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“Goddammit,” you spat, the rope falling flat again.
“Keep tryin’,” Arthur urged. But when you turned to look at him in exasperation, he sported a grin.
“Don’t you give me that look.”
“What look?” The grin grew.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” you groaned, turning back to reel in the rope.
You’d been at this for thirty minutes. Thirty useless minutes as far as you were concerned, because your talent at this was far from improving. And your anger was building, and Arthur’s amused little comments were not helping.
“Show me again, since you’re such a goddamn expert on the matter,” you said, holding the now-gathered rope out to Arthur.
He took it from you without a word, and oh, how you could have smacked him over that smug look on his face.
Arthur stepped toward the tree with the strange, gnarled knot that stuck out and upward—the same feature that had made you stop to practice your nonexistent roping skills in the first place. That, and the heat. It was unbearably humid out in these swamps. But at least this old, knobby cypress tree gave the two of you an excuse to dick around for an hour or so and think about anything other than the stifling air.
“You gotta release it when the momentum’s going toward the tree,” Arthur said, beginning to swing the rope over his head. “You’re lettin’ it die.”
“Am not. Mine had plenty of momentum.”
“It had a little. But not enough,” he said, flicking his wrist and letting the rope fly. That damn loop landed right around the knot on the tree. Arthur pulled taught, the rope closing tight. He looked back at you with a smirk. “That plus the rope being too flat when you let go ain’t giving it enough clearance.” Without even looking, he flicked the rope upward, and the whole loop came off the tree, fell on the ground, and proceeded to be gathered up by the outlaw’s hands like some sort of obedient pet.
You sneered at the effortless talent. He was good at goddamn everything.
“Well, I give up. This is more work than fun, anyway,” you said, putting your hands on your hips and turning away.
He chuckled. “Alright, smart ass. You’re the one who asked for my help in the first place.”
“I am not a-” You rounded on him. And the look of him made your anger burn hotter. Because he had the gathered rope, both hands on his gun belt, and a smile that took your breath. He was so damn attractive like that, all hot and sweaty and sure of himself. And it only made you madder, because the dolt knew the effect he had on you.
The longer you stayed silent, the bigger he smiled. Then, “What’s the matter? Somethin’ distracting you?”
“You know damn well what’s distracting me,” you grumbled, eyes raking over his body.
He chuckled again. “How ‘bout you cool off then, and we go find somewhere more private?”
“How ‘bout you stop telling me what to do, and I have you right here?”
Arthur’s gaze went hard. You knew that look. He was a practical man, but his arousal tended to throw that right out the window.
The two of you were far enough from the river that you weren’t out in the open. The nearby path, though, was a different story. The tree you’d practiced roping on was right by the road, hence why you’d spotted it. It wasn’t the most well-traveled path, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t come through and catch you in the act. For some reason, that thought enlivened you, and a plan started to form.
You stepped toward Arthur. “Hand it here.”
He hesitated a moment, just watching you. Then he handed the rope over, staying quiet. You loved the hold you had over him. He was usually mister know-it-all, always having some loud-mouthed comeback, always having to have the upper hand. But not when it came to you.
You stepped in close and took his hands, pushing them around his back as you looped your arms around him, pressing your body against his in the process. All while looking up at him with a grin.
“What you schemin’?” he said, his low voice making you want him even more.
“Seeing as you’re an outlaw, you probably don’t care to be tied up, do you?” you teased, stepping around him to his broad back, keeping his hands clasped behind him.
“Not usually.”
You started binding his hands together with the rope. “But?”
“But I’m curious,” he said, letting you do as you pleased with him. “Your knot tying as poor as your roping?”
“Shut the hell up,” you said on a smile. As it stood, you didn’t need a knot for this part. You’d slipped the loop of the rope around his wrists and pulled tight. “And follow me, smart ass.”
His resulting low laugh made heavy need build right between your legs. You tugged on the free end of the rope, pulling Arthur along with you.
You rounded the nearest big tree so that the two of you were somewhat out of sight, putting a hand to Arthur’s chest and pushing him back against it. He looked down at you, smug. You’d wipe that look off his face yet.
“Stay,” you ordered. The edge of his mouth kicked up in response.
Rounding the tree with rope in hand, you went around twice, slow, so that Arthur could watch your plan unfold. Each time you wrapped it around his abdomen, his hungry eyes tracked you. He didn’t give a damn about being tied up, it seemed, so long as he got what he wanted out of it.
