29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Maci
T he apartment is cold when I arrive. Figuratively and physically. The air conditioning is still on from when I was here last, and the air is chilly enough that the apartment is in need of some heating. I fiddle with the thermostat and the heater blasts its signature “first use of the season” smell as I meander through the rooms.
If I thought it was weird to be here after Nana passed, it’s even more surreal now that I’ve been staying with Sutton over the last few weeks. There isn’t much of my hodge-podge decor that I care to bring. It’d be just as easy to schedule a donation pick-up.
Me:
Hey Cowboy, miss you already.
I don’t think there’s much here for us to grab. I can probably fit it all in the Jeep, honestly.
The time between my second text and the one Sutton sends is almost non-existent.
Cowboy:
Don’t even think about it.
We’ll go up soon and get whatever is needed.
Me:
Yes sir.
Cowboy:
You’re getting a spanking when you get home.
Me:
Promises, promises.
Cowboy:
I keep my promises.
Me:
I know.
I’m counting on it.
I look through the cabinets to remind myself of anything important that’s here, but there’s little with any sentimental value. Instead, I pull out my remaining suitcase and pack it to overflowing with additional clothing and the remaining jewelry that Nana gave me. I shove a bunch of shoes into an oversized, reusable shopping bag and set both items by the front door.
Like Sutton’s transition in acquiring more land, my own business has a change to go through. With a little time before I need to leave for today’s mini-sessions, I craft an email to my existing clients as well as some social media notices to inform everyone of my relocation.
It may not be anyone’s business, but many of my clients have multiple sessions with me throughout the year. Scheduling for the Austin area will have to change somewhat, and I need to make some decisions about what to commit to.
The weather is perfect for photos. I set up at my favorite nature preserve and thank my luck for a rain-free, cool day. There’s a tiny building on the property that looks like a mini stone lighthouse. It’s sealed shut, but the dark wooden door is the perfect backdrop for the scene I have in mind.
A tiny hook holds a small, lush wreath that I brought, and I add a dark bench with a plaid festive blanket. A few other holiday trinkets get added to the mix, and before long, I’ve prepared a cozy winter setting. It’s important to me that the backdrop is inclusive for various holiday celebrations, and I hope that I’ve done that justice with the look.
When the first family arrives, it feels like coming home. I get lost in the atmosphere. The click of the shutter is an old friend, the brilliant smiles and laughs of family members a warm embrace. Later I can focus on the logistics of everything, but for now I just enjoy being in the moment.
Despite being just past dinner, it’s dark as night when I pull back onto Strickland Ranch. My least favorite thing about moving into winter is the early darkness.
I don’t bother unloading anything before heading inside. Sutton will just grumble at me if I do.
As I toe off my boots, the sound of the shower spray greets me in the hall. I undress, tossing my blouse over the lampshade to create a softer glow, and lie on my back across the foot of the bed. I need Sutton’s hands on me, our bodies tangled together.
My hand trails up and down my exposed stomach. Goosebumps race over my skin and my nipples harden, the air suddenly feeling cooler against my body. The water cuts off and anticipation builds within me. My core is already throbbing, heat gathering between my legs. You’d think I’m neglected, but the truth is I’ll never get enough of Sutton.
The bathroom door swings open and Sutton comes into the room in just a towel. He moves slowly, eyes traveling over my nude body stretched out atop the blankets.
“Are you waiting for something?” An eyebrow arches playfully, and his low voice causes more heat to surge to my center.
“Someone.” My voice is only just above a whisper.
He rounds to his side of the bed, where my head rests near the edge, looking at me from above. When he drops his towel, I do my best to hold in a whine. His freshly-showered scent invades my nose as if he released it into the air with his towel. It’s so innately him , washing me in comfort.
I lift my hand and crook a finger at him, gesturing for him to come closer.
The height of the bed feels intentional, as his cock is almost at the perfect angle to slide into my mouth as he approaches. I reach backward with my hands, gripping his ass to pull us closer together. When he’s close enough, I open wide and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck. Your mouth is fucking divine, and this angle is my new favorite.” His words seep into my bones as a half moan, half growl.
I hum around him in agreement as he begins to thrust slowly in my mouth. He leans forward, adjusting, and lets out a hiss as his cock slides even farther into my throat.
Taking him farther than before does wicked things to me. Satisfaction at increasing his pleasure is intoxicating, and I suck harder.
“Can’t get enough, can you, greedy girl?”
Smiling around him, I push back gently with a hand on his thigh and he pulls out of my mouth with a satisfying pop. “I’ll cut this thing off before I share it with anyone else, so yeah, I’m greedy. It’s mine.”
He guides himself back into my mouth with a dirty grin. “Why, Firecracker, are you objectifying me? Am I just a cock to you?”
I nod as much as I can sucking him off with my head dangling off the side of the bed and he laughs. Again, he leans forward and pushes deeper into my throat. I’ve never been so turned on giving head before.
One of his hands presses onto the bed and the other, mercifully warm, finds my aching center. He runs his fingers through my gathered arousal, toying with the sensitive skin around my clit before swirling his wet fingers on it. My grateful cry is muffled by his cock deep in my throat, which just draws more moans from me.
