His eyes had rounded when she’d drawn close enough for him to see her taut nipples pushing against the fabric holding them in. His fingers tracing the line of her jeans across the small of her exposed back had sent chills everywhere.
He liked her in yellow. Wasn’t he lucky she’d chosen that particular top for the day? She hid her grin under her program. Maybe she was the lucky one.
He’d surprised her, too. The last time she’d seen him, he’d filled out a tux as well as any man she’d seen. He’d appeared suave, sophisticated, the master of his own destiny. This Jared was quite the contrast. From his western boots, to his form-fitting jeans, to his white shirt, to his corduroy sport coat, to his bolo tie, to his dark brown western hat, he exuded a breathtaking masculinity. She’d creamed almost as soon as she’d recognized him waving at her.
She inhaled deeply, catching a whiff of his cologne. That was the same, and so was his mustache. Again, she couldn’t help but wonder if he took as much care with his women as he did with that mustache.
She was determined to find out. Soon. She glanced down the track to see the first horse entered in race seven make its way onto the track for the post parade. At least she’d made it in time for the big race. He hadn’t complained about having to wait for her. She’d tried to get there as quickly as she could, but the traffic was atrocious.
“Is it number three I’m supposed to bring luck to?” She placed a hand on the inside of Jared’s thigh half way between his knee and his crotch. She knew it was—Jared’s name appeared in the program as owner of the number three horse.
He turned his head and gave her a devilish smile. “That, and number one,” he said, reaching under his newspaper to slide her hand up to rest against his crotch.
Kitty wet her lips and held his gaze. He was definitely a right cock man. His rapidly growing bulge lay against her fingers. She wasn’t about to back down from his daring. No one sat near their box—crowds were seldom huge on weekdays—and his paper screened his crotch from any prying eyes. She poked the tip of her tongue between her lips and curled her fingers around his now very alert penis. Her eyes must’ve given away her surprise at his size because Jared chuckled.
“You two weren’t properly introduced the last time.” He covered her hand, pinning it to his cock. “I hope you stick around for introductions this time.”
Kitty didn’t hesitate. She leaned over, brought her lips to his ear, and whispered, “I thought you only wanted me to come out here to bring your horse some luck.” She dipped her tongue in his ear before settling back in her seat. Neither one of them did a thing to move her hand.
He raked his gaze slowly over her body, inhaled and shook his head. “Better keep your tongue to yourself, woman, or I’ll drag you down to shedrow, find an empty horse stall and fuck you senseless.”
Trying to ignore the burning sensations in her own body, Kitty smirked. “That’s not exactly the ambiance I had in mind for our first time.”
He opened his mouth as if to speak. They were both startled by the ringing of the starting gate and the call of the track announcer, “They’re off.”
Kitty jumped to her feet to stand alongside Jared. He wrapped an arm around her and held her tight. Was he afraid she was going to escape during the race? Not likely.
She laughed as Jared’s horse moved to the front. She crossed her fingers, willing it not to look back. To her surprise, number three continued increasing her lead over the pack. By the time they reached the eight-pole, there was no doubt about the outcome. Number three won by seven lengths.
“Hot damn,” Jared said, smiling broadly and taking her in his arms. “You are a lucky charm. She’s good, but I’ve never seen her that good.”
Kitty kept her eyes open as his mouth settled over hers. His were watching her with renewed intensity. She parted her lips and drew his tongue into her mouth. His hands cupped her jean-clad butt. This was intoxicating. She broke away, noting his surprise as well as her own. Their first kiss—what had she expected, something dull? The earth might not have been thrown off its axis, but to look at Jared, he might’ve been, and she wasn’t at all certain about herself. She almost suggested they go find that horse stall.
“Do you want to see any more races?” she asked, squeezing his fingers.
He shook his head. His eyes twinkled. “What did you have in mind?”
“Do you have a car?”
“No, I came by limo.”
“I’ll drive.”
“I’m staying at the Drake.”
“We’re not going there.” She rose on her toes and kissed his chin. “It’s time for me to collect my reward.”
“Reward?”
“You didn’t think good luck charms came without a price?”
He tipped back his head and chortled. “And you’re going to exact payment, whether I’m willing or not.”
She shook her head. “Oh,” she said, looking as innocent as she could, “I do plan on being fair about this. I expect you won’t be disappointed with your just desserts.”
“Jesus,” Jared growled, breaking their bantering spell. “Let’s get the hell out of here. How long will it take to get to your place?”
“And I thought you were a patient man. My house is only about twenty minutes from here.” She eyed his bulging jeans. “Thank goodness my car has bucket seats. Can’t have you pawing me while I’m driving. Besides, you can keep your eyes peeled for cops.”
“One eye,” he corrected her. “The other is going to watch carefully to see if your nipples can grow any larger.”
Fifteen minutes from the time they got into her Mercedes, they were clambering out of the car. Kitty fumbled with her keys but finally succeeded unlocking the front door. She led Jared into her grand entryway and closed the door on the outside world.
“Welcome to my house,” she said, leaning against the door. She reached out and traced the length of his mustache. “Would you like a tour?”
