by Rhea Regale
“I love when you come see me every moment you can,” she assured, leaning over the wide console and bringing his hand to her cheek. His fingers were warm and strong, callused and capable. She loved his hands, how they moved over her body and played with each sensitive spot. “Somethin’s botherin’ you.”
“My mornin’ was set off by the newbie. That’s all. Wasn’t expectin’ help when I don’t need it.”
“You left the new guy alone?”
A scowl crept over Braden’s mouth, leaving a chill in her spine. “The guy is capable of doin’ the work without me supervisin’ him. If Tim’s gotta problem with it, then he can talk to me. I’ll let him know what I think about stickin’ me with some outlaw.”
Summer straightened up. Braden’s simmering anger caught her off guard, leaving her to wonder what exactly happened this morning. “Bray, that’s harsh. Give the guy some slack. It’s not his fault Tim placed him with you. Surely he didn’t have much say over where he’d end up. There’s not much goin’ on at the ranch right now. Colt takes a hit during the winter months, and everyone should be thankful they aren’t given the time off until business picks up again.”
Braden steered the truck into the drive alongside the small storefront, stopping at the back entrance to their second-story apartment over the shop. He cut the engine and lifted the armrest, wasting no time to corner her against the door and the seat and claim her mouth in another carnal kiss. She knocked his hat off and plunged one hand into his soft hair, curling her fingers tight. She sank down, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist, moaning into his mouth when his hand cupped her jeaned cunt.
“Hell, baby. I need you,” he murmured. He dipped his head and nibbled her throat. “I need you bad.”
Summer tipped her head back as his mouth traveled down to her collar. He flicked open the button on her jeans and yanked the zipper down. Summer sucked in a sharp breath as his thumb dipped into her wet panties and slid over her pulsing clit.
“Feels like you need me, too.” Braden breathed, lifting his head from her collarbone to meet her gaze. “Get upstairs before I lose it here.”
Gasping for breath, anticipating which way Braden intended to claim her after seeing the unfurled hunger glowing in his eyes, she slipped out of the truck. Braden was at her heels as she fumbled with the key to the door.
He cupped her breasts, his thumbs lashing over her nipples. She trembled, the key slipping over the doorknob. “Faster, baby.”
He pinched her nipples, giving them a sharp tug that unleashed a spray of delightful tingles sizzling down to her pussy. Her head dropped back, her stomach swirling in a fluttery dance. She fought to get the key into the hole, Braden’s teasing fingers twisted and tugged her hard nipples until she was moaning on each breath and rocking her rear into the cradle of his hips.
“I’m gonna fuck you here if you don’t get that door open. I’m hurtin’ bad. That juice of yours is leavin’ my mind in a mess,” Braden said, his voice gravelly and hot.
“You’re messin’ up more than my mind, Bray,” Summer said, fitting the key into the lock and jamming it deep. She reached back and grabbed his hard cock as she pushed open the door. Braden grabbed her wrist and urged her forward. They stumbled through the doorway, breathing hard. “I wanna ride you, cowboy.”
Braden twisted her to him and made lightning-speed work of the buttons down her shirt. He held little regard for the material as he roughly peeled it from her and tucked it in the banister alongside the stairs leading up to their apartment. Summer pressed her lips together, her pussy itching and throbbing.
“Get upstairs.”
The deep, sexual gruff teased her, quietly hinting to what type of loving he’d be delivering. She started up the stairs, taking two at a time. Braden’s fingers grabbed her jeans at the waist and gave a hard tug down her thighs. She lost her balance, falling to her hands and knees.
“Nice, baby.” His palm came down on her ass, the pleasurable spank speeding through her pussy and making her croon. Instinctively, she pushed her rear back, urging another playful spank. Braden grabbed the globes of her ass and squeezed until she let out a low, long moan, dropping her head to hang between her arms.
“You callin’ shots today?” Summer asked, words rolling off her tongue on a thick, sexy husk. Braden’s teeth scraped down her sensitive rear, making her cream.
“Yes.”
