by Donna Alward
Chapter Eight
Her words did so much more than she could have hoped for. Tommy’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned—a low, deep sound that she felt in her very core. Already, she could feel him getting hard again, and this time, his jeans—still wet with his cum—were going to be extra chafing. His licked his lips as if he didn’t want to waste a single drop of her. “Please let me come again in you,” he begged. “I want to be inside of you.”
Could he really be ready to go again? God bless a younger man. “Have you been that good?”
He leaned up and kissed her. It was electric, the taste of her on his lips, the need pouring off him. She jolted against him. “I guess you have,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Condoms in my jacket pocket.”
Carly pushed back off him. She lost her shoes as she scooted off the end of the bed, but she didn’t care. She went straight for his jacket. “Oh,” she said reading the packaging and sending him a teasing look, “ribbed for my pleasure, huh?”
“Carly,” he said, the warning in his voice.
Her body was limp and warm and she was happy. He’d caught her off guard earlier, but he was kind and patient and he had a hell of a way with his mouth. This was not dangerous or scary. It didn’t even feel weird. She had a hot young stud tied to her bed and permission to take what she needed, two orgasms making her knees weak and she’d never felt so good in her life.
She opened the box, withdrew a condom, and walked back over to where he was still laying on the bed. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Tommy.”
She undid his buckle and jerked open the button fly of his jeans. His jeans were wet and his boxer briefs—bright blue—were a total loss, but Tommy sighed in relief. She shouldn’t torture him anymore, but she couldn’t quite help herself as she ran her hand over his length. “Oh my,” she whispered as she got a feel for exactly what all those college girls had been chasing.
He was exquisite. Long and thick—but not so long and so thick that he’d tear his way through her. She grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs, jerked them down, and stared in amazement as his dick sprang to attention. Oh yeah—he was ready to go again.
She stroked her hand up over him again and watched as a shudder spread out through his entire body. His dick with slick with his own cum, the swollen tip bright red. He was hot and hard in her hands and she didn’t need him to beg—she wanted him inside of her.
Liquid heat flowed throughout her veins. This wasn’t who she really was—but damned if she could remember who that woman was supposed to be. Tommy had done things to her that she hadn’t even allowed herself to fantasize about. He’d put her first and after some mind-blowing oral sex, she was more than ready to return the favor.
“Maybe I should…” She turned on her heel and walked quickly to the bathroom. She heard him groan as she soaked a washcloth under the tap. When she made it back to the bedroom, she was pleased to see he was still tied to the headboard, his jeans shoved down around his hips.
Carefully, she cleaned him up. The cool washcloth did nothing to dampen his erection, though. Tommy groaned in a combination of pain and desire. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t sexy.
She’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel good to know that she’d made him make that noise.
Once she had him all clean, she opened the condom. It’d been a long time since she’d used condoms, but she figured it out quickly enough. After she rolled it on, she straddled him again. No more foreplay, no more games. She gripped his dick in her hands and slid him against her opening.
As she lowered herself onto him, she opened her mouth to tell him to say things to her—sweet things, dirty things, things she wasn’t even sure what she wanted to hear, but that she needed nonetheless. But he beat her to it.
“Goddammit, Carly—oh Jesus—you feel so good,” he bit off in short, harsh words as she took him in. “I don’t know how long I can take this.”
From anyone else, it might’ve been a warning. But she knew him better than that now. “Don’t you dare,” she hissed as she settled all away down and felt him deep inside of her. “Don’t you dare your come until I tell you to.”
He made that high-pitched whimper in the back of his throat, which told her she’d said the right thing. God, it felt so good that she couldn’t stop smiling as she sat on him. For so long, she’d been powerless and in one night, Tommy Tucker had given power back to her. All he had to do was…surrender.
For the first time in so long, she wasn’t moving through life on automatic. She was going to take what she wanted and to hell with what anyone else said. She’d survived and she’d come out stronger on the other side and now she was going to take this cowboy until she couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore.
She was free.
She began to rock, pulling up and settling back down on him. He thrust up into her, and it didn’t take long until they hit a rhythm that had them both panting and gasping. She raked her nails down his chest, which caused him to thrash his head from side to side. “Damn, Carly,” he moaned.
“God, you feel good,” she told him, clinging to the last of her control as he drove up into her again and again. “You’re not allowed to fuck anyone but me, do you hear me?”
She loved the noise he made. “Yes, ma’am,” he got out through clenched teeth.
He’d given her so much—and he’d told her exactly what she needed. So she gave the same to him. “You are mine and I will use you as I see fit.”
His back arched and came almost halfway off the bed. She could feel the tension in his dick deep inside of her. “Oh God—Carly.” He fell back onto the bed, but he lifted his head and stared at her. “Carly.”
There was one thing missing. “If I untie you, you have to play with my breasts. Don’t touch anything else.”
He froze and stared up at her with wide, beautiful eyes. The concern she saw there was so sweet that it made her eyes water. Which he immediately took the wrong way. “You want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
The word had barely left her lips when Tommy torqued his whole body to one side, then the other. She almost fell off the bed, but then his hands cupped her breasts.
