Page 32 of Embers of You (Amity #1)

Sutton

After riding Sandy for a little while, I don’t feel worried about her taking off underneath me anymore.

I can tell how sore my thighs are going to be from squeezing so tightly and working muscles that have rarely worked.

I get off the horse with Jameson’s help, the warmth of his hands burns through my clothes as he helps me down.

I go to remove his hat from my head, but he stops me.

“Keep it on for now.” He winks, taking Sandy’s reins and guiding her out of the arena.

“You know, I’ve heard something before about a cowboy and his hat.” I follow him into the barn.

“Yeah? What’s that?” I hear the humor in his tone.

“You know.” I shrug.

“No, I think you need to enlighten me.” He looks back at me with a grin.

“It’s like a claiming thing or something,” I look around for the dogs, regretting saying anything.

“Or something.” Jameson chuckles while getting the saddle and everything off Sandy. He walks her over to another spot and takes the rope attached to her halter, looping it through a metal ring and then tying a knot that looks extremely elaborate.

“You really are a cowboy, aren’t you?”

“Hardly,” he breathes, humorously.

“The hat, the horses, the rope. All signs point to a classic cowboy to me.”

He looks at the rope he just tied, then up to me. “That’s nothing.”

I raise an eyebrow at him.

He moves closer, crowding me against the stall door.

I look up into his eyes, the blue has darkened the same way they did when he was at my house.

The day he touched me. The day I’ll never be able to forget because of how good he made me feel.

And with the way he’s against me right now, my body responds immediately.

My heart rate quickens and my thighs squeeze together, especially when my back hits the stall and Jameson leans toward me with his hands pressed against the wood.

“I could use some of this rope on you, make sure you couldn’t run away from me again.”

I suck in a quick breath. My body really likes the sound of that. “W-Why?” I manage to squeak out the single word. It’s the only word I’m able to say, even though the word I should be saying is, “ yes. ”

“I could tie you up, and leave you here for hours. Edging you for as long as I want until you don’t think you could take any more. Then I would keep going and only let you come when I think you’re desperate enough to deserve it.”

I’m unable to hide my gasp and the way I arch into him. I saw a glimpse of this other side of Jameson. The sweet man that would help anyone in need also has a dirty side to him, and it’s that side that has me ready to drop down to my knees right here, right now.

In fact, that’s exactly what I do.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slide down to my knees, not caring about the dirt on the hard ground because he’s looking at me with so much heat, like I’m the only thing he sees, and it fuels me even more.

He adjusts his hat on my head, tilting it back a bit so he can see my face. “What’re you doing?”

“Do you want me to tell you and ruin it? Or do you want me to show you?” I run my hands up his thighs to his belt, holding them there while I wait.

Jameson reaches down, gripping my chin, and rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. “Go ahead, then. But the hat stays on.”

I’m not sure what it is about that seemingly innocent sentence that has me clenching my thighs together, but he always knows just what to say to me. I work his belt open, keeping my eyes locked on his while he watches me.

He lets go of my chin, fists clenching at his side as I undo his pants and start to pull them down. I work slowly even though I’m dying to touch him.

“What if someone comes in here and catches us?” I ask, trying not to let him hear how shaky my voice is.

“That may be pretty awkward; hope it doesn’t happen.” He smirks and I hesitate with my hands on the waistband of his boxers, his dick tenting the fabric and my mouth waters at the thought of him, but getting caught has me worried.

Jameson notices, because of course he does, and he puts his hands over mine. “We’re fine, but if you want to stop you can.”

I shake my head adamantly. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to think of any negative consequences, and I don’t want to hesitate. I just want him. So I pull on the stretchy fabric enough to have his rock hard cock bob in front of me. He’s thick, and hard, and it’s all because of me.

Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump my fist once, squeezing the tip slightly and he groans.

Adjusting the hat on my head again, I look up at him and see the fire blazing in his eyes as he watches with rapt attention.

