Cowboy Heat Page 8
“Faith Myers?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry. Come on in. Call me Faith, please.”
The Cody clone folded up the piece of paper he’d been reading and shoved it into the front pocket of his jeans. I stuck my hand in his waistband and pulled him through the door.
“I—”
I placed my fingers over his lips. “I know who you are.” My insides hummed with anticipation. Dampness seeped between my thighs. Now that I’d seen my birthday present, my fingers itched to unwrap it.
He grinned, which didn’t exactly match the smile I’d seen Cody use onstage, but again, close enough to shoot my libido through the ceiling. “Great. Then you know why I’m here.”
“I do, and I’ll admit I was a little hesitant about the whole idea but…” I shrugged. “Once I got used to the idea, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you all day.”
His mouth quirked at the corner. “Well, I’m always happy to meet a fan. I believe I’m supposed to tell you happy birthday and give you a birthday kiss.”
I almost laughed. Oh yeah, I’d take that kiss. It just wouldn’t be on my face. “Would you like a glass of champagne, Cody?” I almost choked on the name. For a minute, I wondered what his real name was. Of course, it didn’t matter.
“Been a long time since I’ve had champagne. Most of the time it’s beer or whiskey,” he said, keeping up the cowboy country singer persona. I appreciated his efforts.
“So, how do we go about this?” I asked, handing him a flute of Krug.
“This?” He took the glass, a ripple of confusion rolling across his face.
“Just stand there a second,” I said. “I want to get a good look before you get naked.”
He choked on the champagne he’d just sipped. “Naked?”
I walked around him, taking a couple of extra seconds to admire his ass in those tight jeans.
“Well, it is my birthday, so I think I should get to see you naked,” I said as I completed my visual tour of my present. “Don’t you? Or am I moving too fast? I’ve never been with a male, er, professional escort before.” I gulped down my champagne. “I mean, you look like Cody Jarrod…a lot. You don’t have his voice or speech pattern down pat, but I’ll give your agency credit. They did an awesome job finding you for me.”
“Finding me?” His brow furled. “Professional what?”
“I’m sorry. I know you’re the professional escort, but I’d rather be upfront.” I drank my champagne for courage. “I’ve had a little, um, dry spell, sexually. My friends hired you, hoping you can put an end to that.”
Cody’s Adam’s apple moved up and down as he drained his champagne flute. “Well, this isn’t what I expected,” he murmured.
I smiled. “Like I said, I’m not really sure how to proceed. Is this right?” I jerked his shirttail from his jeans and pulled the ends apart until the snaps began to pop open.
Cody’s eyes widened.
I loved that he was playing along with my little game. As I reached for the hat he still held, it dawned on me what was going on, why he was letting me make the advances. Obviously, he’d been warned I might be a little shy and uncomfortable at first, seeing as this was my first time with a paid escort. He was letting me set the pace.
I pulled the Stetson from his hand and leaned over the sofa to set it crown-side down. Looking over my shoulder, I bit my lip as I noticed his gaze taking in my ass.
His nostrils flared as he drew in a breath. “Look, Faith, I…”
I stood and turned. Dipping my head, I ran my tongue from his jean’s waistband, stopping to circle his navel. When my tongue’s tip filled that cavity, his stomach sucked in with a gasp. His fingers threaded through my hair. My breasts pressed into his groin. His zipper bulged with his hard cock.
I congratulated myself. I must have done something right if I was able to get a professional aroused so quickly.
Continuing the slide of my tongue, I circled his nipples, now matching his dick in rigidity. I licked the hollow at the base of his throat before starting my trip back down. When I reached the waistband of his jeans, I pressed my nose against his flesh and let his spicy scent fill my senses. Moving my mouth down, I caught his jeans-covered cock between my teeth. The fingers in my hair tightened, pulling me closer.
I stood and pushed the white fabric shirt off his shoulders. His skin was tanned and smooth, and his muscles firm and hard. They tensed and jumped under my hands as I stroked. The nerve endings in my fingers tingled.
