by Tyler, Paige
Trista had been with a lot of men who knew how to make a woman come, but none who knew how to draw out a climax for so long, and she was helpless to do anything but obey his silent command. By the time Blake was done coaxing every last itsy bitsy drop of pleasure out of her pussy, she was absolutely rung out.
Thankfully, Blake was kind enough to hold onto her as he stood up. If he hadn't, she probably would have slid off the counter into a big puddle. When she was finally steady, he pulled her into a sitting position—with him right between her legs. His cock was at the perfect height to slide right in.
“I have a condom in my purse,” she said softly.
For some reason, she always felt a little embarrassed coming out and telling a man that right out of the blue. But there just wasn't a simple way to slip that into the conversation. If a man felt less of her for packing at all times, that was his problem.
But Blake didn't look anything but relieved. “Thank God. I didn't know what we were going to do if you didn't. I think I'd explode if I had to wait until I got you back to my place.”
His place? She liked the sound of that.
Giving him a grin, Trista hopped off the counter and ran over to her purse. It took a bit longer to find her emergency condom than she would have liked, and she was this close to dumping everything on the floor when her fingers finally closed over the foil packet. Holding it up like a present, she slowly sauntered back over to where Blake was waiting. She started to step over the pile of clothes on the floor, only to stop as a flash of silver caught her attention. Unable to resist, she bent down and helped herself to the pair of handcuffs from the leather pouch on his equipment belt.
She got to her feet, a condom in one hand and his cuffs dangling from the fingers of the other. “Think you can figure out how to use these?”
His mouth quirked. “I'm a trained law enforcement professional. What do you think?”
She smiled. “I think I can’t wait to be your prisoner.”
Trista dropped the cuffs into his outstretched palm, then put both hands out in front of her, wrists close together, pulse racing. Instead of cuffing her, though, Blake plunked the manacles down on the counter and pulled her into his arms for another kiss. She wasn’t going to complain. She could never be kissed too much. It was extra special because his flavor was mixed with her own arousal from all that pussy licking he’ done. She was so caught up in the taste she barely noticed when he grasped her hips in his big hands and lifted her onto the counter.
Grinning roguishly, he picked up the handcuffs and slowly locked one of the silver circles around her right wrist. Then he put that arm behind her back and held it there before moving the left around to join it. She didn't resist, but was still surprised at how easy it was for him to cuff her left wrist without being able to see it. He really was a professional at this. When they were secure, he tightened each cuff a few more clicks. Her pussy twitched at every snap of metal on metal.
She'd been tied up by a guy before, but she was a handcuff virgin. This was going to be wild.
Blake stepped back, regarding her with a hungry expression as he slowly worked his hand up and down his already erect cock. Trista licked her lips at the sight. She couldn’t believe she’d never seen a guy do that before. Watching him jerk off for her was beyond hot.
He grabbed the foil packet from the counter and tore it open with his teeth, then carefully rolled the condom onto his shaft. The latex seemed to accentuate how big he was, and her breathing quickened in anticipation as he spread her legs wide.
As she’d guessed, the counter put him at the perfect position. The head of his shaft was already nudging the opening of her pussy without any assistance at all.
Gaze locked with hers, Blake gently pushed himself inside. Trista yearned to look down and watch his penis slide inside her, but he held her captive with the intensity of his stare.
She gasped as his cock bottomed out in her. He was a perfect fit, touching her in all the right places. Blake threaded both hands in her hair and pulled her close for another scorching kiss. His tongue plunged in her mouth at the same time his cock slid out. It was hard to focus on either sensation, and impossible to ignore them as well, and she whimpered as he ravished her mouth while he pumped her pussy. She strained against the cuffs, wanting to envelop him in her arms, but it was useless. The handcuffs wouldn’t give. They made her feel so controlled she almost screamed. All she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and let him know how good he was making her feel by making him feel just as good.
Blake dragged his mouth away with a groan. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up so that the only part of her body still touching the counter were her cuffed hands. Then he pounded into her like he meant it. Her arms immediately protested at the workout they were getting. Her pussy, on the other hand, was in complete heaven. She considered it a fair trade-off.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “Don't stop!”
Despite how incredible it felt—and God, did it feel incredible—her arms couldn't handle the position very long. Against her will, she found herself thinking more about the strain on her triceps than the orgasm slowly building deep inside her, and she started losing her groove. Luckily, Blake seemed to have the ability to read her mind. Just when she thought her arms might give out, he came to a stop with his hard-on buried deep inside her.
He dipped his head to catch her bottom lips between his teeth and suck on it. “I think it's time for a position change, don’t you.”
She nodded in agreement, but that didn't keep her from groaning in disappointment when he slid his cock out of her pussy.
Kissing her again, he lifted her off the table and set her on her feet, then spun her around so that her back was to him. She wondered if he’d uncuff her, but he only nudged her forward until she was bent over the counter. It was high enough that she had to perch herself on her toes, but it also put her pussy right in line with Blake’s throbbing cock. He didn't waste any time burying it inside her.
