Cowboy Town (12 page)

“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 slides two fingers deep inside me, that I fall apart screaming his name.  He gentles his tongue and laps up all my juices. 
Holy fuck! 
I’d only ever had oral sex once before, he was drunk, I was drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing and it was sloppy.  Jackson is not sloppy and he
definitely
knows what he’s doing.

When I come down from my high, he’s lying beside me drawing patterns on my stomach.  I reach for his jeans and tug them down along with his jocks.  His erection springs free and I gasp.  It’s long, thick, silky smooth and has a shiny head with a drop of pre-cum sitting on top, begging to be licked clean.  I dart my tongue out and swipe his essence.  I see his balls bob up and down when I do it again. 
He likes it
.  His groaning, “
Fuck,”
also tells me he likes what I’m doing.  I take his bulbous head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around before sinking down around his shaft, swallowing him to the back of my throat.  I resist the urge to gag and slide my lips back up instead.  Seeing how much he likes it, I do it again.  And again.  Soon, his hands are in my hair and he’s guiding me up and down his glorious cock.  “Enough,” he growls before rolling us over so he’s on top of me. 

“Ready?” He asks.

“Yes,” I reply in a breathy voice.

He slams inside me in one swift movement and a moan tears deep from my throat.  Raising my hips in time with his, I meet him thrust for thrust.  I feel tiny beads of sweat start to break out on my skin at the same time goose bumps erupt over my body.  I’m panting loudly and I’m not sure what’s happening.  It’s different from all the orgasms I’ve ever given myself – Matt sure as shit never took the time to make me come and all my other conquests (more than one, less than ten) were drunken one night stands who could barely keep their dick hard let alone worrying about satisfying me.

I can feel it building, whatever it is, taking me higher and higher.  Causing me to pant louder and louder.  My nipples harden painfully, my “Kitty” contracts tightly and I explode on a scream.  I squeeze my eyes shut as powerful shudders take over my body.  I feel Jackson’s cock thicken inside me before he abruptly withdraws from my body and I look down my stomach to watch a generous burst of hot come shoot from his cock, spraying over my pubis and stomach.  A smile takes over my face and I close my eyes, fully sated.  Just as I start dozing off I feel a warm washer wipe over my lower stomach.  I open my eyes to see Jackson cleaning himself off me, a tender look in his eyes.  I sleepily divest myself of my bra and shirt and slide under the covers buck naked.

I fall asleep when Jackson climbs in beside me and tucks me close to him; holding me tight.   I feel content, happy and replete. 
No regrets.

Chapter Six

“Wakey, wakey, Ace,” Jackson nibbles on my ear.

“I told you my name so you can stop calling me
Ace,”
I grumble sleepily.

“C’mon, baby.  You gotta wake up.  I got something to show you.”  He sounds excited and impatient.  I crack my eyes open and the first thing I notice is there’s no sting of blinding light because
it’s still fucking dark!
  The second thing I notice is the happiness and excitement dancing in Jackson’s baby blues.  I blink away sleep and ask, “What’s going on, Jackson? It’s still night.  Are you kicking me out before the sun comes up?”

He starts laughing so I grumble some more.  Then I’m not grumbling, I’m moaning because he’s got one of my nipples in his mouth and he’s sucking and licking.  Then he’s between my legs sucking and licking.  All thoughts of sleep are forgotten and instead I’m focused on the orgasm that’s just about in my reach.  Before I can grasp it, he pulls back. “
Jackson?,
” my voice is hoarse and so full of lust that it doesn’t sound like me.

His answer is to slide inside of me slowly and grind his pelvis hard against mine.  It sends me flying over the edge and I clench and shudder around him.  His thrusts don’t waver in their leisurely assault and soon I feel the burn igniting again.  I couldn’t come again so soon, could I? 
Yes I could
.  This time it’s a little less intense but still good all the same.  He captures his mouth with mine as I moan my orgasm into his mouth.  This time he follows me over the edge, withdrawing and spilling his seed over my stomach once more.

“Fuck, baby, that wasn’t supposed to happen.  Now we’re gonna be late.  You gotta get up, get dressed in something warm.  Quick,” he says wiping himself off me an with old t-shirt he’d picked up off the floor.

“Hmm, there’s a lot to be said for sleepy morning sex,” I mumble.

“Ace.  Up, dressed, warm. Now.”

