Cowboy Town by Kasey Millstead Page B

the fact that she was actually cheating on me for the entirety of our relationship.”
    “I had you pegged wrong from the beginning,” I murmur, stunned.
    “Is that so?” He chuckles.
    “Yeah, I thought you’d be a player.  I told myself to stay right away from you,” I admit sheepishly.
    “So are you going to answer my question?”
    “Are you going to kiss me again, like you did the other night?”  Yes, I just blurted that right out.  I can’t believe I said it and from the look on Jackson’s face, he can’t believe I asked it either.  He doesn’t reply, instead, he leans in and cups my jaw in his strong, calloused hands and lightly pecks my lips.  I wait for more, but each time it’s just a peck.  After about the tenth light touch of his lips, I grab his neck and hold him to me.  If I’m not mistaken I feel his body shake with laughter.  Tease.   I slide my tongue into his mouth and feel myself dampen at the sound of his resulting groan.  Not so funny now is it, Henley?   Things turn hot and heavy pretty quickly.  I lie back, taking him with me.  I can feel his erection pressing into my thigh as he snakes his hand up inside my shirt and runs a finger across my erect bra covered nipple.  I sigh into his mouth and bite down on his bottom lip.  His reaction is to shift and press his hips into mine so his hardness grinds against my center.  I don’t sigh this time.  I whimper. 
    I pull his shirt from his jeans and run my hand up and down his taut back as his lips leave mine to travel down my neck, nipping and sucking along the way.  With one hand he deftly undoes my shirt button exposing my bright rainbow coloured bra.  He raises his eyebrows at me.
    “I got it at a Mardi Gras market one year to support equal rights,” I pant out quickly, hoping he’ll get back to what he started.  He gives a small shake of his head and then kisses the skin above my bra before taking my bra cup between his teeth and pulling down so my breast is exposed.  He then does the same with the other cup.
    “Come with me,” he rumbles.
    Standing up he takes my hand and leads me down the hallway and into his bedroom.  My breasts are propped up by my bra but exposed because my shirt is unbuttoned and I resist the urge to cover them up.  I don’t though, because the walk to his room doesn’t take too long and I’m too turned on to really care.  “Not going to take you for the first time on my lounge, Ace.  That’ll come later.”
    “Okay,” I agree readily.  Honestly I couldn’t care where he fucked me, so long as he does.
    He lays me down on the bed and assumes the same position we were in on the lounge.  Taking my nipple into his mouth, he sucks deep and then releases the bud to lave it with his tongue.  Over and over he continues his relentless torture, alternating between my nipples until I am begging him to let me come.  I try to clench my legs together hoping to obtain some friction where I need it but I can’t because he’s on top of me, so I tilt my hips hoping to grind myself on him but he moves away and begins kissing down my stomach.  He dips his tongue in and out of belly button at the same as removing my belt and unzipping my jeans.  Rising up, he removes my jeans and panties in one swift movement.  Essentially, I am naked.  My shirt is undone, my breasts out but trussed up by my bra and there’s nothing covering my bottom half. 
    “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he mutters as he drags a finger torturously slowly through my slickness.  He lies down between my spread legs, still admiring my “pussy” as he puts it – personally, I prefer “Kitty”, but whatever.  “So pink.  So wet.  So swollen.  All for me.”  He flicks his tongue and licks me from bottom to top, stopping at the top to do a swirl.  My back arches off the bed and I moan loudly.  Over and over he repeats his delicious torture changing the speed and the pressure to tease me, but it’s when he