Home Run Cowboy, page 16
Skylar whimpered, fucking whimpered, and Caleb found himself doing a play-by-play of the last Billings Mustangs ballgame, just to keep control over both of his heads. A man could get off to the sounds she made alone.
“What do you want now?” she asked.
He raised one eyebrow. “That’s my line, sunshine,” he replied. “But since you’re so eager, I’ll tell you. I want you to lie across my lap. Just like that.”
Her first expression of skepticism had been replaced with heat the moment she had realized what the position meant, the moment he had caressed her denim-clad ass and tapped it lightly. She bucked under his touch and he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Did you like that?” he asked. “Did you like the little rush of pain that comes with so much pleasure?”
She bit her lower lip and nodded, and he didn’t correct her, just slapped her ass again, harder this time.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he told her, massaging the spot with gentle movements. “You’re going to count each of these spankings I give you and you’re going to properly thank me for them, for giving you what you want. But you’re not going to make another sound. If you do, I start again. Do I make myself clear?”
She nodded and Caleb could have thanked the lord above for it. She wanted this as much as he did, judging by her beautiful responsiveness.
He spanked her.
Skylar arched up, and her voice was aching when she said, “One. Thank you, Sir.”
Oh, fuck.
Another.
“Two. Thank you, Sir.”
Another. And another. Each time she moved against him, she brushed his swollen cock, and Caleb wasn’t going to be able to play this game for very long. He reached into the space between their bodies and undid the button and zipper on her jeans before sliding them down her legs just enough that it revealed her smooth, soft ass, clad in a pair of cute, lacy panties with a crisscross of ribbon running up the back. He palmed her ass.
“I thought I told you not to wear panties anymore,” he said. She didn’t answer. “You can respond, Skylar.”
Her voice was husky and laden with desire when she answer. “I can’t go riding without them, Sir,” she replied. “Not if I wanted to visit you tonight.”
He considered that, considered the tightness of her jeans, now bunched a few inches below the waist, and conceded the point.
“Fair,” he murmured. “And they are so pretty. Makes your ass look good enough to eat.”
She writhed at his words and he made a mental note to make her scream in some rather creative ways later.
“The problem is, they’re also in my way.” He stroked down the curve of her ass and came to the soaked lace between her legs. “Oh, you are desperate, aren’t you?”
She rocked against him in response.
“That’s just too bad, sweet girl.” He gently circled the damp fabric, but didn’t give her nearly the pressure she was asking for. “Because I’m not done marking your pretty ass.”
He raised her hips slightly and pulled the panties down to the top of her jeans so she was completely exposed. Then he spanked her again.
She did scream this time, a tangle of need pouring from her, and he wondered if she might be able to come just from the pleasurable punishment. He might, just from watching the way her ass turned red under his touch. It was a sight he would never forget.
“More?”
“God, yes, please, thank you, Sir.” Even among her incoherent babble, she still managed to remember his position of power, to respect it and honor it.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He swatted her three times in quick succession now, sending her writhing and bucking against him, until when he slid his hand lower, into her folds, he found the desperation of her heat and wetness slick over his fingers. He couldn’t help himself. He brought them to his mouth and sucked her taste deep and long.
“I could eat your sweet pussy for every meal and not get enough,” he half-growled, like the animal she made him. “Do you know what your beautiful submission does to me? It makes me a desperate man.”
She was moaning in her earnest now, but she didn’t respond without his prompting. So he prompted.
“If you could tell me exactly what you wanted me to do,” he began, “and that’s not to say I’ll do it, what would it be? Go ahead, tell me.”
“Sir.” She was clearly distracted by the rising desire, the unfilled release he had promised her but hadn’t delivered. Yet. “Please.”
“Please what, sunshine?” he asked, swatting her ass again. “Use your words.”
“Fuck me.” She managed that quite succinctly. “Fill my…fill my pussy and…”
“And…”
“Play with my ass.”
She said the last so quietly that he was almost certain he’d imagined the request from the deepest part of his desperate imagination. But her skin was flushed and he knew she had, indeed, offered up so much of what he ached for on a silver platter.
“Right here?” He slid his finger between her lush ass cheeks, barely touching, just brushing her tight hole with the softest movements. That she immediately arched back up to meet him was response enough, indeed.
“So fucking perfect,” he muttered. “Don’t move.” He reached over her for the basket that held more than coffee and cookies, for the bag of toys he’d tucked inside with the hope of taking Skylar to new heights. He opened the bag and pulled out what he had been looking for, a small, silver plug with a purple jewel on the end and a bottle of lube.
“Do you trust me?” he asked her, first slicking his finger with lube before circling her hole again. “How are you feeling right now?”
“I trust you.” Fuck, those words hit him right in the gut. “I’m green. Good. More, please.”
He pressed into her tight hole with his finger and her resistance gave slightly until her was able to slide in. Fuck, she was tight there, clenching him and rocking back into his touch. It would take training to get her to take his cock in her tight ass, training he was perfectly happy to help with.
“How does it feel?” he asked her.
