Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (9 page)

Another beat later, he said, “Ah, Abby. I have my fingers pressed against your asshole. You feel me? I’m twirling them around that tightly clenched slot, dying to penetrate you. Fuck, Abby, you’re so sexy. I can’t wait to slide inside you…” He grunted. “Right here. Ah, God, yeah. You’ll be a real pleasure. You are now. I can’t wait to put a smile on those sensual lips.”

She was melting. “I know, Ace. We’ve waited too long.”

He cleared his throat. The silence between them made her nervous. Had her response thrown him off balance?

“I have to know what you feel like.” He released a guttural, throaty moan. “That’s it, sugar. Turn around. Bend over for me.” His heavy breathing bought her some time.

There wasn’t any question about what he was doing. He was tugging for his release, shoving his thick prick through his tightly drawn fist while thinking of her, picturing the two of them together.

The image of him coming while screaming her name drove her to the brink. She plunged the artificial dick inside her pussy, working the shaft up and down, in and out.

“That’s my girl. Turn around and shake that ass. Oh baby, what a pretty package.”

“Ace…”

“Shh, doll. I’ve got this.” A second passed and then another. She fantasized about his large hands, dreamt about his dick size and shape, and wondered what it might be like to watch him handle himself, pull for his release as she fingered her cunt in front of him.
 

Her mouth fell open. Oh how she’d love to drop to her knees and devour him, slurp his size between her cheeks and drain him dry.

He was a man with other ideas.

“I drag the tip of my penis over the cleft, back and forth. I’ll tell you now—I can’t wait. I’ve gotta know what you feel like, doll.

“I’m working my cock right past that snug outer ring, inching beyond the first layer of skin as your body stretches to accommodate the head of my penis.” He grunted. “There. Now you know what you have to look forward to. I pull out. You need time to adjust to the intrusion. My fingers are inside you again. Let me feel you, sweetheart. Prepare you.”

Abby tingled. She thought of Ace placing those long digits inside her rear. She wondered how she would respond to his hand bumping against her bottom, how well he’d invade her private space.

The intimacy was more than she could stand. His fingers locked inside her rectum would be her undoing, almost as much as his tongue piercing her pussy was certain to leave her in ruins.

“You turn around and face me again. My fingers are submerged inside you. I wiggle them higher. Do you like that, Abby?”

“Yes. God yes.”

“As I play with that puckered virgin hole hidden between your cheeks, I’m using my tongue on your pussy, tantalizing your clit. Now, I’m stroking inside your walls. I’m making your soft snatch my first and last meal.

“I mean, I’m wearing you out, Abby. My face is moving side to side. My tongue is traveling through your pulsing cunt, and your body is writhing under the weight of my arm. You can’t lie still. You’re humping against my chin. You’re pulling my hair, grinding against my face.”

“Oh, dear God,” she choked out, shoving the dildo inside her wet cunt. Rather than leave the toy in place, she fucked herself.

“There you go,” Ace rasped. “Ride it out, doll. I’ve got all day. I’ll stay right here, licking you, pressing my lips against your clit, wedging my tongue inside your narrow cunt. And my fingers? Oh man, Abby. You’re squeezing the daylights out of me. Your asshole is so fucking tight.”

“Ace! I’m…almost…there.”

“I know, sugar. Mmm…your syrupy goodness is like expensive chocolate, bittersweet and completely addictive.” He released a weighted breath. “Ah, yeah, baby. Tell me when you’re close. I wanna hear you when you scream.”

“Abby!” A hard knock fell against the door. “Abby, are you all right, dear?”

“Fuck!” Ace shouted.

“I’ll say,” Abby whispered. She lowered the phone and immediately typed out.
You took me to the brink. I can’t wait to try that tongue out in person. Thanks, Ace.

“I’ll be right there!” she exclaimed, staring at the door as she tossed her cell aside.

She pulled the dildo away from her body. Staring down at the glistening moisture coating the rubber shaft, she made a quick decision. There was no way she was walking out there without coming. Not after Ace took her this far.

Careful to keep her leg propped up, she returned to the task of finding satisfaction, and man, did she have her work half finished for her. Her pussy lips were saturated, and her cunt was on fire. She thought of Ace somewhere in Virginia, hiding from the others as he wrapped that large hand around his swollen cock.

She thrust the toy deep inside her pussy and dug for pleasure, rolling the tip around her opening then using a spooning rotation as she tried to find that one spot guaranteed to rock her into an unmanageable explosion.

She raked her trimmed nails over her nipple, pressing against the point. Oh yes. She was almost there.

Her hips shot forward. Her shoulders swung back.

Her pussy lips felt swollen and sensitized. Good Lord, what she’d trade or sell just to have Ace towering over her.

She imagined he was. She wasn’t on the plane anymore. She was in bed. Not just any bed, but Ace’s.

His palms were flat against the pillow as he stretched forward and stole away with a bruising kiss. He buried his cock inside her pussy, and the thickness was enough to send her spinning.

Abby shoved the artificial gadget between her folds, pushing the hard length in and out of her body. Gripping her breast tighter, she clasped her nipple and fondled the point. Where were her clamps when she needed them?

Clamps, hell. She longed for Ace. She wanted his teeth dragging across her nipple.

She stroked for the man who wasn’t there. He was responsible for her arousal, for taking her to the realm of pleasure.

She squeezed the toy, fighting for the more exquisite sensations, the hot flashes of pure satisfaction set to consume her. Then she fucked herself wild, biting back the unsettling urge to call out Ace’s name.

Realizing the phone light was still blinking, she made her silent apologies.
If you’re listening, Ace, this really is for you.

That’s when her orgasm shook her. Her body bumped against the wall behind her, and she wished Ace could’ve been there to guide her, to sate her needs and feed her curiosity.

