Jackson 7
Damn it all to hell, if this woman didn’t smell like an ocean breeze on a hot day. All cool and fresh.
And damn it all to hell if I didn’t want to take her home with me.
But double damn it all to hell, if she didn’t take me home with her, instead.
“Damn it all to hell, woman, I don’t think we should be doin’ this. I mean you’re like my new boss, right?”
We stood toe-to-toe on the other side of her closed front door in one of Tammy’s cabins. She seemed like such a little thing now that we were so close. Maybe too little. Still, I wasn’t about to let her height and petite body scare me away. I could be just as gentle as the next guy if I had to be, and right now, I wanted to be… gentle.
She’d said she wanted to drive back to Cricket tonight, but then something happened… she turned real nice, and I couldn’t resist. I tried not to get involved, tried to ignore all those smiles she’d tossed my way, all those sweet looks that brought me to my knees, but in the end, she was impossible to resist. She kept telling me that I had to be all in for this to work, and well, I intended to do just that… all in… if she could handle it. I was hoping like hell that she could… handle me. God had given me more than my share when it came to that department, and I needed a woman who could tolerate that kind of weight. There were some who couldn’t. I was hoping she wasn’t in that camp but damn, she was tiny.
“Think of us as a lesser version of Tammy and Jimmy,” she teased, as she unbuttoned my shirt and tried her best to get the damn thing off me. I helped, and it went a lot faster.
“They’re married,” I told her, using my softer voice. Sex always caused my voice to drop into those low octaves I used on stage. Why I liked playing the bass guitar. It always felt sexy in my hands.
“Do you know that for sure?”
“I attended their wedding,” I told her in a raspy whisper.
Her shirt slipped to the floor. She wore a lacy black bra that sent a shot of heat right to my already chubby cock.
“Like I said, we’re just a lesser version… in that we’re not married.”
That still wasn’t cutting it with me, but as she wiggled out of her boots and jeans, I wasn’t about to argue. Still, we were into it now, and I didn’t want the dialogue to stop. It kinda added something to the striptease.
“Isn’t there a law about employer/employee relationships?”
We were down to our underwear now, and my cock was ready for action. I couldn’t get a good look at her body yet, but from what I felt, she was a true turn on.
“Not at Dirty Coyote,” she said, tossing her head back when I wrapped my hand around her tiny neck to pull her in for a kiss. “It’s encouraged. Look at CindyLou, Mickey, Scotty, and Colt. They’ve got one of those plural relationships going on.”
I pressed my lips on hers, and she instantly opened her mouth for me. She tasted sweet, like a wicked warm brandy, and when our tongues met, my knees went weak.
What the fuck?
“I think we’re headed in that direction,” I said when we pulled out of the kiss, and I pushed all her hair back from her face, then stared into her sweet eyes. I could always tell when a woman really wanted me from the look in their eyes. She had it bad, so I kissed her once more, harder this time, so she knew exactly what I wanted.
“Not yet,” she mumbled while I dragged my mouth over her neck.
“How do you figure?”
“You and I haven’t had sex yet.”
I pulled back and grinned at her, like she just said something ridiculous, which she had.
“But we’re about to,” I told her, retrieving a condom from the back pocket of my jeans. I believed in being prepared.
“Says who?”
“Says me.” I slid my hands under her round ass and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around my hips, opening her legs wide. I pulled her up so her sweet cunt was spread open against my naked stomach. Her warmth lit me up like a volcano getting ready to erupt. “Let’s get you to a bed.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, rubbing her body against mine.
I knew exactly where to go. The cabins were all the same. Bedrooms were in the back, down a short hallway, along with a bathroom the size of a shoebox.
She kept kissing me and rubbing my back and shoulders as we walked. “You’re a mountain of a man, Jackson. Should I be worried?”
“Never worry when you’re with me, sunshine. I’m as gentle as a kitten.”
“So far, you’ve been more like a tiger than a kitten.”
We got to the bedroom and rolled onto the bed, still all tangled up.
“Which one do you want? The tiger or the kitten?”
“I have a choice?” she asked as we lay on our sides.
“You’re in charge. I’m just here to serve,” I told her with a chuckle. I’d never said that to a woman before, and I didn’t know how she’d take it. I hoped well.
Her hand slipped down my chest and caressed my cock over my underwear. “Seems like there’s a tiger in this tank. I want the tiger.” And she slid her hand under my waistband and unleashed the tiger. “Holy shit!”
“Yeah. Like I said, we can take it slow.”
She untangled from me, slipped out of her panties, and bared herself. Then she pushed me on my back and mounted me, giving me the perfect view of her clit peeking out between soft pink folds. I swear my cock jumped at the sight of her. And when I reached down, she was already slick.
“Let’s do this,” she ordered. “Without the condom for a while. I want you raw first.”
“Are you sure?”
She rubbed her slick cunt along my cock, and I couldn’t wait to get inside her. “Are you always this agreeable with the men you take to your bed?”
“No. Sometimes I’m not agreeable at all. You’re different.”