After tying an albeit shitty knot around the back of the tree, you circled again and came around to face your outlaw. “You look good like this,” you teased.
“Uh huh. And you’re gonna look good on your knees for me.”
You scoffed. “Don’t be so pleased with yourself. You and I both know you’ll be begging me before long.”
He didn’t have a response to that, swallowed by his need as he was.
You flashed Arthur a grin and approached him, kneeling down. You slowly, teasingly undid his gun belt. Then his pants. Then his undergarments. And when you pulled him out and started to stroke him, he was already rock hard.
You met his eyes. “You gonna be good for me? Stay quiet when I have your cock in my mouth?”
He let out a deep breath, his gaze already going hazy at your easy strokes. “Mm. May have to let the whole swamp hear.”
“We’re right by the path,” you reminded him. “I suggest you stay quiet lest someone gets the bright idea to come over and watch me do this to you.”
That made Arthur lean his head back and shut his eyes. Sure enough, you knew you’d wipe away that smug look he always seemed to sport.
You went down fully onto your knees and took him into your mouth. Just the tip, feeling your tongue along his head. A soft grunt left him.
He was big, so you slid your hand down him all the way until you met his body, then torturously back up. You stroked him slow and tight, working your mouth onto him an inch at a time. He let out a long breath, already loving this. And you were proud to have that effect on him. Proud to make him yours each and every time you did this.
You worked your tongue along the underside of his cock, taking him in and out of your mouth with the same rhythm as your hand. When you finally took him as deep as you could, he hit the back of your throat with inches still to spare, like always. You reveled in this, in your big, strong outlaw and his big, strong cock. You wanted to tell him so, make him go cross-eyed with pleasure, but your mouth was preoccupied. So you moved instead.
Two things happened at once. First and most noticeably, Arthur groaned so deep that it rumbled through his chest—a sound so masculine you knew you were soaked now if you hadn’t been already. Second, the rope around him made a sound. It tightened and struggled against its hold on him. Surely that stupid knot would hold, no matter how flimsy.
You started a slow pace, hollowing your cheeks, using your hand on him, doing everything you could to ramp up the pressure. You wanted that begging you were talking about, and it took being patient with him to get him there. So you took your time, enjoying this yourself.
He eventually started to buck his hips forward, so you started doing that twisting motion he loved. You took him as deep as you could without gagging on him. He was pushing back as much as the groaning ropes would allow, but with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t hold your head against him like he normally did. You could tell it was killing him not to, but there were other things you could do to bring him the same enjoyment. So you moved both hands to his hips and held him back against the tree, taking him as deep as possible.
“Christ, darlin’, that’s good,” he said. All needy.
You beamed with pride, holding back a smile as you worked his cock. You took him deeper and deeper until you gagged, immediately going back for more. He was groaning and straining against you, the ropes around him doing the same, that begging you were hoping for seconds away.
When you kept one hand on his hip and used the other to fondle his balls, he sucked in a sharp breath. You felt his body shift as he went rigid, then to your shock, something fell against the top of your head. You stopped your progress and looked up, confused, only to see that he was pulling the rope off with newly freed hands. He gave you a pleasure-choked grin as he said, “Seems I need to teach you how to tie a proper knot too.” Then he grabbed you and forced you around quicker than you could stop him, backing you into the tree. He left your hands free but trapped your arms under the rope nonetheless as he wrapped it tight around the trunk, not even needing to walk around it with how long his arms were.
You were beyond aroused by this turn of events and couldn’t seem to keep your eyes from drifting lower, admiring his straining cock and how slick he was from your mouth. He noticed your gaze and chuckled. “What was it you said? That I’d be the one begging?”
“Mhm,” you said on a nod, still not taking your eyes off his cock as you bit your lower lip in anticipation.
He got close to tie the rope off and spoke low, right in your ear. “Nah, I think you know that ain’t true.” Your arousal tightened even more.
After a beat, he backed away just enough to admire his work. That stupid smugness was back. Then he closed the gap between you and started loosening your skirt, his eyes on yours. “Gonna keep that pretty mouth shut when I’m inside you?”
Christ, could this man do things to you. You nodded. “I can be good when you have something I want.”
“What is it you want from me, darlin’?” He gathered your skirt and chemise up, exposing your skin to the balmy air. That suffocating heat was torture on your senses.
“You know what I want, Arthur.”
