The Stars in the Sky (Giving You ... #2)

by Leslie McAdam

  "Wish I could lock the door right now.”

  I had received a good eyeful of Mr. Will and I could tell that he was starting to get ideas. Or he had them already. It wasn’t getting any easier to stay away from him. So I kissed him quickly, wriggled out of his grasp, and hightailed it out of there, finding the other bathroom.

  On Wednesday morning, I sat next to Will in the chow hall for breakfast, Josephine sitting across from me and David sitting next to her. They were chattering about their favorite horses. As usual, Will pressed his leg against mine the entire meal, although he did glance disgustedly at my muesli and soy milk, shaking his head.

  The schedule was horses in the morning, lunch, and then a group games session. "Alright everyone, gather around," I called to the kids. "We're going to do something called a trust fall."

  Grouping the children and leaders into two units, I instructed them. "We are going to take turns experiencing what it feels like to fall and have someone catch you. You are going to close your eyes, cross your arms over your chest, and fall backwards, trusting that everyone will keep you from falling. Have any of you ever done that before?"

  I received some blank stares and a few heads shaking.

  "It will be a new experience, then, but I think it's important to try it. And it's important to know that everyone here will support everyone else. Josephine, if David asked you if you would let him fall, would you?"

  "No," she answered. "I would catch him if I could."

  "Good," I said. "You will have help. You don't have to do it alone. Now, this is scary. It is normal for it to feel scary. It will feel like you are free falling. You have to trust. But I want everyone to tell me, individually, that you will catch whoever is going to fall."

  "David, would you catch whoever is going to fall?"

  "Yes."

  We did it. The feeling of having to trust, having to close your eyes, and just fall—I figured that these kids had never experienced that before. I did it too, going into one group, and falling backwards, feeling a dozen pairs of hands hold me up.

  Hands held every individual up.

  Exactly the way Will held me up.

  Exactly the way we all need to hold each other up and learn to trust. Learn to earn that trust and learn to accept that trust.

  When the hands returned a person gently to a standing position, almost everyone had a look of delight on his or her face.

  Awesomesauce. They were starting to bond.

  By Thursday afternoon, the kids were grooming horses, feeding chickens, mucking out stalls, and running free. They laughed, told stories, teased each other, made tie-dyes, and helped. It was a good week.

  But I couldn't wait for it to be over.

  On Friday morning, everyone packed up, and they left after breakfast, smiling and waving goodbye.

  Then the staff who had days off took off. All I could think about was my cowboy.

  And then I went to find Will over by the barns, my heart rate elevated, my panties wet, from thinking all morning about what he was going to do. He wasn't in the barn when I called, so I went over to the tack room, but he wasn't in there either. As I went to leave, I saw him standing in the doorway, a look on his face that I could only describe as desire.

  Our two weeks were up.

  Kinky

  "WHAT THE HELL DO you have there?" I cried, staring at Will, who stood in the doorway of the tack room.

  Bridles and reins hung on hooks all around the large tack room, which was sparsely furnished with a table, chair, and a few sawhorses. Extra bales of hay sat in a corner. Now that the kids were gone, most of the staff had taken off, we were alone in the tack room, and we had the ranch to ourselves.

  We’d made it the two weeks. Sleeping together every night, I felt closer to him than I’d felt to another human being, ever; we’d kissed, we’d hugged, we’d caressed. But despite our insistent mutual attraction, there’d been no sex, no fucking, no making love.

  And we were ready to explode.

  Will had on a tight, dark blue, faded t-shirt, jeans, belt, boots, and a Justin trucker hat that crushed his unruly hair. He held a plastic bag from a drug store, a blanket, and something that looked like a dead animal. He turned around and closed and locked the door.

  Oh, shit.

  "Deal was," he said, stalking over to me, "we went two weeks without fucking, I get to do anything I want to you, except hurt you."

  "Uh-huh," I managed.

  "It's been two weeks. You up for it?"

