He nodded. “Are you going to do this all by yourself?”
She followed his gaze to his right wrist. She chuckled. “A little help might be in order.” Carefully, she leaned over and undid the band restraining his right wrist.
Immediately, Jared flexed his fingers. Then he wrapped them around his cock.
“Don’t get ahead of me,” she warned, “or I’ll have to tie you back up.”
“I’m getting used to waiting on you, woman. So are you going to fuck my ass, or what?”
Kitty laughed. She knelt back on her haunches so she could watch the false cock and Jared’s hand at the same time. She undid one more dress button, fully exposing her breasts. She pulled on her nipples and smiled broadly—that simple act gave her a head start on her orgasm. She tossed her head, waiting for her nipples to trigger responses that would soon overtake her.
And then she began to ride Jared’s ass. She chewed on her lower lip as she picked up speed.
“Good God,” Jared howled. “What’s happening?”
He bucked beneath her and stroked his cock. “Yes,” she said, “I’m riding your ass. Don’t wait for me.”
Every time she pushed into his butt, her clit hammered against the butt of the strap-on. She tugged on her tits and bounced in and out of his ass, driving both of them insane.
“Don’t stop,” he cried out, “I’m almost there.”
His hand had become a blur. Kitty struggled to keep her eyes open. And then she saw him erupt. Great spurts splattered his chest and hers. She thrust three more times, grinding her clit against the back of the dildo, and then she crashed.
As gently as she could, she withdrew the strap-on from Jared, unleashed its harness and tossed it aside. She felt disembodied in a rush to hold him and to be held.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Together, they drained it. She nudged his hand away so she could take him in her mouth. Her nostrils flared with his strong scent and she refused to be denied at least a taste of his saltiness. She wrapped an arm around his thigh and hugged him as tight as she could. His cock began to soften and retreat, but she still didn’t let go.
For his part, Jared repeatedly combed her hair with his sperm covered fingers.
Dropping him from her mouth, Kitty slid up to rest her cheek on his chest and gulped for air. She couldn’t recall how long she’d been holding her breath.
Her lungs filled and she breathed steadily, matching the rise and fall of his chest.
“Damn,” Jared groaned. “I’m getting your hair all sticky.”
She grabbed his hand. “Don’t stop. It’ll wash.”
“I’m going to stop enough to untie my other hand, if that’s okay with you.”
“Oh. I forgot. Please do.”
Jared gave a prolonged sigh once he was free and then he returned to combing her hair. “You have beautiful hair. So what about your dress—will it wash clean?”
She giggled against his pecs. “I doubt it. I’ll buy a new one.”
“Hell, if you promise to wear it while we make love—sorry, have sex—I’ll buy a closet full of yellow dresses.”
She chose to ignore his pointed slip of the tongue. “I could get talked into that. I am a girl who loves to shop. So did you enjoy that?” She didn’t look at him.
“I did,” he said after a moment. “And I also enjoyed how much you enjoyed it.” He paused and drew a finger along her cheek. “So maybe I ought to be naughty and nice more often.”
Completely exhausted, Kitty wasn’t about to parse words with him. Stretched out atop of him, appreciating his body warmth, she purred, “Maybe I’ll have to devise some additional ways to deal with a man who refuses to obey me.”
CHAPTER NINE
Standing nearly knee high in fresh straw, Jared shook each leaf of straw vigorously with the care he’d long known was important for maintaining dry bedding for horses. Ken Knowles, his friend and horse trainer, shook his head when he left Jared to muck stalls, complaining it wasn’t often he had owners want to help out, but it was worth watching Jacobs doing a serious piece of work.
Groaning, Jared wasn’t convinced this work was any more serious than his daily work, but he sure needed physical exercise—exercise that didn’t involve a woman. On one hand, it was amazing he could still move after she’d finished with him last night. Yet by the time the sun had come up he was bursting with emotionally charged energy.
