#deadlock!mccree

He sat quietly for a moment. His eyes lingered on you as you reread the same page over again. Now that Jesse was back, you weren’t able to make any progress.

“Get me a drink and a smoke,” he ordered. You moved instantly, setting the book face down and sliding off the bed to pour a glass of whiskey and grab a cigar. You dutifully cut the end of the cigar and passed it to Jesse. He brought it to his lips as you struck a match to light it with, puffing gently until the cherry glowed bright. You tossed the match into the stove and knelt by his feet to wait.

Jesse downed the whiskey and handed you to glass to put away. You returned to your spot at his feet, watching the reflection of the fire in his spurs. Cigar smoke drifted in the air around you. 

Leaning forward, he grabbed your chin and turned you to look at him. You stared back, waiting for him to give you an order. His gaze was intense, sizing you up, measuring your worth. You had to bend to his will without breaking, and you could never overstep your place. He was the Deadeye, the leader fo the Deadlock Gang, and you were nothing. 

“Suck my cock,” he released you, letting his knees fall wide so you could kneel between them. You unzipped his pants and pulled down the waistband of his boxers to free his cock. He was barely hard, but still large in your hands. You took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip and down the shaft. He began to swell and grow hard, precome dripping over your tongue.

You took it slow, lazily sinking down as far as you could. He relaxed into the chair, otherwise disinterested in what you were doing. This was routine for you, Jesse with a smoke, your lips around his cock.

He relaxed bit by bit as you sucked him off. You could feel the tension in his muscles begin to dissipate. Whatever had been stressing him out the last few days was finally dealt with, and his improved mood gave you hope. The last few nights had been interesting, Jesse throwing you down on the bed and fucking you hard to vent his frustrations, but you always wound up exhausted and unsatisfied when he was through with you.

His fingers twined through your hair, pulling you off his cock so he could look at you. Your eyes were wet with tears, cheeks flushed and lips absolutely wrecked and swollen from being stretched around him.

“Come on up here and ride me, pup.” He dragged you up by your hair, pulling you into his lap. His thumb dipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue just to watch you make a mess of yourself with spit and precome.

You tried to straddle his thighs, but your own legs were too short, so you wound up perched awkwardly on his lap as you tried to line yourself up with his cock. He held your hips, slowly pressing you down onto his length. You should have been used to the stretch by now, considering how often McCree fucked you, but it was still enough that you cried out and gripped at the fabric of his shirt as he pulled you down against him.

“Come on, pup, you can take it,” he groaned. “Make me feel good.” Desperate to please, you rolled your hips and sank down farther on his cock. McCree groaned and bucked his hips beneath you. You collapsed forward, breathing in his scent as he filled you. One of his hands splayed over your back in a gesture that was almost soothing.

“That’s it. You know what Daddy likes.” It was more praise than you expected, and it made your head feel light. After several rough nights where you were nothing more than a hole for him to use, any sort of kindness from Jesse felt like a treat. He reached down to stroke you, spreading your wetness with the pads of his fingers. You moaned and ground down harder against him.

“Don’t finish until I say so,” he warned, but he didn’t let up. You did your best to obey as your rode him, trying to find leverage in his lap. You were so much smaller than him that it was nearly impossible to pull yourself up off his cock very far. Still, you did what McCree asked of you.

He helped you, taking your hips in his hands and moving you with strength that should have terrified you. Your hands stayed fisted in his shirt, clinging to him for dear life as he used you.

“Hold on, pup,” he pulled you off his cock and practically threw you to the floor. You landed on your front, catching yourself on your elbows as McCree settled in behind you. He pulled your hips to him and sank back into you in one easy thrust. You cried out.

“Daddy,” you whined, “I’m close.” You didn’t want to come without permission, but you were so desperate after so long, and he felt so good.

“Come for me,” he commanded, and you obeyed without hesitation. You clenched around his cock and cried out. Jesse continued to pound into you ruthlessly. He forced you to a second orgasm, running his hand over your skin as you cried and shook beneath him.

Jesse pulled out and suddenly you were bing manhandled again, dragged to your knees and face to face with Jesse’s cock. He didn’t even have to ask; you opened you lips wide and took him as deep as you could, sucking him off until he came down your throat.

“Let’s get you warmed up.” He wrapped his shawl around you and rubbed your arms vigorously. You were starting to calm down, and apologies tumbled from your lips.

“I’m sorry for waking you.” You insisted, not wanting to inconvenience your companion.

“Ain’t nothin’” He assured you, “Can’t sleep anyways.” You stared at the ground, still embarrassed from your earlier nightmare. “C’mere,” McCree pulled you in close to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “You won’t get warm sittin’ so far away.”

He pulled you in close, and you stiffened before relaxing and leaning your head into his chest.

“What had you so spooked?” Jesse asked, taking your cold fingers into his large hands.

“I don’t remember.” You answered softly, watching the flames lick away at the desert brush that had served as your kindling. “I’m not used to livin’ like this- bein’ scared all the time.”

“It doesn’t get any easier,” Jesse rumbled, “Look at me, still a yellow-bellied coward even with a $60,000 bounty. If anything, I’m even more afraid these days.”

“Why is that?” You asked. You had never thought of Jesse as a scared man. He always seemed so charming and quick-witted. What could possibly frighten the best gunslinger in the west- The Deadeye?

“I’m terrified of you runnin’ off and getting’ both of us into trouble, that’s what.” He teased, jostling you a bit.

You threw your head back in laughter. “Me? Trouble? I think you have the wrong girl.” You elbowed Jesse in the ribs. He had managed to lift your spirits so easily; it was amazing how at ease you felt after your panic from earlier.

Jesse’s hands descended on you. You shrieked and squealed as he tickled your sides, the sound pealing across the canyon floor. “Stop! Stop!” You pleaded as the two of you rolled through the dust. He finally agreed to a ceasefire once the two of you were breathless and flushed. You were on your back with him over you, pinning you in place. The two of you locked eyes for a long moment, laughing and sharing breath.

“Boop,” One of McCree’s fingers tapped the tip of your nose before he rolled off of you. You didn’t have the chance to stand before he had scooped you into his arms. When you sat by the fire this time, you were perched on his lap, his arm around your waist. You tucked your head under his chin, sighing happily.

“Nice to know I have you by my side,” You said, “You can tickle Los Muertos to death.”

Jesse’s hand slid down to pinch the soft flesh of your ass. “Are you sassin’ me?” He asked.

“What are you going to do about it?” You challenged. The air had changed. The teasing between you and Jesse had lost its playful tone and turned to something else, something more provocative.

“I might have to teach you a lesson,” He rumbled in your ear, teeth worrying at your earlobe. You gasped and turned your head to allow him access to your neck. One of his hands squeezed your chest, tugging the nipple between his thumb and palm; the other snaked around your front, hiking your skirt up so he could drag his fingers up your thighs. You pressed your hips down in his lap to grind down on the crotch of his pants.

His coarse fingers found your aching sex under the folds of your skirt. You moaned as he began to drag the slick from your slit across your clit and circle the nub with the pads of his fingers. Jesse’s teeth nipped down your neck, tugging your sleeve down for access to your shoulder and collarbone. Fingers pressed into you. Your hands flew to whatever part of Jesse you could reach, nails digging into the skin there.

You came on Jesse’s fingers with a halted shout, biting your lip to try and stifle the noise. Jesse held you as you shook through your climax, whispering in your ear and placing gentle kisses wherever he could reach.