Sierra held on to my biceps, happy to let me lead her around the makeshift dance floor. She stayed close, joking the entire time.
“You know Jack, in some circles a man actually asks a woman to dance before hauling her out on the dance floor.”
“Yeah but we both wanted to dance, I just skipped a step.” I dipped her over my arm, making her laugh loudly as I brought her up and we were face to face. Close. Very close. “Besides, we dance so well together.”
“You are pretty good on your feet, Ranger.” She smiled, eyes focused on my lips which I suddenly had the urge to lick.
“You know what they say about men who can dance,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against her ear.
Not to be outdone, she pressed her hips into mine all while maintaining a shockingly innocent expression. “They can really move their hips?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Not at all,” she said in that prissy voice that didn’t match the way she nodded her head.
I laughed and moved us towards the edge of the dance floor until we could slip out the barn during the song change. Completely unnoticed. I pulled her around the barn where hardly any of those damn paper lights hung. I needed a moment alone with Sierra even though I had no idea what to do. Well I did know what I wanted to do, but that way lie madness.
“Where are we going?”
“Right here,” I told her, grabbing her hips and slid around until her round ass cheeks sat in my hands. Pressing my cock into her hips, I slanted my mouth over hers, quieting any questions she might have. Any protests she might make even though I could tell by the way she melted into me she wouldn’t have any. The sensual slide of her tongue against mine made me moan and lift her until her legs were wrapped around me and my cock was buried as deep as it could be while we were both still fully clothed. I tasted at her lips, lapped at her mouth while she moaned and clawed at my shoulders. Clinging to me while my tongue swept across every inch of her mouth, driving up her own arousal as well as mine.
“Ah, Jack,” she groaned when I tore our mouths apart and kissed my way down her neck, over her shoulder and licked across the swell of her lush breasts. “God, that mouth!”
I chuckled and came back up, taking her mouth again in a slow, drugging kiss that left everything irrelevant but the way our bodies felt pressed together, the way she tasted on my tongue. Those heavenly sounds she made. The need for oxygen ended the kiss sooner than I wanted, and her whimper of dismay told me she felt the same.
“Want to lead me to your pot of gold?”
“More than anything.”
Music to my fucking ears.
Sierra
I had no clue if I was doing the right thing, sitting in the passenger seat of Jack’s big ass black SUV, heading home. To have sex. With Jack. Winchester.
I couldn’t deny that the way he looked at me had sent a thrill through my body, nipples hard and panties slick with arousal. I was more than ready to have his big muscled body moving with a purpose between my legs. But now that we were inching closer and closer to the ranch, second thoughts and doubts begun to creep in. I knew it would be spectacular. Hell, Jack would probably ruin me for every man that came after him, but I couldn’t find one ounce of give a damn within me. I couldn’t bring myself to worry about wanting him more, craving him. Taking this one night for myself before putting this crush behind me.
Not when I turned to look at him, at the efficient way his hands maneuvered the car. Strong forearms dusted with chocolate hair grown light from years of desert living, a rugged jaw line I just wanted to feel scraping against my thighs. No, when I looked at him I felt hot, wet and dirty.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine. You?”
“More than,” he said, tossing a wink over his shoulder before he got out the car. I took a long, hard look at the way those jeans hugged his ass and wished, not for the first time in my life, that I could come back as that pair of jeans.
“Me too,” I said and slid from the car and he disappeared inside the ranch house.
“Want a drink?”
“Yeah, a shot of tequila. I’ll be right back.” I needed to get my heart rate under control. I couldn’t act like a giddy school girl for my night with Jack. I needed to be cool and calm, sexy and sophisticated. Ignoring his room on the left, I rushed passed it and closed the door to my own room. This was happening tonight. Me and Jack, and I wouldn’t let something as ridiculous as nerves get in the way. I got rid of the vest and the skirt, and the stupid little hat, leaving the stilettos because I was hoping they would turn him on as much as the costume had.
