by Desiree Holt
She nodded mutely.
“I love toys, Molly. And I’ve wanted to share them with you for a very long time.” He licked one nipple. “I waited and waited for you to realize you’d made a mistake with that asshole in Houston. And when you came home after he did you wrong, I began collecting these little presents, hoping that now we were both a lot older, it would be our time to use them.” He licked the other nipple. “And that it would turn you on as much as it does me.”
“Chance!” she wailed, as her body bucked under the sensations of the butterfly.
“You like that, sugar? With this little remote I can turn that butterfly on any time. Or turn it off.”
He depressed the button again and just as quickly the vibrations stopped.
Her eyes widened. “Why did you stop?”
He grinned. “Don’t want to use it all up at once.” He took one of her hands and placed it over his rigid cock. “Besides, just watching you gets me too excited. And we’ve still got dinner to eat.”
“You want to eat dinner now?”
He chuckled. “Anticipation is half the pleasure. Come on.” He helped her up from the bed and pulled on his jeans. “You get to eat naked again.”
Chapter Eight
“Why not you?” she pouted.
“Why not me what?” he asked.
“Why don’t you eat naked? I like to look at you, too.”
“Because if I don’t keep my dick in my pants, our evening may be very short lived. Come on now. The food should be just about ready.”
Tonight Chance surprised her by pulling a bottle of a nice white wine from the fridge and filling two goblets.
“Wine?” Molly asked. “I thought you were strictly a beer and bourbon drinker.”
“Hey, I have class, sugar. It’s just hard to see it sometimes for all the horse shit I’m covered in.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead as he placed the glasses on the table.
For the second night in a row, Molly sat at the table facing Chance, naked except for her earrings, the butt plug and the beautiful butterfly. And Chance might as well have been naked, his lower half concealed buy the table and above it, a feast for her eyes, his hard, muscular chest with its soft pelt of fine curls, broad shoulders, arms with rippling muscles the bespoke the ranch work he did. It was all she could do not to drool.
She wondered if this “thing” between them was going to last and if he’d always insist she eat naked? The edges of the butterfly pressed against her inner thighs, forcing her to sit with her legs slightly apart. The fabric of the seat cushion rasped against the pouty lips of her cunt, arousing her even more.
She was trying to concentrate on her food, but Chance’s next words startled her. “So tell me about Boyd the Bastard.”
Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
“You know. Your ex. At least that’s what your father calls him.”
She couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped her lips. Leave it to her father. She kept her story brief and to the point, leaving out the goriest details.
“Let me say that, just like Sabrina wasn’t me, Boyd wasn’t you. And leave it at that.”
He reached across the table and covered one of her hands with his.
“I’ll never cheat on you, Molly. Ever. And I’ll take very good care of you.”
“W-What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that as soon as I get my brain straightened out so I don’t make a mess of things, I want to talk about us. But right now, all my brain can think about is the naked woman sitting across from me and the things I can do to her with that little butterfly.”
He speared a forkful of enchilada, a wicked look on his face.
Molly stilled, her own fork in midair. “What’s that look for, Chance McDaniel?”
His moved his hand to the remote. “I think we should spice up the meal a little, don’t you?”
The moment he depressed the button the little butterfly began its humming dance and her entire body responded. The tiny bundles of nerves in the walls of her cunt responded like bees to honey and the muscles quivered with little convulsions.
Molly’s fork dropped to her plate. She had all she could do to hold herself in place without trying to eat at the same time. She looked across the table at Chance, her gaze trapped by the heat in his eyes.
“Like that, sugar?” he drawled.
She nodded, not sure she could trust herself to speak.
“You have no idea how many nights my hand gave me the relief I needed while I imagined you wearing this. Thought about the sweet cream gathering in your pussy.” He dropped his eyes to her breasts. “About watching your nipples harden and pucker like they’re doing right now. Made me so hard it hurt to touch my dick.”
They stared at each for long seconds until he pressed the button again and the butterfly stopped moving.
Molly took a sip of her wine, then ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “Do you…”
No, I will not ask him.
“Do I what, darlin’? Go ahead. Ask me anything you want.”
“Do you…you know…do that a lot?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do what? Words, Molly. Remember?”
“You know,” she repeated. “Use your hand.”
A slow smile crept across his face. “You want to know if I jack off when I’m thinking of you?”
Heat crept up her cheeks, and she took a big swallow of wine. “Uh huh.”
“Why, darlin’, of course I do.”
She could almost visualize him lying naked on his bed, his big fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking rapidly to bring himself to orgasm. She didn’t need the butterfly to send a fresh surge of liquid through her pussy. That image alone was enough to do it.
Chance’s soft laugh rolled over her like a warm blanket. “Want to watch me, darlin’? I’d be happy to do it for you.”
Go on, Molly. Here’s your chance for everything you wanted.
She nodded again, her mouth so dry she couldn’t form words.
“Finish your dinner, and I’ll put on a show for you.”
