Jessie shifted on the pew beside Mac, overly conscious of the drone of the Reverend’s voice, of the respectable members of the church listening to the sermon, but most of all she was conscious of the solid presence of the butt plug inside her ass. She wiggled back, trying to ease the pressure. The base tapped the pew through the thin material of her skirt. Even though she knew the sound wasn’t audible, she froze, heat climbing her cheeks. She cut a glare at Mac. Oh God, how had she let him talk her into this!
She knew how, and it hadn’t had anything to do with talking but had a lot to do with his waking her up with his big hands holding her thighs apart and his hot tongue leisurely lapping at her vagina. Nurturing the response he wanted, making his demands when she was on the verge of climaxing, holding off, not giving her what she needed until she succumbed to his dare. The pews creaked as everyone stood for the final prayer. Even though the dark floral skirt she had on was knee-length she felt exposed without underwear on.
And while she might not go to hell for showing up in church with her rear stuffed and her privates naked, she was sure to go straight to hell for liking it so much. And Mac was going right along with her if she had to arrange it herself—for standing there so cool and composed as if he didn’t know her pussy was so on fire and she thought she’d come the next time she sat down. And how she was going to avoid leaving a wet spot on her skirt and the pew she had no idea. She also had no idea where they were in the service. Her whole world consisted of arousal and her efforts to hide it, which, contrarily, aroused her more.
Mac’s hand on her shoulder dragged her attention away from her battle. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Time to leave.”
“Thank God!”
His laugh was low and seductive. Knowing. People started filing out of the pews, smiling indulgently at them, speculation in their gazes as they looked at the way Mac stood, his hand on her back, his body leaning over hers. She did her best to smile. It was hard knowing what she knew. What Mac knew. Oh damn! A small shiver snaked down her spine. She felt like a tart, and she just loved it.
They stood at the edge of the pew. Under the guise of moving with the line of parishioners leaving, Mac tucked himself against her back. The difference of their heights made it easy for him to press up with his leg. The pews hid his thigh’s slow slide up the inside of hers until the front of his thigh pressed up between her legs. Finding the base of the plug. Nudging it. Sensation shot outwards, wrenching the strength from her knees. His arm came around her waist as he caught her against him. She gasped. His smile slide across her hair as he asked, “Hungry, honey girl?”
“Starving.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Good.”
It was their turn to go. She smiled weakly at the elderly gentleman who motioned her ahead. She heard Mac call him by name, his hand on the small of her back urging her forward as the two exchanged pleasantries. The exchange passed over her head as so much background noise. She only had one focus. Getting to the pickup without embarrassing herself. To avoid waddling, she had to clench down on the plug which only invited more of that pinching pleasure that had her melting.
Across the way, she saw Zach heading toward them. “No chatting, Mac.”
He had the gall to sound shocked. “Jessie, you can’t just pray and run. There’s a whole social network to attend to.”
Zach was almost upon them, looking very Indian with the breeze from the open door blowing his black hair across his face. She just couldn’t picture the man as a small-town attorney. He radiated a primitive energy that said this was a big shark who should be swimming in a very big pond. As he got closer, his dark eyes flicked over her face. He frowned, looked at Mac, and then back to her. Two seconds later, a wholly masculine smile took his face from handsome to virile as he laughed. In her current state, it was impossible not to notice the breadth of his shoulders and the sheer sexuality he oozed as he winked. She jerked her gaze away.
“Today you need to attend to me,” she told Mac firmly under her breath. If he didn’t, she was apparently going to jump the nearest man and have her way with him.
She felt Mac’s gaze on her, but didn’t look up. The fingers in the small of her back stroked lightly. “You can count on that.”
He stepped to the side as Zach reached them, draping his arm across her shoulders. “Howdy, Zach.”
“Hey, Mac.” He nodded to Jessie. “Miss Sterns.”
Jessie could have shot Mac for remembering his manners. “Jessie this is my best friend, Zach Lone Tree.”
There was nothing to do but hold out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. And please call me Jessie.”
His big hand swallowed hers. His fingertips slid over the inside of her wrist before he let go. The smile in his eyes deepened, making her wonder if he felt her accelerated pulse as he drawled, “The pleasure is all mine.”
She blushed, though there was no way in hell he could know what Mac had gotten her into. Mac tucked her into his side, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “You met Zach’s brother the first few minutes after you hit town.”
“You’re Homer’s brother?” The shock in her tone probably wasn’t appropriate. Zach winced and shrugged resignedly.
“Yup. But I’m not exactly advertising it at the moment.”
Her “I hope he finds a job soon” was heartfelt.
Zach laughed, a rich, deep masculine sound that slid across her nerves like warm honey. “You and the rest of the family. I’m sorry to hear about your arm.”
“Thanks.”
Zach turned his attention back to Mac, “I’ve got to go meet Granny Ortiz, but I just want to check on what we talked about. Still a go?”
“Definitely.”
