Title: The Outlaw Trail - Apprehension
    Author: L
    Rating: NC-17 (Sexual situations..Including light bondage)
    Disclaimer: COPYRIGHT  2002: Frank James nor any of the other from American Outlaws my creation ( *grin* like you didn't know that ) and I can not claim copyright on them. All other characters are my creation and I hold rights to them and on the plot of this story.
    Archive:Yes.
    Feedback: lovelis@gj.net
     
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    The spirals of steam wafted towards the high ceiling and then disappeared, leaving the room in a humid fog. Water droplets clung to everything in sight and some things that weren't. Cole lay his head on the back of the smooth wooden tub, his eyes falling closed as he soaked away the miles upon miles of Missouri trail dust. The bath house was a luxury that none of the men had indulged in in months, opting instead to use the water source where they made camp. Releasing a pleasurable sigh he ran a dripping hand over his damp chest.
     
    "Hey, Cole..."
     
    "Yeah, Bob?"
     
    "Think I'm done...."
     
    "Go then." Cole held the brief conversation without so much as cracking an eye open to look at his younger brother.
     
    "Yeah...Okay, I'll be in the saloon with Jesse and Frank."
     
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    Booted feet stepped quickly through the back door of Bixby's only bath house as Bob exited the front. It was only Cole Younger left in the building now, looking so serene, looking so unsuspecting.
     
    Almost to easy....
     
    The thought floated behind eyes the cool shade of polished jade. Turning to a clean bundle of towels on a nearby chair tanned hands scooped them up, measured steps were quitted as mush as possible, and carried along to the tub.
     
    "Here ya go Mr. Younger." Came the soft southern drawl, deep south, a voice the dripped with sensuality. And just as he reached for the downy softness of the towel the loud click of her revolver's hammer being pulled back filled the room.
     
    He cut his eyes upwards as he keep his lounging position, he knew that voice, that voice that never failed to stir his body. Even in the murky water he was sure she could see the effect her nearness had on him. "Wondered when you were gonna show up, Justice."
     
    "Well, here I am, Younger, now ain't we both satisfied." She hissed, here eyes hard as any man's. Dropping the towels she motioned for him to stand from the tub, her peacemaker leveled at him. "Come on, BOY, I don't have all day."
     
    "Don't I at least get one of those towels?" His cocky grin grew as he eased to his feet, water cascading down his finely sculptured body, pooling in various placed and then continuing it's downward path.
     
    She shook her head, standing her ground, determined in her course of action. "You ain't gonna need it, Cole...Trust me."
     
    "Trust you, Justice?" He laughed at her, knowing it would make her pissed as hell, that she would give in to him all that much sooner. He knew she was looking at him, her eyes roaming his body, settling on his swollen cock that thumped insistently against his belly.  "Only thing your after it the damn bounty."
     
    "You arrogant little bastard!" She spat as she stepped forward, her arm swung and a resounding crack echoed as the back of her hand made sharp contact with his cheek. "Don't push me, Younger....I can make this REAL good for you or real damn painful."
     
    "Either way....Don't matter much to me.." He growled, and the challenge had been issued.
     
    "Turn your ass around.." She barked, reaching behind her and withdrawing the thin length of leather hidden there.
     
    Cole shrugged and turned his back to her hearing a protesting groan slip from her lips, it had been quite almost to quite but he had heard it. He grunted with the force from which she pulled his arms behind his back, tying them in place. Cole turned and was instantly struck with her wicked grin.
     
    "Out..." She demanded, waving the gun in the direction she wanted him move, towards the back of the building.
     
    One foot, and he wobbled a bit until he caught his balance and lifted the other foot. He stood in front of her so close that he could smell the dust and lilac from her clothes. He purposely brushed against her as he passed, swaggering to the back wall.
     
    "God Younger, you are one fine piece of man..." Her voice was husky with the boil of excitement, a gripping need. Nearing the wall she gave him a hard shove that sent him colliding hard with the wall, a heavy grunt came from his lips instantly.It was then that she whipped the rolled bandana from her neck, pinning him between her warm curvaceous body and the wall she tied the cloth over his eyes.
     
    "Fuck! Justice..."
     
    "Don't wanna hear it, Younger." She purred near his ear, her body grinding gently against his firm rear. Slowly she slithered down his back, crouching as her lips went to his thighs. She licked along the hard corded muscles. Her gun was all but forgotten as she lay it on the floor in favor of bracing herself as her tongue trailed to his inner thigh, lapping, suckling at the damp skin. She began to smile as he tugged at the leather closed around his wrist, testing it and finding it held firm.

    "You really are tryin to kill me, aren't ya?"
     
    "Oh yeah, Cole, nice and slow...This killin's gonna take a while." She promised, grasping his hips and urging him to turn.
     
    His back pressed against the rough wood planking of the wall, splinters digging into his forearms, digging into his shoulders, he waited with his breath stalled in his lungs.
    And he wasn't disappoint, Justice knew well what she was doing.
     
