Cowboy Casanova: Rough Riders, Book 12

by Lorelei James

  Ben cupped her sex. Wetness coated his fingers. Yeah. Her body wasn’t objecting at all. Keeping his hand covering her pussy, he zeroed in on the hot spot on the left side of her neck.

  She jerked on the restraints, arching and tossing her head, narrowly missing a collision between her sharp chin and his forehead.

  Enough.

  He pressed one hand to the top of her head; his other hand gripped the base of her throat.

  Her eyes were panicked and if she hadn’t been restrained, Ben suspected he’d see skid marks on the carpet from her hasty departure.

  “Breathe. Do you understand I’m not gonna hurt you?”

  Took a second, but she nodded, purposely inhaling slowly and deeply.

  But her neck was so rigid he worried it’d be sore. “Relax. Talk to me.”

  “Take your hand off my neck, unless you plan to choke me out with auto-erotic-asphyxiation for your next trick.”

  He laughed. “Trying to piss me off to see if I’ll give up on you and untie your binds?”

  She seemed surprised he’d picked up on her intentions.

  “Tough luck. I have half a mind to just let you squirm and thrash around like a bull in a buckin’ chute. Wouldn’t be long before this wig was laying on the floor. And wouldn’t that be interesting?”

  That definitely got her attention.

  “Why are you so damn squirmy whenever I touch you here?” He stroked the cord straining in her neck.

  Her jaw clenched.

  He brushed his lips over hers. “This would be a good time to practice that honesty thing, bein’s you ain’t goin’ nowhere unless I let you.”

  “Fine. My whole neck is super sensitive. One touch on it, one whisper across it and I’m a mass of goose bumps. So when you kiss my neck like you were? I feel like I could come from just that.”

  “And that’s a problem…why?”

  “It’s embarrassing.”

  “Huh-uh. Try again.”

  “My head gets fuzzy. It makes me…”

  “Lose control. Guess what? That’s exactly what I’m tryin’ to do. Because control is mine, not yours.”

  Ben slid his hand between her legs. Swirling his middle finger in her juices and following the seam of her sex up to her clit. He rubbed the tiny nub until it plumped, her escalating moans urging him on. Then he went in for the kill, suctioning his mouth to her throat as he shoved two fingers into her wet pussy.

  Her body jerked like she’d stepped on a live wire.

  He felt the vibration of her scream beneath his lips and a jolt of male satisfaction hardened his dick. She was so damn responsive. He imagined spending all night teasing her, driving her to the pinnacle and then kicking her over the edge. Some other time, since he was chomping at the bit to fuck her.

  When the tension left her body, he donned a condom. He untied her legs and kneaded her calves. “Any numbness?”

  “No.”

  Releasing the straps, he perched on the edge of the bench. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs straight up and placed her ankles on his shoulders. When he widened his knees, her pussy and her asshole rested against the base of his cock. He twisted his hips, grinding his cock against those hot spots.

  She pressed into him for more friction and her eyes fluttered closed.

  “Eyes open,” he said curtly, waiting until she complied. Then he gradually fed his cock into her, until he was buried to his balls.

  “See how I’ve positioned you? So I can fuck you as deep as possible? So you can’t touch me? So you can’t touch yourself? You are totally at my mercy. Your body, your pleasure all belongs to me.”

  Tight, wet warmth surrounded his shaft. “Squeeze my cock with those cunt muscles as I pull out.” The increased pressure around his dick felt amazing. “Again.”

  After the third time, her surprised, “Yes, more,” as he withdrew made him grab a handful of ass and hike her pelvis higher. No easing in—he bottomed out on the first thrust.

  She arched hard, and turned her head with a drawn out moan.

  “Eyes. On. Me.”

  A bit of defiance showed in those hazel depths when she looked at him.

  He answered her unspoken question. “Why? Because I want you to see who’s fucking you. Who’s making you cry out. I want you to see who’s in charge.” Ben plunged into her again.

  Moisture trickled down his spine. Her chest turned slick with a sheen of sweat. Her breathing became labored. When he kicked up the pace, he wanted to come so bad his balls fucking hurt.