She sat there, stunned. “You could get out the whole time?”
He circled her nipples through the lace of her brand-new black bra. The tips were rock hard under his touch and she forgot she’d asked a question until he answered it. “Yeah.”
“Why…why didn’t you?”
He shifted, sitting up. Then he grinned up at her, so eager to please. “Because you told me I couldn’t. Can I take the bra off? I want to suck you.”
She pretended to think about it, but, given the way his eyebrows raised, he could tell she was teasing. “I guess so.”
He touched her back only long enough to unhook her bra—and he was very efficient at it—then his hands came right back to her breasts. “These are fabulous, you know.”
But that was the last thing he said before he buried his face in them and began to suck on her left nipple.
He was doing it all. He was sucking and licking and kissing her and thrusting up into her and all she had to do was stay upright. She gripped his shoulders and held on for the ride of her life. It didn’t take long before the friction between her legs began to build and she was writhing on top of him, holding on for dear life as she struggled to breathe.
“Come…” She panted. “Come with me, Tommy.”
His lips clamped down on her nipple extra hard and she couldn’t have held back the orgasm that ripped through her if she’d tried. She cried out his name and went limp.
He thrust up once, then twice more before he roared in satisfaction. His body pulsed and quivered underneath her and he was hot to the touch. Oh, she could get used to this.
They fell onto the bed together. “Hold me,” she whispered against his skin. And that was all she had to say.
He lifted her off him and wrapped his arms around her
waist, tucking her against his chest. He was warm and solid and strong and she’d never felt so damn safe.
She never wanted this feeling to end.
She had already half drowsed off when Tommy said, “I have to get up.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah, baby,” he said, leaning up to kiss her on the forehead. “And so do you. I’ll be right back.” He got out of bed and she had the chance to admire his butt for the first time as he bent over to kick out of his jeans and shorts. “You can let me know if you want me to stay the night or not. I don’t have class until nine in the morning.”
Then, without permission, he walked out of the room.
Carly smiled after. The game, it seemed, was over—for now, anyway. But if she told him to stay, he would.
It was only after he was gone that she realized how cold she was. Without his heat, the sweat on her skin began to crystallize—it was still technically the middle of winter in Montana, after all. And she had to pee. He was right. She had to get up.
She slid out of bed and unhooked her stockings. She’d bought them on impulse, but maybe she needed to get a few more pairs. Her panties were completely soaked through—she didn’t know if they’d ever be the same. When she got the stockings and garter belt off, she grabbed her robe because it was freezing in this house. Heat was expensive.
Tommy came back in a few minutes later, still naked as the day he was born. He took one look at her fluffy pink bathrobe and his face fell. It made her laugh. “Stay, if you want.”
He eyed the bathrobe. “You’re not going to sleep in that, are you?”
“No. I think we should both stay naked—just in case.” In case she could handle another wild ride.
His eyes lit up, but then he got serious again. “Do you want me to stay?”
She stepped in closer and put her palm on his cheek. “I want you to stay.”
Grinning, he pulled her into a hard kiss, then he touched his forehead against hers. But he didn’t touch her neck. “Then I’ll wait for you under the covers.”
…
“So, what do we do now?”
Carly grinned. She curled up against Tommy’s side as he stroked the top of her head. She hadn’t tied him up this morning—she hadn’t needed to. And, as far as she could tell, he hadn’t needed her to, either.
Instead, he’d woken her with a kiss and rolled her onto her back. After what they’d done the night before, there was something almost sweet about a standard missionary position. Besides, she didn’t think she could handle anything more…demanding. She hadn’t had this much sex in years.
She lifted her shoulder, knowing he’d feel it. “That depends, I guess. What do you want to do?”
They could almost pretend they were talking about what would happen over the next two hours. Should they get up? Should they stay in bed? Should they go out to eat breakfast before his class?
But that’s not what they were talking about at all.
Tommy exhaled. “I’m not sure,” he said honestly. “About any of it. I mean, I’m supposed to graduate in a few months, but after that?”
She leaned back on her elbow and looked up at him. He seemed far too young to be having a mid-life crisis. What did they call it these days? A quarter-life crisis? “What are your options?”
He brushed the tips of his fingers over her cheek. It might be silly, how pretty that gesture made her feel. “Dad wants me to come home and help run the ranch. But I’m not sure I’m ready. I’m majoring in agricultural sciences, but I didn’t need a degree to do that.”
She thought about that. In her very limited experience, college hadn’t prepared her for life at all. “What else could you do?”
“Well, my brother Nicky—he’s two years older than I am—has a job selling farm equipment. He travels a lot. I think he likes it, but I’m not sure if his wife does. He could get me a job with his company.”
Yeah, this was a quarter-life crisis, all right. “And I thought you told me you were a very mature senior,” she teased with a smile.
“I am,” he protested, but he was smiling too.