    Again, she took the inner path along Cole's thighs. Her mouth working diligently at the flesh, knowing she was teasing him, pushing him to the edge of his endurance. At that moment when the trembling in his thighs grew evident she tilted her head, lips closing around the soft sac below his twitching member, gently suckling.
     
    There was nothing that could have compared to the moment, the moment of her mouth taking over his body. In his imposed blindness he had been ill prepared to feel the warm wetness demanding a reaction, a reaction that would cost far more than he was willing to pay. His breathing had all but stopped as he fought to remain still, fought not to make a sound. There was a hard reality to this, the moment she saw weakness in him she would stop, all the pleasure she plied him with would come to a sudden end. Their would be no respite for him afterwards, no sweet talking her, no bargaining, nothing would bring her back to pleasuring him.
     
    "Mmmmm..." She pulled slowly away from her erotic assault. "Nothing, Younger?" Her laugh was near caustic. "Determined?....." She hissed, her tongue trailing along the underside of his pulsing cock. "Or am I loosing my touch?"
     
    "Shit, Justice..." He growled, his features controlled, the perfect visage of serenity. Her words were unspoken permission for a response of some sort and he wouldn't miss the chance to give it, give it in true Cole Younger style."I've had a better time with a sleeping whore. You wouldn't know how to pleasure a man if......" That was it, he got the reaction he was silently praying for.
     
    Her offended gasp echoed in her own ears at his words, eyes narrowed, her torso rigid with indignation she slapped her palms hard against his thighs. Leaning in she captured the sheathed head of his shaft between her lips, sinking her teeth in just enough to feel the malicious tension come rushing to the for front inside Cole. She smiled as he gave a pained gasp tinged with a pleasure she knew he didn't quite comprehend. But true to form she began to back off, only to be rewarded with a warning growl from him. Dragging her teeth across the tip she lapped gently at the weeping slit, the sticky elixir fueling her own dripping excitement.
     
    "We'll just see about that, Younger...." She said a split second before she plunged down on him, her mouth working in a wet fever to prove her skills.
     
    Cole could have sworn he was dying, his need building into a wild caged thing, and with it  fear. Fear that at any moment he would be left hurting without release, and the fear was even a bigger part of the excitement.
     
    Justice continued working along the thickly veined member, relishing every delicious inch of Cole. Another of her heavy moans rolled up her throat and along his cock, causing a spastic trembling below her fingers. That's right, Younger, keep up the act. Keep it up just as long as you can. She couldn't resist any longer and she took as much of him in her mouth as she could, she took him until his cock was rooting at the back of her throat. A gagging followed as she underestimated this width and the speed at which she could take him.

    Cole fought hard against a sudden release, a sudden explosion inside at the sound. His eyes rolled in his head, as he bit into his lower lips, the taste of copper flowing unchecked helped him to focus for a moment. He wanted to grab her as he heard the sound of her throat refusing him, knowing for damn sure there was no better sound on the face of the earth than a woman trying to take his cock down her throat.

    With a deep breath and a determination that few would understand and fewer still possessed she pulled him into the tight confines of her throat. Distended muscles, stretched tissue screamed in protest but she wouldn't be denied this pleasure, nor would she prove him right by failing now. She began a slow rhythm of withdrawing and the plunging back onto him, still the slightest of gags with each invasion into her deepest recesses.
     
    Cole knew with a sinking feeling he couldn't hold out long, not like this, not with her pulling at him so perfectly. And just when he thought he had gained a few more second of pleasure she grasp his ball sac and squeezed. Of course there was pain, but more than the pain was the intense jolt of pleasure it inspired and he was lost. His hips bucked forward as he arched off the wall, he would be digging splinters out of his forearms for a month of Sunday's now but that was of little concern, as his heated thick cream shot forcefully from his throbbing length.

     
    "GODDAMN, JUSTICE! OH.... FUCK!!!" He howled, knowing his words couldn't hurt him now, couldn't keep him from the lightening strikes of ecstasy that his body gave into fully.
     
    This was her ultimate reward, her reason for coming face to face with Cole Younger again. She drank down his salty release with a hunger unsurpassed,  despising that little drop that slipped free from her lips and trickled in a pearly white trail down her chin. Cleaning his cock with several quick swiped of her tongue she decided to leave the droplet undisturbed. Standing she ground her eager body against him, giggling at the heavy rise and fall of his chest. "How was it, baby?" She whispered just before she melded her lips to his.
     
    Cole forgot about breathing, all he wanted was the taste of her mouth, the residual taste of his own release as his tongue took up residents in her mouth. Long moments passed with the gentle sound of their mouths meshing and colliding but all to soon she pulled away, pulling in a deep breath of her own.
     
    "The best, Jus....The best mouth in the whole fuckin world.." He panted, his tongue snaking out to catch the remnants of his essence at her chin.
     
    "Now, you wanna let me go or am I gonna have to resort to force?"
     
     
    Fini
     
     

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