. Instead he crossed his arms and narrowed his gaze as he looked at her more closely, this time at her face.
“I’m not a man to look a gift horse in the mouth, and believe me when I tell you this has been the best time I’ve had in a very long time and I enjoyed every moment of it. But women like you don’t come around here often, and when they do, it’s not to invite me to fuck them in the ass on top of my bar. So maybe we should take a giant step back and you should tell me what you’re doing here.” To her great chagrin, he’d refastened his jeans and belt as his spoke.
“Fine.” Adjusting her skirt as she went, she climbed down off the bar and onto the bar stool. He handed her the panties that had fallen on the floor on his side during their fun as well as the shoes she'd kicked off. She put the shoes on and shoved the panties into her purse as he watched.
He cocked one brow. “You’re not putting them on?”
She shrugged. “I’ll probably just be taking them off again in a minute when you finally come to your senses.”
He didn’t look pleased at that as he scowled. “Don’t be so sure. Now talk.”
Ansley sighed. “All right. I’ve been exiled from Connecticut by my grandmother who is sending me all the way out to a ranch here with some old college friend of hers for the entire summer.”
“A ranch?”
“I know. I don’t look like I belong on a ranch.” Understanding his shock completely, she smoothed the combined travel and bar sex wrinkles out of the fabric of her skirt. “It’s a very long story.”
Arms still crossed, he leaned back against the racks behind him. “That’s okay. I have time.”
She waved him off with the flick of one hand. “Why do you want to talk about this? The point is now that you and I have become…friends…maybe we can hang out. You can come and visit me on the ranch, if you wanted to see me again, that is.”
He nodded. “I don’t think that will be a problem. In fact, I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other this summer.”
She raised her forgotten Cosmo and took another flavor-filled sip. “I certainly hope so.”
“Don’t worry. We will. Excuse me, I have to make a phone call in the back.”
“Sure. Go ahead. I’ll watch the bar.” She laughed since she was the only customer in there and the door was still locked.
“Thanks.” He disappeared in back, but not before she noted how cute his ass looked in his jeans.
Cowboy boots made everyone’s booty look good. She was glad she’d remembered to pack hers. Maybe she’d wear them when Jeremy came to pick her up at the ranch. Her tasty diversion for the summer was even tall enough she wouldn’t have to look down at the top of his head if she wore heels.
Very nice.
CHAPTER 7
“Grams. Do you have something to tell me?”
Jeremy was in a foul enough mood already, just from his decision to say no when Ansley’d offered up that tight ass of hers for him to fuck. Now, because he strongly suspected his grandmother hadn’t been honest with him, he had a really bad feeling he’d already made an even bigger mistake doing anything at all with this girl.
Screwed if you do, screwed if you don’t—and not in a good way.
“Um, I don’t think so.” At least Grams’s voice had wavered a bit.
She hadn’t totally perfected the fine art of lying. That made Jeremy feel a tad better. The fact he’d just fucked her friend’s granddaughter with a wine bottle on top of the bar did not however.
“Were you expecting a guest perhaps?”
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot to tell you. My old friend from Connecticut, Moira Craig, her granddaughter had a little bit of trouble and so she’ll be visiting with us for a bit.”
She forgot. What a load of crap. More likely she knew he wouldn’t approve of her taking in other people’s problems when they had plenty of their own at the moment. If she had only told him, he would have known who the hell this girl was and steered clear. Now? Well hell, now things were far from clear.
Meanwhile Ansley was “visiting” them against her will by how it sounded. “For how long?”
“Just for the summer.”
Three months on a ranch would most likely drive this girl insane. Him too now that he’d had a taste of her. His mind now knew she was off limits but his body didn’t give a crap if his renewed hard-on was any indication.
“Grams, what is a twenty-one year old girl from Connecticut going to do with us on the ranch for the entire summer?”
“Hm, I guess she would be about twenty-one by now. How did you know that?”
“Because I just proofed her when she came into Hank’s and ordered a drink. She’s sitting at my bar downing a glass full of vodka right now.”
He didn’t mention to his grandmother their guest was also recovering from one hell of an orgasm he’d provided. Or that she currently had maraschino cherry juice in places it was never meant to be. Though the irony wasn’t lost on him—now that he knew who Ansley was, there was once again a hot, willing chick at his bar he couldn’t partake of.
His luck really sucked lately. Good thing he wasn’t in his grandmother’s underground gambling ring. He’d lose his shirt for sure, if the old ladies didn’t tear it off him first.
“Ansley’s there? The driver was supposed to bring her directly to the ranch from the airport.”
He peeked out the crack in the door and saw her still seated, her suitcases by the door as they had been. “I guess she had other ideas. You never told me what the hell it is she’s going to do at the ranch all summer.”
“Help out around the place. Learn some things. Moira just needed to get her away from there for a while.”
That sounded suspicious. “Why?”
“You have to know everything? You’re worse than old lady Smith, in everyone’s business.”
Jeremy resisted pointing out old lady Smith was only about ten years older than his grandmother. Instead he decided he’d get to the bottom of the mystery on his own. Probably by plying their little visitor with more vodka, although the vision of Ansley drunk and on top of the bar with her ass in the air begging him to fuck her was dangerously tempting.
“You better come and get her, Grams.”
“Can’t you bring her home with you when you get off work. How much longer do you have?”
“Too long.” Too long for this little piece of temptation to be hanging around him and his libido. Sex had been far too scarce for him lately.
“All right. I don’t want her to be stranded at Hank’s all day waiting for you. I’ll come get her. Or wait, Ryan drove into town to get feed. I’ll call and have him get her there.”
Great. Unleashing Ryan on a hot young thing like this girl was like putting the fox in charge of the hen house.
After talking with her for just a few minutes, Jeremy knew her well enough to know Ryan would end up wrapped around her little finger doing anything and everything she wanted. He’d never say no to her request. Ryan would have done her right there like she’d asked without hesitation.
Even thinking of Ryan alone with this girl pissed him off. Why the hell was that? She’d walked in there, dropped her pretty panties and demanded an orgasm from a perfect stranger. This was not the kind of girl for Jeremy to get attached to. No way. Meanwhile, all he wanted to do was kiss her silly while fucking her breathless. Damn. He should have done what she had wanted. Maybe it would have gotten her out of his system.
He glanced out the door at her again. Nah. Probably not. Jeremy let out a sigh. He really had no choice at this point. “Okay. Call Ryan.”
“Will do.”
“I gotta get back to work. I’ll see you for dinner.”
“Can’t wait. It will be fun to have another female around this place.”
“It sure will be interesting.”
Grams had no idea how interesting. He hung up and went back out, unlocking the front door on the way past. Jeremy was intent on investigating the girl who’d be their house guest for the next few months.
When he arrived, her glass was empty. She sure could drink. “Another?”
“Yes, please. Are you allowed to pour yourself one too?”
He raised a brow at her. The knowledge that her panties were in her purse was eating a hole in his brain. Maybe he should take a drink. “It’s a little early for me.”
She flashed her perfectly straight and bright white teeth in a pretty smile. “Ah, but I’m from Connecticut and it’s what? Two hours later there.”
Pouring the vodka over the ice, he nodded. “You have a point.”
“So what’s there to do for fun around here?” When he paused in his pouring, glancing pointedly at her, she laughed. “I mean besides the fun you and I just had.”
“Hunting, fishing, hiking.” He handed her the drink and smiled when she wrinkled her nose at his ideas of fun. “There’s not much else. Sorry.”