Page 90 of The Stars in the Sky
He pulled back and then I heard him walk away, rustle the bag, and come back.
My body jerked, the need for release real, palpable.
This sucked.
And it was also sublime.
And then I felt the ropes slacken on my legs and he pulled my legs together, tying my ankles to each other.
Sitting next to me, he gathered me up in his arms when he finished, my legs in his lap, my breathing restored, and said, "Can you sit?"
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna put lube on your beautiful tits. And put the little buddy back in."
I sat on the fur on the hay bale, ankles tied together, and spread my knees so that he could put the vibrator back in me, which he did on a slightly higher speed than before, setting the remote control next to my hip.
I felt the preorgasm blossoming again. Oh, God, I needed it.
"Want the blindfold off?"
I nodded. I liked it, but I wanted to see him.
He reached around me, and took it off, and the first thing I saw was his face right in front of mine, those handsome brown eyes, those cheekbones, those lips, that jaw, that hair, right there.
And he kissed me, licking my tongue, wet meeting wet, the taste of me on him. Then he bit my lower lip gently.
The stronger setting on the vibrator brought me close to a real, fucking hard orgasm yet again.
He stepped back, still in his jeans, still in his boots, K-Y in his hands. "Gonna lube you up," he said, and squirted a little in his fingers. Then he rubbed it between my breasts.
"Will, I want to help you out of your pants, but I can't," I complained.
"Don't need help with that. Just keep your hands in your lap and squeeze your hot as fuck tits together with your arms."
The vibrator kept going. My pelvic muscles shaking. My shoulders danced.
He walked over and put the cowboy hat back on. Then he stood in front of me, unhooked his belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and slid down his jeans. He shucked off his boots and his socks, and took everything off, and walked toward me, kissing me deeply again.
"How you doin' with our little buddy? Okay?"
I nodded.
"Gonna titty fuck you then bend you over."
"Yes," I gasped.
"No anal though. We'll need to work up to that."
"Whatever you say," I gasped, again.
He stood before me, and then leaned over and put his cock between my breasts. I squeezed them together with my arms, unable to touch him, unable to feel him, my hands tied together with the reins still, and he let out a groan.
"Fuck yeah, baby," he growled, as he went faster and faster between my breasts. His cock hit my mouth and I opened it, to lick the tip, to let him in as he rubbed himself against me up and down, the vibrator in me pulsing.
And then, after a few more thrusts, he stepped away, turned me around, still bound, held my hands over my head, bent me over the blanket on the hay, popped out the vibrator, spread my knees, and thrust in.
There was no other way to describe it—he was banging me in the tack room.
