by Desiree Holt
She moaned when Kyle moved the sponge away, lifted one leg at a time and used the porous flower to caress the responsive spot behind each knee. She was at once completely relaxed and totally on edge, anticipation singing every nerve. Her eyes flew open when she heard the drain lever flip up and the gurgle of the water beginning to drain.
“What…?”
He helped her to stand and climb out of the tub onto the bath mat. A large towel lay folded on the vanity and he used it to pat her dry.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
He hurried into the bedroom and quickly returned carrying the box with the nipple clamps nestled on a bed of cotton. Lifting one breast, he pulled the nipple into his mouth, closing his lips over it and sucking deeply. Her knees were suddenly so weak, Jessie had to grab his upper arms to balance herself.
Very slowly, circling the bud once more with his tongue, Kyle released the throbbing nub and turned his attention to the other one. When they were plumped and swollen to his satisfaction, he carefully pulled each one into the restraints of a ring and tightened both of them. He stared at her breasts with a hot look in his eyes and made a small sound of satisfaction.
“Look.” He turned her around so she faced the mirror over the vanity. “See how beautiful those nipples look, sugar. See how swollen and red they are. Just looking at them makes me so hard I could come right now.” He nipped one earlobe. “But I’m not going to. I’m saving that for later. A very special later.”
Arrows of pleasure stabbed through her at the erotic intention in his low, husky voice. When he turned her back to face him and pressed his lips to hers, stabbing his tongue into her mouth, she whimpered with pleasure. Then he lifted her so she was seated on the vanity and closed his mouth over one of her clamped nipples. When his teeth scraped over the sensitive surface, she dug her nails into his shoulders.
He worshipped her nipple, that was the only word to describe it. Sucking, licking, tugging with teeth that grazed gently against the tender surface. She looked down at his face, saw his cheeks hollow as he sucked and pulled with his mouth. He slid his tongue over the very swollen tip imprisoned in the nipple ring, then nipped again. Teasing, tormenting, in the same way she’d played with him the night before.
Her hands gripped the edge of the vanity as streak after streak of heat surged directly from her breast to her cunt and set up a wave of tiny tremors. She closed her eyes, letting sensation sweep over her.
When he moved to her other nipple, he moved thumb and forefinger to the one he’d been worshiping, squeezing it and pulling gently. Jessie nearly couldn’t breathe.
She wanted to clench her thighs together to contain the thrumming in her sex, but Kyle was standing between them, keeping her legs wide open. He dropped a hand to the lips of her pussy, lightly stroking the wet folds, ramping up the spasms building inside her. He worked her nipples harder, one always in his mouth while the other was captured by a thumb and forefinger.
The orgasm hit without warning, shaking her, vibrating through her, all the more intense because she couldn’t satisfy the desperate need to feel something inside her.
Kyle slid his hands up to her shoulders, his fingers warm on her skin.
“See?” His mouth was a millimeter away from hers, his eyes flashing heat. “I knew I could make you come just by sucking on your nipples. Those rings are a great invention.”
Jessie was still shaking. She leaned into him as she attempted to even out her breathing.
“And we’re just getting started,” he told her
“My turn to play sheriff,” Kyle said, a hungry smile on his face. He’d looked forward to this all day long, imagining all the possible scenarios. He’d been prepared for her to give him a real hard time, but whatever it was they had connected with last night was still working. Her objections had disappeared like so much smoke.
When he cuffed her to the bed with the pink fleece-lined cuffs he’d bought, he saw the bright flame in her eyes, the anticipation of what was to come. He fed her sips of wine and pieces of fresh fruit, carrying the snacks to her mouth with his teeth, the juice from the strawberries dribbling into her mouth and his at the same time. He had to force himself to keep his eyes away from her sweet little cunt or he’d have lost it right then and there, and he had big plans for that part of her anatomy.
