Slowly, Allie leaned forward, and then she whispered in Shank’s ear, “I don’t want to make a mistake. Tell me what you’re asking for.”
Shank didn’t answer. Instead he stretched toward her until he captured her nipple between his lips and sucked gently. Allie gasped, and Shank applied more pressure. Allie undulated against him, aching for more. When Shank gently closed his teeth over the raised nub, Allie cried out.
He let go and apologized, his breath warm against her skin. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Do it again,” Allie said. She moved closer so she was almost lying on him, and now he didn’t have a whole lot of choice. He opened his mouth and took her breast in. Again, he started with little teasing flicks as he worked his tongue. When Allie started to squirm, he used his teeth, slowly squeezing until flashes of heat and need rolled through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair and grabbed him, but before she reached the point where the pleasure tilted into pain, he let go. Then he blew air across the damp skin. It cooled so fast that Allie gave a whole-body shiver.
“Like?” he asked, looking up at her with dark eyes.
Allie scooted down so she was eye to eye with him. “Love,” she said. She kissed him, and his lips parted immediately. They lay there kissing, Allie brushing her fingertips across his smooth chest and stomach. It was oddly chaste, like kids exploring each other’s bodies. Not that Shank could do much exploring with his hands tied.
Allie pulled back, and for a second, Shank tried to follow. But he had to drop his head back down onto the pillow when she moved too far. He didn’t speak. He watched...studied her. Resting her palm on Shank’s stomach, she licked along his neck before sucking on his earlobe. He groaned. The sound was low, and she could feel the vibration under her hand.
“Someone likes that,” she observed, but then she already knew he had a thing for her playing with his neck. Normally she only got to do it for a few seconds before he was grabbing her, flipping her onto her back, and making her toes curl with mind-bending sex. Allie liked sex; however, she was also enjoying this unrestrained access to Shank’s body.
She placed a kiss on his collarbone and then moved down to tease his nipple again. Shank dug his heels into the bed and arched up, but all Allie had to do was put the heel of her hand on his cock and push back down. With a hungry whine, Shank yielded. Feeling that power under her hand was intoxicating. She leaned down and kissed his cock right through his underwear, and Shank gave a long, hard groan.
“Do you know what I want?” Allie asked playfully.
It took Shank a little time to answer. “I am really hoping the word ‘sex’ comes out of your mouth.”
Allie laughed and slipped her fingers under Shank’s boxers. “I want you to press me against the wall and take me hard. I want to feel all those strong muscles as you grab me, and none of that holding back or being careful. I want to have marks on me. I want to leave finger bruises and scratches down your arms. I want to feel you.”
Shank groaned, almost as if in pain.
“I want you to use every ounce of strength, and trust that I’m not going to break. Now roll over.” Allie gave him a little slap on the hip, and Shank started. He rolled onto his stomach, and Allie could see he was fisting his hands at the small of his back so tightly that the knuckles were white.
“You want to fight the bonds, don’t you?” she asked. Instead of freeing him, she kissed the knuckles of his left hand.
“Yes,” he said, the words muffled by the pillow.
“Should we get you some cuffs, something durable that you can’t break or rip?”
Again, Shank groaned. “Allie, you’re killing me.”
“Are you asking me to stop?”
There was a long pause. “No.”
“Well then, I’m just making sure you’re properly motivated to do this right when I do let you go.” She lightly raked her nails over the backs of his thighs and then slowly stroked his perineum. Shank twisted and spread his legs a few inches, but he didn’t comment. “When I untie you, I don’t want you to think at all. I want you so horny that you let go.”
“You’re getting there,” he muttered. She pressed her knuckle into the underside of his balls, and he let out a long string of either gibberish or Lakota. She rewarded him with a nip on the swell of his ass. Then she started kissing a trail up his spine until she was lying on him and sucking at his ear again. His hands were a hard knot pressing against her stomach, but Allie didn’t care. She liked feeling his muscles bunch and tremble as he tried to stay still.
He was gently humping the bed before she knelt up and started working his shirt free. He had fought it some. That tightened the fabric, and Allie had to lean down and use her teeth to loosen the snarled bonds. The second she accomplished that, Shank was pulling his hands free and turning all at once. He moved so fast that his one leg got tangled around her waist as he tried to stand, and she got shoved right off the bed.
She expected apologies and blushing. Instead he reached out and seized her, crushing her against him as he leaned in for a harsh kiss. The angle was awkward because she was a few inches too short, but he lifted her onto her toes and pillaged her mouth in the roughest kiss she had ever experienced.
She grabbed at him, her short nails going down his arms, and Shank spun her around and tossed her onto the bed, pushing his pants off in a second. There was a tiny pause, a second where Shank drew his eyebrows down in a look of concern.
“Fuck yes. More,” Allie said. That seemed to tip some balance in Shank’s psyche. He crawled onto the bed and pinned her shoulders, and then he kissed her so aggressively Allie couldn’t breathe. He gave her nipple a hard tug, and she gasped, oxygen rushing into her starved lungs. While she tried to rediscover respiration, Shank latched on to her neck and sucked. Allie could feel the skin heat and bruise as he marked her, and she caught hold of his arms to pull him closer.
When he finished, he leaned back to look at her, but Allie sat up and snagged his braid to bring him close enough to kiss again. While she was doing that, he roughly shoved her pants over her hips without bothering to unbutton them. The fabric dug into her, and she opened her mouth to complain, but then his tongue was in her mouth.
He did that for a good minute, and then he pulled her pants and her underwear completely off, dropping them at the side of the bed. Allie tried to sit up and reach for him, but he hooked his arm under her knee and lifted. That forced her shoulders flat onto the bed.
“Hey!” she yelped, but he lifted her so her knees were over his shoulders. Then he buried his head between her thighs. He nipped and sucked and licked. He devoured her like a starving man placed in front of a feast. He sucked at her clit and slipped his thumb into her pussy, and then he pressed his tongue deep inside her, his nose right up against her slit. She writhed, and she could feel herself get wetter and wetter, but still, he moved his tongue so fast she couldn’t catch her breath or lose herself in that gasping moment of orgasm. She was trapped, and he tormented her.
The pressure built as he pushed a finger roughly inside her, fucking her with his hand as he flicked his tongue against her clit. She’d wanted his full strength, and he turned it loose on her now. Allie had always been adventurous sexually, but her body hummed, and she loved the manhandling far more than she’d expected. Some dark need rose up, and she grabbed the only part of Shank she could reach—his arms—and dug her fingers deep into him hard enough to leave bruises. He closed his lips over her clit and sucked until Allie was incapable of thought. Just as her nerves started to spark to warn of her coming organism, he stopped. She threw her head back and screamed.