“Hot,” she whispered. “I feel full, but I want more. It’s…so hot.” From his perspective, it was about the hottest thing that had ever happened.
“Can you take another finger?”
She nodded. “Please, Sir?”
He pressed into her with the next finger, this time meeting more resistance than before, so he brought his other hand under her and found her swollen clit.
“Relax for me, baby,” he muttered. “I don’t want to hurt you. Let me in.” He stroked her clit and her body gave in to the pleasure, allowed him entrance until he had two thick fingers deep in her asshole.
“Oh, fuck.”
“You’ll get that soon,” he promised. “You’re so beautiful like this, sunshine. I love how you look when you open up to me.”
“Please?”
He’d bet good money that she didn’t even know what she was begging for.
“I’m going to pull out now,” he told her. “Trust me.”
She nodded, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, before placing the slick toy at the entrance to her ass.
“This might be a little cold,” he warned. “But I promise it’s going to feel so good.”
He pushed slightly and the head went in, then more of the bulb, until the entire toy was seated in her ass.
Caleb was pretty goddamn sure he could come just from the sight of Skylar all filled. Her soft, supple flesh wrapped around the plug, made it look snug, like it belonged in the tight hole of her ass and fuck if that thought, the thought of her wearing his toy, of coming home to her ass ready for him, wasn’t the kind of the fantasy he would hold on to for years.
“How does it feel?” he asked, half-crazed just from the sight of her. Still, it was his job, the job he loved most in the world, to make sure it felt as good for her. Better.
“Full.” She moaned the word. “But kind of amazing.” He flicked at her clit and she whimpered. “Fine, really amazing. I never realized.”
She was so innocent, this soft, beautiful woman who had landed quite literally in his lap, and he was the lucky son of a bitch who got to show her exactly how pleasurable it could be to give up control, to give up shame, to take what she wanted. Even if he was struggling with his own shame, with the remnants of a relationship gone sour, he could still help bring Skylar to her edge, show her exactly how beautiful and powerful she really was.
“The plug is small,” he explained. “But fuck if this isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You’ll be able to take the bigger one soon.” He slid a palm over the curve of her ass, just brushing the head of the plug. Skylar bucked against him. “Oh yeah, you’re going to like it, too. And you’re going to like it when your tight little hole opens to my cock.”
He didn’t stop her from writhing in his lap. With the delicious friction of her body’s movements against his aching, straining cock, he wasn’t sure if it was even possible to tell her to stop.
“I don’t think you need to be tied up, either,” he added. “Some pets do. But you’re so good. You’ll beg me for the chance to bend over and offer up your sweet, lush body for my enjoyment, won’t you?”
He was already beginning to recognize when Skylar was at her edge, and there was no denying that she was getting close. Her movements were frenzied, and her breathing was husky and harsh, laden with desperate whimpers.
“Yes, anything for you, Sir.”
“Will you come for me?” He cupped her pussy and stroked gently. “Out here where anyone could see, your ass all plugged up and on display?” The words came out husky and desperate, but for however he sounded, he felt so much more.
“Yes, Sir. Please. Can I?”
“So sweet,” he murmured. He stroked over her ass with his other hand again, then tapped it lightly, so lightly she wouldn’t have felt a thing, save for the silver plug buried in her tight hole. “Come all over my fingers. I want to taste you.” He swatted her ass again, this time stroking her clit at the same time, and Skylar screamed, loud and desperate, and wracked with pleasure, and she came hard, coating his fingers in her sweet release, riding him and taking her pleasure even as he gave it willingly.
Her body went slack against him, and Caleb stroked her hair and back and ran his hands up the sides of her waist because he couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
“How are you feeling, sunshine?” he murmured. “Want me to take it out or are you okay to keep playing?”
She lifted her head up, her eyes heavy with lust and her lips swollen and lush. This scene, Skylar in supplication, at his mercy as much as he was at hers, it was something he could get very used to. Was already very used to.
“I want you,” she murmured. If could, he would make this woman scream his name every goddamn day of the year. “I want…more.”
Her innocence, contrasted with the sight she made now, all flush skin, her ass still in his palm, the plug still tight between her cheeks, was the most sinfully delicious thing Caleb had seen in his entire fucking life.
“You always want more, don’t you, sweet girl?” he asked.
She nodded. “From you.”
And that was the most sinfully delicious thing Caleb had ever heard in his life.
Before he could lose himself in her, give over to his baser physical desires like he was sixteen again, he slowly lifted Skylar from where she lay spread across his legs and settled her more firmly in his lap. She let out a small whimper when the plug moved inside her, and Caleb knew that as much as she deserved slow and erotic and promising, that this time was going to be carnal, and demanding as hell.
“I’m going to take you like this,” he murmured into her ear. “You’re going to feel so full you won’t be able to help but come all over my cock. That’s what I want. Don’t hold back.”
He maneuvered himself from his pants without jostling her too much and managed to slide a condom onto his rock-hard cock, even though all his animalistic brain wanted to do was to rut and ride and take.
Then he was guiding Skylar’s needy, desperate body over his own, sliding her across his hot, throbbing cock, and feeling like he’d fucking entered heaven itself.
