Boot Scootin' Booty Call (2 page)

“I’m Jack.”

“You from around here, Jack?” Kayla glanced at Jack’s calloused fingers and warmth reached out to singe her nipples at the thought of his roughened tips sliding over her flesh.

“Yeah, you?”

“Depends. Want to get to know me?” She placed the cigarette back between his lips and ran her hands up his hard thighs, stopping short of sending her fingertips over his visible hard-on.

“How well?”

“As well as your imagination allows, Jack.”

Jack placed the Marlboro on the edge of the dented blue tin ash tray that sat beside his beer bottle and shot her a half-cocked grin. “Want a drink?”

“Sure.” Kayla ran a finger along his stubbly jaw. “We have all night. Crown Royal, straight up, lemon.”

With that Kayla slid off the stool and paraded to the flashing jukebox in the corner. She leaned over pretending to inspect the selections, knowing Jack was staring at her, that he was seeing the cheeks of her ass peering out from beneath her skirt. Bare cheeks she longed to have his hands grabbing as she sat straddling him. Or better yet, cheeks she wanted him to spank while she leaned over his vehicle. Kayla swallowed a groan at the image as liquid heat puddled low in her belly. Deciding the dirty old men in the room had been given ample time to get an eyeful, she stood up drawing a few coins from the tiny purse hanging off her shoulder and eased them into the shiny, silver slot.

The soulful notes of a country ballad drifted into the air as Kayla turned and paraded back to her seat. She took the tumbler the bartender left for her off the bar, downed the contents, and licked her lips making damn sure Jack saw her. She wanted to taste him, salty, bitter and sweet. She wanted thick beads of him shot across her mouth purposely for her consumption. Her eyes gleaming and her pulse fluttering, Kayla took Jack’s calloused hands and led him to the tiny dance floor.

Kayla wrapped her arms around Jack's middle and let him pull her into his frame.

His hands moved down her back and landed on her ass, holding her captive. When she squirmed, a deep rumble of laughter vibrated against her cheek adding a shiver to her squirm. Possessive bastard, she thought with a smile tugging her lips. Jack’s heart thundered, beckoning hers to join its rhythm.

He smelled of clean air, sunshine, and something akin to fall. He was earthy and Kayla longed to lick him, to savor every inch of his weathered skin. A subtle heat crept along her skin starting at her belly and working its way down her legs and upward, razing her puckered nipples. Jack’s hard-on twitched beneath the zipper of his jeans, tapping her stomach as if begging for entrance. Responding to his feral call, Kayla’s clit swelled and a thick wetness erupted from between her legs threatening to slide down her thighs for all to see.

The music enveloped them, cocooning them from everything going on around them. The only thing that existed was the two of them. One of Jack’s hands ran up her back and found its way into her hair, twisting and pulling until her head tilted allowing him access to her throat. Kayla was left vulnerable to him. Leaning down, he ran his tongue along it, sending an invisible flame racing toward her ear where his teeth soon were nibbling, teasing. Then he was whispering.

“Where would you like to go?” he rasped. “Your place? A hotel?”

“Neither,” Kayla answered, opening her eyes to see his darkened with desire.

“Outside.”

“Aren’t you afraid someone might see us there?” Jack asked, searching her eyes, a flicker of hunger swirling in his.

“No. In fact, the thought that they might turns me on,” Kayla said, testing the waters.

“I see. A bit of exhibitionism.” Jack tightened his grip on hair and tugged. “What else are you not afraid of, you little minx?”

“Getting what I need,” Kayla told him, her throat constricted with desire.

“Just how deeply does the bad girl in you run?” Jack growled.

“Pretty damn deep. Sir?” With that Kayla fell into her role. She’d hit pay dirt. The protective look of ownership in Jack’s eyes said it all.

“That’s right, minx. Sir.” Jack’s free hand let go of her ass. His fingers skimmed the hem of her lethal length skirt then shot underneath the edge, teasing the crease between her cheek and thigh. “Mmm. One sweet little ass, minx. My ass.” He tapped it with a sharp swat and Kayla thought she might melt right there. “I’m not the only one that noticed either.”

“I know, Sir,” she answered with her eyes averted. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like for others to see how beautiful my woman is. Just so long as they don't touch.”

His woman.
Kayla shuddered.

