Chapter 20
Cole
Trying to get through a day of chores, knowing Jesse would be waiting for me that night was a kind of torture I wasn’t used to.
I had to spend my day attempting to focus on the ranch when all I could think about was my half-hard dick rubbing against my jeans all day long.
Several times I had to duck away and give myself a moment to calm down, to get myself back under control.
But I wouldn’t allow myself to jerk off or touch myself.
Not when such a wonderful night awaited me.
Evelyn stayed later than usual, making small talk I couldn’t focus on. Every few minutes I’d check the clock, willing the hands to move faster. By the time she finally left, the sun had set and the house was veiled in darkness.
“Goodnight, Cole,” she called, waving from her truck.
I waited until her taillights disappeared down the drive before locking up the house. My heart hammered in my chest as I took the stairs two at a time.
When I reached Jesse’s door, I hesitated, my palm flat against the wood. What was waiting for me on the other side? I knocked softly.
“Come in, cowboy,” Jesse’s voice was low, inviting.
The room was dim, lit only by a single bedside lamp. Jesse stood by the window, something dark dangling from his fingers.
“Lock it,” he said.
I turned the lock with a click that seemed to echo in the quiet room.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I admitted without prompting, my voice rough already.
Jesse smiled, slow and dangerous. “I know. Come here.”
When I reached him, he held up what I now saw was a strip of black fabric. “Do you trust me?”
I swallowed hard, staring at the blindfold in Jesse’s hand. Trust wasn’t something that came easily to me, especially not the kind that involved surrendering control.
“What are you planning?” I asked, my voice gruffer than I intended.
“Nothing you won’t enjoy,” Jesse promised, stepping closer. His warm breath ghosted across my neck. “But that’s not what I asked you. Do you trust me, Cole?”
The way he said my name made my cock throb. I nodded slowly, unable to deny him anything anymore.
“Say it,” he insisted, trailing the fabric along my jawline.
“Yes,” I managed. “I trust you.”
His smile was triumphant as he slipped behind me, pressing his chest to my back. “Close your eyes.”
I obeyed, feeling the soft fabric slide over my eyelids. He tied it securely, plunging me into darkness. Without sight, everything else intensified—the sound of Jesse’s breathing, the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body against mine.
“How does that feel?” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.
“Strange,” I admitted. “But not bad.”
His hands slid down my arms, then back up to my shoulders. “I want you to feel everything tonight, Cole. No distractions. Just sensation.”
I shivered as his fingers began working the buttons of my shirt. “Jesse—”
“Shh,” he hushed, slipping the shirt from my shoulders. “Let me take care of you for once. You deserve this.”
His hands explored my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened. Then his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. I groaned, reaching back to grab his hips.
“No touching,” he commanded, catching my wrists. “Not yet.”
Before I could protest, he was guiding me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. With gentle pressure on my shoulders, he pushed me to sit.
“Lie back,” he instructed.
I hesitated only a moment before complying, sinking onto the mattress. The bedspread was cool against my bare back, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me.
“Raise your arms above your head,” Jesse said, his voice thick with desire.
My heart raced as I stretched my arms upward. I felt something soft wrap around my wrists, like a cotton rope, securing them to what must have been the bedposts.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his fingers brushing my bound wrists.
I tested the restraints. They were tight enough to hold me, but not painful. “Yes,” I breathed, surprised by how much I meant it.
“Good,” Jesse murmured. I felt the bed dip as he straddled me, his weight settling on my thighs. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.”
His hands worked at my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. I felt the zipper slide down, his knuckles brushing against my straining cock through my underwear. Every touch was amplified by the blindfold, making me gasp.
“You like that?” Jesse asked, his voice low.
“Yeah,” I admitted, tugging slightly at my restraints. Being tied up should have made me panic, but instead, I felt a strange freedom. Like I didn’t have to be in control for once. Like I didn’t have to perform.
He slid my jeans and underwear down my legs, leaving me completely exposed. The cool air raised goosebumps on my skin, but I couldn’t see his reaction to my nakedness. I could only imagine the hunger in his eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands skimming up my thighs. “So fucking perfect.”
