Authors: Anne Rainey
I pushed back my chair, drew up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Blake’s entire body went rigid. I kissed his spine, enjoying the solid strength of his muscled back. He smelled of fresh linen and man. A heady scent. When he turned and leaned down, I closed my eyes. His lips were soft and warm, coasting over mine in a gentle mating dance.
He slipped his hands around my waist and drew me in close. I could feel his erection pressing into my belly, and I wanted to let loose a moan, but I held myself in check. Barely. His tongue drifted over my lower lip, and I opened on a sigh. He slipped in, growling his approval at my submission.
I wanted him so bad.
Every touch of his tongue to mine drew moisture to my vagina. There was so much I wanted to do to him. I wanted to taste his cock. To suck on him until he begged for mercy. I wanted to ride him, hard, and drive us both over the edge.
Blake pulled back, his eyes blazing with arousal. “I want you, baby. This has been the longest damn week of my life. Don’t send me home.” He sounded so desperate. I understood, because I was just as greedy for him. “I want you, too.”
He closed his eyes briefly and let out a deep breath. “Thank God,” he muttered.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
I stepped out of his arms. “First, I want to prepare a few things. You can wait in the living room.”
“You’re killing me, Ally.”
“Please. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
He sighed and left the kitchen. I strode to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of whipped cream, before heading to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, I was ready for him. I walked into the living room and held out my hand. He rose to his feet and smiled. When his big, calloused fingers laced through mine, I quickly led him down the hallway. As I reached the bedroom, I went straight to the bed and switched the lamp on its dimmest setting. When I turned around, Blake’s eyes were still on me. I trembled at the wild gleam in his gaze.
He’d never been like this before. In a heartbeat, I knew I’d seriously miscalculated. The man standing in front of me was an adult male with an adult’s needs and wants. And Heather wasn’t here this time as a buffer.
Blake came to me and stroked my arm, bringing gooseflesh to the surface. His gaze touched everywhere at once. “When I saw you touching and playing with Heather it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. But I’m glad to have you alone.
You’re so much prettier than I remember.” He looked me over, stopping on my breasts. “Your breasts are bigger. Damn, just look at you, baby. I could gobble you up right now.”
I didn’t know what to say. For a moment, I just stood there and wallowed in his praise. It was good to hear compliments from him. The deep tone of his voice turned my blood to liquid lava.
“Before things get too carried away, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Anything, Ally. You can ask me anything you want.” He seemed to think about that statement and added, “Except no more threesomes.”
“Will you let me experiment a little?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Again?”
Instead of explaining, I reached over and picked up one of the scarves tied to the bedpost closest to me and waved it in the air.
“You want to be tied down?”
I shook my head. “No. I want to tie
you
down.” Blake licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He eyed the bed, then pinned me with a suspicious glare. “This isn’t some sort of trick, is it?” It was my turn to frown. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t plan to exact some sort of revenge by tying me to your bed and then leaving me there to rot why you go off to have sex with Heather?” I laughed. “No. Nothing like that. She really is in Florida. No worries there.” Still he hesitated. “You know me. I like to be in control. And I really want to touch you. If I’m tied down, I won’t be able to. That would really suck.” I held firm. “This is the way I want it, Blake.”
Several seconds passed, before he said, “For you, baby, I’ll do it.” I sucked air into my lungs as he started to strip out of his shirt. Some small part of me had hoped he’d say no. I’d be off the hook. But he was submitting. I was so out of my league.
As he pushed his work boots off and unzipped his jeans, my eyes fairly bulged out. His cock was much bigger than I remembered.
Oh, my.
“Undress for me,” Blake demanded as he sat on the edge of the mattress.
Staring at his nude body caused moisture to pool in my hot center. It was incredible to watch him sitting there. Waiting for me. I felt a power like never before.
I wanted to make him squirm a little first, though. I wasn’t about to make this easy on him. Even though it was tempting to swiftly strip out of my shorts and tank and sit on his fat cock, that wasn’t the way this was going to play out.
