“Just what I was hoping you would do.” Licking my lips, I keep my eyes on him as he pumps once, twice, three times. I lean back on the counter to reach the drawer on the side to grab the condom I stored in there earlier.
“You’re all kinds of prepared tonight, Bree. Can’t say I hate it.” He takes the condom and rips it open with his teeth then rolls it down his shaft.
“Not here,” he says, picking me up and carrying me to the stairs. Just when I think we’re going upstairs to the bedroom, he puts me down.
“Are we not going to bed?”
“You wanted to be naughty so we’re being naughty. Turn around.” He grips my hip and spins me to face the stairs. “Hands up.”
“Chase.” My protest cuts off when he bites my shoulder gently.
“Now, hold the banister.” The wood is rough on my hands when I grip it, but it’s too wide to wrap my hand all the way around from this angle. I’m about to let go and tell him I won’t be able to hold it when the silk tie from my robe hits my flushed skin.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh, stay with me, Princess.” I relax into the feel of his lips on my shoulder and up my neck where he sucks on my earlobe.He loops the tie around one wrist then the other before securing it to the banister above my head so my arms are fully extended. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yes.” It’s not tight and there’s room for me to move my hands. I could probably free myself if I wanted to, but I don’t because I feel safe with him. This is beyond anything I would’ve tried. Chase makes me want to push the boundaries. To be in the moment and feel everything all at once.
“Good girl. This is going to be hard and fast. I’ll take it slower and take care of you after.”
“Just fuck me already.”
He thrusts deep.
“That what you want, Princess? Want my hard cock buried in your tight little pussy while you’re tied to the stairs?”
“Oh my god, yes. Don’t stop.” He grips my hip in one hand, holding me in place as he fucks me from behind. His other hand reaches around and plays with my clit.
“Not a chance in hell I’m stopping. Needed this as much as you did. Fuck, Bree. That’s it. You’re about to come on this cock, aren’t you?”
“More,” I grunt. The carvings of the spindles dig into my hands from my tight hold on the staircase.
Chase abandons my clit, eliciting a cry of protest from me at being so close to release. “Patience.” He picks up my leg and wraps it backwards around his hip, deepening the angle.
“Oh fuck.”
“There it is.” He pushes down on my lower back as he pounds into me from behind. His cock brushes against my G-spot on each pass.
“I can’t. Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
“Come, Princess. Soak me with it. Show me how much you missed me.” I pull out all the way and plunge back it at the same time as I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her back against me.
“Shit, fuck.” My grip tightens to keep her upright as every cell of her body quakes with the force of her orgasm. She completely shatters on a shout. Her legs shake. Her back arches. Her hands ball into fists, the tie only barely keeping her hands above her head. When her pussy clamps down around my cock buried deep inside, I follow her over the edge, chasing my own release.
“That was. Holy shit, that was hot.” She pants coming down from the high of us. Slowly lowering her leg and releasing her, I make sure she can stand on her own before pulling out. The need to consume every part of her is overwhelming. I’ve just had her, but I want more.
“I need a taste.” I drop to my knees in front of her. My back presses against the wood of the staircase and the floor is cool on my bare ass, but the need for more drives me. “You should see yourself right now.” Her hair falls out of the hair tie that was secure before my fingers ruined it. She’s glimmering with sweat. Her chest rises and falls as she stares down at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. She looks ravaged.
“What do I look like?”Like mine.I almost say it but keep it to myself.
“Temptation. Thoroughly fucked. Sexy as hell. Your tits pushed up in that pitiful excuse for a bra. Pussy dripping with your cum. Skin flushed. Perfection.” Swiping a finger up her thigh, I collect her release and suck my finger into my mouth, tasting her. My eyes roll back as her flavor explodes on my tongue.
More.
It’s all I can think about. With her, I always want more. She’s still wearing those crotchless lace panties, but now they have to go.
“Love these panties, but they’re in the way.” I drag them down her legs but leave the garter belt in place. That thing is doing wicked things to my brain. I never knew a scrap of lace could be so hot. Should’ve known better. Gripping the belt, I pull her closer once she steps out of her panties.
