Dirty-Talking Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 1)

Then he kissed her, and there was nothing appropriate about the way his mouth molded with hers.

A groan rumbled from his chest when he thrust his hand into her hair, clenching his fingers, possessively pinning her to him while he gave her punishing kisses. He angled her head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers until she was a breathless mess.

Only then did he break away and instruct, “Go in front of the fireplace and wait for me.”

He didn’t spot any hesitation in her eyes, or even a question of whether she thought he was being serious. Obviously the firmness in his order told her all she needed to know, because she moved to the rug in front of the fireplace without further instruction. With her settled, he left the living room and entered the bedroom. He gathered the new toys from the chest in his closet.

With the toys hidden in his hands behind his back, he returned to her. She immediately looked at him, gaze inquisitive. “Eyes on the wall, Emma.” He moved in behind her, his cock throbbing to be deep inside her. Her naked flesh was exposed for him, the sexiest fucking woman he’d ever seen.

He placed the items, none of which was rope, on the table near the recliner, then moved to her. Sure, he knew she’d expect him to work his ropes with her, and of course, he wanted to bind her, but that fantasy wouldn’t happen tonight. He didn’t want to hurry her along or overwhelm her. He wanted her to melt tonight, not explode from the intensity. There was a fine line, and he loved to push against that line, but not for someone so new. Because trust was born in that sweet seductive moment when his touch brought her to a new place.

Besides, her innocence was tantalizing.

Focused and determined to bring her into his world, he stepped in behind her, sliding his fingers through her hair until the strands were tucked behind her shoulders. Then he stroked the pads of his fingers down over her shoulder until she shivered.

Only then did he move in front of her. He tucked a finger under her chin, lifting her heated eyes to his. “When we play, tell me if something doesn’t feel good. I want you to enjoy this, not cringe in discomfort.” He dragged his thumb across her pouty lips. “All clear?”

“Yes,” she exhaled.

He took her mouth again, all for himself this time. He slid his hands into her hair and his tongue across hers, imagining exactly how she’d feel stroking his cock. When his dick twitched, and balls ached, he grunted and moved away. If he kept kissing her, he’d bend her over the couch and send them both into orgasm. Gentle, he reminded himself, approaching the table. Once there, he took the blindfold into his hands.

She gave the blindfold a quick look but then smiled at him, telling him she was on board. He stepped in behind her, placed the blindfold over her eyes, and grinned, enjoying the shiver she gave him. Leaving her there to grow quiet, to become lost in the darkness, he reached over his head and removed his T-shirt, tossing it onto the couch. After which he returned his focus to her, tickling one of her taut nipples with the tip of his tongue.

She moaned, tossing her head back, so he slowly licked the other nipple, teasing her with what was to come. Once she gave him the delicious moan he sought, he refused her plea to suck her nipple into his mouth, and instead slid his tongue around the curve of her breast. The tremble that rocked through her made his tease worth it.

“Stay right here, darlin’.” He pressed a tender kiss against her lips, then moved to the table again, taking the silver metal Ben Wa balls out from the black velvet pouch, after which he grabbed the bottle of lube. He saw her head tilt slightly, the curiosity of what he was doing overwhelming her. After reaching for the vibrator and the remote control, he returned to her. “Hold out your hand.”

When she obliged him, he placed the vibe in her palm, keeping the remote for himself. “That right there is a vibrator. It’s a brand new toy that now belongs to you.” He moved close and whispered in her ear. “Give me the view I’ve craved.”

The smile she gave him was full of heat as she placed the vibe between her legs. He watched her a moment, liking the way she cupped her hand, holding the vibe tightly against her. That told him she needed firmer pressure on her clit for a response. Good to know.

He pressed the lowest button on the remote, and noticed her cheeks growing pinker, only proving his use of the blindfold right. Pleasuring oneself in front of anyone was never easy at first. The blindfold stole away concerns. To ease her worries completely, he flicked the second highest button and she gasped, her tension being overrun by pleasure.

Leaving the remote at that speed, he flipped open the lube and poured a generous amount over the metal balls in his right hand, rolling them in his palm, warming them. He closed the bottle, placing that aside, then said to her, “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

She inched her feet out, giving him the room he needed. Enraptured by her naked beauty, he went down to one knee in front of her. He took the vibe from her for the moment and tickled her slit with the metal balls, allowing her to feel them before he inserted the first ball, then the next one, until he had all three inside, with the black string dangling between her thighs. He reached for her hand while he rose. “To your knees.”

With his help, she slowly lowered. “Oh. Oh.” She gasped when he placed the vibe back into her hand and against her clit. “Oooh.”

He grinned, and the feeling of the balls tipped her head back. Her deep moan filled the air while she sat on her feet. Slowly, he released her hand, stepped back, and then began flicking through the different speeds of the vibrator, teasing her, waking her up, until her cheeks were stai

ned red. He placed the remote control between his teeth and, with his left hand not covered in lube, unbuttoned his belt, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down. His throbbing cock sprang free. He glanced down, the veins on his cock strained, the tip dark in color. His balls were tight against his body, his need to come overwhelming him.

Determined to get them both off, he flicked the vibe onto the next speed. She rocked her hips, letting the balls take her higher, of which he had no plan to stop her. He placed the remote control on the fireplace mantel, leaving the vibrator on the second-highest speed.

That was how he left her. For many, many long minutes, while he stroked his cock with his hand covered in lube.

By the time the lube had dried on his skin and he stepped forward again, her chin was dipped, her moaning and gasping in a perfect rhythm, letting him know she was close to orgasm. He took the blindfold off, dropping it to the floor. She blinked twice, then her hooded eyes locked onto his and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He stroked his cock with one hand, and placed the thumb of the other in her mouth. “When we come, it’s together. Always.” Her eyes were wide, trapped in pleasure, when she parted her lips, giving him the right to enter her. He didn’t waste time, either. Her orgasm was right there, he could tell from the stiff way she knelt, barely breathing, frozen in pleasure.

Teased far too much, he threaded his hands into her hair, settled his cock against her tongue. He gave his hips two gentle thrusts, sliding her saliva across his shaft. She looked at him, and he grunted against the view of his cock disappearing into her mouth. She was damn pretty filled by him.

Intent to send them both soaring, he widened his legs, held her head firmly, allowing her to feel slightly used by him. It was something she clearly enjoyed, since her gaze darkened with her lust. Moans began to rumble from his chest while he pumped his hips, never going so deep as to steal her from her pleasure, but deep enough that euphoria rippled through him.

Tight and wet, her lips were heaven, and his cock throbbed in her mouth.

She sucked deep, fighting her orgasm, and he unleashed himself. In the power of this connection between them, he used her mouth like he’d wanted to since he placed his rope onto her wrists. He grunted while she sucked him. In and out, the veins on the sides of his cock bulged, her lips sliding perfectly along the tip, until heat flared down his spine, settling into his sack.