Summer cast a heady glance over her shoulder. Braden grabbed the banister with one hand, laid his palm flat against the opposite wall, and pulled himself to his feet. He wedged his knee against her cunt and gave her a gentle nudge. Her arms trembled.
“Crawl up the stairs, baby. Hands and knees.”
Summer kicked off her sneakers and let them tumble down the stairs. She wiggled her ass. Braden’s face darkened. His fingers curled against the wall. Slowly, she started crawling up the stairs, the way her jeans settled around her thighs making the trek difficult. She dared not ask him to remove them, knowing damn well she’d suffer a torturous foreplay if she did. He was in control. She was at his command.
Braden followed close behind her. He opened the door and allowed her into their apartment, still on her hands and knees. Once the door was closed, Braden came around her, spreading his feet to shoulder width. She watched him unfasten his jeans and draw out his cock. The sight of him never stopped surprising her, the long, thick length of hot flesh, drawn so taut over rigid veins. His wide crown was smeared with juice. Her mouth flooded with moisture, her jaw tightening.
Braden pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket and held out a hand. “Give me your wrists.”
Summer sat back on her heels, the jeans preventing her from any comfort. She squeezed her pussy muscles together and rocked as she lifted her hands to him, curling her fingers into loose fists. He skillfully wove the fabric between her wrists and bound them with a knot.
“You’re eyein’ my cock like a sweet treat,” Braden said. Summer lowered her eyes from his cock, heat seeping over her cheeks. “I always allow you one treat.” He combed his hand into her hair and gently forced her gaze back to his cock. His hand roamed up and down his shaft, leaving her breathless. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll suck me hard and take my cock down that throat of yours.”
Summer licked her lips and nodded, lifting onto her knees. “Yes.”
“You’ll swallow every bit of cream.”
Small tremors of excitement skated through her. “Yes.”
His fingers tightened in her hair and guided her forward. She moved, her jeans restraining her from moving easily. He tipped his cock to her, coating her lips with the tangy flavor of his pre-cum before pushing himself into her mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, his demanding gesture taking her by surprise. She grabbed the base of his cock with her hands and pulled back slightly, sealing her lips tightly around his hot flesh. Slowly, she drew him in at a comfortable pace, opening her throat to accept more of him, drinking in the taste of his juice, the velvety texture of his skin. Her body throbbed, wanting his hands, his mouth over every inch of skin.
“That’s it, baby. Nice and hard.”
Summer closed her eyes. She moaned as she drew up to his crown and curled her tongue around his sheath until all she held between her lips was his bulbous head. With teasing strokes, she laved his slit, back and forth, listening to the ragged breaths and low groans fall from Braden’s mouth. His grip in her hair tightened as she sucked him back in. His cock pulsed. She took him deeper this time, humming a soft sound that made him buck.
“Hell yeah,” he said, the stark delight in his voice strumming her nerves. The solid silk of his dick filled her mouth and nudged down her throat. She twisted one hand to cup his sac and massage his balls. “Faster.”
She obeyed, sliding her wet mouth up and down his cock, imagining him thrusting into her aching pussy. Her belly coiled and knotted, and she undulated her hips against the air, moaning
against him.
“That sexy mouth is gonna get you a nice reward.”
Summer loosened her lips and scraped her teeth lightly down his cock.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby!”
His sac drew tight, and his cock thickened. Hot cum poured down her throat in salty-sweet waves. Braden’s rough moans filled her ears. His fingers held her hair in a near painful grip, but she loved his hard play when raw passion ruled them both.
As he drew back, she lapped every drop of cum from his cock, allowing his familiar flavor to settle in her body, his scent filling her nostrils and leaving her a wild, needy mess.
“Stand up,” Braden said, an unsteady tremor marking his demand. Summer struggled to get to her feet, but came to stand in front of Braden despite her watery knees. His slate gray eyes had darkened, tweaking her desires. “Good, Summer. Turn around.”