He’d left her sleeping soundly. He poked the fork into another leaf of straw and began shaking it. They hadn’t talked much. He winced. They’d reeked of sex and had agreed to shower—separately. Kitty went first. She was asleep by the time he’d finished in the bathroom.
She could look so peaceful and non-threatening when sleeping. And she could be the most unpredictable woman he’d ever met when awake. Hot and cold. Mercurial. Every time he thought he was getting a fix on her, she’d duck to the left or the right.
She’d been so responsive in the rocker on the porch. If his knees had held out he’d still be eating her. He’d never seen her more relaxed and receptive.
And then all hell broke loose. She’d just about accused him of loving her too much. Out of breath, Jared leaned against the pitchfork and took a long deep lung-full of the heavy air scented with straw, manure and sweat.
She’d been methodical and persistent in reestablishing her control of their relationship. His buttocks clenched and he wet his dry lips. She’d been thorough, all right. Had she expected him to be repulsed? She’d certainly found that an acceptable risk.
He’d been with women who enjoyed dominating, but he’d never let one go as far as Kitty. Did she even consider the possibility that by upping the ante they’d only strengthened the bond between them? He’d chosen not to fight her and she’d chosen not to hurt him.
He wasn’t at all certain he could’ve freed his wrists without her assistance. And she’d wanted him on his back when she took his ass. She didn’t say it, but he knew she could have taken him easily when he was bound and kneeling in the chair.
But she’d wanted to see his reactions. If she hadn’t, he would not have seen so clearly the concern etched on her face as she pressed the false cock farther into his ass. Damn. Damn. She’d been so careful, and he loved her for that. And he’d been surprised by how much he enjoyed the entire experience.
If she expected her desires would get rid of him, she was quite wrong. He wouldn’t want another bout like that tonight. He grinned, looking out toward the alley way. Not tonight, but he definitely wanted a repeat performance.
Did she have any idea how she purred when she took his cock into her mouth and greedily cleaned him? An observer might be forgiven for mistaking her soft moans as sounds of love.
“You’re out here awfully early.”
Jared wiped straw dust from his lips and removed his leather gloves. He stepped out of the empty stall. “Morning, Lawrence. You’re out rather early yourself.” Jared shook the gray-haired man’s hand warmly. “What brings you out here?”
“Certainly not mucking stalls.”
Jared slapped his hat against his thigh and grinned at the pieces of straw flying around. “Sometimes hard work is the best medicine.”
Lawrence laughed with a twinkle in his eyes. “Sounds like Kitty is getting to you. I’ve got a horse working out in about ten minutes. Want to come watch her with me?”
“I always like to watch morning workouts.”
Jared inhaled the fresh air deeply, cleansing his nostrils and his lungs of dust. He liked the fact that Lawrence wasn’t into chatter. There wasn’t a better time to be at a track than early morning. The days started hectic with trainers, horses and grooms going every which way, but with a purpose. Each man and woman shared a love for the horses and many a love for the early morning sun, warming the day, providing at least a hint of hope.
Jared leaned up against the track rail as did Lawrence. He needed to get out to the track more often—especially early in the morning. He wondere
d what Kitty would make of the controlled chaos. He squinted at a horse and rider coming around the turn. Maybe this routine wasn’t all that different from hers. She seemed to thrive on chaos.
“Is your horse out here yet?”
“Yeah,” Lawrence said pointing, “she’s the chestnut filly over there with the rider wearing red pants.”
“Ah.” Jared shielded his eyes. “Nice looking.”
Lawrence chuckled. “The filly, or the rider?”
“I was speaking of the filly, but now that you mentioned it, the rider fills out those red pants quite nicely, too.”
“You are hooked if you didn’t notice that before I pointed her out.” Lawrence spat. “I’m probably two or three decades older than you, but I tell you a guy can’t get too old to notice a nice looking woman.”
Jared glanced at Lawrence, who shrugged one shoulder.
“And I’m a happily married guy.”
