Avery
I’m torn between ripping off the rest of our clothes to get him inside me immediately and just exploring. Kissing him is my new hobby, and I intend to become more than proficient at it.
The way his tongue commands its way into my mouth makes it hard to not squirm against him so I can rub my aching clit on something.
But Lord have mercy, I don’t know how much rational thinking I can do when any part of him is touching me.
It’s more than sparks, it’s a goddamn fireworks show every single time.
His weight on me is delicious. I’m trapped in what might be my favorite place in the entire world.
I let my hands run up his sides, feeling him shudder when they shift to the front and dip down by his belt.
And then they make their way to his back in tandem, tracing over his defined muscles to his shoulders.
I need more.
I shimmy my arm to get my bra strap lower and it’s like he senses what I’m doing so he languidly runs those calloused fingers up my arm to pull the strap down. He shifts his weight so his other hand can do the same without breaking our hungry kisses.
Lifting just his chest, he reaches his fingers between my breasts and with one firm tug, exposes them to the air.
He trails kisses down my neck. I can feel his hand toss my bra away before it comes right back to cup my breast while swiping his thumb over my nipple, causing me to gasp.
He flicks his tongue out against my collar bone and keeps moving down until his mouth is around my nipple and his tongue circles it.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, pressing up to give him all the access he could ever want. His finger and thumb start to mimic the motions of his tongue, making me moan.
He looks up at me, his eyes full of unbridled desire, nipple still in his mouth as his tongue gives it one last flick. I feel his hand trail down my side where he hooks a finger beneath my underwear.
“Do these need to stay on?” he asks, leaving my nipple for a moment, causing it to peak even more.
“Absolutely not.”
“Thank God,” he says, bringing his warm lips back to my breast. He tugs my underwear down, giving me enough space to lift my hips as his hand goes from one side to the other, bringing my final item of clothing closer to my ankles where I can slip fully out of them.
His hand travels back up my inner thigh and I’m not sure who makes the louder sound of pure pleasure when he runs his fingers through my folds. He’s not even really doing anything at this point, just exploring, but I’ve been so turned on this evening, I know he feels it.
Jackson looks up, his eyes ablaze. “May I?”
“Only if you want to.”
“Avery,” he says, his voice becoming more serious, “I’ve wanted to do this exact thing for a very long time.”
Well, that seals the deal for me and I push his head down, causing him to chuckle.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
I squirm as his fingers keep exploring, but never enter me, to play with my clit. “You aren’t the only one who’s waited for this.”
He trails kisses from my bellybutton as he shifts his bodyweight, causing me to shiver. Sometimes he nips at my skin and then licks it like he’s soothing a wound. Each quick pinch followed by that tongue is maddening.
And then he freezes.
I look down and he’s staring at my tattoo.
“Avery, what is this?” he asks, his voice deep and a little out of breath.
Oh boy, I was planning to give him a heads-up and forgot because he’s so damn sexy in his cowboy hat and boots with his well-worn flannel shirt and jeans. Not to mention the belt.
“It’s a tattoo,” I say lamely, trying to remember what I was going to say earlier, but it’s hard to focus with him settled between my thighs.
“I can see that,” he replies while still staring at it. “What is it?”
Am I going to scare him off if I tell him the truth? Because it might make me sound obsessed.
“I got it a year ago, before I went back for classes.”
He finally looks up at me and I expect to see an annoyed expression on his face, but he just looks like he’s trying to temper his expectations.
“I know this horseshoe like the back of my hand, Avery. What’s it doing on your body?”
If we’re going to make it, we have to get used to being fully truthful.
“I got it a few days after your thirtieth birthday party, when I gave you the buckle,” I begin, finally remembering my words. “I figured that we’d never even have the chance to do anything other than be friends because of Chase. I wanted something of you that I could keep as I tried to let go.”
He looks down at the tattoo, which is the exact same horseshoe as the Landen Acres logo, just without the ranch name so it could easily be written off as a horseshoe for good luck. I can feel his warm breath as he gets closer to it, tracing it with his tongue, causing me to whimper.