Zach nodded to Jessie. “It was nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” With a last nod of his head he was off. Jessie breathed a sigh of relief. Through the church door she could see the pickup across the huge, sprawling field that made up the front lawn of the church. Why in hell had she let Mac park so far away?
She tugged his arm. “Let’s go now.”
His smile was pure sin as he asked, “Are we in a hurry?”
“Yes!” She moved him three steps forward before the next person waylaid them. Grinding her teeth, she forced her hormones under wraps while another round of polite conversation took place. Just one more, she told herself only to realize there were a lot of one mores walking their way. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength, taking it as a good sign when a bolt of lightning didn’t strike her dead for the audacity.
* * * * *
She was in a frenzy by the time they got to the truck. Mac had stopped to chat with what seemed like every resident in the county. As a result, they were almost the last ones to leave. The only other car parked on their side of the field was another pickup truck, two car lengths down. Her pussy was gushing so much cream her thighs were soaked. Her ass was a raw ache of unfulfilled torment and she was close to tears. When Mac opened the passenger door to help her up, she almost sobbed out loud.
“Easy, Jess.” When she would have climbed into the cab, he stopped her.
“What?”
In answer, his big hands came around her shoulders and his fingers made short work of unbuttoning her loose shirt and unclipping her bra. With a brush of his fingers he slid the cups to the side. The sun was warm on her exposed breasts. It only added to the feeling of wicked decadence she’d been caught up in all morning.
“Mac?”
She looked over her shoulder. He motioned her forward. “Kneel up on the seat.”
“I don’t understand.” She just wanted to get home and get off.
His large hand on her butt gave her a boost. “Kneel on your hands and knees on the seat.”
She looked over her shoulder again. “Why?”
He lifted her up so that she had no choice, supporting her left side until she got her balance. “Because I want it. Be careful of your arm.”
Even thought they’d left the wi
ndows open the interior of the truck was hot. It smelled of leather and Mac. Earthy. Masculine. The sun-warmed upholstery was soothing against her palm and knees. She felt a warm breeze between her thighs and gasped. “What are you doing?”
Mac draped her skirt in the small of her back. “Seeing if you’ve been good.” He touched the slick interior of her thighs. “Oh, yeah. You’ve been very good.”
Yes, she had and she deserved a reward. She pushed back with her hips. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Reverend’s car pull away from the front of the church. That only left her and Mac, and whoever owned that black pickup.
Mac palmed her ass in one of his big hands, reclaiming her focus. She wiggled back against it. His fingers dipped to the crease, sliding down until they found the base of the plug. He tugged. Shivers of delight rippled down her legs and up her spine. Her head dropped between her shoulders. She struggled to breathe. To come. Her pussy clamped down on air. Oh, she wanted to come.
His finger slid into her hungry cunt. “Almost there, Jess?”
She nodded.
“Did it get you all excited sitting there in church with the plug I put in you filling your ass, and nothing between my hand and your flesh except that wispy skirt?”
She nodded.
His hand came down on her ass. She cried out in shock, his “I can’t hear you” almost drowned out by the thundering anticipation of her heart in her ears.
Surely he wasn’t going to spank her here, in public?
His palm came down on the other cheek. The sting ripped through her with the ferocity of a summer storm, rich with the promise of relief, but too fast-moving to actually deliver. She closed her eyes against the torment.
“Did you get all excited in church, Jessie?” he asked again, punctuating the questions with a harder slap.
“Yes!”
The next smack came swift and sharp, covering both cheeks and the base of the plug. Her head snapped up as the impact set off titillating vibrations deep inside her channel.
“Good girl.”
She thought he’d stop then, part of her relieved and part of her equally disappointed that her fantasy of a public spanking would come to a halt so soon.
She should have known better. He’d warned that he liked spanking her, and apparently he did, because he didn’t stop, just settled into a soft, relentless rhythm that had her breasts swinging and had her pushing back, begging for more, pleading for those smacks that caused the plug to work inside her. His blows picked up speed, heating her ass in time with her respirations, her spanking coming in short, rapid thrums of stinging delight that held her on the edge. She arched her back, offering more. He didn’t take it. Just laughed low and deep in his throat and kept to his rhythm. The muted thwack of his hand meeting her flesh filled the interior of the car, echoing in her ears, blending with her whimpers. Every sound, every delicious sensation amplified by the fact that she kept her eyes closed.
“Goddamn it, Mac,” she sobbed through her clenched teeth after a particularly tormenting flurry. “If you don’t let me come, I’m going to kill you.”
He laughed again. “Open your eyes, Jess.”
She did, ready to blast him, but froze in shock as she looked through the driver’s side window. Leaning against the side of the black pickup was Zach. His pants were unzipped, and in his hand was his very large, very engorged cock.
Oh God! How long has he been standing there?
“Give him a smile, honey girl,” Mac ordered.
She couldn’t. Even though this was one of her fantasies come to life, it was too shocking, too embarrassing to be caught like this.