I craved the taste of him again. I drew his nipple into my mouth, caressed the small rigid nub between my teeth with a light bite, then ran my tongue around his flat, brown disk.
“Wait, Faith. I’m not who you think I am.”
I looked into his eyes. The beautiful emerald-green irises were now dark and glowing with desire. “Oh, hell yeah. I know who and what you are,” I said with a grin. “A lady should always get what she wants for her birthday. And I want to fuck Cody Jarrod for my birthday. You wouldn’t deny me my gift, would you?”
God, this game was fun. I loved how he played his role to perfection.
He shrugged and yanked my blouse over my head before tossing it across the room to a chair. “I can certainly see your point.”
His large hands seized my breasts, the heat from his palms radiating through my pink lace bra as he fondled, pulling and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I dropped my head back and groaned.
My nipples hardened, aching with need. He continued to torture me by rubbing his palms back and forth across the lace, drawing my nipples painfully erect with desire, my breasts hungry for his mouth.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he leaned me backward, arching my back and thrusting my breasts up. I sizzled as his scorching mouth suckled me through the lace while pinching the other nipple between firm fingers.
“Touch me,” I demanded. “Suck me. I have to feel your mouth on my flesh.”
The front clasp on my bra snapped open. My overheated flesh met the cool room air for only a second before he ran his tongue around the nipple.
“Magnificent,” he said on a sigh and sucked my breast deep into his sultry mouth.
My pussy twitched and throbbed, demanding its share of attention.
I cupped his erection through the crotch of his jeans. His rigid length filled my hand. I wanted to touch him, feel that cock in my mouth.
I unfastened his belt, pulling the leather slowly through the denim loops. When I reached the end, I coiled the strip of leather on the floor by his feet.
“Since today is your day, why don’t I give you that birthday kiss I promised?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the dining table. He unhooked my skirt, letting it slide to the floor, exposing my black thong.
He groaned and covered my ass with rough hands and squeezed. “Oh, baby. Nice.”
He hoisted me onto the table. The slick mahogany chilled my bottom, but did nothing to control the furnace raging inside me. Cody dropped to his knees, wedged his shoulders between my thighs, and drew in a deep breath. A warm gust heated the crotch of my panties, already soaked with my juices. I leaned back on my elbows, thrilling in the sight of chestnut curls between my pale thighs.
His nose pressed against my crotch, pressing the soaked silk into my slit. Cool air filtered between my folds as he sniffed. “You smell wonderful. I bet you taste even better. Lift your hips,” he growled, just before jerking my thong over them and down my legs.
I knew he had to see the secretions dripping from my cunt toward my ass, secretions that begged to be tasted. He stood, pushed my legs farther apart, fully exposing my lips and pussy for his perusal. My toes curled as I pressed my ass firmly against the table to restrain myself from pushing into his face and demanding he drink.
“Damn you’re wet,” he said with a self-satisfied smile. “I know what would go perfect with all your cream. More cream.” He reached for the bowl of whipped cream, dipped his fingers and smeared the cold, smooth substance over my pussy.
“I’m sure you’ll be the best birthday cake I’ve ever eaten. Now, don’t move while I give you that kiss I promised.”
He pushed me flat on the table, and for the first time I noticed the mirrored ring surrounding the chandelier. I watched as he started at my breasts, licking, sucking and nibbling. Each rasp of tongue on my flesh sent electrical shock waves through my veins. Each nibble was met with an arching of my back. He was torturing me with his mouth. He knew it and I knew it, but my lord, what sweet torture it was.
He reached my navel and his tongue delved in, swirling around and around until I cried out. “I can’t stand any more. I need you to eat me. Now.”
He tsked with a grin. “I think I saw you move. Naughty girl. I’ll have to fix that.”