She had little memory of the rest of the dinner. Chance was so busy turning the little butterfly on and off she was barely able to do anything but hold herself in place as the shudders raced through her again and again. Chance cleared their dishes, his hot smile sending shivers dancing along her skin. Then he refilled both their wine glasses and led her back to the bedroom.
“Here’s what we’ll do, Molly.” He shucked his jeans and tossed them casually on the chair on top of her clothes. “I’m going to lay that delicious body of yours on the bed and tie your hands like we did last night. Then I’m going to sit facing you, and while the butterfly does its thing I’ll stroke my dick for you, maybe play with my balls. That turn you on, darlin’?”
“Y-Yes.”
He cupped her face gently and rubbed his lips against hers. “Yes, what, Molly?”
“Yes, being tied up and watching you…masturbate…turns me on.”
He kissed her, brief but hard, one quick plunge of his tongue. Then he lifted her to the bed and stretched her out, spreading her legs and placing her arms over her head on the pillows. The ties from the night before were still lying on the night stand, and he made quick work of her wrists, fastening the ends of the ties to the headboard. Crawling onto the bed facing her, he maneuvered his legs so they were inside hers and he could hold them open. In one hand he held the little remote; the other wrapped around his swollen erection.
“Here we go.” His voice was a heavy rasp in the air.
He pressed the button and the butterfly vibrated again. At that same time he began to stroke himself, slowly at first, then faster as the butterfly did its work and she writhed on the bed. Molly wanted to close her eyes to let the sensations grip her, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the motion of his hand on the thick shaft.
His eyes never left her, watching her face, staring at her shuddering cunt. She wanted that cock inside her, but at the sa
me time, she was mesmerized by the action of his hand on it. One drop of fluid appeared at the slit in the plum-colored head, and he smoothed it over the skin with his thumb. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned forward enough to rub it against the sensitive lips of her cunt.
Molly jerked at his touch and twisted on the bed.
Chance smiled, that slow, hot smile of his, leaned back and resumed stroking himself.
She knew he could tell when her reaction to the butterfly became more intense, her arousal growing higher and higher. He increased the movement of his hand on his cock, dropping the other hand between his thighs to cup and fondle his balls.
Molly didn’t think she’d ever seen anything quite this erotic. No, she knew she hadn’t. Who the hell would she have done this with, anyway?
The climax broke over her with without warning, shaking her as if she was nothing more than a leaf in the wind. Her clasping pussy demanded something to fill it, but what she wanted was in Chance’s right hand. In seconds, his body tautened. He threw his head back and cum spilled over his fingers.
When the last spasm had left his body, he reached beside him for the remote and turned off the butterfly. As soon as he moved his legs, Molly squeezed hers together, hard, trying to satisfy the demand inside her that the orgasm had left unfulfilled.
Chance straddled her, catching his weight on his legs so he didn’t crush her. He rubbed his thumb over her lips.
“Lick it off, sugar.” There was that low, hot voice again. “Go on, taste me.”
She licked her lips obediently, his taste a heady combination of salt, sweet and male musk.
Chance shifted again, climbed off the bed and carefully removed the little butterfly. He covered her mound with light kisses.
“Still want me inside you, don’t you,” he teased.
Molly nodded, watching his every move.
“You know what they say. Anticipation is half the fun.”
“Chance, please,” she begged, still riding that sharp, hungry edge of need.
“I want to make sure you’re really ready,” he teased.
“I am, I am.” She twisted on the bed, hitching her hips toward him in a silent plea.
****
Holy hell!
He hadn’t really wanted to come, just show her how he did it, but the sight of her with that butterfly, her sweet, pink pussy quivering from the vibrations, was more than he could handle. His problem was he wanted to do everything at once with her. If he could have figured out a way to fuck her with his cock, his hands and his mouth and use all the toys at the same time he’d have done it.
The thing about it that really turned him on was Molly’s obvious enjoyment. The women who had turned him on to what they called “sexual enhancements” while he was at college had been older, more experienced, and knew what the hell they were doing. And they had led him into a path of sensuality that gave him pleasure he’d never dreamed of. The disaster with Sabrina had nearly destroyed his desire for sex completely.
After his divorce, he’d spent a lot of nights dreaming about Molly, imagining how she’d be. All those feelings about her he’d kept pent up for so long stirring inside him. He’d wondered if she shared his feelings at all.
Then she’d come back from Houston, divorced and hiding in that big house. If she hadn’t shown up at Rusty’s, he wasn’t sure what he’d have done. Because he’d been in love with Molly Hayes for what seemed forever. And now, instead of an innocent teenager, she was a woman with a mind of her own.
He had two questions to answer. One, did she feel the same way about him? And two, would she enjoy sex the way he did or would it be another catastrophe like Sabrina. He had the answer to the first one…a big, fat yes. Now he just had to find out the second without cutting his own legs out from underneath himself.
He looked at her now, spread out before him like a tasty, sensual feast and his mouth watered. He just needed his cock to get hard again and they’d be in business.
“Here, sugar.” He knelt beside Molly, lifting her head with one hand and holding the wine glass with the other. “Gotta keep up your energy.”
“Chance?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“I want you…” She lifted her hips suggestively. “Inside me.”
