Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
“Yes, Handsome, you can finger fuck me while sucking on my clit.” No way in hell was she going to say no to that.
After swiping two fingers through her pussy to gather her arousal, he dove in face-first again, flicking and sucking. At first, he didn’t fuck her with his fingers.
No, this man smeared her natural lube on her anus and, using pressure alone, asked for permission to breach that hole. She gave her silent approval by relaxing enough to make it easier on them both.
Luckily, he was good at picking up on silent cues.
But…
Yes. Yes. Yesssss.
He continued to enthusiastically chow down while simultaneously gliding his fingers in and out of her ass; something Darren had had no interest in doing. He thought anything to do with the ass was “gay.”
That should’ve been a red flag. She should’ve known right then and there who he was at his core.
He was set in his ways, and combined with his narrowed thinking, their relationship had been doomed from the start.
Only at the beginning had she mistakenly thought he wasn’t as bad as he really ended up being.
Lesson learned. Hopefully, it was not one she’d need to repeat.
Despite their issues, she was sad when their relationship failed. She glanced at the dark head presently between her thighs. But maybe it had been for the best.
Once Cam began fucking her ass harder and eating her pussy more frantically, it was obvious he was on a mission to get her to come as fast as possible.
Far be it from her to deny him his reward.
She tossed any thoughts of Darren out of her mind and focused on the man she was with currently. The hot, sexy stud who was certainly not closed-minded. But then, it was probably difficult to be closed-minded when blindfolded with anal beads shoved up his ass.
He sucked her clit so hard that, despite fighting it, her hips shot off the bed. When she slammed her pussy right into his nose, he grunted. Hopefully she didn’t break anything. If she did, he kept on going like a true trooper.
But it wasn’t long before what started as a small ripple turned into an intense riptide. When it was over, she melted back into the mattress and Cam’s head popped up, blindfold askew and wearing a shiny, satisfied smile.
She’d be smiling, too, if she could, but she had to wait out the last few waves of her orgasm.
He slipped his fingers from her ass and sat back on his heels. As soon as she had the energy to move, she sat up and adjusted his blindfold to make sure his eyes were still covered.
Maybe she should just remove it completely. However, she knew from experience it heightened the anticipation and pleasure. She’d leave it on. For now, anyway.
Getting to her feet, she grabbed his arm and encouraged him to stand. “Climb on the bed, Handsome, and stretch out on your back.”
“Yes, Mistress.” After getting into place, he waited, his erection long and hard with a tempting string of precum dangling from the end.
“I’m going to grab a towel and washcloth.
” Not bothering to wait for his response, she walked out of his bedroom and into the only bathroom in the cabin.
She found a spare towel and washcloth under the sink, ran the latter under the faucet and, on her way back to the bed, also snagged a waiting condom.
Once she joined him on the bed, she tucked the towel under his very fine ass to protect the bedding, then placed the damp washcloth in his hand so he could clean the lube off his fingers.
As he did so, she got into position by straddling his thighs. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Mistress. So ready for you to fuck me.”
After ripping open the condom wrapper, his cock flexed within her fingers as she rolled it down his length.
“Hold it for me,” she ordered.
He blindly tossed the washcloth aside and held his cock in place. Once she adjusted her position, until the crown was tucked between her folds, she slowly sank down. When he was fully seated, she waited for a second to adjust to his girth, then began to move slowly.
Wait. She was missing something important…
Anal beads. Check.
Blindfold. Check.
Condom. Check.
Lube? Definitely not needed.
The nipple clamps! She couldn’t forget about them. Where were they?
She spotted them just out of reach. Damn it!
Hope grimaced. She’d have to let it go this time. If there was a next time, she could take advantage of them. Really, she wasn’t opposed to them being used on her, either.
“Is there a problem, Mistress?”
“I wanted to use the nipple clamps on you, but…next time.” She’d evaluate after this first time to see if there would be a repeat.
