Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

DIANA

C oming down from the most intense, mind-altering orgasm that I had ever experienced, I was taken aback by the overwhelming amount of emotions that were flowing through me. From feeling a serene sense of completeness to intense desire, it was a mixture I wasn’t accustomed to. And being the way I am, I was searching for every reason why I shouldn’t want this.

But despite how hard I tried, I couldn’t find one solid explanation that would carry any weight.

It felt so freeing, taking what I wanted and not giving a damn about whether it was right or wrong. Nothing about this felt wrong.

Nothing about us felt wrong.

If anything, everything about this, about us, felt extremely right.

Still reeling from the aftereffects of my orgasm, I couldn't help but find comfort in Lawson’s expression. Yes, he looked immensely turned on and at any given moment he might pounce, but beyond that, he watched me as if I was the most precious thing in the world.

As if he couldn’t believe his eyes that I had just let down my guard with him.

He looked honored.

Fucking privileged, and I swear I felt my heart triple in size.

“You okay?” Lawson asked, his eyes searching mine for any trace of uncertainty and regret that I might be experiencing.

A bubbly laugh fell from my mouth. “Yes, I’m more than okay.”

As I felt his cock lurch from beneath me, I couldn’t help but wear a playful smile.

“The real question is, are you okay?”

I could only imagine how torturous it was for him to watch me reach my peak while he remained achingly neglected.

My poor cowboy.

“Does it feel like I’m okay?” With an upward thrust, he showed me just how painfully hard he was. “I just watched you fuck my belt like it was your goddamn job, woman. Of course I’m not okay. I’m turned the fuck on and have been since the moment I met you.”

I couldn’t help but smile from the effect I had on him.

“And you really expect me to just ‘help’ you with your little problem?”

His jaw went taught while desire ignited in his gaze.

“I don’t expect you to do anything, darlin’,” he gritted. “But what I will do, is beg you like a goddamn pussy for you to either let me fuck your throat or let me inside that soakin’ wet cunt of yours.”

My mouth dropped at his blunt words and the rugged tone he used.

“Either way, I’m gettin’ both, but right now, I’ll let you choose where I get to fill you.”

How very gentlemanly of you, I wanted to say, but instead, I found myself lost in thought, contemplating my options.

I wanted both and at some point tonight, I would experience them. But all I could seem to fixate on was how he’d feel in my mouth. It had been so long since I had pleasured a man, something I once avoided like the plague. Yet now in this moment it seemed to be all I wanted to do.

Then just when I was about to share with him what I wanted, an idea popped into my head. I was in a teasing mood, and seemed to have a kink of riling this cowboy up. Though I was nearly certain he’d be less than thrilled to entertain the idea, I unhooked my arms from around his neck and attempted to stand up.

“I have an idea.” He looked hesitant to let me go, but a spark of curiosity lit expression, causing him to release me. Then stepping back into my pajama bottoms, I shot him one last reassuring glance. “I’ll be right back. Just… stay where you are.”

His eyebrow arched playfully. “Yes, ma’am.”

A rush of nerves and excitement flooded me as I ran off into the kitchen, acutely aware of his stare following my every move. I opened the top cupboard, searching for the tube of frosting I had just used tonight and once I found it, I snatched it and made my way back to Lawson.

Cradling the frosting behind my back, I tiptoed back over to him, a mischievous gleam dancing in my gaze.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What do you have hiding back there, darlin’?”

Instead of answering, I sank down onto my knees, positioning myself so that his lap was perfectly aligned with my line of sight.

“How about you take your cock out and I’ll show you?”

His back straightened as his hungry, hooded gaze roamed over me.

“You scared, cowboy?” I teased on a chuckle.

He narrowed his eyes once again, a jolt of challenge igniting in their depths, before he lowered his hands into his lap. Then with smug confidence lingering in his gaze, he undid his belt buckle and lowered the zipper on his Wrangler jeans.

“Scared? Fuck no.” Reaching his hand down, he pulled out his throbbing cock. His whole hand wrapped around it and I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. “More like intrigued.”

As heat flooded me, I felt the gravity of what we were experiencing settle in.

