Promises Keep (The Promise Series)

by Sarah McCarty

  He may want to give it, but she didn’t know how to ask for it. She could only stare at him while he slid his finger over her lip, her pussy aching, and her courage down around her knees.

  “Do you want to take more?” he asked, pulling her lip down, bending his head so he could slide his tongue over the moist pink lining.

  She closed her eyes as she caught his tongue between her lips. She sucked it hard before letting him go to whisper back, “Yes.”

  “But you’re worried about doing it right?”

  She nodded.

  He kissed her hard. “Would you believe me if I said you couldn’t do it wrong?”

  “No.”

  “I didn’t think so.”

  He replaced his hand with the tip of his cock, rubbing it over her lips, a pleased smile crinkling the corner of his eyes as she lapped and nibbled the engorged head.

  “Do you like my cock in your mouth?” His voice broke on the question, letting her know he wasn’t as in control as he wanted her to believe. She sucked the flesh just under the flared head. His eyes closed briefly. When they opened, they burned into hers with surging desire.

  “Are you willing to do what I tell you, no matter what?”

  She bit her lip. “No matter what” covered a large area. He didn’t say a word, just stared at her with those dark golden eyes, leaving the decision up to her. Between them, his cock lay, hard and red, pulsing with need against her lips. In her mind, she saw Nidia straddling him, saw his pleasure-racked body twisting on the sheets, desperate for more, powerless to resist her mouth. Oh yes, she wanted to learn how to give him that. Feeling like she was stepping off some invisible ledge, she closed her eyes, swallowed past the apprehension closing her throat and said, “Yes.”

  His tug on her hair had her eyes opening.

  “Not good enough.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You want to learn how to swallow my cock?”

  She understood then what he wanted. No games. No hiding. Still, it wasn’t easy with her modesty standing in her way.

  “Please, Cougar,” she whispered. “Please show me how to—” Lord, even the thought had her ricocheting between fear and anticipation. She took a steadying breath. “Teach me to swallow your cock.”

  Approval flared in his eyes before he surged to his feet. He held out his hand. She took it. He pulled her up along his body, his breath hissing through his teeth as her breasts brushed his cock and then her belly followed. “Good girl,” he murmured before slanting his mouth over hers.

  He claimed her mouth like a wild man, his hunger belying his calm demeanor. When she would have pulled back for a breath, he pulled her tighter, thrust his tongue deeper, pushing her limits just that much further. He kept himself pressed tightly against her, so close she could feel every throb of his cock, every beat of his heart.

  He stepped her backward to the couch. He tossed two pillows on one end before pushing her down. The velvet surface abraded her sensitive labia as he stood before her, his cock bobbing with this movement, his heavy balls swaying beneath.

  She glanced up at him, unsure what to do.

  “Kiss it like before.”

  She did, her lips lingering longer than they needed to, experimenting with the resilient texture before he pulled away, tapping her cheek in light reprimand with his fingers. “I said kiss it, not fuck it.”

  The smile in his eyes told her he really didn’t mind.

  His fingers lingered on her cheek, sliding back until he cupped her face in his palm. “Are you sure about this? You’re jumping from ‘getting acquainted’ to ‘down and dirty’ with no in-between.”

  “I’m sure.”

  And she was. When he instructed her to lie on her back on the couch, her shoulders balanced on the arm with her head dangling off the end, she didn’t hesitate. He wouldn’t let any harm come to her.

  He came around the end. She understood then why he’d wanted this position. By bending his knees, he could bring his cock level with her mouth.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She did, stretching as wide as possible so the head of his cock could slide in smoothly. He paused, letting her grow accustomed to his size. She let her lips relax around him first, then tightening her grip, until she held him as tightly as she dared without biting him.

  His fingers slid through her hair, wrapping into the thick strands, anchoring her against him. As if she could possibly go anywhere. She was helpless beneath him. The knowledge had her whole body dissolving into a puddle of melting anticipation.

  She watched his face as he fucked her mouth with shallow strokes. He was intent, his lips and cheeks tight. He was enjoying what they were doing, but he wasn’t wild. He wasn’t the way she wanted.

  He looked down and caught her watching him.

  He pushed his cock a little deeper, forcing her jaws wider. She struggled to accommodate his thickness.

  “You are going to have to trust me and do as I say,” he told her in a harsh parody of his normal drawl. His voice stolen by desire. For her. “If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you.”

  She jerked, incandescent sparks of anticipation skittering through her blood at the thought. His cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, only she couldn’t pull back, couldn’t get away.

  “Steady,” he murmured, pulling back the slightest of distances.

  She sucked in three deep breaths through her nose before he pushed forward again. As soon as he hit her throat, she choked and instinctively fought. He held her head still with his hands and uttered one word, “Swallow.”

  It took a second for her panicked brain to process the command. She stared at him in disbelief. He retreated, let her catch her breath and then pushed forward again, his command of “Swallow” coinciding with his cock’s striking the back of her throat. She did, feeling the broad head pop through her body’s resistance, pushing into her spasming throat. He held himself there for a second and then retreated.