He shook his head. His eyes darkened. “Not of the house. Later.”
She undid the top button of his shirt. “Would you like a drink?”
Again he shook his head and kept his gaze on her fingers as they moved to the next button. She watched him and undid one more button before lowering her head to nibble on his chest hairs.
“Damn,” he muttered into her hair, “this is as good a spot as any.”
She chuckled against his chest as he tried with little success to slip his fingers inside the back of her jeans. She reached between them to undo the snap. His hands immediately seized the advantage, sliding under her panties to cradle her rear. His fingers kneaded her butt cheeks and she purred against his pecs.
She used both hands to work on his buckle. This was proving to be a damn good spot. He might as well learn right away she didn’t require lace and frills, not that she didn’t enjoy them from time to time. She’d introduce him to her bedroom later. Right now there was a more important introduction she wanted to make.
With his buckle free, she fumbled with his zipper until she’d worked it down as far as it would go. She rested the top of her head against his chest and watched her hands slide out her reward. As expected, his cock was hard and thick. Her eyes rounded with pleasure when she unfurled its length. “Oh my,” she moaned. “We are going to enjoy getting to know each other better.”
She didn’t bother with any more shirt buttons but slid his jeans down over his butt, giving herself an even better view. She encircled his cock with both hands and slid them slowly up its length, enjoying its feel and his gulping for air. Was a man ever more defenseless than when a woman had both hands around his cock?
She slid down his chest until she was eye level with his penis. His hands eased up her back, caressing her shoulders and neck. She rubbed a thumb over his cock’s velvet head and smiled at the slight pressure Jared’s fingers applied to her shoulders. He wasn’t asking her for something she wasn’t willing to give.
She flicked out her tongue, tapping the soft crown
. Jared rose on his toes and settled back. She cradled his balls and ran her tongue the entire length of his shaft.
“Christ, woman!”
She giggled and drew the tip of his penis into her mouth. Jared’s legs stiffened. She took more of him in and his fingers twined in her hair. She tried with little luck to relax her throat muscles. Another time, she’d see if she could take all of him. This time, she didn’t think either of them wanted him to finish in her mouth. She moved up and down his shaft, wetting him thoroughly. She didn’t have to worry about herself—she’d been creaming since they entered the house.
She quickened her pace until he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up to face him. His cheeks had turned ruddy. Maybe he’d been closer than she’d thought. Or maybe he was simply running out of patience.
“Can you get rid of those jeans?” he asked gruffly. “I’ll take care of my boots.”
He never took his gaze off her as he stood on one leg to dispose of one boot and then the other.
She, in turn, waggled her butt and pushed the offending jeans down over her thighs and legs. She kicked the jeans aside and slipped her feet back in her high heels. She saw his eyes round. She expected the extra elevation might be helpful.
He kicked off his jeans and stood before her in all his glory. She reached out to steady his cock, but he shook his head. “What about those panties?”
“These little things?” she teased. She wiggled out of them, tossed them aside and stood in front of him, widening her stance to give him the best view possible. She watched him swallow hard.
“Jesus,” he gasped. “Shaved bare.”
“You must have twenty-twenty vision,” she quipped. “She’s ready and eager to meet you. She’s been creaming much of the afternoon.”
“Good,” Jared said, dropping to he knees. “Let me introduce myself to the lady properly.”
Kitty wasn’t surprised when she felt his tongue gliding up and down the crease between her pussy lips. She groaned when the hand cupping her ass drew them tighter and his tongue explored the entry.
He hoisted her left leg over his shoulder and steadied her butt in his strong hands.
She sighed, pleased she’d put those shoes back on. She cooed nonsense when he withdrew his tongue and rubbed his nose up and down her slit. His nose grazed her clit, threatening her sanity.
He chuckled.
Then she felt the hairs of his mustache skimming her clit. “Son of a bitch,” she squealed, bearing down against his nose, his mustache, his chin—anything she could find.
His chuckles reached her ears before she felt his tongue probing her channel as deep as it could go. She flexed against it, and his fingers kneading her ass encouraged her. She humped his tongue madly, as if she’d never been tongue fucked before. He pawed her ass. A finger tapped on her anus and she flailed in his arms, losing track of everything but her shattering. She shuddered and gulped for air.
Jared slid off her pussy and brought her foot back to the floor. He stood and pressed his wet lips against her mouth.
Kitty tasted herself. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she broke away from the kiss and whispered, “That answers that question.”
“What question is that?” he muttered against her cheek.
She curled her fingers around his erection and rubbed its head along the crease his tongue had so recently visited. “Uhm. I’d worried that a man who obviously spends so much time grooming his mustache might not want to get it wet with a woman’s juices.”
His laugh came immediately and deep. “I’m pleased we were able to dispel that worry.” He lifted her chin. “But I’m afraid I’m completely out of patience. Kitty, I need to be in you.” He reached in his pocket for a condom.
“I hoped that might be the case.” She turned away from him to face the entryway door, leaned over, and braced her palms against the door. Looking over her shoulder and wiggling her butt, she asked, “See anything that might work for you?”
