Chapter Twenty Nine

As Jon headed for the stairs, Billie stretched out a hand to grab a blanket off the rail as they passed. Jon looked at her in surprise.

“Cold, darlin’? I’m gonna fix that!”

“No, I’m not cold.” Billie smirked. “I just don’t want hay stuck in me - that stuff’s spiky.”

“Oh, really. And what do you want stuck in you, then?”

Smirking deliciously, Billie switched hands, holding onto Jon with the hand that had the blanket as her other hand snaked between their bodies, between her own thighs and down to his crotch. She grabbed a gentle handful of what she found there, squeezing lightly.

“This.”

“Anything for a lady.” Jon grinned.

They were halfway up the stairs, but he needed more, and he turned to pin her to the wall, driving his tongue into her mouth in a hungry kiss. Billie kept her hand on his dick, slowly massaging through his jeans until Jon broke away with a gasp.

“Enough. Jesus, you keep that up and it’s all over, Billie.”

“Awww.” She pouted, and Jon chuckled helplessly as her hand kept moving.

Groaning, trying to stop himself thrusting against her hand, Jon hitched her higher on his body, carrying her the rest of the way up into the hayloft.

“Stoppit, will ya?” He dropped her to her feet, and Billie giggled, turning to spread the blanket on a pile of soft hay.

When she turned again, Jon had stripped off his shirt, and he was standing watching her silently.

“Take off your jeans.” He purred, then chuckled. “You can keep the boots on, if you like.”

“Can’t get my jeans off past them, though.” Billie pointed out, but she quickly pulled off her boots and ditched the jeans, too.

Jon’s breathing rose to a growl as he looked at her. Yeah, she was wearing underwear this time, but it was hardly worth the bother - a tiny pink lace triangle was all he could see. He stepped up, framing her face tenderly with his hands, smiling at her. Billie smiled back, then yelped in surprise when Jon dropped his hands to her shoulders and pushed, toppling her on her back on the blanket. He stood over her, grinning, then dropped to his knees, straddling one of her legs.

Dropping forward, Jon put his hands either side of her head, and hovered over her, leaning to brush his crotch against her thigh before lowering to kiss her again. He raised his head again, his knee tight against her groin as he sat back, Billie trying not to squirm at the pressure. Jon slowly unbuttoned the loose denim shirt she wore, exposing yet more pink lace, then he pulled her gently to a sitting position, stripping her shirt all the way off and tossing it to lie on top of his on a nearby hay bale.

As Jon reached behind her, unhooking her bra, Billie took the opportunity to unfasten his jeans, slipping her hands into the waist, pushing the denim down to his thighs. Jon gasped as she bowed her head, taking just the tip of him between her lips, licking around his swollen head.

“Billie.” He breathed, but that wasn’t what he had in mind right now, so after enjoying her mouth for a moment, he pushed her down again, rising to his feet once more.

Billie lay back, watching him strip off his jeans and boots, standing naked over her. Jon reached to catch hold of her panties, pulling them down her thighs, then he grinned, one hand grabbing both her ankles, lifting her legs high so he could pull the panties all the way off.

After tossing the lace somewhere, he kept hold of her ankles, stroking his hands down her calves as he watched her bite her lip. Jon shifted his grip, one ankle in each hand as he sank to his knees, spreading Billie wide beneath him. She reached for him then, stretching both arms up to Jon.

“Please.” She whispered almost shyly, and he grinned, leaning down.

He took her slowly, easing himself in a fraction at a time, listening to her moan of pleasure as he sank so deeply inside. Raised over her on outstretched arms, Jon pulled back and thrust home again, feeling Billie bring one hand onto his ass. Her free hand reached to grab onto his hair, pulling him down, and Jon realised what she wanted, letting his body lie completely on hers, Billie moaning again as she kissed him.

Her hand was knotted into his hair, and as her fingernails dug into his butt Jon took the hint, driving into her harder and faster. Billie was whimpering, thrusting her hips against him, and Jon raised his head to look down on her.

“Scream for me.” He murmured, but she shook her head defiantly.

“No.”

It became almost a contest, Jon’s hand between her thighs, stroking her clit as his hips thrust against her, trying to force her to cry out. Billie fought it, biting hard on her lip as she came, not even sure why she was being so stubborn, because the scream was right there in the back of her throat. All she allowed herself, though, was a guttural groan of pleasure as Jon threw her into orgasm.

