You try to ignore the numbness in your fingers. The cold pricks them like icicles.
You look up at the clouds forming before calling for Jesse.
“Jesse! Should we head back to Jackson?” You yell out. He doesn’t seem to hear you, with all the wind, so you gently kick your horse to catch up with him.
When you do, you find he’s already talking into the walkie talkie, shaking it as if that will help him hear.
He motions for you to follow him, setting off in a gallop towards a small abandoned town you knew was close by. You follow him into a dingy 7/11, into a garage that he closes after you.
“What is this place?” You ask as you hop off and move aside as Jesse grabs some hay for the horses to eat.
“It used to be Eugene’s. He swore me to secrecy about this place so you can’t tell anyone about it,” he reminds you as you head into the main building.
“My lips are sealed, relax,” you promise as you take a look around. Jesse is quick to set up a small gas stove, moving around like he knows where everything is…which you suppose he does. You adjust the gun sling uncomfortably, hoping you’d be able to take off your damp jacket. He’s quick to notice, quick to get up like you’ve never held a gun before.
“Give me that,” he says as he approaches you, taking the gun off your shoulder.
“…before you shoot your or my ass off,” he jokes, patting your bum before moving over to set the gun down.
You continue looking around, your finger swiping some dust off this shelves.
“I still can’t believe Eugene grew this much weed,” you laugh as you come across rows of the plant.
“I try to come by whenever I can and gather some,” Jesse admits as he comes up behind you.
“Your Jackson’s weed dealer?” You raise your eyebrows.
“I am not a dealer, shut up,” he laughs as he heads back to the small gas stove. You follow after him and sit by the small flame, holding your hands up to it.
“Shit, I didn’t realize how cold you had gotten,” he apologizes as he takes your hands in his in an effort to warm them up. Your fingers were frozen, and they had a slight hue to them that he didn’t necessarily like. Any longer outside and hyperthermia would’ve started to set.
“This is why I hate patrols,” you huff as he brings your hands up to his lips so he can blow some hot air into them.
“Everyone hates them in the winter, thats why everyone’s conveniently sick, and that’s why I had to drag you along since Maria never lets anyone go alone,” Jesse complains as he rubs his hands together.
“Well she’s right, no one should be going alone,” you sigh.
“What did Amy say?” You ask him.
“She said to either come back or shelter in place. You and I definitely have to shelter,” he says as he takes off his coat.
“We could have made it back probably,” you offer.
“If I was out here with Tommy or Ellie, maybe. But you’re not a regular patrolman, I gotta take it easy on you,” he explains as he takes your hands again.
“You don’t have to do anything,” you bite back as you pull your hands away from his, which forces an amused smile from Jesse.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” he chuckles as he pulls your chair closer to his.
“I have to take it easy on my girl,” he explains as his arm reaches over to gently rub your back, tucking around your shoulder to pull you close to him. You turn your head away from him to take away his satisfaction.
“I always take care of you baby, don’t I?” He asks as he takes one your hands to lift to his lips, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. He hums, waiting for you to acknowledge him which he does get with a heavy sigh.
“I just don’t like it when you insinuate that I’m not tough. I am tough!” You huff as you turn to face him. His face is close to yours, still pressing soft kisses on your fingers.
“So tough, you’re right,” he muses as he pulls you closer, while simultaneously leaning in.
“Hey, I’m agreeing with you,” he shuts you up with a firm kiss. He’s grabbing at your waist, pulling you out from your chair and setting you on his lap. His hands are under your shirt, they are warm where you are not, and they explore your back, one hanging onto the back of your neck to keep you close. Yours are in his hair and on his face.
When he senses you need some more air, his kisses trail down your jaw and ear and onto your neck. Your grabbing at the ends of his hair, breathing heavily by his ear which you know he loves. He knows you’re sensitive by the ear and he makes it a point to bite by it, which earns him a moan. Your hips subconsciously begin to rock back and forth on their own, and despite the layers you’re wearing you can feel him below you.
Your hands trail down and squeeze his shoulders, his very broad shoulders, they trail down his biceps, down to his forearms, until your hands are over his. You take one and drag it to your chest, his large hand envelops your breast and gives it a soft squeeze. It forces your mouth to hang open when his fingers brush against your nipple. He pulls back enough just to watch your face, he liked watching you, as he gently pushed and pulled.
“Nothings going to find us here, will it?” You ask him, your hand raising to his face to brush over his swollen lips. He shakes his head, an amused look spreading across his face as he leans back in his chair.
