Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) (13 page)

John gripped her hips and squeezed. “How are you doing, Trudy? Still with me? Talk to me. Is your circulation good? Anything too tight?”

Everything was perfect. “I’m fine. Lovely.”

“You are that. I was expecting a critique of my skills from the expert. From what I’ve read, you’re a very picky woman.”

“Only when they’re doing it wrong.” She sighed, closing her eyes. “You’re good.”

Better than good. Fantastic. She’d never been in better, bigger, sexier hands.

His laugh was soft and wicked. “Good. Let me know if you need anything adjusted. And baby? I need you to remember to whisper now, because voices carry out here and the boys are coming.”

Trudy saw the men walking slowly in the shadows, obviously speaking to each other as they moved toward the hitching post. The light was so bright in Glory’s room that Trudy knew she wouldn’t be able to see them unless she pressed her face against the glass. But then, according to John, she already knew the two men were there.

Caroline was right about them being wrapped around Glory’s finger. But that might not have anything to do with her insults.

Trudy studied the men. Both were around the same height. Both tall and lean, though nowhere near John’s intimidating stature. Diego had dark bronze skin, black eyes and a shaved head. He looked dangerous. Attractive and dangerous. Manly did, in fact, look a lot like the Little House on the Prairie character he’d been named for, a handsome country boy with light blond hair, his walk a lope, his smile easy.

They watched the small-breasted but curvy Glory in silent admiration as she dropped her robe to the floor and climbed on the bed toward the device. Trudy heard the distinct sound of two zippers being lowered at the same time.

“Together?” she whispered, fascinated. “They watch her and get off together?”

“Seems so,” John whispered back absently. “Trudy? I’m going to play with you now.”

He came to her side so she could meet his gaze. She nodded.

Yes. Please touch me now. Anywhere.

John cupped her breasts in his big hands, then slid them down to where the rope was knotted and wrapped around the top of her ribcage. He pressed his knuckles into her skin, hard enough to make her smile, to know she belonged to
him
right now. She stretched a bit and the nylon moved where it rested between her thighs, causing a delicious friction.

He groaned as he looked down at her and bent to cover one of her breasts with his mouth.

Trudy gasped when he bit her, hard. Then he pinched the underside of her arm, and the pinch was uncomfortable enough to pull her out of her haze. He was trying to get her attention.

“What?”

He lifted his mouth for a moment. “Watch the show.”

It was forbidden. Intimate. Trudy had done things she shouldn’t have in her time as the town troublemaker. Snuck into pool halls, snuck out of the house. She’d even stolen a six pack of beer from the liquor store, though she’d left the money for it behind while her friends weren’t looking. But this? This was a different kind of wrong.

Glory was already saddled up, grinding and rocking against her special delivery with the control in her hand for changing the speed and direction of the vibrator. Her slender body was shaking with the power of the device. Trudy could hear her starting to shout through the window as she arched her back for her silent watchers and enjoyed the ride.

John brought her back to her body by biting her nipples, first one and then the other, making it hard to hold back her own shouts of pleasure at the sharp sensations. He lifted his hand to the breast he wasn’t licking, pinched her nipple between his fingers, then tugged at it—and a piercing sting caused her to look down with a loud gasp. A small clamp was squeezing the already hardened flesh with a pressure that made her shiver. And he had another waiting in his hand.

“When did you get those?” she murmured.

He looked up at her with those searing blue eyes. “When I knew you were coming home.”

For her. He’d gotten them for her. He placed the second clamp on her damp nipple, and the pinch and added weight sent heat like lightning to her sex. “Oh fuck.”

“Yes, I will.” The low, self-satisfied words made her shake. “But not yet. First I need to taste you.”

John dropped to his knees in front of her, so tall that even with her stretched on her toes his head was level with her hips. He curled his fingers beneath the snug rope and separated it. “You’re so beautiful, baby. My beautiful troublemaker. Keep watching for me.”

She bit her lips so hard she tasted blood at the first flick of his tongue against her clit, at the pressure of the ropes against the lips of her sex. Somehow she managed to keep her eyes open—because John had
told
her to—watching the men who were watching Glory.

