by Cat Johnson
Oh my God. Was that what she wanted from him? Had last night been just the warm up?
“I—” He had to swallow to get the rest out. “I wouldn’t like that.”
“You’re nothing like him. You’re not a balless man who has to prove his masculinity by screwing around with other women.” She had him trussed and lubed as she ranted about her ex-husband, and all Aaron could do was hope he wasn’t about to be the next recipient of her strap-on.
She leaned for the drawer again and he got scared. “CeCe, what are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
That was the problem. He couldn’t see. “Please tell me.”
“I’m going to make you feel good.”
His breath was coming fast. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise him one bit if he hyperventilated. “You don’t have a strap-on in there, do you?”
He joked, but his fear was very real. He had jumped on the back of the rankest bulls in the circuit with less fear-fueled adrenaline than he felt now.
“Not yet.” Her words sent a panic through him.
“CeCe, please.”
“That’s what I like to hear. You begging for it.” She was back between his legs again and even as cold as the room was, Aaron began to sweat.
He heard the buzz before he felt it pressing against his hole. He jumped. “What is that?”
“It’s just a teeny tiny treat for you. Just relax.”
That elicited a nervous laugh from him. Relax? In this position? Was she crazy?
“I promise. You’re going to love it.”
That was the other problem. Not his biggest concern at the moment, but definitely one of them. He didn’t want to like it.
“So do you, like, travel with this stuff?” he asked, both curious and hoping to distract her as she held the vibrator against him.
“Oh, no. I had it all delivered to the hotel today.”
He lifted his head to see her bent between his legs, concentrating hard. “You had it delivered?”
“Mmm, hmm.”
He opened his mouth to ask from where, but his words didn’t come out because at that moment she’d pushed the toy in. He clenched and hissed in a breath.
“I said relax.”
“That’s easy to say.” Aaron was the one in restraints, not her.
“And easy to do. What’s the matter? You were fine yesterday.”
“Yesterday was your finger. Not a—whatever that is. And yesterday, you were blowing me at the same time.”
“It’s a thin vibrator. And I really detest that term for what’s a beautiful act.” Her brow creased.
She pushed the vibe deeper and he stiffened even as he felt the need to apologize for offending her. “Sorry.”
“Not a problem. Now you know my feelings. And your hands aren’t tied, feel free to distract yourself.”
She wanted him to play with himself now too? In front of her. Because it wasn’t humiliating enough she was sliding something long and hard inside him.
“Aaron, sweetheart. Trust me.”
He feared he’d regret it later, but he drew in a breath and said, “Okay.”
“Good. Close your eyes.”
“Why? What are you going to do?” He lifted his head again, concerned.
“Nothing. I want you to concentrate on what you’re feeling and you won’t if you keep trying to see.”
“Oh. A’ight.” Breathing out, long and slow, Aaron did as she asked. He pressed his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes. He’d willingly put himself in this position. He’d committed to seeing tonight through. Of course, that was before the word strap-on had been mentioned. But so far, thankfully, one hadn’t appeared.
If the vibe kept her happy, he’d deal with it. He’d be glad when it was over, but he’d power through.
Reaching down, he felt for his cock, slack in his grasp. He let himself concentrate on the sensations ripping through him, the vibrations that were as disturbing as they were pleasant.
CeCe moved the vibe, pulling it out and then pushing it back in, just a bit. She repeated the process and his cock hardened further in his grasp. He felt her move. A stream of cold hit him. He opened his eyes and watched CeCe drizzle lube over his fist and growing erection.
He leaned back and closed his eyes again. Hell, if he was going to do this, and do it in front of her, while she did that, he might as well go all out. He tugged in earnest now, figuring the sooner he came, the faster it would all be over. She’d have to stop then.
She zeroed in on one spot, pressing the toy against an area inside him that had his body jerking like he’d been electrocuted.
The vibrations went from enough to make him have to gasp for breath, to hard enough he let out a shout. CeCe must have hit the next speed on the toy. He would have jerked away from the overwhelming sensation if he wasn’t in his current position. With his legs held up and wide, all CeCe had to do was follow him the couple of inches he moved when he tried to yank away from her.
“Just let go and enjoy it.” She pressed the vibe into that spot again and Aaron had no choice but to do just that.
He felt the orgasm start deep inside him even before the physical evidence shot into the air. He had no control of his body as the sensations burned a path through him like lightning. Noises he was sure he’d never made during sex before filled the bedroom, no doubt penetrating the walls into the other room.
Then again, this wasn’t sex. This was some sort of battery-operated torture this woman had devised to keep him at her mercy. Torture was the only word he could come up with for uncontrolled pleasure that bordered on pain and filled him with humiliation and shame.
Even so, there was the undeniable fact that this kinky shit excited him. He wouldn’t have come so hard if it didn’t. If he could get over the fear that he shouldn’t like it, he’d have to admit that deep down a part of him did.
She kept the toy inside him. Even after he’d run dry, he felt his muscles still rhythmically contracting around the hard plastic invading him.