When they finished two glasses of wine, some of which he’d dribbled onto those gorgeously-compressed nipples and licked up with his tongue, and demolished part of the fruit tray, he unlocked the handcuffs from the headboard, lifted her and turned her so she was on her knees. As soon as he had her hands cuffed again, this time behind her, he pulled all the pillows into a pile and helped her lean onto them. He definitely wanted her comfortable for what was about to happen.
Nudging her thighs apart, he gently rubbed the lips of her pussy.
“So sweet,” he breathed. “Hell, Jessie, I’ve been dreaming about this all day.”
“All day?” She turned her head on the pillows, trying to see him.
“You bet. You didn’t think I was gonna let what happened this morning chase me away, did you?”
“Apparently not.” Her voice was strangled, probably because he was still lightly caressing the folds of her sex.
He reached into the pink bag on the nightstand, pulled out a small plastic bottle and held it in front of her. “The lady that sold me this said it would give you the big bang.” He chuckled.
A deep blush crept up her neck and her cheeks. “Excuse me?”
“What does that television commercial say? Intensifies the reaction?” He kissed her cheek. “I plan to intensify the hell out of it.”
He took his time rubbing the scented gel on every inch of her cunt, inside and out, paying special attention to her clit. Her juices mingled with the gel, and her scent reached out to him, his cock stiffening even more, if possible. He just hoped he could hold it together for a while longer. Touching Jessie was like sticking his hand in fire.
When he finished, he capped the bottle, took the little butterfly from its box and spread the tiny clamp with his fingers.
“Little pinch, sugar.”
She flinched slightly when he settled the butterfly on her clit. “What is that, Kyle?”
“It’s something to make you feel really, really good, Jessie.”
Taking the tiny remote from the box, he pressed the switch and the little adornment began to hum, the wings fluttering.
“Ohmigod. Ohmigod, Kyle.” She wriggled her hips and tried to push her thighs together, but Kyle stopped her with his hands.
“Not yet. We’re only half ready, sugar.”
“W-What do you mean?”
He dipped his hand into the bag again and brought out another little box. Opening it, he held it in front of her eyes to show her the two little decorated metal balls inside.
“Ben Wah balls. I saw some when I peeked in your drawer this morning, but I wanted to get you a special set just from me. And these have little vibrating tongues inside them.”
He turned off the butterfly while he gently slid the little spheres into her well-lubricated cunt. When he had them in place, he gently bit one cheek of her ass, then turned on the butterfly again. He had to wrap his fingers around his cock at the sight of her body shimmying in the grip of the double stimulations.
“Kyle!” she yelled, pressing herself into the mound of pillows.
“It’s all right, sugar.” He continued to stroke himself slowly, willing his control, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her pulsating cunt. He bent closer to her. “Feel all that, Jessie?” he asked in a very low voice. “Feel that all the way through you?”
“Y-Yes. Oh, god, yes. I want…I want…”
“What do you want?” He leaned closer and licked her neck. “You want to come again?”
“Yes.” Her answer was a long, drawn-out whimper. “Please. Please, please, please.” Strong tremors shook her slender frame, her hips rocking as the butterfly and the little balls did their work.
/> “All right,” he whispered in her ear, and turned up the switch on the butterfly.
She came hard and fast, his name echoing on a long, breath-stealing scream, her entire body shaking with the forces of it. And as she came Kyle delivered a cadence of slaps to her quivering buttocks. He ground his teeth to keep from coming himself and released his hold on his shaft.
Not yet, not yet.
Finally he pushed the remote for the butterfly to its lowest setting, then turned it off completely. The spasms wracking her body slowed, subsided, and she sighed into the pillows. Her skin was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Giving in to temptation, he leaned down and licked a long path from the base of her spine to her neck. She shivered beneath his touch.
Kyle knew he was getting close to the point of no return. Pulling a small tube from the little pink sack, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Jessie’s thighs. Impulsively, he leaned down and nipped one of her nicely rounded ass cheeks.
