Texas Kissing (27 page)

I gulped. It
should
have been scary—
was
scary, in a way. A huge guy like Bull, angry as hell, pinning me to my seat in the middle of nowhere. And yet….

And yet I knew he’d never, ever hurt me. I knew it in the way I knew the sun would rise in the morning. We stared at one another, both of us panting. The hot throb of his hand through my t-shirt, the way my breasts pressed softly against the heel of his hand. I could see the need in his eyes, only just restrained by his anger. The thought that I was doing that, that I could defuse even a raging Bull’s anger, made me swell with pride. But at the same time, I could feel myself melting and weakening inside—when I was this turned on, lying was impossible. I was ready to tell him anything if he’d just move that hand down and left a little.

“His name’s Calahan,” I said. “He’s FBI.”

Bull gripped my upper arm with his other hand. His anger was gone, replaced with concern. “He’s after you for the passports?”

I stared at him. Of course he’d assume that. Why else would an FBI agent be hounding me? Calahan didn’t have any idea what I did for a living, but Bull didn’t know that. My heart lifted. Here was exactly the explanation I needed!

Unless...unless I told him the truth. I bit my lip, hesitating for a second...

No. If I told him about my uncle, he’d want me to do the right thing and testify. He’d do the noble thing and send me off to witness protection and never see me again, just so that I could finally stop running.

Well, the hell with that.

“Yeah,” I lied. “The passports.”

His gaze hardened. “Ain’t no man on earth gonna put my girl behind bars.”

My heart gave a frantic little
boom-boom.
His sheer, hard-headed stubbornness was endearing—he was ready to take on the world for me. “Thank you,” I told him. I tried to make it light, but it came out a little choked.
What happened to badass, independent Lily?
This guy just turned me to mush every single time. “But it’s okay. I made a deal with him.”

He nodded, relieved.

My brain was working overtime.
If I can just keep the two of them apart...
Calahan would go home and Bull would be none the wiser.

And somewhere, far away, maybe my uncle would go free.
That’s not my fault! I can’t go back there—I just can’t!
I pushed the guilt down inside and thought hard. Calahan didn’t know where I lived, but he’d have no problem finding Bull’s trailer. And if he came round that evening to try to convince me again, he might say something to Bull before I could stop him. “Could we maybe get out of town for a night?” I asked. “I don’t want to run into him again.”

Bull nodded and then smiled. “I know just the place. It’s perfect.” His mood was picking up and I realized it was because he thought I’d finally told him the truth. The guilt welled up inside me again.
It’s for his own good,
I told myself. It didn’t make it feel any better.

But then Bull brushed his hand through my hair, so gentle despite his size.
I can’t give this up,
I thought, the emotion swelling up inside me.
Not to put my uncle away. Not for anything.
And then I couldn’t fight it any longer—I
had
to kiss him.

I grabbed Bull’s cheeks in my hands and dragged his face to mine. He jerked in surprise for an instant, not used to a woman taking the lead. Then I felt him grin against my lips and he was pushing and probing hungrily, his lips forcing mine apart, the hardness and power of him against my softness. I panted faster, letting my head go back against the headrest. His arm folded against me, his wrist and muscled forearm between my breasts, and I groaned as they throbbed and ached, desperate to be touched.

Bull had killed the engine when he pulled over and, without the air-con, we were sitting in a glass and steel box on a scorching hot morning. I could feel the temperature rising second by second, but I didn’t care. My hands went around Bull’s shoulders—God, I couldn’t even get my hands to meet around him! I clutched him to me, tracing the shape of his muscles.

I put my hand on his cheek. The size of him, the
solidness
of him always calmed me. I felt my heart slowing. I hugged him, pulling him close. I had a plan, now, and I always felt better when I had a plan.
Everything is going to be okay.

