by Reece Butler
He moved her hands around his neck. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. He paused. Only virgins who hadn’t even been kissed before did that. He was a gentleman. Gentlemen never took virgins unless they married them afterward. She tightened her hold, rubbing her lush body against his. Breasts, belly, and pussy.
He groaned. Maybe she didn’t know how to kiss because she was used to quick and dirty sex. If so, he’d show her how to reach the stars. She opened her eyes. She frowned.
“You don’t want to kiss me?”
“Not like that. Relax your lips and open your mouth a bit.”
She relaxed her muscles. He gently kissed the corner of her mouth. He felt her lips move into a smile. He touched her partly opened mouth with his lips. She responded eagerly, pressing back. He opened his mouth, as did she, so he flicked his tongue.
She gasped and pulled back. She blinked at him for a moment before closing her eyes and going back for more. She wriggled her body and then lifted her legs and grasped him around the waist with them.
His cock rubbed against her pussy. She panted, her eyes wide. He dropped his forehead against hers. She twitched, rubbing herself against his cock before looking up at him.
“I want these.”
He cupped her breasts and flicked the nipples with his thumbs. She trembled. He ran his hands around her ribs to her back and down to her ass. He hummed in appreciation of her soft skin. He clasped his fingers around her cheeks and pulled them gently apart.
“And this.”
Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she fought for air. Perhaps her little gasp meant she’d discovered how chest hair could awaken nipples. He kept his left hand on her ass to hold her snug and brought the right around to the front. He snuck his fingers down her belly and into the soft hairs protecting her pussy. He expected her to be wet from the water, but when he pressed into her pussy his finger met hot, wet flesh.
“And this, definitely.”
She tilted her head to look at him, eyes glazed and lips parted. He pressed her against him with his left hand, swept his lips against her and found her clit with his thumb. He swallowed her gasp, following his finger thrusts in her lower lips with his tongue in her mouth. He circled her clit with his thumb.
“You want more?”
She nodded, gulping air.
He lifted her high enough to capture her nipple between his lips. He rolled it in his mouth as she squirmed against him. A tiny bite made her gasp. He leaned his forehead against hers and whispered.
“I’m going to lie you down by the water and lick your pussy until you scream. Then I’m going to lie on my back while you ride my cock. Again, you’ll scream. When I come inside your pussy, you’ll be too tired to scream, but you’ll want to.”
He held her face with his hands until she nodded agreement. He carried her to shore and set her down on her clothes. She hesitated when he pressed her knees wide to look at her swollen, glistening lips. He shook his head and slid a finger over her clit. She dropped her knees wide, begging for more with a deep groan.
First, he inhaled her scent, clean and fresh. He caught her soft curls with his lips, nipping them the way Trouble did her hair. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He pressed her lips back with his fingers, groaned, and flicked her clit with his tongue.
She shuddered and grabbed his head with both hands. He used his nose on her for a minute before sucking her inner lips into his mouth. He moved to free one hand, sinking his middle finger into her to the knuckle. He added his first finger and curled them forward. She gasped when he stroked the spongy area he found. She accepted his other fingers easily as he kept stroking.
Liquid flowed out of her, proof she wanted him doing this. He changed the stroking to tapping using his thumb on the outside of her pubic bone in a pincer-like movement. She moaned, twitching her hips under him. Close, but not yet.
Keeping his fingers going, he nuzzled her clit. She gasped and shuddered. He reached his free hand to her breast. This time when he tapped her he sucked her right on the clit and pinched her nipple at the same time.
She gave a dainty scream and bucked under him. He smiled and let her down gently, rubbing her pussy until her body turned to jelly. A moment later, she tensed up.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered. That stubborn chin of hers stuck out. He sat up and leaned over her. “Open your eyes, or I’ll put you over my knee!”
Immediately he was hit with a glare.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“The way you behaved the last few weeks, I should have put you over my lap ten times a day.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Still, the glare.
“Because I didn’t know why my cock saluted every time you came near.”
She put her hand on his, showing what she wanted. He nibbled her breasts, making her moan. She arched her back, demanding more. He liked the way she stood up to him. He wanted a strong, passionate woman, one who matched him physically and sexually. None of those prissy misses who needed to be coaxed out of their shifts, he wanted one who would demand he satisfy her.
Yet he also wanted to chase her across a meadow, rip off her clothes, wrestle her to her hands and knees, and take her from behind like a stallion would a mare. She would buck and scream, fighting him, making him earn the right to have her.
He wanted an equal. A ranch hand who could take his orders during the day, respectfully suggesting improvements. But when they were man and woman, he wanted a give and take that would drive them both far beyond the placid sex of domesticity. And he wanted to share her with his partners, but not yet.
Wild, passionate, and daring, he wanted Jessie to himself to start. After they’d enjoyed each other for a while, she would move on. Perhaps in the spring, after the bulk of the work was over. He hadn’t planned on marrying for a few years, but that one session showed him how much he’d missed having a woman.
When the spring Bride Train arrived, he’d be there, checking out the possibilities for a wife. They needed a wife with the physical strength to keep the Double Diamond’s homestead running. She must also be a lady when they had guests, or were in town. She would be meek and modest in public, obeying every order. Only when they were together could she question him, and that, politely.