While she was ready for him, she still gasped. Maybe because this position made it feel as if he so much deeper. As if he was touching places she'd never been touched.
Trista thought she might have trouble finding the string attached to her orgasm and reeling it back in, but thanks to Blake’s slow, measured thrusts, that wasn’t a problem. Once she had hold of it, she tried to rock back against him, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he held her hips tightly, controlling her every movement. She wasn't the kind of girl who usually gave up control like this, but she had been the one who suggested the cuffs. Besides, she had to admit, if there was anyone she didn’t mind being in charge of her sexual satisfaction, it was Blake. Which was why she played the good submissive and let him have his way with her.
But even Blake couldn’t hold back. Once he had her fires built up nice and hot, he fucked her harder, driving his cock in deeper with every thrust. His hips smacked against her ass, almost like he was giving her a spanking. Wasn’t that a delicious thought?
Trista bit her lower lip and moaned as the familiar tingling that always came before an orgasm coursed through her body. She'd already come hard twice, so this time her climax built up slower. When it came, it washed over her like gentle waves like the waves on a beach. She moaned her pleasure, forcing herself back on Blake's cock, eager to feel him come with her.
But he wouldn't do it. He rode her straight through her own climax and then slowed so she could enjoy the after tremors. She lay there catching her breath as he returned to his gentle, casual in-and-out pumping. Where the hell had this guy been all her life? Moving back to Houston was turning out to be the best decision she'd ever made. And Blake was going to be a permanent part of her new life here, she’d see to that.
“You have a beautiful ass, Trista,” he murmured. “You do know that, don't you?”
Never one to pass on a compliment, even one that came in the middle of getting fucked, Trista shook her head with a laugh. “It not a part of my body I get
to see too often, so no, I didn't know that. But thanks for telling me.”
He caressed her ass with one hand, squeezing her cheeks. Mmm, that felt good. Especially when he trailed one finger down the cleft between her cheeks to tickle her anus. She sucked in her breath. Was he going to slide his finger in her bottom?
“Are you telling me that no one has ever told you how devastating your ass is?”
First beautiful, then devastating? She could tell Blake was going to be good for her ego.
“You'd be the first.”
“Then you must hang out with stupid guys, because I think I'm in love with your ass.”
She laughed. “Feel free to love my ass all you want.”
Would he pick up on her double entendre? She’d absolutely love if he slid that succulent cock of his in her ass. It would be the ending of a perfect bout of sex.
“I would normally consider myself a breast man,” he said, tracing his finger around her sensitive rosebud. “But an ass like yours is enough to convert me to the dark side.”
So he was after her ass. She wiggled it at him. “If you like my ass so much, why don't you slide your cock in it?”
Having her face to the counter made it a lot easier to say something so blatant, but then again, she’d never had a problem asking for what she really wanted.
Chapter Four
He stopped moving his finger and she heard his breath hitch. “You sure about that? We don't have any lube.”
Dang. She hadn't thought about that. But she wanted him in there so badly. “I think my pussy has lubed you up pretty well. Just go slow.”
She wasn't surprised when he disregarded her assessment and instead spent a few minutes teasing her ass with his fingers, making sure she was completely relaxed and ready.
When he slid out of her pussy, she had to bite her lip to hold back a groan. He felt so good she wished he could have just stayed there all night. But if he did, he wouldn’t be able to slide in her ass. And she really wanted that. Besides, it was time to make him come. Heaven knew, she’d come more than enough times already.
Blake spread her cheeks and positioned the head of his erection at the opening of her rosebud. Trista clenched involuntarily. She might be plenty wet, but his cock was big. It’d take time and patience to get him buried deep in her ass.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “If you uncuff my hands, I can help spread my cheeks for you.”
He slowly ran his hands over her cuffed wrists, giving them a little tug. “I don't think that’ll be necessary. I kind of like the idea of sliding in your ass while your hands are cuffed. Kinky, I know, but what can I say? You look good in my handcuffs.”
She couldn't help but laugh. “Then I guess I'll just have to wear them for you as often as I can.”
“Good. Because I plan to have you in them all the time.”
Her pulse skipped a beat. She liked the sound of that. It meant he was thinking about the future as much as she was.
Blake spread her cheeks more, sliding the first few inches of his cock in her ass. She was relaxed, so it went in far easier than she'd thought it would, but damn, he was thick. She'd never felt this stuffed.
“As a matter of fact,” he continued, “I'm not sure if I'm going to let you out of these cuffs for the rest of the night.”
As if to emphasize his point, he got a firm grip on the link between the cuffs around her wrists and used that newfound leverage to push his cock deeper into her ass.
A fascinating mix of pleasure and discomfort overwhelmed her for a moment, and she grunted. She’d never understood why she liked taking it in the ass so much. Sure, it felt great, but there were also moments when she was sure that a guy was never going to fit up there. Maybe that was the thing with her and anal—the desire to take more than she ever thought she could.
