“Jackie? Did you hear me?”
She nodded, though his voice seemed farther away than the few feet that stood between them. Her eyes were fixed on his fingers stroking the worn denim keeping his cock from view. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see the physical evidence of his need.
He stepped into the edges of her vision, close enough she could feel his heat, even here in the outdoors.
He slid the zipper free of the teeth holding his jeans together and her tongue snaked out to lick at her lips.
Soft deep green cotton underwear came into view. Boxers? Briefs? Did she care? Nope.
In slow motion, he showed himself to her. She didn’t think her mouth could water the way it did when she caught the first glimpse of hard flesh. His hard flesh. The skin pulled taut over the shaft. The deep, reddish purple of the head. The width. The length.
She swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat and dropped to her knees without thinking about it. She had to taste him. Him. No one else. Not before. Not ever.
Not a condom.
Him.
“Jackie …”
She shook her head and took his hand in hers, gripped his fingers, and gave his cock a tentative lick. Hot. Smooth.
Another lick, this one longer and less uncertain. Rigid. Flexing against her tongue.
The fingers of his other hand sifted through her hair and pulled her in. She didn’t resist. Once upon a time she would have.
Not him. Not Mac.
This was the one man who’d stolen what she didn’t know she had to give.
He’d burrowed inside her without permission and she couldn’t push him out now, even if she wanted.
He eased from her grip and framed his cock between thumb and forefinger, holding it toward her. He painted her lips with the stickiness on the tip and she welcomed the gloss before opening her mouth. He settled himself on the edges of her bottom teeth and she worked him the rest of the way inside.
She closed her eyes. She moaned. She held him. And he let her.
His scent of sweat and musk. She loved it more than his cologne. And his cologne turned her on.
“Do you want to swallow my come?”
Did she? At some point, yes, she did. At some point, she wanted everything she could get with him. She wanted his taste on her tongue and down her throat.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth, Princess?”
Almost without thinking, again, she nodded.
“Too bad. You’re not getting it right now.” He snatched his cock from her mouth and lifted her from her knees. He had her backed up against the post once more. She didn’t have a chance to register what he had planned before his lips closed over hers.
His fingers worked at the fastenings of her pants and roughly shoved them down her hips.
He stole her breath, her will, her desire for anything but him.
Then those same fingers were between her legs, inside her panties, stroking her pussy. They grazed over her clit and she bucked. He moaned and pulled his lips from hers. “Like that, do you?”
He did it again. And again. Over and over he teased her until she couldn’t stop moving against him and the log at her back.
“So fucking wet. Goddamn, woman …”
“Please, Mac …”
“Yes, Princess. I’ll definitely please you.”
“Now.”
“Demanding. I like that. Shimmy the rest of the way out of those pants or you’re going to need new ones.”
She didn’t care. He could ruin every piece of clothing she owned and she’d buy more for him to do the same thing to.
Together they got her naked save for her bra and he was glued to her body, her legs hitched around his hips and her back sliding up the pole as he lifted her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this with you. Fuck you out here. Fuck you in my tree house. Fuck you on my bike. Fuck you all over every damn inch of town and then do it again.”
“Then stop talking. Please, Mac.”
He was inside her in the next breath they shared. He was stretching her, filling her, becoming part of her and tears streamed down her face.
“Jackie?”
Concern filled his voice and he started to let her go, started to pull out, but she tightened her thighs and arms around his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin and she shook her head. “Stay. Fuck … Fuck me.”
He stared at her and she stared back. She didn’t dare look away. She didn’t dare blink. If she did, he’d be gone.
Whatever he saw convinced him and he only pulled out a bit, then drove his hips upward. His hands shoved her breasts together and his fingers clawed at the cups of her bra. He pulled them down, exposing her nipples. Then this mouth was there, sucking, tugging, pulling.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, the words muffled by the mounds of flesh he’d buried his face in.
Impaled on his cock, at the mercy of his touch, his use, his whim, she held onto him.
He let go of her breasts, leaving them naked to his gaze and the outside air. Her nipples pebbled, standing erect, pointed and sensitive.
His hands were at her hips again and he fucked her as she’d asked, begged, sobbed. He was relentless in his thrusts, driving them both hard against the wood at her back.
“No man?” he asked. “No man since you came here?” The fire in his eyes told her he knew the answer already. She’d told him there’d been no one, but now, inside her, he needed her tell him again.
“No one,” she said, licking at a tear that streamed down from her eye to the corner of her mouth.
His lips replaced her tongue and he sucked at the remaining tears that fell.
She shuddered against him, shifted and buried her face against his neck. She ground down on his cock, her clit sliding over the shaft with each stroke in and out. She strained. Wanting and needing the orgasm denied her earlier in the jail cell. Wanting and needing the orgasm from him and with him.
She had to know. She had to feel it. She had to have it.
Her nipples rubbed against his chest, the friction sending swirls of sensation directly to her cunt.
When he drove up into her hard enough to make her gasp … Not once. Not twice. But several times, slamming against her clit …
A squeal escaped her lips, followed by a long, drawn out, “Oh God”. And she came with his cock buried deep. She rocked and moaned, making it last as long as she could.
Her sex twitched, sending shock waves through her system and when stilled, she felt him throbbing, pulsing, coming.
His grunts registered as her blood slowed to a dull pounding in her ears. She didn’t ease her hold on him and he didn’t shake her off.
They remained locked together. Her eyes remained wet and leaking tears into the skin of his shoulder.
