The Cowboy's Kink (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) (8 page)

He forced his thigh between hers to spread her legs in the confined space, his hand seeking and finding what he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind. One taste and he’d known he wanted more. One touch and he groaned against her lips, unable to resist filling her slowly with one finger. He shuddered. She was so damn tight.

Alicia wasn’t motionless in his embrace. Her hands had reached down and had his jeans unbuckled and unzipped before he could stop her. He tore his mouth away and struggled for breath when her fingers wrapped around his erection. “Alicia, don’t.”

“You broke our deal,” she whispered, her hips moving against his hand, forcing his finger deeper inside her while she stroked him. “Which means you’re not the boss of me.”

Oh yes he fucking was. He let her go, gripping her wrists and tugging her away from him, trapping her arms behind her back. “I was trying to be a gentleman, Alicia Bell. Trying to make sure you didn’t have any regrets that would keep you away from your sister. This would be temporary, but family isn’t.”

She struggled a little against his grip, but he could see it in her eyes. She liked it. “You really are a control freak aren’t you? But I can make my own decisions. I’ve been doing it for a while and I’ve had a lot of practice. Especially when it comes to sex.”

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cheek. “What I want from you is more intimate than sex. I know that, and you don’t. Which is why I was trying to be smart about it.”

“I know what I want, Tracy. I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t. If you don’t, that’s okay. Just let me go.”

“Too late for that, baby.” He let her go and grimaced as he zipped himself back into his pants before picking her up and getting on his horse. He guided her body until she was behind him and made sure her arms were wrapped around his waist. “Hold on. There’s no backing out now.”

***

Alicia felt like she’d been on a roller coaster. For the most part, the day had been full of joyful revelations and laughter. She’d focused on her sister since Tracy—who was apparently the most popular member of the family—was instantly surrounded and on the other side of the party from her for most of the visit.

Jinny had bloomed for the Reyes family and had been so grateful for Alicia’s new attitude toward Miguel that she practically glowed. It made her happy and sad at the same time. Happy for Jinny, and sad that she’d been the cause of any stress or drama in her sister’s life. And Miguel, for the first time, had come to Alicia and apologized for allowing his pride to get in the way of Jinny’s comfort and wellbeing. He’d admitted to being afraid he’d screw it all up. Being a father. Working on his family’s ranch. Everything. He said after his talk with Tracy, he realized what was most important—making Jinny happy. It had given her hope that things would be better for her sister. A hope that turned to slightly selfish excitement when Jinny told her she and Miguel would be staying at the ranch with her mother-in-law until the baby was born.

She and Tracy would have his whole house to themselves to continue their experiment.

When she saw him disappear into the stable she’d been relieved, until she realized what he was doing. She wasn’t sure what made her so bold, her anger or her desire…but whatever it was, she’d won. She’d gotten him right where she wanted him.

Naked in his living room.

Smack!

“Oh, Jesus!” She tried to move, but her wrists were bound behind her back with nylon rope. Her bare body was draped over his lap as he sat on the big leather couch. Her legs were stretched out behind her on the cushions as he pinned her with one firm hand, while the other spanked the cheeks of her ass with merciless and arousing intent.

Smack! Smack!

“Tracy!”

Her skin was on fire. Stinging and tingling and hot. Her breath coming in gasps as she lay over his muscular thighs, the ridge of his cock pressing into her side. She never knew where his palm would land next. If it would be hard or soft, fast or painfully slow. She had no idea spanking would feel so good. Or make her want him more than she already did. “Tracy, please.”

“Please what, baby? Spank you harder? Don’t tempt me, I know how much you can take.” His voice was gritty with lust and restraint. His hand landed on her left cheek and she shouted at the sharp sensation. “Should I stop? Have you learned your lesson about tempting me to lose my control in public when I can’t do anything about it?”

Not if this was the result. “Yes!” she promised “Oh God, yes.”

“I think you’re lying,” he rasped, but she could hear the smile in his voice. “Spread your legs.”

