Chapter 6 #2
She scoffs and tries to make herself more comfortable, but the cuffs make that impossible. “I doubt you could even get me where I need to go. The thought of you between my legs repulses me.”
“Prove it.”
“What?”
“Let’s put it to the test. Let me between your legs. If I can make you come within ten minutes, I’ll let you out of those cuffs and you’ll be a good girl for me. For the remainder of the trip, you’ll stop demanding to ride with Blayne and any other man who might cross our merry little path.”
“And if I don’t come?”
I hide my smile. I’ve got the little minx.
“If you don’t come, I’ll give you my blessing to shack up with Blayne. You can become his problem.”
“Yes, call me a problem, daddy,” she moans. “That really turns me on.”
“Or you can stay right where you are.” I shrug. “And you’re already turned on. You’re always on.”
She nibbles her lip. “If I don’t get off, you’ll really let me out of these cuffs? No take backs?”
“I never renege on a bet, my beauty.”
She doesn’t ask me to stop calling her that this time. She almost seems to soften in front of my eyes. Her sharp angles lose their edges as I gain the upper hand. She sucks in a deep breath and grits her teeth.
“Fine. Give it your best shot, Captain Cocksure.”
With her permission, I step closer to the bed. My hands land on her hips, and I lower her shorts. I hate how my dick hardens.
Down, boy. This isn’t for us.
“Damn, no foreplay?” She moves her legs to help me undress her lower half. Then she looks up at the cuffs. “I won’t have much wiggle room for riding you.”
I nearly wince from pain as my cock throbs to the memory of her on top of me. The way her breasts hung so near my lips, her pink nipples begging for my mouth. The sounds she made.
Fuck, this will be harder than I thought.
I planned to pleasure her and her alone, not only this time, but whenever a situation such as this might arise. If I deny myself, I lessen the risk of wanting more.
“You won’t be riding me,” I say.
“Oral?” she squeals. “That’s no fair! You didn’t say oral!”
I grin and toss her shorts to the floor. “The devil’s in the details, my dear, and you’ve already agreed.”
I pull off my suit jacket, fold it neatly, and drape it over the chair across from the kitchenette. As I roll up my shirt sleeves, I practically see a line of drool form at the corner of her lips.
“It’s fine,” she whispers. “This is fine. I still won’t come.”
With a grunt, I get on my back and slide beneath her. This position puts her pussy at the perfect height, and I grip her ass and bring her toward my mouth. Heat melds with my tongue, and that first taste of her nearly has my eyes rolling.
She’s heavenly, my god.
Despite talking a big game, she’s already moaning after the third swipe of my tongue. I bring my arms around her thighs and squeeze her thick ass as I lap her pleasure. The girl is a mess, and I’ve just begun.
Ten minutes?
Puh. I could have her shaking in five.
“This really isn’t fair,” she says through a moan. “You were always good with your mouth.”
I find her clit with the tip of my tongue and give it a few flicks. She rewards me by grinding against my chin.
Yes, drown me, my beauty. Suffocate me with your sweetness.
“Three minutes down, seven to go,” she says through gritted teeth. The poor girl is fighting this with all she has, but I won’t be beaten. Not today.
There’s a knock at the RV door, but I ignore it. I can only hope it doesn’t throw her off. That would be terrible. But as luck would have it, her body betrays her, desiring what will become her demise. She grinds a little harder, wanting sweet release far more than she wants to win.
The knocking moves to the little window beside the bed. “King? There is caca all over the floor of my bus, and I’m too embarrassed to have anyone else deal with it.”
“Sounds like you need to take care of that,” she whispers.
“The only thing I need to take care of is right in front of me,” I growl. “Nothing else matters until you’re satisfied.”
I lick harder, faster. My tongue finds a tempo and stays there, coaxing her toward detonation, even as Jim whines about sexy things like bacterial infections and sepsis. Kenny lets out a scream, adding to the mood.
If I can make her come with all this going on, I deserve an award.
I slide out from under her with a groan. My gaze jumps to the clock. I have exactly six minutes left.
“Don’t move a muscle,” I say to Josie.
“Sorry, but the deal’s off. You aren’t getting back under me after digging around in literal dookie, my guy.” She closes her legs. “Cut me loose so I can finish myself. It’s over.”
I run my hands through my hair and try to think of a solution as I’m running out of time.
I dash to the front of the RV and rip open the door. “Jim, go and find Gary. He’ll help you, and he’s too daft to care about a little shit. Also, you’ve lost, old man.” I slam the door and rush back to Josie.
She keeps her legs closed. “Wait, what? What did he lose?”
Damn.
“Open your blasted legs. I still have five minutes!” I try to pry her thighs apart, but she won’t be moved. “Do you want to come or not?”
“Can I still come, even if it’s past the ten minutes?”
“You can do whatever you damn well please, but I won’t need more than five.”
“You only have four now,” she says with a smirk as she finally lets me in again. “And stop making bets. It only gets you into—”
Her voice cuts off with a squeal as I dive back into position. Jim’s footsteps fade, and I bring her close again. She keeps a watch on the clock, announcing every minute that passes like a damn warden making rounds in a prison. She’s holding her orgasm hostage, but I know how to pick this lock.
“Two minutes,” she whispers, and I bring out the big guns.
I can’t get my fingers into her like this, so I focus all of my attention on her swollen clit. The little nubbin practically vibrates with anticipation as I bring her ever closer. My tongue will fall off before I end this rhythmic thrashing.
“Sixty . . . seconds,” she moans.
“King? I can’t find Gary, and my bus smells like—”
“Shit!” Josie screams as her thighs grip my skull in a vise. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“Yes, exactly that!” Jim yells back.
I just smile and keep eating until the poor thing can’t take it anymore. She’s fighting the muscles in her arms, keeping her wrists held above her head so that the spikes can’t poke her. It was entirely too difficult for her to think about that and stopping the rush of pleasure between her legs.
As I slide out from underneath her, I wipe my mouth. “I’ll be there posthaste, Jim. I just need a moment to tidy up.” I turn back to Josie and drop my voice to a whisper. “Someone made an absolute mess on my face.”
Josie closes her eyes and admits defeat. “Fuck you and your skilled tongue.”
“If you’re in need of my services again, you’ll know where to find me.” I straighten my tie, grab my jacket, and release her from her shackles before I leave her panting on the bed.
No, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about her running off. For now.