Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Connor
A BUCKING GOOD TIME
I work open his pants, shoving them over his tight, round ass as he straddles me, holding my face as we kiss like he’s afraid that if he lets go, I might disappear.
It’s an intoxicating feeling, a rush of excitement wraps me like a heated blanket, knowing that he wants me as desperately as I want him.
We roll to our sides as I free him, wrapping his hard cock in my grasp and stroking him slowly.
He bites my lower lip.
“Ouch.”
“Please, that didn’t hurt,” he replies with confidence.
“It could have.”
“But it didn’t, did it?”
“It was good, actually,” I admit, and his smirk stretches wider.
“What about if I bite you…here?” he says, maneuvering his mouth over my erect nipple, swirling his tongue delightfully once before biting down gently on my bud.
“Urgh, that’s so good,” I admit, grabbing his ass in fistfuls, clenching tight.
“Pants down,” he demands, and I quickly unclasp my belt buckle and free myself from my jeans, shoving them off my legs as he peppers kisses along my jaw.
He shoves me back against the bed and climbs on top, resting his balls over mine.
He lifts my arms above my head.
“Keep those there,” he says, then his eyes dart to the lead rope I picked up the last time I was in town, hanging on the hook on the wall beside the bed. I planned to use it with Lulu, but they had to order a small enough halter, so it’s just been hanging there like decoration until it comes in.
Hayden leans forward to grab it, his groin pressing against mine, and I lift my hips to grind us together more.
“Someone’s eager.” He chuckles, then wraps one of my wrists with the rope. “That’s not too tight, is it?”
“No,” I reply, wriggling my wrist to test it as he ties the other end around my other wrist. I shrug my shoulders back to settle my hands in place above my head, about two feet apart, the rope looping back and forth between them.
I sweep my hands around, twisting the rope and inching them closer together before I grip the middle section in my hands and pull to tighten its hold on my wrists as my pulse quickens.
“Perfect,” Hayden says, sitting back a little, but holding the middle of the rope above my head, pinning my arms there.
My cock is leaking between us, wedged beside his, and I tilt my hips again.
Kissing me, he grinds over me, and while being completely at his mercy should scare me, it has me more excited than I think I’ve ever been.
Knowing he’s in full control, that he could do whatever he wanted, and I’d have no way to stop him.
Well, to be honest, I could probably throw him off me if I really wanted to, but I won’t.
I want him to take control, to kiss and touch me, and pleasure himself using my body in any way he wants.
He reaches between us and grips us both in his hand, stroking us together, and holy fuck, it’s good.
“Keep your hand there or I’ll stop,” he warns as he sits completely, using both hands to hold us together now, his ass resting on my legs. I thrust up with my hips, bucking him up in the air and bringing a delighted smile to his lips.
“Do you have protection?” he asks, and I nod toward the bedside table.
“I’m good with riding you or being ridden,” I say as he climbs from the bed and pulls open the drawer.
“Me, too, so it looks like we’re going to have all sorts of fun together.
” He winks, and my cock twitches. To look at Hayden, you’d think he’s this quiet, shy guy, a writer who enjoys quiet walks and stargazing, but get him undressed and it’s like his true self comes out, confident, bold, and fucking hot as hell.
The way he just takes control, tells me what he wants and likes, and takes what he needs.
I’ve never wanted to be handled by anyone more.
He grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer and a couple of condoms, tossing all but one beside me on the bed as he rips the other open with his teeth.
He straddles my legs again, and as much as I want to reach down and grab his tight little ass and grind him on my cock, it’s driving me wild being unable to act on those impulses.
“I think after that display, I feel like testing how good you can buck me tied up like that,” he says, rolling the condom down my hard length.
“You can have whatever you want,” I breathe, my balls tight, aching, already so close to the edge. “Do you want help prepping?”
“Oh no, I’ve been ready for you for over an hour,” he says, sliding back between my thighs until his ass is on the bed. He lifts his legs up, reaches between them, and pulls free a dark blue soft silicone plug.
“You’ve had that this whole time?” I ask.
“I wasn’t sure where we were headed tonight, but just in case, I wanted to be ready for you,” he replies, lowering his legs down, slowly straddling my thighs, and pushing up again. “Are you ready for me?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, gripping the rope tighter as he holds the base of the condom, coats it in lube, and then lifts himself on top.