For a few seconds, it was just tender. But with the air conditioning off, the temperature was rising and we seemed to throb heat into one another. We started to kiss and then move, almost unconsciously, a slow, sinuous grind. Slow, but getting faster. I became aware of my breasts, squashed against his chest, my nipples hardening. And of how the bulge at his crotch was swelling and pressing against my hip....

Bull suddenly growled, grabbed my hips, and lifted me up out of my seat, handling me as if I weighed nothing at all. He twisted around and sat down in the driver’s seat with me astride him. He reached under his seat, pulled a lever, and slid his seat back to give us room.

Then I realized what he wanted room
for.

“We can’t,” I said. “Not
here!”
I twisted and looked out of the window at the road beside us. Anyone passing by could glance straight in.

“Fuck ‘em,” growled Bull, and hauled my t-shirt up around my neck. I yelped as I was suddenly bared. It was getting seriously hot in the pickup, now, the sun blasting in through the windows and baking the air. I could feel the sweat slippery on my back as he deftly unhooked my bra and pushed it up and then his hot hands were squeezing my breasts, thumbs rubbing across my nipples. My fear of being seen rapidly slipped away. I threw my head back in pleasure, my face almost up against the ceiling.
God!

I was wearing a short denim skirt so my bare legs were against his jeans. I’d had to open my knees wide to sit astride him, especially since his own legs were open a little. That meant that my pussy was suspended above his crotch with just air beneath it. I found myself grinding my hips instinctively, trying to find friction where there was none.

He noticed. Taking his hands from my breasts, he shoved one of them roughly down between our bodies. I cried out as his fingers found the stretched-tight cotton of my panties, massaging lips that were already slickly wet. His other hand pressed on my sweat-wet back, tipping me forward, and his mouth engulfed the tip of my breast, his tongue lashing my nipple. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. The sucking wetness was a new source of heat, throbbing through my breast and down into my core, making me grind against his hand.

He rubbed more firmly. He couldn’t speak, with my breast in his mouth, but he rubbed so deliberately, working the damp fabric against my lips, that I knew exactly what he meant.
You’re wet for me,
he was saying. I flushed and ground harder against him.

He moved his mouth to my other breast and slid his hand up my back to the nape of my neck, gathering my hair into a rope and using it to tug my head back and expose my throat. His mouth worked hungrily up my body, from my breast to my neck and up along my jaw line, leaving me gasping. He used my hair as a handle, gently but firmly guiding me to where he wanted me, while his lips left little explosions of pleasure all the way to my ear.

I shuddered, back arched and tight as a bow, as he nipped my earlobe with his teeth. Sweat was trickling down my front, running in rivulets between my breasts. But no way was I going to stop, even for a second, to fire up the air conditioning.

Under my skirt, his fingers nudged aside the edge of my panties. My lips were already held open for him by my position, presenting me to him like a sacrificial offering. He speared up into me with two thick fingers and I groaned in delight, rolling my hips. I could feel my tightness stretching around every knobbly inch in just the right way.
God!

He started to pump me like that, returning his mouth to my breast at the same time. I could feel how hot he was getting, too, his whole body throbbing with it, as if I was atop a huge, sun-warmed granite statue. His thumb found my clit and I gasped, trying to climb up his body, clawing at his back. He chuckled, making his tongue do amazing things to my nipple.

My hips traced circles in the air as his fingers thrust slowly back and forth. The sweat was pouring off both of us, our clothes just an inconvenience, now. I panted into his ear, my hands cupping and massaging his shoulders through his shirt. His skilled fingers took me higher and higher, spiraling towards a climax. His mouth on my breast was like a furnace, pouring more heat into me, while his other hand on my cheek completed the circuit. I felt as if my whole body was melting away until only the feelings remained.

His thumb circled my clit, getting faster. His fingers
pushed
and
pulled...
so
deep
and then suddenly they
hooked—

I bit my lip, sinking my fingers deep into the muscles of Bull’s shoulders. My whole body went rigid and my sneakers clattered against the steering wheel. My whole body rippled as wave after wave of pleasure went through me. Then I slumped, sweat-soaked and exhausted, atop him.

