Devil in Texas

by Calista Fox

  Her hands shifted from the waist of his jeans to his abdomen. Her palms flattened against him, then moved upward to his chest. At the same time, she leaned into him. Jack didn’t stop her, as he’d originally intended to do. Sure enough, her legs straddled his thigh. He could have taken a step back. Of course, he didn’t.

  “Were you thinking about what you want to do to me?”

  “Oh yeah,” he said, his head dipping toward hers. His arms slid around her waist and he pulled her tightly to him, letting her rub her mound against his leg. “You make me so damn hard,” he whispered in her ear.

  She trembled in his embrace as she curled her arms around his neck. “Are you going to do something about it this time?”

  “I want you,” he said. Plain and simple.

  She pressed her breasts to his chest and said, “It’s the next day, so this doesn’t count as a pick-up in a bar, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Good. Because I’m not backing down,” she told him.

  “Me, either,” he warned.

  She stared up at him, the lust in her eyes. There was a hint of uncertainty too, but she didn’t seem to give it a second thought. Her lips grazed the side of his neck as she spoke. “So make your move, Jack Wade.”

  He groaned, low and deep in his throat. His arms all but crushed her to him as her fingers tangled in his hair. His mouth went to work on her long neck, his lips grazing her skin, his teeth nipping at the warm flesh.

  Even the air conditioner couldn’t keep them from steaming up the place.

  “You didn’t tell me what you were thinking about last night,” she reminded him. “What you were thinking about doing to me.”

  “Fucking you six ways from Sunday,” he said without thinking twice about it.

  “Oh.” The word rode a hard rush of air. “Just six?”

  He groaned again. “More than that. It might take a while to do everything I want to do to you.”

  “You could start now,” she said as the fingers that were twisted in his hair slid down his body and grazed his cock. “See how far we get by next Sunday.”

  She stroked him behind his button fly, making him grab her hand to still it.

  “You’re misjudging my control,” he said between clenched teeth. “It’s more limited than you think.”

  “Good to know.” She kissed his jaw, working her way to his lips. When her mouth pressed to his, Jack was a goner.

  One of his hands stayed at the small of her back, keeping her body against his. His other hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as his tongue delved deep into her mouth. He kissed her as she writhed against him, her hand sliding down to gently cup his balls through his jeans.

  She pushed all the right buttons, whether she knew it or not. He wanted her even more than last night. Couldn’t wait to strip her bare and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. He knew how tight it was. Knew how wet and hot he made her. Knew it’d feel like heaven to be sheathed inside her tight cunt as he stroked her inner walls, driving them both crazy.

  He just had to clear the air one last time.

  Tearing his mouth away, he asked, “Still not backing down?”

  “No. You?”

  “Oh hell, no.”

  * * * * *

  He kissed her again as she moved her hands to his waist and gripped fistfuls of his T-shirt. A swift tug didn’t quite get her where she wanted to be, so she tugged again and then found his skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Her hands slid under the soft material of his shirt and splayed over the rigid muscles of his abdomen.

  Aahhh. That was what she wanted. Well, it was a start, at any rate.

  Jack’s hands began their own exploration. First over her shoulders and down her bare arms. Then they dropped to Liza’s hips and moved down and back until he cupped her ass in his large hands. He deepened their kiss as he gave a rough squeeze of her cheeks, turning their lip-lock into something hot and demanding. Her hands shifted to his back—the muscles there were just as enticing—and she pressed her chest to his, wanting to be crushed against him again. He got the point and tightened his grip on her.

  When she finally pulled her mouth from his, she gasped for air.

  “God, that was hot,” she whispered.

  Jack’s eyes burned with lust and his chest rose and fell as quickly as hers did. He lifted her off her feet while she was still locked in his tight embrace and crossed the kitchen to the bedroom.

  He set her down gently, her bare feet flattening on the hardwood floor. She had to widen her stance a little to steady herself, because everything inside her was vibrating again. Her fingers trembled as she reached for Jack’s shirt once more and lifted it up, peeling it away from his tanned, toned skin. Every inch of muscle revealed made her mouth water even more. She couldn’t wait to touch him. In fact, she abandoned her whole stripping-him-bare effort as she placed her hands on his hard pectorals. Luckily, Jack was on his game and took over the stripping part, yanking the shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.

  A soft chuckle teased her ears. “Impatient little thing,” he said in a low voice.

  Liza grinned. “You are just too magnificent for words. I can’t help myself.”

  The corners of his mouth lifted. “Touch to your heart’s content, sweetheart.”

  “Oh I intend to.”

  Her hands swept down to his stomach, then round to his back and up to his shoulder blades. She leaned in close to him, her chest pressing to his. A slight dip of her head and her lips grazed his skin, making him groan. She flicked her tongue over a small, pebbled nipple and his arms tightened around her reflexively.

  Empowered by his response, she dropped feathery kisses all over his chest and even licked him once or twice.

  Again, she just couldn’t help herself.

  As she sighed happily, Jack said, “My turn.”