In all my prior experiences, I had never encountered such an impressive sight. His cock was a masterpiece, veined and girthy, it commanded my full attention. The way the mushroom-like tip glistened with precum, causing my curiosity to pique and my thighs to quake involuntarily.

“You like what you see?” Lawson asked as he glided his thick palm up and down his shaft with deliberate slowness. His eyes never strayed from mine as he searched for a response.

I couldn’t find a single word in my vocabulary. I was beyond mesmerized by this erotic sight causing my mouth to go completely dry.

“Fuck, Diana,” he groaned, his fist tightening around himself as he tugged with intensity, the tension in his neck coiling like a taut wire. “Look at what you do to me. I’ve been like this… all goddamn night because of you and nothing—not even my fuckin’ hand—can ease the fuckin’ ache I have.”

A shiver shot down my back at his words, leaving me with no other choice but to put this poor man out of his misery. His head then had fallen back against the couch, displaying vulnerability and raw need that had my heart pounding like a jackrabbit.

As I rose to my knees with the frosting still concealed behind my back, I edged closer into the gap between his legs.

“Then you better remove your hand, cowboy.” I peered up through my lashes at him, teasing him just a little with a smirk, as if to remind him that cowboys were supposed to be skilled with their hands.

His head lifted from the couch, and with a bull-like breath, he slowly released the grip on his cock.

Fuck.

“Good boy,” I whispered, causing his chest to expand and eyes to go dark.

The sight of him in all his glory was beyond my wildest dreams. His length, hard and slightly curved to the side, beckoned me to explore each ridge and vein that covered him.

“Do you trust me?” I met his eyes over the tip of his shaft as a wicked smile played on my lips.

His throat bobbed in response, not from his nerves, but from a craving he’d had for far too long now.

“Yes.”

“Good, now lie back and enjoy this.” I revealed the piping bag of frosting from behind my back and lifted it beside his cock. “I’ve been craving something tasty and I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.” I nodded toward the frosting. “Something sweet.” Lowering my head, I teased his tip with my tongue, savoring the wonderfully salty essence that bubbled at the top. “And salty.”

His neck shot back as a low, primal growl filled the air around us.

“Fuck!” he growled through clenched teeth while his hands tightened into fists at his sides. “Fuckin’ Christ, woman! You can’t…” He let out a deep breath. “You can’t just tease me like that.”

Hovering just above him, I was still reeling from the taste of him.

I wanted more.

“Oh, you poor thing.” I pouted playfully while nuzzling his cock against my cheek. “So desperate for my mouth, aren’t you?”

He groaned in response, frustration simmering beneath his solid exterior.

“Fuck off, Diana. I’m not in the mood for your games.” With a firm grip, he tangled his hand through my hair and yanked me close until our eyes locked together. “I may have said I was a gentleman earlier, but I swear to fuck, I’m this close to losin’ my patience. You want somethin’ tasty? You want both sweet and salty? Then you better put that frosting on my cock like you did those cookies up on the counter and lick me clean until I fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.”

My breathing had come to a sudden halt. If he were anyone else, I would have smacked him clear across the face. But there was something about this cowboy… The need to have him fulfill my fantasies all the while filling a role in my life that I never thought anyone would be man enough to attain.

He certainly seemed to be the perfect prospect.

And when I should have felt disgusted by his words, I didn’t. Instead, his depraved declarations had sent a warmth throughout me, lighting a fire throughout the empty parts of me that had gone untouched for so many years now.

Then slowly I lifted the frosting in the direction of his twitching cock. I nearly let him keep the dominant hand he had on me, but deciding against it, I arched an eyebrow in a silent plea, urging him to release the strong grip he had on my hair. His chest heaved up and down wildly as he appeared to consider his options. With his nostrils flared, he looked less than willing to do so, but eventually on an expulsion of a deep breath, he released me.

Deeply satisfied, I took the opportunity to nestle in close, reveling in the warmth that was radiating from him. “Hmm… Where to start?” I pondered, taking the metallic tip of the piping bag and brushing it along the base of him. “Here?” I peered up, catching the tortured expression etched beautifully on his face. Then gradually trailing it up the length of his hardness, I paused halfway. “Maybe here?”

A low growl fell from his mouth, an evident warning.

