Page 28 of Playing Cowboy
I nod.Then wink.“You mean that?”
“I may not be a real cowboy,” he insists as I gently tug him to his feet.“But I always keep my promises.”
“Sorry if I doubted you,” I tease, leaning up to kiss his ripe, full lips.“I guess I ...I’ve been a bad boy.”
I feel his body stiffen as we kiss, smirking to myself as I peel my lips away.“A ...a what now?”he asks as I lead him up the two wooden steps from the sunken living room.I know he heard me.I think he’s just making sure he heard meright.
“A bad boy,” I insist playfully, watching those big feet pad along inside his dirty tube socks.Fucking hell,I think as we drift toward the guest room I’d noticed earlier.The one with the big, firm bed smack dab in the middle of it.Maybe I am a foot guy, after all?
“Will you ever forgive me?”I purr and, smile widening, Grady finally gets the point.
“That depends,” he murmurs as I guide him into position, standing him at the foot of the bed.
“On what, cowboy?”I purr, reaching for his big brass belt buckle.The one he’d worn just for me, the sexy, sweet little fucker.His eyelids flutter as I unclasp the belt, the heavy buckle swinging open to one side as I pop open the button above his fly.
He grins down at me.“On how well you respond to ...punishment?”
I shiver at the very word.Fucking quick learner, this one.“Oh my,” I tease as the zipper slides down, my fingertips brushing against the outline of his erection.Jesus,I think to myself as we both help him wriggle out of his constricting jeans.Talk about a banana!
He kicks off the last leg, sending the jeans zinging against a generic bureau leaning against one wood-paneled wall.“No,” I mutter when he reaches for the waistband of his boxer briefs, so thin and clingy I can see one vein pulsing along the underside of his shapely cock.“Later, okay?”
He nods, biting his lower lip as if to cut off some gooey confession.“But you can lose the shirt, okay?”
He beams, tugging it off as I marvel at his torso, richly muscled and honey-hued, sparsely haired except for his bushy armpits and little wisps around his big, maroon nipples.“Fuck,” I gush, circling one with a trembling finger as it stiffens beneath my touch.“This is going to be so good, isn’t it?”
“What is?”he asks nervously as I replace the finger with my palm and gently press him down onto the foot of the bed.
“You spanking me,” I insist as our eyes meet in the dimly lit guest room.“You and that big, rough hand smacking my soft little ass until it’s blushing as red as your cheeks are right now.”
He smiles.“I ...I was hoping you’d want that, too.”
“Too?”
He nods as I turn gently to offer him my side.Instinctively, his big hand starts to smooth along the outline of my ass, tracing it with those big, rough fingers.
“I knew the minute I saw this pretty little thing,” he purrs, warm breath slithering across my waist as he cups the bottom rind, as if weighing it per pound.As if reading my mind, he gives it a little jiggle, the sensation making us both moan with surprising pleasure as the gentle touch ripples through my every nerve ending.“That I wanted to feel it under my hand.”
“Great minds think alike,” I mutter as he squeezes it for good measure.His hand is so strong.My flesh so yielding, I know I can cum just from this.Cum again, already, just from his big, strong hands all over my ripe, willing ass.But it’s not me, I’m here to please this time, I suddenly remember.
It’s him.
My big, strong cowboy.His hands settle on his knees, as if uncertain what to do next.He’s not alone.I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never quite done this before.I wink and move his hands gently.
“I think—” I sigh, inching closer as our eyes meet uncertainly.“That’s where I go?”
We chuckle quietly, but he shakes his head, pushing back against my carefully curated scenario.“Naw, Son,” he purrs, patting the bed beside him as he makes room for me.“I think I’ve got a better idea.”
I shiver at the invitation, never happier than when I’m face down, ass up.And even happier when there’s a big, strapping man weighing down the bed next to me.He waits until I’m in position, hands laced under my chin, head turned to face him as he stretches out beside me, propped up on one elbow, and gently tracing the curve of my spine with a single finger.
I shiver at the touch.“I know this looks like it’s for me,” I remind him, winking saucily as he grins.“But it’s really for you.”
“Baby, you never have to worry about how much I’m enjoying myself with you,” he insists, hand settling atop one ripe, round flank.“If you’re naked in front of me?I’m happy.So.Fucking.Happy.”
He pinches my ass on each word, making me rock hard again in seconds flat.“Jesus, those hands.”I sigh from the belly up.
“Jesus, this ass.”He chuckles as he fondles both cheeks, the pressure intensifying with each passing moment.“You sure this is what you want?”
“I was sure the minute you pointed at your office door this morning,” I insist.“So fucking bossy it made me wonder what you’d be like ...in bed.”
