13. Yeehaw
THIRTEEN
YEEHAW
Jules
I’m a dirty girl. A bad girl.
That’s the only reason I can come up with for how thoroughly turned on I am by my goody-two-shoes cowboy dropping the f-bomb.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I funnel my hands through his hair while fusing my mouth to his. And by the cattle prod I feel in his pants, it’s safe to say Holt is fully onboard with the new initiative I’ve taken.
After a moment of what I can only assume is complete and utter shock on his part, he tilts his head to fully engage with the kiss, grasping my ass in his large, strong hands. And when his fingertips dig into my flesh, my whole body jerks against him.
His mouth breaks from mine to travel down my neck, his stubble scraping the column of sensitive skin.
“God. Yes.” We’reonly a few seconds into this interlude and I’m already panting, the beginnings of a climax stirring in my belly.
“This body, Jules… you have no idea what I want to do to this body.”
I want to ask him, want to hear the desire in his voice, but before I can he latches on to my breast through my shirt, sucking the already hard points to attention and all my mouth can produce is a long, satisfied moan while I continue grinding on him.
Vaguely, I wonder at the strength required to remain standing through my sexual onslaught, but mostly I just focus on the beautiful, wonderful heat generating between us.
Friction is the best.
Holt’s mouth moves to my other nipple while simultaneously turning us so that my ass thumps down on the makeshift countertop. He gives one more hard pull before whipping my shirt over my head.
Instead of diving back down to my aching nipples, Holt steps back, running his hand across his face. The only sounds are the abrasion of his hand across his beard and our heavy breathing.
His eyes dilate at the sight of me, bare-chested, spread-eagle and so obviously turned on.
Slowly, he brings his hand to my mouth, dragging a finger across my bottom lip.
I curl my tongue around him, pulling his finger into my mouth, sucking on him as I would his cock.
He groans before pulling out of the hot, wet heat, gliding his digit down my neck, under my breast, circling up and around my nipple.
The wet trail cools across my skin as he goes, spreading goosebumps in its wake.
“Fuck me.” It’s a demand, because I don’t beg. Although I might make an exception for Holt.
But thankfully Holt isn’t into playing games. One side of his mouth hitches, and the corner of his eyes crinkle.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I swear to John Glenn, those two words make me come. Well, that and the way he steps into the cradle of my thighs, rubbing himself against me while grabbing and twisting my hair in his hands to dominate my dirty mouth with his squeaky-clean one.
Either way, my lower body tenses and my nails dig into his sides and I ride out one of the more intense orgasms in my not-so-limited experience.
Before the heat has fully extinguished from my climax, Holt has his hands under my ass again and he’s striding out of the kitchen, carrying me.
Still groggy from pleasure, I pull back in his arms. “Wait, what?”
“Shhh.” He plants a hard kiss on my forehead. I open my mouth again but he cuts me off.“Don’t worry, I’m still going to fuck you.” The sound of him cursing sends aftershocks through my hoo-ha.“I’m simply not going to risk splinters in that perfect ass of yours when I do it.”
The contrariness of him cursing and acting so gentlemanly has me attacking his mouth again. In a flash, I’m pushed up against the nearest wall and we make out until I’m pretty sure his dick is going to Shawshank out of his pants.
He breaks off the kiss and suddenly, somehow, someway, I find myself wrapped around his back like a spider monkey climbing a tree.
Laughing, I say, “I can walk, you know, cowboy.”
“I know, space cadet, but those pretty pink toes of yours aren’t safe in this construction mess.”
Then he’s maneuvering through the construction minefield and bounding up the stairs.
Shaking my head at such concern, I realize I’m smiling. That I’m genuinely happy, and Holt’s made me that way.
And that I am genuinely getting a piggyback ride to sex.
This couldn’t be more awesome.
But then the soft flannel of his shirt rubs up and down over my sensitive nipples with each of Holt’s steps and I realize that it can. When he crests the top step he isn’t even out of breath, but I am.
Down the hall, past my room, a door is kicked open. I don’t see much else as I’m spinning like a centrifuge. My momentum is impeded by a mattress. Before my body stops bouncing, Holt has me stripped of my pants and panties so I’m basically lying naked starfish-style on his down comforter.