“Who do you belong to tonight?” he rumbled, his mouth against her silken skin. When she didn’t answer, he delivered two well-placed slaps to her rear. “Answer me, Jess.”
“Y-You.” Her answer came out on a sigh of breath. “T-To you.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
Squeezing a ribbon of lube onto his index finger, he circled the tight rim of her anus, pressing the tip into the tight opening. He pulled back, added more lube and slowly pushed his finger inside. She tensed and sucked in a deep breath, then let it out slowly as he pushed further inside.
“I loved how you made me feel last night when you did this to me,” he said, working his finger further inside. “God, I nearly came right then. You’re the first woman I’ve ever let do that.” He bent and licked one cheek of her ass again. “And the only one, sugar.”
He pulled his finger back, rolled a condom onto his painfully hard cock and placed the head of his erection at the little opening he’d just greased.
“Deep breath, Jessie. Real deep breath. I’m taking you to paradise with this.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes. Do it. Now.”
He fed his cock into her inch by inch, pressing against the thin membrane separating her two channels. He pushed inside her, and the little metal balls in her pussy rolled together. He could feel them against his cock, sending icy shivers racing through him and ratcheting up his pulse. As he eased himself into her hot, dark tunnel, he turned the little butterfly back on and her body began to shake from the stimulation.
“Oh, god, Kyle. Ohgodohgodohgod.”
He could feel the vibration through the thin membrane separating her two passages, and his shaft thickened even more. He wasn’t going to last long and he knew it. He pushed the switch higher on the butterfly, rolled his hips and hammered into her.
“Come now, Jessie,” he shouted. “Right now. Come, sugar.”
Despite the consuming orgasm that had just wracked her, she exploded with him, rocking her hips back and forth against the invasion of his cock, the heat of his semen scorching her tissues through the latex glove. Every muscle in his body tensed, his balls tightened and he spurted again and again.
When the tension on his body eased, he had enough presence of mind to unfasten the handcuffs and ease Jessie’s arms down to her sides. He retrieved the little Ben Wah balls and detached the butterfly, tossing them all onto the nightstand. Finally, he rolled her to her back and as gently as possible eased the little rings from her nipple, sucking the rosy buds gently as the blood flow returned and with it stings of pain.
He hadn’t used the dildo tonight. God, he’d really been looking forward to seeing her cunt swallow it up. Maybe even her ass. But he’d really gotten carried away, aroused beyond the point of reason. So that toy would have to wait for another time. He sure hoped there’d be one.
He had to get rid of the condom and bathe Jessie. Bathe both of them. But for the moment, he just wanted to lie there, exhausted, holding her in his arms. Stretching the moment. Capturing it. And stunned that the sense of contentment washing over him had as much to do with emotion as with everything they’d just done.
Chapter Five
The minute Jessie opened her eyes, she knew Kyle was already awake. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, holding her against him. She moved tentatively, her body sore in places she didn’t know had feelings yet at the same time she was completely sated. No other man had ever given her such a sense of fulfillment.
When he had finally gathered his strength last night, Kyle filled the tub again and bathed her with incredible tenderness. He paid special attention to her tender, aching nipples and her sore but satisfied cunt. Then he dried her with a warm towel and carried her back to bed, tucking her up against him. She fell into a soft pool of velvet, a dreamless sleep that had wrapped around her like a cloud.
Feeling the solid weight of his body against her, an unfamiliar emotion shifted inside her. She tried to ignore it, pretend it was just morning-after sentiment. Except she seldom hung around for the morning-after and sentiment wasn’t a word she ever used with her play dates.
Closing her eyes again, she willed it away, but it clung like tentacles around her soul.
No, no, no.
She tensed, gathering herself to get up and get Kyle Mitchell moving. Out of her bed, her house and her life.
“You’re not throwing me out this morning.” He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Quit fighting it, Jessie. I’m not leaving and we’re going to talk.”