“How so?”
“It’s your eyes. I’m a sucker for green eyes.”
“Lie down on me and let me unsnap your bra. I want to see your breasts.”
“No need,” she said, and in an instant, her bra flung to the floor, exposing lovely full breasts with perky nipples I had to taste.
“Bring those here,” I told her, slipping my arm around her waist and pulling her forward.
She moved up on me, until I was able to reach her breasts, with my mouth, but it didn’t end there. Not when she was flaunting a cunt that drove me wild. So instead, I slid under her and licked between her legs until she purred like a kitten, flicking that pretty little clit with my tongue until she moaned. I spread open her legs and washed her with my tongue, until she yelled out my name.
When her body shook from my touch, I knew now was the time to take her.
I flipped her on her stomach, then lifted her up until her ass was in the air, and I could take her any way I wanted to. She was mine now, and I intended to be that tiger she’d wanted.
I slapped her ass a couple of times, and she reacted with moans of pleasure.
“You like that?” I asked, as I slid my hands over her back, across her ass, and down her legs.
“Yes,” she whispered, as if she were reluctant to admit it.
“Say it louder, so I can hear you.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Tell me exactly what you like,” I told her, demanding that she tell me how to pleasure her.
“I liked the way you loved on my pussy,” she said.
I slid my hand between her legs, found her entrance, and slid two fingers inside her.
“Like this?”
“Yes. Oh yes. Deeper. Harder.”
I pushed in deeper, feeling the slick, warm walls of her beautiful womanhood encase my fingers, but I wanted it to be my cock now.
I flipped her on her back, pulled up one of her legs, reached down between us, and slid my swollen cock over her pussy.
“Let’s do this,” I told her. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
She just looked up at me and grinned. “I’m too wet for anything to hurt.”
I plunged into her, slowly at first, and she sucked in air and pushed her hips up to meet me. “That’s some kind of big cock you’ve got there, Jackson.”
“The better to fuck you with, my dear.” I didn’t know where that came from, but it just slid out of my mouth. When she chuckled, I knew we were on the same playing field.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, and I pushed in deeper.
“You good?” I asked.
“I’m in heaven,” she said. “Go deeper.”
I thrust down harder, expecting her to at least wince, but she didn’t. Instead, she slid her hands down my back and groaned with pure pleasure.
She said, “That’s what I’m talking about.”
I fucked her hard and fast, thinking I should stop this and slip on that condom. And as if she read my mind, she whispered, “It’s okay to come inside me. I’ve been on the pill for the past five years.”
There was too much at stake for her to be lying to me, so instead, I relaxed into her this time, and I swear her pussy opened up around me and swallowed me whole. I hadn’t been with a woman bareback like this in years. I’d forgotten how fucking amazing it felt, and I didn’t want it to end anytime soon. I took it slow at first.
“Damn woman, you feel so good.”
“Talk like that goes straight to my heart. Be careful, or I’ll be knocking on your door in the middle of the night.”
“Anytime,” I told her, staring straight into her sweet ocean-blue eyes. “Anytime at all.”
I picked up the pace now and drilled her hard and fast, slamming my hips into hers with each thrust. And with each thrust, her pleasure grew even louder, until her voice filled the room, the entire cabin and possibly the entire world. She wasn’t screaming or anything wild like that; it was more of a low roar, like a lioness. Like something wild, wicked, and feral.
My lust for her kept building and when we kissed, my emotions ratcheted up so high, I lost all control.
“Now,” I muttered. “I’m…”
And I exploded inside her in great big waves of release that sent me rocketing upwards until I fucking touched the stars. My entire body shuttered from the release, and it kept pouring out of me like that volcano I’d envisioned when we first started this. I hadn’t come this hard and with such emotion attached to it in so long, I’d forgotten what I’d been missing.
“Wow!” I mumbled when it was over, and she rolled off me, both of us breathing so hard and fast it made me dizzy. I pulled up a white sheet and shoved the pillow under my head.
We lay on our backs staring up at the white celling, trying to catch our breaths, when she turned to me and asked, “Did you just say wow?”
I couldn’t even look at her. Instead, I made a dismissive face and said, “Me? No.” But I couldn’t keep a straight face.
She rolled the top part of her body up onto my chest and forced me to look at her.
“You’re lying. You said wow. That was a wow for you? What we just did… Was it a wow for you? I’ve never been anybody’s wow.”
“It just slipped out.”
“You admit it, then. I’m your wow!”
“Fine. Okay. I said wow. It doesn’t mean anything.” I couldn’t hide my feelings about this. I tried not to touch her or want to pull her in for yet another kiss, but damn, we were good together.
“So, like do you say that to all your women?”
She was staring right into my eyes. I’d always been a bad liar, but how I wished I could pull one off right now.
“No. I’ve never said it to anyone.”
“So, I’m the first?”
“Yes, but don’t let it go to your head.”
“I’m your first wow,” she said, grinning like a kid. “I can’t not let it go to my head… at least for a little while.”