Struggling up on my elbows, I don’t bow to the whims of modesty and close my legs. Forget that. Instead, smile still fully in place, I cock my knees out, widening my exposure.
Holt stares at me, his breathing only now becoming ragged. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”
“You going to think about it some more or do something about it?”
My sweet cowboy doesn’t answer me. Instead, he proves that age-old saying that actions speak louder than words true by dropping to his knees. He wraps his hands around my ankles and slides me to the edge of the bed. His palms slide up my legs, pushing my thighs out even wider.
And then he does something I never in a million years thought Holt West would do.
He talks dirty.
“You have the perfect pussy. So pink and wet.” He leans down, taking a long, deep breath. “Smells so sweet.” I raise up on my elbows to watch as he spreads me open with his thumbs before licking me bottom to top, eyes closed, a reverent look on his face. “Tastes sweet too.”
His lips close around my clit, sucking lightly.
Then releasing, then sucking. The point of his tongue circles and delves deep before starting the process all over again.
I give up supporting my weight and drop back down on the mattress, letting his reverence wash over me in warm licks, like solar flares tracing through my veins.
The pressure is building again. Bigger, deeper than before. But I feel so empty. I ache inside.
I need to be filled.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Oh. Apparently I said that last part out loud.
Blinking my eyes open, legs still spread, I watch while Holt stands, yanking at his buttons, shrugging off his shirt. Beneath his golden skin, muscles bunch and flex as he attacks his belt, and the sound of his zipper opening has my thighs shaking.
The belt drops with a clunk, then his jeans, leaving Holt with his glorious chest on display along with a pair of patriotic boxers. The red and white stripes are slightly distorted by the flagpole trying to break out.
He runs his thumbs back and forth under the waistband, teasing me. I glance away for a moment to see the smirk spread across his face, his eyes dark with seduction. This is a whole new side of Holt. A side I very much like.
Finally, he pushes his boxers down, his cock bobbing heavy before me.
“God bless America.”
A surprised bark of laughter leaves him as a blush crawls up his neck.
He is so different . In good ways. In ways I tease him about, but really quite admire.
The way he acts, lives, works. I’ve never met anyone like him and I sure as hell haven’t kissed anyone like him.
I catch myself rubbing that spot on my chest again.
I know I said I’d never get on my knees for a man.
And I know he didn’t ask, nor ever would, for me to return the favor.
But seeing that blush slide over his skin while his thick cock twitches in my direction is stirring up feelings.
And as I avoid feelings at all costs, I drop down before him and swallow his thick length before I can think much about them.
Besides, I want it, damn it. The cock. Holt. And maybe the feelings. Maybe.
But first the cock.
A deep breath through my nose fills my head with the scent of leather and hay as I pull him deep to the back of my throat.
Up and down, sucking, pulling at his cock with my tongue while my hands squeeze his ass. The sounds are rough and carnal, as are the moans coming from Holt.
It’s his turn to funnel his hands through my hair, the tight curls making it easy for him to grip my head as I bob over him.
“Fuck, Jules. Yes, just like that.”
I curl the tip of my tongue beneath the underside of his cock, tracing it root to tip before swirling around the wet slit.
“Jesus.”
I’m airborne again and back on the mattress.
“I need to fuck you.” His eyes are wild, his jaw tight and his naked, hard body rigid with tension. “Now.”
A shiver races through my body, setting off small fireworks in my downtown. This put-together, straight-laced man has come undone. Because of me.
He looms over me, notching his cock to my wet vagina, then stills.
He pulls back, sitting on his haunches. “I can’t believe this.” His head is bowed down toward his chest, so I can’t see his eyes, but his voice is now devoid of the sexy-time drawl from earlier.
“Holt?”
He shakes his head. “This can’t be happening.” Still talking to himself.
I crunch up, taking his head in my hands and forcing him to look at me. “Hey there, cowboy, what’s up?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
He looks so forlorn, so utterly depressed, I can’t help but chuckle.
“This is not funny.”
No, it isn’t, ’cause his dick is still hard, bobbing between us, and I want it. But because of a thin piece of latex, my lady parts might not get it.