Summer turned. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth when Braden’s hands skimmed down her back. Goose bumps crept over her arms. He inched down her flesh, tracing her ribs out and back, his thumbs following the indentation of her spine. Her breath snagged somewhere in her throat, her heart thundering against her ears. When he reached her waist, his hands flatted around the curve of her hips and slipped beneath her panties.
Braden nuzzled his cheek to the side of her head, his breath tickling her ear. “Perfect, Summer. Everythin’ about you is perfect.” He worked her panties down her thighs, catching her restraining jeans along the way. “The way you let me take control of you when you know I need it.”
Summer lowered her chin, rounding her shoulders. Braden slid away from her ear and began a fiery trail of wet kisses and licks down her spine. Her nostrils flared with each breath she took, soaking in the aroma of their arousal. She stood in a cloud of eroticism and passion, at Braden’s mercy, knowing that the delicious torture she endured would end in the greatest reward.
“Lift your foot.”
Summer lifted the foot he held. He quickly tugged the jeans, panties, and sock off and did the same with her other foot. He pushed her feet apart, his breath caressing her wet crease. His palms crept up the inside of her legs. She swallowed down a whimper. She couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t show him how damn turned on and fucking mad he was making her. Instead, she rubbed the bone just above her pussy, trying to stave off the temptation to play with her clit.
His mouth came down on her right ass cheek, leaving a circle of moist kisses. He did the same with her left cheek, his sinful hands moving past her knees, her thighs, and finally reaching her pussy. His hands skimmed up to her rear, spreading her cheeks as he kneaded her flesh.
His thumb circled her anus, wreaking havoc with her thoughts. “Ah, baby. That tight little rosette is so temptin’.”
His hands left her body, her skin a misfiring cacophony of nerve endings. She flicked her tongue along the corners of her mouth, drinking in the residue of Braden’s cum. His footsteps were quieted by the carpet, each step determined, calculated, and as certain as the man who took them. Something clinked against the table, and she stole a shaded glance over her shoulder. Braden had stripped free of his coat and shirt. She turned enough to catch a glimpse of his well-muscled back and shoulders flexing before he peeled off his jeans and tossed them on a chair.
Summer turned away and closed her eyes. God, how she wanted to run her hands along his body, lick each dip and curve of corded muscle, and drink more of his juice. The very thought of denying him his dominant stance became a temptation that had her twisting her hands in his binding.
The nightstand door opened. A hot chill sped up from her pussy. She froze, the knot caught precariously between her thumbs and forefingers slipping free.
“Hands and knees, on the bed,” Braden instructed.
Summer moved across the apartment to their king sized bed. She stole a quick glance at the objects Braden scrutinized before he dropped one packaged plug back into the box and removed the other from its container. She quickly looked away and slinked onto the bed like a cat when he turned back to her, dipping her shoulders and arching her back, exposing her wet pussy to Braden.
“As much as I want to fuck your ass, baby, I know you’re still tender from last night.” Braden climbed behind her and leaned over her back. He combed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear, dropping a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth. A moment later, Braden straightened up and separated her rear cheeks. The cool, moist tip of the butt plug press against her anus.
Instinctively, she curled her hips away. Braden grabbed her shoulder and pressed her back onto the plug. Summer relaxed her muscles, accepting the toy, the delightful pressure as it filled her at a creeping pace. Braden fit the plug inside her, stretching her muscles as he had the night before. A soft moan fled her lips. Deeper and deeper, he worked the plug, touching areas inside her body she had only recently discovered existed for the purpose of pleasure. Her fingers curled into the blanket.
“You like that?” Braden asked.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” Summer said on a long, shaky breath. The plug settled in place. Braden’s feverish skin slid up along her back until he lay flush against her. He braced his arms on either side of hers. Her attention dropped to the small, plastic item in his right hand. She felt the tip of his cock nudge her pussy lips.
“I can feel every muscle in your body coiled as tight as can be, baby. You’re silently beggin’ me to unleash you, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes.” Her arms trembled. Her thigh quaked. The tormenting brush of his cockhead over her wet cunt threatened to tear her apart at the seams, and he had barely begun.
