Page 37 of Cabins Cows Critics
He straddles my legs again, and as much as I want to reach down and grab his tight little ass and grind him on my cock, it’s driving me wild being unable to act on those impulses.
“I think after that display, I feel like testing how good you can buck me tied up like that,” he says, rolling the condom down my hard length.
“You can have whatever you want,” I breathe, my balls tight, aching, already so close to the edge. “Do you want help prepping?”
“Oh no, I’ve been ready for you for over an hour,” he says, sliding back between my thighs until his ass is on the bed. He lifts his legs up, reaches between them, and pulls free a dark blue soft silicone plug.
“You’ve had that this whole time?” I ask.
“I wasn’t sure where we were headed tonight, but just in case, I wanted to be ready for you,” he replies, lowering his legs down, slowly straddling my thighs, and pushing up again. “Are you ready for me?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, gripping the rope tighter as he holds the base of the condom, coats it in lube, and then lifts himself on top. His tight ass opens for me, perfectly prepped by the plug and whatever he did to get it in there before we met up tonight. Just thinking of him fucking himself with it, teasing his hole open, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with me makes me want to explode.
“Oh, god, Hayden, you feel so good,” I moan.
He presses both hands against my chest, eyes fluttering closed as he lowers himself down, his ass clenching and releasing as he moves inch by inch until he’s finally seated.
He opens his eyes, his hungry gaze locked on mine.
“Now let’s see you try to buck me off,” he says, and he leans forward, holding the ropes in between my hands, pinning me there. I lift my hips slowly, and he tilts his head.
“That’s not the kind of bucking bull I imagined,” he says, and he leans in, kisses me hard, and bites my lower lip, pulling it back a little with a sting, before he releases it, and that same excited surge rolls through me.
“Oh, you want bull energy. Better hold on tight, cowboy,” I tease and then I dig my heels into the bed and thrust up and dropdown faster, his ass lifts, my cock coming almost all the way out on the way down before he lands, sending it deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” he cries out.
“You okay?”
“I didn’t say stop,” he whines.
“Understood,” I reply, and I go again. Bucking him up and down, his ass clenching tight, the ropes digging into my wrists. He grips the back of my neck in his other hand, pulling my mouth to his to kiss me hard. It makes thrusting more difficult, but I love the taste of him, and as he moans into my mouth with every buck of my hips, his fingers clench my hair at the back of my head and pull tight. He breaks our kiss, arching his back, and releasing his grip on my ropes before grabbing his leaking cock, jerking himself in time with my thrusts. My thighs burn, my arms ache, but electricity is surging through my whole body, building like a storm just waiting for the right time to explode.
“Yeah, that’s…so…good. Oh, god, Connor.”
“Ride me, baby.”
He throws his head back, eyes closed, mouth open, and the sound of his ass slapping against me is met by “oh, oh” noises that make me want to keep him like this for as long as I can. I want to keep bringing him this much pleasure, always. He needs to know how precious he is, how beautiful. How absolutely gorgeous. His ass tightens around me, and that tingle that was spreading through me, building like a wave, comes crashing down like a blinding white light. For a split second, it’s only that white light I can see, and I’m set free. Free from tension, pain, hurt, fear, anything other than pure blinding pleasure is lost to me in that moment. Everything except him.
“Oh, god,” he cries again, only this time his ass clenches like a vice around me, and he unleashes, coating my stomach and chest, both of us gasping and exhausted, but blissfully happy.
He climbs from me, holding the condom in place and unrolling it for me, tying it in a knot and tossing it onto the bedside table before lying beside me, resting his head on my heaving chest.
I bring my tied wrists down to hold him against me.
“You are the most surprising man I think I’ve ever met,” I say, and he tilts his head to smile up at me.
“I hope that’s surprising in a good way.”
“The best way. I’ve never had rope play before, but I’ve got to say, I am a huge fan.”
“Really?” he asks with a frown. “But you’re a cowboy. Don’t all cowboys like being tied up?”
“I’d been asked to lasso someone before, but no one’s ever wanted to…wait. How many cowboys have you been with?”
He pushes up to hover above me, the smirk on his lips growing.
“Only one, you,” he says, kissing me quickly. “I guess I just figured, you know, why wouldn’t you try it. You’re out here on ranches with nothing to do after the sun goes down except… experiment.”