A wicked grin spread across Jack’s face as he unfurled his arms and took her hand in his. He led her from the floor, through the maze of tables and out a side door.

He paused and looked around. A midnight black Ford F-250 sat in the shadow of an oak tree at the back of the side lot. He headed in that direction, Kayla’s heels keeping time with the sound of his boots thudding against the hard packed dirt.

Jack stopped short beside the back end of the truck and shoved Kayla into the cold metal, working his way between her legs, pushing into her. The rough material of his jeans teased her pulsing flesh, further driving her need for fulfillment. He rested his hands above her on the side rail of the truck bed and descended on her lips, taking them under his, teasing, prying them apart and sending his tongue along hers.

He tasted of hops with a hint of the honeyed essence that was his alone.

Moaning, Kayla gave over to his assault and ran her hands up his chest only to have him nip her bottom lip and take her wrists in one of his big hands.

“Did I tell you to touch me, minx?” Jack pulled the tiny handbag off her shoulder and tossed it over the side of the truck where it landed with a weak thump.

Disappointment and regret filled Kayla. She knew better but she needed to feel his skin, memorize its every ripple.

“No, Sir,” she whispered.

“Lace them behind your head,” Jack told her, resuming the assault he’d started with his lips. When he moved from her mouth and found her throat, Kayla’s pulse raced.

“Do you have a safe word, minx?” he asked into her hair as he worked the buttons open on her shirt.

“Yes, Sir.”

“What is it?”

“Comet, Sir,” Kayla told him, remembering the night she’d been given that word.

The first time she’d submitted had been on a camping trip and there was a meteor shower. Just before her Dom lashed her arms over her head to a low hanging branch beneath the fire storm in the sky, he’d provided her the word comet and she’d used it ever since.

“If anything we do becomes too much for you emotionally or physically, you may use comet. If you’re overwhelmed but want to continue you may use yellow. I’ll slow down or change what we’re doing. Do you understand, Kayla?” Jack unsnapped the front of her bra setting her breasts free.

“Yes, I understand, Sir.”

“Good.” Jack set his hands over her breasts, palming them then taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He twisted and pinched drawing a sharp gasp out of Kayla. He might as well have been twisting and pinching her clit because it was there that the burning pain settled, driving her need. “Very pretty,” he told her as her nipples stood erect.

He bent and licked each one then blew his warm breath across them. Before they dried, Jack took her left peak between his teeth and worked his jaw sideways, razing the tender flesh, sending a stinging heat out across every fiber of Kayla’s being.

Shit.
Whimpering, she arched into him, silently begging for more only to have him draw back and leave her void. Without a word he spun her, placed her hands on the side of the truck and pulled her lower half out leaving her ass jutting in the air. He pushed one knee between her legs and spread her open as he pushed her skirt up over her ass cheeks.

“So soft,” Jack murmured, tracing his fingers over her exposed skin then trailing down the crease of her ass. Finding her pussy, Jack dove into her and Kayla surged forward only to have Jack’s free hand come down on her with a loud pop. “Be still, minx.”

Kayla clutched the edge of the truck bed groaning as Jack explored her.
There,
dear God.
His fingers brushed over her g-spot and her womb clenched.
More. Please, Sir,
more.
She wanted to wiggle beneath his grip just so he'd strike her again but opted for control. Kayla wanted Jack’s praise, not his wrath. With her breath coming in choppy gasps, Jack pulled his fingers away, bent down and bit her ass.

“Damn it!” Kayla jumped, knowing full well what would come.

“Excuse me?” Jack chuckled behind her, rubbing his hands over her cheeks.

“What did you say?”

“I said, damn it, Sir.”
You sadistic ass.
She inhaled sharply when his palm met her flesh, and then moaned when he massaged the area he’d just assaulted. Before the burn subsided, his hand came down again on the other cheek, sending her clit into a frenzy of pulses. With her pussy clenching, Kayla wiggled and pushed her ass up higher needing the next blow.

“Don’t you come, Kayla,” Jack said clearly aware of how close she was. “If you start to I’ll stop and wait until you can control yourself then I’ll reach in the truck bed, find my flogger and we’ll start all over again.”

Is that supposed to be punishment?
Kayla would've laughed if fat tears hadn’t been running down her face. Then Jack slapped her again, harder, and it was all Kayla could do to will her orgasm to stay at bay. She took a deep, shaky breath and whined trying to please him. With Kayla on the brink of flying apart, Jack stopped completely.