“That’s right,” Jared said, looking back at the horses working. “Kitty introduced you to Rebecca.”
Lawrence chuckled softly. He glanced at his stop watch and back at the track. “That’s right. They’d known each other for years. Rebecca and I are compatible. I’ll answer the question you want to ask, but won’t. I’ll always be grateful to Kitty for what she did for me.”
Jared caught the corner of the man’s mouth turning up in a smile.
“She showed me I still had a life left. She was too much for me to handle, but that was never the point. Rebecca and I will always hold Kitty dear in our hearts.” Lawrence peered though a small pair of binoculars. “Compatibility, though, that’s the key. Just like a jockey and a horse.”
“Not sure I’ve thought of it quite like that.”
“Maybe you should,” Lawrence grunted, not lowering the glasses. “The high strung ones require the most sensitive hands. Got to know when to be firm and when to be soft.”
Jared nodded, not quite certain whether the older man was still talking about horses or women or both.
“Well, that’s it,” Lawrence said, checking his watch. “Told Rebecca I wouldn’t be late for breakfast. See you around.”
Jared nodded and watched Lawrence Madison stroll toward the parking lot. Compatibility must be related to punctuality.
He glanced back at the track. He and Kitty hadn’t talked about breakfast. Often as not she’d catch hers on the run to an early meeting or stop for fast food fare on the way to the office.
Compatibility. Was she even looking for that? And would she know it if she found it?
He rested his hands and chin on the top rail of the fence. He inhaled through his nose. How many guys were interested in playing the kinds of games she wanted to play?
Jared grunted and straightened. So did that make them compatible? He smiled down at his hands. Could he read her well enough to know when she required soft or when she required firm?
“Why are you giving me that funny look?” Kitty had been searching through files in the file cabinet when she’d caught Maria eyeing her. The woman often acted as if she were clairvoyant, as if she knew a secret and wasn’t about to tell. Now what had piqued her interest? Kitty glanced quickly around the office. Had Jared sent her more flowers?
Maria shrugged with mirth. “It’s just you.”
“What to you mean by that remark?” Kitty crossed her arms under her breasts and glared.
“How long have I worked for you?” Maria looked at the ceiling as if she were counting the years.
“Too long,” Kitty groaned. “You’ve been with me for a dozen years and we both know it. Now what are you preening about?”
Maria laughed. “That’s a good one—me, preening. You’re the one who’s been prancing around these last several days preening with satisfaction.”
“I have not.”
“Oh yes, you have. I’ve never seen you glow like this in all the years I’ve worked with you. This lover must be special.”
Kitty remained silent. She wanted to point out that Maria worked for her, not with her, but she knew better than to taunt the woman. Her office depended on Maria’s organizational skills. They’d only had a couple flare ups over the years and neither had been fun.
“Well, I don’t hear you denying it.” Maria’s eyes twinkled and her mouth bowed in a broad smile. “I’m happy for you, Kitty. It’s about time you found someone special.”
“Special?” Kitty tried not to come unglued. “Special? I didn’t say Jared is special.”
“You don’t have to say it. Your body, your aura says it all.”
“Right.” Kitty shook her head. “There’s no use trying to argue with you when you think your extrasensory talents have kicked into gear. But I’m telling you, you’re wrong, and I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ll go over these files in my office.”
Maria’s giggles annoyed her as she walked into her office.
“You don’t fluster easy, Kitty. So why are you flustered now?”
Kitty slammed the office door and stalked to her desk. She should’ve fired her nosy secretary years ago.
She snapped a pencil in half. What the hell was she going to do with Jared?
Nearly a week had passed since she’d set him straight for trying to overwhelm her in the rocker with his gentleness. She couldn’t shake the feeling something fundamental had happened for both of them when she’d claimed his ass with her strap-on. They’d never talked about it, but something happened—something inexplicable, and she wasn’t convinced it was something entirely desirable. She hadn’t put on the strap-on again because she wasn’t sure she could trust her own emotions.