And it hits me, that this gorgeous man, at the prime of his life, with no less than all of upper society women clamoring for a piece of him, doesn’t have condoms at the ready.
“Wait, aren’t you like a Boy Scout? Aren’t you supposed to be prepared?”
He runs his hands through his hair. “It’s been a while, okay? I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
“What is ‘a while’?”
He mumbles.
“What?”
“A little over a year.”
Holy shit. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, I know.” His eyes are cast down again, and his flag is starting to waver. I can’t have that. Shaking off the shock, I attack the problem at hand. Literally.
Holt grunts when I grab his dick. “And in all this time, have you been a good boy and gone to the doctor?” I ask while stroking him.
“Uh, yes.” His hips start moving in time with my hand, helping my palm fuck him. God, he is so hot.
“And I’m hoping you had a complete clean bill of health?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
I drop my hand. “This is serious, Holt. You clean?”
He blinks a few times, focusing on my eyes. “Yes, ma’am. Clean as a whistle.”
“I do love to blow a good whistle, but I think I’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
And with that I pull him back down on me and roll until he’s beneath me. I slide my knees under me and line up his beautiful cock to my opening, sliding his hardness back and forth around my opening and over my clit, letting my desire spread over him.
“Jules, what about the condom?” His eyes are closed and even though I can tell that he is really hard up for this, it warms my heart that he still cares, that he is still a good guy trying to do the right thing.
“I get a government mandated physical before every launch. And I haven’t been with anyone since.” I tap the top of his dick against my clit a few times, just to tease. Me or him, I’m not sure. “And I have an IUD.”
With that, I fit him where we both need him to be and slide down, having to lift up and sink down part of the way just to accommodate his size. When my ass finally rests on the top of his thighs and I’m fully seated, we both groan.
Before I can start to move, Holt’s hand lands hard and swift on my ass cheek. “Giddy-up, cowgirl.”
It’s sort of embarrassing that a swift spank and his voice ordering me around is all it takes. Well, that and the flagpole I’m impaled on. But still. I come all over his cock.
Holt, however, doesn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, yes. Jesus.” His large hands each grab a handful of my ass and slam me up and down over him as my walls contract around his dick as my second orgasm heats and smooths the way for the aggressive pounding he gives me.
Holt tops from the bottom and it’s about as gentle as riding a mechanical bull naked, but ten times more fun.
Another wave of pleasure hits me and I can’t tell if this is the longest climax ever or if I’ve started coming all over again. Either way, I win.
Holt slams me down one last time, groaning as he stills beneath me.
I swivel my hips in a circle, drawing out our pleasure.
When the last currents of heat lick through our bodies, I fall forward over him, my head resting beside his.
We lie like this until our panting slows and the world comes back to me.
There is a moment after launch, after your spine has been fused to your seat from the combined force of the main engines, rocket boosters and the seemingly endless pressure of three Gs, after the external booster peels off with a bang and you’re finally through the slipstream.
In this moment, all pressure vanishes. Your limbs float freely, your hair drifts like a mermaid’s in water and the silence of space surrounds you with a haunting beauty.
In this one moment, before the coms come to life demanding an update on your status, your heart and mind feel just as free as your body experiencing the wonder of zero gravity for the first time.
It’s glorious.
I’ve never felt anything even remotely close to that beauty until Holt’s arms wrap around me.
I could stay like this all night, which would be a first for me. I’m more of a love ’em and leave ’em type. But the mess quickly accumulating between our ugly bits is going to make things awkward in a minute.
Finding his hard chest with my palms, I push up, fully prepared to make some remark about taming his wild bronco or some such nonsense that would ease the tension I’m feeling, when I catch the look in his eyes.
His eyes are dark, intent and laser-focused on my own. I need to know what he’s thinking at this moment, yet it utterly terrifies me at the same time. Which is ridiculous. I don’t do scared.
“Hi,” he says, cupping the side of my face with his hand.
It seems stupid to be introducing ourselves again after we both just boned each other silly. But it also feels right. As if we didn’t truly know each other until now.
My fingertips stir through the sparse dark hair dusting his pecs while I hold his gaze. “Hi.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, the lines around his eyes crinkling as it grows.
He is so beautiful.
I rub that spot on my chest again.