Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Taylor Berke

  “Are you okay, baby?” Jackson softly inquired, letting his lips rub on the outer shell of her ear. Streaks of hot electricity ran down to her core as she caught her breath. “You are safe. I saw what happened and took care of it. He left for the evening and won’t be back tonight. My family and I will never let anything happen to you.”

  Billie just gazed up into Jackson’s gorgeous green eyes that seemed to be getting darker as the moments passed. With his body erotically rubbing up against hers under the guise of the sway of the dance, both Jackson and Billie could hear and feel the increased sounds of breathing from each other. His rock-hard erection was molding into her stomach. She shifted her body over the thick, hard ridge once, then twice with a light twist of her hips. She heard his deep groan. He pulled her tighter, his hands kneaded into the top of her buttocks with his index finger running the crack between them. Billie moaned into his chest at the sensual caress. She would be lying if she didn’t admit to herself that Jackson’s handling of Len and possessive hold didn’t fire her blood to even higher levels of arousal.

  “Jackson, what are you doing to me?” Billie moaned breathlessly. “I thought you cared about me. I thought you were my friend. You are killing me.” She knew she must look as desperate as she felt. She felt like she couldn’t take another round of feverish kissing and then…nothing. Her arousal had her rubbing her thighs at feeling her juices running out of her swollen, drenched pussy.

  Jackson gave her a scorching look that was determined to win its prize. “Baby, I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. I am going to make love to you. Tonight. Now. If you have any reservations, now would be the time to tell me, where I have the pressure of an audience to stop myself. If not, then we are going to wave our good-byes and leave. They are all waiting for it anyway,” he said with a laugh that almost hurt from the steel in his painfully thick erection. “Say yes, Billie, and we can go.” She was his and he damn well was tired of fighting himself and his past.

  Billie never even had a moment’s hesitation. She was lost to her desire for the man who held her so possessively in his arms. She felt his fingers sliding lightly now over the softness of the material of her shirt, tracing the line of her bra in the back. Every few seconds, she felt his fingertips slide to her sides, secretly caressing the sides of her breasts through the satin of her bra while forcing her breasts harder into his chest. Her breathing was starting to now become erratic as he inserted his thigh slightly between her legs. The motion forced one of her thighs into view from the slit as it was being shifted open.

  Jackson leaned further down to admire the view and murmur into her ear.

  “I bet if I slide my hand under your thigh and lift it to wrap around my waist, my fingers would find you very, very wet, baby, no? What happens when I do this?” With that, he let his lips slide over to the pulse point behind her ear while using one hand to roughly grasp and squeeze her ass cheek. He expertly rolled his hips to push his hard cock into her as he applied counterpressure from his hold on her ass.

  She moaned in pleasure, trying to move her hands from his neck to touch him, anywhere, but his steely strength and height prevented her movement. She was captive while being pinned against his body and his erection, both of which were waiting for her answer. She shivered at his control in this position.

  “Please, Jackson, take me. I cannot bear it anymore. I want you to take me, please. I beg you,” Billie almost cried out.

  Jackson gentled his touch to a loving stroke along her upper back and turned with her in his arms. “Do not beg, my love, I will take you. Now. We are going. Do not stop or talk unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. Anything, Jackson, but please hurry,” she said desperately.

  Jackson used his huge body to make a path through the enormous crowd on the floor as well by the bar. Many people called out to them as he gently eased them through the sea of people. Billie turned in Jackson’s arms as she felt another woman’s soft hand placing her purse into her hands as they made their way. She saw it was Lillian Powell with arms linked with Florence. They both had soft, approving smiles on their faces. Billie tried to smile back but was distracted by her pussy clenching in anticipation as Jackson ground his erection against her backside where it was hidden by the crowd. He stopped momentarily to listen as his father said something to him. She heard some clapping and bursts of laughter as he pulled them away from the crowd. Jackson then began maneuvering them toward the door and out into the cool night.