He shifted beneath her.
“Have you had them used on you before, Handsome?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She couldn’t explain why this sexy hunk of man-meat calling her that honorific sent a thrill through her every time.
She began to move again, sliding up and down his latex-covered cock at a leisurely pace, so she could appreciate everything about the man splayed on his back beneath her.
The only problem was, she was currently doing all the work while he laid back and enjoyed the ride.
She’d never have any idea about his skill level if he wasn’t more involved in the action.
She slowed her pace even more. It could be that he wasn’t participating because he was waiting for instruction from her and didn’t want to step out of line. If so, it was up to her to switch things up.
“I want to see your beautiful eyes.” She ripped off the blindfold and tossed it, figuring it would end up wherever the washcloth did.
His gaze locked with hers and, for a second, she fell into the depths of his expressive, brown eyes.
A bizarre, instant connection fueled the fire inside her to burn even hotter and her pussy clenched around him tightly. Her rhythm hitched until she recovered from her unexpected reaction.
She’d analyze that more closely later.
Grabbing his hands, she slapped them onto her breasts, giving him an unspoken order to play with them. He immediately sprang into action by kneading them before tugging and twisting her nipples.
She pushed and circled her own clit. With her riding his cock, him roughly playing with her tits, she ground against him, driving him even deeper by both rocking back and forth and circling her hips.
While his eyes were locked on where she played with herself, hers was drawn to his clenched jaw and his Adam’s apple stuck at the top of his throat.
The man was fighting for his life.
While she felt pity for him, her goal, first and foremost, was to come again before he did.
Despite not being able to reach the nipple clamps, she couldn’t resist pinching them, which she did with gusto.
As she continued to fuck him, they began to mirror each other’s action. When she twisted his small, dusky nipples, he did the same to her. When she yanked on them, so did he. When she pinched his hard enough to make him gasp, he growled and did the same to her.
Yes. Yes. Yes!
Leaning forward, she scraped her teeth over the small, hard tips. Of course, due to his position, he was unable to do the same to her. She sucked one, then the other, before dragging her tongue over each puckered nipple.
“Do you like that?” she murmured against his hot skin.
She could actually hear him swallow. “Yes…Mistress.”
“Want more, Handsome?”
“I want whatever you do.”
He was such a good sport. “I want to come, but I’m enjoying this.” No lies were told.
“Same, Mistress.”
Sitting up and planting her hands on his chest, she rubbed her thumbs back and forth over his now-red nipples and continued to ride him, increasing her pace and driving him as deep as possible.
As they focused on each other, her heart thumped heavily and butterflies took flight in her belly.
That sensation was so strange and unexpected, catching her off guard. She never had anything similar with Darren that she could remember. Not even when things were new and exciting.
Maybe that had been another sign they weren’t meant to be together long-term. Funny how once someone was out of your life, those signs became so much clearer and easier to read. All she had to do was remove her blinders the same way she’d removed Cam’s blindfold.
Closing her eyes, she continued to spear herself on his length, dropping her head back and milking his cock by squeezing her inner muscles. That drew out a long moan from deep inside him.
When he squeezed his eyes shut and tensed, she paused.
Oh yeah, he was hanging on by a quickly unraveling thread.
As soon as he relaxed a little, she started all over again by driving him to that very edge before slowing enough, or stopping completely, so that he wouldn’t come.
He kept repeating something under his breath, and with his fingers twisting in the bedding so tightly, she was surprised the fabric didn’t tear. She wasn’t stopping until she came, so whatever he was chanting to himself had better work.
“Mistress…” The plea was strained, but before she could respond, he growled, “My turn,” seizing her hips and flipping her onto her back.
Whoa! “I didn’t tell you—”
He took her mouth, stopping her flow of words and smothering her surprise.
He circled her wrists with his fingers and stretched her arms over her head, pinning them to the bed.
Okay, then. This was a turn of events she could get onboard with.