The corner of my mouth tilted, but I knew his patience was wearing thin. So squeezing the bag, I drew a smooth line of Christmas red frosting across his veiny flesh, creating an enticing path of the beginnings of a snowflake.

“Holy fuck…” he gritted out while his body went completely solid beneath me.

I couldn’t help but smirk from his reaction as I continued to craft small little snowflakes all around him. But with each tender stroke, an irritated hiss escaped Lawson’s mouth. It was the perfect blend of frustration and arousal mixed together that I nearly dropped the piping bag and sucked him right into my mouth.

Everything about this moment was magical.

Once I completed my creation, I leaned back to admire my handiwork as a satisfied grin lifted across my face. “Definitely going to need a picture of this masterpiece.”

His throat was bared to me, but as I spoke, he slowly lowered his head until I met his glazed-over stare. He looked lost in delirium. As if right on the precipice of combusting, but not quite there yet.

“I don’t give a fuck what you do,” he groaned, his eyes dipping down low, taking in his decorated shaft. “Send it as a holiday card, for all I care—to all the idiots who ruined their chance with you, and let them know you found someone who’s more of a man than they will ever be.”

Though his suggestion was supposed to be taken as a joke—at least, I think it was—I was still reeling from the idea of my exes getting a hard look at the kind of man I was intertwined with now.

How enraged and humiliated they would be at the fact his cock was nothing short of pure perfection. Something none of my previous lovers had.

“I was thinking it would be more as a keepsake for me.” I quickly shot up before he could question me and went to find my phone. Once I grabbed it off the kitchen counter, I found myself back into space between his thighs, but with my phone pointed in his direction. “Is this okay, cowboy?”

Throat bobbing, he removed the hat from his head, revealing a messy head of tawny hair that desperately needed a comb through. “Yeah, take as many as you need, darlin’.”

With my camera app now open, I begin to take a few snapshots. Making sure I got the perfect angles, I swiveled myself around his lap, capturing photos of every square inch of his Christmasy-adorned cock. Each picture was more perfect than the last and I couldn’t stop my mouth from watering from the hunger that I had for him.

I was dying to lick him clean and start all over again.

“Got what you need yet?” he asked through clenched teeth, his voice teetering on the edge of losing control.

With my eyes peering down at the last photo I had taken of him, I grinned in contentment before lowering my phone onto the couch beside him.

“Mostly.” I shifted my knees closer into his heat and brought my mouth down until I was a mere breath away from one of the snowflakes I had drawn. “You’ve been so good, Lawson,” I flicked my tongue out, catching a sliver of delicious frosting. I spread the sweetness throughout my mouth before swallowing. “So patient for me.”

“Oh fuck, Diana. Do it again.” He grunted as his corded neck was now vertically aligned with the ceiling. His chest puffed out, working overtime, as his hands found themselves wrapped tightly into the material of my soft couch.

He must have felt so mistreated as I gave him another short, firm lick. Letting out a low grunt of frustration, in one swift movement he captured the hair at the nape of my neck and twisted it around his hand.

The sting from his extreme hold caused me to release a yelp. Then with the final shred of patience he had left, he tilted my head back until my freshly blurred eyes captured his.

Fuck, he looked like a man ready for war. Muscles bunched up tight and an expression so deadly, he could scare off any capable male.

It was beyond my wildest dreams that I’d ever be in this situation, and yet here I was.

“You’ve had your fuckin’ fun, Diana. Quit playin’ with your food and lick my cock like you fuckin’ mean it.” He yanked me over him until I was hovering above his aching tip. “Give it to me good, baby. I deserve it after the torture you’ve just put me through tonight.”

Then before I knew it, I was being forced down onto his frosting-covered cock. Lips widening to accommodate his impressive length and girth, I took him as far as my throat would let me. And in doing so, all the frosting I had worked so hard on had slid down to his base where it pooled at his pelvis.

“Fuck!” Lawson shouted, his voice colored in rapture while his hips surged frantically.

It was the exact reaction I was hoping for. My needy cowboy voicing his desire while I sucked him down greedily. And as if I hadn’t already gone through all the stages of an orgasm, my pussy began to pulsate again.

Searching out for him.

Searching out for any sort of friction I could find.