“So, you’re not going to stay in Helena?” Why did she ask that question? It implied that she might want him to stay here. Maybe.
Which was ridiculous. One night of electric sex did not a long-term relationship make. What they’d shared was barely a step removed from a one-night stand.
Except that wasn’t the truth, either. She and Tommy had been flirting—subtly—for the last six months. She didn’t know everything about him, but she knew him enough to take him to bed. And tie him there.
“I hadn’t planned on it. But that was before…” He leaned up and kissed her.
She let her tongue tangle with his.
“I want to keep seeing you.”
She traced a figure eight on his chest with her fingernail. “I don’t think I can watch you go on dates,” she told him.
“If I’m with you, I’m not going to be with anyone else.” There was a pause before he added, “You know why.”
She did—because she’d told him he was hers. It was becoming clear that she’d meant everything she’d said last night—and so had he. “Tell you what,” she said, resting her chin on his chest and watching for his reaction. “For the next couple of months, let’s do this—you and I.”
One corner of his mouth curved up into that sly smile that did things to her. Was it possible to have too much sex in too short a period of time? “Really? You mean it?”
“Yes. But,” she went on in a sterner voice, “it ends when it ends and if either one of us say stop, then we stop.”
She could do this. She could have this handsome young man at her beck and call and she could enjoy him without giving up any of her security or her independence. She could do all of that without losing her heart or her head.
“I don’t touch your neck, I don’t bend you over any furniture, and when it’s done, it ends.” He sighed, as if these rules were too restrictive for him. “Anything else?”
She remembered the other thing. “Absolutely no spanking.” His eyebrows jumped up, but he didn’t say anything—didn’t ask her why. Which was fine. He didn’t need to know. “How about you?”
“You won’t see anyone else?” It was not an order. It was a request.
“No. I haven’t had a relationship in a long time—I’m not about to start juggling them. I want to enjoy this while we have it.”
“You didn’t go out with anyone from NotMy1stRodeo.com?” He stared at her in shock. “Why not? I mean, you had to have men beating a path to your profile. You’re a total catch.”
She felt her cheeks get warm. He said it so casually, as if he couldn’t imagine other men not throwing themselves at her feet. “Guys flirted with me—and that was nice. But either I wasn’t that into them or they wanted more than I was willing to give up and besides, restaurant hours don’t exactly match up with rancher hours. Nothing ever came of it.” Maybe she hadn’t been ready for it then.
But now?
She was ready for this man.
He thought some more. “Can I still come have dinner at Peachtree’s every Saturday night? I know you’ll be working, but I’d like to see you anyway.”
She propped herself up on both elbows and gave him the meanest look she could muster while still smiling. “That depends on how good you’ve been, doesn’t it?”
He groaned and pulled her down into a hard, hot kiss and she let him.
She might be in trouble.
But what a way to go.
Chapter Nine
Three months later…
Tommy sat in his usual booth at Peachtree’s on a Saturday night, watching Carly work. He wondered what color her panties were tonight. She hadn’t told him—she never did. Instead, she would bring him his beer, lean over so that her breasts brushed against his shoulder, and whisper in his ear that she had on a very special pair, just for him. And then, like she did every Saturday, she would straighten up, give him the sm
ile that drove him wild, and then go back to work. And Tommy had to sit there and watch her and think about her panties and not touch himself. Not even to adjust his jeans.
Instead, he touched the leather cuff that he wore around his wrist. Carly had given him permission to take it off the shower, but otherwise, he kept the bracelet on at all times. It was not the same kind of cuffs that Carly kept back in her bedroom for him.
They’d tried handcuffs once, but the metal bit into his skin and he didn’t need the pain. He just needed to surrender to her, that was all.
It’d been almost two months since she’d slid a small black bag over his table here on a Saturday night and told him that they couldn’t use his present until Monday. Tommy had peeked inside and seen the thick, wide, black leather cuffs connected by a thin metal chain.
The forty-eight hours between Saturday night and Monday had been the longest of his entire life.
The cuff on his wrist now was just a bracelet. It was dark brown leather and it snapped on. A perfectly acceptable accessory for a cowboy. Only he and Carly knew what it really meant.
Three weeks until graduation and he hadn’t decided what he was going to do next. Before he’d met Carly, he hadn’t planned on staying in Helena one way or the other. But that didn’t mean he had a plan.
Nicky had said there was an opening in his Dura-Tech company, and their dad, Mack, was talking about how nice it would be to have one of his boys back home to take over the family ranch. Mark was still in the Army and Nicky was based out of Lincoln, Nebraska. If anyone were to go back home and take up the family business, it’d be Tommy.
Either of those things meant that he would have to leave Carly.
He didn’t think he could do that. And it wasn’t because Carly had told him he had to stay—she hadn’t. They had strictly avoided discussing the future. So that wasn’t it.
But he was in love with her.
Maybe he was more of a Tucker than he’d thought. Tucker men always fell hard and fast and married young. Tommy had convinced himself he wasn’t like that. He’d never had any problem walking away from a woman before.