The tip of his tongue dragging through my slit causes my hips to jerk. My focus splits between enjoying his thrusting into my mouth and his tongue driving me toward my climax. The wonderful distraction causes my own motions to become somewhat erratic, disjointed pleasured noises to fill my throat.
He groans and shifts an arm under my hips, lifting them off the bed toward him. My feet press flat onto the mattress, shoving my hips farther up to assist. And frankly, because I need his mouth deeper in me. An appreciative vibration travels through my highly sensitive core. I’m not going to last long.
Pulled between the dueling activities, I slide my mouth off his cock. He doubles down his efforts and my nails dig into his thighs as I gasp. His free hand grabs my leg at the knee, forcing me open wider. It’s all I need to tumble right over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm rocks through me.
Sutton doesn’t release me as I come down. His attention slows and softens, and I wrap my mouth around him with renewed fervor. One orgasm isn’t enough with him. It’s only enough to drive me further.
In an instant, he wraps his second arm around my waist and stands fully, hauling me off the bed upside down and pressing me firmly against him, his mouth still on my core. My surprised squeal is muted behind his cock. I grab his shaft with one hand to control the angle and wrap my free arm around his lower back to steady myself. Trusting that he won’t drop me doesn’t change the nature of our position and natural reactions.
I don’t know what to do with my legs and it’s somewhat distracting, but Sutton’s licking and sucking picks up again, drawing me back in, and I ignore everything else. The blood rushing to my head adds another layer to the multitude of sensations.
Somehow, I bob my head around his cock. He’s still not relenting on my pussy, and another orgasm begins to build. My nails dig into his back, and he sets me against the bed, shoulders first, and lowers me down on my back again.
“I’m not done with you,” he promises.
“Thank fucking god.” I watch as he rounds to my side of the bed, grabbing an ankle and rotating my lower half onto one side.
His warm hand slides up my thigh until he reaches my ass, where he slaps, and I jump. He watches me closely as he does it again.
“Fuck,” I pant. How am I even more wet than I was?
His wicked grin returns. “You like that? I told you I was going to spank you because of your sassy fucking mouth.”
No one has ever spanked me before. Granted, no one has done a lot of the things that Sutton has done to me, like eating me out while I’m practically on my head. I never thought I’d enjoy spanking. In the abstract, it seemed demeaning, but now I feel the opposite. Empowered and sexy.
“Surprisingly. You’re the only man I’ve ever let hit me.”
He laughs. “That’s not a hit. It’s a love tap.”
I chuckle as he climbs onto the bed, resting on his knees. He pumps his cock deliberately, holding my gaze. A blushing heat rises from my chest into my face.
Am I embarrassed or turned on by watching him stroke himself as he looks over me? I settle on highly fucking aroused.
“I may be greedy, but I’ve been good. Don’t tease me.”
“You have been good.” He scoots closer and guides the tip of his cock through my exposed arousal. With my shoulders mostly flat on the bed and my hips twisted to one side, I can almost seat myself against him as he teases my clit and opening back and forth. When he finally enters me, the fullness is amazing. I never realized how much I hadn’t experienced in sex, this partially turned position one of those things, and the angle provides an exquisite reach.
Something like a moaned ‘yes’ falls from my mouth and I lay my head back.
“You like being my good girl, don’t you?”
My head pops back up.
“You’re fierce and sassy, but you like it when I tell you what a good listener you are.”
He’s right. Praise never sounds as good as when it’s coming off his lips for me. “When you make it worth my while.”
He thrusts into me deeply. “I always make it worth your while.”
I groan again. “Except when you tease me.”
“Liar.” He slams into me again and leans forward, so our mouths are nearly touching. “You fucking love when I tease you. And it’s only to repay your own teasing.”
“I never tease.” My eyes close as I dial into the feel of his cock filling me up over and over. He’s become more vocal during sex, and it’s something I never knew I needed but enjoy immensely.
He slaps my ass hard, and I’m positive my pussy floods him further in response, squeezing tightly around him. “Oh really? Calling me ‘Sir’ isn’t a tease?”
“Uh-uh.” Getting the response out takes entirely too much concentration as I begin to succumb to his treatment of me.
One of his hands slides up the column of my throat and he uses his thumb to press against my jaw, causing me to turn and meet his eyes. He only needs to use tiny, subtle gestures for me to do as he pleases.
His thumb rests against my throat again. Our eyes bore into each other as he continues to pump into me in a slow rhythm. I lean my head back slightly, causing my throat to push farther into his grip. His eyes gleam. “You like my hand around your throat, Firecracker?”
Letting him grip me in a way that’s inherently dangerous and trusting him implicitly with my life force is another vulnerability that I never foresaw handing over to someone. How many times has he asked me if I trust him, and how many times have I told him yes? If this isn’t the ultimate trust exercise, I don’t know what is. But it doesn’t feel like work. It feels erotic and even safe.
He studies me with a quirked eyebrow, waiting.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” His grip tightens the tiniest bit and I moan again. In a flash, he leans forward, never letting go of my neck, and kisses me deeply. His thrusts pick up pace and intensity.
The completeness of being at Sutton’s mercy, coupled with the exquisite way he’s thrusting into me causes my orgasm to crash through me in no time, with him spilling into me soon after.
His mouth falls next to my ear and he grunts beautifully. “Fuck.” His heavy breaths fill my ear. “Now I need another shower. This time, you’re coming with me.”