Chapter 14

Chapter

Fourteen

W illa took his laptop and put it on the couch next to him. Taking a pillow and placing it on the coffee table, she sat on it between his legs, then placed her hands on his thighs and leaned over to kiss him.

“Can the business portion of the day be done now?”

“Sure.” He grinned. “What did you have in mind?”

“I thought I’d suck your dick, then make you fuck me once it’s nice and hard.”

Mac laughed. “You did, did you?”

She nodded.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Mac pulled the coffee table’s top up and toward him on its hinges until the apex between Willa’s thighs were at face level. He lifted her up off the pillows enough to slide her leggings down and off, then pulled her sweater over her head and unfastened her bra, leaving her completely naked.

“Mac…”

“Willa, I told you I had a lot of time and honey lost while we were apart. Spread your legs, Cowgirl. I intend to have some right now.”

He ran his hands up her thighs, pressing his thumbs along the insides, gently pulling her legs apart. His smile grew broader as he exposed her swollen outer lips and saw the dewy moisture gathering at her entrance.

“At some point, Cowgirl, we’re going to have to have a rule when we’re home. If you’re wet, I need to know. Lie back, baby…”

“But, Mac, I was going to?—”

“Do as you’re told. That’s what you were going to do. Don’t think just because you’re going with us and will be doing the tracking means you’re taking the lead. You’re still under my authority. Now, lie back and be a good girl while I eat my fill. Then we’ll talk about whether or not you get to suck my cock.”

W illa followed his instructions, feeling very vulnerable and exposed and, at the same time, very safe. She was naked on a table, lifted so he could feast on her while he was still fully clothed. Mac wasted no time sucking her clit into his mouth and using his tongue to flick the end. Willa grabbed the edge of the table and gyrated her hips as he used his mouth to stimulate her. Mac moved forward, lifting her legs over his shoulders and wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs to hold her in place.

Willa called his name as she came from his talented oral skills. As her body began to return to reality, Mac moved his head down until he was licking her labia. With one of his thumbs, he applied pressure to her clit as his tongue darted into her pussy, licking and lapping up her feminine juices.

“Jesus, Mac,” she cried as she came again, squirming and writhing under the onslaught of his mouth. Willa tried sitting up, but Mac nipped her.

“Down,” he growled.

She was helpless to do anything other than respond. Nuzzling her, he stimulated her clit and her cunt, pulling her forward, so her butt was hanging off the edge of the table. His hand went under her to fondle her ass, and she felt his finger slide between her lower cheeks and press against her bottom hole, the new sensation sending her over the edge again.

Up on her elbows, she looked at him, resting his chin on her mons. He greatly resembled the proverbial cat who had gotten his fill of cream.

“What the hell?”

“Merely doing a little exploring. I think we might want to experiment with that.”

“I don’t think so?—”

“You can choose to pass in most instances, but my guess is I may find it a useful adjunct to spanking your pretty bottom. A plug or a finger, not to mention a man’s cock, can go a long way in convincing a naughty cowgirl to behave.”

When she protested, he shushed her, then moved the top of the coffee table back into position and helped her sit up. Standing, put the large bulge in his jeans right at her eye level.

“Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” he asked seductively.

She smiled provocatively and nodded as she opened his fly and released his completely erect cock. Willa licked her lips, and Mac grasped her head as he pushed his cock past her lips. This was one of the things she remembered so well about him. She didn’t so much as go down on him as he fucked her mouth. Slowly, he thrust in and out as he massaged her head. She grasped his strong buttocks and relaxed her jaw and throat, so he could stroke deeply. All she could hear were his moans of pleasure and her wet sucking and licking.

Willa reached between his legs and fondled his balls, his groan letting her know he was enjoying her attention. The question was, would he come where he was, allowing her to taste and swallow him? He’d never much cared for that, preferring to mount her and finish in her pussy. As she began to taste his pre-cum, predictably, he pulled out.