Across the distance Zach smiled, his teeth very white in his dark face. His expression a strange mix of gentle understanding and rampant lust as he cupped his wide shaft in his palm, ran his thumb across the crown, and said, “I’m not seeing a smile, Mac.”
Mac’s hand connected harder with her ass. She cried out, and threw her head back, absorbing the shock through her system, letting it blend with her pleasure, driving her lust higher. Increasing her need.
“Oh, that felt good, didn’t it?” Zach asked, his voice pitched low and intimate. His hand on his cock, stroked firm and sure. “Let me hear that sweet little cry again.” He looked over her head at Mac. “Heat that ass nice and sweet. Let me see those pretty breasts swing. Make her burn for me.”
Mac did, taking him at his word, making her cry out repeatedly with the stinging pleasure.
And every time Mac’s hand came down on her cheeks, Zach’s hand pumped his cock. Every cry she made brought a shiny bead of come to the head. Bead after bead came to tempt her, to quiver on the tip before being swept away on another. She licked her lips.
“Oh yeah,” Zach moaned, throwing his hips into his hand, spearing that shaft through his fingers, toward her, letting her see how turned on he was. How close he was to coming. “Lick those lips. Thrust those hips back,” he groaned. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let me see how hot your ass is. How much you liked getting spanked.”
As if she had any choice with Mac directing her passion, and her fantasy coming true before her eyes. Jessie couldn’t take her gaze from Zach’s cock as it jerked and swelled in his dark hand, spilling pre-come over his fingers in a steady stream as Mac filled the air with the sounds of his slaps and her pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with a relentless demand. Her anus struggled to clench around the thick plug, milking the hard base as if she had some control of anything.
She dropped her head as Mac picked up the pace to an almost blinding speed. She could no longer take a breath between the spanks. Her breasts shook and swung back and forth with her body. The line between pain and pleasure blurred until there was nothing left but an empty clawing hunger for more. More spanks. More words. More pleasure. Just…more.
“Look at Zach, honey girl,” Mac ordered, his voice tight and harsh. “Look what you’re doing to him.”
She looked. Zach’s hand pumped his cock as fast as Mac spanked her ass, his mouth set in a tight line as he braced himself against the cab, his expression hard, intent. Brutally masculine. His eyes trained on her. Her breasts. Her mouth. Her fingers digging into the seat.
“He’s almost ready to come,” Mac grunted behind her as he ran a series of slaps down her thighs. “Don’t you want to see him come?”
She whimpered, “Oh yes.”
“Then you’ve got to come.”
“What?”
“He won’t come until you do.”
Panic stole some of her rush, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. “But I can’t without you. You know—”
“Hurry it up Mac,” Zach called roughly, his head tipping back so he was looking down the length of his aquiline nose at her.
“Trust me, honey girl, you will,” Mac said, his eyes a deep blue, his expression as hard and tight as Zach’s.
“Spread your legs.” She did, trying to gauge where his blows were going to land as she did, giving up when she realized there was no order for her to follow.
“Watch Zach,” he ordered.
She did because she had no choice. It was either follow Mac’s orders or exist in this perpetual arousal forever. Her ass burned, and her pussy ached as she focused on his pleasure, trying to transfer it to her own.
She was totally unprepared for Mac’s next slap. It landed high on the inside of her thigh, snatching a shriek from her throat.
“Damn, she liked that,” Zach groaned through gritted teeth, his long black hair blowing across his face as his head dropped back.
And she had, the sharp sting shooting through her clit, making it throb in eager anticipation. Three more light, quick blows crept up toward her pussy. It shouldn’t have shocked when the fourth landed flat on the pad of her vulva—shouldn’t, but did—nothing being able to prepare her for the unique sensation. The impossible searing burn that jackknifed her body. Nor the next landing squarely on her clit, causing her back to arch and making her scream with the agony of delayed release.<
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“Son of a bitch!” Zach cursed, his eyes locked on her straining body.
Jessie stared at him, panting as she struggled to contain the confusing rush of demands being made on her body. As she watched, Zach’s cock jerked in his hands. His hips bucked and then a thick jet of creamy come erupted from the head of his impressive penis to spill onto the deep green grass.
She almost came then, her body jerking and bucking as Mac rained quick, precise slaps on her spasming flesh. She was close, so close…
“That’s it,” Mac crooned. “Come for me, honey girl. Take your pleasure. Watch what you do for him, and come for me.”
But she couldn’t.
Zach spurted again and again. Jessie was helpless to come, helpless to look away, helpless to stop sobbing as Mac massaged her tender clit, refusing to let her come down, keeping her on that razor-sharp edge of climax, trapped between heaven and hell. Finally, she had no choice—too much for too long making the decision for her. Her strength gave out. She collapsed onto the seat, dragging long, hard breaths into her starving lungs, uncaring of the steering wheel that bruised her shoulder.
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