Page 31 of Dust and Desire (Sagebrush Cowboys #5)

He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks shooting up my spine. His tongue pushed inside, just barely breaching me before retreating to circle my rim again. The teasing was exquisite torture, each almost-penetration leaving me more desperate than before.

“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

His mouth pulled away, and I felt his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of my ass cheek. “Please what, beautiful? Tell me what you need.”

“More,” I managed, my voice breaking. “I need more of you.”

“You’ll get all of me,” he promised, his finger returning to circle my pucker, slick with his saliva. “Every last inch.”

The first finger slid in easily, my body already relaxed from his attentions. I pushed back against it, seeking more, deeper, anything to fill the emptiness inside me.

“So eager,” Alex murmured, adding a second finger alongside the first. “So insatiable.”

I heard the snap of a bottle cap, then felt the cool slickness of lube as he withdrew his fingers and returned with more. The stretch was delicious as he worked me open methodically, adding a third finger, twisting and sliding until I was trembling and incoherent with need.

His fingers found my prostate, pressing against it with unerring accuracy that made my cock jerk and leak beneath me. “Right there,” I gasped, stars exploding behind my blindfolded eyes.

“I know exactly where to touch you,” Alex said, his voice rough with arousal. “I know every inch of this beautiful body.”

His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss but then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, the metal of his piercing a tantalizing promise against my sensitive rim.

“You want this?” he asked, teasing me with just the tip.

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him, my hands still pinned behind my back. “God, yes.”

He entered me with agonizing slowness, each inch stretching me wider, filling me more completely. The piercing dragged against my inner walls, creating friction in places I’d never felt before. When he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass, we both paused, panting.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hand reaching down to grab the rope binding my wrists.

He used his grip on the rope to pull me back against him, the new angle making me gasp as his piercing pressed directly against my prostate. My body clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his free hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck. “Take all of me. ”

He began to move then, slow, deep thrusts that had me crying out with each drag of his piercing against my most sensitive spot.

The darkness behind the blindfold made every sensation more intense, every touch electric.

I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him everywhere, his cock stretching me open, his hand gripping my bound wrists, his breath hot against my back.

“Fuck, Dustin,” he panted, his pace increasing gradually. “You’re so tight and warm…”

I tried to respond but could only manage broken moans as he hit that perfect spot inside me again and again. The cock ring kept me extremely hard, my erection swinging heavily with each thrust, occasionally brushing against the couch fabric in teasing touches that weren’t nearly enough.

Alex shifted his angle slightly, driving deeper, and I felt my knees weaken. Only his grip on my bound wrists kept me upright as pleasure coursed through me in waves that threatened to drown me.

“Alex,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Please... I need to touch myself.”

“Not yet,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “I want you completely at my mercy.”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering. Before I could protest, his hands were on my hips, spinning me around. I felt disoriented in the darkness, unsure of my footing until he guided me down onto my back on the couch, my bound hands trapped beneath me.

“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” he said, his voice husky with desire as he positioned himself between my legs. “Want to watch your face when you give it all for me.”

He pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust that had me arching off the couch. The new position allowed him even deeper access, his piercing dragging deliciously along my inner walls. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them toward my chest, opening me up completely to his gaze .

“If you could see yourself,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “Spread open for me, taking my cock so beautifully.”

One of his hands released my thigh to wrap around my neglected erection, and I nearly sobbed with relief. His strokes were firm and sure, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, the dual stimulation almost too much to bear.

“Alex,” I pleaded, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine, held back only by the constriction of the cock ring. “Please, I need to cum.”

“Not yet,” he said firmly, his grip on my cock easing just enough to keep me from tipping over the edge. “I want to savor this. Want to feel you desperate and shaking beneath me.”

His thrusts slowed to a maddening pace, each one deliberate and deep.

The metal of his piercing caught against my rim with every withdrawal, sending jolts of electricity through my entire body.

I was trembling now, caught between the exquisite torture of his cock filling me and the ache of my own neglected release.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up my chest to tease my nipples. “Blindfolded and bound, completely mine.”