“Good,” you whisper, so quiet you barely even heard yourself. You glance around the room, deciding on a tiny couch that you thought would be more comfortable than this chair. Jesse’s eyes remain on you, even when you stand and take his hand, even as you guide him towards the couch, even when you push him down to sit and are left standing between his legs.
You take your shirt off, and your pants. Left in only your bra and underwear.
“Aren’t you going to take yours off?” You ask Jesse after a moment.
“Shit, yeah,” he nods. You can’t help but laugh a little, you liked the effect you had on him, Captain Wyoming himself. He takes off his shirt and moves to take off his pants.
“Wait, leave the pants on,” you tell him as you move to sit back on his lap.
“That’s kind of the most important part,” he reminds you, his hands already swift on your back, unclipping your bra before you’re even settled.
“It doesn’t have to be,” you answer simply. His mouth is quick on your breast, sucking on one while his hand plays with the other. The cold of the air around you contrasting the warmth of his body heightens your senses, has you leaning into him harder.
Again, he begins fumbling with his belt buckle, but you stop him with a hand on his chest.
“You owe me,” you remind him. Your face contorting as he detached from your breast with a lewd pop.
“For what?” He challenges as your hand drops and spreads his legs apart further.
“You said it yourself. You forced me to go patrolling with you, I only came because you asked me to,” you tell him, rather matter of factly as you adjust yourself to be sitting on only one of his legs. Your hips begin rocking back and forth, his leg is hard beneath you, and you bite your lip as his jeans rub against you.
His hands grab at your hips, helping you rock back and forth. He watches you again for a moment, as you begin to breathe heavily and moan whenever you hit a particularly delicious rock.
“Fine, I owe you,” he relents as he leans his head in to catch your nipple. You hold his head to you with one hand, the other grabbing at his back and shoulder.
“Jesse!” you moan when he grazes his teeth against you. You pull his hair so he looks up at you, smashing your lips onto his. The kiss is a mess of teeth and tongue, mostly tongue when he sticks his as far into your mouth as he can.
It nearly hurts, how hard he’s pushing you down, but it hurts in a good way. You’re rubbed so raw, leaving a wet patch on his pants that you’re sure he’ll tease you about later.
He groans when you grab at his crotch, massaging him through his pants. He’s hard and erect, and you manage to unbutton his pants and pull it out so the tip emerges. He shifts his body to help with his pants, earning a gasp when you rub right on the seam of your own underwear.
“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips. You can’t even bring yourself to kiss him anymore, your mouth is open against his, breathing and moaning his name like a prayer. He begins tapping his leg, you can’t help but throw your head back. There’s tears in your eyes, you’re so close.
“Jesse, please,” you beg as you grab one hand off your hip and bring it to your core. He was holding you so tight you knew there would be bruises later. This thumb slips under your panties, pressing and rubbing circles on your sensitive nub. He licks a bead of sweat dripping down between your breasts, watching your face contort. He varies his pressure and speed his thumb works at, enjoying the way he can make your face change.
He gives one final flick and you’re falling undone. He’s still rocking you back and forth, his leg behind tapping again to ease you through your orgasm. He catches your lips again, kissing you as you come down.
Your head drops to his shoulder, and you have to pull his hand away to stop once you begin to get overstimulated.
He rubs your back as you try to get your breathing under control.
“That was so hot,” he sighs, helping you adjust so your legs are on either side of him again.
You lift your head, pressing a kiss to his lips before looking outside again. The blizzard persists.
You look back at him and run your fingers through his hair, moving it away from his face so you can look at him properly.
“You want to go again?” You ask as you look down. He was still hard, his tip was slapped up against your stomach.
“We don’t have to,” he assures you as your hand gently rubs him. He places his hand on top of yours to stop your movement.
“I can go again…I want to go again,” you tell him, pressing tiny kisses all over his face while your finger rubs his precum all over the tip.
“You top this time,” you mutter against his lips as you kiss him, softer and gentler this time.
He laughs at that, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.
“I basically did all the work last time,” he reminds you, to which you bite your lip and guide his hands back up to his breasts.
“You liked it. Besides, I don’t think you’ve completely worked your debt off to me yet,” you tell him, smiling as his arm wraps around your waist and guides your back to the couch. Now, you’re splayed out on the couch as he stands to finally take his pants off. He leans forward to take your underwear off.