Braden reached up to her bra and pulled one cup under her breast. He palmed her nipple, the roughness of his touch making her writhe.
“My God, my pussy’s achin’, Bray,” she whined, unable to keep quiet a moment longer.
“Hush,” he retorted. He pinched her nipple and gave it a jerk. She rocked in response, fucking the air with her hips. “Quit that, Summer. You know you’re not allowed to come until I tell you.”
I’m gonna lose it.
Braden pulled down the other cup of her bra and drew hard circles over her nipple with his palm. His lips brushed back and forth over her shoulder, bringing with it an electrifying sensation.
“Lay on your back, baby.”
Summer stretched out and rolled onto her back, spreading her knees. Braden lifted her bound wrists about her head, folding her fingers around the post in the headboard. Oh, how tempted she was to lift her head up and lick that deep valley between his solid pecs. The warm scent of his cologne mixed with masculinity lifted her onto a new level of delight.
As his gaze roamed down the front of her body, she dipped her own gaze to his jutting cock, erect and hard and ready for another round. Even the condom stressed around his thickness.
Braden dipped his head, his breath tracing a pathway from her neck to her breast. He flicked out his tongue and lashed at her nipple. She bucked, the sudden swell of sensation shocking her system. He looked up through the fallen strands of sandy hair and thick lashes, those eyes so dark and brimming with passion. Summer tightened her grip on the post to keep from reaching for his face.
“Feisty today.” Braden swirled that sinful tongue around her nipple, not taking his eyes off her as he sucked her into his mouth. His teeth held her nipple firmly and he toyed with the tip. Summer whimpered, arching her back into him, holding onto the bed for dear sanity.
A sudden burst of sensation erupted from her rear, and she cried out. The low speed vibration of the butt plug made her squirm beneath Braden’s body. Those constant pulses reached through her pussy, brushing up against her clit, melting her mind. He was catapulting her skyward, overwhelming so many senses all at once.
Summer let out a sharp breath, tried to suck another in. She chewed her lower lip. Braden slowly released his hold on her nipple and drew a wet trail of kisses to her other breast, laying down a very similar assault.
“Oh God, God, Bray. I
can’t. I–I can’t control…”
Summer let out a restrained scream as she fought to keep from giving into the pounding desire to rip apart.
The vibrations ceased, but the furious throbbing intensified. Braden’s lazy kisses and unrushed swirls of his tongue crept lower and lower down her belly. Her stomach muscles clenched. She twisted beneath him, curling her heels around the back of his thighs. Her lips pulled back, each desperate breath sieved between clenched teeth.
“You smell warm and earthy like a summer shower.” Braden’s thumbs slid through her moist slit, separating her swollen labia. Summer dropped her head against the pillow, her forehead pinched. His hands pinned her hips to the mattress. He thumbed her pussy, spreading her juice around her nether lips, circling her clit. The taunting press of the remote sat snug between his palm and her flesh.
His breath caressed her with a coolness that made her shiver. His tongue plunged into her pussy. She screamed. That molten heat he’d been stirring awake shot up to her head and down to her toes. Her fingers ached from holding onto the post, her body shaking under his merciless assault. He skated around every direct sensory nerve, knotting her womb so tight. Those damn thumbs traced through her labia and around her pulsing clit, but never touched her directly where she craved his fingers to tease.
“Braden, please let me come,” Summer begged. She tried to pump her hips, but he held her firmly, fucking her pussy with his tongue, drinking her cream between teasing invasions. She squeezed her muscles around his tongue. Braden’s head shot up.
“Stop.”
“I–I can’t.” Summer looked down at him and shook her head. “Whatever you’re doin’ today has got me hurtin’ bad. You’re gonna make me snap.”
Braden rested back on his heels and placed the small remote between her breasts. He dragged one splayed hand down her leg and slowly lifted her calf to his shoulder. He kissed her ankle and nibbled his way up to her knee before dropping forward, perched on straight arms, and stared down into her eyes.