I drag my ass out of bed and put on my clothes from last night – I wasn’t anticipating staying the night so I didn’t pack a spare set of clothes.  Everything is still clean, except my panties, because they’re stained with the evidence of last night’s arousal.  I’ll just have to go commando. 

“Ready?”

“Yep, I just have to grab my jacket out of my car.  Where are we going?”

“I’ll show you when we get there,” he winks.

I race over to my car, finding my way in the dark by the light of the sensor lights that surround Jackson’s home, and retrieve my jacket.  Jackson is waiting in his Ute with the engine running and the heater blaring.  You see, even though the days are warm here in winter (compared to a Sydney winter) the nights and early mornings are everything you’d expect from the coldest season of the year.  I jump in and Jackson starts driving.  I have no clue where we are going but fifteen minutes later we pull up to a large shed like structure and Jackson cuts the engine.

“C’mon, quick.  We’re gonna miss it.”  He hurries me out of the Ute and into the shed, which I notice immediately is a hanger for all of Binowee Station’s helicopters.

“Wow.” I say taking in all the choppers – there must be at least ten of them.

“This one,” he says guiding me to one of the choppers, “In you get.”

I climb inside and wait as he does some checks and then climbs in beside me.  More checks follow and he hands me a set of ear muffs with a microphone attached.  I place them on my head and he does the same with his set.  I follow his lead and pull my seat belt over me and click it in.  With a press of a button, the rotors whirl above us and we take off.

“Can you tell me now where you’re taking me?” I ask as we fly to wherever we’re going.

“No, I’ll show you in a minute instead,” is his reply.  I look intently out the window trying to view the scenery but because it’s still dark, I can’t make out much at all.  All too soon, Jackson is lowering the helicopter to the ground and cutting the engine.  Once the rotors have stopped spinning, he climbs out and comes around to my side.  Helping me out, he leads me over to a rocky cliff edge.  Producing a picnic blanket and two travel mugs from thin air, he sits down and tugs my hand, so I follow.

“Here,” he says, handing me a mug.

I inhale the sweet aroma of coffee and take a sip.

“What is this place?  Why’d you bring me here?  And why, when it’s so dark I can’t see anything to appreciate it?”

“It’s my favorite place on the property,” he answers before adding quietly, “I’ve never brought anyone else here before.”  He pauses for a moment and I let his words sink in. 
He’s never brought anyone else here before. 
Wow.  “And I brought you here to show you that,” he says pointing directly out in front of him.  I follow his outstretched arm and …
Wow.

The sun peeks out from behind a distance mountain, coating the sky in splatters of pinks, purples and blues.  I’m not sure if it’s our location on this cliff or if the sunrises are like this everywhere in the Northern Territory (they certainly aren’t this beautiful in Sydney) but this is the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen.

“Wow, Jackson.  It’s absolutely awe inspiring.  It’s … like nothing I’ve ever seen,” my voice full of veneration.  “I can see why you love it.  Why’d you decide to bring me here?  I mean, if you’ve never brought anyone here before, why me?”

“I wanted to share it with you.  I told you I’d prove to you I wasn’t who you thought I was, and this is part of me showing you.  Honestly, I’ve never wanted to bring anyone else here, ever.  Then last night you mentioned seeing the rest of the property and I just knew I had to bring you here.”

“I’m glad you did,” I smile and snuggle into him.

We sit for the next forty five minutes or so sipping our coffees and watching as the sun fully makes its appearance.

“Did you like it?” Jackson asks as we make our way back to the hanger in the chopper.  The tone of his voice tells me he already knows the answer – he sounds cocky and sure.  As much as I would like to lie and clear his voice of that sexy arrogant tone, I can’t do it.

“Like it? I
loved
it.  I hope I have the chance to see it again,” I say, adding the last part softly and a part of me hopes he didn’t hear it.

“You will,” is his reply.

“Do you have anything on today?”

“Not until later this afternoon; I’ve got a shift at four.”  I reply.  We’re sitting at Jackson’s table, having just eaten our breakfast of creamy oats with brown sugar.  I haven’t had oats like this since I was kid and they’re just as I remembered – delicious.

“Knock, knock,” a voice calls at the same time Jackson’s front door opens.  A middle aged Aboriginal man fills the doorway.

“Hey, mate,”

“Hey, Jack.  Sorry to interrupt, mate.  Just wanted to let you know I was going to jump on the tractor.  I’ll plow the seven eighties paddock today.”

“No worries.  Did you get Clear View prepped yesterday?”