  She turned to him once outside but he took her hand and set a brisk pace to his giant dually. She moved toward the passenger side to suddenly feel him gently push her up against the door with his body. He lifted her skirt slightly and ran his fingers up the backs of her knees encased in her silken stockings. Hot lips traveled down from the back of her neck with soft nips to the side. His strong hands were now free to wander in the shadows by his truck. She felt them run from her waist up to the sides of her breasts. He paused for a moment, as he took a deep breath, as though inhaling her scent, and ran his hands determinedly around to knead both breasts at the same time.

  “Oh god, you feel fucking amazing, baby. I want you so badly I feel like I could come right here by grinding my cock into your ass. Give me your lips, darlin’. I cannot wait another second or I will rip this scrap of silk off you to get at these breasts,” Jackson said, panting like he was on the verge of losing control. Billie felt herself tremble slightly at his words. Her nipples were so erect against the overwhelming pleasure she felt on having his hands cupping and massaging her breasts one at a time, then together pushed up to her neckline. It was ecstasy. She half turned, while still pressing backward and grinding her ass back into his groin, reveling in the feel of his cock pulsing against her.

  He took possession of her mouth in that moment. Hot lips met hers, strong and masculine in texture. He ran his tongue lightly over each lip, almost in reverence. The second he heard her sigh in pleasure, he deepened the kiss almost savagely, thrusting his tongue into the caverns of her mouth.

  She cried out in the unbelievable passion that ripped through her as she tangled her tongue with his. His mouth slashed over and over hers as though trying to consume her in a way completely different from any kiss he had given her yet. She could feel his possessive need rolling off of him and she liked it. Billie felt her knees buckle as she sagged backward against him.

  With seemingly no effort, he ripped open her shirt in search of his prize. The top button flew off as she felt him slide his callused right hand onto her left breast. It was as though he was desperate to touch her silken skin, by the way she felt him thrust his fingers along the edge of the satin cup.

  Gushes of moisture ran from her as she felt his fingertips erotically running back and forth across her sensitive upper swell. She shivered in his embrace as he found her erect nipple and stroked over it with reverence.

  Jackson could no longer control himself as he started to grind harder into her ass as he ran his other hand over her partially exposed thigh, lightly squeezing. He shuddered with the sensual feel of her firm, muscled leg and nipple within his hands finally. She was his and he was never going to let her go. Jackson’s head swam as his lips returned to tasting the sweat on the side of her neck, alternating between sucking and licking her as his own pleasure soared. His cock wept pre-cum as he practically cried out in need to be inside of her. With a savage intent, he switched from stroking her nipple to finally enveloping the entire succulent globe into his hand. He growled in his pleasure, causing her to cry out.

  “Jackson,” she panted out, her breathing violently erratic against his chest. “Take me, take me here. I cannot stand it another second. Fuck me please, baby.”

  It was her words that sobered him for the split second he needed. He took a momentary stock of their surroundings and how chilly it was. Shit, he was so overwhelmed by his need for her that he didn’t even realize that she might be cold. He was going to fuck her and fuck her hard, but no
t out here with the potential for anyone to interrupt them. She was the town doctor and she was also his! No one was going see her like this. Jackson took several deep breaths as he smirked in anticipation of taking her in a more secluded environment as he picked her up and cradled her into his arms. Billie wore a bemused expression with her eyes glazed with her passion. Her lips were swollen and her hair was seductively mused around her face. He placed her gently on the seat and he buckled her in. Jackson, however, stopped to place his lips right over where her skirt covered her mound. He fastened his wet, hot mouth directly over her hot, wet inferno. She cried out at the unexpected sensations that threatened to take her over. Instead of a quick kiss, he sucked and licked through the material hiding his desired target, thus further arousing her to a crazed state. He then stood, shut the door, and walked quickly to his side of the truck. Once in, he looked at her heatedly, passion making his features taut.

  “Remember, no talking until I give you permission.” His breathing was as labored as hers. It was comforting to know he was on the same precipice that she was.

