Chapter Thirty Six

Today’s ride was far tougher than their last excursion. The flat start to the trail was easy enough, then the trail turned into a mass of gullies and switchbacks, taking them far off their route at times. They talked as they rode, then something occurred to Jon.

“Hey!” He nudged Copper closer to Drummer. “You said this was a mountain ride…..but you told me yesterday there’s no mountains around here!”

“There aren’t!” Billie giggled. “But on a real clear day - like today - you can see mountains in the distance. S’why I packed my camera.”

“Feel like you got me out here under false pretences.” Jon groused. “You promised me mountains.”

“Awww…..I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not. I may have to spank you later.”

“Y’think?” Billie teased as they rode out onto a flat plain, feeling Drummer hump his back in anticipation. “You gotta catch me first!”

Before Jon could respond, Billie had jammed her heels into Drum’s sides, and he decided not to bother with any rodeo acts, just blasting forward at canter, quickly building to a full-on gallop. After quickly checking that Jon and Copper were following, Billie faced front and just let Drummer run for the fun of it.

With Copper’s lower speed, though, when Jon pulled her to a halt in a secluded clearing, Billie had already dismounted and was in the process of taking off Drummer’s saddle.

“What kept you, cowboy?” She laughed.

“Can’t seem to find top gear on this thing!” Jon swung down off Copper, patting her sweating neck.

“Yeah. She’s kinda one-paced.” Billie agreed. “Still, she’s taking care of you, which is the main thing.”

“Yep. What can I say? The ladies love me!”

“Pffft!” Was the only response he got to that.

Billie had Drummer safely tied up, and while Jon unsaddled Copper she carried the saddlebags - and Drummer’s blanket - off behind some rocks. She laid the blanket down on a smooth patch of sandy ground, opening the picnic as Jon followed her into the hidden little space.

“What’s for lunch?” He asked like an overgrown kid, falling onto the blanket in an untidy heap.

They shared the sandwiches and fruit Billie had packed, Jon making a face when she handed him a juice box, but conceding the point when she explained they were far more robust than bottles.

“So what’s around here?” Jon asked innocently, Billie throwing him an incredulous look.

“Uh - nothing? Just what you saw when we rode up.”

“So there’s nobody else around, huh?”

Billie was starting to catch up to his thought process, and she smiled as she shook her head.

“Nobody but us chickens.”

“Good.” He smirked, reaching to grab her, Billie surprised when he pulled her to lie across his lap. Face down. “I owe you a spanking!”

He gave her a moment to protest - if she wanted to - then delivered a light smack to her ass. Another, slightly harder, smack brought a soft yelp but Jon realised her jeans offered too much protection.

“Wait a minute.” He growled, lifting her again so she knelt facing him.

He rose onto his knees, too, kissing her hungrily as he fought her jeans open, pushing them down to her thighs.

“S’better.” He muttered, slapping his hand onto her bare ass, a far more satisfying yelp coming from Billie this time. “Take ‘em all the way off.”

“No.” She shook her head defiantly, getting into the game, and Jon spanked her again.

“Now.”

This time she did, taking her boots off first. With Billie now naked from the waist down, Jon sat on the blanket, pulling her onto his lap. He spanked again, three or four good smacks, Billie squirming against him as the burn spread. Under her belly, she could feel him. Could feel him hard, hot even through his jeans, and she just wanted him inside her.

“Jon, please.”

“What?”

“Please…..I need you.” Billie thought she knew how to convince him, grabbing his hand, pulling it between her thighs so he could feel how wet she was. It backfired on her a little, though, as he chuckled.

“You horny, darlin’? You need to get off?”

She blushed. “Uh-huh.”

Jon grinned, tipping her onto her back, bringing their hands to her pussy again.

“Who’s stopping you?”

As Billie gasped at his suggestion, Jon caught hold of her panties, dragging them off then moving back, on his knees as he unzipped his jeans and shoved them to his knees.

“C’mon now.” He encouraged as she still hesitated, taking his dick in his hand, stroking the hard shaft. “Don’t be shy, Billie.”

“I want you.” She pouted.

“You’ll get me, if you’re a good girl.” He promised.

Almost against her volition, Billie started stroking herself, her eyes fixed on Jon as his fist pumped slowly on his dick. Jon groaned when Billie dipped two fingers into herself, but in the end he couldn’t bear to just watch, crawling forward to push her hand away, burying his own fingers in her flesh instead. Billie raised her fingers to her clit, stroking as Jon thrust his fingers inside her.

Kneeling between her legs, Jon watched Billie’s face as he twisted his fingers slightly, stroking inside her, then his thumb replaced her fingers on her clit, pushing her whimpering toward orgasm. The whimpering wasn’t enough for him though, and Jon moved closer, closing his lips around the swollen bud, sucking hard, nipping carefully with his teeth. Billie groaned at the touch of his teeth, then the sucking, with the fingers thrusting inside - three fingers pushing into her now - threw her over the edge, Billie screaming as she came.

Grinning in satisfaction, Jon crawled up her body, his mouth trailing up, pushing her shirt to her neck so he could bite gently on her nipples, sucking through her bra, finally working his way to her mouth. He kissed her, Billie moaning as he settled between her thighs, still not entering her but the tip of him just brushing over the soft, soaking wet flesh.

“Jon, please.”

“What?” He rocked his hips, brushing his cock against her clit, Billie reaching for him with a moan.

“Jon……no more…….please don’t……no……” His teasing, right on the heels of her orgasm, made her whimper, desperate for him to take her.

As her fingers reached down, though, Jon grabbed her wrists, pulling them high above her head, pinning her.

“What do you want?” He growled, pressing the swollen head inside. “This?”

“Uh-huh. Please, Jon, don’t make me………” She was going to say ‘wait’, but he brought his free hand down to grip her hip, holding her still as he drove into her hard.

Billie screamed again, fighting to free her hands, but Jon held on, his other hand grabbing her thigh, pulling it up, pulling her wider open as he slammed into her again. Not even trying to control himself, he fucked her hard as she came under him, screaming again, her voice fading to helpless sobs as Jon kept driving into her, humping his back as he pumped his hips furiously, cumming inside her with a roar of satisfaction, muffled as he bit on her shoulder through her shirt.

He was slumped on top of her, exhausted, still holding her pinned down, when he heard a sound behind him. A sound he’d only previously heard in movies. The sound of a rifle being cocked.