A quick spritz of perfume, fingers to tame my curls and I was ready for this. For him. I took a few deep breaths and opened the door. Jack was downstairs waiting for me, for this. I smiled, giddy as I tried to look sexy while I walked down the stairs. “Jack?”
“In here,” he called and I went left into the kitchen, my body humming so loudly I couldn’t hear what he was doing in there.
“What are you doing?”
He turned and his blue gaze darkened, the kitchen towel fell from his hands and his long legs ate up the distance between us. “That’s what you were wearing under that outfit?”
I spun, eyes closed at the feel of his big, warm hands brushing against my stomach, my back. Touch me.
“Yep. You like?”
His hand stopped me spinning, grasping my waist and sitting me on the counter. “No sweetheart, I fucking love it.” He stepped between my legs and his hands slid up my thighs, applying light pressure as his thumbs grazed over my swollen pussy lips and played along the edges of my panties. “You smell so good. Like sex and liquor.”
“Two of my favorite things,” I groaned as one thumb finally slipped inside my panties and rolled over my clit. “Yes.”
“You’re soaked for me.” His breath came out harsh and full of heat and tension as his thumb rubbed rough circles on my clit, drawing a loud moan of pleasure from me. “Fuck,” he groaned when my hands slid up his shirt, coasting over what had to be the most sculpted torso I’d ever seen and felt up close.
“Jack.” His name was ripped from my throat by the force of two thick fingers sliding deep and hooking inside me to hit that spot, the one that sent fireworks shooting off behind my eyelids.
His blue gaze seared into mine, hypnotizing me as one had fisted the thong and tore, the ripping sound mingling with our heavy breathing. “Damn you have a pretty pussy Sierra. So wet and swollen. So pink,” he grunted and knelt before me, pressing my legs apart with his wide shoulders.
When his mouth landed on me, my hips bucked off the counter sending me deeper into his mouth. His lips closed around my clit and my arms buckled, sending me flat on my back on the cool, tiled counter. This was some kind of bliss that I had never dreamed of, the way his tongue teased and played with me, sending slivers of ecstasy through me. I wasn’t all that sexually experienced, with two mediocre lovers under my belt, and the things Jack did to me I had never felt before. I couldn’t control my reaction to his every move.
“Oh Jack, yes. Don’t stop.” He grunted at my words, the vibrations rocketing through my clit as his tongue speared me, fucked me, over and over until I felt my legs tremble and my toes curl. His teeth scraped against my clit, starting convulsions at the tips of my toes. By the time his lips were wrapped around me, and he sucked and sucked, my orgasm had shot out of me and violently shook my body.
Jack’s big strong hands held my hips to keep me grounded, but his satisfied groan sent more vibrations through me until I collapsed on the counter. His tongue and mouth slowed, but it didn’t stop until I was completely wrung out.
“Damn, the sweetest nectar too.”
I gave a lazy smile as my heart constricted. This was Jack Winchester, my lifelong crush, obsession. The object of my affection. And tonight he was mine. Just tonight, I had to remind myself. With a confidence I didn’t quite feel, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck and asked, �
�I wonder, how does your nectar taste?”
“You can find out later,” he promised, kissing and licking my neck while I freed his cock and fisted it in my hands. “Right now though, I need to be inside your tight little pussy.”
I let out a moan and wrapped my legs around him, crying out my pleasure as his cock sank into me, inch by excruciating inch. Until all nine of them were buried deep. “Jack.” I needed a moment to adjust to his size, since not only was he bigger than I was used to, but it had been more than a year since I’d been with anyone. “Move. Please.” I punctuated my words by digging my heels into his ass. “I need you.”
His hips pulled back and slammed deep, hard and intense as I clung to his shoulders. “Fuck Sierra, you’re so damn tight.”
He pounded deliciously hard into me, setting off sparks of all my nerve endings with every stroke and I clung to him, head tossed back while he licked and bit the length of my neck. “It’s been awhile,” I grunted. “More.”
“Sierra,” he warned but I didn’t want to hear it.