I tried to speak but could only manage incoherent sounds as he pinched my nipple between his fingers. The sharp sensation combined with the slow drag of his cock inside me was overwhelming. Every nerve ending felt raw, exposed, hypersensitive to his touch.

“I can feel how close you are,” Alex continued, his voice strained with his own need. “Your body’s telling me everything. The way you clench around me, how your cock twitches in my hand.”

He was right. I was balanced on a knife’s edge, every muscle in my body coiled tight with anticipation. The cock ring was doing its job, keeping me hard and desperate, but also preventing the release I craved with every fiber of my being.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice breaking on the word. “I can’t... I need... ”

“What do you need?” he asked, his pace picking up slightly. “Tell me exactly what you need from me.”

“I need you to let me cum,” I panted, arching beneath him as his piercing hit that perfect spot again. “Please, Alex. I’ll do anything.”

His grip on my cock tightened, thumb brushing over the sensitive head. “Anything?”

“Anything,” I confirmed desperately.

“Then tell me you love me,” he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I love you,” I said immediately, the words pouring out of me like a prayer. “God, Alex, I love you so much it scares me. I’m yours, completely yours.”

Something shifted in his breathing, and his thrusts became more urgent, more desperate. “Say it again,” he demanded, his hand working my cock with renewed purpose.

“I love you,” I repeated, my voice cracking with emotion. “You’re everything to me. Please, I need to cum for you.”

His rhythm faltered for a moment, and I heard him curse under his breath. “Fuck, Dustin. You’re going to be the death of me.”

His fingers found the base of my cock, and I felt him work my entire shaft with practiced ease. The moment his fingers wrapped around me, overwhelming sensation flooded through my body. I wasn’t going to last.

“Now,” he growled, his hand stroking me firmly as his thrusts became harder, deeper. “Cum for me now.”

The command, coupled with the sudden release of the cock ring, sent me hurtling over the edge.

My orgasm tore through me with a force that left me breathless, my body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

I cried out his name, the sound raw and primal as my release painted my stomach and chest in hot streaks.

“That’s it,” Alex groaned, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

The aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me, my muscles clenching rhythmically around him. I could feel him growing impossibly harder inside me, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

“Where do you want it?” he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Tell me, beautiful.”

“Inside,” I gasped, still trembling from the intensity of my climax. “Fill me up. I want to feel you.”

His grip on my thighs tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he drove into me with renewed purpose.

I wished I could see his face, watch the pleasure overtake him, but the darkness of the blindfold made me focus entirely on the sensation of him moving within me, the sounds he made as he approached his peak.

“Dustin,” he groaned, my name like a benediction on his lips. “I’m going to?—”

His words cut off in a guttural moan as he buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against mine. I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me, each throb of his cock sending aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitive body.

For long moments, we stayed frozen like that, both panting, his weight a welcome anchor as my body continued to tremble with aftershocks. Slowly, carefully, he reached up and removed the blindfold, letting the dim light of the room filter back in.

I blinked, my eyes adjusting as I looked up at him. His face was flushed, his short hair damp with sweat, his brown eyes dark and soft as they met mine. There was something vulnerable in his expression, a rawness that matched what I felt in my own chest.

“Hi,” he said softly, leaning down to brush his lips against mine.

“Hi yourself,” I replied, my voice hoarse from crying out.

He smiled, that sunshine smile that had captured me from the first day, but there was something different in it now, something deeper, more intimate. “Let me untie you.”

He carefully withdrew from me, both of us hissing at the loss of connection.

With gentle hands, he helped me turn onto my side, his fingers working deftly to undo the rope binding my wrists.

As the last loop fell away, he massaged my arms, easing the blood flow back into my hands.

In one swift he sat on the couch, wrapped me up in his arms, and threw a blanket around us both.

There we stayed, silent and glowing as he twirled his fingers through my hair.

It was in that moment I realized that everything was perfect in my world now. This was the life I’d always wanted, and nothing would ever take it away from me.