“Fine, but don’t tell the guys. I’ll never live it down.”
She rested her head on my shoulder, and I ran my hand over her back and tangled my fingers in her silky long hair. Damn, she fit with me like we were made for each other.
This wasn’t how I’d expected this to go. I’d expected it to be fun, but this was more than fun. It was emotionally outstanding.
“I’m your wow,” she mumbled, and within the next few moments, her breathing became regular, and she felt limp on my body. I figured she must have fallen asleep.
“Yeah, darlin’,” I whispered. “You’re my wow.”
“I heard that,” she whispered back, and I pulled her in tighter as we drifted off to sleep.
WHEN I FIRST opened my eyes, I felt a little disoriented. A small lamp on the opposite nightstand illuminated the room, and everything looked the same, but something was off. Then, I realized I wasn’t in our cabin, I’d been sleeping in Mindy’s cabin, but Mindy was nowhere to be found. I also remembered I’d made an ass out of myself after some incredibly wicked sex.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled as I sat up in bed and heard the shower running. I figured Mindy must be in it.
I had two choices. I could either slip out while she was still in the shower or join her. I glanced at my phone on the nightstand next to me. How it got there, I had no clue, but it told me it was 8:17 p.m. We’d slept away the entire day.
“How the hell did that even happen?” I never could sleep during the day. Too wired on life to fall asleep before midnight or two a.m. when the bars closed. I guessed getting up early for that meeting had thrown my inner schedule off.
Everything in me wanted to join her in the shower, but damn it all, I knew she’d give me more shit about her being my wow. I just wasn’t in the mood. My head felt like elephants stomping right down in the middle of it, and my stomach wasn’t much better.
“Oh yeah… the mimosas.” I must have had three or four of them, and a mess of bacon and eggs. Why my stomach felt so queasy, I didn’t know, but all I wanted right now was my own empty bed and a bottle of old-fashioned aspirin. Or a couple of those fizzy pills might be even better. Arlo always traveled with an extra-large box of those things, and Dion and I went through the entire box on every tour.
My clothes were draped over a chair, and my boots sat under it. Not only was the woman good in bed, but she picked up after me. I got dressed quickly, grabbed my boots, and headed for the door in my bare feet. I’d slip them on in my car.
As soon as I grabbed hold of the doorknob, I stopped. “What the hell, boy?”
And I turned right around, walked over to the bathroom, swung open the door, took the five or so steps over to the clear shower door, and stood outside of it.
She turned to me, hair all soapy, suds and water running down her body, and said, “Well, are you coming in or what?”
I dropped my boots on the floor, opened the door, and stepped inside.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Shouldn’t you have gotten undressed first?”
“Takes too much time,” I told her, then I slipped my arms around her, pulled her in close, and slammed my lips into hers. It was the hottest kiss I’d ever had and the wettest.
I dropped my pants and fucked her against the wall. I couldn’t wait. I wanted her right then and right now. She wrapped her legs around me, and we went for it with the water beating down on my back while I drilled her hard and fast. She never once complained. Instead, she hung on tight and gave in to my crazy need to be inside her once again.
Her ass felt firm and soft at the same time, and her pussy felt like God had designed it exactly for my thick, heavy cock. She took it without even a hint that it was too big for her.
“Come for me, darlin’. Let me hear you say my name,” I told her, as I stared into her beautiful eyes.
“Jackson. Oh Jackson, you feel so fucking good. You fill me up to the limit, and I… I… fucking love it.”
“That’s it, darlin’. That’s it.”
Our bodies rocked and slapped together with each thrust, and it felt so incredible, I couldn’t help the growl that escaped from somewhere deep inside me.
“There’s my tiger,” she said under the rush of water that drowned our voices with its continual force.
“I’ve been here all along,” I told her, just before I filled her once again with my thick cum.
I grunted out everything I had, and she took it all. Took every drop.
When we finished, she slid her legs down, and I continued to pin her against the wall, while I ran my hands through her wet hair, pushing it off her beautiful face.
This time, I looked right at her. “You’re my wow, darlin’. My total wow, and I don’t care who knows it.”
“I’m not telling anybody. That’s between you and me. But you want to get undressed now, so we can finish this shower proper like?”
“Anything you want. I’m all yours.”
“Is that a promise?”
“You have my word.”
“Then how about we order in, watch a movie, and have more sex?”
“Sounds like a plan. My clothes won’t be wearable until morning anyway. This is the perfect place to stay while I wait for them to dry.”
“Then it’s a date,” she said, as I stepped back and finally got a good look at this perfect, naked babe in front of me.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her.
“You’re not so bad, yourself,” she said, grinning as her gaze slid over me, stopping on my dick. “You really do have a big cock.”
“Yep,” I said, grabbing hold of it and pumping it a few times.
“Here, let me do that.”
“If you touch me, we may never leave this shower.”
“I kind of like it in here,” she said, right before she knelt and took me in her mouth.
“Fuckin’ wow, darlin’… just fucking… holy shit!”