The scent of leather permeated the shop. Madison inhaled deeply. The smell of leather always reminded her of Adam. Leather jackets, pants and chaps filled long racks. Leather boots were displayed on one wall, black T-shirts on another. Bandanas and leather jewelry took up all other available space.
“Back so soon?” a rather attractive female employee asked Adam. “Not that I’m complaining.” The heavily tattooed woman smiled at Adam, and Madison—feeling inadequate and all unworldly country girl—slid her hand into his.
“I need to hook up my woman with some riding gear,” Adam explained, tugging Madison into view. “Something leather and skintight.”
“Better hook her up with a few tattoos while you’re at it,” the woman said with a smirk. “She’s too clean for the likes of you, Adam Taylor.”
“Actually, I think I’m too dirty for her.”
Madison shook her head vigorously, and the woman chuckled. “It’s a lot easier to add dirt than to clean it off,” she said. She aimed for a rack of black leather pants and started looking through them. She pulled out a pair and handed them to Madison.
Madison checked the tag, surprised they were the correct size. She held them up to her waist, trying to imagine what they’d look like on. Definitely skintight.
“Go try them on,” Adam said in her ear, his tone low and seductive. It played on her nerve endings and sent them sparking with anticipation.
“The dressing room is in the back,” the clerk said. “I’ll find you some boots.”
“I already have boots,” Madison said, peering down at her scuffed brown cowboy boots.
“I meant decent boots,” she said. “Riding boots.”
“I’ve been riding in these boots for years.” Of course her rides were on four-legged beasts, not two-wheeled machines.
“She keeps the cowboy boots,” Adam said with a grin. “She wouldn’t be my Madison without them.”
“Then we’d better go with a different leather,” the clerk said. She took the shiny black pants from Madison’s hands and replaced them with a pair of creamy white ones in a matte finish. Feathers and curvy designs had been embroidered around the top of the seat and down the hips and outer thighs with beige and black threads.
“Nice,” Adam said in that same seductive tone. He was obviously imagining her wearing them.
Madison made a beeline for the dressing room.
“There’s a matching jacket with angel wings embroidered on the back,” the clerk said to Adam. “Seems appropriate for your sweet little thing.”
Madison got the feeling the woman was mocking her, but when she peeked over her shoulder to find Adam trailing her to the dressing room, she didn’t much care. The clerk was obviously jealous, and Madison couldn’t blame her for that.
“Yeah, that,” Adam said calmly as his long strides quickly brought him closer to Madison. “And a black T-shirt.”
Madison hurried into the dressing room and closed the door. Her pulse was in a frenzy. Her nipples were erect. Her pussy swollen and achy. All because he’d followed her to the dressing room and spoken in that commanding, seductive voice of his. An entirely different reaction than she’d had when that creeper had followed her to the bathroom in the airport. She didn’t mind being stalked as long as it was Adam hunting her.
Madison unfastened her skirt and let it flutter to the floor. She kicked off her boots and pulled the leather pants on. She presented her backside to the mirror and ran her hands over her ass. She was pretty sure Adam would like the way the leather hugged her curves since the embroidery just under the waistband drew attention to her ass. Not bad.
“Well?” Adam said just outside the dressing room.
She unlatched the lock and eased the door open, looking up at him with her heart thudding hard. Would he like them on her? Or was she too clean to look good in leather? Even off-white leather.
“How do they look?” she asked quietly.
“Turn,” he said, his expression completely unreadable.
She turned to show him the back, and his hand hit the dressing room door, sending it crashing into the wall.
His arm circled her waist, pulling her backward to collide with his chest. She could feel his cock—already hard as granite—against her ass. He took two steps, drawing her into the dressing room and slammed the door behind them, fiddling with the lock at his back while he looked her over in the mirror. The sound of the lock engaging made her entire body throb. He yanked open the snaps along the front of her plaid shirt and filled his hands with her breasts. His open mouth caressed the side of her neck as he squeezed her tits through the hindrance of her pink lace bra.
“You drive me insane, woman,” he said into her ear.
She could only answer with a moan of torment. Oh God, was he going to fuck her here? With that really cool clerk out there knowing what they had to be doing? She sincerely hoped so, and would do anything in her power to convince him to take her body. Hard. Madison wanted that woman to know that she wasn’t as clean as she looked. And that she had every reason to be jealous.
Madison reached behind her to unfasten Adam’s fly. His hand slid down her bare belly and into the front of the leather that had him so turned on. The tightness of the pants didn’t let his hand get far, so he cupped her pussy over the thick material and squeezed.
When she freed his cock and held its thick, smooth length in her hand, he gasped.
“I didn’t mean for this to go this far,” he said.
“Why not?”
He groaned in torment as she stroked his length slowly. Gently. Knowing that teasing him made him crazy.
“For your sake, honey,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “not mine.”
He yanked open the button at her waist and pulled down the zipper. Next thing she knew, her pants and panties were on the floor, she was bent forward at the waist, and his talented fingers were exploring the slick folds between her thighs. He slipped those fingers inside her, and she shuddered.
Adam groaned as she gave his fingers a coaxing squeeze. God, she wanted him.
“I always think that one day I’ll touch you like this and you won’t be ready for me.”
She grinned and met his eyes in the mirror. “Today isn’t that day.”
She shifted her hips backward and rubbed his cockhead against her where his fingers were buried deep. He twisted his wrist, fingertips pressing down into the spot inside that made her moan in ecstasy. His thumb massaged her throbbing clit. She tugged at his cock impatiently, until he pushed her hand aside, taking himself in his free hand.
He pulled away unexpectedly, spun her around, and pressed her back to the wall, his forearm across her chest. Making her feel trapped. Her heart thundered with excitement and a hint of fear.
“What do you want, Madison?” he said, his face so close, she felt the breath of his words against her lips.
“You,” she said without hesitation.
“My fingers?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“My
cock?”
“Yes.”
“Which is it?”
“Both,” she said, her brain so addled with need that she’d have taken anything he wanted to give her.
“Both?”
He slid a finger up inside her, and her pussy tightened around it. He massaged her inner wall until she sputtered. His thumb brushed her swollen clit, and she cried out.
“Then you’ll have both,” he said.
Her mouth fell open in surprise when he pressed the tip of his cock inside her. He still had a finger in there and with a few slow and gentle thrusts to wet himself with her juices, his cock was in there was well.
“How does that feel?” he asked, slowly withdrawing his finger as his cock slid deep, and then pressing his finger deep as he slowly pulled out.
She answered with a moan of bliss.
“Good?” he asked. “Does it feel good, Madison?”
“Y-yes. And—and my clit too,” she said, sounding as desperate