Page 38 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
“Pleasure?”
I shook my head. “It’s more than that.”
He flexed his abs, adjusting. “This is torture, not being able to touch you.”
“That’s how I feel when you bind my hands together. Or when you tie me to the headboard. It’s torture…at first,” I explained, taking my hand off him. “Then you’re on me, touching me, kissing me, fucking me…and the world fades away. By the time I climax, the binds don’t matter to me anymore because of you.”
His voice was soft again. “You get lost in the pleasure. Yeah, baby. I noticed.”
I shook my head. “You give me a safe space, Beau. When I give you control, I know I’m the safest I’ll ever be because you love me. You willnever let anything happen to me.” My face was hot, my body tight, ready for release, but my heart? She was scared shitless. “I want to give that to you, right here, right now. I want to be your safe space in a sea of pleasure.”
“Then give it to me,” he whispered back instantly. “I trust you.”
“I need the words,” I rasped. “Please.”
“You have my consent, Abbie,” he promised. When I didn’t move, he said, “Baby, I’ll come just like this if you don’t do something. Please.”
“I want you to watch me choke on your cock,” I practically purred, leaning over and putting a hand on the mattress by his hip. My hair fell over my shoulder, hanging down like a curtain on either side of my face as I looked up at him, trailing my nail across the waistband of his bottoms. He pressed his head back into the pillow, his hips rising.
“Fuck, Abbie,” he pushed out through his teeth as I tugged his pants down, revealing his V and rough patch of dark blond hair. I watched his face in fascination as I slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard shaft. I whimpered, my core clenching around nothing, already imagining him inside me, filling me. His head shot back up, eyes wild. “Is that what you want, baby?” he taunted. “You want me to watch my little fuck toy fuck me with her mouth?”
“Stop,” I breathed, looking at his cock, thick and erect against his lower abdomen. “I’m getting distracted.”
“I never agreed I would play fair, beautiful,” he murmured gruffly. “Come sit on my face.”
I let out a small growl of frustration, fisting his cock and stroking it once. His head fell back, a groan leaving him. I shifted higher on the bed, my face hovering over his. His eyes opened and just as he was about to open his mouth, my thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, feeling his pre-cum. His mouth snapped shut. “Every time you talk dirty and try to distract me, Beau Marks, I’ll just drag this out.”
A rough laugh escaped him. “Is that right?”
I nodded, fucking him with my hand now. “Yes.”
The grin on his face was downright feral. “I can smell your arousal, gorgeous. This is more torture for you than it is for me. Feed me that cunt and I can make it all better.”
I could practically feel his tongue against my clit then, but no, I was in control. “I warned you,” I cooed, releasing him and getting off the bed.
“Where the hell are you going?” he quietly growled.
My mouth remained shut as I walked over to the chair in the corner, making a show of swaying my hips. The flames burning atop the candles lined up across the dresser flickered as I walked by and when I turned around, my knees weakened at the sight before me. My big, strong cowboy, all tied up, powerless. His chest heaved, his eyes watching my every move as I picked up the chair and moved it to the side of the bed.
He needed a good view, after all.
“Abbie,” he clipped.
I ignored him, taking a seat. A beat of silence passed between us before I lifted my knees, putting my hands on them, and stuck out my bottom lip. “You’re right, cowboy. This is torture for me. I’ve been craving your cock since your tongue touched my clit in the shower. After a long day, I needed my man to fuck me right,” I explained, taunting him. I slowly opened my knees, baring my pussy to him.
He strained against the bindings, his jaw jumping, eyes on my soaked core. “Baby.”
“I need to feel good,” I purred, hooking my knees over the armrests, letting my long legs hang down. I stuck two fingers in my mouth, sucking on them like I would his cock, moaning around them. “You aren’t listening to me, Beau. Which means I need to do all the work.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he snarled.
I pulled my fingers out of my mouth with a pop. “You’re not in control, babe,” I reminded him coolly as I trailed my digits over my ribbon-covered breasts and stomach, stopping at the patch of curls on my mound. “Watch and be quiet.”
I touched myself then, grazing the pad of my index finger over my swollen clit, feeling how wet I was. A whimper left meas my back arched, my body in control now. My fingers moved of their own accord, circling my clit, setting a pace I’d taught myself years ago. The soft wet sounds filled the air around us as I watched him watch me. His features softened, eyes ablaze. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunted, flexing his hips again, humping the air.
My lips parted at the sight. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Watch me, Beau.”
“Couldn’t look away even if I wanted to,” he shot back, frustration eating at him.