  Jackson pulled out and sped toward her home. Needing to touch her, he reached out with his right hand and ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek.

  Billie’s anticipation made her unable to sit passively and turned her face to kiss his palm. Her tongue swirled into his palm and then unexpectedly sucked one of his fingers into her wet mouth. She heard as Jackson growled out either in pleasure or arousal, Billie knew not which it was, at the action.

  He pulled his hand away and ran it down her neck, to her shoulder, and finally onto her exposed breast. He never took his eyes from the road, but she knew he was on edge by his shallow, erratic breathing, which was now mimicking hers. He squeezed her breast determinedly.

  “Baby, if I knew that these were so going to feel so amazing, I would have started worshiping them from the first moment I caught you and never stopped,” Jackson ground out. He tried to focus on the road as his mouth watered at the thought of sucking her nipples until she screamed in pleasure. He shifted in pain as his cock strained against its restraints at the image.

  “You did touch me then. Don’t you remember? It was the most scary, embarrassing, and erotic moment I had had in my life up until then,” Billie softly reminded him.

  Jackson responded by using his thumb to rub deliciously over her pebbled nipple, causing her breath to hitch further. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan in pleasure. He had some mercy on her and slid his hand further down, while keeping the other hand on the wheel. It ran over her hip with the thumb on the outside and his fingers grazing over her mound again.

  Billie shuddered and knew she was dripping her arousal. Could he scent it in the confines of the cab? She was sure there would be a wet mark on his leather seat and didn’t care. It was her mark on her seat for her man. If he kept stroking, she was sure she would come right there. Just as the tingling started up her backside, he shifted his hand lower. She groaned out her frustration and almost pulled his hand back. Jackson turned slightly to admire her legs encased in her soft stockings.

  “Silk, baby?” he questioned, running his hands unwaveringly over thighs again and again.

  “Yes,” was all she said, as he had told her not to talk.

  Just then, the dually pulled onto the road leading to her home. If anything, he seemed to press the gas pedal even harder in his determination to get her there. As he pulled in front of her house, he shut off the truck and turned to her. He seemed to be trying to get his respirations under some sort of control.

  With a very serious, no-nonsense look, he gave her one last chance. “Darlin’, this is it. If you want me to stop here, I will. It won’t be easy, but I will. However, once you agree again, you are mine. Period. I intend to fuck you senseless and until we both cannot stand.”

  Billie looked at Jackson and couldn’t even speak anymore. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over to him on the seat. She mashed her body up against him and lifted her face. She met his heated gaze with her own and nodded firmly.

  Chapter Ten

  It was all Jackson needed. “Baby, I haven’t had sex in a while and was given the clean and clear by old Dr. Cranky. However, if you want me to use a condom, I will, darlin’.”

  “I am on the pill, Jackson. I want to feel you hot and raw. Please. I cannot wait anymore. Hurry up and please take me.”

  He opened his door and pulled her body with his out of the cab. He kicked the door shut with his foot as he again lifted her up into his arms. His mouth met hers in a carnal kiss that reignited the embers that were simmering in the truck. She wound her arms around his neck and opened herself to his scorching kiss. He shifted his position as he slanted his mouth over hers, trying to drown her under a wave of intense arousal so her pussy would feel like it was on fire to be filled by him. He used her key to open her door and place her down just inside. There was a soft, small light on in the foyer, giving it a cozy, romantic feel. Without hesitation, Jackson slammed the door shut and shoved her against it with his barely controlled passion. He thrust his chest and hips into hers, grinding desperately through their clothing. His hands ran down her legs to her thighs as he leaned over. One questing hand ran up the left thigh slit and stopped abruptly.

  “What the hell, baby?” Jackson questioned. He fell to his knees and shoved her skirt just up to her waist but still covering her. “Oh fucking hell, Billie. You are full of hot surprises, aren’t you?”