“More, Jack. Harder!” I wanted everything he had to offer and I knew he was holding back. He hadn’t quite let go of his control and if I was being honest with myself, I wanted to see this big strong man lose it all.
He let out a masculine growl and grabbed my ankles, pulling them together and holding them above us, changing the depth and the angle which triggered my orgasm. “Fuck, Sierra,” he grunted and pounded into me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
I clenched and pulsed around him, the moisture of my orgasm making his strokes smoother and more tantalizing. In my sensitized state, every pull sparked against my walls, prolonging my pleasure. “Jack, oh god Jack! Yes! Yes!” And then I felt it, the flood of moisture between us that left me mortified but too sated to give a damn. “Jack,” I sighed breathlessly.
His strokes increased in speed and intensity, pushing deeper thanks to my slick channel. Those final strokes came hard and fast, triggering another orgasm I didn’t even know I could have as his barreled out of him. “Oh fuck, Sierra!” And then he collapsed onto me, shivering as my fingers traveled in lazy circles over his back.
Even on my own I couldn’t achieve as many orgasms as Jack had just given me, and the strangest part of all was that I still wanted more. So much more, but considering what had just happened between us I didn’t know what to do.
“Oh god,” I covered my eyes.
Jack lifted up on his elbows, but our bodies were still connected. “A little soon for morning after regrets, isn’t it?”
I uncovered one eye and opened it. “Regret? That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had, hell no I don’t regret it. But this,” I motioned between us, “is kind of embarrassing.”
He laughed and I smacked his shoulder. “Sierra, making you come so hard you ejaculated was so fucking hot you have no idea. Don’t be embarrassed on my account. In fact, I’m going to make you do it again.”
“You are?” I couldn’t believe my ears. He not only liked it but wanted to see it again? “I, um, I’m probably done for the night. I don’t usually come so much.”
He laughed again, the action causing him to slip from my body. “Now that we’ve gotten hard and fast out of the way, let’s go upstairs and start on the long and slow.”
I grinned and hooked my ankles together behind his back as he stood up. “Your bed or mine?”
We made it to the shower first, a new experience for me, and I dropped down to my knees and took Jack in my mouth, loving the feel of his long thick cock inside of me again. He was bigger than I was used to, long and thick and he tasted like man and Jack, with a hint of green apple body wash.
“Sierra,” he bit out in a warning tone but I didn’t listen to him, his cock had hardened in my mouth and his hips moved in steady strokes telling me he was close. I mumbled around him, a low gravelly moan coming out as he grabbed my hair to hold me still while his hips pumped slow and deep, hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. I relaxed my throat so I could take him deeper, nearly choking on his length and triggering another orgasm for him. Hot spurts of liquid slid down my throat and I lapped it up, savoring the taste of Jack in this way. “Fuck, Sierra. Fuck!” His legs shook and his whole body shivered, sending him deeper down my throat and forcing me to swallow around him as I kept up a long slow glide up and down his length. “You’re trying to kill me,” he said, pulling out of my mouth and lifting me up.
“Not a bad way to go, right?”
“Right,” he said and stepped from the shower, reaching for a towel and wrapped it around me before he lifted me out of the shower and quickly dried me off. “But not yet. Right now, I need to fuck you, long and slow.”
“And hard,” I added, licking my lips.
“And hard,” he agreed with a wry grin.
***
“I can say that is the first time I’ve ever been woken up like this.” My words came out like a satisfied purr, because that’s exactly what it was. I had woken up with Jack’s big shoulders between my legs and his warm mouth lapping at me until I couldn’t take it and begged him to slide deep and give me what we both wanted.
Jack’s deep laugh echoed against the walls of his bedroom and settled deep into my soul as he looked up at me from this intimate position. “I figured this was a suitable alternative to your alarm clock.”
He was more than right. “I might need to wake up like this until I’m dead.” A breathy laugh escaped as his hands held my thighs down, wide and exposed. His intense gaze on my most private parts made my pussy clench and leak with desire. His tongue snuck out to lick his lips before he flattened it and licked me from the bottom of my opening all the way up until his mouth closed over my clit.