“Christ, you have a luscious ass,” Jared said, coming up behind her.
She felt his cock tap against her butt. His hands parted her buttocks wide and his shaft slid down her crease. When it paused briefly near her anus, Jared leaned over and whispered, “Another time.”
She tossed her head back. “I hope you’re a man who keeps his promises.”
“Oh, I do that,” he murmured, parting her lips with one hand and guiding his cock head to her slit.
She gasped as it sought entry. He reached around to massage her labia, helping her widen to take him in. She struggled for enough air. She felt him sliding in, inching his way along her tight sleeve.
She chewed on her lower lip until at last his hips nestled against her ass. He was in. She had all of him.
“Damn, you are so hot and tight.”
She propped herself up on one hand and reached underneath to cup his balls with the other. “I’ll bet these guys are still holding onto my reward.”
She quickly braced herself against the door with both hands. “What are you waiting for?”
“Not a damn thing,” he growled, sliding his hands up under the yellow top she still wore until each hand cupped a breast.
She let out a small gasp. Like her, he still wore his shirt. She had started on it, but had never gotten it off him. There hadn’t been time. He pulled almost all the way out of her. She gulped. There wasn’t time for much at the moment but accepting his cock and what it had to offer.
He plunged back into her. Finesse, if it had ever crossed his mind or hers since they’d entered the house, was definitely gone. This was now a race to the finish.
Silently, he drove in and out of her. His tempo quickened.
Her thighs burned with anticipation. She felt him expand inside of her.
“Damn,” he groaned.
“Go for it. Fill me.”
He pinched her nipples. “Come with me,” he demanded.
He might as well have had a direct track to her climax. She closed her eyes and opened them quickly. It was rising from her toes. She pounded the door with a fist when it reached the back of her knees. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, keeping time with his thrusts and her fist on the door.
She felt him jerking deep inside before he howled. He dropped his hands from her breasts and steadied himself on her hips but didn’t stop pummeling her.
She never knew when he stopped. She’d lost track of him as her own internal explosion threatened to dismantle her cell by cell. She struggled for breath.
At some point Kitty became dimly aware Jared was no longer buried in her, but was gingerly helping her to the floor. For long moments they lay side by side on the carpeted entry way gasping for breath. Her eyes fluttered open and closed.
She smiled as he lightly kissed her eyelids. She caressed his mustache, still wet from her pleasure.
He nibbled on her ear. At last she opened her eyes. His look of satisfaction warmed her. “Welcome to my place,” she whispered.
His smile was brilliant. “I should be ready for that house tour in about an hour or so.”
She chuckled and cradled his head to her still-clad breasts.
“Next time, I’m going to want to see these. You have very responsive nipples.”
“I’m sure they’ll be happy to meet you up close and personal.”
- o -
Two hours later, Jared watched Kitty bounce up and down on her bed, taking his cock deeper into her tight pussy with each thrust. He grabbed her nipples and pulled on them.
She ran her tongue across her upper lip. “You do seem to enjoy my tits,” she said, smiling deliciously. She slowed her pace.
He leaned back to watch her breasts bounce up and down and from side to side. “They are as stunning as the rest of you.”
“And you like my belly ring,” she said, running a finger over the turquoise figure in her navel.
He nodded and tucked his hands behind his head. “I said I did.” He grinned when she gave him a puzzled look. “He’s all y
ours, lady. Do whatever you will with him. I’m sure you will anyway.”
“Is that a complaint?” She came to a halt and squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft.
“Not hardly,” he said, trying not to moan. He wanted her to know this was her show. They’d worked in concert in the entryway, then he’d been so bothered by her ass leading him up the sweeping stairway to the second floor he’d had to taste her again. If the stairs were uncomfortable for her, she hadn’t complained. He’d slid up her body once he had his fill, and she’d licked her juices, still dribbling from his chin. And then she’d pushed him off her and continued conducting the house tour.
They hadn’t gotten any farther than her bedroom, where she’d finished undressing him and he finally met her scrumptious breasts. So this was definitely her call.
“Am I wearing you out, old man?”
He gave her a crooked smile. “Doubt you could. Figured this was your turn. We might, though, kill each other off before either one of us cries uncle.”
She beamed a broad smile at him. “You might be right about that.”
He scowled when she rose above him and his cock fell from her warm sanctuary. “What the…”
She smirked but remained kneeling between his thighs. He watched her dip down to kiss the tip of his cock. He could handle that.
She straightened and sat back on her heels. She gave him a triumphant look. She had his full attention.
Then she encircled his cock with both hands and began to pump him slowly.
He swallowed. What the hell?
“I like to watch a guy spurt,” she said by way of explanation. “With him watching. With him doing nothing but watching,” she added, pushing an elbow against his thigh, which had begun to thrust with her.
“You love power, don’t you,” he grunted through clenched teeth as she continued slowly bringing him to the edge.
“Don’t you?” She pouted. “Watching a man ejaculate is very powerful, I believe, for both partners. I won’t get as much as you gave me downstairs—that would’ve been something to watch.” She stuck her tongue out. “I really did enjoy that.”
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