No Quarter (NOLA's Own #2) (16 page)

Phil sat across from me, his back up against the glass wall, forearms resting on his bent knees. He had a boyish smile on his face that was doing funny thing to my insides. Our eyes met, and my world burst into the vibrant color palette only he inspired. He stretched his hand out toward me, and I took it, bridging the narrow hallway.

“I missed you,” he told me softly, as though we were the only people there.

Smiling and maybe blushing slightly, I told him, “I missed you, too.”

Jason rolled onto his back, placing his head in Sheri’s lap. “My fuckin’ face hurts,” he said with a giggle.

When I looked back at Phil, his eyes burned with a light I couldn’t begin to describe. That look turned my insides to warm jelly and set my heart tripping. Grasping tighter at my hand, he pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest.

Lili lay back with her head on Alys’s lap while X watched Alys twirl a tendril of Lili’s hair, his own eyes burning with a strange light. I had the impression Alys was trying to ignore it.

“How was dinner?” Phil’s deep voice rumbled softly through my back.

“Awesome,” I replied.

Alys, Lili, and Sheri sighed.

Jason snorted and whistled.

“So, who do we thank for paying for us?” asked Lili.

“We all chipped in,” said X, his eyes not leaving Alys’s face.

“Thanks,” I said, leaning my head back on Phil’s shoulder. “This evening was truly wonderful.”

His arms tightened around me. “You look fuckin’ stunning, Kenna. You all do.”

“So beautiful,” X said breathlessly.

Alys finally lifted her gaze to his, and I saw the burning light in X’s eyes reflected back at him from hers. She had finally fallen, and I realized that, for some reason or other, she had actually been fighting it.

“Thanks,” chimed Lili. “Can we get out of the hallway now?”

“Put your hands on the dresser,” Phil commanded in his deep, angry voice, making my crotch throb.

We had just walked into my bedroom.

“Hands on the fuckin’ dresser!” he growled, giving me a little push.

I placed my hands on the dresser top and warily watched him in the mirror. His huge body looming behind me, his hands reached for my skirt, for the slit up the back.

Rip!

“Phil!” I shouted, enraged. “I get a fucking skirt, and you destroy it? I
liked
this one!”

“I’ll buy you ten more.” He sank to his knees behind me. His hands smoothed their way up my thighs, fingers hooking into my lacy drawers, and tugged them down.

My poor cunt was positively tingling with anticipation.

“Mmm…I’m fuckin’ starvin’…” he said in a dangerous undertone. “Spread your legs more. That’s good. Fuck, you are
gorgeous
.” He groaned and pressed his mouth to my core.

At the feel of his warm soft lips kissing me gently, I sucked in a lungful of air. His hands each grabbed an ass cheek, his fingertips digging into my flesh. In a luscious stroke, his tongue slicked along the seam of me.

“Arch your back,” he demanded.

Happily, I did as I had been told, and I was well rewarded when his tongue slid wetly between the lips, teasing over the hardening bead of my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped.

“You taste so good. I could spend the rest of my life eatin’ only you.”

His mouth
devoured
me, feasting greedily, until I moaned, and my knees started to shake. Attacking my clit with his tongue, I came
so hard
, and he lapped at my shuddering entrance, drawing out every last drop.

Slowly, he rose to his full height behind me, his swollen cock already out and pushing into my sopping wet heat. I watched his face in the mirror, and it was so hot. I was close to succumbing to orgasm number two. He watched himself disappear inside me, watched as I took the whole length of him into me, looking
so intense
, almost angry…

That’s what it is. When he’s pissed, it turns me on because it’s the same face.

Phil’s eyes traveled slowly up my back until they met mine in the mirror, hooded and blazing with intoxicating lust.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I immediately answered, feeling a thrill zing through me.

Holy shit, he’s going to do something, an another time something. He’s going to unleash some kinky-ass shit on me…oh, fuck yes!

Reaching forward, he tugged out my braid, running his fingers through until my hair was free. He hadn’t taken off his cargo pants—they were just sagging around his hips—and his hands moved slowly to slide his belt out from the loops, deliberately taking his time to let me see what he was doing.
Maybe giving me the time to freak out? Odd that I’m not. No, just really curious.

Oh, damn, I’m not sure if I’m ready for an ass beating with a wide leather belt though…

“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.

His voice sounded so fucking hot that I wanted to do anything he wanted of me. I lowered myself on the dresser so that my face and chest lay flat, and I brought my arms up, crossing my wrists to rest on my lower back.

Inside me, his cock twitched. In reflex, I clenched down on him.

“Fuck,” he bit out.

He wrapped and looped his belt—minus the buckle that he’d removed and tossed onto the floor—around from my wrists to mid forearms, securing it by sliding the end through the wrapped around bits.

I couldn’t fucking move.

“Still trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’d never hurt me,” I replied.

“Not unless you asked me to,” he said softly. “Maybe not even then.”

I wasn’t going to wonder about
that
bizarre statement, not until I needed to anyway.

“I’ve fantasized for a long time about tying you up,” he confessed.

I could feel his gaze on me, trying to gauge my reaction.

“I’ve wanted to see you restrained and at my mercy. Does that bother you?”

That might have been something you should have asked before doing it.
“No.”
Because I think I like being restrained and at your mercy.

To my utter astonishment, I found that to be the complete truth.

Gently, he pulled out of me and hauled me upright. Scooping me up into his arms, he sat me down on the edge of the bed so that he could remove my pumps and the panties from around my ankles. Once finished, he looked up into my eyes from his crouched position between my knees.

“If at any time you’re scared or in pain or simply uncomfortable—”

“Kashmir,” I said.