“No more. I can’t take anymore.” He gasped the plea.
She turned the vibrations to low, but in his over-sensitized state, that was still too much. He tried to pull away from her and she finally switched the toy off.
“Mmm. That was nice.” She didn’t take the damn thing out of him. She continued to move it, ever so slowly. Even if it was off now, thank God, she continued to work him with slow movements that made his body jerk every time she hit that one spot.
“Um, CeCe? Can you take that out now?”
“Get hard again for me, lover. You’re young. You can do it. I know you can.”
Young or not, Aaron had no clue how he was going to get hard anytime soon. He was weak. His arms felt like lead. He didn’t even have enough energy left to move his hands. Never mind enough to stroke himself into another erection, even if he wanted to. But if nothing else, he knew one thing. What CeCe wanted, CeCe got. Tonight, she wanted him.
“CeCe, I need some time.”
“I know what’s wrong. You’re too used to this toy now. You need something bigger.” She pulled out the vibrator but Aaron felt no relief as she moved toward the nightstand.
Bigger.
His heart began to pound like a jackhammer at the thought. His cock jerked beneath his hand as he started to grow hard. His ass clenched as she reached for the drawer and he anticipated what she’d do to him next.
He could never ever breathe a word of this to any of the guys.
Yes, they’d get his keeping a sponsor happy for the good of the association. And get that he enjoyed getting naked after an event with a hot-as-hell, not to mention rich older woman. That was totally understandable. Any number of riders would be envious of him and the time he got to spend in the lap of luxury with her.
But the fact he was now hard
as a rock from watching her lube up a vibrator twice the size of the last one so she could stick it inside him—the guys would never understand that.
Hell, Aaron didn’t understand it himself, but as she moved toward him again, he decided to stop worrying about what he’d gotten himself into and just go with it.
He’d come this far, done things he’d never thought he’d do or enjoy, and right or wrong, damned if he wasn’t craving more.
CeCe smiled and flipped on the vibrator. “I think you’re going to like this one.”
In his mind, that was exactly the problem.
As she pressed it against him, Aaron closed his eyes and blocked out the knowledge that this one was far too phallic-looking for his taste. That was right before she eased it deep inside him and he started not to care anymore.
Chapter Fourteen
“So how’s your trip?” The excitement in Jackie’s voice was evident. Jill’s sister and best friend could make anything sound exciting, even a business trip.
“It’s fine.” Aside from the fact she’d had to watch, and then hear, her boss hooking up with a hot young bull rider. Jill kept that part to herself. But damn, the sounds coming out of CeCe’s bedroom, which Jill heard from two rooms away, were enough to fuel a girl’s curiosity as much as her disgust about what was happening in there.
Added to Jill’s sexual frustration was the fact that Jackie was much too perky and awake. It might be evening in California where Jill lived, but here on the East Coast it was time for her to be in bed. But just because the clock said Jill should be sleeping, didn’t mean her body agreed.
“Is it a nice city?” her sister asked, ever curious.
Jill let out a snort of a laugh. First of all, she wasn’t sure Duluth, Georgia, where the event was being held, was all that known for its tourist attractions. Aside from that, she’d never been on a business trip where she’d gotten to see anything.
“I really wouldn’t know. I’ve seen the airport, the hotel and the arena. Oh, and one local bar where I had drinks with some of the riders.”
“Ooo. That last part sounds interesting. Do tell.”
Jackie always was an optimist, looking for a love connection for Jill even when there was none. “Don’t get excited, sis. Every one of them was taken.”
“Every single one? Aren’t there any single bull riders?”
“There are a few riders who are single, I’m sure, but they weren’t with us last night.”
And one of those single bull riders was now taken, if the way CeCe had been hanging all over Aaron at the event was any indication.
It was the story of Jill’s life. Always the bridesmaid and never the bride. Hell, she didn’t even need the whole diamond ring and white dress. Just a night or two of hot sex would do. One weekend of the kind of red-hot sex with Aaron that she’d heard through the walls would no doubt hold Jill for months.
Instead, CeCe had gotten that hot weekend, and Jill had gotten to work late in her hotel room.
“One day your prince will come. I promise. Mine did.”
Yes, her sister’s prince had come along years ago in high school, which didn’t help Jill’s feelings about her single status any. Jill sighed. “I know.”
A knock on the connecting door to the suite had Jill frowning. What the hell did CeCe want with her at this time of night? Especially on a night when she had Aaron in her bed? “Jackie, I gotta get going. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“All right. Night.”
“Goodnight.” Jill ended the call and tossed her phone onto the bed.
She reached for the knob and pulled open the door. There stood Aaron, his boots held in one hand and his bag in the other.
“Can I come in?” He spoke like a man in hiding, his voice soft and anxious.
“Um, yeah. Sure.” Jill took a step back to let him in. CeCe would flip if she saw Aaron here, but Jill was too curious to tell him no.
He glanced over his shoulder one more time before following her in and pulling the door closed behind him. “I’m sorry to bother you so late.”