His tight ass opens for me, perfectly prepped by the plug and whatever he did to get it in there before we met up tonight.
Just thinking of him fucking himself with it, teasing his hole open, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with me makes me want to explode.
“Oh, god, Hayden, you feel so good,” I moan.
He presses both hands against my chest, eyes fluttering closed as he lowers himself down, his ass clenching and releasing as he moves inch by inch until he’s finally seated.
He opens his eyes, his hungry gaze locked on mine.
“Now let’s see you try to buck me off,” he says, and he leans forward, holding the ropes in between my hands, pinning me there. I lift my hips slowly, and he tilts his head.
“That’s not the kind of bucking bull I imagined,” he says, and he leans in, kisses me hard, and bites my lower lip, pulling it back a little with a sting, before he releases it, and that same excited surge rolls through me.
“Oh, you want bull energy. Better hold on tight, cowboy,” I tease and then I dig my heels into the bed and thrust up and drop down faster, his ass lifts, my cock coming almost all the way out on the way down before he lands, sending it deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” he cries out.
“You okay?”
“I didn’t say stop,” he whines.
“Understood,” I reply, and I go again. Bucking him up and down, his ass clenching tight, the ropes digging into my wrists.
He grips the back of my neck in his other hand, pulling my mouth to his to kiss me hard.
It makes thrusting more difficult, but I love the taste of him, and as he moans into my mouth with every buck of my hips, his fingers clench my hair at the back of my head and pull tight.
He breaks our kiss, arching his back, and releasing his grip on my ropes before grabbing his leaking cock, jerking himself in time with my thrusts.
My thighs burn, my arms ache, but electricity is surging through my whole body, building like a storm just waiting for the right time to explode.
“Yeah, that’s…so…good. Oh, god, Connor.”
“Ride me, baby.”
He throws his head back, eyes closed, mouth open, and the sound of his ass slapping against me is met by “oh, oh” noises that make me want to keep him like this for as long as I can.
I want to keep bringing him this much pleasure, always.
He needs to know how precious he is, how beautiful.
How absolutely gorgeous. His ass tightens around me, and that tingle that was spreading through me, building like a wave, comes crashing down like a blinding white light.
For a split second, it’s only that white light I can see, and I’m set free.
Free from tension, pain, hurt, fear, anything other than pure blinding pleasure is lost to me in that moment. Everything except him.
“Oh, god,” he cries again, only this time his ass clenches like a vice around me, and he unleashes, coating my stomach and chest, both of us gasping and exhausted, but blissfully happy.
He climbs from me, holding the condom in place and unrolling it for me, tying it in a knot and tossing it onto the bedside table before lying beside me, resting his head on my heaving chest.
I bring my tied wrists down to hold him against me.
“You are the most surprising man I think I’ve ever met,” I say, and he tilts his head to smile up at me.
“I hope that’s surprising in a good way.”
“The best way. I’ve never had rope play before, but I’ve got to say, I am a huge fan.”
“Really?” he asks with a frown. “But you’re a cowboy. Don’t all cowboys like being tied up?”
“I’d been asked to lasso someone before, but no one’s ever wanted to…wait. How many cowboys have you been with?”
He pushes up to hover above me, the smirk on his lips growing.
“Only one, you,” he says, kissing me quickly. “I guess I just figured, you know, why wouldn’t you try it. You’re out here on ranches with nothing to do after the sun goes down except… experiment.”
“I can’t say I’ve done much of that either.”
“Experiment?”
I nod.
“Is there something you’ve always wanted to try?” he asks, moving to fully lie against me again, our cocks wedged between us.
“I’ve never tried one of those,” I say, nodding toward the plug.
“Really? What about other toys?”
I shake my head.
“Well, no time like the present, let’s get you out of those ropes and this bed lifted.
We can shower, and then I’ll show you how good these things can be to prepare you, I have others.
Everything is sterilized, too. Just in case you were worried.
Oh, this one vibrates. You’re going to love it,” he says, climbing from under my arms and starting on the knots at my wrists.
“Then once you’re prepped for me, I’m going to fuck so good you’ll come without even touching that perfect cock of yours.
In fact…” he says as the tight bindings of my wrists loosen and my hands are freed. “That’s your new rule. No touching.”
“Me or you?” I ask as my excitement starts to build again.
“Both. I want to be completely responsible for making you scream.”