Once he’s satisfied with his physical inspection of the tattoo, his eyes are scorching when he says, “Don’t ever be afraid to show me what’s mine.”
JACKSON
I’m an absolute goner.
When she approached me like that at the auction, I figured we’d need to take our time for her feelings to get anywhere close to mine. But this?
She fucking branded herself to have part of me when she thought there wasn’t any hope. Shit, my rodeo ticket stub might not be something she laughs at.
Instead of continuing down her body, I lift myself up so I can kiss her again. I haven’t fully told her how I feel, but I put it all in that kiss. Everything I’ve held back over the years, everything I’ve hidden, and everything I’ll have to hide in public. For now.
Because she deserves everything and I won’t settle for giving her anything less.
I break the kiss, causing her to open her eyes, and say a single word before heading back down her body: “Mine.”
As she watches me kiss my way down her stomach, she whispers, “Yours.”
I let out a groan deep in my throat as I push her legs further apart.
I can see how ready she is for me and how much she wants this.
My first lick starts at her core, moving up to her clit and my hands tighten as I lift her ass for better access.
Her hands try to find purchase in my short hair as she presses my face into her even harder.
If I wasn’t so busy circling her clit, I would have smirked at her.
She twitches when my tongue directly crosses that bundle of nerves and I know she’s climbing fast. Shifting my grip to free one hand, I work one and then two fingers into her, curling them to find that rough patch just inside of her.
She whimpers and tries to grind down on my hand.
I change my hold so she’s firmly in place while continuing my ministrations.
“Oh my God, Jackson,” she pants.
The combination of her taste on my tongue, my fingers deep inside of her, and her saying my name like that is driving me crazy and I pump harder while occasionally sucking on her clit to bring her closer.
And my view is exquisite.
Her breathing gets more ragged and her body tenses, lifting her shoulders off the blanket as she closes her eyes and her mouth falls open. The way her arms press her generous breasts together only adds to the experience as her fingertips press into my scalp.
I start to suck hard and flick her clit while holding the suction. She whimpers as her walls tighten around my fingers as she arches her back and her thighs press against the sides of my head.
And then she bucks, curling up in one big spasm as she cries out my name. I keep licking her while anchoring her hips in place as she moans and shudders through her orgasm.
My fingers feel each wave work its way through her body and everything gets wetter. Her breath hitches as she becomes over sensitized and she falls back against the blanket, bringing her hands up above her head.
I remove my fingers, locking my eyes on her as I lick the two that are now covered with her desire. She arches her back once more while closing her eyes and saying, “Oh my God, Jackson.”
“So you’ve said,” I reply before pressing a few wet kisses to her inner thigh and raising up so I can crawl up her body.
I rub my nose against hers, not sure if she’s comfortable tasting herself, but then she plants one hand on the back of my neck and brings me in for a kiss that’s all tongue with zero hesitation.
I lower myself to her side and roll her so she’s facing me.
I run my hand down her side, tracing from the dip at the top of her hips all the way to her ass, which I happily rub.
“Can we take off your pants now, please?” she asks. “I need you inside me.”
And here I thought she’d want to cuddle. Her kissing becomes more insistent as she releases her hold on my neck and trails her fingers around to my abs until she gets to the buckle.
“I don’t think I have the ability to deny you a damn thing, Avery Barnett,” I say honestly.
She unclasps the belt with one hand and uses both to undo the button and fly, finally giving my dick a little more room.
I hear a pouty sound come from the back of her throat. “Off.”
I pull back to comply and she makes that sound again while tugging my face back to hers and pressing her breasts against my chest.
“Baby, you can’t keep kissing me like this if you want me out of these pants.”
“Make it quick, Jackson,” she says before dipping her tongue into my mouth one last time.
I lean back so I’m sitting on my heels so I can get my boxer briefs down at the same time as my pants.
She’s looking at my dick like she hadn’t just put it in her mouth a few hours ago. I sit on my ass to remove my cowboy boots, tossing them in the aisle with my clothes.
Avery pulls me back over her and tugs me so my tip is brushing her curls.
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean,” she says as she rolls her hips.
“I wouldn’t have let you suck on me if I wasn’t clean.”