He walked away, leaving my legs spread wide open, whipped cream and cake coating my pussy. I started to sit up, but I didn’t. This man was a pro, not a date. This was his job. He knew what he was doing. He knew what I needed even if I didn’t.
A minute later, he was back. He pulled my left ankle to the side. Cool silk stroked my ankle as he tied my robe tie snuggly. My left thigh muscle stretched as he secured the tie to a table leg. Then cool leather wrapped around my right ankle seconds before as he secured it to another table leg. He stood back and inspected his work. I was pulled tight, spread as far as my legs could go. Next, he tied my hands together with my thong and secured my arms to the chair at my head with my bra. I tugged at my restraints but nothing moved.
My pussy throbbed with excitement. Creamy fluid flooded from me as I realized the situation. I was naked, tied to a table, covered in cake and cream, and my cowboy fantasy was standing there taking it all in. I pulled against the ties, rubbing my ass against the slick wood.
He dropped to his knees again. His shoulders jammed between my thighs. He pressed his mouth over my slit and sucked my sex into his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned, trying to shove more of me into his mouth. “More. More.”
His tongue darted out, licking the cake and cream from my slit. My hips wiggled. My bones liquefied as his tongue flicked and licked, cleaning every crevice.
I rolled my head on the table, overcome with the flood of feelings surging through my system. Pressure was building inside, my orgasm coming on like a freight train. “Cody. Stop. I can’t take any more.”
He ignored me, thrusting his tongue inside my pussy and sucking my lips into his mouth. His fingers traced around my sensitive nub, not touching it, just hinting what it might feel like if he did.
“Suck my clit. Damn it. Suck my clit,” I gasped. “I need to come.”
“Not yet. Hold it,” he growled and circled my clit with his mouth. He bit down, and I cried out. He soothed the biting pain with his tongue, lapping around and over my nub.
My hips arched off the table and my restraints pulled tight, holding me spread wide for him. He pushed a finger inside me, then added a second, thrusting them in and out in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
Then a finger found my anus, a totally virgin area. He pressed a thick finger against that hole.
I froze, not sure what to do. Slowly he pushed his finger in. My ass burned from the intrusion. He bit my clit again. When I arched in response, he pushed his finger up to the knuckle.
“Damn. Damn,” I chanted.
The finger in my ass began to rotate, stretching tissue that’d never felt such a touch.
“Damn. Fuck me,” I demanded.
He gave a low, throaty laugh. “I’m not ready to fuck you, but I’ll give you something to cool you off.”
Something icy cold touched my abdomen for a second before cold champagne trickled over my pelvis and down between my folds. Cody’s mouth was positioned to catch the champagne, now infused with my creamy fluid.
“That help?” he asked with a smirk.
Help? Hell, it raised my temperature and shot volts of adrenaline racing through my bloodstream.
“We’re almost out of champagne. I wonder what the bellhop would say if he delivered more and found you stretched out like this? Would you like that? Would you like for other men to see you like this? They can, you know.” He nodded toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I’d forgotten about those.
“Anyone can see in here. See you spread and pulled tight. Is that what you want?”
I shivered from excitement and arousal. I licked my lips and croaked out, “Cody.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Of course, since I’m so famous, I’ve made sure to keep my face turned away from any prying eyes.” He chuckled as he picked up the telephone on the bar and punched some buttons. “Yes, we need another bottle of Krug. No, make that two more bottles. Yes, I need them delivered immediately,” he said, staring me in the eyes, daring me to object. “Thank you.” He hung up. “Room service is on the way.”
He drank the last of the Krug and twirled the neck of the bottle in the ice water. “But I think we can still have some fun with this empty.” He traced my slit with the icy neck of the bottle a couple of times.
I hissed and moaned. “Fuck.”
He twirled the bottle in the ice water again. I expected him to rub me again, but instead, he slid the frigid glass dildo inside me. My pussy throbbed against the intrusion. The bottle was so cold, and I was so hot. My cream coated the makeshift dildo as Cody fucked me. I rocked my hips in time to the rhythm he set, letting my climax come closer. As I neared the peak, the doorbell rang.