Even with their backs to her, it was clear what the men were doing. Their desire for the woman behind the glass rolled off of them in waves of heat. She imagined what Glory must be feeling. Knowing they were there, knowing all she had to do was crook her finger and they’d come inside and give her more than any sex toy ever could. Both of them. Together.

Now that was a fantasy every woman dreamed of.

John slung her legs over his shoulders and thrust his tongue deep inside her, growling. She shuddered, her hands tightening on the cool metal bars, her body’s movements restricted by the rope, not allowing her to do much more. John was
her
fantasy. What he made her feel shut everything else out. No one, nothing else, could exist in the shadow of this much pleasure. His lips. His teeth. His tongue.

Oh, his tongue…

He brought her to the brink, her body beginning to tremble on that keen edge, and then pulled back, gentling his kisses, driving her mad. She wasn’t sure how much more she could stand.

“Fuck!”

The gruff male cry made Trudy look and her eyes widened on the scene at the window. Glory was coming now for what must be the third time with a near glass-shattering cry, the Sybian obviously doing all it advertised, before she turned the machine off and fell back on her mattress.

But Manly was no longer watching the window. He was staring at Trudy and John through the trees. He was the one who’d spoken. He must have because, even as she watched, Diego stopped watching the window as well and turned to face her. Both still grasped their erections in their hands.

“John,” she whispered, panicked. “John they can see us. Stop!”

John lifted his mouth and glanced over his shoulder before looking up at her. “You’ve always wanted this, Trouble. To experience being on display. Always wanted to be caught. To have someone else watching while you gave yourself over. I told you, I know what you want.”

He sank his teeth into her thigh and then leaned over to reach for something by the tree. She heard a click and then the clearing filled with light. He’d turned on one of those large, handheld spotlights. Oh shit. They would see everything now. Every inch of her body. The ropes. “Tonight I’m giving it to you.”

She couldn’t stop looking at them—at the men watching her with wary expressions of desire. God, they
worked
here. She would see them again and know they’d seen her tied up like this, her legs over John’s shoulder, her nipples clamped and her hands cuffed.

Fiery desire blasted through her at the knowledge, incinerating her common sense along with her inhibitions. “Oh my God.” She muttered a prayer in Spanish and John moaned in reaction.

“Only tonight, baby,” His voice was dark and determined. “They only get to see you tonight. To watch me make you come. Make you beg. Say the word and I’ll send them away.”

She couldn’t do it. She sighed shakily, sensing their heated gazes on her breasts and knowing they could see the arousal shimmering on her thighs where they were spread for John’s mouth. Arousal consumed her like a tidal wave of sun-warmed honey and she couldn’t seem to bring herself to say the words that would make it all stop.

“Look at you, Trouble. How could they resist watching you come? You’re so beautiful, baby. Show them what they’re missing. Scream for me now.”

He buried his face between her legs again and used her arousal to drench the finger that reached behind her to fill her ass. Damn it—he knew she loved it, knew it would render her helpless against the sensations flooding her body.

“Yes. Fuck.” Trudy shouted, her hips bucking against his mouth. She could feel her heavy breasts move as her body swayed, the weight of the clamps pulling deliciously on her nipples.

She heard the distant groans of the men watching them.  She should demand they leave. Shouldn’t she? She should tell John to take her home. She’d never done anything so depraved outside of her private, never-to-be shared fantasies.

It drove her wild.

John was moaning hungrily against her sex, his finger pumping and his shoulders lifting and falling with his rapid breaths. He was enjoying it too, she knew. Enjoying his power over her and showing the other men what was his.

“John,” she screamed. “John, I need to…”

Come. She needed to come. Needed him inside her. His permission. She was too far gone to know.

She watched Diego and Manly through the narrow slits of her heavy-lidded eyes as they stroked themselves. She could see Glory had her robe back on, glancing out the window with a wave and a smile before turning off her light. Oh hell, had she been watching too? Did they all know before she did what this night would bring?