  I nodded. He’d stunned me into silence. I’d been turned on for days. I had been wet for the past hour. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

  "Now's the time for kinky. Take your clothes off, Marie," he commanded. "Now."

  He took a Pendleton blanket and spread it out on the ground. "Stand on this. You should know. If you want me to make love to you, right now, I will, wherever you want. But you wanted to see kinky. So, this is what is kinky to me."

  He continued. "Gonna tie you up. Wanna take you to the edge, a time or two, but not let you come. But you gotta trust me that I'm gonna let you, eventually, after I play with you for a bit, and it will be massive."

  I looked him in his gentle, chocolate brown eyes, trusting him with everything. Trusting him with me. I wanted him to feel like he could show me all parts of him, even those secret parts about what turned him on, what made him crazy. I loved all of him and I wanted to see all of him.

  "Let's do it," I said. Show me what turns you on.

  He smiled warmly and then his features changed and he looked at me fixedly.

  Then, not breaking my gaze, I licked my lips.

  I reached down and unbuttoned the buttons on my western-style shirt, one at a time, slowly, watching him the entire time. I eased my shirt off of one arm, then another, and I set it gently on a nearby table. Then I shuffled out of my vegan boots and socks, and onto the blanket. I unbuttoned my tight Wrangler jeans—the ones from high school, unzipped them, and eased them down over my hips and down my long legs.

  I stood there, looking at him, bleached hair over my shoulders, wearing a fuchsia pink demi-bra and matching Brazilian cut panties, dying for him to touch me.

  He stood there, looking back at me, eyes wide.

  Then he took the furry thing, some sort of animal hide, and spread it on the nearby bales of hay.

  "Is that a dead animal?"

  "Relax. It's fake. Feel it."

  I leaned over and felt the velvety blanket. I could deal with faux fur.

  "Are you going to put on a cowboy hat?" I teased him. "Because if you're going for a weird dom/sub fantasy thing, I want you in a cowboy hat and no shirt."

  "'Kay," he said, and strode over to another part of the tack room. He came back, holding a black cowboy hat. He set it down, took off his trucker hat, shrugged off his t-shirt, and put the cowboy hat on, low down on his face. In a trucker hat, he just looked like a hot guy. But in a cowboy hat? He looked dangerous. So heavenly tall, so muscular, in jeans, boots, and a black cowboy hat, his beautiful torso on display, his face a combination of turned on and amused, his dark eyes intense. All I could think was holy shit, my cowboy in all of his glory.

  "I said clothes off, but I think I'll help you with this," he said. And then he pulled a folded dark blue bandanna out of the back of his pocket. "Think you need to have some sensory deprivation. You trust me?"

  "I do," I said. "You know I do. I'm just fucking turned on."

  "Good. Me too. Now I'm not gonna let you come right now. But I promise I will and it’ll be really good."

  "And then?"

  "Fuck you 'til you scream," he answered, huskily, in my ear, as he tied the bandanna around my eyes, and my legs almost buckled.

  I nodded, unable to process, unable to do anything else. I managed out a whisper, "What's in the bag?"

  "Lube and a remote control vibrator from Rite Aid. And extra batteries."

  "They sell vibrators?"

  "You'd be amazed what you can get at a drug store
these days."

  Standing in the tack room, in my bra and panties, on a summer day, with no one around, felt incredibly naughty, mostly because it was a public place where any of the wranglers could walk in. But with the door locked, we should be fine. I hoped. It still felt like it heightened the anticipation, like we could get caught.

  My pulse started to race and my breathing got shallow.

  I didn't know where he was at first, he didn’t make a sound. I suppose he just stood there, gazing at me, and the thought made my nipples pucker. I fidgeted and let out a breath.

  Then I felt him behind me, and his hand pushed aside my hair and I felt his lips on the back of my neck, a wet kiss. His hands traveled down my arms lightly, making me have goosebumps.

  "Can smell you," he said. "It's fantastic. How long have you been wet?"

  "All day," I admitted.