  “Are you ready to come, Angel?”

  “Touch me. I can’t—”

  “You will come. Without me touching your clit. Without kisses or whispers in your ear. Without me suckling your nipples or biting on your neck.” Right after he said that, goose bumps covered her skin. “But you love the thought of that, don’t you? Me sucking on those hot spots that make you tremble. Make you scream.”

  Ben pulled out halfway to stroke his cockhead against her inner pussy walls. “Arch your lower back.” He rocked that G-spot, squeezing his fingers at the root of his shaft into a makeshift cock ring. He felt her body go rigid from neck to chest to belly to legs in anticipation of the orgasm. He rasped out, “Bear down.”

  She unraveled. Her muscles spasmed around his cock and a long, low pitched wail distorted the air, competing with his grunting breaths and the hard grinding of his teeth.

  When the last pulse faded, he unleashed his control and fucked her without pause. Each stroke bringing him closer…and closer. He roared when his balls emptied, each pulse better, hotter than the one before. “Fuck. Fuck!” He closed his eyes and let go.

  A cramp tightened his palms. The sexual fog lifted from his brain and he opened his eyes. Ben glanced down, seeing he still had a death grip on her butt. He moved his hands to circle her ankles, resting above his shoulders. Keeping his gaze on hers, he kissed the inside of her calf.

  The hazy look of pleasure had softened her face. Although she deserved a break, he couldn’t allow that. He needed to keep her in the post-orgasmic state a little longer.

  Ben carefully set her feet on the floor. He ditched the condom and knelt by the bench. While he untied her arms, he fed her sweet kisses and murmured against her skin, until she released a contented female purr.

  He tilted her head back and peered into her sex-sated eyes.

  “Get on the bed, Angel. We’re not done.”

  Chapter Seven

  Ainsley blinked at him. “What?”

  “Get on the bed. Now.”

  Okay, so there wasn’t after sex cuddling. But it’d be hard to complain after Bennett had thoroughly rocked her world.

  Three times.

  Talk about a rush, a total mind blower, how completely freeing it was to be tied up. Not to have to worry where to put her hands on his body. Or if she should be touching him more. Or mirroring the way he touched her. Or if she’d lose it when he found her sensitive spots. Which he had. In record time. Oh boy, she couldn’t believe she’d come so hard just by him—

  “Angel,” Bennett said sharply. “Are you listening to me?”

  His handsome face swam into view. She smiled dreamily. “You are so good looking. Even when you scowl. I just want to lick you all over.” She touched the deep cleft in his chin and swayed closer to him. “Would you let me lick you here?”

  Strong fingers circled her biceps. He studied her face, a cross between delight and pride dancing in his blue eyes. “Christ. You really are sex drunk.”

  “If I’m sex drunk, it’s your fault.”

  Bennett bestowed that heart-stopping smile. “Oh, I’ll definitely take all the credit,” and gently pushed her onto the bed.

  She flopped back with a sigh, staring at the gossamer fabric rippling on the canopy above her. She felt like that fabric. Light. Floaty. Beautiful. Her skin tingled. Her pussy throbbed. And she absolutely didn’t give a rip she was bare-naked with a man she hardly knew. The hottest man she’d ever been with. With
the biggest dick she’d ever encountered. How would she ever get that thing in her mouth?

  His amused face hung above her. “So that’s what you’re thinking about? How you’ll fit my dick in your mouth?”

  “I said that out loud?”

  “Yep. It will fill you up. Guaranteed. It’ll be fun helping you bone up on your deep-throating skills.” He pulled her to a sitting position. “Gimme your foot so I can take off these ankle-breaking shoes.”

  “They looked naughty and sexy up by your ears.”

  He just grunted. Then he patted his thighs. “Come here and sit on my lap.”

  She walked on her knees, watching as his eyes ate up her body. When Bennett’s gaze lingered on her belly, she didn’t suck in the pooch, nor did she mention getting back to exercising to tone up her wide hips and flabby thighs. Ainsley just let him look his fill.