Cody pulled the bottle from me and grinned. “More champagne for the birthday girl. Do you want me to let the server through the door? He could lick you, too. We both could take you at once. Would you like that? One in your cunt and one up your ass? Or I could watch as he fucked you raw.”
I shook my head. “No. Just you. Just you, anywhere you want.”
He gave me that satisfied smirk again, letting me know he was enjoying my torment, and went to the door. He didn’t let the server in. I don’t know if the guy could see into the room or if my pussy reflected off the windows, but just the thought sent a torrent of liquid from me.
Cody came back and shoved both bottles into the ice. “I decided not to share. But I think you’ve waited long enough, birthday girl.” He stood between my legs and pushed three fingers into my cunt. He pumped them at a rapid pace while squeezing and rolling my clit between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. Each pinch of my nub, each plunge of his fingers inside me sent rivulets of electricity, pushing me higher and higher. I came in a burst of dizzying tension, jerking against my restraints, letting the ripples of pleasure race up and down my spine.
When the final wave of pleasure passed, I shuddered in completion and lay there enjoying the aftershocks and tingles.
Cody untied me, wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled me to a sitting position.
“That was nice,” I purred.
“Nice? Hell, we’re just getting started.”
I quivered in anticipation. “Then I think you need to get dressed for our party,” I said, shoving my hand between our bodies, stroking his hard dick through his jeans.
He lowered my legs, took one step back and unzipped his pants. My breathing grew more rapid as I waited. My mouth salivated. I know some women give blow jobs because the guy likes it. I give blow jobs because I love it—the intoxicating aroma of male musk, the salty taste of flesh, the tang of his precome, the rasp of coarse pubic hair on my tongue. I quivered just thinking about it and more liquid cream trickled onto the table.
He pushed the denim and his briefs to the floor in one motion. My gaze took in his long, hard dick rising from the thatch of curly brown hair, and I swallowed. His cock was huge and meaty, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. I wiggled off the table and stood.
“Wai
t a minute,” he said, toeing off his boots. He tossed his clothes into a chair.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the sofa. I shoved him down and dropped to my knees between his legs. His thick shaft bobbed toward my mouth as though taunting me, exciting me to the point of starvation. I do love a playful dick.
“Since you’re so famous and all,” I said before I ran my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit, sucking his precome onto my lips. “Your back is to the window. Your identity is secure.” I licked along the thick penile vein until I reached the spongy head again. The milky fluid was exquisite, bursting with that pungent, salty zest I craved. I heard Cody moan, but I didn’t take the time to look up. Instead, my lips circled the head of his penis, and I sucked, pulling just the smooth silky head into my mouth. I love that little ridge just below the head before I get to the shaft, but doesn’t everybody? I nibbled around the rim, savoring the feel of his taut skin between my teeth and the gasps I heard.
His fingers made tracks through my hair; they tightened, pulling my hair to keep my face close to his groin. The pain in my scalp only served to heighten my excitement.
Opening wider, I slid him into my mouth, my jaws stretching to accommodate his massive girth. When he hit the back of my throat, I pulled my head back, applying forceful suction and dragging my teeth along the shaft.
“Damn,” he said, hissing breath between his clenched teeth and spreading his knees farther apart. “Deeper,” he ordered. “Pretend I’m that famous singer you keep talking about. How would you do him?”
“Scoot down,” I said.
And he did, giving me better access to his balls. Now, as much as I love a thick, meaty cock in my mouth, the sensation of rolling a man’s balls between my lips makes me wet.
I slid my finger in my mouth and then under his sac, watching his balls move to separate sides. I leaned over and traced the same path with my tongue. The skin there was soft and slippery. The sparse, coarse hair tickled my face. Sucking one ball between my lips, I rolled the other around and around in my hand, delighting in his weight and texture. My tongue lapped at the ball in my mouth.