  His voice was harsh and tight as he ordered her to breathe. She managed one breath and he was pushing past her resistance again, going deeper than before, moaning as she choked around his width, the muscles of her throat rippling up and down his length.

  “Damn. I’m not going to last.”

  She concentrated on breathing as he fucked her with a few shallow strokes. His thumbs bracketed her cheeks, tracing the bulge of his cock within as he said, “I’m going to come this time. You’re not going to be able to breathe when I do, so you need to take a deep breath and hold it when I fuck you.”

  Panic flared. She never thought he’d come in her mouth. He’d drown her. He pulled out until his cock rested on the shelf of her teeth. He touched her cheek again. “You can do this, Angel. Just do as I say and trust me.”

  She closed her eyes and nodded.

  He didn’t move. She waited until she couldn’t stand it anymore and then opened her eyes. He was staring down at her. “I want your eyes open and on mine the whole time.”

  She didn’t know if she could do that. Before she could say so, he was sliding his cock back into her mouth, relentlessly claiming what he wanted, what she’d given him. His strokes were bold now. No longer accommodating her inexperience. Harder, faster, deeper, he drove his cock in until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged and then remembered to swallow. His cock head broke through and then retreated so fast, she couldn’t catch her breath. Then he was back, offering no quarter as he drove in deeper than before.

  “Take it,” he encouraged. “Every inch you can, baby.”

  He pulled back, let her take a breath, and then worked his way back in. He held himself there, deep in her throat and shifted his grip from her hair to her straining nipples. He rolled them between his fingers as he retreated, pinched them hard as he pushed back in, his expression as hard and tight as his grip. His gaze clouded over as the pleasure took him. She redoubled her efforts to take him, to stroke him with her tongue whenever she could.

  This time when
he pulled back, he asked, “Are you ready?”

  She honestly did not know. Her panic must have shown in her eyes because his gaze softened. “You can do this, Angel. Just take a deep breath, swallow and trust me to take care of you.”

  She locked her gaze with his, relaxed her throat and gave herself over to him. He pressed deep into the depths of her mouth, past her throat, and kept on coming. His fingers clamped on her nipples mercilessly. Her back arched, thrusting herself up into his hands, causing her to take him as deeply as possible, her scream of pleasure vibrating around his pulsing cock. Time and time again she swallowed, her gaze clinging to his as he jerked and swore above her, his climax stealing his usual control and leaving him vulnerable to her. His pleasure hers to control. His joy hers to give. His soul hers to see.

  He withdrew before she ran out of air, his cock still spurting his seed across her tongue. She gathered it in her mouth as she drew deep breaths through her nose. He tasted of salt and mystery. Of life and hope. She swallowed his seed, his strength. His knees gave out and he collapsed across her, his weight braced on his forearms, his cock sliding free of her lips as he dragged huge gulps of air into his lungs.

  She wrapped her arms around him, held him close, and waited.

  Cougar gathered his shattered control. Beneath him, Mara lay still, her breathing occasionally broken by a shudder. He was afraid to look. Afraid to see the horror in her eyes. He’d lost control. Something that had never happened before.

  “Cougar?”

  The small voice came from beneath him, slightly raspy. No wonder considering how hard he’d been pounding his cock down her throat.

  “Yeah?”

  He pulled himself up, so he could see her.

  Her hair was a wild tangle around her face. Her lips were red and swollen, her eyes misty and…hungry?

  Oh God, she was hungry. He pushed himself up and came around the couch to slide in beside her. When he ran out of room, he just lifted her over him.

  “Did I do it right? Was it okay?”

  Okay? Damn, she’d sucked the life out of him. He caught a handful of hair in his hands and dragged her mouth to his. He was getting hard again just thinking about it. “You were perfect,” he bit off against her lips. “No one’s ever taken me like that. That completely.”

  As if she’d die if he held any part of himself back.

  He ran his hand down her back, wanting her to know that same kind of pleasure. She shuddered beneath his touch. He parted her thighs, easing her knees to either side of his hips. “Scoot up here.” She got as far as his chest before she ran out of height.

  He laughed, put his hands on her hips and lifted her over his shoulders until her little pussy hovered over his mouth.

  Her scent teased him. Her swollen, eager folds practically begged for his attention. His mouth watered as he caught sight of her clit, peeking out from its protective folds.

  She twisted in his grasp, obviously embarrassed by the position. He soothed her with a murmur and then released his grip until she supported herself on her knees above his face.

  “Damn, you’re pretty, Angel.”

  “So you keep telling me,” she choked out.

  “About time you started believing me then.”

  He parted her folds with a finger, sliding along her cleft, tracing patterns on the smooth flesh as she froze above him.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Waiting for you to give me what I want.”

  “What do you want?”

  The horror in her voice told him she had an inkling of his intentions. “I want you to sit that pretty little pussy on my face and show me what you like.”

  Her answer was a reedy “I can’t.”

  “But you will.”

  “I’m all wet,” she whispered as if he didn’t have a bird’s eye view of the situation.

  “Deliciously so,” he agreed.

  Still, she hesitated.

  “Are you denying me?”

  “No. But you can’t possibly want—”

  “Not only do I want, I’m starving for you.”