  "Wanted to be balls deep inside you for two weeks now and fighting off being hard for an hour. So fucking turned on." Without any trouble, he unhooked my bra and released my heavy breasts, pulling the straps down one arm, and then the other. Then I could feel his rugged hands on my side, tracing my tattoo, going down, down, down, lower, and hooking into the sides of my panties and taking them off as I shifted to help him. So now I was naked and blindfolded in a barn, with Will shirtless, wearing a cowboy hat.

  The goosebumps increased.

  "Spread your legs," he said and I felt him behind me, the presence of his body brushing against mine. With one hand, he started kneading my breast, teasing the nipple, caressing it, as he stood behind me and started sucking on my neck—deep, warm kisses. Then his other hand snaked around my other side and made its way down the middle of my torso, until he reached my pussy, kissing my neck the whole time, his bicep muscles holding me still.

  "Goddamn," he said against the skin right below my ear, "you are so wet." And he started rolling a finger around my clit, against it, teasing it, reaching around and working on the other breast as he attended to the sensitive skin on my neck with his lush mouth, pressing his erection into my back. I kept wriggling and collapsing into him, my pussy starting to spasm, it felt so good all over. Each kiss from him was a sensuous attack, an assault on my senses, and I couldn't stay still to take it. I had to move. But it felt so exquisite to be touched by him after we’d been hands off for two weeks, and I let out an involuntary moan.

  "Wanna try something," he whispered, and came around my front. Since I lost his lips on my neck and his fingers on my clit, I whimpered. But then he stepped forward and crashed his lips into mine, one hand on my ass, one hand pulling me to him. Both of my hands shot up into his thick hair, knocking his hat off of him. I let one hand stay there, at the nape of his neck, holding him to me; the other went down his broad back to his ass, and lingered there and I pressed him into me, feeling his hard ass, pressing his cock into my stomach.

  Then he broke apart from my lips, nibbled his way down my jaw and neck and bit me very gently where my neck met my shoulder.

  Oh!

  He made his way with his mouth down the middle of my torso, stopping to lick and suck on each nipple in turn, making them hard, leaving them wet and glistening. Then he kept going down my middle, inserting his tongue in my belly button. His tongue kept going, down, down, and he pushed my legs farther apart, using his fingers to spread my pussy, tonguing me as far as he could go.

  But then I lost his tongue, and he walked around behind me. "Bend over, darlin'" and then he licked my pussy starting from where he had stopped on the other side, continuing between my ass, all the way up my spine to my neck.

  Holy shit.

  "Needed a taste of you all over. You opposed to getting tied up?"

  I shook my head.

  "I'll guide you. C'mere." And he picked me up behind my knees and my shoulders, and laid me gently down on the squashy fur blanket on the hay. "Hands together, baby," he said, and I put my wrists together in front of my belly. He took them, gently, and wrapped something around it, by the smell it must have been leather.

  "What is that?"

  "Reins."

  He wrapped the leather around my hands gently, but firmly, and then hoisted my hands over my head. "Keep 'em here for now," he said. "Need a pillow?"

  I was actually comfortable on the blanket and I shook my head.

  Then I could feel him taking my ankle and wrapping something around it. A rope? He slipped a knot around it and then left. "Tying you to the hook on the wall," he informed me.

  He repeated this with the other ankle, apparently tying me to the adjacent wall.

  So now I lay there spread out in Will's tack room, bound with ropes and reins, blindfolded, covered in his saliva.

  My stomach went up and down as I tried to breathe.

  I heard the bag rustle.

  "You're so wet, you don't need the lube, but you're gonna have to guide me here on where it feels best."

  I heard a small buzzing, and then a vibration against my pussy. He gently skipped it around, looking, I think, for the right place to put it. Some places he put it, I swear, if he’d kept it there for five seconds, I’d’ve come. Others simply felt good. The only way I communicated this to him was by moaning when it was in the extraordinary places. But then he took it and slipped it inside me, saying, "We'll keep this on the lowest setting for now."

  Oh, my.

  I could feel my muscles massaged by the vibrator, the clenching of my pussy, the pleasure starting to build.

