Page 50 of Roped in Rawhide
“Not tonight. I’m letting you take the lead.”
His palm scrubs over his pinched features. “Can you give me a general direction so I don’t crash and burn?”
Anticipation dances across my exposed flesh. It causes me to shiver, which pebbles my nipples into stiff peaks. I gasp from the heightened sensitivity as the silky fabric brushes against me. A slight shimmy repeats the motion and a sultry demand drenches my core.
Chance is captivated, unmoving from where he remains at the edge of the gooseneck platform. “Are you going to touch yourself?”
My eyes latch onto his while I rub my legs together. “Is that what you want?”
His gulp is audible. “Yes.”
“Would you like to see all of me?” I fiddle with the string that’s keeping this seductive excuse of an outfit tied at the nape of my neck.
He bobs his head quickly.
A gentle tug releases the bow and the lingerie immediately falls to my waist. Tingles spread across my chest, the cool air fanning the flames inside of me. Chance bites his fist when more of me is uncovered. His heavy breathing is the only sound other than the rustle of lace as I slip off the slinky garment.
And then I’m stripped naked. I part my thighs to reveal that little secret. A strangled noise is wrenched from the man standing eye-level with my bared pussy. It could be awkward to expose myself like this. I’ve never been so brazen. Chance gives me that power. Our history—broken as it might be—bonds us in a comfort I’ve never found elsewhere.
My hands cup the weight of my breasts, thumbing over the sharp points of my nipples. The need for more throbs between my thighs. I slide my right palm down my stomach to reach the demanding ache. Slick heat coats my fingers, making the initial stroke very slippery.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Chance groans. “This is the most erotic form of torture.”
A cunning smile curves my lips. “Do you like what you see?”
“As if I need to answer that.” His droopy eyelids look drunk from the sight of me.
While I play with myself, more wetness gathers to the point of soaking the sheets. It should be embarrassing, but that’s not why I’m blushing. His fascination with my teasing motions feeds the fire until I start to sweat. That encourages me to go faster, chasing the feverish urge to mesmerize him.
My middle finger circles my clit and I cry out. It’s an electric jolt of pleasure. I establish a rhythm, alternating between flicks and rubbing spirals. A muttered curse spews from Chance.
“Want to join me?”
His expression looks pained. “Not gonna last long.”
“C’mere, big boy. It’s time to make our own fireworks.” I crook my drenched fingers. “Let me watch you fall apart.”
He’s climbing onto the elevated sleeping space before I finish talking. His belt and jeans are undone in the next second. From the opening in his boxers, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen juts out. It’s enough to steal my breath and halt my movements.
“Wow,” I breathe.
Chance spits on his palm to lube his thick shaft. The grip he uses looks painful, or maybe that’s just the purple tint darkening the tip. “You make me so hard, baby.”
“I’d say. That’s an impressive dick.”
He pauses in jerking himself off. “How many are you comparing mine to?”
My narrowed gaze scolds his. “Is that really the conversation you want to have right now?”
His grumbled response is nonsensical as he resumes pumping his cock. My fiery lust brews fresh steam and I zero in on my clit again. A rapid throbbing greets my insistent tempo. Our mutual grunts and sighs fill the small room with explosive energy.
We have limited space up in the gooseneck loft, but that makes the challenge more intense. Chance is on his knees next to me while I remain on my back with my knees bent. The steady beat of his motions harmonize with mine. He pistons in and out of his fist while I swivel my finger around in frantic desperation.
I’m a bundle of stimulation ready to detonate.
Watching him pleasure himself is extremely arousing. Tingles begin spreading from my pussy outward. It won’t take much more.
“Are you close?” I can barely get the words out.