Alicia whimpered and turned to look back at him, but did as he asked, gasping when she felt his fingers sliding through the arousal between her thighs. “So wet,” he groaned. “Your ass is bright red and you are soaking fucking wet. You like this, Alicia?”

“Yes!” She felt him drag his wet fingers over her ass gently, tracing designs on her heated skin. “Mmmm.”

“I like it too,” he confided softly. “Seeing my marks on you. Watching the way you respond. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He gripped her under her hips with his big hands and lifted, bringing her to her knees with her ass in the air. Her sensitive breasts pushed against his firm thigh as his tongue lightly followed the path his fingers had taken over her tender cheeks, tasting her arousal and making her shiver. She moaned and pressed her forehead into the couch helplessly.

His fingers slid between her thighs again. “You’re making me hungry, Alicia. Too hungry. I’m going to need more.” He pushed one finger into her sex and she tilted her hips back invitingly. “Good girl.”

She felt the second, thick finger and she gasped. “
Yes
. Oh that feels…”

“Tight.” She felt his erection press harder against her side as he started to thrust in and out with his fingers. Stretching her. Pressing against a spot inside her that made her moan. He swore. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.”

“I do,” she gasped. “I want you too. Tracy, I’m—Yes,
God
. I’m ready.”

“No, you’re not. What did I say I would do first? Before you could come on my cock?”

“Your fingers. Your mouth…” she moaned when his fingers pushed deeper, curving inside her and making her restless, breathless.

“Among other things,” he agreed darkly. She felt his strong arm reach under her shoulders, lifting her head off the couch. “Kiss me, Alicia Bell.”

He held her as her head turned blindly toward his, groaning at the carnal kiss that seemed to mimic the thrusts of his fingers. Her tongue tangled with his and she used the arm holding her up as leverage so she could pump her hips more forcefully back against his hand. She felt dirty. Sexy. Wanton.

He bit her lower lip and tugged. She opened her eyes to see his glittering with need. He slowly released her then shifted on the long couch and flipped her over so she was on her back. Her hands still bound behind her pressing into her back as he positioned himself between her thighs and draped her legs over his broad shoulders.

“Damn, you are a tempting sight. Too fucking tempting.”  He lifted her hips off the couch with his free hand, bringing her closer to him. Then with his other hand, still damp with her arousal, slipped two fingers back inside her sex, filling her again. She impatiently tilted her hips down to get more of his thick fingers inside her, needing more.

“Tracy!” 

He paused. “Do you want to use your safe word already, Alicia?”

“No.” She shook her head, licking her lips as she looked into his eyes. “I want you.”

He groaned raggedly and lowered his mouth, spreading her swollen lips apart with his thick tongue and sucking on her clit as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Oh God,” she cried. “Oh, Tracy that’s…” She tightened her legs on his shoulders, not sure whether or not she wanted to push away or pull him closer. Too many sensations. Every inch of her tingling and sparking with need and pleasure.

Tracy sucked curled his tongue around her clit as he thrust his fingers deep into her pussy. He lifted her hips higher with his other hand, pressing her sex into his hungry mouth. He was everywhere. Stretching inside her. Filling her everywhere. 

Alicia instinctively pulled him into her with her legs as she came with a scream. He slid out his fingers and thrust his tongue deep inside her sex. He moaned as he drank in her arousal and she pumped her hips against his mouth. He used both hands to grip her sensitive ass cheeks and drive his tongue deeper as she came for him.

The waves were crashing in on her and they wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until she was crying out again with another climax, this orgasm stronger than the first. “Oh my God! Tracy!” As her thighs finally relaxed on his shoulders he slid her legs down his sides and let her catch her breath for a moment. She opened her eyes, dazed and smiling weakly.

“
Yes
.” Tracy got off the couch, scooped her small body into his arms and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom, not stopping until they were in the master bath. He set her down long enough to remove the rope from her wrists and turn on the water.  He pulled her quivering body inside the large shower, letting her feel the pounding heat on her shoulders as he held her against his huge frame and rubbed her arms and hands, making them tingle with renewed circulation. 