  He couldn’t stop staring at and touching the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings encasing her shapely legs. He leaned in, running his tongue over the edges from the outside to her inner sensitive skin. He heard her swift intake of breath as he lapped his tongue nearer to her molten core. He could taste her cream as her thighs were covered in it. He groaned in heavenly pleasure, thanking god for dropping this woman on him. He began to lick his way up toward her wet, clenching pussy as he kept her in place with his hands firmly clenching her ass cheeks. He kept taking deep breaths, unable to stop himself from drinking in the scent of her arousal. His woman’s arousal…for him.

  Again he stopped suddenly when he pushed her skirt up that last inch. She smiled down at him knowingly at what he had found this time. “Fucking hell, you are gonna kill me, woman. No panties either? Fuck,” he roughly ground out.

  Jackson’s pleasure burst into an unquenchable fire at his first sight of her bare mound. With a deft stroke he leaned in and ran his thick, hot tongue from her slit up to her clit, desperate to taste her.

  “You are the most fucking desirable thing I have ever seen. I am going to eat you raw later but I have to fuck you. Now!” He violently stood and again took possession of her mouth. He quickly lifted her one leg and then the other up and around his waist. Sounds of moans, feverish kisses, and wet sounds were all that could be heard as he ran his fingers through her cream over and over again.

  Billie felt her pussy clench as her body screamed its impatience, waiting to be filled by his cock. She could already feel the electric tingles from his hands running through her dripping lips.

  Jackson shifted his hand and managed to undo his belt and jeans. He shoved them with the top of his boxers off his huge pulsing erection, and he bumped her back into the door as he bent his knees slightly and positioned himself quickly.

  She thought he would pass out from pleasure as she felt the head of his cock slip against the scalding juices that were flooding her pussy and running down her thighs. She knew he could smell her arousal and she thought she was going to die if he didn’t get inside of her that second. “You are mine, baby. Mine. Understand that after this, I am never gonna let you go.” With no further comment he plunged into her silken heat roughly to fill her to the hilt in one hard thrust.

  Billie felt so full, so heavenly full, she thought she might faint. His thick cock filling her sent unbelievable waves of pleasure rolling through her. He was so long that he pressed against her womb while he impaled her on him. She clu
ng to his shoulders and silently begged him to thrust and fuck her.

  Suddenly, Jackson began thrusting up while clenching her ass tightly in his grip. He groaned his pleasure as he pumped his cock into her ferociously. Her cream was bathing him inside of her and he felt the erotic wetness on the cool air every time he pulled out to only leave his thick head just inside of her. He heard her feminine whimpers of pleasure mix sensually with his own masculine groans. They were banging against the door over and over in a violent ritual of erotic thrusting. He felt her start to clench tightly on his cock as she began to scream over and over again with what must be incredible bursts of orgasmic pleasure. Her head was thrown back and her nails were digging into his shoulders, trying to hold her purchase onto her lover.

  Jackson watched as Billie couldn’t breathe from such an incredible orgasm exploding violently from her.

  Jackson increased the aggression and pace of his thrusting while trying to protect her back from their animalistic movements. He was helpless as he felt the electrical pulses start and the drawing up of his sac. He drew his head back and released uncontrollably what seemed to be endless streams of hot cum inside of his woman. He roared his pleasure so loudly, it seemed like the house shook. When his cock finally stopped pulsing, he leaned his head against her shoulder as she limply clung to him. He sunk down onto his knees holding her to his body protectively. Their harsh, uneven breathing finally began to settle. His woman, finally. He felt momentarily disoriented from what had to be the best fuck of his life. He was able to refocus as he felt her hands lightly run over his shoulders and sensed her lips tasting the salty sweat on his neck with her soft kisses. Jackson leaned his head back to look into her eyes. He saw satiated warmth emanating from his woman. He leaned forward and softly kissed each eyelid, then her nose, and finally her lips. He couldn’t bear to separate from her yet, so, with his cock still hard inside of her, he rocked on his heels and forced himself back to standing while still holding her ass in both hands.