  He curled one hand around her jaw, holding her in place as he kissed her. These bone-melting kisses were new. Soft, slow, and thorough. He explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue as he urged her to sit on his thighs. Ainsley didn’t mind the awkward position if he’d just keep his mouth on hers, devastating all her senses with his drugging kisses.

  But Bennett abruptly spun her around, face first on the bed. One of his legs pinned both of hers to the mattress and his hand was in the center of her back, holding her down.

  “What are you—”

  A sharp smack echoed when his hand connected with her butt cheek.

  Ainsley jerked up, her haze of pleasure evaporating. “That hurts!”

  “Hold still. Every time you fight me I will add another one to each side.”

  He smacked the other butt cheek and she automatically reared up. Oh God. It stung. How had she ever thought she’d like this?

  Two more stinging swats on her tender flesh. “I warned you. Tell me you understand the consequences.”

  She said, “I-I understand,” almost by rote.

  Bennett’s hands made soothing circles on her butt. Then he landed two more blows.

  Tears prickled in her eyes. Her entire body vibrated with a mix of fear, anger and humiliation.

  Then his deep, soothing voice drifted to her. “The first few spanks are hard. You can get through them, Angel. Breathe through them. Loosen up your body. Count them out loud.”

  The whole time he spoke his hands caressed her backside. Then he stopped and smacked her left cheek hard, up by her hip. He bit off, “Count.”

  “One.” Please only let there be one more.

  He mirrored the spank on the opposite cheek.

  “T-two.”

  Her head buzzed. Her butt was on fire. Her face burned like she’d spent the day at the beach. By the time she’d counted twelve smacks on each side, a strange kind of anticipation began to build. She wanted to feel his hard palm connecting with her flesh. Would the next blow be harder? Or softer?

  It will be what he chooses. Enjoy it. Revel in it.

  Bennett murmured, “That’s it. That’s what the bite of pain can do for you. Get your mind to shut off from everything but how I can make you feel.” Then he administered the hardest hits yet.

  By the time she’d reached number twenty-two, that restless need for release had her rubbing her thighs together. She wanted to tell Bennett to finger her clit with his free hand.

  “If you’ve got time to think about tellin’ me what you need to get off, then I’m not makin’ it clear just who is in charge.”

  Was the man a mind reader?

  Then he smacked the back of the left thigh, up high by her pussy. Oh God. This was torture.

  Delicious torture.

  “Count!” Another round of rapid-fire smacks.

  She’d drifted off into that happy place again and hadn’t kept track. “I…I—”

  Bennett barked, “Don’t. Move.” His hand left her back and both hands gripped her hips as he hiked her ass in the air. More spanks. Not as hard as on her ass. He stroked his fingers up her slit before he spanked her again.

  Everything stopped. No more spanks. No more barked orders. Ainsley felt Bennett staring at her ass.

  Then he caged her body beneath his and that deep voice rumbled below her ear. “Your pussy is wet. Really wet. Do you know what that means? That means you liked your first spanking. And you took every blow so beautifully. Almost regally.” His warm lips grazed her neck and she shivered. “Goddamn your ass is hot, woman.” He chuckled. “In many ways. I wish you could see how pretty it looks. How your pink thighs and red ass frame your pussy.”

  Bennett’s words sent a thrill through her.

  “Good behavior is rewarded. Get on your hands and knees on the end of the bed.”

  She didn’t meet his gaze; she just did what she was told. In that moment of foggy pleasure, she understood she’d needed freedom from choice. How could that feel so freeing? Why did she have the urge to weep with gratitude that he’d shown her what’d been missing?

  The bed jiggled. Ainsley chanced a look between her legs when something soft brushed the insides of her thighs. Oh. Wow. His head was right below her…

  Bennett yanked her down until her pussy was right on his mouth. He feasted on her, spreading her open with his thumbs. One minute that wickedly talented tongue was fucking so deep she swore she felt the tip tickling her G-spot. The next minute he suckled her pussy lips, then speared them apart with his tongue. He lapped at her delicately, making greedy masculine sounds, teasing the flesh hiding her clit with firm-lipped bites. And finally, he sent her rocketing into bliss when he sucked directly on her clit.