Stepping away a few feet, I turned around and gave him my back. My sandals went first as I slid my feet out of them, then I bent low at the waist, pushing my jean-covered ass in his face. I could hear him hum with pleasure. It urged me on. My fingers trailed from my feet and ankles, then to my calves. I stroked the twin columns of my legs slowly, deliberately. As I straightened, I slipped my fingers beneath my tank and slid it upwards, baring the lower half of my torso.
“More, baby. I need to see you or I’ll go insane.”
I laughed, feeling devilish, then slipped the tank over my head and tossed it to the floor. I cupped my heavy breasts in my palms and flung my head back on a sigh of pleasure. I massaged the aching peaks with great care, my body so keyed up I could barely stand. All my erogenous zones were on full alert.
“Turn around.”
I was tempted. Blake’s voice was a whip of command. The deep sound had me shivering like a schoolgirl. “Not yet,” I managed to say.
“You were never like this before,” he grumbled. “You always gave me what I wanted.”
My fingers plucked at my raspberry nipples as I attempted to answer him coherently. “I know. But I’m a big girl now. This time, it’s not all about you.”
“It was never just about me,” Blake argued. “And the threesome sure as hell wasn’t just for me. You craved it as much as I did. Admit it.” I turned my head and looked right into his eyes when I answered him. “I did crave it. I wanted you and Heather.”
His smile was predatory. He looked like a tiger ready to pounce. “Then come here. Let me make you feel good, baby.”
It was hard to stand firm, but I was intent on proving my point. “No. Not this time. This time, I’m in control,” I reiterated.
I heard the mattress springs creak, and then he was there. Right in front of me, drinking me in with his gorgeous baby blues.
“You’re being very naughty, baby.” His gaze zeroed in on my hands still playing with my nipples. “Fuck, just look at you. You’re so damn sexy. My sweet angel. I could slip to my knees right now and lick you dry. You’d like it, I know you would.” I shook my head. “You’re not following the rules. This is my show. You’ll be a good boy and sit back down.”
“Or what?” he taunted as a calloused finger touched my cheek and stroked.
“Or I’ll send you home right now. You won’t get a single taste of my body if you don’t do as I say.”
Blake ran a hand threw his hair and groaned. “Jesus, you’re killing me.”
“No, I’m showing you how a grown up Ally Ryanaldo likes her sex.” Blake’s gaze shot to mine, all at once furious. “You’ve done this with other men?”
My answer was immediate. Hell, I wanted to torture him with sex, not drive the man into a jealous frenzy. “No. To be honest, my writing takes most of my time.
Other than talking to the characters in my books, I’m pretty much a recluse.” He looked at me for another few seconds, then smiled. “I’ll sit back down and follow your rules.”
As he went back to the bed and sat, I wanted to sigh in relief. I didn’t get the chance.
“But after you’re done proving whatever it is you’re trying to prove, it’ll be my turn. And I won’t be slow and gentle either, little Ally.”
“I know,” I whispered as my fingers went to the button on my shorts. Once I had the fly open, I slithered them down my hips and thighs. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I smoothed my palms over the sensitive skin of my hips and over my buttocks. I squeezed both plump cheeks, before sliding my hands around to my front. I bent at the waist, showing Blake every inch of my pink sex and tight anus. His wild, untamed sounds fanned the flames of my own desire. I let my fingers caress my pussy lips. Soft, feathery touches teased my entrance. I slipped one finger deep into my wet passage and pumped several times, before pulling my finger out. I stood back up.
“Let me taste it,” he ground out. “Please, baby, I’ll be good and sit real still, just give me that wet finger.”
Hearing him plead fed my ego and drew more moisture to my hot center. I turned around, beyond denying him, and walked on shaky legs to the bed. He pulled me between his thighs and nudged my entrance with his cock, showing me how hard I was making him. How much he wanted me. He wrapped one hand around my right wrist and lifted it to his mouth. He lowered his head and sucked my finger into the dark, wet cavern. His moans tickled my skin. His eyes closed as he sucked every bit of my essence. I had to reach out and grab his shoulder with my left hand to keep from falling.
When he drew it back out again, his eyes opening, watching me with so much intense need, I wanted to crawl into his lap and fuck him.
“You taste better than I remember. You’re addictive. You always were hard to resist, baby.”
“Not so hard, apparently,” I tossed out. Damn, I didn’t mean to go there. Not now. Not when I was standing naked between his thighs and I was so close to getting everything I wanted.
