Chapter 30
Chapter thirty
Everett
I’m not sure what happened between kissing Ruth in the parking lot and getting home from town.
But something shifted, and whatever tension had been brewing between us snapped the moment we walked into my cabin.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and before I’d even tossed my keys into the bowl by the door, I had her pressed against the wall, muffling a growl with my lips on her throat and one of her legs hitched up around my hips.
We barely break apart for air as we stumble to the bedroom.
We both kicked off our shoes somewhere on the stairs, and I’m pretty sure her bra ended up flung over the handrail somewhere.
I’m tearing my T-shirt over my head when Ruth pulls her phone from the pocket of her trousers before slipping them off.
She taps something on the screen, then flings her arms around my neck again, crashing her lips to mine with a whimper.
I swallow the sound, sweeping my tongue against her lips and pushing inside as I lower her down to the bed.
We’re both completely naked now, and both wound up into a frenzy.
“Lie back, Ruth. Spread those legs for me. Let me see you.” I crawl up the bed towards her as her knees fall open.
My eye immediately catches on something yellow, and all my blood leaves the head at the top of my body and rushes south to the one that lives in my pants.
The one currently red and swollen, aching and leaking in my hand. I swallow hard.
“Are you wearing a plug, Ruth?” She nods shyly. She reaches for her phone on my nightstand and opens an app to show me a set of varied vibration controls, including the one currently set to gentle pulse.
Fuck.
“Have you been wearing this all day?” Another nod. “On the flight?” A third nod. I settle myself on my knees between hers, cock in my fist. She’s glistening, wet and hungry for me, but I can’t take my eyes off the plug between her cheeks.
“Has it made you come?” Ruth’s eyes close and a light flush rises from her chest to her face. She presses her lips together. “Ruth.” My voice is rougher now, more insistent. Demanding. “Has it made you come?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice coloured with embarrassment.
“How many times?”
“T-twice.”
“I’m two orgasms behind,” I murmur. “Better catch up.” I lean in, inhaling the sweet scent of her, before licking along her seam and eliciting a loud gasp.
I can feel the gentle pulsing of the plug rippling through her skin as I begin to flick the tip of my tongue gently against the sensitive bud of nerves, before slipping two fingers easily into her slick, wet heat.
Her moans are damn near obscene, mixed with the wet sound of my fingers fucking her relentlessly, and it’s almost enough to make me come, even though I’m not being touched.
I feel the telltale tightening of my skin, the icy warmth spreading through my whole body from its epicentre in my lower spine.
The plug in Ruth’s ass vibrates against my fingers as I dip my tongue inside, and as she cries out my name, her fingers tangled and tugging at my hair, it’s all over.
I rut my hips into the mattress between her knees as my release takes over, greying my vision and leaving me breathless and shaken.
I’ve never come like that before. Not without being inside Ruth Bevan. Certainly not without her even touching me. A harsh fuck falls from my lips, my face still between her legs, the evidence of her arousal and orgasms smeared over my cheeks and her inner thighs.
“Sweet holy mother of God,” Ruth whispers slowly after a moment of ear-ringing silence. “I can’t feel anything anymore. I think I have ascended.”
“I may have, uh, ascended, too,” I admit.
“Ascended, huh? I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Such is the effect this pretty little cunt has on me, baby girl. The effect you have on me. I told you, honey. You’re everything.”
I push up onto my knees. I’m covered in my cum, from my thighs to my belly, and I’ve managed to grind it into the bedsheets, too. Ruth stretches, rolling her shoulders and pointing and then flexing her toes before settling again.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby girl.
” She’s lying beneath me, knees up and open, baring herself to me.
Glistening with a mixture of her own cum and my saliva, a combination I can’t wait to clean from her.
“A man could want to tie you up and have his wicked way with that sweet little ass of yours.”
“Are you a man, Cowboy?” she asks. Her eyes were closed as she fought to regulate her breathing, but now they open, slamming into mine.
“Do you want me to tie you up and fuck your ass, honey? Because if you say the word, if that’s what you want—”
“Do it.”
I’m pretty sure a whimper falls from my lips. I snatch a handful of tissues from my nightstand and clean myself up quickly.
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’ll be right back.”
I rush for the closet in the hallway, where I keep some of the tools and bits and pieces I don’t use too often.
There are a few lengths of rope in there, too.
Most are already tied into lassos, ready for the occasions we need to use them to separate a cow from the herd.
I reach for one that isn’t tied yet, smiling when I realise it’s one of the softer, more flexible ones.