In the past, he’d usually taken her by the hand to their bed and once there, gone to work on her, causing her to climax again. This time, he grasped her by the hair, drawing her off the table and over the back of the couch. He wasted no time mounting her from behind, thrusting deep. She cried out and came. He pumped faster, fucking her through a second orgasm before coming with her on her third one.

Mac stayed coupled with her and ran his hands down her flanks, kissing her shoulders and nibbling on the nape of her neck. His hands came around to squeeze her breasts gently, then pinched her nipples with a bit more force. He groaned again as he uncoupled from her.

“Mac.” His name came out as a sigh.

He ran his hand lightly over her rump before fingering her dark entrance again. The sensation was new and felt wrong but in the most delightfully sensual way. This time, she offered him no protest as he applied a bit of pressure, and her tight ring of muscle gave way to his gentle probing. It was not totally unpleasant, and her pussy became wetter. She was certain Mac could feel it, too, as he used his other hand to finger her pussy. Surprising herself, Willa came again.

He leaned down to kiss her. “Somehow, I don’t think you dislike that quite as much as you’d like me to believe.”

Mac inserted two fingers and stroked her dark channel as he had her pussy. Rhythmically, he thrust in and out, and Willa responded in a way she had never thought she might. She had always avoided having a man focus any attention there, and certainly, this was the first time she’d experienced any pleasure.

She could feel Mac’s cock harden and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he wanted to breach her dark hole. Where she had always denied any man that level of dominance, with Mac, it seemed natural, and she wanted him to take her in a way that would enhance her submission to him.

“Do I have your full and undivided attention?”

She giggled. “You are not going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Probably not. I think having you underneath me when I want your complete attention to tell you something important is probably going to be a good way to go about it.”

She sighed deeply and raised slightly on her knees, offering her ass to him for his taking. She knew he recognized the invitation. He removed his fingers.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, Mac. Please? I want you to take me there, where no one ever has.”

He kneeled squarely behind her and spread her cheeks. The head of his engorged cock poked at her secret place, and her tight muscles contracted around it. Mac pressed forward, holding her hips to steady her.

“Breathe, Willa, just relax. I’ve got you.”

Instinctively, she tried to move away, but his grip held her still. Relentlessly, he pressed forward, stretching her in a way she’d never felt before. The pain was burning but fleeting as it gave way to endorphins surging through her body, created by this act of submission to this man and his desire.

Finally, he sank all the way to his depth. Seated, he stilled and reached under her and played with her nipples and clit. Willa was surprised how sensitized they were. She climaxed while he did nothing more than fondle her. Well, she amended, fondled her with his cock buried in her ass.

The climax seemed to trigger an even deeper feeling than when he had mounted her. Slowly, he withdrew, then pressed forward again. Each time, he withdrew a little farther before sinking back into her.

“God, Mac,” she called between shallow and erratic breaths.

“Give to me, Willa. Accept my dominance while I cherish your submission.”

She sighed again and rocked against him, trying to keep him deep within her. His chuckle was the most deeply intimate masculine sound she had ever heard.

“That’s my good girl,” he crooned as he stroked her as her body had somehow known it wanted and needed. Grasping her hips, once again, he fucked her bottom hole, forceful without being painful. Willa enjoyed the way he made her feel full in a way she never had before. His thrusts picked up speed and power as he sought his own release. At last, on top of the other new sensations he had created, he filled her dark hole with his cum. It seemed he deposited more of himself there than he ever had in her pussy.

Willa cried out as she climaxed a last time in triumphant ecstasy at his taking. His claiming her ass had been humbling yet empowering. Giving him that act of submission, acknowledging her body belonged to him, was a gift she knew he would safeguard and treasure.

He kissed her again and played with her nipples as he eased out of her.

“We probably ought to eat something,” she said.

“When this case is over, I want you to pick a fancy restaurant, and we’ll go out.”

Mac walked into the bath, and she could hear the water run.He returned, wiping himself down. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her tits against him.

“I don’t care about fancy. I’d rather be home naked with you and having you feast on me.”

“My kind of woman,” he laughed. “You’d better get dressed.”