“Fuck,” he groans as he holds your legs open and looks down. He’s kneeling before you now, pressing his face against you to clean you up from last time. Your thighs trap his face, your back arching as he eats you out, his nose bumping up against you every now and then. You’re still so sensitive, it doesn’t take much to bring you back up, especially when he slips 2 fingers inside and his thumb starts rubbing again.
“Jesse,” you warn, you’re basically pulling his hair out by now. He leans back, looking up at you while his fingers go to work.
He spits on you, actually spits, and works it into you.
“One more time like this baby,” he says, diving back into you. You’re almost pushing him away, tears stinging your eyes once more. His other hand pushes down on your stomach, it has you seeing stars.
You cum like that, and he’s sure to devour his reward. He’s licking, his fingers still rocking slowly as he comes up, pressing kisses all along his way. He knocks your legs open with his knee, hiking them up onto his hips as he positions himself. Your eyebrows furrow as you pull his hand up, not able to take it any longer.
He doesn’t hesitate to clean his fingers with his mouth. It has your thighs clenching, and he smirks as he can feel it on his hip.
“I can’t wait for the day you owe me,” he says as he begins lining himself up. His tip knocks against you, your mouth falls open into a moan and he takes the opportunity to lean down and kiss you.
You can taste yourself on him, feel yourself on his cheeks and chin. It’s almost vulgar.
When he pulls back, you look down between you both. Your eyes closed tight and back arched as he bullies his way inside you. You squeeze at his shoulders for some semblance of comfort.
You have a mini orgasm just from that alone, something Jesse doesn’t miss. He would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being squeezed so tight by you. He has to stop or else he’d have came right then and there too.
“Fuck, I love you,” he moans when he’s all the way in, once you’ve relaxed.
“I love you,” you repeat, so dazed you could hardly hear yourself think. He pushes down on your stomach again, so you can feel him.
That wakes you up, your eyes flying open as you grab at his arms.
“There she is,” he mutters before his hips slam into yours. He’s so worked up, going so hard you think the couch is moving. Your legs wrap around him, pushing against him to go harder.
Your teeth grit, he’s still looking down at where your bodies connect, and you’re looking at him.
His grabs your knees and pushing them into your chest, hitting at a completely different angle. You yelp as he slams down, you grab and hold your knees.
You’re making such obscene noises, Jesse isn’t sure what’s getting him undone more. Your falls clenching around him, or the noises you make from your beautiful mouth.
“Shit,” he groans as he grabs your hips to keep you from sliding away. Your legs are around his hips again, and one of his hands comes up to touch your face. He grabs your neck bringing you closer to him. You think he wants to kiss you, but instead he spits into your mouth.
“Swallow it,” he orders. You do swallow, and he kisses you.
Once he begins to lose his rhythm, you know he’s close.
“Jesse, please,” you beg. His hand drops and rubs against you, hard and fast. He’s flicking so hard it hurts, but it’s enough to throw you over the edge. You cum so hard you think your body goes limp, he’s still rubbing as he thrusts hard a few more times.
He pulls out at the last second, shoving himself into your mouth. You come down enough by that point and grab him with 2 hands, pulling and twisting as it’s now your time to suck.
His hand is still playing with you, your thighs trapping them tight. His other hand is holding your head, pulling you up against him.
He cums with a final roar, and you think you come again to. He slaps your clit, satisfied by his work, and he pulls you off him, still blowing him past his means.
You swallow as his falls down beside you, adjusting enough so you’re on top of him as he breaths heavily.
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he rubs his face. Your head is resting on his shoulder.
“I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?” He asks as he looks down at you.
“No,” you answer shakily, your hand splayed out on his chest. You were too tired to rub circles.
His hand is rubbing down your back, and gently smacks your bum.
You climb up him, kissing him gently. His hand swings down and grabs one of his coats, draping it over your back as you continue to messily make out.
His radio clicks on, drawing you both from the moment.
It’s Amy, letting him know the snow storm was beginning to calm, asking if he was alright. He groans as he leans across.
“We’re alright, found a place to shelter. Did everyone else get back ok?” He asks as you press kisses down his neck and chest.
“Yeah, you’re the only ones left out there. Do you think you’ll make it back by tonight?” She asks. Jesse looks outside and glances down at you.
“It’s getting dark, we’ll head back in the morning when we can see. We’ll radio when we’re on our way,” he tells her before putting the radio back down.
“Copy,” Amy answers. Jesse grabs you by the arm and drags you back up, so he can kiss you properly.
“Have I properly worked off my debt?” He asks, forcing a smile from you.
“Maybe, ask me tomorrow morning.”