I return to find Ruth sat up in the bed.
“Flip over, baby girl.” My voice is rough.
I’m hard again, even though I’ve just come all over the bedsheets.
Ruth flips onto her knees, pushing her ass out towards me, and the sight of the plug is enough to have me twitching and my skin tightening again.
I swallow hard. “Hands on the rail for me, honey.”
She does as she’s told, and I wrap the length of rope around her wrists.
I tie a knot, but keep it loose. Loose enough that the rope shouldn’t rub too hard on her delicate skin, and enough that she can free her hands with only a tiny amount of effort if she needs to.
But it’s enough to hold her hands steady on the iron rail at the side of my headboard.
“You gotta tell me if you want me to stop, okay? You tell me any time, if you want to stop.” Ruth nods. “No, baby. Tell me. Promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much. I need to hear you say it.”
“I promise,” she whispers. “Now fuck me, Ev.”
I climb onto the bed behind her and slide a pillow beneath her hips.
“Relax, baby.” I coax her legs into a better position, with her torso closer to the mattress and less pressure on her knees and thighs to hold herself up. Then, I reach into the back corner of my nightstand drawer for a bottle of lube and coat my fingers and my shaft.
“Is the plug still vibrating, baby girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” Ruth hums. “It’s still going.”
“I’m gonna take it out, okay?”
“Okay.”
I slip it free, and she moans lightly. I moan too, at the sight of her stretched hole, knowing I’m about to be inside it. Knowing she trusts me enough to do it. I slide a finger inside, just to the first knuckle, and she tenses.
“Relax, baby, that’s my good girl. I’ve got you.” She does, and my finger slides deeper. “Are you ready for another finger, honey?”
“Mm-hmm,” she says. “Please.”
“Are you sure you can take it?” I tease. “You’re pretty fucking tight, baby. I don’t know if you can—”
“For fuck’s sake, Everett, if you don’t fuck my ass right fucking now, I’m chopping your dick off in your sleep.”
Something about the way she’s pulling at the rope around her wrists, and the clipped, hard vowels of her English accent, and the way she’s demanding that I fuck her has me absolutely out of my mind.
I push a second finger in and twist them, revelling in the moan that falls from her lips as they reach previously uncharted territory.
“Ev, fuck the fingers. I want your cock.”
“You tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
I slide my fingers free and press the head of my cock at her entrance.
She moans wantonly as I push inside, little by little, and the sight of my cock disappearing between her cheeks has me whimpering.
Ruth Bevan might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but my cock inside her is a close second.
I push further and we trade moans, until she cries out.
“Oh God, Ev.”
“Do you need me to stop, baby?”
“Don’t ever fucking stop.”
My hips meet her ass, and I slip my hand between her legs, toying with the soaked, sensitive nerves I find there.
“I’m gonna move now, okay?” I whisper. It comes out sounding strangled, like the way her hole is strangling my cock. I’m desperate to move, desperate to feel her sheathing me in her warmth.
“Fuck me.”
And I do. I slip two fingers into her warm, wet cunt as I rut against her from behind.
As I twist and scissor my fingers, I can feel the pressure of my cock pressing against her inner walls from the other side, and it’s a whole new kind of pleasure.
It’s something I’ve never felt before, and it lifts me out of my own body until I’m boneless, watching myself slam into her from above.
Ruth drops her head, and I see her white-knuckle grip on the headboard rail. She pushes back against me, a moan and a gasp with every thrust of my hips. I grunt and groan, and my entire body feels like it’s about to snap in two.
“Gonna come,” I gasp through clenched teeth. “Baby girl, tell me to stop. Tell me to pull out.”
“Brand me.”
“Ruth.”
“Come with me, Ev. I want to feel you fill me with your cum.”
There’s nothing that could bring me closer to the brink than hearing my woman beg me to come inside her.
I slam my hips into her, wildly and with little regard for my bedsprings, until she howls my name, clenching around my fingers and my cock at the same time.
And the way she’s squeezing me, choking me, claiming me, has me all but exploding.
Out of my skin, out of my mind, into her ass as I come harder than I’ve ever come before, with a loud grunt, as I collapse over her.
I meant it when I told Ruth that she’s it for me.
I’ve never meant anything more. I don’t know enough words to convey the depth of what I feel for her, so I gather her in my arms, press her body as close to mine as it can get without her being inside of my skin, and I fall asleep to rhythm of her heartbeat beneath the palm of my hand.