Gasping, panting, she realised he’d stopped moving, but he was still rock hard inside her. As she opened her eyes, tasting blood in her mouth from biting so hard on her lip, she saw him smirking at her.

“You didn’t scream.” He growled.

“No.”

“You will.” Jon promised, not quite angry, but certainly determined to get his own way.

He shocked Billie when he pulled out of her, his swollen dick glistening with her juices, then Jon grabbed her, lifting her, lifting himself to his feet and turning her around, throwing her toward the stacked bales. Before Billie could protest - or at least ask what he was doing - Jon had pushed her onto the bale where their shirts lay, pushing her forward until she was straddling the bale as though it were Drummer.

Her legs were spread wide, and Jon pushed on her shoulders until Billie leaned down, her elbows on the bale. He grabbed her hips then, Billie helpless, and he slowly drove his cock into her again from behind, her position tightening her around him and making every movement of Jon’s cock inside her slide across that especially sensitive spot that so many guys seemed clueless about.

“Oh Jesus.” Billie mumbled as Jon gave another slow, hard thrust. She’d fight it as long as she could, but she already knew he’d won.

“Scream for me.” Jon said again, and Billie could hear the tension in his low voice, the control he was exerting.

“No.” She gasped as he surprised her, slamming into her this time, tearing a groan from her throat.

“Scream for me, Billie. I want to hear you screaming my name.” Jon’s thrusts were accelerating, pounding her now, his grip on her hips all that kept her from falling forward onto the hay.

“No…….I………oh, God…….” Billie’s hands clawed into the hay as she bucked, already starting to climax again. She couldn’t stop herself, and she panted out his name. “Jon.”

“Louder, darlin’.” His voice was a strained grunt now as he reached the limit of his control, fighting himself now as every slamming thrust ripped through his senses.

“Jon.” She panted again. “Oh, sweet Jesus, Jon………Jon………Jon!”

As Billie screamed, clenching around him, bucking against his grip, Jon roared, letting go finally, his back arching as he orgasmed, hips pumping as pleasure surged through him. The strength of it buckled his knees, and he gripped harder onto Billie’s hips to stay upright, pulling out of her as the last drops escaped him, collapsing back onto the blanket and pulling Billie with him.

Billie was still moaning, her flesh still pulsing as Jon gathered her into his arms, both of them sweat-soaked and panting as they curled together on the blanket.

Slowly recovering enough of their senses to think, Billie raised her head to look at Jon, seeing the relaxed grin on his face.

“Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?” She murmured, knowing the answer.

“I knew I could make you scream.” He chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Smartass.” Billie muttered, smiling as she curled closer into his arms.

Lying back on the blanket, naked and exhausted, Jon held her close and shut his eyes, enjoying the lingering euphoria of orgasm.

Slowly raising her head again from where it was pillowed on a hard, furry chest, Billie looked around in surprise.

“Oops.” She whispered, nudging Jon without response. “Hey! Wake up!” She flicked his nipple with a fingernail until one blue eye popped open to look at her suspiciously.

“What?”

“In case you haven’t noticed - it’s dark.” Billie sat up, suddenly realising she felt cold. “We fell asleep.”

“We did?” Jon opened both eyes reluctantly, seeing it was, indeed, dark. “Shit. Are there lights in here?”

“Yeah. Downstairs. I do, however, have a flashlight up here somewhere.” She got to her feet. “Don’t move.”

Shuffling cautiously, naked and barefoot, Billie peered in the darkness, orienting herself in the loft. As her eyes picked up the dim starlight from outside, she could see the outline of the stair, and she moved with a little more confidence across to the top of the stair, groping for the flashlight she knew was hanging there. Finding it eventually, she flicked it on, thankful that she was conscientious about keeping the batteries fully charged.

“Hey!” She said, flashing the beam around until it landed on Jon. “There’s a naked cowboy in my hayloft!”

Jon grinned. “I’m a cowboy again?”

“Uh-huh.” Billie smirked as she walked over, picking up her denim shirt and tossing Jon his t shirt. “Only cowboys fuck in haylofts.”

Jon laughed, pulling on his shirt, and they both found their jeans and boots before heading carefully down the stairs. Once they hit ground level, Billie realised none of the animals had been fed, so with Jon’s help she got Drummer and Copper dealt with before they jumped in the pickup and took it down to the garage. Inside the house, Deke was waiting, so Billie fed him while Jon took charge of coffee-making, then she found some frozen pizza and threw it in the oven to cook while they both got cleaned up.