He doesn’t rush me, or push me for anything I don’t want to do.

He just looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world he wants.

And I feel the same.

I lean forward, running my tongue along the slit and tasting the salty precum there. Jameson moans even louder, and I see the strain in his arms as he holds himself back and it makes me want to push him further so he’ll completely lose control.

I like the soft, sweet Jameson. But the dirty Jameson who can control my body in ways I didn’t think were possible is who I want right now. With that thought, I wrap my mouth around the head of him, sucking him in as far as I can the first try. Which isn’t very far because the man is huge.

“Fuck, Sutton,” he groans and I smile around him, letting out a soft hum that has him jolting forward, further into my mouth from the vibration. I love the way he sounds saying my name, and moaning it is even better.

I pull back so just the tip is in my mouth before sucking him in again, keeping my hand wrapped around the part of him that I can’t fit yet. But I’m determined. I want to make him so crazy he has no option but to completely lose himself.

Flicking my tongue along the sensitive part under the tip, I pull away looking up at him. “Use me. I want it.” I open my mouth wide with my tongue out waiting for him.

“How are you so perfect?” he whispers. I want to argue that I’m not, but I’m also not wanting to ruin this moment. Not as he pushes forward, sinking into my mouth, and pushing in far enough I have to breathe through my nose not to gag around him.

His hand drops to the top of my head, where his hat still rests as he thrusts into my mouth.

I hold onto his thighs, letting him use me for his pleasure, doing exactly what I asked him to do.

And use me he does. His thrusts increase their pace, and I just hold on as he fucks my mouth moaning around him.

“Baby, I’m close,” he groans, slowing down and giving me the chance to stop, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t think I ever want him to stop. “Do you want me to come down your pretty little throat or do you want to be marked as mine?”

The way he growls the last word has me moaning, my thighs tightening trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache there.

I want whatever he’s willing to give me, but I end up pulling back, whimpering at the loss of him in my mouth.

I look up with tears streaming down my face, my rough voice answering, “Mark me as yours.”

The words seem to have the same effect on him because as soon as I pump my fist over him twice more, he’s coming with a loud groan, and I open my mouth as the salty liquid coats my skin.

It should be demeaning and gross. I shouldn’t be even more turned on knowing his ejaculate is covering my face.

Dammit, Lily.

Jameson immediately reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt off and I’m ready to climb him like a tree, but that’s not his intention. He brings the soft fabric to my face, wiping off the mess as he kneels in front of me, both concern and awe etched onto his face.

I smile at him, running my tongue along my bottom lip and tasting him. He continues to use his shirt to wipe my face and neck, letting out a low groan. “You’re so much trouble.”

I shrug. “The best kind.”

He nods, smiling. “Definitely the best kind.”

My eyes roam over his body, the chest hair dusting his pecs and the hard planes of muscles flex, and I have to bite back a moan. I’m so incredibly turned on I feel like he could touch a single part of me and I’m going to combust.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s fine you don’t have to.”

He furrows his brows at me, shaking his head. “You don’t get it. I want to take care of you.”

“I didn’t do that because I wanted something from you,” I insist.

“I know, but it doesn’t change that I want to. I want to do so much with you. You have no idea.”

I close my mouth, unsure how to reply because part of me wants to run. To thank him for the good time and get out of here. But I know I can’t always do that. Running isn’t the answer. Sometimes I need to let things happen, and maybe I need to let him in. Even if it’s just a little bit.

“Then show me,” I say softly.

He scoops me up and carries me around the back of the barn to an old tractor. He sets me down and cups my face. “I want nothing more than to strip you down and properly worship your body, but I don’t think I can wait to get you back to my house to do that.”

“I don’t either,” I tell him honestly, hooking my thumbs in my waistband so he knows he’s not the only one that’s desperate. I want to feel his hands on me. I need to. I feel like I might scream if I have to wait any longer to have him touch me.

