Page 30 of Dust and Desire (Sagebrush Cowboys #5)

Dustin

I was glad I beat Alex home. It gave me the time I needed to be ready for him. The way he’d talked in the parking lot of the diner, how he wanted me so badly he had to cut our evening out short… it had me hard in ways I didn’t know I could be.

As soon as I stepped through the front door, I stripped down to absolutely nothing.

From there it was just a quick trip to the bedroom to grab my blindfold and a rubber cock ring, mostly just for aesthetics.

I slipped both on and stepped into the living room, tossing down a blanket to soften the floor as I dropped to my knees.

With one last glance out the window, I saw Alex’s blue truck bumping up the driveway.

A grin spread over my face and my cock twitched as I settled onto the blanket, sitting back on my heels.

I reached up and pulled the blindfold down, my entire world going dark.

My other senses quickly kicked in. I could feel my cock pulsing between my legs.

It hung heavy and thick thanks to the cock ring, the sensitive underside brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket below me.

Outside I heard Alex’s truck door slam shut and the unmistakable crunch of his boots on gravel .

The house was so quiet I could hear the low thud of Alex’s boots as they hit the steps of the porch.

Each footfall sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, my skin already prickling with goosebumps despite the warm evening air.

The doorknob turned with a metallic click that seemed impossibly loud in the stillness.

“Dustin?” Alex’s voice was rough, a catch in it that told me he wasn’t expecting this scene.

I stayed silent, kneeling there in darkness, my breath coming faster as I heard him step inside and close the door behind him. The lock slid into place with a decisive click.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, and I could hear the hunger in his voice. His boots scuffed against the floor as he moved closer, circling me slowly. I could feel his presence, the heat of him as he moved around me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin.

“Look at you,” he murmured, closer now, his breath warm against my ear. “All ready for me and leaking. So fucking beautiful.”

I shivered at his words, my cock twitching against the restraint of the ring. I felt his fingertips then, just barely ghosting across my shoulders, down my spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Did I excite you that much?” he asked, his voice dropping to that low register that always made my insides melt. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get home before you got yourself ready?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Use your words, beautiful,” he commanded softly, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck.

“Yes,” I managed, my voice already wrecked with need. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

His hand tightened slightly on my neck, a gentle pressure that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. “You remember what you said at the diner? About the rope?”

I nodded again, then quickly added, “Yes. Please.”

I heard him chuckle, the sound warm and rich in the darkness surrounding me. “So polite. You’re being such a good boy for me tonight. I think that deserves a reward. ”

The praise washed over me like warm honey, making me arch toward his touch. I heard the rustle of fabric as he moved away, then the unmistakable sound of his belt being unbuckled. My mouth watered at the thought of what was coming.

“Stay just like that,” he instructed, his voice moving around the room as he gathered what he needed. “Don’t move a muscle.”

I froze, trying to control my breathing as I listened to him moving about the tiny house. The anticipation was exquisite torture, every sound amplified by my blindfolded state. I heard the soft thud of his boots being removed, the whisper of clothing being shed, the creak of a drawer opening.

When he returned, I could feel his naked presence before me, the heat of his skin radiating toward me like a furnace. The scent of him filled my senses, leather and sweat, hay and that undercurrent of masculinity that was all Alex. I breathed it in deeply, my body trembling with need.

“Arms behind your back,” he commanded softly.

I complied immediately, crossing my wrists at the small of my back. The position thrust my chest forward, leaving me even more vulnerable and exposed. I felt the first touch of rope against my skin, soft yet unyielding as Alex began to wrap it around my wrists with practiced ease.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice a low rumble as he worked. “To be completely at my mercy?”

“Yes,” I breathed, the word barely audible.

The rope tightened, secure but not painful, binding my wrists together. Alex’s fingers trailed up my arms, over my shoulders, down my chest. When they reached my nipples, he pinched, hard enough to make me gasp.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured appreciatively. “So eager for my touch.”

His hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of my torso before sliding lower, deliberately avoiding my straining cock. I whimpered in frustration when his fingers skimmed past where I needed him most.

“Patience,” he chided, amusement coloring his tone. “We’ve got all night.”

I felt him shift, moving behind me. His chest pressed against my back, warm and solid, his erection nestling against the curve of my ass. His arms wrapped around me, one hand splaying across my chest while the other finally, mercifully, wrapped around my cock.

“Look how hard you are,” he whispered against my ear, giving me a slow, firm stroke that had me moaning. “So thick and heavy in my hand.”

His thumb brushed over the head, spreading the precum that had gathered there. The slick glide of his hand was maddening, too light to provide the friction I craved.

“Alex,” I pleaded, my hips instinctively trying to thrust into his grip.

“Shh,” he soothed, his other hand moving to my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse race. “I’ve got you.”

He stroked me leisurely, his rhythm deliberate and teasing. His lips found my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. When he reached the juncture of my neck and shoulder, he bit down, hard enough to mark but not break skin.

I cried out, the sharp pain blending with pleasure in a heady cocktail that made my head spin. His grip on my cock tightened in response, his strokes becoming firmer, more purposeful.

“You like that?” he asked, his breath hot against the spot he’d just bitten. “Like me marking you, claiming you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body arching into his touch. He didn’t need to know I’d just finished reading a werewolf romance, and this was exactly the attention I craved. “Bite me again.”

Alex growled low in his throat, the sound primal and possessive. His teeth found my skin again, this time at the curve of my shoulder, sinking in with enough force to make me cry out. The sweet sting of it sent electricity crackling through my veins .

“Mine,” he whispered against my flesh, and I felt the word brand itself into my very being.

“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly, my cock throbbing almost painfully in his grip.

He released me suddenly, leaving me bereft and aching. I heard him move, felt the shift in the air as he circled around to face me again. His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with unexpected tenderness.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded softly.

I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips in eager anticipation. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my bottom lip, hot and velvety. I could feel the metal of his frenum piercing, a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come.

“That’s it,” he murmured as I took him into my mouth, the familiar weight of him settling on my tongue. “Such a perfect mouth.”

His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I began to work him deeper. The darkness behind the blindfold intensified every sensation, the salt-sweet taste of him, the slight catch of his piercing against my tongue, the way his breathing changed as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip tightening in my hair. “Just like that, beautiful.”

I lost myself in pleasing him, in the sounds he made, the way his hips began to move in shallow thrusts.

My own arousal pulsed insistently between my legs, neglected but somehow all the more intense for it.

With my hands bound behind me, I was completely at his mercy, existing solely for his pleasure. The thought alone was intoxicating.

He pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from my mouth with an obscene sound that made me flush with heat.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice strained with restraint. “I want to be inside you when I cum.”

I whimpered at his words, my body already aching for him. I felt his hands on my shoulders, urging me to stand. With my hands still bound behind me, I struggled to find my balance, but Alex’s strong grip steadied me.

“I’ve got you,” he assured me, guiding me backward until my legs hit the edge of the couch. “Lean forward.”

I complied, bending at the waist until my chest rested against the soft cushions. The position left me completely exposed, my ass raised and vulnerable. I heard Alex’s appreciative groan, felt his hands spread my cheeks apart.

“I’ve been wanting to eat this ass all day…” His finger circled my entrance, sending shivers up my body. “...And I’m gonna take my sweet time with it,” Alex growled, his voice thick with desire.

I felt his hot breath against my exposed hole moments before his tongue made contact, flat and wet and perfect. I cried out, my body jerking at the intimate sensation. His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he worked his tongue against me in slow, deliberate circles.

“Alex,” I gasped, my forehead pressing hard against the couch cushions. The blindfold intensified every lick, every sensation, until I felt like I might shatter from pleasure alone.