Movement had her attention turning back to the men. Diego was facing Manly, saying something too low for her to hear.  When Manly faced him she could see their erections brush against each other. Neither man moved away.

At that exact moment Diego pulled Manly closer and kissed him passionately, his hand snaking between their bodies and gripping the other man’s hard cock. Stroking him.

Oh my. More than friends. And unbelievably hot.

“Oh God,” Trudy whimpered. Between John’s mouth and the unbearably carnal turn the “show” had taken, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could last. Wasn’t sure she could hold back when Manly pumped his hips aggressively into Diego’s hand as he came, before kneeling on the ground and frantically taking the other man’s erection into his mouth.

She knew that emotion. She was as frantic.

The G&J had changed since she’d left home, she thought a little hysterically, moaning louder with her need. John’s nose was pressed hard against her clit and his tongue was stroking her, drinking in every drop of her arousal as if starving. The sounds he was making vibrated against her sex and forced a high-pitched cry from her throat. “John, please let me come!”

He took her thighs off his shoulders and stood, placing her legs high on either side of his waist, her body nearly horizontal as she dangled from the cuffs. He took a step back, stretching her out further, as if enjoying seeing her in this position. His lips were shimmering with her arousal when he spoke through gritted teeth. “Enjoying the show that much? Enjoy being watched? I knew you would, baby. Are you ready for the encore performance?”

“Yes.” If that meant he would take her now, put an end to this torture, then
yes
. “
Please
.”

“Please what?”

“Please, sir. Big Bad. Please fuck me.”

He growled again. “Right here? Tied up in the woods? Right now with them not thirty feet away? Watching us?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her throat raw with suppressed screams. “Right now. I don’t care who sees.” From what she could see around John’s wide form, they were too lost in each other to notice anything else. Did Glory know what they were going to do? Was it her turn to watch from the dark? Trudy didn’t care anymore. They could all be standing in the clearing with cameras and she still wouldn’t care. She needed John now. “I don’t care. We can—
Oh!
”

He’d made sure her legs were clinging to him before he lifted one hand and spanked her ass. “That’s what I was waiting for,” he muttered. “Just let me…”

His arm squeezed her leg as he undid his pants and reached into his pocket to pull out a condom, his movements rushed. The instant it was on she could feel the head of his cock against her sex, slipping between the ropes with a groan before he was finally inside her.

Yes. So big. Her body was still sensitive from the last time he’d taken her, but that only made it better. Heightened every sensation. So did her position. Bound. Cuffed. Hanging helpless in the air while the ropes put a sweet pressure on her pelvis, squeezing the lips of her sex around John’s thick shaft. 

“Don’t come yet, Trudy. Wait for me, baby.”

He was guiding her every move, holding her still as he pumped his hips against her, their harsh, moaning breaths and the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the trees.

She could see the stars through the branches. Make out John’s handsome face as he arched his neck and bared his teeth, desire and restraint etched into every feature. He was perfect. This was perfect. Better than any of her fantasies. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.” His whisper sounded like a vow. “I’ll never—I can’t…fuck, baby, you’re tight. The rope is squeezing me almost as tightly as your pussy. All wrapped up for me.
Mine
. My Trudy. How can I tease you, play with you properly, when all I can think about is getting inside you?”

His hips powered harder against her, the chains of the cuffs jangling as her body was rocked again and again by the deep thrusts. She wanted to shout his name. Wanted to tell him how his thick, hard cock felt inside her. Wanted to tell him she could take more. Take it all. Harder. Deeper. Everything. “Yes,” was the only word she could form. Over and over again. “Yes. Yes.
Fuck
, yes.
Oh, yes
.”

That was enough for him to understand. “There’s my Trouble,” he murmured through his teeth. “You drive me crazy, you know that right?” His tempo increased and he spoke with every thrust. “You. Fucking. Love. To drive me. Crazy.”

“
Yes
.”

“Trussed up like that, and your breasts—I want to lay you down and fuck those breasts. Would you let me, baby?”