by Gina Mint
Next thing I knew my panties were coming off. I could feel them slipping off my thighs and down my legs. A finger pressed gently against my pulsating opening, and then slipped inside. I arched my back, pushing my hips up into Eric's hand.
“Mm,” He murmured. “A little eager?”
In response I only moaned. When he lowered his face and slid his tongue across me I had to turn my face and bite the pillow next to me. His fingers were moving in and out, picking up and matching the rhythm of his tongue, which was swirling circles around my clit.
I was groaning into the pillow like a wild animal, my hand twisting in his blonde waves. Faster and faster his tongue was going, making hot, wet circles against my sweet spot. The pleasure came in waves, circling around just like his tongue. Each rotation was stronger and fiercer, bringing me closer and closer to a peaking point. Unable to hold back anymore, I cried out, pushing my hips into his mouth as I exploded with a release.
He didn't pause, though. No sooner had my orgasm finished than was he pulling his shirt off and undoing his belt buckle. I gazed heatedly up at him, the desire in my body not lessened at all by the recent explosion.
His pants and shirt fell on the floor, leaving only a tight pair of underwear in their wake. My breath grew ragged as I stared at his hips, a thick bulge resting and waiting there for me. Eric moved to take off the underwear, and his dick popped out, straight and full.
Once he had finished undressing he knelt there in front of me, a Greek God come to life. A bit of light was coming in through a window behind him, striking the hard ridges of his shoulders and hips.
Slowly, he reached down to stroke the length of his hard self while I watched. My breath hitched at the sight, and I felt my body begin to shake all over again. I could have laid there all night watching him touch himself.
I also felt compelled to act, though, and so I rolled over on my side and then went forward on my hands and knees. Gingerly, I took his dick in my hands, nudging his own palms out of the way. It was hot and pulsing under my touch, and seemed to grow even thicker and longer as I slightly tightened my grip around its girth.
I brought my face down, putting my tongue out to lick just the head. Eric moaned low in response, and I slid my tongue down his whole length and back again. Opening my mouth, I slowly took the whole thing in between my teeth. He tasted salty and felt as smooth as satin. Resting my hands at the base of his length I slowly bobbed my head up and down, first going slow, then fast, then slowing it back down once more.
Eric moaned and clutched my shoulders as I worked on him. The faster I went the more noise he made, his hips gently pushing against my mouth. Although I was getting nearly as excited as him, and I could feel wetness seeping between my legs, I slowed it down, knowing I couldn't make him finish quite yet.
As seductively as possible- and enjoying playing the part of vixen- I released his dick and crawled backwards onto the cushions. He growled down at me as he followed, nudging my knees further open with his leg and settling close in between them.
One hand back on himself, he reached the other one forward, staring at the slit between my legs while he spread my lips open with his fingers. He pushed his hips closer, and the hard tip of his dick grazed softly across my opening. Delicious sparks shot through my body at the teasing touch, and I wanted to beg him for more, but I also didn't want to hurry. We had the whole night, and I wanted to take and own every minute of our time together.
Eric seemed to be of the same mind, because he still didn't press into me. Instead, he took his dick and slid it in a circle between my thighs, taunting me again. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, fading away into the burning desire. Eric's other palm massaged my right thigh, first inside and then out, working a circle around my leg.
A soft slap on my ass made me open my eyes. His gaze was sparkling down at me, questioning whether I had liked what he had just done or not. I smiled in response, and he gently spanked me again, his dick pushing forward to enter me slightly for the first time.
Another spank and another push of his hips, and my inner walls spread to accept his girth. I sighed in joy as he pushed one more time, entering me halfway and hitting a most delicious spot. He pulled out slowly, retreating all the way, then just as slowly pushed in again, entering me as far as he could go.
I closed my eyes, the pleasure taking me over. In all the way, he leaned forward and rested his chest against mine, then slowly pushed his hips up, driving in and at an angle.
I ran my hands along his muscled back, trailing them down and across his tight ass as he continued to slowly move in and out of me. No sooner had we fallen into a rhythm, though, then did he shift, leaning back up to hook his arms under my legs.
I was at his mercy, spread wide and exposed. He continued to gaze down at me as he moved, but this time he was going faster with each stroke.
My hands itching to move- to touch- I reached them up to run them first over his hips and then his arms.
My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness now, and I could see Eric's face, a thin layer of sweat glistening on it. His eyes were intense, focused on my face like they were lasers.
“Touch yourself,” He whispered, taking me by surprise. “I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you.”
His request made me blush slightly. No man had ever propositioned me in such a way. It also made me excited, though, causing eager butterflies to flit around in my torso.