“You’re the one who stripped my clothes off. Perhaps you should help me into them.”

“Never happen. I’ll tolerate you putting on clothes, but I will never participate.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted one of those corsets that lace up in the back…”

“I might make the occasional exception. The idea of you laid out on a table in a corset has some appeal.”

“Yeah? Anything else?” She laughed, genuinely enjoying being with him again, not only fucking him but being in his presence.

“If I tell you, you’ll just tell me I am one sick son of a bitch.”

“I already think you’re depraved… and thank God for it.”

“Those black doeskin chaps you have?”

She nodded.

“I’ve always thought they were sexy and would love to see you in them.”

“You’ve seen me in them.”

“But not without anything on underneath.”

“You’re right. You are one messed-up SOB, but you’re my messed-up SOB, and I adore you.” Her quiet demeanor bespoke of the depth of feeling behind the teasing words. He pulled her to him and kissed her.

“And you’re my wanton, naughty Cowgirl. It’ll be okay, Willa. We need to catch Eastwick, then we’ll figure out the rest. But never, ever doubt my feelings for you or that I’ll ever let you go again.” He gently squeezed her still-tender bottom. “Now, put some clothes on. I need to check in with John one more time tonight and figure out when we need to leave. Why don’t you start supper, and we’ll make it an early night?”

“Mac?”

He looked at her.

“You are planning to fuck me again tonight, aren’t you?”

“That I am.” He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Any objection?”

“None whatsoever. Just checking.”

W illa wandered into the kitchen and started pulling items from the pantry and fridge—cilantro, peppers, onions, and the like. It appeared she was putting together something southwestern. Among other things, Mac had missed Willa’s cooking. She was an excellent chef and enjoyed watching people appreciate her food.

“Mac,” John said, answering his call. “How go things?”

“Better than you can possibly imagine.”

“I don’t know, I have a pretty vivid imagination. When this is done, Mandy insists the four of us go out for dinner.”

“That can be arranged. Hopefully, we’ll have something more to celebrate than our catching Eastwick.”

“Maybe something along the lines of a certain US Marshal finally lassoing and hog-tying a certain cowgirl-chef of my acquaintance?”

“That would be the plan.”

“Damn, that is the best news I’ve had in a month of Sundays.”

“Don’t tell Mandy. She’ll tell Willa, and I haven’t told her the whole plan yet.”

“Planning to ask or tell?”

“I’ll try asking, but if I don’t get the answer I want, I’ll be doing some telling.”

John laughed. “Did I ever tell you how I got Mandy to say yes?”

“I always assumed you went down on one knee, proposed, and she agreed.”

“Hardly.” John snorted. “As you might remember, we hadn’t been seeing each other all that long, but I knew we were meant to be together. I thought we had pretty much lined things up the way they are, the way they’re supposed to be, and told her I loved her. She informed me, ever so coolly, that while she greatly enjoyed being with me, she couldn’t see making a life with me. That’s when she snatched my keys and took my truck. We picked up the ring, and you dropped me at her place. I pulled her over my knee and paddled her cute little butt until she agreed to be my wife.”

Mac laughed at the imagined sight.

“I put her on her knees in front of me and put her ring on her finger. I told her later, I’d better never see her without it on, and unless she had a damn good reason for taking it off, I’d spank her even harder until it was back where it belonged.”

“I take it the ring has never come off?”

“Only one time. She was pissed, so she took it off and threw it at me. That’s the one and only time she’s ever done that. Most of the time, my Mandy’s a good girl. I don’t think your Willa will be that easy.”

“Maybe not, but I plan to do whatever it takes to make this work and keep her safe and loved. Did you get that Kevlar vest for her?”

“I did. I’ll have it with me in the morning. You guys are about four hours from us. Mandy said she could make burritos.”

“Let’s plan to meet about six-thirty, and we can all eat, grab some coffee, and be ready to ride by seven. The sun should be up enough, Willa can see to track.” Mac sighed.

“She’s the best, Mac. We’ll keep her safe.”

“I know. We’ll see you in the morning.”