  Her “Oh,” was barely audible.

  He smacked her ass with his open hand. Above him, her pussy clenched and then more juices spread over her thigh. Because she liked it so much, he did it again, adding a “Give me your pussy,” for good measure.

  She obeyed immediately, her cream spreading across his face as he lapped at her, working from the inside out for the simple reason he wanted to. She tasted of the sweetest, earthiest spice. She tasted of dreams fulfilled. She tasted like heaven.

  He caught her clit in his mouth, sucking lightly at first and then building the pressure until she screamed and jerked against him. Her climax caught them both by surprise.

  He held her clit in his mouth, lapping it lightly as he let her come down. When she collapsed above him, pliable in his arms, he went back to lapping up her cream, wanting it all. Her trust was a gift he didn’t take lightly. When he got to her outer lips, her soft curls hampered his path. He touched the hair consideringly, teased her clit with his tongue, and then came to a decision.

  He pulled her up, kissed her lips and told her to hold his place. He knew she watched him as he headed for the water closet, but he didn’t answer the question he could feel beating at him. She’d understand soon enough.

  He came back with his shaving gear and his straight razor. She took one look and hit the back of the couch. He smiled and motioned her forward.

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

  He cocked a brow at her, put the soap and brush on the floor, and said, “I know so, now scoot forward.”

  She eyed the straight razor as he dragged it across the strop. “What do you think you’re going to do with that?”

  “I’m going to shave your pussy.”

  She grabbed a pillow in front of her and dropped all pretense of obedience. “No.”

  He put the razor down. “No?” he queried softly. He took two steps to the settee. “You’re telling me no?”

  He caught her arm as she made to fly past him. After that, it was simple to turn her over his knee.

  “We had an agreement,” he drawled conversationally as if the plump cheeks of her ass weren’t tempting him as they jiggled with her struggles. “My touch. Anyway I want it.”

  He brought his palm down on her right cheek. She jerked and screamed. He brought it down on her left one before she’d recovered from the first. There was more screech than howl in her cry, letting him know he wasn’t really hurting her. As she jerked on his lap, her stomach rubbed against his aching cock. One of these days, he was going to spank her until they both came, but not today. He delivered four more hard slaps to her ass, before he asked her, “Are you ready to give me what I want?”

  She wiggled on his lap, her pinkened ass tempting him into one more slap. Her moan of satisfaction was immediate.

  “Well?” he prompted.

  “Can’t I do it myself?”

  He blanched at the thought. “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m damned good with a knife and you’re not.”

  “How hard can it be?”

  He cupped his hand protectively over her tender pussy. “Hard enough you’re not going to be trying it.”

  “Why does it have to be done at all?”

  That was easy to answer. “Because I don’t want anything between you and my mouth.”

  “Oh.”

  He drew her up by her shoulders, her face red with embarrassment. Her chest was flushed with excitement. Her nipples stood proud and hard on her breasts. Damn, she was beautiful. He put a finger dead center of each breast and pushed her back until she plopped on the couch. He scooted her to the end where he’d stacked the pillows. This time, instead of her head dangling over the edge, he draped her legs.

  She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

  “You’ll be letting a hell of a lot more than t
his.” He dipped the brush in the water on the side of the stand and then rubbed the boar’s head bristles on the soap, whipping up a lather. The scent of bay rum filled the room. He pushed her right thigh wider and whisked the lather across her pubic area, pausing to linger on her clit as he moved side to side. Her hips jerked, ruining his aim. He filled the brush, and did it again, stroking her flesh over and over until she was tossing on the couch, moaning with the need for more. When she was on the edge, needing just one more flick on her clit to come, he put the brush away. She opened her eyes in time to see him angle the razor.

  “Oh my God!”

  He shook his head at her and sighed, “Cougar.”

  She started to struggle back. He stopped her just by putting the lethally sharp blade near her pussy. She froze.

  “Do you know what you’re doing?” she gasped, her lips barely moving.

  “Trust me, Angel, when it comes to a knife in my hands, you have nothing to worry about. Now hold still.”

  He placed the blade at the base of her pubic bone. “Are you sure?” was a high squeak as he began to drag the blade up in short, even strokes.

  He wiped the blade clean with a towel, caught her eye and said, “I’m sure.” As he bent back to his task, he added, “But if you ask me again, I’m going to have to punish you.”

  It was a good thing he’d paused after that pronouncement because the purely involuntary, violently eager jerk of her hips would have had him nicking her for sure.

  He pulled his hand back. His “that was a close one” had her freezing all over again. He smiled and removed another strip of hair. She was a handful, but a damned fun one.

  Things got a little more complicated as he got to the outer lips. He pinched the slippery inner lips between his fingers as he stroked the outer ones. She moaned and her hands clenched at the soft fabric of the couch.

  “Don’t come,” he warned her just before he pinched her clit between his fingers to protect it.

  By the time he finished shaving her pussy, she was dripping in sweat and gasping with need. He wasn’t much better, his cock was dribbling a steady stream of ejaculate, and if he didn’t bury it in her soon, he was going to come on the floor.