Slowly, I let my hand trail up and across my hips, Eric all the while continuing his slow drive into my body as he eagerly watched the procession of my fingers.
My palm grazed across my breast, the nipple hard and tight. I wasn't sure at first what to do- wasn't sure what he would like. Slowly, though, I played, seeing what felt good. Taking my thumb and index finger, I teased the nipple lightly, rolling and tugging. Eric let out a low growl that seemed to be a good sign, and the pleasure in my body increased, seeming to shoot down in a connecting line from the tips of my breast to the spot between my legs.
Eric lifted my legs higher, the new angle hitting my sweet spot with even more intensity. My mouth fell open, low moans escaping me as the pleasure built and built.
Eric pushed into me harder, the slow and sweet driving from earlier now gone, replaced instead by a hard and frenzied fucking.
“Juliana,” He gasped, making my name sound as sweet as candy.
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to get out much more. I was lost in the world of ecstasy, unable to know or remember anything else. “Yes,” I gasped again, one hand still on my breast and the other clutching desperately onto Eric's hip.
I exploded, the pleasure shaking my body in wave after wave.
Swiftly, Eric pulled out, enjoying his own release as he collapsed onto my chest. Sweat dripped off of him, coating my own body. My legs were still shaking as I felt his fingers press against my opening once more.
I fidgeted underneath his touch, feeling sensitive.
“I can't,” I whispered.
“Yes,” He said simply, with an authoritative tone. He was already moving his fingers around my swollen clit, making me jump from a mixture of pleasure and unease.
The little jolts of good feelings grew closer and closer together, and then I was coming once more, digging my fingernails into his back and burying my face in his neck.
“I could go all night,” He murmured, once the shaking in my body had finally ceased.
I laughed. “Really?”
He nodded against my face, his jaw softly grazing my cheek. I wiggled my hands between our hips and felt that he was already hard again, his thickness pressing dangerously close to my inner thigh.
“Well,” I said slowly. “That may not be such a bad thing, considering I really have no reason to go back to my beach house.”
He turned his face slightly in order to give me a warm and tender kiss. I opened my mouth wide up to his. He tasted just as good as he had the first time we'd kissed, and I felt as if I would never grow tired of t
he feel of his tongue against mine.
When he stopped kissing me he kept his face pressed so close to mine that when he spoke his lips brushed my own. “Actually,” He whispered. “I could go all week. What do you say to that?”
I giggled. “I say bring it on.”
The End
Story Five
Chapter One: Radio Static
The hot Texas sun spilled over the beautiful blue sky as Sadie rode her Appaloosa stallion, Mist, across the flat terrain. She used a handkerchief to mop the sweat from her face, adjusted her Stetson, sat straighter in her saddle, and prayed that something, or someone would happen along her path to ease some of the uneasiness she felt. It always made her shoulders ache, that tenseness that never quite left her body. She was always on alert, always ready for the next accident or mishap to come her way. It wasn’t the best way to live, but she was well used to it by now.
Just as she crested the small hill that barely passed as more than a mound she heard her radio chirp. Finally, she thought. “Dr. Hamilton?”
“This is Sadie,” she responded.
“Hey doc, we just got a call from the Deuces Ranch. Reece Jackson is having chest pains. His foreman said he wasn’t keen on having you called out, but he thought it was best under the circumstances.”
“Do we have an up-to-date file on Mr. Jackson?”
“No. He’s never been in to see you that I know of. His last file update was when Doc Watson was still the town doctor.”
“Well that’d explain it,” Sadie muttered. “Alright, start a file on Mr. Jackson, I’ll pass on any information I can once I check on him. I’m not far from that homestead so I’ll just head over on Mist.”
“Copy,” Stacey said and then the radio went eerily silent again. Sadie nudged Mist into a gallop letting her hat fall back as the wind kissed her face. She thought back on Doctor Watson. He’d been elderly when she’d worked with him as a teenager. He’d nurtured her love of doctoring and encouraged her to finish her medical schooling, even footing her last two years when her finances dried up. He’d said the town needed a good doctor and made her promise to come back and take over his practice. She’d agreed and they’d made the transition seamlessly nearly five years ago. If Reece Jackson hadn’t had a checkup in five years she was thankful all he had was chest pains. Still, it wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Chest pains could be caused by any number of things, especially a heart attack.
Pulling up to the ranch, Sadie slowed her mount and tied him to the nearest post. Giving his neck an affectionate rub, she grabbed her medical bag and headed up to the porch. Before she could knock on the door, a short, stocky, Mexican opened it. “Hello. I’m looking for Mr. Jackson?”
“Si,” the man smiled. “He is right this way.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you the foreman for this ranch?”