  The orgasm blew her doors off. Ainsley threw her head back and practically screamed. The strong pulses zipped from her clit to her pussy to her fiery bottom, making everything—her skin, her sex, her butt—throb in sweet, torturous synchronicity.

  She experienced that shivery sensation again. Her head became heavy. Her well-used body whispered for her to lie down. She was vaguely aware of Bennett moving from beneath her.

  Then his fingers were under her chin, lifting her face up. “Eyes on me, please.”

  Took her a couple tries to remember how to open her eyes and Bennett laughed softly. She smiled at him. The way he looked at her made her feel like a goddess.

  “Hey, beautiful. Such a blissful look I put on your face.”

  “It was…” Beyond words because she couldn’t finish the sentence.

  “Do you remember when you said you wanted to lick the cleft in my chin?” Bennett bent so they were nose-to-nose. “Do it now. You came all over my face, so I want you to lick your taste from me.” He tilted his head back, but kept his hungry eyes on hers.

  Her tongue darted out and flicked the sexy cleft. She playfully bit down as she lapped her juices from his chin. Once she finished, she dragged her mouth up to his and outlined his lips from corner to corner. She sucked at his full lower lip and let her teeth scrape the fleshy inside as she slowly released it. “I taste good on you, cowboy.”

  His dark eyes held a dangerous look. “You’d be a real challenge for me, wouldn’t you?”

  “Probably.”

  “Good thing I live for a challenge.” He smooched her nose. “Don’t move.”

  Ainsley heard him rummaging around behind her. Any desire to sleep had fled. She wanted more time with this man.

  More than just tonight? Would you come back to the club if he asked?

  The bed dipped and the heat of his body called to hers. “This is cold but it’ll help.” A sticky substance splatted across the top of her butt like icy raindrops. His callused hands spread coolness over her flaming ass, toning down some of the hotness, and she couldn’t help but sigh.

  “Know what I normally do, after I’ve reddened a woman’s ass like this?” His finger traced her butt crack. “I fuck it. Hard and fast. While she’s in that hazy place where the line is blurred between pleasure and pain.” He pressed his finger against her anus and she involuntarily clenched. “I’d like to force this tiny hole open to take every in
ch of my cock. But you have a hard line on no anal, right?”

  “Right.”

  “So I guess we’ll just have to do it this way.” Bennett impaled her pussy in one masterful stroke.

  Yes. Yes! She loved it from behind. Something animalistic about that male power driving into her, experiencing sex at its most elemental level.

  And the way Bennett hammered into her defined primitive. His hips slapped her butt, every thrust a reminder of her stinging ass. Every thrust a reminder this time wasn’t about her pleasure. Only about his. He controlled it all. She didn’t have to think, just feel.

  His voice was hoarse. “Almost there. Jesus, this is so good.” A feral groan sounded and Bennett rode her hard as he came.

  After he pulled out, Ainsley fell face first into the mattress. When Bennett rejoined her on the bed, she made the time out sign above her head.

  Laughing, he stretched alongside her, propped on his elbow, trailing his fingers over her spine. “You did very well.”

  He’d warned her they’d talk when they were done. But really, what was she supposed to say? A play-by-play so soon after the game ended was unnecessary.

  “You’ll want to sit in a cool bath tonight. And probably tomorrow.”

  “Thanks for the tip.”

  Bennett’s hands stopped caressing her. “Don’t get snippy. If there’s a problem with what happened, let’s talk about it.”

  “That’s the problem, Bennett, I don’t want to talk.”

  “Hmm. That is a problem.”

  Then Ainsley found herself on her back with a grinning Bennett above her. “What so funny?”

  “This. I’m not known for bein’ a big talker in my life outside the club.” His lips toyed with hers. “So I’ll just say this straight out: I want to see you again. I can finagle a guest pass outta Cody.”

  “So I was a good submissive?”

  “You were a great submissive. Didn’t give me nearly as much lip as I figured.”

  “You sound disappointed.”

  “There is something to be said for an inventive punishment scene,” he drawled.