“Not a problem. I was awake.” And now she was incredibly interested to know why Aaron was sneaking out of CeCe’s suite like a thief in the night.
“Do you have my keys?”
His purpose for being in her room became clear. His truck keys. He was indeed making an escape, and Jill would bet her paycheck that CeCe was asleep and knew nothing about his quiet departure.
“Keys?” Jill used every ounce of acting ability she had to play dumb. She’d starred in enough plays in high school and college that she sounded pretty convincing, if she did say so herself.
His eyes widened as his mouth dropped open. “You didn’t drive my truck here?”
Aaron’s expression was so priceless, it was all Jill could do to maintain her composure and not laugh. Actually, she couldn’t for very long. She ended up smiling and letting him off the hook. “Just kidding. Yes, I have your truck. Garret gave the keys to me.”
“Oh, thank God.” He let out a breath so filled with obvious relief it made Jill wonder even more about what could have happened.
She’d been about to thank him for providing her with a means of transportation after CeCe had told her to call a cab, but as Jill moved to retrieve the keys, she had to think that she’d done him the favor, not the other way around.
Jill grabbed her bag where she’d stashed Aaron’s keys. She had figured she’d be driving Aaron’s monster truck back to the arena in the morning. Of course, that was back when she’d thought he’d be riding with CeCe in the limo again. Back before she’d been aware of his midnight plan to flee.
He took a step forward, but she wasn’t about to let him off that easily.
“Oh, no. Not so fast.” Keys still held captive in her hand, she pulled them away from his reaching grasp. “You don’t get these until you tell me why you’re sneaking out.” And looking so desperate to do it without CeCe knowing.
“No reason.” Aaron was a horrible liar. She heard the underlying panic in his voice.
Now she was really curious. Jill crossed her arms and waited. He must have finally realized he wasn’t getting his keys without some sort of explanation. Aaron let out a sigh. He put his bag down on the floor and sat in her desk chair.
“I just need to get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s event.” Avoiding eye contact, Aaron focused on his feet as he pulled one boot over his sock.
Him needing a good night’s rest before the competition was a valid excuse. She couldn’t really argue with him even if she felt deep down there must be more to Aaron’s leaving so stealthily. After he’d pulled on the second boot, she held his keys out to him.
He stood and took them. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Anytime. It’s not often I get to drive a big-boy truck like yours. I live in Los Angeles now, so I’ve got a compact car that’s good on gas and is easy to park but my suitcases barely fit.”
He smiled, but she could see the weariness in him. “I’d better go.”
“Mmm, hmm. You need your rest for tomorrow.” She moved to the door—the one that led to the hallway and Aaron’s path of escape, not the other door to the suite. “So I’ll see you tomorrow at the arena.”
“Yup. You will. Goodnight.” He tipped his hat and headed into the hallway bag in hand.
Jill watched him until he turned the corner for the elevator, wondering if he had always walked as if he was in pain and she just hadn’t noticed before, or if he had a new injury from that night’s event.
And yes, she also watched because there was something about a cowboy in jeans and boots that drew a girl’s eye. Especially the eye of a displaced country girl now living in a city.
She’d have to visit her family in Virginia and soon. Possibly look up one of her old boyfriends while she was there. If one was around and still sing
le, she could meet him for a drink…and more. Maybe that would get rid of this ache inside her.
Then again, maybe not.
Chapter Fifteen
“So you’re still not going to tell me why Chase and I woke up in the middle of the night to you stumbling around in the dark in our hotel room?”
Wishing everyone would just leave him alone, Aaron shook his head and concentrated on pawing through his gear bag in search of his mouthguard.
“Why are you not talking?” Arms crossed, Garret leaned against the wall of the riders’ dressing room.
“Garret, just quit. There’s nothing to talk about.” Aaron finally checked the pocket of his safety vest and found the mouthguard there, right where he’d stashed it after yesterday’s ride. Damn, his mind was definitely not on his riding today.
“Really?” The skepticism was clear in his brother-in-law’s voice. “You don’t want to talk about why, when a gorgeous rich woman invites you to spend the night in her luxury suite, you sneak out to sleep on the cot in our cheap hotel room?”
“I told you already. I needed to get some sleep.”
“And you couldn’t sleep in her room because why? Does she keep you up all night?” Garret waggled his eyebrows as he stressed the word.
Thinking his friend was being more juvenile than clever, Aaron let out a sound of frustration. “Can we please talk about something else?”
“Sure. How about this for a topic? Is there a reason you’re hiding in the rider room instead of hanging with the other guys behind the chutes?”
Aaron was trying to think of a plausible reason, aside from the truth, when Tom Parsons popped his head in the doorway. “Jordan, why the hell are you back here instead of up in the VIP section with CeCe Cole?”
Shit. She was here? Aaron was kind of hoping she wouldn’t show. He knew her not coming would be a long shot, but it didn’t hurt to wish for it anyway.
Garret looked between the man standing in the doorway and to where Aaron slumped on the bench. Both men were waiting for the answer Aaron didn’t want to give.