Regardless of how big he was, Blake's cock fit quite nicely. In fact, it felt so amazing she never wanted him to take it out again. Except, of course, she did want him to take it—simply so he could push it back in even deeper.
He held her bound wrists tightly and began thrusting. Just little thrusts, moving no more than an inch or so either way. But even that made her feel delirious with pleasure. Seriously, she was damn near drooling on the counter from the sensation of being stuffed so absolutely full.
He fucked her slowly, likely worried he wasn't lubed up enough to take her harder. He needn't have been concerned. Her bottom was so gooey with excitement at the moment he could have done anything he wanted to her. But if Blake wanted to take it easy on her ass, she wasn't going to complain.
“Oh yeah, just like that, baby,” she whispered as he quickened the pace. “Come in my ass.”
He couldn't really come in her bottom of course—he was still wearing a condom. But Blake didn’t correct her. Instead, he grabbed her hips and yanked her ass back hard against his cock, driving himself so deep she gasped.
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned.
If her hands hadn't been cuffed, she would have been diddling her clit at that moment, doing anything to come with him, just so her ass would squeeze him even tighter. But masturbation was out of the question, so she had to settle for squeezing his cock so good he’d dream about being in her ass for the rest of his life.
There was a sudden intake of breath from behind her. Trista smiled. Oh yeah, that was the tipping point for him.
Blake pulled her back on his cock, burying himself to the base, and she was sure he was going to come. But instead, he did something that surprised her. He reached around with one hand and fingers found her clit with his fingers. A few circles on her pleasure center while his cock throbbed inside her was all it took.
He came hard.
And she came with him. Harder than she would have thought possible, considering the multiple orgasms she'd already had.
It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was perfect.
* * * * *
An hour later, she and Blake were both still naked. He was sitting on a chair along the back wall. She was on his lap, one arm draped loosely around his neck, the other on his chest.
“Have I told you how incredible that was?” she asked.
His mouth curved. “Several times. But I don’t mind hearing it again.” He wrapped his hand around hers, taking it from his chest to rub her wrist where the cuff had left a faint impression. “I wasn't too rough on you, was I?”
Trista smiled. “Not at all. You should already know this, but we Texas girls like our loving hard and long. And if things get little rough? Well, that just makes it all the better.”
His mouth quirked. “I'll be sure to remember that next time.”
She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “So, do you think we'll be getting together again?”
Not subtle. But subtle never worked on men.
“I reckon.” He flashed her a grin. “If for no other reason than so I can give you a few more lessons before you take your concealed carry course again.”
She lifted a brow. “Are you suggesting that you have a few more things to teach me about shooting?”
The sudden smolder in his eyes made her tummy flutter. “Among other things.”
Trista chewed on her lower lip. Not that she didn’t like the sound of that, but maybe it was time to let him in on her secret. Unfolding herself from the warmth of his arms, she got to her feet and walked over to the shooting counter. Naked, she slowly and methodically reloaded the 9mm magazine and slid it into her Lady Smith, then chambered a round. Carefully setting it down again, she picked up two pairs of earmuffs and tossed one to Blake.
“You might want to put those on. Things are about to get loud.”
Putting on her own pair, Trista picked up the gun and took aim at the target with a one-handed grip, then fired off all nine rounds rapid fire, hitting the target dead center. When she was done, she dropped the empty magazine, cleared the weapon and put it back on the table.
She took off her earmuffs and turned to regard Blake. “What do you
think?”
He didn’t even look at the target. “I think I like watching you shoot naked.”
She sauntered over to stand in front of him and struck a pose, one hand on her hip. “Still think I need more lessons?”
“Shooting lessons? No. I figured out early on you were dogging it on purpose.” He grinned. “But that doesn't mean I don't have some lessons for you."
“What kind of lessons did you have in mind?”
Blake pulled her down onto his lap and smacked her on the ass. “Maybe a few lessons in what happens when you try to run a con on a cop.”
He followed that up with another smack on the bottom. She gave a little yelp that dissolved into giggles. “That's a lesson I can get into. Consider me ready to be punished.” She wiggled her butt tighter into his lap and snuggled closer. “When do you think you might be able to find time to teach me my lesson?”
His cock stiffened beneath her. “You have any plans for tonight?”
Her pussy purred. “I think an opening just appeared in my calendar. Your place or mine?”
“My place is only fifteen minutes away.”
That was about as long as she could wait to get that glorious cock of his inside her again. “Definitely yours.”
It was difficult to force herself to get off Blake's lap. A few more minutes of wiggling and they wouldn't need to go anywhere. But the idea of having round two in a real bed was enough to persuade her.
As they yanked their clothes back on, a thought struck Trista. She glanced at Blake as she stepped into her jeans. “So, I don't have to take the concealed carry class over again, do I?”
Blake watched her wiggle them over her hips. “It wouldn't be fair for me to give you a free pass just because we’re sleeping together.”
Damn. She supposed she couldn't be too upset. She'd deliberately screwed up so she could get Blake's attention—and that had definitely worked. Still, sitting through that classroom portion again was going to blow, not to mention the cost of the course.