“Eyes on me, Mickey,” she says, her voice low and soft, but not even a little bit gentle. “Put your hands above your head. Yeah, just like that,” she says when I stretch my arms up and rest my wrists against the cool wood of my headboard. “I’m going to put this jump rope to good use. How does that sound?”
“Fucking perfect,” I answer, not sure whether I’m talking about the plan or the woman who’s doing it. Or both.
“I was never a nature scout,” Viv tells me as she threads the rope around my wrists and through the openings in the wooden slats. “So, I don’t know how long this is going to hold. I could probably get on my phone and Google it, but I’m a little busy right now.”
“You do seem preoccupied,” I say, looking up at her handiwork. “But don’t worry about it. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Damn right you’re not,” she says, pulling the jump rope taught. “Because this is just the beginning. Now that I’ve got you tied to the bed, the real fun can start.
The woven length is fitted against my wrists, but it’s not painful. It just increases the intensity of what we’re doing, whichis already off the fucking charts. I’m good at sex. I love sex. But it’s never been this good—this playful, this uninhibited—with anyone else.
I watch as Viv shimmies her body down so that she’s lying on her stomach, her shoulders bracketed on either side by my thighs, her head lined up like she’s about to devour my cock.
And then she licks her fucking lips.
My rock-hard dick surges in response.
She wraps her lips around my tip, sucking me in and swirling her tongue over the crown.Hol-y. fuckballs.It takes every ounce of restraint I’ve ever had not to break free of this hold and thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her as she swallows me down.
But that’s not what this is about, so I take a deep breath and watch as she wraps her hand around my base and jacks my cock into her mouth.
It’s the best kind of fucking torture.
Viv’s not shy about taking what she wants. She’s not quiet about it, either and the sounds she’s making are enough to drive me crazy. After a few more strokes, she pops her lips off my shaft and looks up at me, her eyes wide.
“I fucking dream about you. About this. And the reality is even better.” Her words steal my breath for a second, and my vision gets blurry as she takes my length back into her mouth. She’s licking me like I’m a damn ice cream cone and it ‘s a hundred degrees outside.
Every lick and taste is followed by a moan or a whimper, and I look down to see her thighs rubbing together. “Jesus,” I mutter, unable to stop myself because the scene in front of me is fucking scorching. The way she’s writhing on the mattress and sucking on my cock like it the best damn thing she's ever tasted? Knowing that pleasing me is getting her all hot and bothered? It’s a fucking turn on and I can feel my dick thicken in hermouth. She hums her approval and tightens her grip on me. Damn, that feels so good it’s got me pumping my hips. The bed is probably shaking, but I don’t fucking care.
I wish like hell that my hands were free so I could show her just how good she’s making me feel. Instead, I try to put it into words, knowing damn well it’s probably just going to come out in a string of curse words. “Holy shit, that feels in-fucking-credible,” I say, watching her perfectly pouty lips swallow me down. “Fuck, don’t stop,” I say, damn near begging, but not caring.
Viv’s eyes meet mine as she moves her free hand down my thigh. Her touch is gentle, at first, but then she dips her hand low and seconds later, she’s cupping my balls. Sweet fucking hell, I’m on the verge of screaming so loud that my parents might hear me. And they’re in New Jersey.
“Dammit, firecracker, that feels too fucking good,” I say, tugging at the restraints because I‘m ready to break the fuck free. I don’t know what the hell kind of knot Viv made, but all the pulling I’m doing just seems to make it tighter.Fuck. It’s frustrating as hell, but also kinda hot. I like the idea of being at her mercy way more than I should.
“You doing okay there?” Viv asks, her lips swollen and pink from sucking my dick. I know that she’d release me if I asked her to. I know she doesn’t need me to be tied up so that she can have her way with me. I know I could put a stop to all of this in about two seconds, but where’s the fun in that?
“I’m too good,” I answer. “And I’ll be even better when you put your mouth back on me.”
“That was just the warm-up,” she says, licking her fingers before sucking them into her mouth to get them wet.
Holy fuckballs.
She’s got my full-fucking-attention as she trails those wet fingers down my torso and in between my legs. Her mouth findsmy cock again, but I don’t feel her cup my balls. Instead, that warm, wet finger traces the outline of my ass crack.
She lavishes attention on my cock while she looks at me through thick dark lashes. She doesn’t say a word, but she doesn’t have to. The question is in her touch. She wants to know if she can explore. She wants to know if she can keep going. She wants to know if I want to feel her finger teasing my puckered hole.
Most guys would shut down right down. Blow the whistle and call the whole thing off.
But I’m not most guys.
I’m curious as hell.
And I’m down for anything, so I do my damnedest to relax. “Fuck, yes,” I tell her as she teases me again. “Do it, firecracker. Fucking touch me. Get that finger nice and wet and see what it does to me.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, halting all her movements.
“So damn sure,” I say, willing my body to chill the hell down. Her movements are languid and sexy. She knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.
