Chapter 16
Bailey
I didn’t mean to fall into bed with my handsome cowboy, but sue me, I did. There was just too much I had to be thankful for. I’m only human after all. With Brett, we have this perfect balance of getting to know one another and screwing each other’s brains out.
However, when Brett told me to sit on his face, I was not ready for any of that. Let’s just say I’m really glad I’ve kept up with those waxing appointments.
“Oh, my godddddd,” I moan, my hand gripping onto my bedhead for all I’m worth.
I felt self conscious about it, I’m not gonna lie.
There are lots of things I’m not a hundred percent happy with about my body, so in this position, Brett would be privy to most of them.
However, he does not seem to mind as he eats me out like a starving man.
I’ve never sat on a guy’s face before, but now I know I’m gonna be saying those Hail Marys the next time I go to church because I’m pretty sure I’ve seen God several times while he’s been doing this.
This man is seriously the best orgasm giver ever. His beard makes it all the more exhilarating. Here I was thinking it would be prickly, but it’s not. I dig it.
“That’s it, baby girl, ride my face, let me taste that sweet cum on my tongue.”
And his words. My, my, this man needs to run a dirty talking school for beginners and get all the men of the world out there trained up. I’m serious. If he ever wanted to switch jobs from his current position, he’d have a fruitful career as a dirty talking specialist.
There’s no way I’ve ever come this many times.
No freaking way, and yet, I’m like a firecracker.
Brett was a total sweetheart after we had dinner, he even tipped his hat and bid me a goodnight…
like I was gonna let that happen. I dragged the poor man to the bedroom while he kept telling me he didn’t expect anything. Why is that so damn hot?
I know he’s genuine by the way he talks about the people in his life that he cares about, like his best friend Dale, who he grew up with, along with Jed. I don’t think there’s even one mean bone in this man’s body.
When he spears me with his tongue, my eyes roll into the back of my head. Yeah, now is about the time I’m thankful for no neighbors, though I’m sure if the horses could hear, they’d be wondering what the heck their mom was doing.
“Right there,” I moan. “Oh, oh!” I let out the longest, panting, begging moan in history and suddenly, I’m being rolled onto the mattress.
Brett grins, wiping his mouth with his forearm, pinning my hands to the mattress below me. “I’ve never tasted anythin’ so sweet, baby.”
“If you keep talking like that, you’ll be the one responsible for telling my doctor why my ovaries exploded.”
“I don’t know, doesn’t sound so bad to me.” He leans off me to reach for something, then within seconds he expertly rolls on a condom, and then teases me with his tip until I’m squirming again. “You’re bein’ a bad girl for not lettin’ me eat dessert.”
“Wait, you just did eat dessert.”
He chuckles. Yeah, we skipped the mud cake to come and fuck because I couldn’t keep my hands off him any longer. “Bailey Owens, just what am I gonna do with you?”
I bite my lip. Never one to shy away from the truth, I blurt: “There was mention of being put over your knee.”
His eyes widen as he halts in his tracks. “Do you want me to spank you?”
I clear my throat, a flush rising in my cheeks. “I don’t know. No one has ever spanked me, but it did sound kinda hot. Should I call you Daddy while you do it?”
He kisses me chastely. “You can call me whatever you want, honey, I’ll still answer.”
“Then I’d better be a bad girl so Daddy can spank me.”
He pulls me onto his lap and we kiss. His tongue invades my mouth and I feel it everywhere.
“You’d better stop talkin’ like that or Daddy is not gonna last five seconds.”
“Should we have a safe word or something?” I ask. “I’ve read Fifty Shades, and some other books that are pretty kinky.”
“You won’t need one because I’m not gonna hurt you, but by all means, baby girl, you tell your daddy what you need.”
I laugh because of the face he makes, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “I guess just colors will work, right? Red for stop, yellow for I’m almost at my limit, and green for spank me harder?”
He kisses me again, his lips brushing against mine. “You truly are the most interesting woman I’ve ever met.”
“That’s better than being boring,” I say.
“This will be far from boring, are you ready?”
I nod. Anticipation running right through every fiber of my being. “Ready.”
He shifts so I face plant into the mattress, then I’m bent over his lap.
He holds both my hands behind my back and I tilt my face to the side.
“You’re gonna get three smacks per ass cheek,” he tells me, smoothing his palm over my butt while he holds my wrists with one hand. “And you’re gonna count.”
“Oh, god.”
“And you use your colors if I’m too hard or soft, yeah? I want this to be good for you.”
I’m dying to know if I like pain as much as I like pleasure, and I’m thrilled I get to do it with Brett. I don’t know him, but I trust him.
I wiggle my ass as he raises his palm, then a squeak leaves my mouth as he slaps one cheek. It’s not so bad, and it definitely didn’t hurt. He’s going easy on me.
“Count,” he tells me.
Yes, Daddy.
“One.”
