Chapter 19
Dakota
Most of the time, I preferred it rough. But right now, that was the last thing I needed. Sure, Rhylan fucked me in the best way possible. But this time, I wanted to try something different; I wanted to feel the electricity that sparked between our bodies. I wanted to let him in on my terms.
Shutting off the shower, I led Rhylan into the bedroom, the two of us dripping wet. It didn’t take much to push his body onto the bed, knowing precisely which position I wanted to start in; his thick cock standing at full attention, glistening with my cum.
I admired my cowboy, enjoying the view of him sprawled out on the black jersey knit duvet, tiny beads of water sliding down his skin, sinking into the crevices of his muscles with every exaggerated breath.
The only thing I couldn’t see from where I stood was his piercing, and honestly, the thought of looking at it hadn’t crossed my mind until now, but fuck, did I feel it every time he sank himself into me.
Climbing onto the bed, I framed my body to hover above his thighs on all fours, staring straight down at his cock. The sight alone caused my mouth to water and my pussy to clench as I took in the curved steel barbell that had been pierced through the upper ridge.
So this is what mind-melting orgasms are made of…
Rhylan cleared his throat, “Like what you see, Wildcat?” Oh, the fuck I did. And all I wanted to do… was lick it; to drag my tongue across the silver balls that secured the bar in place while tasting him at the same time, feeding the monster he’d awakened within me.
I lazily dragged the flat part of my tongue along the length of his shaft, starting from the tip where pre-cum had begun to leak.
A starved moan floated past Rhylan’s lips as I reached the base of his cock, his head sinking deeper into the mattress, eyes closing as his fists twisted in the fabric of the duvet.
I teased him once more, before reaching over the edge of the bed to where he’d thrown his jeans from last night, removing the leather belt from the loops as I repositioned myself to straddle his thighs.
“You sure you know how to use that?” Rhylan’s eyes were diligently tracking my hands as I looped the belt into a figure eight, then wrapped the extra length through the buckle to form cuffs.
Taking hold of his right wrist, I slipped it through one hole, followed by the left, before giving a sharp tug on the tail end to tighten and secure them together.
“Oh, Cowboy… You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself roped into.”
As I rose on my knees, I extended his arms overhead and secured the belt to a decorative ring on the headboard, ready to break in my stallion.
Rhylan tugged on his restraints, his biceps flexing as he tested their hold; metal clinking against itself and the wood. Knowing that he wasn’t going anywhere unless I set him free, he returned his attention to me, biting the corner of his lip with a sly smile as his eyes flared with excitement.
“Fuck, darlin’. Don’t keep a man waitin’ with a promise like that. Lower that sweet pussy and ride me till your slow moans turn into throat-ripping screams.” He bucked his hips, the head of his cock lifting high enough to glide through my center. “Wreck me, Dakota.”
This was the kind of man I so desperately desired—needed—in my life; one who gave themselves to me instead of the other way around.
This was my mind letting go of its protective barrier and allowing my fragile heart to take what it yearned for. The things I lost and missed.
Understanding. Devotion. Attachment.
I placed a hand in the center of his chest, feeling his heart race as I lowered myself, thighs spread across his hips, sinking all the way down until my pussy rested against his pelvis, a gasp passing both our lips as he stretched and filled me so fucking well.
It started slow; the rhythm, like riding a gentle wave. I shut my eyes, rolling my hips and head back with a sensual moan as my clit ground against his skin, the friction sending me higher.
The leather creaked around Rhylan’s wrists as I rode my cowboy at a pace that would drive any man insane, but he didn’t fight me once, his hips allowing my body the control to ruin us both.
“D-kota.” I fell forward, hearing his strained cry of a moan, both hands now pressed against his chest as I met his gaze with labored breaths.
I loved hearing my name grace his lips. “You don’t even know how beautiful you look right now.
Towering over me with that gorgeous body, taking everything you need. ”
“What about you, Rhy? What do you need?”
I wanted to feel his hands on me, caressing my thighs; my throat. I could tell he craved the same, as his hands tightened around the belt loops, threatening to rip the entire fixture off the headboard if he had to hold back much longer.
Rhylan was strong, and it would’ve taken little to no effort for him to break free and have his way with me. But he didn’t, and that alone said everything I needed to hear.
Gliding my palm up the length of his arm, I reached for the buckle, never taking my eyes off his as I released him from the headboard, and he wasted no time in flipping our positions, my legs still wrapped around his waist as he pressed me into the mattress.
“I don’t need anything, I have it all right here.” Rhylan lowered his lips to my neck, peppering wet kisses along the side, and once again, I shut my eyes, our sex turning into an out-of-body experience that had me seeing galaxies that rivaled the Milky Way.
He made me come two more times before finding a final release of his own, filling me up before leaving us a tangled mess of cum and sweat across the cotton sheets.
Rhylan held me close while our breathing leveled out, and refused to loosen his grip even as sleep threatened to claim us. My head rested against his chest, the beat of his heart a comforting lullaby against the low rumble of the passing storm, and I knew this was where I was meant to be.
Wrapped in his arms.
Home.
His.
The ability to be vulnerable was difficult, especially when all you've ever known was abandonment, self-sabotage, and damage.
Allowing someone to see your softer side and give them something so many others took for granted was a challenge.
But I did it…
Rhylan had somehow convinced me that he was worth the risk…
And what did he do after I gave in and let him take the last piece of me that I’d been saving for Mr. Right?
He left a note.