Ride It

Chapter 29

Bentley's POV

Bea covers my eyes as she leads me up the stairs and towards my bedroom. I'm extremely curious about this 'gift' she's planned for my victory.

From the way I've seen the girls looking and giggling at me, I assume it's something lecherous. That's the only thing that gets those old hawks circling.

"You really are tall," she huffs, and I can picture her standing on her tiptoes to keep her hands over my eyes. Adorable.

I chuckle and bend slightly to help her out, ignoring the uncomfortable position.

She opens my door and pushes me inside. She still refuses to let go of me as she guides me over until my feet brush something hard.

"It's a chair. Sit here and keep your eyes closed!" She chastises, guiding me into the seat. "Are they closed?"

I nod.

"They are." I'm tempted to peek, but I don't. She sounds nervous already, and I don't want to ruin her surprise.

She removes her hands and disappears for a bit. I tilt my head as I hear shuffling in the background. Is she changing out of her clothes?

My cock twitches when I imagine her lithe figure bent over, sliding her panties down her smooth, creamy legs. With her ass in the air, I spot the heat between her legs, slick with her arousal and begging to have my tongue stake its claim.

I chuckle to myself and wet my dry lips. I'm getting thirsty.

"Okay! You can open your eyes now."

I blink my eyes open and they instantly latch onto hers. Or more like... her body.

I inhale sharply as I look at the seductive, full lace set she's wearing. It's a black little dress with nothing left to the imagination. Her hardened nipples rub against the fabric up top as I peek at the freshly shaven skin between her legs. Two flimsy straps hold the dress up, and it flares out at her waist, not bothering to cover her ass fully.

My body instantly heats up, and all my blood rushes into my cock, that's being jolted awake by the vixen before me. A woman who can bring any man to his knees.

I glimpse the rope in her hands and feel my heart shudder as many possibilities flit across my mind. What's it for? Does she want me to... use it? My heart pounds in excitement, and I can't control the heavy look in my eyes as I stare at her fidgeting figure.

"What's that for?" I clear my throat to rid the gruffness from my voice.

She glances at the rope in her hand, and it's only then that I notice it's already tied into a noose.

She flushes and walks towards me, each step sending sparks into my lower stomach. "Well..."

She swings the rope lightly around, and I watch with keen fascination as she comes close enough so she can throw it and watch it fall over my head and land on my shoulders.

Surprise color my face as I look down at the rope.

"The first time we met... you lassoed me soooo." She trails off.

My body shakes as I swing my head back and laugh. I can't help it. This is so fucking adorable. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my body.

Bea huffs in frustration, but you can see the embarrassment clear on her face. "Why are you laughing? You don't... you don't like it?"

I shake my head and run a hand down my face. "I do, I do. It's just so unexpected, is all. Who taught you how to tie a knot?" I pick up the rope to inspect it. It looks like an amateur did it. The knot is too messy.