He nodded. “Kashmir.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why
this
? I mean, so far, I think I like it, but I never would have thought of it myself.”
Liar. You’ve thought of tying
his
ass up.

“I never did either.”

The Other Guy.
Someone introduced him to this, and he liked it…and I bet anything it was that guy Sheri mentioned.

“But…it’s how I feel about you,” he told me.

Okay, now I’m just confused.
It must’ve showed on my face.

“You make me feel bound and helpless, Kenna,” he explained. “Like I have no choice when it comes to you. And seein’ you like this…it’s like I can see inside myself.”

Holy fucking shit. Maybe Sheri should give him the number to her shrink.

“It’s not that I want it like this all the time. I love makin’ love to you the most. When we’re together like that
,
I feel whole. A part of somethin’ greater than myself alone. But sometimes, I think I want this, too. Do you?”

If my fucking nipples get any harder, they’re going to slice through my bra and blouse!

“I’d like to try,” I replied.

His smile made my crotch clamp fiercely, and as he stood up, I shivered all over.

“I told you I’d bang your brains out when you got home, and that those Xs weren’t kisses.” He kicked off his shoes and socks and was now dropping his pants and boxers to the floor. Reaching behind him, he started tugging off his shirt.

Seeing him standing before me in all his naked glory, my mouth watered, my tits got hard and tight, and a steady pulse hummed between my legs. He was,
hands down
, the most perfectly constructed man of all time, a finely honed and tuned machine made of flesh and bone.

Phil’s raging hard-on stared me right in the face. I licked my parched lips and heard him suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck…you wanna open that pretty mouth for it?”

“Yes.”

He grasped the root with his right hand and cupped the back of my head with his left. I opened my mouth wide, and he guided himself in.

“
Motherfucker…
” he moaned. “I’ve never experienced anythin’ like you. Your fuckin’ mouth…”

He inhaled deeply as I sucked a good amount of him down until the head of him touched the back of my throat. I tasted the lovely salty flavor of him mixed with the savory taste of myself.

The intimacy of this was so powerful. I truly had to trust him to hold me steady, not to go too deep, and believe that he wouldn’t hurt me, not even accidentally. Guiding me back and forth, he set a gentle, slow pace.

“That’s enough,” he whispered, pulling out of my mouth with a soft sucking noise.

Lifting me up, he laid me back in the center of the bed, my arms well and truly trapped beneath my back. In this position, my back arched, my chest thrust up toward the ceiling. If I wasn’t such an avid yoga practitioner, I’d probably be extremely uncomfortable.

Having at some point unzipped the waist of my skirt, Phil tugged the wrecked thing over my hips, flinging it aside. He undid my belt, and that went flying, too. Then, gentle fingers plucked the buttons on my blouse open, his lips kissing each piece of skin as it was exposed. Pushing the two halves apart, fingers hooked into my bra cups and slid the material under my breasts.

“Fuck
me
,” his voice rasped. He lightly bit one spiked nipple, swirling his tongue over it to soothe the sting.

Grabbing a pillow, he lifted me up and tucked it under my head and shoulders, relieving some of the pressure, then tongued his way down my body before sliding his hands under my thighs and throwing my knees over his shoulders. Sucking my overly sensitized clit into his mouth, he hummed.

“Fuck!” I shouted, my whole body seizing up. “It’s too much!”

“Not enough,” he grunted in disagreement. He sucked hard, almost to the point of pain, erasing the too sensitive feeling and replacing it with a liquid warmth that spread from my core to my nipples. His tongue lapped, swirled, and licked over me as he slipped two fingers inside, pressing up hard into the magic spot, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

“
Fuck
!” I screamed, my orgasm torn out of me. My whole body tensed to the point of snapping.

Rising above me so that I could see his face as he withdrew his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth, sucking them clean. “I can’t live without the taste of you. I don’t know how I did for so long.”

My thighs were shaking, body quivering, cunt pulsing, nipples aching, shoulders and arms going numb.

Gods above…

I was nothing but a mass of raw nerves, shivering with the fact that this was nowhere near over.

His head dipped, and his warm wet mouth sucked in a nipple. His burning torso settled between my thighs, and I squeezed them around him, holding him tightly to me. Sucking, licking, scraping his teeth over the pebbled nub, his hot mouth sent electric fire darts shooting between my legs.

“Oh God, Phil!” I gasped.

“Mmm…” he replied, turning his attention to the other one.

I could very well orgasm from this alone. Pressure built up hardcore inside, my cunt starting to throb wetly all over again.

“Please…” I whimpered, arching up and grinding myself into his belly.

“What do you need?” he asked, releasing my nipple, blowing his warm breath over it.

“You!” I panted.

“You have me, all of me, heart and soul.”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip in frustration.

“What do you need
from
me?” His voice was a sweet, warm caress.

“Please, Phil…” I sobbed, arching against him again, seeking the counterpressure to ease the pounding ache.

“Please what?”

“I need you inside me!”

“What part of me?” He slid two fingers in me. “This?”

“No!”

“Say it!” he demanded.

“Your cock!”

“Hmm…that’s better. You need to communicate with me as clearly as possible in these instances.”

Gently, he rolled me onto my belly, making sure I had my face to one side. He tore the remainder of my blouse and destroyed my bra so that I didn’t have a stitch of clothing left on me. Tossing the shreds aside, he slipped an arm beneath my waist, lifting me.

“Bend your knees, and pull them up under you,” he said.

I did as he told me, and he used his knees to spread mine further apart. My face and chest pressed heavily into the mattress.

“Oh
fuck
, Kenna.” He groaned, tracing his fingertips along the seam of me, from clit to asshole. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

I felt him positioning himself, pushing the plump head of him inside, easing in slowly. In this position, I was so tight, bearing down on him like a vise.