And now he’d be going back to San Diego in a couple days. Would she miss him? She was afraid she would. Would he miss her?
He’d made it clear she had an open invitation to visit him at his ranch. She’d been more than mildly curious about where he lived and how he lived, but she didn’t want to be too obvious.
Maybe she should visit her daughter and son-in-law in Seattle and then fly down to San Diego on the way back to Chicago. That would make it clear she hadn’t simply made a trip to see Jared. She’d be in the area and stop by.
She smiled. Probably Jared wouldn’t accept that explanation any more than Maria would, but neither would he likely challenge it.
Kitty watched Jared’s cock bulging as she gently encircled it with thumb and forefinger at the base of its mushroom crown. She lay atop his strong chest. While she admired Jared’s penis, his tongue and fingers toyed with her pussy without penetrating.
This was Jared’s last night in Chicago. Neither of them seemed in a hurry to end it. Kitty closed her eyes and inhaled his male scent. Would it be their last night together?
“Are you going to miss me?” Jared asked from behind her.
It pleased her he hadn’t asked that inevitable question when he could see her facial response. Had he done that on purpose? She flicked her tongue at the tip of his cock and it twitched back and forth. “I’ll miss this guy,” she said at last.
Jared’s palm stung her ass cheek. “Now who’s being naughty?”
“It’s the truth. I will miss him.” She planted a kiss on its tip. “And I may even miss his attachments a little.”
“Well, that’s something,” Jared grunted, spreading her butt cheeks and tickling the ridge between her pussy and anus with his tongue.
She quivered and clutched his cock firmly, unsure what he would do next. Jared was proving to be a very unpredictable lover, and she liked that a lot.
He ground the heel of one hand against her vulva while lightly fingering her clit. The other hand slid along her spine and his tongue pressed against her anus.
Kitty flexed back on her knees while at the same time taking his cock into her mouth. His chuckle was nearly smothered by her flesh. She waggled her butt, wanting more.
She gripped his cock at its base and bobbed up and down only to give up quickly as his tongue rimmed her anus and dove tentatively into her widening opening. She
was having difficulty multi-tasking.
His fingers strummed her throbbing clit and his tongue burrowed in and out of her ass. She shuddered, seeing first black and then red behind closed eyes. “Oh hell, tongue me,” she mewed. “My ass…I’m coming.” She propped herself up on both hand and widened as much as she could for him.
And then she shattered. She pulled away from his tongue and collapsed on his chest, trapping his hand between them. “No more. Please. I…you…later.”
Kitty searched for the pieces of herself as she quaked and shuddered. She tried to find her bearings. She rested a cheek on his thigh. Somehow he’d retrieved his trapped hand, because he clutched her buttocks with one hand and lightly massaged her lower back with the other.
When her breathing approached normal, she swung around to face her lover. He had that smug look on his face, as if he’d gotten away with something. Then she remembered his fingers softly etching circles on her back as she recovered from her orgasm.
She chose to ignore that. This was their last night, at least for a while. But neither did she want to discuss his possessive look.
Instead she knelt and reached for his cock. “I’m sorry. I left this guy out. Sometimes I have difficulty doing two things at once.”
“No problem,” Jared said, reaching down to help her guide his penis up and down her wet crevice. “He knew you wouldn’t forget him.”
“He won’t be easy to forget.” Kitty rose on her knees and fell back quickly, impaling him. She smiled when she saw his rounding eyes.
“He’s home now,” Jared said, thrusting his hips and seating himself even deeper.
She moved to glide up his cock, but his large hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. She tilted her head to the side. “What now?”
“Are we going to remain exclusive?”
“What?” She scowled and settled back, resting on his hips. “This is a hell of moment to bring that up, isn’t?”
He smiled devilishly and waggled his hips. She tried to ignore his cock. “Maybe, maybe not.” He wiggled again and she squirmed, not wanting him to see the effect he was having on her. “Well?”
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