“You woke up so wet. So slick and hot.”
“That’s what happens when a gorgeous man spends the night making my body shake in ecstasy.”
“Gorgeous, huh?” He grinned and settled on his knees, dropping my legs over his shoulders so I was basically hanging in the air with nothing to grab on to other than a really great pair of hard, muscular thighs. “This is a pretty fucking gorgeous sight too,” he said and sank his tongue deep into my pussy, stabbing at my opening with his tongue as his fingers flicked my clit. He licked and sucked, eating my pussy like it was his last meal.
I felt like I was floating, unable to do anything but hang suspended from his shoulders while he drove my body crazy. I felt his lips wrap around my clit, his stubble scraping against my most sensitive parts as a powerful orgasm tore out of me, left me shaking violently while he continued to lick and suck, though slower now to keep me on the edge of heaven.
Jack gave me one final lick as he lowered me to the bed and switched our positions so I sat astride him. “You looked so sexy, naked and asleep, I just couldn’t help myself.”
Damn why did that sound so good to hear? Jack couldn’t help himself when it came to me? My inner teenage girl wanted to squeal with delight, but the woman on the surface was cautious and turned on.
“I’m glad,” I told him and rolled my hips. “That’s definitely one for the fantasy file.”
“Fantasy file?”
I nodded. “Yeah you know when you’re by yourself and in need of some lovin’ you open up the fantasy file for a little assistance.”
“That shower blow job is definitely going into my fantasy file.” His stomach growled and mine followed seconds later, putting a hold on our morning plans.
After a quick breakfast and another round on the couch, we fell asleep with our limbs tangled in his bed. I woke up first, listening to the quiet still air as my thoughts swirled. Sleeping with Jack had been even more thrilling than I imagined, hell my imagination wasn’t capable of imagining all the things we’d done last night. This morning. But I knew this was just as I told him earlier, a fantasy. But now that I knew how good it could be, my heart beat wildly at the thought this could be more.
Soft, warm lips pressed against my shoulder, then my neck and behind my ear. Ja
ck groaned. “You feel so good like this.”
I couldn’t agree more, and with a smile I turned so we were face to face and I froze. He looked hesitant and worried. “What? Just say it, Jack,” I urged him as I slid to the edge of the bed and stood in anticipation of his rejection.
“It’s not what you’re thinking Sierra.” His tone sounded annoyed, like he had any right to be annoyed. “Last night was amazing. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever had such great sex before.” He flashed a grin that I knew made women forget their minds, because I almost let it happen to me.
“But, it’s not me it’s you, right?”
He nodded. “Kind of, yeah. It’s just, I don’t have any more than this to offer you, or anyone, right now. I understand if it’s not enough for you, but until I get this ranch going I can’t do more.”
My gaze narrowed at him. “I don’t remember asking you for more, Jack.” I turned on my heels and marched across the hall to my own bedroom. I didn’t slam the door, because I didn’t need to be all that dramatic, I knew this was coming. Jack wanted me, I could tell that much, but he still saw me as some immature kid, no matter what he said about commitment and focus.
I collapsed onto the bed, naked and still smelling of him. Of us and our sex, taunting me with something that would never happen again. It couldn’t really happen again, not if I valued my sanity. I drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams of me and Jack, sharing the ranch house and sharing a bed. Sharing our lives, laughing and smiling. And making love. But the dreams faded as reality took hold and pulled me awake.
Jack didn’t want a relationship with me, but he was open to sex. Fun, no strings, in house sex. Could I do that? I knew I could make love with Jack again and again, the man had proven to me that not only could I have as many orgasms as he could give me, but could I do that without my feelings getting tangled up?
With any other man the answer would be an easy yes. But the problem with Jack was that there were already feelings there. Had been since before I hit puberty and—damn them—had persisted into adulthood. Those feelings had been easy enough to ignore when he was off with the Rangers, but with him back in Lucky Flats I couldn’t lie to myself any longer.
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