Spencer made quick work of my boots and socks, and then my ruined jeans and soaked panties were off. I stood completely bare in the barn, my skin tingling and my senses dulled to everything but Spencer’s touch. He slid his hands up the inside of my leg, all the way up to where I was already embarrassingly soaked. Like he knew that, Spencer leaned over me, bracing one arm on the wall and slipping his finger between my legs briefly. “Your pussy doesn’t seem upset about the jeans.”
I whimpered, shifting restlessly as he brought his right hand around the front of my body, sliding right back into the aching heat. “Oh dear,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “You are positively drenched, cowgirl.”
“Spencer,” I moaned.
His fingers coasted over the outside of my slit, dipping closer to my clit only briefly before massaging the insides of my thighs again. “I’m very disappointed you didn’t choose the riding crop, you know. You have been consistently naughty since the day I met you. I feel like you’ve earned a few cute red marks.”
I gritted my teeth, trying to angle my hips so it brought his fingers closer to my aching clit. “You made me choose one.”
He stalled, his lips against my jaw and his fingers frustratingly close to where I wanted them. I felt his smile against my skin. “You wanted both? Naughty.”
“Just,” I panted, still squirming, “living up to it.”
“Hm, well,” he slipped his fingers closer to my core again, “you punish yourself with pain often enough, Bee.” He nipped my earlobe and finally, finally, he pressed his fingers against my slick clit. Electric satisfaction rocked through me, only to be replaced with such throbbing need, my legs almost gave out. “I think it’s time I punished you with pleasure.”
Chapter twenty-four
Spencer
Arabella smelled like sex and pine and sweat, and I could have honestly devoured her on the spot. But I wanted to take my time with her. The barn was warm, there was no one else on this snowy ranch, and I had Arabella naked and writhing between my arms. Nothing could have been more perfect.
She shifted her hips against my fingers, already trying to find a rhythm and whimpering softly. I indulged her, circling her clit in the way I remembered her liking, and she reacted with a twitch and then a low moan, pressing her pelvis forward and adding to the pressure. I ground my erection against her bare ass, pushing her against my circling fingers and giving her the pressure she wanted, and she gasped, her head falling back against my chest and her breath hitching.
I worked her steadily, watching in awe as her breasts rose and fell hard, her nipples erect and her skin glistening with sweat. Her legs trembled as she climbed closer to her orgasm, her hips rocking in time with the increasing tempo of my fingers over her clit. I kept my weight balanced against the rough wall with myleft forearm, my eyes glued to Arabella’s reactions and my dick straining for release against my pants.
When her moans tripped up an octave, breaking into breathy ecstasy, I stopped. She drew in a panicked breath, her light blue eyes flying open and face twisting to mine. “No,” she groaned.
A slow smile spread across my overheated face. “What did you think punishment with pleasure meant?”
“Oh God,” she exhaled, hanging her head between her upraised arms.
“Keep praying. Maybe He’ll give you an orgasm, but,” I shrugged, straightening and pinching both her nipples lightly, “probably not.”
“Spencer, please,” she begged.
“Too soon for begging, cowgirl. Turn around.” She obeyed, her grip on the leather straps and adjusting them as she brought her back to the wall and her hungry gaze to mine. I cupped her face, kissing her languorously, savoring the taste of her and exploring her warmth with my tongue. She whined into my mouth, shifting restlessly, and I smiled into the kiss. Best. Christmas. Ever.
I trailed kisses to her jaw and then the column of her throat, reveling in the way she sighed and shivered, her skin pebbling with goosebumps and her back arching for my touch. When I slid down her body, her eyes flew open again. I held her questioning, wide-eyed gaze as I lowered to my knees.Yes, Arabella, I said with my eyes as I smoothed my hands down to her legs. I’m going to eat you out until you scream.
She groaned, letting her head fall back against the wall as I lifted one of her slender legs and hooked it over my shoulder. It exposed her perfect pussy, glistening and swollen from my fingers. My mouth actually fucking watered and my dick twitched insistently. I kissed the juncture of her thigh, scraping my beard against the sensitive skin and making her jump, and then I sighed a warm breath against her entrance.
“I can’t,” she panted. “Spencer I’m going crazy.”
“Sounds like payback to me,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the apex of her pleasure and getting an actual thrill from the stifled noise she made in return. Then I licked her, starting at her tight entrance and up to her swollen bud, and she shrieked, twisting forward and silently begging for more.
I was a man possessed. The sweet, tangy taste of her, the breathy sounds of agony and pleasure she made, the way her slim body twisted while I pinned her hips in place—she undid me. I licked at her, slowly at first, focusing on pleasuring her along the sides of her clit, around her entrance, and just out of reach of where she wanted me. And then I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit, and she began to shake all over again, trembling between my hands and moving against my mouth. I sucked her clit, pulling her into my mouth and bringing her right to the precipice, and then I stopped.
She sobbed dryly, begging me to let her come. So, naturally, I did it all over again.
I laved and lavished attention on her needy cunt, dipping my tongue as deep inside of her as I could, and then circling the bundle of nerves above before sucking, nipping, and drawing her back to the brink of an orgasm. When her whole body shook again, her legs giving out and forcing me to hold her up by her ass, her pitch rose sharply. And I stopped.
“Spencer!” she gasped. “Please, for the love of God—”
“Oh, but I’m such a nice guy.” I kissed her thigh, my groin aching so hard, I thought it might be bruised from wanting her. “Turn around again.”
“No,” she moaned, but she immediately complied. “I change my mind. You are not nice.” Her back shone with perspiration, and she danced unsteadily, clearly searching for pressure, for release. I undid the button of my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper and then pulling out my wallet from my back pocket totake out a condom before replacing the wallet again. When I tore the condom wrapper open, Arabella seemed to come out of her daze a little, peeking over her thin shoulder with glazed eyes. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me now.”
“Now you can beg,” I grinned wolfishly. I slid the condom over my aching dick, and my eyes closed in ecstasy for a moment. The pressure from my hand helped, but Jesus, if I didn’t get to bury myself inside of her, I was going to perish on the spot. Edging her was torturing me just as soundly.