He repeats it on the other cheek.
“Two. Green, cowboy, you can go harder.”
Smack.
“Three.”
Smack.
“Four.”
Smack.
“Five.”
Smack.
“Six. More. I need more of that.”
“Fuck, baby.” His hand shifts between my legs and I’m so wet. He groans. “Your ass is startin’ to turn pink already.”
“Again,” I cry. “Brett, baby, please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you use my name in bed.”
Smack.
Oh, it’s harder. Yes! “Seven.”
“Why am I doin’ this, Bailey? What did you do?”
“I-I was a bad girl. I sat on Daddy’s face before we had the cake he made.”
Smack.
“Eight,” I moan, my ladybits ready to combust.
He smooths my cheeks with one palm. “And are you gonna do that again?”
“Yes.”
Smack.
“I mean, no!”
“Count, baby. Let me hear how much you want it.”
“Nine.” I’m a panting mess now, so ready for him to be inside me.
Smack.
“Ten! Touch me, Brett, I’m right there. Please.” This man has me goddamn begging.
Then two fingers slide into my pussy and his thumb dusts over my clit, his other hand taps my ass repeatedly, not hard or soft, just in between, and I’m coming. Oh boy, do I go off like a firecracker. I don’t even recognize the strangled moan coming from my own mouth.
“I’m so hard,” he growls. “Need to be inside you, baby girl.”
I pull up onto my elbows and before I can blink, he moves from under me, sliding his cock inside me from behind.
“Brett,” I cry.
“You can take it.”
My eyes squeeze closed as he seats himself. No matter what he says, he’s still big. And then he moves. In and out, in and out. His hips hitting against my sensitive ass only adds to the heat.
One hand grips my hip, the other presses into the comforter as he fists it.
His soft grunts turn me on, and soon we’re moving to a rhythm that sends me to seventh heaven all over again.
Never has a man been so generous to think about my needs in bed before his.
Never. It makes me wonder what I’ve been doing all this time taking second best.
Tonight was wonderful. Our date at my little kitchen table, I didn’t expect. Brett had gone to so much trouble. It just makes my heart beat that much faster in my chest that he cared enough to do that for me.
How can I feel like I know this man after only twenty-four hours? Granted, I don’t know a whole lot about him because he wanted to hear all about my life in Colorado and what my parents do. He listened to every word, taking it all in like I were some goddamn apparition.
I don’t know how I’m going to recover when he’s gone. How am I supposed to do this alone after he’s given me so much in only one day?
You’re getting ahead of yourself, Bails.
While I know that’s true, I can’t seem to stop myself.
It’s nice to feel good. Better than nice.
It’s freaking amazing, and I won’t apologize for it.
For once in my life, I’m putting my needs and wants first. I don’t care what anyone thinks at the best of times, but my heart cares.
And I know my heart will be badly bruised when Brett leaves.
All I can do is enjoy the ride and try my best not to fall like a lovesick teenager. I know better than this.
If it were just the great sex, that would be one thing.
He’s fantastic between the sheets, but I know that stuff is only part of it.
What Brett has is charisma, charm, manners, and a sense of humor to boot.
He’s attentive, smart and funny, always quick with a joke or his cute little smirk.
And now he’s fucking Daddy? Be still, my beating heart, already.
“I’m coming,” I cry out as he slams in and out, grunting when he hears my words.
“Baby, fuck yeah.” He stills and the moan that leaves his lips is enough for my eyes to roll into the back of my head with pure delight.
We’re both panting wildly and bathed in sweat, I don’t mind it one little bit. He slides out, rolling onto his side next to me as I collapse onto the comforter.
“That was really, really amazing,” I say between panting breaths.
“Yeah.”
“How long are you in town for, again?” I joke.
I feel his hand brush against my cheek. “As long as you need me to be.”
My eyes pop open as I turn my head to look at him.
“Be careful what you wish for. I may not look needy, but you keep cooking up a storm, spanking me, and doing that thing you just did, I may never wanna let you go.” The words are out before I can even stop them, but Brett’s smile just widens as he leans down to kiss me.
“I’m okay with that.”
“Funny.”
“I never joke about matters of the heart.”
“Brett, what are we doing?” I sigh, my heart literally feels like it’s about to race out of my chest. I’m one gallop away from having a serious palpitation.
Falling in love.
No! Stupid brain. I don’t fall in love. I can’t.
“Whatever you want to do, boss lady. You’re callin’ the shots here.”
“How come I get to call the shots?”
“I thought that’s what women wanted?”
“Yeah, they do, but they also wanna be manhandled by a hot man and hauled over his shoulder once in a while, too.”
He chuckles, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. “In case I haven’t told you tonight, you’re beautiful, Bailey Owens, and I’m not goin’ anywhere right now.”
“Good,” I say, planting a kiss on his lips. “Because we’re not done here, but first I need that mud cake.”