“And that’s where I’ll be. With the little pussy so tight from the plug in your ass that I’ll have to squeeze to get in there.” He leaned his face close to hers. “Wanna help get me ready?”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
Carefully he straddled her like he’d done the night before, being careful not to put too much weight on her slim body. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rested the head on her damp lower lip.
“Suck me, sugar. I sure do love to feel your mouth around me.”
The pleasure was so intense when she took him inside that hot wet cavern that he had to close his eyes. Shivers raced along his spine and his balls tightened. Because her hands were tied, he held his shaft for her, moving it slowly in and out, fucking that sweet mouth with steady even strokes. God, she was such a treasure. More than he’d ever dared expect. He just hoped he didn’t screw it up.
He opened his eyes and saw Molly’s big green ones staring at him, tiny pinpoints of heat dancing in the irises like flecks of gold. His erection was hard now, he was nearly at the point he needed to be. Then Molly opened her mouth wide and dragged her teeth along his length and he was there! There!
He pulled away and scooted back down her body. Snagging a condom from the night stand and rolling it on, he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Guiding his cock to the opening of her pussy, he thrust in on one long, heavy stroke.
Jesus!
Molly locked her ankles behind his neck and lifted up to him. She just looked so damn hot, lying there with her hands tied, her nipples harder than diamonds, her hot slick pussy gripping his cock like a wet fist. He’d died and gone to heaven. That was just the damn truth.
Bracing himself, he rocked his hips and began the slow, steady climb to nirvana. The plug in her ass made her channel so tight, every movement squeezed him and sent bolts of lightning shooting through him.
They were both so close that it didn’t take long. He drove into her hard, fast, again and again. And then, like rockets on the fourth of July, they exploded, shuddering and shaking. He cried out her name, but it was lost because she was screaming his, over and over.
Spent, he barely had the energy to untie Molly, stagger to the bathroom, dispose of the condom and find his way back to bed. He crawled in beside Molly and spooned her against him, his hand cradling her breast just like the night before.
Realized he’d found the place he’d been searching for all his life.
And hoped Molly felt the same way.
Chapter Nine
Once again the ranch was coming to life when Molly and Chance drove into the yard just after six. They climbed out of the truck and in full view of everyone—maybe even her father—Chance wrapped his arms around her and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in forever.
“Hard day today,” he told her. “We’ll be cutting out the new calves, moving them to a separate pasture.”
“All hands to the ready,” she grinned.
“You got it.” He blew out a breath. “I don’t know exactly what time I’ll be done but I expect it will be late again.”
“Chance, you didn’t specify—”
He touched her lips with one finger. “Maybe I should have. I’m putting a claim on all your nights, Molly.” He paused. “If that’s okay with you?”
There was that trace of uncertainty again. How could she tell him the warm feeling his words gave her without presuming too much.
She swallowed, hard. “That’s fine with me. I…um…would like that very much.”
Relief washed over his face and he kissed her again, though more briefly. Just a bare touch of the lips.
“I’ll be late. I can feel it.” He raised his eyes and looked over her shoulder. “And th
ere’s your father. He’ll have my ass if I don’t get to work.” He kissed her again, “Or maybe for messing with his daughter.”
Molly giggled. Giggled!
“I’m over twenty one, Chance. And besides, you already let the cat out of the bag yesterday.”
She heard the crunch of her father’s boots behind her, then his hand on her shoulder.
“Morning, kids.” He kissed Molly’s cheek. “Chance, you think y’all can hold off on that until we’ve got all the calves cut out? ‘Course, I sure don’t want to disrupt your cuddling time.”
Molly was stunned to see Chance actually blush, but he stood his ground. “Just telling your daughter I’ll be late getting to her tonight.”
“Hurry it up then.” Her father started off, then turned around. “I think the two of you have wasted about all the time gettin’ to each other you’re allowed. Sure glad to see you aren’t wasting any more.”
Molly smiled and buried her face against Chance’s chest. “I guess that answers all our questions. But how—”
“Smarter than both of us, I guess.”
“Why don’t you give me your key? I can go on ahead later and fix something for us to eat.” She bit her lip. “That is…I mean…”
“It’s fine, Molly. I want you to.” He pulled a key off the ring and handed it to her, then put his mouth next to her ear. “Maybe tonight we’ll see if that plug’s been doing its work.”
Heat surged through her as he winked at her and walked away. And maybe tonight they could actually talk about where they were heading. Together.
The day alternately dragged and sped by for Molly. Her father and Chance were both gone the entire time. She knew her Dad usually left Chance to supervise things like this, but they also had a pleasantly large crop of calves and everyone was on their toes to make sure none of them got hurt in the cutting process.
Finally, late in the afternoon, she drove into Littleton to the grocery store, then on to Chance’s house. Something simple and easy to fix, she reminded herself, as she worked in the kitchen. Spaghetti sauce could sit and everything else could go in at the last minute. With the sauce simmering she set the fat candles she’d bought into glass holders, took them into the bathroom and lit then, and drew a bath in the huge tub, dumping ocean breeze-scented bath salts into it.