“Wanna hear you say it,” he taunted, finally moving your undergarments out of the way. He exposed your pussy in the process, immediately running his fingers through your slickness.
You let out a low noise. “I want your cock.”
Arthur smirked, taking the slickness gathered on his fingers and running it up and down his length, beginning to stroke himself.
He propped his other hand against the tree above you, leaning in so close you were forehead to hat brim. “How bad?”
Your eyes flicked down to watch how good he stroked himself. “Bad.”
He snickered. “Told you.”
“What?” you asked, wholly distracted by his touch as he pressed up against you, trapping you against the tree. He guided his cock to your entrance, not pushing inside.
“Told you you’d be beggin’ me.”
You met his eye at those words. And he was already looking at you, grinning, knowing he had you cornered. Because you’d say pretty much anything to the man to get him to push inside you.
“You ain’t heard begging yet,” you said, your breathing uneven.
“Then beg.”
Your pussy clenched around nothing at his demand. His sure, handsome stare and his cock held against you—it took the fight right out of you.
“Fuck me.”
“No please?”
Such a damn tease. “Please. Now, before I lose my goddamn mind.”
“You want it?”
“I want it so bad, Arthur, just—”
He thrust into you hard, splitting you wide as you sucked in a strained breath.
Christ alive, his cock was huge. You always forgot just how huge. And as your eyes rolled back in your head and he started a greedy, deep pace, you knew he would make you see stars.
When he grunted and sped up sooner than usual, you moaned for him, watching him drive deeper. Harder. “Yes, just like that,” you urged through your panting.
He looked up and met your eye. Your pussy clamped down on his cock at his forwardness, and he felt it.
“That’s it, girl.” The second those blue eyes showed his smugness again, you knew you were a goner. Because that confidence of his made you find your pleasure every time.
You panted and met his hips at every thrust and strained against the rope, but he pumped into you harder and harder, forcing you flat against the tree. You started to lose it, started to come undone.
And just when you reached the desperation to beg again, just when you uttered the words, “Please, Arthur. Please make me—” you were interrupted by his calloused hand coming down over your mouth.
The move was so attractive you moaned right into his hand. But you understood why he’d done it when you heard hoofbeats behind you. Someone was on the path.
Arthur spoke low. “Stay quiet.” He pumped in and out still, slow and deep, not letting whoever passed by stop him. That little decision drove you mad. You let out a whine. He met your eye. “You like that?” He thrust in deeper, harder, the smirk back on his face. “My girl like me fuckin’ her good for everyone to see?”
You whimpered this time, your pussy fluttering around him. “Yeah she does. Want me to call him over? Let him watch when you find your pleasure around my cock?”
That did it. You shut your eyes tight and moaned loudly into his hand, your orgasm coming on so quick you weren’t prepared for it.
Pleasure wracked your body, making you tense up against the rope so hard that you clung to Arthur with the only thing connecting the two of you—your cunt, his cock. And he knew it. He let go of your mouth, took your hips, and thrust in hard.
You choked down your cry of pleasure, trying your best to be quiet. But it was useless with your orgasm burning through you, with him buried so goddamn deep, with the way he pounded in harder and harder and harder. You moaned long and loud.
Arthur’s pace stuttered at the noise. You wanted him to find his own release. You wanted his spend. You wanted to feel his huge, rigid cock inside of you forever.
When you finally started to come down, you used all your will to form words, demanding. “Come, Arthur.”
He grunted. You felt him pull out, and not even a second later, he spilled all over your legs, his spend running down the inside of your thighs. He panted heavily, still pinning you against the tree as he kept on and on, his cock throbbing between your legs.
“That’s it,” you whispered, your head falling back against the tree. “That’s it, Arthur.”
His heavy breathing wouldn’t slow. And even when his pleasure was over, he wouldn’t move an inch.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a horse and rider walking away, completely oblivious to the two of you. Oblivious to the spend on your legs, to Arthur’s cock still rock hard against you, to the two of you pressed against the tree, desperate for each other’s touch.
After of few moments of mingled breath and the last traces of pleasure, Arthur met your eye.
“That’s how you tie a knot, by the way.”
You laughed. Sure, the ropes hadn’t budged, and that annoyed you to no end. But you had to admit, there were perks to him being good at everything.
“Is it now?” you taunted. “You’ll have to run that technique by me again.”
He smiled, a flash of teeth and a light in his eyes.
“Anytime, darlin’.”