He kissed her and she lost herself in the mixture of her arousal and his taste in her mouth. His gentle nips on her lips and playful tongue continued to tease her while he washed her body. As awareness came back to her she took the soap from his hands and started to pay him back in kind. He shuddered when she pressed her soapy body against his, reaching around him to wash his back. Sliding her tummy against his thick, hard cock.

She wanted him.

“Alicia,” he sighed, cupping her shoulders and stepping away from her. “Let’s rinse you off.”

She frowned. “Why won’t you let me touch you? When do I get to drive
you
crazy?”

“You already drive me crazy, Alicia Bell. I’m hanging on by a thread here. What is it you want?”

She let him guide the shower’s wand over her body before lowering her hand to his erection. “This.”

His laugh was raw. “Jesus. And I was worried you’d be shy.”

“I thought you were Mr. Observant.”

“Look at that devilish smile.” He kissed her softly. “You want my cock? I’d like to see those lips wrapped around it.”

Her heart started racing again. “Yes, Tracy. Right here?”

“No,” he muttered. “I want you in my bed.”

He turned off the water and reached for a towel, wiping himself off briskly before grabbing another and turning his attention to her.

Alicia watched him through her lashes as he caressed her body with the soft white towel. He was thorough, tender, paying special care to the still-sensitive cheeks he’d spanked so wickedly not an hour ago. Seeing this big, confident man on his knees as he rubbed the cloth along her damp calves tugged at something inside her.

She could get used to this.

Her hand went to his head and she ran her fingers through the thick, dark waves, smiling. “I think I’m dry.”

He dropped the towel and looked up at her with a grin. “Wanna bet?”

She gasped and reached for the bathroom counter with the hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair. He’d lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, kissing her again, his tongue filling her sex. “Tracy.
Oh
.”

It felt deeper in this position. She had more control. She tightened her hand in his hair and started to move against him. God, it felt good. He growled, but he didn’t stop, his fingers tightening on her thigh while he let her set the rhythm.

“That’s so good,” she moaned, amazed at how swiftly her arousal had spiked again. Her body was reaching for it greedily, wanting to come. “
Like that
. I’m close. Don’t stop. Oh!”

Tracy had stopped long enough to place her clit between his teeth and slap a warning hand firmly on her ass, pulling her abruptly out of her sensual haze. She looked down at him in shock. “Tracy?”

He lifted his mouth. “Don’t come.”

Don’t
come?

He saw the question in her eyes. “Trust me.” He set her leg down and stood, his broad chest heaving as he sought to slow his breathing. “I need you to let me stay in control, Alicia. I need… Take your hair down for me.”

She tilted her head, sensing his tension. She lifted her arms and made short work of the pins before loosening her braid.

He watched as she ran her hands through it and let it fall to her waist. “I’ve been dreaming about getting this in my hands. Silvery blonde and soft as satin.” He moved closer and one of his hands slipped around the back of her neck, gripping the hair at the base of her skull and pulling in a way that made her knees turn to Jell-O. “I’m in love with this hair.”

Tracy smiled when he pulled again and she gasped. “You like that.”

She did. She liked everything he’d done to her. Everything he said he wanted to do. Even the frustration she was feeling because he wouldn’t let her come was exciting…which didn’t make any sense. But she didn’t want him to hold back because she wasn’t experienced enough. Because he thought she wasn’t ready. She had to find a way to show him she was.

“Will you do that when I’m…sucking your cock?”

She blushed and his hand tightened in her hair. “Trying to see how far you can push me? Let’s find out. Go into the bedroom and wait for me.”

She had a feeling he was done holding back. She could only be so lucky. “Yes, Tracy.”

He was not in control.

Tracy stared at himself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the dark-eyed man who struggled with labored breaths to push down the need for the woman in his bedroom. The woman who trusted him to guide her through her first experience with domination and submission outside of a romance novel, who had already been spanked and restrained and was still trying to test him with her roving hands and sassy responses.