“Yes.” I hiss out the word and almost stomp a foot in agitation. He’s lucky my hands are stuck.
He lets go of his dick and I pray he’ll stand up and get this show on the road. Rather than stand, Ryland adjusts his knees closer to me and both hands grab on to my butt, spreading my cheeks. A flat tongue starts at my clit and runs the length of my crease.
“Holy shit, Ryland.” I push myself closer to his face as his tongue enters me flicking backward.
The bastard pulls away and chuckles. “You always taste fucking amazing. Touch yourself, Kitten.” He laughs again, but with a lilt of amusement laced with it. “Oh right, you can't.”
I start to object, but my words die when his whole mouth covers me, sucking as his tongue makes circles over my lips and pussy. My legs start to shake the more powerful his strokes become until I’m not sure if I’m holding myself up or if Ryland's doing the work for me. Pressure builds in my core, tightening my entire body as I grip the rail for more support. He sucks and I lose control, my orgasm pulsing through my body as I ride out the waves. Fuck.
I use the rail to rest my head as I gain control over my limbs. Ryland doesn’t give me much time before he’s positioned behind me. His cock slips inside as both hands grab on to my hips. He pulls me back each time he thrusts inside until we're two bodies in a rhythmic dance and another orgasm begins to build.
“Oh shit. Don’t stop, Ry. Harder.”
He complies until I’m forced to push myself out from the railing to stop my head from hitting the elevator wall. He’s so deep and with every thrust I tighten more. His fingers rub circles around my clit and when I can’t get any higher, my second orgasm hits. I scream into the pile of blue material bunched on the rail.
Ryland’s moves become jerky until in one final burst of energy, he pulls me against him hard and stills. I use the break to catch my breath, not moving until he’s forced to pull out when he reaches over to search through the clothes and unlatch the handcuffs.
Once free I let go of the rail, my fingers pulsing as blood flow returns. I start to sink to my knees, but he pulls me back and we sit on the floor together with me between his legs and my back to his front. Ryland rests against the wall and I hope he’s comfy because I have no plans to move any time soon. I never want to leave this position. I feel safe and secure in his arms. Safe, secure, and happy.