She wouldn’t bring fire to their bed, but she would show the world she knew her place. If a man couldn’t keep his wife in line, if others saw she had him by the balls, no one would respect him. He’d seen it in the village, and in Town.
Mistresses could be demanding, but not wives. When one was with one’s mistress, it was in a place where every other man was the same. The men enjoyed their mistress acting outrageously in the demi-monde. No one would tolerate a wife behaving that way in Society. They’d be ostracized.
In the village, women who spoke up were beaten. As a child, he hated to see big men beat their wives to show they were the man of the family. In Society, if a woman didn’t obey, she was locked up in the country where she could bear children but not bring her husband shame.
Once a man lost respect, it was gone forever.
He’d done everything he could to earn his father’s respect. When he finally realized it would never happen, he walked out. He would do anything to ensure he and the Double Diamond had the respect of the community. For that, he needed a compliant wife, as he could never raise his hand to a woman.
Jessie was so ornery she’d defy her man in public and not give a whit. No man would want a wife with that attitude. But it was brilliant in a temporary affair. He finally lifted his head from her belly, leaving both of them panting.
“You really thought I was a boy?” She trailed her fingers from her breasts to her belly and into her brown curls.
“All I saw was cattle that had to be sorted, branded, and herded to water and feed. One uppity brat was not going to change anything.”
“Uppity brat?”
She glowered and tried to shove him away. The weight of one leg kept her in place. She was da
inty all over, except for her mouth. He walked his fingers down her belly, pushing her fingers out of the way. Her eyes grew darker and wider. Her nostrils flared when he parted her curls with his fingers. He pressed three fingers, then four into her pussy. He rolled onto his back, bringing her to lie on his chest.
“Want to ride me, cowgirl?”
Chapter Eleven
Jessie still quivered from the explosion Ace brought her with his hands and mouth. He promised she’d scream, and she did. Would it be even better with his cock in her? He settled back and bent his arms, pillowing his head.
She sat up, mouth open in order to breathe. His cock rose like a mast in front of her belly. She grabbed it in both hands, placing one above the other in order to cover most of him. The tip, which resembled a plum, stuck out.
When she first saw Ace, his cock so hard and big, she was frightened. But she remembered the night she snuck out dressed like a male. She followed a group of boisterous young men and ended up at a den of ill repute. She entered with them as if part of the group. A tired-looking woman calling herself Sadie asked her if it was her first time. Eager to see upstairs, she nodded and paid her money. Eyes wide, taking everything in, she followed the swaying backside in front of her.
When Sadie found out Jessie was a girl out on a lark, at first she was angry. But when told she could put her feet up for a few minutes, she relaxed. She told Jessie how to put a sponge soaked in vinegar up inside her to prevent babies. She told her all the ways men could pleasure a woman, if they wanted to. Her last piece of advice was that if she ever found men who wanted to take care of her, especially if they made her pussy wet, she should grab hold and never let go. Jessie gave Sadie most of her money and a hug.
She blushed at the jeers when they came downstairs and Sadie loudly thanked her for a most enjoyable visit. Three men got up from a table and demanded that she give them just as good a time. Sadie winked and, a man in each arm and one close behind, went back up to her room. After that she spent many nights imagining doing what Sadie did, but for enjoyment rather than money.
She’d wanted to try sex ever since. As the virgin sister of six brothers, she’d never get a chance. Ace didn’t know she was a virgin, or an Elliott.
He cocked an eyebrow up at her. “We won’t be telling anyone about this. You keep wearing your bindings and all.”
She nodded. If her brothers found out, they’d have her head. No, they’d give Ace a choice. Marry her or… No, they wouldn’t give him a choice. She’d enjoy herself and not let anyone else know.
She moved her hands up and down his cock, watching his face. He nodded his approval. But she didn’t want her hands on him, she wanted him in her. She rose to a crouch, still holding his cock in one hand, and guided the tip into her. He hissed, grimacing.
She sank slowly down, letting her body adjust to him. She was no longer a virgin. Whoopee. What Ace did to her with his mouth was far better than this.
“Is this it?”
He gaped at her. “Pardon me?”
“Your cock is in me. It feels rather nice and full but, so what?”
“So what?” He said it deep and low, as if it was a deadly threat.
“So, what are you going to do to make it feel better for me?” She gulped at his change in expression.
“You’ve not tried this position before?”
She shook her head.
“First, you lean forward.”
She rested her palms on his chest and leaned. She couldn’t help the gasp when the change of angle made everything different. Different and so much better. She wriggled and a series of sparks made her quiver.
“Now ride me like a horse but very slowly. Go forward and back, not up and down.”
He placed his hands on her hips. She settled herself and then followed his lead. He pressed down on her when he pulled her forward, so she ground herself against him. That part of her he’d touched earlier rubbed against him when she moved.
“Mmm, I see what you mean.”
She arched her back a bit, trying it out. That was even better! She played for a while, moving ever faster as the delicious tension she’d felt earlier returned. When she began moving faster, he released her hips and went for her breasts.
“Yes!”