He rammed his cock home, ordering, “You need to come…like, now.”
He would get no disagreement from her.
She gasped when one sensitive nipple was flicked with his tongue, then the other.
He reared up and gave each one of her breasts a stinging slap before falling over her again to rake his teeth along her neck. She shuddered and moaned when he sank them into her shoulder and used the right amount of pressure for her to ride that thin line between pain and pleasure.
He thrust his cock into her, not skipping a beat. His intentions were clear between his clenched teeth and the determination in his dark eyes.
She closed her own and he began to lead her down that path of satisfaction.
But as she was getting swept away, he abruptly flipped her over again and snaked an arm under her hips up to pull her ass even higher while thrusting deeper and slamming into her.
Each hard thrust was emphasized by the sound of skin slapping together and his deep, animalistic grunts.
She gasped when he fisted her hair and yanked her head back, arching her throat. Her hair was used to twist her head so he had access to nip along her back. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that goosebumps broke out.
He licked up the indentation of her spine, then shoved her head into the mattress. “Pinch your nipple and play with your clit. When you come, I want an explosion.”
That growl caused her pussy to twinge around him.
She was close. So damn close. And she was ready for that explosion, too.
While it had been fun being in charge, she was enjoying this switch of power.
Instead of using two fingers, this time he plugged her ass with his thumb, plunging it in and out of her. Oh yes. Yes. Yes!
This. This was what she’d been missing in her former relationship. And, boy, had she been missing it. She was so thankful Cam sought her out the other day when she was practicing naked yoga on the dock so she could get the attention she’d been craving lately.
All of this was right up her alley and she hoped they got to play again in the near future. But it wasn’t over.
Yet.
This man was still ramming into her like a piston in a steam engine. Between his thumb and cock filling her and the smooth roll of his hips, her back arched and she began to splinter apart.
“That’s it, Handsome. Keep going,” she moaned. She shuddered as the waves of orgasm rushed through her, sweeping her away.
Oh yes. Yes. Yes!
How refreshing it was that this man knew how to please a woman. Not only that, but was successful at it, too. In her experience, hot and handsome men like Cam could be arrogant and selfish. More worried about their own pleasure than their partner’s.
He definitely broke the stereotype.
Once his smooth movement became choppy, she knew he was about to chase his own release. She smashed her ass into him over and over until he just about stuttered to a stop.
With a tightened grip on her wrists, he jammed himself deep one more time and came with a grunt. After a few seconds, he melted against her with his forehead pressed against her back. His warm breath beat rapidly against her skin while his cock continued to twitch inside her.
“Holy shit,” he whispered and flopped onto his back with his chest still heaving.
She settled beside him on the king-sized bed. “I second that.”
He slipped the full condom free and tied it off, setting it aside with a long, very satisfied sounding sigh.
She wanted to stretch like a cat, then curl up in contentment, licking her whiskers.
She had not expected tonight to be this good. She had hoped, but…
Thankfully, it blew all expectations out of the water. She also liked the fact he was open to being dominated or doing the domination.
He’d be a great catch. If she was looking. And since she was fresh out of a relationship, she was not.
She rolled into him and with a smile, scraped her fingernails along his bearded jaw. “Tell me. How’d you get to be so handsome?”
The corners of his dark eyes crinkled. “Good genetics?”
“Well then, thank your parents for me,” she teased.
He huffed, “Can we not bring them into the conversation right now?”
A soft laugh burst from her at his grimace. “Sorry, but I’m impressed that they made such a beautiful man.” She wasn’t lying
He nudged her with his elbow. “Your parents didn’t do a half-bad job themselves.”
She sighed with contentment. She got what she came for but she wasn’t ready for the evening to be over. “So, now what?”
“For a small cabin, my shower is pretty damn impressive if you’d like to see it.”
“Absolutely! I’m prepared to be impressed.” If his shower was anywhere as great as the sex, she definitely would be.