He widened his stance and placed his hands on the top of her head. “Might have to crane your neck.”
She nuzzled his groin and kissed down the length of his shaft until her hot breath reached where his sac hung. AJ licked around his left nut before bringing it into her warm mouth.
“Ah. Both of them now. Like that.” When Cord glanced down and saw her face buried in his crotch, her eyes closed in enjoyment, his dick jerked against his belly. “Suck nice and slow. Get ’em really wet. Roll ’em over your tongue…oh hell yeah.” After his balls had drawn up, he stroked her cheek and said, “Enough.”
AJ released them. “I love the way you smell. All musky, manly, salty goodness.”
“You’re gonna love the way I taste too.” He tipped her head up and he circled the weeping tip of his c**k over her lips. “Open wide, ’cause I’m goin’ deep.”
He fed his c**k into her mouth an inch at a time. Jesus. He loved that supremely wet heat and how the soft tissues of her mouth molded to his hardness.
“We’re gonna work past your gag reflex until you feel me in the back of your throat.” Cord placed his hands on her head to guide her. “You’re doin’ fine. That feels so goddamn good. You can take it all.” The cockhead crested her soft palate and her lips were pressed against his abdomen at the root. “Breathe through your nose.”
AJ tried to speak and the vibration of her voice box traveled up his shaft and electrified his balls.
“Do that again.”
A humming noise this time.
“Christ. Now I know why it’s called a hummer. Suck me hard as I’m pullin’ out.”
Her lips stayed tight around him until the head popped free. “Do I—”
“No questions, baby doll. My show.” Cord pushed the length back into her mouth, building a rhythm that brought her bottom teeth into contact with the sweet spot underneath his cockhead on every withdrawal. His legs started to shake with anticipation.
Everything primitive and male inside him roared satisfaction at seeing his dick coated with her saliva and her chin shiny wet.
The silky glide and the way AJ alternately sucked and licked jerked his balls up tight. His thrusts became faster, shorter. He gently held her head between his palms and her baby soft hair spilled through his fingers.
“Oh yeah, flick that wicked tongue, right there. Work just the tip. Make it drippin’ wet. Like that. Open wider.” He pumped four more times. The last one kept his c**k deep. Cord arched as the spasms sent his seed jetting down the back of her throat.
She swallowed with gusto.
White noise detonated in his brain. When not a single twitch of his c**k remained, he eased out of her mouth.
AJ’s big gray eyes were on his as he yanked up his boxers and jeans and refastened his belt.
Cord dropped to his haunches and wiped her chin. “You get any better at that and you’ll send me into a coma.” He kissed her in a long, slow, seductive tangling of tongues, which left them both breathing hard.
“Go upstairs and wait on the bed for me.” He stood and helped her to her feet, watching shamelessly as her br**sts bounced, her ass shook and her shiny blonde hair swayed across the middle of her back when she climbed the stairs buck-assed nekkid.
Chapter Twenty-seven
It was difficult to stretch out on the bed with her wrists tied behind her back, but AJ
managed.
Why wasn’t she seeing red at his high-handed behavior?
Because maybe high-handed means he cares about you.
Right. It meant he cared that she was a sexual plaything willing to flesh out his darkest fantasies.
She could work with that.
AJ closed her eyes and ran her tongue around the inside of her smooth lips. He hadn’t been kidding about showing her his dominant side. Not that she minded. Having him lose control, mindless for the release only she could give him, hearing tough guy Cord McKay whimper. That was powerful, knowing how thoroughly she’d pleased him.
The creak of the door startled her, but she wasn’t in any position to panic.
Cord perched on the edge of the bed close to her. Completely dressed. He smiled.
She smiled back. “Are you still mad at me for last night?”
“A little.”
“What for?”
“Mostly because you were right.” He skimmed his fingertips over her face. “You’re beautiful and vibrant and young and sweet. Everything I’m not. You don’t embarrass me, AJ. Me not wantin’ anyone to know about what we were doin’ wasn’t to protect me; it was to protect you. Some folks think it’s funny, the reputation the McKays have. It’s not.
You saw how Colt’s been behavin’. I’d never let you get caught up in it. You deserve better.”
“Cord—”
He cut off her protest with a kiss. Seemed he always did that. Seemed she always let him. But there were worse ways to elicit a subject change, in her opinion.
“Two questions, baby doll. You ever seen the movie 9½ Weeks?”
She shook her head.
“You scared of water?”
“Like you throwing me in the stock tank with my hands tied like this? Yes.”
“No. I mean like takin’ a shower.”
Cord had showed up so unexpectedly she hadn’t had time to shower. Did she smell bad?
“I know that look. No, you don’t stink. I just wanna play some water games with you.”
She flashed back to the hot tub incident the night he’d meted out her penalties. After blowing him while he’d floated on the surface of the water, he’d f**ked her tits again.
Slower, longer, taking more time to arouse her by playing with her ni**les and letting her suckle just the tip of his cock. Then he’d bent her over the edge, perfectly aligning her clit with a water jet and mounted her from behind like a stallion and f**ked her until she screamed her release.
“AJ,” he warned.
“And if I say no?”
“I’ll say tough shit, we’re doin’ it anyway.”
“Sorta thought you might say that.”
“Roll over. I need to untie your hands.”
He made quick work of the rope. Before she sat up, he trailed his lips down the curve of her right butt cheek, and back up the left. She tried to get up but he pushed his hand in the middle of her back and held her down.
“Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast. For this next lesson, you’re gonna be blindfolded too.”
Something cool slipped over her eyes. “Wait a minute…you said too.”