“Si,” the man smiled again. Sadie did a quick sweep of the beautifully decorated foyer. Its huge oak wood beams glistened and spoke of the craftsmanship that went into building the large main house. Apparently Mr. Jackson had invested considerably in this home. Either that or the person he bought it from had done so.
Sitting on a sofa with his caramel colored hair spilling through his fingers sat Mr. Reece Jackson. His black, long-sleeved shirt pulled at the seams and stretched tight over a broad back and well-sculpted biceps. Next to him on the couch sat his white Stetson hat and a calico colored cat. A beautiful Eurasier with his own caramel colored coat lay at the man’s feet.
***
Reece had heard the call go out for the doctor. No matter that he’d said not to call her. He’d thought seriously about firing Ignacio, but didn’t have the heart. The man had worked for him for the last seven years after all. Even if he was just relying on the man’s loyalty it’d be enough to secure his job.
“Mr. Jackson?” came the woman’s smooth voice. Reece was no stranger to Sadie Hamilton’s charms. She didn’t flaunt them outright, but the woman had them in spades. Everything about her was made to lure, even if she wasn’t trying. The trouble with women like Sadie was that a man couldn’t tell when they were trying and when they weren’t. Of course it didn’t matter to him much, not with Sarah so recently departed from his life. Even if it’d been his choice, her decision to leave still would have burned a bit. The fact that she’d spread vicious rumors around town about him wasn’t helping the issue either. She called his name again and Reece sighed.
Looking up into stormy gray eyes, Reece wondered if they matched her attitude, or if the attitude made her eyes change on at her whim. “I understand you’ve been having chest pains. Would you mind if I gave you a checkup and asked some questions about what caused your pains to start?”
“I won’t hear the end of it until you do so I might as well give my consent.”
She didn’t flinch at his gruff answer, something Reece had come to expect of the fairer sex. The only women he ever came into contact with were always primping, always worried about their hair or how their face looked. From the look of Sadie Hamilton today, and most days come to think of it, she couldn’t have given a rat’s ass what anyone thought.
“You’ve been out riding,” Reece said when she stepped close enough for him to smell her. The mixture of horse and woman was about as exotic and intoxicating as smells came. The horse he was used to, the woman, well, she didn’t smell much like the women he was used to. Perhaps that’s why he found himself grinning like a loon. “I heard Ignacio, my foreman, mention your Appaloosa. He says it’s a beautiful animal.”
“Mist belonged to Doctor Watson. I bought him as part of my practice when I took over his duties in the town. No, back to you. Ignacio says that your chest pains started while you were feeding the livestock?”
“I was lifting the bags of feed down from the loft. The first pang was quick and sharp, but eventually subsided. It was when they didn’t go away that I knew something was different, off.”
Sadie finished his vitals, wrote them down for his chart, and smiled. “The good news is that it’s not a heart attack. You, Mr. Jackson, have a severe case of acid reflux. I’m going to prescribe a daily acid reducer and recommend you look into changing your diet a little. Even just tweaking it a little can help considerably. A shot of milk can also help if the acid causes heart burn.”
“Are you laughing?” Reece ground out as the pain radiated along his ribs.
“No,” Sadie chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’m usually more controlled than this. It’s just…you look so pitiful and your men were so worried. I’m actually glad you have someone out here that cares enough to disobey you.”
“Yeah well, I’m thinking about giving him away.”
“Keep him, he’s worth it.”
***
Sadie wrote out the prescription and handed it to Reece who was now standing and walking around slowly. Some color had returned to his cheeks, although Sadie couldn’t tell if it was because he felt better or because he was embarrassed.
“One a day in the morning preferably. You should be right as rain.”
“How much do I owe you, doc?” he asked. She’d seen some hunky men in her time, but none quite as handsome as Reece Jackson. That boyish smile, when added to his gorgeous hair and shockingly blue eyes was enough to have any woman swooning. She wasn’t immune to his obvious good looks just because of her profession.
“I’ll send you a bill once I get back to my office,” Sadie smiled. “I’ll also expect you in for a complete checkup within the week. I’ll give you time to get that antacid in you first and see how it works for you. If it doesn’t let me know and we’ll find one that does.”
“Thank you,” he smiled. Sadie accepted his outstretched hand and smiled when he shook it. “Do you mind if I walk you out and get a look at your horse?”
“Not at all,” she agreed. He let her proceed him out and was pleasantly surprised that someone had brought Mist right up to the porch for her.
“I water him, ma’am,” Ignacio said, his acc
ent thick and beautiful.
“Gracias,” she returned. She watched the foreman tip his hat and say something in Spanish to Reece. She waited for Reece to respond and then turned to step into the saddle. It was when those big hands slipped around her waist that Sadie went deadly still.