He helps push the jeans off my legs, and I didn’t even notice that he fixed his, but they’re hanging loosely around his hips. He picks me up again, carrying me up onto the tractor with him so I’m straddling his lap.

“Hope you weren’t done riding because I’m going to need you to show me what you learned today.”

I reach down to push his jeans off enough to free his cock again, and I’m almost ashamed at how desperate I am to feel him inside me. He reaches down, sliding his fingers through my slickness and the second his fingertips graze my clit I moan, bucking my hips against him, seeking more.

“I’m already so hard for you again. What’re you doing to me?”

I can feel how true that is and I want to be impressed, but I’m so turned on that desperation is overtaking everything else. He plunges a finger into me and I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing our mouths together.

He pushes my shirt up, using his free hand to pull down my bra before moving his mouth down to my newly freed breast. He licks my nipple before sucking it into his mouth roughly at the same time he pushes another finger into me.

I’m rocking into him, seeking so much more as I gasp and cling to him tightly.

He pulls back from my nipple letting it go with a pop. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Did sucking my dick do this to you?”

I mewl in agreement, nodding as I buck against him. “More, Jameson, please.”

“ Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

My thighs are already screaming from sitting in the saddle, but I shove it all away because he’s moving me above him, positioning the head of him at my entrance and I don’t waste any time dropping down so he’s filling me completely.

Jameson muffles my cry at the sudden stretch with his mouth on mine again.

He swallows the noise and his tongue invades my mouth as I rock over him.

There’s not a lot of room on this single seat, and my legs already hurt, but the beautiful pain only adds to the intense pleasure making its way through me.

It’s so forceful; I know my release isn’t going to take long to take over completely.

He kisses me with the same ferocity as he fucks me, and I can only hold on. I rub against him every time he thrusts up into me, providing the perfect pressure to my clit while he hits a spot inside me that leaves me gasping for air.

“Come for me. I need to feel the way you squeeze and soak me. It’s your turn to mark me.” He practically growls against my lips and that’s what does it for me.

I explode around him with a sharp squeal as I tighten around him, grasping onto him as tightly as I can. I hear his words of encouragement as my orgasm racks through me. His thrusts increase in intensity as he groans, holding me tighter against him.

My release seems to go on forever, and he’s holding me so tightly, I can feel when his crashes into him, filling me up. We’re both breathing heavily, skin slicked with sweat and I don’t want to move. I drop my forehead against his, not meeting his eyes as we both catch our breath.

His hands tighten on my hips and he flexes slightly, even though I know he’s softening inside me. I’m so sensitive I let out a little sound that he catches.

“Are you okay?”

I hum in agreement, nodding against his head because I don’t think I can actually speak.

Even if I could, I wouldn’t trust my voice or whatever may come out of my mouth.

I’m sated, dazed, and I feel like I may end up saying something I’ll regret.

About him, and about how it feels when we’re together.

“As much as I would love to stay here like this for the rest of the day, I think I’d prefer to take you back to my place and help you get cleaned up.” He squeezes my hips again and I groan. I don’t want to move, but I know that the longer we stay like this the more likely we are to get caught.

I lean back and see the way he’s looking at me, like he’s worried to see my reaction, and it leaves my heart cracking in my chest. All I’ve done is run from him when he hasn’t given me a reason to.

It’s not fair to take my own trust issues out on him when all he’s done is shown me what a good guy he is.

I place my hands on his cheeks, feeling the stubble I’ve noticed he grows out when he’s not on shift, going for a clean shaven look when he is. The roughness tickles my palm and my lips lift in a small smile. “We should clean up, then maybe I’ll let you get me messy again.”

He groans, leaning into my touch. “Dammit, Sutton, you’re going to be the death of me.”

I lean forward, pressing our lips together. It should scare me how good I feel in this moment. How happy I am to be here with him, touching him, feeling him, wanting to continue spending time with him. But I don’t. Right now all I feel is content.