  He released her and reached for the hem of her tank top. His eyes feasted on her as if she were the Last Supper as he lifted the lacy material up to her ribs. Surprisingly, he deserted his quest the way she’d abandoned hers earlier. Two large hands covered her bare rib cage, his thumbs resting between the valley of her breasts, still concealed by the top.

  Liza laughed. “Need me to finish the job?”

  “No,” he whispered in a tight voice as his hands began to move higher. “Angling for a better position. Getting the biggest bang for my buck.”

  The wicked flash in his eyes made her shudder. As his fingers moved beneath her shirt, he cupped her breasts, pushing the material further up while he palmed her flesh.

  His hands were strong and warm. Lightly calloused—just enough to cause a bit of friction as they moved over her tight nipples. Making them even tighter.

  The tingling sensation he incited along her pussy lips and clit started out mildly discomforting, like an itch in desperate need of being scratched. But the feeling blossomed into tiny stabs deep in her cunt that made her want to press her thighs together to stave off the pressure that mounted so quickly. His thumbs swept back and forth across her nipples, teasing them. Teasing her.

  Liza’s stomach fluttered when he bent his head and flicked his tongue over one hardened peak, as she’d done to him. She gasped at the fire that roared through her. He grinned.

  “Turnabout and all that,” he whispered again as he finally removed her shirt and let it pool on top of his.

  “Yeah, sure. Fair play,” she mumbled. Then she reached for him at the exact moment he pulled her into his arms. When her skin touched his, their chests pressing together, her nipples rubbing against his rib cage, she let out a low moan. This was bliss.

  Her eyelids fluttered closed as he kissed her again. His moving them backward with two short strides pushed Liza up against the edge of the bed. They worked their way down onto the soft mattress, Jack careful not to fall on top of her. When they were sprawled across the queen-size bed and he was settled between her legs, she amended her earlier thought.

  This was bli
ss.

  He broke the kiss and trailed his lips over her jaw, down to her neck. As his mouth pressed to her throat, his tongue teasing her skin, his hands started to roam her body again. Her fingers twisted in his hair as her legs tangled with his, keeping him on top of her, between her parted thighs.

  “You smell good,” he whispered as his teeth gently nipped an earlobe. “Like spring. Sweet and simple, yet…vibrant.”

  “Nice analogy.”

  “Nice body,” he replied with another grin. That sexy-as-hell dimple made her heart skip a beat.

  Then he bent his head to her chest and she just about melted into the mattress as his tongue toyed with her sensitive nipple and his hands continued to stroke her tingling flesh. Her back arched of its own accord, pressing her against Jack. His hand slid around to her spine, holding her in place, crushing her to him as his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked it hard.

  Another moan fell from Liza’s parted lips and the throbbing deep in her pussy intensified. She ached for him.

  “Jack,” she whispered.

  His attention shifted to her other breast and she temporarily lost her train of thought. His mouth on her body was heavenly, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her and she didn’t think she could wait much longer for it.

  As though he sensed the urgency welling within her, Jack’s hand moved down her body. He lifted off her slightly as his fingers grazed the front of her pants and then curled around the apex of her legs, pressing into her mound.

  “Oh!” She gasped as she nearly jumped out of her skin at the electrifying touch.

  He continued to lavish her breasts with soft kisses and teasing flicks as his hand between her legs stroked her labia through the thin material of her pants and thong. The pressure from his fingertips changed from gentle caressing to near-kneading, then back to gentle caressing.

  Liza opened her eyes and focused them on the ceiling fan because it felt as if the room were spinning—and she was sober this time! The slow rotation of the blades didn’t help matters. She tried to find something to reel her in because her heart was thumping erratically in her chest and her pulse raced like never before.

  Nothing but Jack could hold her attention, though.

  When his hand slid behind the waistband of her pants, she tried to prepare herself for his skilled touch. But there was no way she could be ready for the glorious sensations his fingers evoked as they slipped past the edge of her panties, the pads caressing her swollen pussy lips.

  Her eyelids fluttered closed and she gripped him tightly, her hands moving to his shoulders, her fingertips pressing into his hard muscles. Jack kissed her breasts as his fingers stroked her. Slowly, but with purpose. And then he kissed her on the mouth—another one of those hot, demanding kisses that conveyed his desire as much as it incited hers. One finger eased into her wet pussy and she ripped her mouth from his.

  “Oh God!” She could already feel the tremors start to build deep in her cunt. Jack didn’t let up. His mouth was back on hers as he withdrew his finger and used the juices coating it to lubricate her sensitive clit as he rubbed it, making her writhe beneath him as the sensations intensified. Then he thrust two fingers into her throbbing pussy and stroked her quickly.

  Breaking their kiss, he nuzzled her neck, whispering sexy words in her ear that excited her even more. As if that were really possible. For Liza, it was almost humiliating how much she needed him. How turned-on she was. How hot he made her.

  “You’re so tight,” he murmured. “And wet. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “Oh God, yes.” She was ready for him. In every sense of the word this time.

  “Soon.”

  “Now.”

  “I want you to come.” His pace quickened between her legs, his fingers massaging her cunt, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit.