She lay rigid in his arms, her Sheriff-Jessie-Ward-armor clanking into place. “Kyle? Listen to me. Whatever you’re thinking, we had a good time last night. For two nights. But that’s all it was. All it can be. We just met two days ago. We hardly know anything about each other. I have a responsible job and you…you…”
“Hobo around the country with the rodeo,” he finished for her.
“Well, yes.” She tried to move again, but he just held her tightly.
“It’s not exactly like that. Besides, you’ve never even seen me compete.”
“See?” She managed to wiggle around in his arms so she was facing him. “That’s exactly what I mean. And you don’t know what I do on my job.”
He grinned at her, that wicked Kyle Mitchell grin. “I know you arrest bullriders who get into fights in your county.”
“I have a job,” she emphasized. “That’s just a little part of it. And by the way, it’s a part I thankfully don’t have to do too often. But the minute we get out of this bed, that job becomes a reality again. And so does yours.”
He cupped her cheek with his palm. “Did you enjoy last night, Jessie? No, don’t throw bullshit at me. Just answer the question.”
Heat surged though her body, and she lowered her lashes. “Yes,” she told him in a low voice. “You know I did.”
“Wouldn’t you like to do it a lot more?” She tried again to move away from him, unwilling to answer his questions, but he refused to let her. “I don’t know what you do with your social life, Jessie, but I’m guessing you don’t spend it around here. Or with anyone you might get attached to. Right?”
Of course he was right. Kyle Mitchell was unlike anyone she’d ever met, and she wanted nothing more than a whole lot more nights like the last two. But didn’t he see how impossible that was? They had nothing in common except great sex. He wasn’t at all what she had in mind for herself. If, indeed, she had a type in mind at all.
That soft laugh was a killer to her senses. “I can almost hear your brain frying, sugar, it’s working so hard.” His fingers stroked her cheek, her forehead, her neck. “Give it up, Jessie. We’ve got something going here. I know it. You know it. Don’t you want to see if it’s worth taking a risk for?”
“But—”
He touched a finger to her lips. “But nothing. Let’s take a bath together, Jess. In that big tub of yours. With some of that sweet-smelling stuff you love so much. Just for this morning, call in late. Tell them you have so
mething important to take care of.”
He was impossible. “I can’t. I—”
“Yes. You can. Then we’ll have breakfast, we’ll get dressed. You’ll go to work and I’ll go back to San Antonio.”
She frowned. “I thought you said…” Said what? What exactly had his words meant, anyway? Was she just confused?
“And then I’ll be back tonight. I’ve got two more days before I have to be in Houston for the next stop on the tour. Let’s use them to see if we’ve got anything here.”
She finally managed to push herself upright. “And if we do? Not that I’m saying you’re right, but what happens then? I can’t follow you around the country and you aren’t about to give it all up and settle down here in Watson’s Creek.”
His face sobered. “You sure about that, Jessie? Don’t you want to find out, one way or another?”
She looked away from him. “I don’t know.” And she really meant it. She’d lived behind her invisible walls for so long, she didn’t know if she could get past them or even wanted to.
His fingers danced idly on her arm. “Give us a chance, Jessie. That’s all I’m asking. A chance.”
What could she lose? If it turned out to be nothing, he’d be gone and just a pleasant memory in her mental scrapbook. And at least he wouldn’t be hanging around blabbing to everyone.
Take a chance, Jessie. What can you lose?
“Okay.” Her breath came out on a long sigh. “You win. Tonight. And we’ll see what’s what.”
“I want to take you out to dinner.” He grabbed her wrist as she tried to slide off the bed. “Someplace with a little romance.”
Jessie couldn’t help it. Her jaw dropped. “Romance?”
He chuckled softly. “I hear there is such a thing. Don’t know a lot about it, but I’ll bet they’ve got books in the library.”
She shook herself mentally. “Kyle. I think we’re letting things get a little out of hand here. If you want another night of sex and games, I’m more than happy to drive into San Antonio and meet you. But romance?” She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”