“You tryin’ to suck me dry, darlin’?” he grunted through clenched teeth while his cock twitched in my mouth.

Hell yeah I am.

I was on a mission. One that involved my throat being sprayed down with his release as he roared out my name. It seemed like the only clear thing in my head at the moment while everything else was clouded.

“Because it’s fuckin’ workin’, and although I feel goddamn murderous at the thought of another man having felt this silky mouth of yours, I’m going to make sure this is the last and only cock you take from now on.”

I forgot how to breathe as I took in the gravity of his words. Lying beneath his filthy words were hidden promises of the future. That he wanted more and he’d make sure he’d have it too.

In response, a garbled whine fell from the open gaps of my mouth. Everything sounded so wet and so sloppy as my mouth worked him with fervor, and that only seemed to spur him on.

“Oh, fuck yeah, keep doin’ that, baby. Suck me in deep.” He tangled his other hand into my hair, forming the perfect grip before tilting my head back to capture my tear-filled gaze. “You look so damn pretty with my dick shoved between those perfect lips.”

Dropping my mouth down to the base of him, I slowly inched my way back up with my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft, all the while my eyes remained heavily focused on his. It was a movement meant to entice.

To bring forth the beast within him that was desperate to unleash his frustrations.

“Jesus Christ, you’re goddamn mine, woman. All fuckin’ mine.” He punctuated his statement with three firm plunges. “Never lettin’ you put up lights on your house alone again.” Thrust . “Never lettin’ you drive more than two inches in the snow without me.” Thrust. “Never lettin’ you go a day without havin’ my cock to fill you up.”

My eyes began to roll as I let him wreck my entire mouth and windpipe. With tears pooling in my eyes, and a mess of saliva mixed in with red frosting coating the whole length of him, I begin to prepare myself.

I knew he was close.

He had to be from the newfound rhythm of his thrusting and franticness in his motions.

“Tell me I can have this whenever I want it. Tell me this mouth is all mine,” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

I was too engrossed with what I was doing that I neglected to answer him. Mouth slurping, my palms now resting onto his knees, I became all too eager to bring him to climax. He tugged my hair in warning.

“Fuck, Diana! Fuck…” A hint of panic flashed across his face as he pounded with vigor. “Don’t stop slurping my dick, I’m about to fill that mouth with my cum.”

I took his words to heart and with the remaining amount of strength I had left, I shifted my mouth into overdrive, giving him everything I could physically handle.

Ass lifting off my couch, he powered into me on a low, desperate growl that filled the room.

“Oh fuck, here it comes.”

On one final solid plunge, his body ascended into stillness. Thighs tensing, his grip on my head faltering, he had finally let go a deep, ragged groan that sent his salty release filling my mouth in sharp spurts.

“Diana!” he thundered my name with shock and disbelief coating his words. “Fucking take it all. Drink from me.”

I made sure to swallow every last drop despite my sore mouth and a tiredness that settled over me. He tasted too damn good to let any go to waste.

Seconds later, his body seemed to relax and once I was sure he had no more left to give, I removed my mouth from him. Saliva mixed in with red frosting was dripping off my chin, and before I could wipe it off, I was grabbed at the side of my face.

“Look at you, my messy fuckin’ girl.” Lawson’s clear eyes took in my current state of disarray. My hair presumably knotted, my eyes blurry and red, while my mouth dribbled a mixture of fluids—in other words, I was a hot mess.

But he didn’t seem to care. Not in the least as he watched me with fascination and amazement filling his expression.

Before I could utter a single word, I was pulled in by his gentle hold on my face and brought down onto his awaiting mouth. I wanted to protest, but the second his tongue connected with mine, I no longer felt the need to stop this.

Greedily and without a care in the world, he lapped at my mouth like it was the greatest meal he’d ever had. Unconcerned about the fact he had just moments before filled my mouth with his cum and I couldn’t have been more turned on.

He devoured me whole. Lips dueling, tongues tangling, and cleaning off the mess on my chin, I let myself fall deeper into his web.

And for the first time tonight, the wild pounding of my heart wasn’t because I was desperate for this grumpy cowboy to leave, but instead, it beat for him to stay.

I just hoped it didn’t bite me in the ass.