  Liza’s fingers wrapped around his biceps and she held him tightly, knowing she was close to another beautiful release.

  “Come all over my fingers, darlin’,” he said as he worked her faster, finger-fucking her into a wicked frenzy of delicious sensations.

  “Jack,” she moaned. She was so close!

  “Come for me, sweetheart,” he half-begged, as though needing her to climax so he could replace the fingers in her cunt with his cock.

  The thought of him inside her and the way he urged her to let go was totally her undoing. She felt the collision of erotic sensations deep within her, with no control over them whatsoever.

  “Oh Christ.” She moaned. Then a heartbeat later she said, “Jack!” She cried out his name as she came. Her body shuddered beneath him and little bursts of golden light flashed behind the eyelids that were squeezed tight as she clung to every glorious second of the powerful orgasm.

  Breathing had become a difficult thing for Liza since she’d met this devilish man, and it didn’t seem to get any easier as time passed. In fact, the ragged breaths that filled the quiet room were a little embarrassing. But she realized she wasn’t the only one capable of scaring the birds away with the heavy pants of air. Although in truth, it was likely her scream that had done the trick. She opened her eyes and found Jack staring down at her, his jaw clenched, his own eyes at half-mast.

  He hadn’t withdrawn his fingers from her pussy and the heel of his hand still pressed against her clit. She could still feel the quivering inside her and knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come again.

  Something told her Jack knew this too, because his head dipped and his lips brushed hers as his fingers pushed deeper into her now dripping cunt.

  Liza’s own fingers threaded through his hair again. His warm breath caressed her cheek, his hot skin searing hers. She knew what he wanted. To make her scream like that again. He wanted to make her come again and Liza adored him for it.

  “You’re incredibly beautiful,” he whispered as the heel of his hand rubbed the swollen bud between her legs, sliding up and down in a slow rhythm as his fingers stroked her inner walls. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you walked through my door.”

  Liza sighed. “How is it that you’re not taken?”

  “I’m a sinner, darlin’.”

  “Mm, thank God for that.”

  He laughed. “I’m not one for settling.”

  Settling or settling down? She suspected this was something she’d have to take into consideration at some point if she decided she wanted more from Jack than a good time. Currently, though, she had no desire to delve into such a heavy topic while Jack was delving into her. And stirring up all those wondrous sensations again.

  As though sensing her desire not to spoil the intoxicating moment, he shifted on the bed. Withdrawing the wicked appendages from her cunt caused Liza’s brow to jerk upward.

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you. Just making things easier.”

  With that, he whisked off her pants and then slid her red-lace thong down her legs, eyeing her like a sailor who’d been out to sea too long. His baby blues were glued to her as he bared every inch of her. She was glad she hadn’t fussed with shoes and socks this morning. Less clothing for him to remove.

  As he began to settle himself between her legs again, Liza cleared her throat. Rather loudly.

  The Devil shot her a curious look.

  “Fair play and all that,” she reminded him with what was surely a wicked smile. “One of us can’t be more clothed than the other.”

  He shook his head and grinned. “Well, if you insist.”

  “Oh I do!”

  Jack moved back to his knees, then slipped off the bed. She watched with mounting anticipation as he worked the button fly of his jeans and then pushed the denim over his hips, revealing sexy black boxer briefs that did the most flattering things to his erection.

  Resisting the urge to lick her lips, Liza’s gaze remained locked on him as he toed off his suede boots. The soft breeze from the ceiling fan and the A/C helped to cool her skin, which was a blessing, because she was
burning up. And getting hotter by the second as the sexy cowboy pushed the jeans and his socks off his long, powerful limbs.

  “Better?” he asked, a coy smile on his devilishly handsome face.

  “Almost.” She wasn’t letting him get away with teasing her. She wanted the Full Monty.

  Jack obliged. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of the briefs and then slowly eased them down to mid-thigh. His full, thick cock sprang free and it took every ounce of drilled-in couth she possessed to keep her jaw from dropping to the bed. He released the material and the briefs fell to the hardwood floor, pooling at his bare feet.

  Which, she noted, were as sexy as the rest of him.

  “Oh my.” Liza all but drooled as her gaze lifted to his full erection. She could barely breathe again. It took a few moments to collect her thoughts, all of which were centered on his colossal…mammoth…holy shit….

  “Things really are bigger in Texas,” she couldn’t help but say.

  Jack laughed. Low and deep, but hearty. The kind of laugh that reverberated inside her and warmed her to the core of her being.

  As he crawled back into bed, situating himself between her legs—precisely where she wanted him—he said, “For a moment there, you looked a little worried.”

  Heat tinged her cheeks. “I said earlier that you were too magnificent for words. I believe that was a gross understatement.”

  “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

  She thought about the rock-hard cock that would fit snugly inside her cunt and another thrill of anticipation shot through her.

  “Don’t be,” she said, a flash of heat igniting her insides at the thought of things to come. Namely her. “I’m not fragile.”

  Peter had not been particularly impressive by way of size or technique. So Jack was an enticing treat the deprived deserved.

  In fact, she was so incredibly hot for him it was all she could do not to beg him to fuck her.