She couldn’t seem to stop crying.
Her body hummed with pleasure and life and sensations she had never experienced. Not in the all years she’d been on her own. Not when she lost her virginity. Not when she explored sex in high school and the first years of college. Not when she stripped for the first time. Not when she hooked for money.
Not until now. Until Mac. Until sex with him. Until he touched her. Until she let herself touch him.
He lifted her away from the pole and held her tight against him. She never wanted him to let go.
She was shattered by what had just happened between them.
And she wanted to remain shattered for the rest of her life.
* * * * *
“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Mac asked.
He’d carried her inside the treehouse and had to peel her off him. She hadn’t wanted to let go. She was scared she’d never get him back. He’d said one night. She hadn’t really believed him, but afterward, after the initial haze of the orgasm wore off, fear had set it. What if once was it? What if he really had meant just one night?
But he’d settled her on a pallet in front of a double set of French doors. He’d disappeared behind a room divider and when he came back, he was completely naked, carrying two bottles of water.
His cock was still hard, glistening from their mingled wetness.
The pallet was soft, made up of a mattress piled high with blankets and several pillows. It was a getaway exactly as he’d said. How many women had he brought up here?
“You.”
Jackie’s eyes flew up to meet his and she felt her face heat. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized I asked that out loud.”
“It doesn’t matter. You can ask me anything, but I want an answer, too. Why the tears?”
He knelt beside her, handed her a bottle, and uncapped the other one. He had it empty before she had taken more than a small sip.
“Because it felt good.”
“So good it made you cry?”
“Something like that.” She drank more water, trying to figure out how to explain to him what it all meant. “For as long as I’ve wanted you, I never imagined we’d be here. Okay, well, not here, but together. Anywhere. And then you touched me, really touched me … It was more than I could emotionally handle.”
“It wasn’t a bad thing, then?”
“God, no. It was the best thing.”
“Good to know. And the orgasm?”
“I never thought it could be like that with someone else.”
“I still find it hard to believe you’ve never come with anyone.”
“Sex was a means to an end. I didn’t need to come in order to do my job.”
“No one ever suspected?”
“They didn’t pay me for my orgasms. Only their own.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I thought it didn’t matter?”
“I’m curious, that’s all. To be with you? It doesn’t matter why or that you did. Your walls started coming down out here with me. Don’t put them back up now.”
She believed him. And it surprised her. He’d told her dozens of times that he didn’t care and she’d never taken him at his word. What changed? Why did she all of a sudden believe him?
And was it all of a sudden? He’d been saying it for all the years he’d been after her.
“I didn’t think you’d touch me,” she said, her voice filled with softness and awe.
“What?”
“I know that’s not what you asked and I’ll get to that, but… I didn’t think you’d touch me. All this time, I heard your words about wanting me, but I didn’t believe you meant them. What man would want me? Really want me if he knew what I’d done?”
“Please tell me that’s a rhetorical question because I have known and I have never given a shit.”
“It is and it isn’t, but it doesn’t need elaboration.” She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling beams. They were the same shade of wood as the rest of the treehouse, a sort of burnt gold and orange. They interlocked and came to a point, high up in the center.
It was a magical place. Something completely unexpected about Mac. But then, maybe she should have known to expect something out of the ordinary.
She was still naked and hadn’t bothered to cover her body. She felt no embarrassment with Mac. She felt the one thing with him that she’d never felt with anyone else. Herself. Belonging.
“I did it because I could. Not a very good reason, right? One of the guys that used to come into the strip club offered me five grand if I had sex with him.”
“You’re worth more.”
“I know. I asked for ten.”
Mac laughed beside her. “That’s not what I meant.”
“It know it wasn’t, but honestly, I soon got addicted to the money. I’d grown up in the foster care system and I’d had nothing until I was adopted. I’d had to scrap for everything and here, men were throwing money at me to blow them or fuck them.”
“Do you regret it?”
“I’ve asked myself that for years, even while I was doing it and the truth was, no. I didn’t live on the streets, but I worked them when I first started out. After six months, I’d made enough and bought a small condo. I had the name of every city councilman in my phone. I had the mayor and a few congressmen. The church deacons and the pastors were the dirtiest.”
“When did you quit?”
“Just before Jaz got out of jail. I wanted to be there for him and I had money to help us both start over.”
Mac rolled toward her and touched her face with the gentlest of fingers. “Hear me, all right? I don’t care that you stripped and I don’t care that you fucked for money. I care about you. I care about the woman you are.”
“I never told you that I had thought about propositioning you when you busted me that night, did I?”
“No. Good thing, too. I’d have had to turn you down.”
She rolled toward him, now, and inched closer until she could feel his body heat reaching out to waft over her. “Would you have wanted to turn me down?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe I should try now.”
“Mmm.” He leaned in and kissed her lips with heartbreaking tenderness. “Ma’am, do you know breaking and entering is against the law?”
Jackie slid closer until her nipples grazed his chest. She gave him her best innocent look. “Yes, Sheriff. Would you like see if you can break me and enter?”
Mac groaned and shifted her under him. She spread her legs for him to fit himself between them. “Are you offering me sex in order to get out of going to jail? You do know that’s a crime, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sheriff, I do know it’s a crime. But I won’t tell anyone. It can be our little secret.”
“And what do you expect in return for keeping such a secret?”
“You in my bed anytime I want you.”
He buried his face against her throat and his cock inside her cunt. “I think I can handle that. Little lady, you’ve got yourself a Sheriff.”