  "This is a little buddy with a remote control," he said, "and I can make it stronger if I want," and he did something to make it vibrate harder and faster.

  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. I was starting to forget how to think. I was starting to do nothing but concentrate on the feelings in my pussy. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move, all I could do was feel.

  But then the vibrations went back down to a dull roar, with him controlling the setting and lowering the pressure.

  And then his tongue landed on my clit.

  And then he set off a chain reaction of all-consuming pleasure in my body.

  I couldn't wiggle, I couldn't really move, my legs were strung up like some sort of weird trussed animal, I could only move my arms up and down, so I left them up over my head, and I struggled with the restraints.

  Holy shit.

  I was going to blow over big.

  My body trembled, the muscles in my stomach tensed, my shoulders pressed into the fur, my triceps died for relief.

  And Will licking my pussy with the vibrator inside was just too much, and then . . .

  He stopped and pulled the vibrator out.

  "You fucker, that was gonna be good."

  "I know. Wait." My pussy felt cool and wet, and he blew on it.

  Then he inserted a finger in me, gently exploring, gently massaging, gently rolling around, and his tongue teased me again, building me up, and I wiggled, shaking in the restraints.

  And then he stopped.

  "AAAAAAHHHH!" I yelled.

  He chuckled.

  "Will, you asshole, you better let me come."

  "I will, darlin'." And he leaned over and licked my pussy again, this time long, laving strokes of his tongue, all broad and covering the territory. Ohmigod. This could make me come. And he did it repeatedly. And then—

  No.

  He stopped.

  "Bastard!"

  He pulled back and then I heard him walk away, rustle the bag, and come back.

  My body jerked, the need for release real, palpable.

  This sucked.

  And it was also sublime.

  And then I felt the ropes slacken on my legs and he pulled my legs together, tying my ankles to each other.

  Sitting next to me, he gathered me up in his arms when he finished, my legs in his lap, my breathing restored, and said, "Can you sit?"

  "Yeah."

  "I'm gonna put lube on your beautiful tits. And put the little buddy back in."

  I sat on the fur on the hay bale, ankles tied together
, and spread my knees so that he could put the vibrator back in me, which he did on a slightly higher speed than before, setting the remote control next to my hip.

  I felt the preorgasm blossoming again. Oh, God, I needed it.

  "Want the blindfold off?"

  I nodded. I liked it, but I wanted to see him.

  He reached around me, and took it off, and the first thing I saw was his face right in front of mine, those handsome brown eyes, those cheekbones, those lips, that jaw, that hair, right there.

  And he kissed me, licking my tongue, wet meeting wet, the taste of me on him. Then he bit my lower lip gently.

  The stronger setting on the vibrator brought me close to a real, fucking hard orgasm yet again.

  He stepped back, still in his jeans, still in his boots, K-Y in his hands. "Gonna lube you up," he said, and squirted a little in his fingers. Then he rubbed it between my breasts.

  "Will, I want to help you out of your pants, but I can't," I complained.

  "Don't need help with that. Just keep your hands in your lap and squeeze your hot as fuck tits together with your arms."

  The vibrator kept going. My pelvic muscles shaking. My shoulders danced.

  He walked over and put the cowboy hat back on. Then he stood in front of me, unhooked his belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and slid down his jeans. He shucked off his boots and his socks, and took everything off, and walked toward me, kissing me deeply again.

  "How you doin' with our little buddy? Okay?"

  I nodded.

  "Gonna titty fuck you then bend you over."

  "Yes," I gasped.

  "No anal though. We'll need to work up to that."

  "Whatever you say," I gasped, again.

  He stood before me, and then leaned over and put his cock between my breasts. I squeezed them together with my arms, unable to touch him, unable to feel him, my hands tied together with the reins still, and he let out a groan.

  "Fuck yeah, baby," he growled, as he went faster and faster between my breasts. His cock hit my mouth and I opened it, to lick the tip, to let him in as he rubbed himself against me up and down, the vibrator in me pulsing.