“Because I left you?” he asked softly.
It was too late to take back the words, but I didn’t have to give him everything. I didn’t have to tell him how much he’d hurt me that day. “Yes.” Blake’s voice was soft and gentle when he whispered, “It was harder than you think.”
I wasn’t going there. It was a can I wasn’t ready to open. Instead, I stepped back and ordered, “Up on the bed.”
Blake hesitated as if he wanted to talk about the past, but I closed my fist over his cock and squeezed, stopping him. “Be a good boy and get up on the bed so I can play.”
“Lick it first,” he growled. He wasn’t allowed to direct me and he knew it. Just as I was about to tell him no, he spoke again. “I’ll do as you say, lie real still and let you tie me down, but first I want that sassy mouth of yours to lick my cock like a big, juicy Popsicle.”
I laughed. “You’re outrageous. You just don’t get it, do you?” He reached out and flicked my nipple. The small gesture had my pussy clenching with need. “I get it just fine. But I think I deserve a little something before I’m forced to lay spread-eagle, totally at your mercy.”
He did have a point. That was Blake, always figuring a way to get what he wanted. Besides, I was so hungry for him. It was a win-win situation.
I leaned forward and swept my tongue over his bulbous purple tip. Silk over steel, a delicious combination. I took in a drop of precome, suddenly ravenous for the salty flavor, then ran my tongue down the heavy length. I felt his fingers sifting through my hair as he held my head against him. His words of approval turned me on even more. He was a fully aroused man, and I wanted to suck him into oblivion. But not just yet. There was too much to do before any of that took place.
I licked one more time, kissed his throbbing tip gently, and moved away. Neither of us said a word. Blake stroked his thumb over my bottom lip once, his eyes unreadable, before he moved to the middle of the bed. He lay down and spread his arms to the sides, his legs widening. A smile of satisfaction lit his face. Somehow I felt as if he’d effectively turned the tables on me. It wasn’t fair that he was so good at this and I was such a novice. I wondered if he could tell that I was way out of my league. I wanted him to think I was a wild vixen. A siren intent on driving him wild with lust.
I moved to the end of the bed, took one long, silky scarf, and tied the ankle closest to me. I went to the other and did the same. After I was sure the scarves would hold, I placed one knee on the mattress, then the other, and crawled toward him.
Careful not to let our bodies touch, I grasped his right hand in mine, wrapped the silk around it and tied a knot. His gaze never left my face. There was so much heat coming off him, I felt scorched. It didn’t seem to matter that I hadn’t touched him; he was still a blazing inferno of need.
I moved around him and tied his other wrist securely. As I sat back, I stared at my handiwork. Vibrant colors of purple, red and green held him immobile. I could do anything. Be anyone. I could suck him dry or sit on his face and make him lick me until I screamed. Every fantasy I’d ever had of him rushed in.
Damn, this was going to be fun.
Several seconds passed. I couldn’t move or speak. I just stared at him on my white eyelet comforter. His huge bronze body, so muscled and ripped, tight abs and sexy hair. Those intense blue eyes staring right through to my soul. His massive erection tempting me to play. The sound of Blake’s low chuckle drew me out of my lusty musings.
“Did you tie me up so you could stare at me?”
I leaned close to his face and whispered, “No, I tied you up so I could do this…” Then I kissed him. His lips parted and he slipped his tongue out, licking at the seam of mine. I opened and let him in. He scoured my hot mouth as if starving for the taste of me. His desire fueled my own. I rose up and straddled him, planting my hands on either side of his face so I could hold him still for my kisses. He tasted of hot, spicy man. He growled in protest when I released his mouth and trailed kisses down his chin and neck. I sucked the flesh there eagerly, marking him as my own. Lower, on his collarbone, I bit down, and he cursed. I laughed, knowing he was enjoying my strokes and nibbles. My mouth went farther south as I flicked and toyed with his left nipple, then the right. He shuddered beneath me and begged me to move lower. I gave in to his pleas and tasted his muscled belly. I love a man’s sexy stomach. Especially Blake’s. I dipped my tongue into his button, and he pushed his hips upward, nearly unseating me.