Page 27 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“Either way, I’m gettin’ both, but right now, I’ll let you choose where I get to fill you.”
How very gentlemanly of you,I wanted to say, but instead, I found myself lost in thought, contemplating my options.
I wanted both and at some point tonight, I would experience them. But all I could seem to fixate on was how he’d feel in my mouth. It had been so long since I had pleasured a man, something I once avoided like the plague. Yet now in this moment it seemed to be all I wanted to do.
Then just when I was about to share with him what I wanted, an idea popped into my head. I was in a teasing mood, and seemed to have a kink of riling this cowboy up. Though I was nearly certain he’d be less than thrilled to entertain the idea, I unhooked my arms from around his neck and attempted to stand up.
“I have an idea.” He looked hesitant to let me go, but a spark of curiosity lit expression, causing him to release me. Then stepping back into my pajama bottoms, I shot him one last reassuring glance. “I’ll be right back. Just… stay where you are.”
His eyebrow arched playfully. “Yes, ma’am.”
A rush of nerves and excitement flooded me as I ran off into the kitchen, acutely aware of his stare following my every move. I opened the top cupboard, searching for the tube of frosting I had just used tonight and once I found it, I snatched it and made my way back to Lawson.
Cradling the frosting behind my back, I tiptoed back over to him, a mischievous gleam dancing in my gaze.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What do you have hiding back there, darlin’?”
Instead of answering, I sank down onto my knees, positioning myself so that his lap was perfectly aligned with my line of sight.
“How about you take your cock out and I’ll show you?”
His back straightened as his hungry, hooded gaze roamed over me.
“You scared, cowboy?” I teased on a chuckle.
He narrowed his eyes once again, a jolt of challenge igniting in their depths, before he lowered his hands into his lap. Then with smug confidence lingering in his gaze, he undid his belt buckle and lowered the zipper on his Wrangler jeans.
“Scared? Fuck no.” Reaching his hand down, he pulled out his throbbing cock. His whole hand wrapped around it and I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. “More like intrigued.”
As heat flooded me, I felt the gravity of what we were experiencing settle in.
In all my prior experiences, I had never encountered such an impressive sight. His cock was a masterpiece, veined and girthy, it commanded my full attention. The way the mushroom-like tip glistened with precum, causing my curiosity to pique and my thighs to quake involuntarily.
“You like what you see?” Lawson asked as he glided his thick palm up and down his shaft with deliberate slowness. His eyes never strayed from mine as he searched for a response.
I couldn’t find a single word in my vocabulary. I was beyond mesmerized by this erotic sight causing my mouth to go completely dry.
“Fuck, Diana,” he groaned, his fist tightening around himself as he tugged with intensity, the tension in his neck coiling like a taut wire. “Look at what you do to me. I’ve been like this… all goddamn night because of you and nothing—not even my fuckin’ hand—can ease the fuckin’ ache I have.”
A shiver shot down my back at his words, leaving me with no other choice but to put this poor man out of his misery. His head then had fallen back against the couch, displaying vulnerability and raw need that had my heart pounding like a jackrabbit.
As I rose to my knees with the frosting still concealed behind my back, I edged closer into the gap between his legs.
“Then you better remove your hand, cowboy.” I peered up through my lashes at him, teasing him just a little with a smirk, as if to remind him that cowboys were supposed to be skilled with their hands.
His head lifted from the couch, and with a bull-like breath, he slowly released the grip on his cock.
Fuck.
“Good boy,” I whispered, causing his chest to expand and eyes to go dark.
The sight of him in all his glory was beyond my wildest dreams. His length, hard and slightly curved to the side, beckoned me to explore each ridge and vein that covered him.
“Do you trust me?” I met his eyes over the tip of his shaft as a wicked smile played on my lips.
His throat bobbed in response, not from his nerves, but from a craving he’d had for far too long now.
“Yes.”