“How does it feel?”
This, through gritted teeth.
“Oh, God.” She leaned back against him, rubbing her sweet, lush ass against his groin and making his swear. “So full, Sir…” She trailed off. Then, so quietly he almost didn’t hear, she asked, “Does it feel good for you, when the plug is in?”
He groaned a long string of curse words. “Your pussy is wrapped around my cock so tight I feel like I’m going to burst,” he managed. “Yes, sunshine. It feels good.”
She seemed to take that as permission to move, but he stilled her with a strong hand on the waist.
“But don’t forget that I’m still the one in charge here. You may be on top, but, sweet girl, I have all the control.”
That wasn’t even remotely true, not given how fucking close to the edge he was with the way she wrapped around him like a fucking vice, but he was still her Dom, in this moment, in this scene, in everything, and he refused to let her down by giving over to his own desperate impulses too soon.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She sounded genuine. “It feels good, I…”
“I told you to come as much as you want,” he reminded her. “Are you going to coat my cock? Are you going to use me for your own pleasure?”
She only whimpered in response, and he gave over, reached around and found her swollen clit. There was no warning. One flick and she shot off, screaming and writhing and fucking his cock like something wild and uninhibited. Caleb could only hold on by the skin of his teeth.
“Do you clench the plug when you come?” he asked her. “A little extra pressure in your ass that sets you right off the edge, doesn’t it?”
She nodded. “It’s so good. It’s too much.”
It wasn’t too much. He knew when it was too much, and Skylar was nowhere near it. She needed him to help her find the perfect balance of pleasure and excess, and damn if that wasn’t happy to oblige.
“Again,” he told her. “Clench around the plug and my cock. Fuck, yeah.” She squeezed him so tight it was a wonder she had never done this before. “Come around me again, Skylar. Right now.”
He pinched her clit, harder this time, and that did the trick, sending her spiraling, if the whimpers and cries were anything to go by.
“Please, Sir, I can’t…”
“You can,” he replied. He reached up her shirt and toyed with one swollen nipple. “You’re going to come again for me, sunshine, because that’s what I’m telling you to do.” He squeezed, then leaned down and whispered in her ear. “If you’re especially good, if you do exactly what you’re told, I might even bring out the nipple clamps tonight, so you can feel that sweet little pinch on your swollen breasts.”
The image of her wearing nothing but cowboy boots and nipple clamps was a fantasy he would carry with him for the rest of his goddamned life.
“Do you want the clamps?” he asked, putting more pressure on her hard, peaked nipples. She nodded.
He pinched hard, but not quite hard enough. “You want the clamps, then you’re going to have to come for me again.”
She shook her head. “It’s too much. I can’t…”
He brought his other hand to her swollen clit, massaged her breasts and her sweet soft pussy at the same time, while his cock and the plug filled both of her tight holes.
Then he spanked her, right on her swollen, aching pussy, and the sensation was clearly enough to send her flailing over the age, because she clenched hard around him, hard enough to set off his own spiraling release, and he pumped hot cum into the condom while she writhed and bucked into his body, taking as he gave, giving as he took, their combined shouts and curses filling the fresh morning air.
They came down slowly. Caleb’s breathing began to return to normal and he massaged Skylar’s neck, stroked her hair, caressed her until he could no longer keep her safe while she remained on his lap.
“I need to clean this up,” he murmured into her neck.
She nodded, and they moved in unison to slowly pull apart. He dealt with the condom quickly, then turned back to her.
“Take a breath,” he murmured. She nodded, her eyes full of trust and locked on his as he slowly pulled the plug free and set it aside. That trust, after their play, after their pleasure, felt more important than anything.
He helped her re-dress, pulled his own pants up, and they shared their second breakfast of the morning, bites of pastry and maple donuts, coffee and hot chocolate still hot from the thermoses. Lazy sleepy cast their tangled bodies in morning glow, and Caleb knew, from her soft, sweet breathing as she dozed in his lap, from the comfort he felt at her touch, from all they had shared in words and actions that morning, that he was in well and truly over his head.
Chapter Thirteen
This time, when Skylar got to the barn, it was to join in the poker game going on in the main room. Caleb, Reece and Dante were seated around the table, along with a few other people she had yet to meet. Rhylee and Van were conspicuously absent, and Skylar had to wonder if maybe all the pheromones were getting to her head.
“Come here, honey.” When he took up the mantle of her Dominant, her body reacted without conscious thought, and by the time she climbed into his lap, she was already hot and wet and achingly ready for him.
“Who’s winning?” She had never cared about anything less in her life, but if Caleb’s version of teasing was to make her sit on his lap until he said otherwise, she would do as he asked.
“Depends on your idea of winning.” He whispered this low in her ear, the movement causing his evening scruff to brush against her neck, and Skylar rocked back into him. He stilled her movements with firm hand on her hip. “Because right now it feels an awful lot like I am.”
“Flush.” This from a beautiful brunette to her right that even in her lusty haze, Skylar could see making eyes at Dante. She didn’t blame the woman.