I felt my face heat at the praise. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Especially not another man.
“Jesse,” I started, but whatever I was going to say died in my throat as his warm breath ghosted over my cock. My hips jerked involuntarily, seeking contact.
“Patience,” he teased, his fingers tracing maddening circles on my inner thighs, coming close to where I needed him but never quite touching. “We’ve got all night.”
I groaned in frustration, pulling harder at the restraints. “Don’t tease me.”
“But that’s half the fun,” Jesse replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Besides, I’ve been fantasizing about having you at my mercy for years. Let me enjoy it.”
His tongue flicked out suddenly, just a quick swipe across the head of my cock that made me arch off the bed.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my body shuddering from that brief contact.
“That’s the plan eventually,” Jesse murmured before taking just the tip into his mouth.
The wet heat enveloping me was almost too much.
Without sight, every sensation was intensified.
I felt the soft suction of his lips, the flat pressure of his tongue, and the slight graze of his teeth that had me trembling.
He took me deeper, inch by torturous inch, until I felt myself hit the back of his throat.
“Jesus Christ,” I panted, my hands clenching into fists above the restraints. “That feels... incredible.”
Jesse hummed in agreement, the vibration traveling through my cock and shooting straight to my core. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he bobbed his head, taking me to the edge and then backing off just when I thought I might explode.
“Not yet,” he whispered when I whimpered at the loss. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
The mattress shifted as he moved, and I heard the rustle of clothing. He was undressing. The thought of him naked, preparing to do God knows what to me, had my cock twitching against my stomach.
“You ready for something new?” he asked, the bed sagging under his weight as he returned.
I felt myself nod, eager to please him. He was close now, the heat of his body rolling off him in waves.
“Good,” he replied, the grin evident in his voice.
Then, without warning, I felt something hard and warm press against my lips.
I instantly recognized it as Jesse’s cock, the metal of his piercing far harder than the rest of him.
My heart raced as I hesitated for just a second, then opened my mouth to accept him.
I’d never done this before, never had a man in my mouth, but the blindfold made it easier somehow.
It was almost like I could pretend this wasn’t really happening, even as I craved it more than my next breath.
“That’s it,” Jesse murmured as I took him deeper. “Open wider for me.”
His hand cradled the back of my head, guiding me gently. The unfamiliar weight of him on my tongue, the musky scent, the soft groan he made when I created suction with my lips. It was intoxicating. I felt his piercing slide along my tongue, a strange sensation that made my own cock throb with need.
“Fuck, Cole,” he gasped. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Pride surged through me at his words. I might be tied up and blindfolded, but I wasn’t powerless. Each moan I drew from him was a victory, each twitch of his hips evidence of my effect on him.
“Enough,” he said suddenly, pulling away. “Don’t want to finish too soon.”
I felt bereft at the loss, my lips still parted, seeking him. The bed shifted again as Jesse moved, and I strained against my bonds, desperate to touch him.
“Easy, cowboy,” he whispered, his hand trailing down my chest. “I’ve got something better in mind.”
I heard the snap of a cap, then the slick sound of lube. My breath caught in my throat. Was he going to...?
The question died as I felt him straddle my hips again, his slick hand wrapping around my cock, coating me thoroughly. Then I felt the blunt pressure of my head against his entrance.
“Jesse,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the realization of what was happening. “Are you—”
“I’ve been preparing myself all day,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire. “Thinking about you. About this.”
Slowly, torturously, he sank down on me, taking me inch by inch into his tight heat. I threw my head back, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as he enveloped me completely.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I panted, my hips bucking upward instinctively.
“Stay still,” Jesse commanded, his hands pressing down on my chest. “Let me do this. Let me take care of you.”
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to obey, to let him set the pace. He began to move, rising up until just the tip of me remained inside him, then sinking back down with excruciating slowness. Each movement was deliberate, designed to drive me wild.
“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. “Jesse… oh fuck… please…”
“You like begging, don’t you?” Jesse asked, his voice husky with power. “The big, strong rancher, all tied up and desperate.”