She moved faster, grinding herself hard. He released her breasts, cupping her bottom instead to help her keep her speed. She could no longer think, but moved as she needed, faster and faster, harder and harder.
She knew it was there, but just couldn’t—he slapped her bottom. It made whatever it was snap, and she exploded into a scream. She sat up to better feel his cock sliding in her.
He moaned, grabbed her hips, and moved her up and down so fast her breasts trembled as he slammed up into her. Again and again until her pussy clenched him hard in a final explosion. Suddenly he gasped. He lost his rhythm, bucking into her. When he released her she fell forward onto his chest.
They both fought to breathe for a few minutes. After a few moments she lifted herself off him and stood. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t move. She went into the water and dunked, but he still didn’t move.
When she walked out of the water she knew she was no longer a virgin, but she felt no different. At least she now knew what sex was all about. The whole virginity thing was overrated. She wanted to do it again, but Ace’s snore proved he would be no use. But there were two more hard cocks at the Double Diamond.
Ace continued to sleep as she dressed. She mounted Trouble and set off. The place between her legs pulsed, wanting more. She might have been a virgin until just a few minutes ago, but living with all those boasting brothers and cousins ensured she knew a few things. She just never had any practice.
Kissing Ace was so different from the discrete pecks on the cheek allowed in Virginia. There, she was a pretty flower. She would bloom, be plucked, then discarded once her seeds had grown and taken fruit.
Not here. Ace seemed to treat her closer to an equal, like Ranger used to do when they lived in Texas. She’d always loved riding this land as a child, long before it was the Double Diamond. If Ace was a bull about her staying, she could always go work with Ranger and Patrick. They could use a good hand. Even when Ben returned, she would be useful. By then, she’d be a full quarter partner in the Bitterroot Ranch.
Never would she be like Louisa MacDougal or the belles of Virginia. Primping and pouting to get what they wanted, more interested in the exact color of a ribbon than the price of a steer on the hoof.
She saw what marriage did to a woman. As far as Jessie was concerned, Sunbird was treated like a slave. The quiet, near-invisible woman said Finan loved her in his way, but that way was not hers.
Louisa was the opposite, taking over whatever space she could with her drama. But soon after they arrived in Texas, Louisa married the wealthy Spanish rancher next to them. He was ten years older. She thought she could treat him as she did her father. That lasted until they signed the register after the wedding. Then he took Louisa to his bedroom. Everyone heard the shrieks as he spanked her. For the rest of the evening, Louisa did what she was told, and when she sat, it was very carefully.
Jessie laughed for days afterward. Then she sobered up. Louisa’s father did not get upset when he heard his precious daughter’s screams of outrage. He’d turned and silently toasted in approval the man so obviously paddling his daughter. Louisa was passed from her father to her husband like a prize cow. That wasn’t going to happen to Jessie Bonham Elliott!
Her father was dead, so he couldn’t order her around. The nasty MacDougals were all in Texas, far to the south. She was old enough to know her own mind, had enough money to take very good care of herself, and was free.
No way would she marry and lose all that!
But she wanted kisses, and more. When Sin massaged her shoulders and back, his fingers had strayed over her bindings. She knew he was aroused by her. She saw enough tight crotches on the Texas males before they headed into town, and listened to the exploits after
, hiding in the barn to do so.
A jolt of need hit her between the legs. She leaned forward and rubbed her pussy against the saddle. Her horse, mistaking the motion, sped up.
She leaned far forward, rising in the stirrups, and kicked her heels. Her horse shifted into a smooth gallop. She exulted in the sensations. Her pussy, her breasts, and the anticipation of more. Too bad Ace wanted her to hide her sex.
Maybe in a couple of days Ace would see she needed more. Sin made her tingle in a quite different way. Different, but very, very nice.
She slowed long before coming into the yard. She dismounted and walked her horse for a while, thinking of her plan. Sin walked out of the springhouse while she thought. He carried a bucket in his hand. He nodded and went into the barn. She followed him, dread and anticipation churning through her. How could she hide what she wanted?
* * * *
Jessie woke surrounded by cats, as she had every morning for the past three weeks.
“You’re sweet, but I’d hoped to wake up with Ace,” she grumbled to the marmalade curled at her feet. “I want to keep this from my brothers, not from Sin and Henry!”
She got up carefully so as not to disturb the cats, and dressed. She didn’t mind wearing the corset, since it held her from bouncing, but the waist belt and coat to hide her shape were a dang nuisance.
Maybe Ace told them about her after she went to bed?
Her breasts swelled under her corset when she entered the cabin. Ace stood by the bed as if he’d just gotten up. He stretched, his cock standing out like it had the day before. Her pussy twinged, aching for him. When he noticed her, he stared at her chest and then down. His cock jumped, but he turned away to dress.
She dropped her head to hide the heat covering her face. Of course he wouldn’t give her a morning hug and kiss like she remembered her father and mother doing. This wasn’t love, just sex. He was her first lover, so she’d expected an eager reaction. But she was just another woman to him.
Wasn’t that what she wanted? Good sex without the ownership of marriage? She pressed her fist between her breasts. Why did it hurt so much to be treated this way?