Page 87 of Bound By Words

“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, sunshine?” I asked, loving how her back arched, and she moaned as I slipped my fingers inside, finding that place I knew could push her over the edge quickly. Her hips squirmed against me as her cries increased, echoing around us in the steamy room.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned into the side of her neck as I felt her pulse against me, sagging in my arms. “That was beautiful. Next time, find me. You know I’m happy to lend a helping hand,” I chuckled as she panted, slowly disentangling herself and turning in my arms.

“I just needed to…” she whispered, ducking her face and pressing her forehead into my chest.

“Don’t feel ashamed for making yourself feel good. Unless I’ve told you otherwise, you can make yourself come whenever you need to. I’ll always want to help, but I know there are times I won’t be able to.”

“I know,” she sighed, not looking at me, but I could tell she was still a little embarrassed. “But you were busy, and I just needed to do something after I finished packing. I didn’t come in here intending to start touching myself, but it felt good, and then I was desperate for a release. It felt like something I could control.”

“You made me so hard when I heard and saw what you were doing. Those little moans kill me,” I murmured, combing my fingers through her wet hair. After a few moments, I reached forward to grab the shampoo, squirting some into my palm before I worked it into her hair. When I got to her scalp, softly scratching, Kelly practically purred against my chest, prolonging my torture.

Her slippery fingers traced down my stomach, grasping me firmly in her palm. I rinsed my hands, halting her movements, even though it felt fucking amazing. “That’s not why I came in here,” I whispered.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” she replied, her slick fist squeezing slightly, causing my hand to shoot out to the tile against the side of the shower to hold myself up. “I was thinking about you when I was touching myself. Imagining what it’d feel like when you tie me up again. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Kell,” I protested, groaning as her other hand cupped my balls. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to play with me. You’ve got a lot going on right now. Maybe we need to ease off….”

She cut me off quickly, her hand roughly pulling on my flesh. “No. He doesn’t get to take this from me, too. The only thing we’re backing off from is talking about this. You’ll tie me to that spanking bench you told me about and make me forget anyone but you exists.”

“Fuck, sunshine,” I panted, feeling the urge to come rising through my body.

“Later,” she giggled, rubbing the place behind my balls that had me shaking.

As the pleasure grew with her insistent touches, I grasped the side of her neck, kissing her roughly as she pushed me closer and closer. Her tongue pressing back against mine with almost equal desperation tipped me over the edge, and I groaned into her mouth as I spurted against the creamy flesh of her stomach and chest.

“Feel better?” she sighed, reaching up to comb her fingers through my hair, scratching at my scalp. She hesitated to touch me when we’d first spent the night together. Now, she was touching me in all the ways I craved without telling her what I needed. She just instinctively got me, and I was still having a hard time believing she was real.

“Let’s get dressed and get out of here,” I whispered as I gently turned her, squirting some body wash on my hands before I cleaned her chest.

“Yes, Sir,” she giggled playfully, wiggling her ass against my spent cock. Reflexively, I smacked her ass, loving how she yelped, and then turned around, giving me a seductive look. “You can do that later, too.”

KELLY

Boston

Following Nathan’s Bronco along the highway kept my mind from wandering once we started to get into the traffic outside of Boston. He’d been extra sweet, keeping his affection from drifting into anything possibly kinky over the last few days—and I hated it. I didn’t want him to treat me like I was made of glass, but I understood he didn’t want to push me into anything.

Before those text messages, I’d been excited about things changing between us, but other than letting me use the bondage tape on him—non-sexually, of course—and going through a few basic rope ties, he’d taken the spicy stuff off the table. But I could tell he was eager to change that as I watched him study the indentations of the rope I’d left on his forearms.

Last night, he’d been borderline desperate, covering his body with mine on the small trailer mattress, making love to me slowly as he whispered sweet things. I’d felt completely and utterly adored by him, shaking as I finally fell apart with his steady motions, but sometimes you needed to be fucked and called a dirty little cum slut.

Part of me felt guilty for thinking it, but the greater part didn’t want him to handle me carefully anymore.

My phone chimed as he pulled into the parking garage of Chase’s building, heading to the level I’d told him the parking space was on.

Chase: If you fucked in my bed, change the sheets.

Kelly: Oh crap, I knew we forgot to do something before leaving the house. Hope the cum stains wash out.

I could picture the hysterical laughter she’d let out at my response, and I knew once she showed Evan, his face would turn bright red, but it was worth it.

Chase: Dirty! I like it, but you didn’t really fuck in our bed, did you?

Nathan knocked on the window, and I responded with a laugh. I unlocked the car door, and he pulled it open, leaning against the frame as he smiled at me. “What’s so funny?”

I pressed send and then handed him my phone.

Kelly: No. But we did on your couch, and your rug, and in your closet, and your guest shower…and the kitchen island.

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