What she’d give to feel his cock rocking inside her, stroking her with a lover’s beat, an unforgettable tempo driving their pace, pushing them forward, then dragging them back.

Her breathing became broken. Her body reacted on its own. And that’s when she found a satisfied woman’s song. She cried out and couldn’t contain her scream, “Ah, fuck, Ace! Oh God, please give me what I’ve longed for. Give me what I need!”

Ace. Ace. Ace.

His name fell from her lips, and she immediately made up for the slip of tongue as she screwed herself harder, went as deep as the toy would glide. “Fucking yes! Oh Juraz! Harder! Don’t stop! There! Oh yes! Right fucking there!”

Even though her theatrics were overkill, she enjoyed the hell out of her good time. Regardless of the name she screamed, only one man’s face appeared as her illusions inspired her, washed over her like a refreshing summer rain.

Somewhere below the friendly skies, she was convinced Ace was doing the same. Somewhere out there, he was yanking for his release with nothing more than her name on his lips.

As the pleasure wand worked its magic, her imagination taunted her with fantastical illusions of Ace, and she took her daydreams one step further. He was there stroking her, pounding inside her, and yes, taking care of her, truly protecting her.

As she came down from the first orgasm she’d experienced in a very long time, she studied her reflection in the mirror. Her bangs hung over her eyes, and her brow was damp with perspiration. Her face was flushed, her lips parched.

Oh God, what was happening here?

She cried out for one man but clung tightly to the fantasies she created for another. After Ace had proven how willing he was to do whatever she asked of him, she felt certain some of her dreams would eventually come true.

* * * *

The plane hit an air pocket about the time Abby rejoined Juraz. She struck a pose in the doorway, more for support than seduction. Her body became a limp dishrag, swaying one way and then the other.

Juraz was seated on the sofa. His left leg was crossed over his right, his arm casually propped against a pillow. “I heard you in there.”

She approached with caution after the turbulence passed. “You did?”

She was afraid of that.

“Hmm,” he muttered. “Who is Ace?”

“Ace?” she asked, arching a brow.

“I heard you cry out for Ace.”

She snickered. “Oh you mean…” She bowed her head and fluttered her eyelashes. “I’m sorry, Master. This is so embarrassing. It’s something I do when…when I’m coming.”

He stood and brushed her hair away from her face. She glanced up long enough to see him peering down at her with stark interest. “What exactly do you say?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“My subs don’t have secrets from me.”

“Your subs?” she asked, jerking. “I don’t sleep with promiscuous men.”

“That’s good to know. I like clean women, gals who haven’t been around,” he said, his eyes quite telling. He was pissed, and she could gauge that anger. Not only had she kept him waiting, but she’d also called out a man’s name while pleasuring herself, taking an orgasm without granted permission.

“About Ace?”

“Ace in the hole,” she said shyly. “When I come, it’s a release, a habit I have.”

“Shouting ‘ace in the hole’?”

“Yes.”

“I see,” he said, narrowing his gaze as if he didn’t believe her. After the silence became uncomfortable, he said, “I didn’t give you permission to play. You were allowed some privacy, but I didn’t tell you to climax by yourself.”

“I couldn’t resist.” She thought of the dildo then, considering the odd shape of the artificial prick inside her. Then she remembered the intel gathered. She was jumping out on a limb here, but if her guess was accurate, Juraz was about to have a very big head. “When I saw the toy, I nearly came looking at its perfect shape.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Master. The width is…ah! I can’t begin to describe it, and the length? Perfect. Where did you find such a treasure?”

He cupped her nape and drew her to him. His lips whispered across hers, “I’ll let you in on a secret.”

“What?” she asked, resisting the urge to vomit when their lips briefly touched.
 

“That steely rod between your legs was tailor-made.”

Bingo!

“It is?” she asked, trying her best to sound as impressed as Juraz apparently was after he purchased a carbon copy of his penis.

“Yes,” Juraz assured her.

“Why?” She played dumb.

He blushed. “I’m rather wide myself. Women can’t accommodate me unless they’ve been properly stretched and prepared before the initial contact.”

“Wait a minute,” she said, trying to act excited. “You mean…”

He stuck his chest out and simply beamed. “Yes, that’s exactly right. I was the model for that particular piece.”

It was all she could do to keep from laughing. Juraz obviously thought his cock was a work of art. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely,” he assured her, nodding.

“Oh my God, Juraz,” she said slowly, hoping her voice oozed with sincere appreciation while at the same time wishing she could yank the imitation penis away from her vagina. “This is truly a moment to remember.”

“Yes, sub. And soon, very soon, you’ll be able to see, and experience, the real thing for yourself. And that, my dear, will be a priceless hour worth framing.”

Chapter Seven

Juraz excused himself to take an important call. The pilot turned on the fasten seatbelt sign, and Abby buckled up. She’d never understand that concept. How many times were aircraft seatbelts credited with saving someone’s life? If a jet went down, she didn’t want anything to restrain her. She wanted to jump and go if she survived a crash.

“Tell me how the dildo feels now, sub,” Juraz said upon his return.

“It’s fine.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, grateful for the objects she saw below them after she glanced out the nearby window. They would soon land, and Juraz had promised to take her straight home, or at least to the place that would soon become her home.

“Stand up,” he ordered, unhooking the flimsy belt and helping her to her feet.

“But the pilot turned on the flashing red sign,” she said, grasping at straws. Suddenly, the safety belt felt like her last lifeline.

“Don’t worry. You’ll only be on your feet for a minute.”

She was immediately aware of her dress, a solid, simple style without a pattern or mix of colors to hide a crease or crevice. The fitted outfit clung to her hips and shaped her body. The designer choice was so tight, she wondered if anyone would notice a bulge underneath the material.