“Are you okay without a condom then?” she asks as one of her legs wraps around my lower back.
“Fuck yes,” I reply right before she uses her foot to shove me inside of her, causing both of us to moan.
AVERY
Oh God, he feels incredible.
Jackson is in so deep that I can feel his balls laying against my ass and I just want more. He’s completely filled me in a way I’ve never experienced before and the look on his face now that the shock of what I just did has worn off tells me I’m about to get exactly what I’m craving.
He leans down to nip my ear and murmurs, “Who said you were in charge?”
Then his tongue traces its way around the shell of my ear, making me shiver. He holds himself fully pressed into me and when I wiggle, one of his hands holds my hip still.
He makes a tsk, tsk sound and runs his teeth along my jaw before working his way to my mouth where his tongue mimics exactly what I want his dick to start doing. God damn, this man can kiss.
He keeps the pressure on my hip so I can’t buck to get him moving and I’ve never been with someone who took control like this.
He’s driving me absolutely wild. I know I’m safe with him and that if I listen to his instincts, he’s going to have me eating out of the palm of his hand in no time. Which is totally fine with me.
I match the rhythm his tongue has set and try to increase the intensity by pulling his face even closer to mine. His hand lifts a little but my hips remain perfectly still, which goes against everything my body is screaming for.
That same hand moves down my thigh and tugs so it’s not wrapped around him and he presses my knee down and off to the side which gives him deeper access.
I unwrap my other leg as I’m rewarded with him pulling out so just the tip remains inside of me, and in one full thrust, he buries himself right to the hilt.
I’m not ashamed of the sounds of pleasure that he devours with his lips.
I move one hand from his hair to his nipple, giving it a hard pinch, which makes his dick twitch deep inside of me. Jackson gently bites my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth, making me gasp and clench around him.
His eyes are on fire as he says, “You couldn’t be more perfect, baby.”
I’ve never had a guy call me “perfect” before. To hear someone like Jackson say it, someone who has known me my whole life, makes my heart ache with wanting him forever.
And then he starts up a steady pace where he pulls out enough so the ridge on his tip hits my G-spot with every single thrust, making that delicious pressure build deep in my core.
He’s watching my face like he’s cataloging how each adjustment he makes affects me and I can’t take my eyes off his. The intensity tells me we’re not just fucking, this is so much more. He’s memorizing everything for our future and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I run my hand down his back, gripping tight and likely leaving marks.
The thought of seeing scratches from my fingernails on his back in the days to come only turns me on more.
If this didn’t feel so damn amazing, I’d flip him over so I could ride him and leave a mark on his chest, too, but I don’t dare change this angle or his rhythm as he’s picking up speed.
Damn, when have I ever wanted to thoroughly claim a man in my life? I want the world, or at least the county, to see that we belong to each other and no one else.
I lift my hips to increase the pressure and he leans down for one deep kiss. When he pulls back, I grip the back of his neck to keep his face near as I say, “Mine.”
His nostrils flare before replying, “Only yours.”
He reaches his hand between us and starts to rub my clit, bringing me so close when he says, “Come with me, Avery.”
I tense, unable to deny his command.
“Jackson.” It sounds like a plea, but he keeps the pressure steady with his fingers while my breath comes in gasps.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, and I cry out.
Everything he built up explodes all at once.
My legs wrap around him on instinct, and I ride out the waves of pleasure while he keeps slamming into me even though I can feel him coming as he grunts.
I go limp as the bliss of the orgasm settles and he braces his arm next to my head.
Our bodies are sweaty as I clench hard around him on purpose, causing him to make an addicting sound in the back of his throat.
I pull him tight against me, letting him collapse as we just breathe together, feeling our slick bodies slide a little. With my legs still around him, he seems to know that I’m not ready for him to pull out yet. I just need to hold onto this moment a little longer.
I know I’m not going anywhere and I trust that he isn’t, either, but until we can figure everything out, this feels like a fragile haven where we get to play make-believe until reality sets in.
My arms tighten around his neck and back, and I kiss his shoulder, tasting his salty sweat.
He nuzzles the side of my head, making my hair even messier, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit as he breathes in deep.
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