“You’re a good girl, Kayla,” he praised, running his hands up her back. “Now stay here and don’t move.”

With her ass stinging like she’d fallen naked into a bramble bush, Kayla clung to a thin thread wishing Jack would hurry up. As her body smoldered, she heard the distinctive clack of the truck’s tailgate being lowered. Jack returned and took her by the hand before leading her to the back of the truck where he helped her onto the gate.

He’d spread a blanket. Thoughtful. Truck beds could play hell on a person’s body. Kayla wasn’t really into big black and blue bruises, especially those born of anything less than pleasurable pain.

“On your back and turn around,” Jack directed her as he unbuckled his belt and ripped open his button fly. “That’s good, minx,” he said as she lay back and placed her head in the palm of his hand.

Jack eased Kayla back and her head dangled backward off the tailgate. Her bra and shirt hung wide open and her breasts jutted into the chilly night air. One of Jack’s hands supported her neck while the other ran over her nipples. At least from this angle they looked pretty. Pert and perky. From this angle Kayla was eighteen, not thirty-eight.

“I think you need some jewelry,” Jack told her, rolling one nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

He pulled his toy bag forward and somehow managed to open it with one hand as he retrieved a set of adjustable nipple clamps. With a perfect view of Jack’s attentions to her breasts, cold waves of anticipation rolled over Kayla. He pulled her head more level and leaned over her. Swirling his tongue over one nipple, he drew it between his lips and sucked hard until it shrank into a pebble in his mouth. Before it had time to distend back, Jack slid a clamp over it and applied increasing pressure until Kayla hissed over clenched teeth.

“Perfect,” Jack determined, then treated the other nipple the same. After flipping his forefinger against each clip and smiling at her reaction, he lowered her head back below his waist. Guiding his engorged cock over her lips, he brushed them with his head. “You have a beautiful mouth, Kayla. Open up, sugar.”

Kayla obeyed and Jack slid his cock past her lips, over her tongue and down her throat. She reached out and took the tailgate cables in her hands, gripping tightly as Jack filled her mouth and throat until she couldn’t breathe. Between thrusts Jack reached out to flick the clamps on her breasts sending singeing zips of electricity straight to Kayla’s pussy. With each tug of pain, Kayla moaned over Jack’s cock and razed it with her teeth. Her clit throbbed, aching for Jack to touch it. When he gasped for air and his cock tightened in her mouth, Kayla prepared for him to fill her with his ejaculation. But before he came, Jack pulled out of her. The first rope of his cum fell on her lips then he took aim and sprayed her breasts with his release. With the back of her head still in his palm, Jack leaned on the gate with the other, heaving for air and chuckling in between breaths. With blood starting to rush to her head, Kayla smiled and licked her lips waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

“Up you go,” Jack told Kayla as his breathing steadied and he helped her sit.

“Turn around.”

Kayla spun on her butt until she faced Jack, her legs hanging over the edge of her perch. The sound of the zipper on her left boot broke the static filled silence sending a new wave of heat up Kayla’s thighs and belly. What the hell was it about the sound of a zipper anyway? Jack tugged the boot off and tossed it into the bed of the truck then set to attacking her leg with his mouth. Nibbling, licking, biting, he made his way from the back of her knee across her calf and ended at her ankle where he sucked until her toes curled up.

Dear God, Sir, suck my pussy like that. Please.

Clutching fists full of the blanket, Kayla moaned and tilted her head back. Jack apparently knew what he was doing to her and laughed low at her predicament.

“Such control, Kayla. Good,” Jack said, unzipping her other boot. “You deserve to be rewarded.”

Jack left her sitting with her legs dangling while he rummaged through his toy bag. After pulling out two black leather leg straps, he left his bag within reaching distance and went to work binding Kayla. She lay back when he told her to and watched him warp one strap around her right thigh then pull it back and to the side securing it to the truck’s bed rail. With a bit of cinching, her leg hung limp and immobile. Jack tugged her ass to the very edge of the gate and an overwhelming sense of being suspended in mid-air washed over Kayla as she sat precariously on the lip of the truck’s bed. Once Jack secured her other leg and cinched it back, Kayla lay with her pussy tilted high in the air completely exposed and at his disposal.