Back In The Saddle

“You want to be tied up, baby girl?” he asked, his eyes darkening at the idea.
I shook my head. “No. I want to do it to you.”
His jaw clenched as he stared at me, looked me over as if memorizing me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He undid his jeans, pushed them and his boxers down over his hips so his dick sprang free. Only his shirt and pants were open, otherwise he still had his clothes on.
It was my turn to ogle him. I’d seen his dick before when we’d fooled around, touched it. Felt it deep inside me that one time. But I’d been young and a virgin then. I hadn’t known how incredible Huck’s dick actually was. Long, thick and hard like it was, the crown flared wide. A little drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. He gripped the base, gave it a rough stroke. Then he raised his hands over his head and gave me a wink.
“I’m all yours, baby girl.”
I took a deep breath. I wanted to straddle him and sink deep onto him. Ride him like a cowgirl. But this wasn’t the plan. This was Huck Manning. The guy who’d taken my virginity, told me he loved me, then dumped me. He’d taken my heart but left me with a part of him. That had died too along with my hopes and dreams of being with him forever.
I’d go through with my plan and that meant going back to the bed and straddling him once again, panties staying on. Leaning forward, I grabbed one of his wrists and wrapped the cuff around, snapped it closed.
I gasped when Huck’s mouth enclosed my nipple. The way I leaned over, I’d offered the lace-covered tip to him. I took a moment to enjoy the feel of the hot suck.
“Huck,” I whispered, pleasure shooting from my nipple right to my clit.
He dropped his head back on the pillow. Grinned.
I took another deep breath. My panties were drenched and my clit pulsed with the need to come.
I quickly hooked the cuffs around a slat in his headboard then affixed his other wrist. He gave a gentle tug to test them and I smiled down at him.
Just how I wanted him.
“Before you take my dick for a ride, straddle my face. I want to eat that pussy before I take it hard.”
Oh. My. God.
I stared at him. Those dark eyes were filled with lust, but honesty too. He wanted exactly what he said.
“I never got a taste before.”
Because he’d dumped me.
It was time to leave him here, unsatisfied and unfucked, but Huck Manning was offering to go down on me. I’d been with two guys since Huck left me, but they hadn’t been all that great. College boys who needed a road map and a compass to find my clit.
The guy beneath me was all man and I had no doubt his confidence was earned.
He wanted to eat my pussy? Hell, I wasn’t going to deny myself this opportunity for a man-induced orgasm, especially since he was restrained and couldn’t do anything else.
Shifting, I stripped off my panties, then gripped the headboard to move over his face.
“Will you be able to breathe?” I asked, looking down at him. I wanted to punish him, not suffocate the guy.
Huck’s gaze flicked from my pussy to my face. “Baby doll, it’ll be the best way to go. Now lower down on my face.”
He didn’t say more because I did as he said and even without his hands, he went to town. Licking, flicking, sucking, kissing.
I rolled my hips, using the gorgeous Huck Manning to get off.
Oh. My. God. He was good. This was good. Too good.
It took about sixty seconds to gasp and cling to the headboard as the best orgasm ever washed over me. I wasn’t sure if it showed his skill as a lover or the fact that I’d been so desperate to come.
My nipples were pebbled, my skin slick with sweat. I shifted back, caught my breath as Huck licked his glistening lips.
“Not done,” he said, his voice deep with arousal. “Grab a condom, climb on my dick and let’s have some fun.”
I blinked. Looked down at Huck. I wanted to have sex with him. Desperately. It would be empty pleasure though. He’d hurt me long ago. The wound had cut deep and as I looked down at him, knew it had never healed. I wasn’t going to do that to myself again.
Revenge was sweet, especially when it came with an orgasm.
I climbed off him, grabbed my panties and slipped them on. “No, thanks.”
He didn’t say anything, only frowned as he watched me pull my dress back on.
“Baby doll, what’re you doing?”
“What I should have done all those years ago.”
I picked up my purse from the floor, pulled out the piece of paper I’d found earlier, walked over and slapped it onto his bare chest.
He looked down at it, then at me. “I kinda can’t see what that is.”
“It’s a letter from a stating that Claire’s not biologically yours,” I explained.
His eyes flared at my words and the cuffs clanged as he tugged against them. Yeah, he knew what I was talking about, but hadn’t expected it here and now. Just like that bit of news had been for me earlier when I’d pulled his lawyer’s things from the totalled car.
“Sarah,” he said, the first time he’d used my name tonight.
“You lied to me. For years,” I said. Anger laced my words. “You let me believe you had a baby with another woman.”
“I can explain.” The handcuffs rattled again as he tried to get himself free.
“No need,” I said, holding up my hand. “Fuck you, Huckleberry Manning.” I glanced at his still-hard dick. “Actually, I don’t want to.”
I turned on my heel and walked out of his room. Out of his life once again as I heard him shout my name. This time, it was on my terms.