breathed out of her nose.
“All of me, baby, swallow my whole dick.” She did and he held the back of her head, keeping her immobile as his cock pulsed in her mouth. “Don’t move,” he ground out. “Shit, that was close.” He released her head and collapsed against the pillows again as she brought him most of the way out of her mouth and gently sucked on the very tip. Conner was reduced to firing off curse after curse as his control shattered and he came, coating her tongue in his hot, sticky seed.
She pulled off him and licked up and down his shaft, cleaning it before placing a kiss at the very tip. Looking up at him, she saw smoky, sleepy eyes betraying more emotion than he was probably aware of. Besides the obvious pleasure, there was a tenderness she hadn’t expected. Her brow furrowed for a second before she schooled her features. She rose and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. By the time she was done, he was sound asleep.
* * * * *
Brady and Conner had made good time down to Anaheim and were able to check in at the next event with time to spare. They went to check in at their suite at a hotel right next to Disneyland and Conner called Jessica. She’d taken a flight, courtesy of the NBT, who paid for all her travel and lodging expenses, and was staying at a hotel a few miles down the road, closer to the arena.
“Hey, sugar, how was the flight?”
“Bumpy. We got stuck in a prop plane. I hate those.” Conner could practically see her shiver over the phone and smiled. “How was the drive? How’s your body feeling after being cooped in the car for so long?”
“I popped a couple of ibuprofen, which helped, but it’s a little stiff. Probably will be for a while.” He and Jessica rang off, and when he glanced over at Brady, he was smiling like a loon.
“What?”
His friend tilted his head, assessing him. “You really like her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” Conner replied, not meeting his gaze.
“I’ve never seen you chase a woman like this. I’ve never seen you stay with a woman like this. And if last night with Tucker is any indication, you have some pretty deep feelings for this girl. So let me give you some advice. Don’t let some dumb ideas about what’s right and wrong get in the way of makin’ you happy.”
“This BDSM thing throws a big ole monkey wrench into the works. She’s into it, which is great, but it’s not something we can do on the road. Sure, I can dominate her in bed some, but to me, the lifestyle is a lot more than being in bed. If you can believe it, it’s not all about the sex. I don’t want some weak-willed woman who’ll kowtow to me all the time—that’d bore the shit out of me—but I do want someone who I can take care of.”
“What do you mean, ‘take care of’?”
“I mean doing everyday nice stuff like brushing her hair, buying her favorite perfume, making sure she gets enough sleep and eats right. She’s gotta be willing to let me lead.”
“You really do want to take care of a woman,” Brady marveled, his eyes showing his surprise. “I mean like, really take care of one. Wow. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“And for a Dom,” Conner continued, “part of taking care of the woman is punishin’ them when they don’t follow your rules.”
“You mean like spanking and shit?”
“Yep.”
“Holy shit. You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“We’re gonna talk more about this when we have time. Don’t think I’m lettin’ you off the hook.”
Conner snorted. “You’re like a dog with a bone, you know that?”
Conner drew an easier bull than he had the previous night, and though he needed points, he was happy to give his shoulder a break. Brady drew a ranker bull, but since he was still the top-ranked “King of Rodeo” it was expected he’d ride some of the hardest bulls. They prepared their bull ropes as usual and both got through their rides, though Conner’s hurt like a son of a
“All of me, baby, swallow my whole dick.” She did and he held the back of her head, keeping her immobile as his cock pulsed in her mouth. “Don’t move,” he ground out. “Shit, that was close.” He released her head and collapsed against the pillows again as she brought him most of the way out of her mouth and gently sucked on the very tip. Conner was reduced to firing off curse after curse as his control shattered and he came, coating her tongue in his hot, sticky seed.
She pulled off him and licked up and down his shaft, cleaning it before placing a kiss at the very tip. Looking up at him, she saw smoky, sleepy eyes betraying more emotion than he was probably aware of. Besides the obvious pleasure, there was a tenderness she hadn’t expected. Her brow furrowed for a second before she schooled her features. She rose and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. By the time she was done, he was sound asleep.
* * * * *
Brady and Conner had made good time down to Anaheim and were able to check in at the next event with time to spare. They went to check in at their suite at a hotel right next to Disneyland and Conner called Jessica. She’d taken a flight, courtesy of the NBT, who paid for all her travel and lodging expenses, and was staying at a hotel a few miles down the road, closer to the arena.
“Hey, sugar, how was the flight?”
“Bumpy. We got stuck in a prop plane. I hate those.” Conner could practically see her shiver over the phone and smiled. “How was the drive? How’s your body feeling after being cooped in the car for so long?”
“I popped a couple of ibuprofen, which helped, but it’s a little stiff. Probably will be for a while.” He and Jessica rang off, and when he glanced over at Brady, he was smiling like a loon.
“What?”
His friend tilted his head, assessing him. “You really like her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” Conner replied, not meeting his gaze.
“I’ve never seen you chase a woman like this. I’ve never seen you stay with a woman like this. And if last night with Tucker is any indication, you have some pretty deep feelings for this girl. So let me give you some advice. Don’t let some dumb ideas about what’s right and wrong get in the way of makin’ you happy.”
“This BDSM thing throws a big ole monkey wrench into the works. She’s into it, which is great, but it’s not something we can do on the road. Sure, I can dominate her in bed some, but to me, the lifestyle is a lot more than being in bed. If you can believe it, it’s not all about the sex. I don’t want some weak-willed woman who’ll kowtow to me all the time—that’d bore the shit out of me—but I do want someone who I can take care of.”
“What do you mean, ‘take care of’?”
“I mean doing everyday nice stuff like brushing her hair, buying her favorite perfume, making sure she gets enough sleep and eats right. She’s gotta be willing to let me lead.”
“You really do want to take care of a woman,” Brady marveled, his eyes showing his surprise. “I mean like, really take care of one. Wow. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“And for a Dom,” Conner continued, “part of taking care of the woman is punishin’ them when they don’t follow your rules.”
“You mean like spanking and shit?”
“Yep.”
“Holy shit. You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“We’re gonna talk more about this when we have time. Don’t think I’m lettin’ you off the hook.”
Conner snorted. “You’re like a dog with a bone, you know that?”
Conner drew an easier bull than he had the previous night, and though he needed points, he was happy to give his shoulder a break. Brady drew a ranker bull, but since he was still the top-ranked “King of Rodeo” it was expected he’d ride some of the hardest bulls. They prepared their bull ropes as usual and both got through their rides, though Conner’s hurt like a son of a
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