I was barely aware of him lifting me, or of him unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. But I woke up fast when he lowered me again and I felt the thick, rubbery head press against my lips. He’d stretched my panties to one side with his hand. I opened my eyes, having to blink several times before I could focus on him. He was looking up at me with raw, undisguised lust. And, I realized, I was looking back at him with exactly the same expression.

He lowered me onto him and I groaned as he split me apart, driving up into me. I was so wet that he entered me easily, despite his size. His hands slid down my back and grasped the cheeks of my ass through my skirt, then flipped it up so that he could hold me skin-on-skin.

He adjusted our angle and then pushed up with his hips as he guided me down and—
Ohhh...
he slid right up into me, stretching me exquisitely. It really did feel different without a condom—hotter and more real, and I could feel the satiny texture of him that a condom concealed...I rocked forward atop him and had to bite at his shoulder to keep from screaming, it felt so good.

I knew that this position was meant to be all about the woman taking control, setting the pace and fucking their man with powerful thrusts of her perfectly gym-toned thighs—
Yeah! Girl Power!
But my legs were so shaky and weak from my orgasm that I didn’t have a hope of powering myself anywhere, even if they
had
been gym-toned.

It didn’t matter, though, because this was Bull. His hands tightened on my ass cheeks, then started to rhythmically squeeze me there as he lifted and lowered me. I groaned as I felt him slide from me, moving easily on my wetness, then plunge back into me, filling me in a way that made molten silver erupt in the dark heat inside me.

I was like a doll in his hands, his to do with as he pleased, and all I could do was tangle my hands into his hair and use my thumbs to wipe the sweat from his brow as he built up the pace. Each sudden lift made my breasts bounce and shake, sending ripples through my rising pleasure and making me ache inside with the need to be filled again. We were still touching but we were
too—far—apart
and I’d grind my teeth and moan. Each powerful push downward flattened my ass against his thighs, his cock plunging into me to the very root, our groins grinding together until we were as close as it’s possible for two people to be.

I leaned forward and gasped as my clit started to rub against him with each thrust. My building climax started to rocket upward. And now my breasts were dragging along the front of his shirt each time he lifted me, making me squirm and raggedly pant. I traced my hands down his arms, loving the way his muscles bulged as he lifted me.

I was thumping up and down atop him, now, vaguely aware of the pickup rocking on its suspension and of just how exposed we were, out here by the side of the road. But my eyes were tight closed, my orgasm close. I didn’t care if anyone could hear or see. I just cared about what he was doing to me, my huge, rock-hard cowboy
stud
, his cock naked and throbbing inside me—

God, naked!
It was dirtier, somehow, filthier and more exciting. Everything was hidden by my skirt, but I could visualize his balls beneath me, heavy with seed and ready to—
God!

There was something primal about it. Something I couldn’t quite explain, but it was a turn on like nothing else. I felt myself spinning out of control, as if someone had flipped a switch and multiplied my arousal by a factor of ten.

I clung to him even harder. My ass was bouncing hard on his thighs, my nipples like pebbles against his wet, clinging shirt. I could barely breathe, my hair sticking to my damp forehead and my whole body shining with sweat. But all I cared about was that beautiful friction inside me, the feel of
him
driving up into me, making me his.

My orgasm was on top of me, taking control. It made me put my lips to his ear and gasp, “
Do it.”

Hearing myself say those two words sent me over the edge and it nudged Bull past the point of no return, too. He grunted, pounded me up and down even faster for a few strokes, and then rammed me hard down onto him, until his cock was throbbing at my very limits. I was already shuddering and bucking atop him from my own climax when I felt the first thick jet of his seed erupt inside me. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed myself to his chest as I felt the hot spurts continue, each one making me tremble. I felt as if my whole body was welcoming him in, draining every drop from him.