He swallowed and gave a slight nod.
Part of Allie wanted to lose herself in the heat of the moment, but always before, Shank was there with her—lost in the fire of lust. This time she was out on thin ice, and wherever Shank was mentally, it wasn’t beside her. She pressed her fingers into his shoulders. “We’re on a ship where the captain has us locked in a room, so I can’t risk having you too sore or totally helpless.”
Shank swallowed. “I know.”
“Okay then. We’ll save the serious teasing for another day.”
Shank gave a low moan, and the rumble of it, the way his breath caught, made Allie even more desperate for sex. However, sex could wait. Whatever they had here, it was more important. She knee walked backward so she could reach his zipper, and she slowly lowered it, leaving his pants open. Then Allie used the heel of her hand to press against his hard cock. He loudly gasped.
“Oh, I really am going to take time to tease you at some point. I’m going to tease you until you don’t know your own name.”
Shank arched his back, lifting her into the air as he fought invisible bonds, but his hands still remained in place. His shoulder muscles bulged, and he strained so hard that cords stood out along his neck, but he didn’t move.
“Shhhh,” Allie hushed him, and she quickly pulled his pants down around his thighs. Shank was gasping now, every breath coming with a small grunt. His cock was hard and already darkening. If Allie were merciful, she’d impale herself on it; she’d ride him until he came. Instead her body seemed to have developed an independent agenda. She stroked his cock before wrapping her fingers around it and slowly tightening her grip. She studied the way he twitched and tensed under her attention. He was moving into her touch, not away.
However, this was torture for Allie. Not even bothering to strip, she shoved her hand down her pants and pressed her fingers into her clit. She was wet, so wet that she slipped and stabbed herself with a fingernail when she rubbed her clit, but she didn’t care. She needed to come more than she needed to breathe.
Her body drew up tight as the first orgasm slammed into her. She massaged her clit harder before slipping two fingers into herself, the whole time riding out waves of orgasm as she continued to grind against Shank, daring him to move. He shivered.
“Allie!” Shank cried out.
Despite the fact that it was physically difficult to do, she pulled her hand from between her legs. For a second, she could only pant as spots danced through her vision, but Shank was there, squirming, his chest slick with sweat and trembling. And still, his hands were behind his head.
“Fuck, I want you,” Allie said. She scrambled to get her pants off, got inelegantly tangled in her shoes, and finally managed to get the whole mess off her damn body.
Shank pressed his head back into the pillow so the front of his neck was exposed She wanted to trace the curve of it, but that would definitely have to wait.
She straddled him, and the second she guided the head of his cock to her entrance, Shank thrust up into her. He bucked and writhed, and Allie hung on, her knees tight against his thighs. Normally Shank was so rhythmic and powerful, but now he slammed his hips upward. He was uncoordinated. Desperate. Every layer of his carefully constructed sexual skills vanished under an animalistic need for more, and Allie matched him wild thrust for wild thrust.
She lifted herself only to drop all her weight down as she felt Shank strain upward. She was fever hot, and she reached down to finger her clit as Shank hoisted her into the air again. Her body stiffened, every muscle seeming to lock as she achieved some critical mass, and then an orgasm strong enough to make her vision turn gray flooded her. She screamed as she tightened around Shank’s cock. He felt huge. She was going to split in half and die happy.
Shank thrust up into her again and again, and Allie blindly clutched at him as her one point in reality. Finally she felt him come. He gave a shout, and the muscles in his arms stood out in hard cords as he strained against his invisible bonds. Then she felt his cum slick inside her. When Shank stilled, Allie collapsed on the bed next to him. They both panted as though recovering from a hard run, and Allie felt strangely disconnected from her body. It was like a nav computer with half the circuits blown—there were still some connections to the engines, but nothing reacted like you were used to.
Shank finally muttered something, and either it was in Sioux or Allie had lost the ability to understand English.
“What was that?” she finally asked, her voice as rough as though she’d just finished spending two hours screaming for her favorite band.Huh. Maybe she had screamed that much.
“That was dynamic,” Shank said, sounding distant.
“We’ve done dynamic, and that... Yeah, that was something more.” Allie blinked and realized she was facing him, half lying on him. She spread her fingers and studied her pale hand against his dark chest.
“You’ve played at tying me up. That was real dynamic sex,” Shank said. She could hear a wariness there now that had been absent just seconds ago.
“I’m definitely reregistering as dynamic,” she muttered. “Wait. Do family ships register sexuality?”
He gave a huff of laughter. “No. You have to figure it out the old-fashioned way—asking people.”
“Oh.” Allie let her eyes close as she ran her hand over Shank’s body. He still had his hands under his head. She paused and curled her fingers around his forearm. “I liked this. When we played with ropes, it didn’t feel like this. It just felt like someone got to enjoy sex without having to do the work.” And even though being tied up had been enjoyable in that Shank took good care of her, Allie hadn’t been aroused. Not really. Even when Shank had been lying on the bunk with his hands tied over his head, she hadn’t felt an overwhelming urge to ride him into sexual nirvana.
“Allie?”
Allie moved her hand and started drawing small circles on his arm with one finger. “Hmm.”
“Are you okay?”
Allie forced her eyes open. “I am so much better than okay that I don’t know how to find okay from here. I’m actually really happy about being locked in a room. I find myself ecstatic to deal with your mother. Right now, I think I’d find the good side of a bat invasion. So how long are you going to lie there with your hands restrained by my order to leave them there?” Allie shifted so that she rested on one elbow.
“Until you tell me, or until I really have to go to the bathroom.”
