Page 31 of Something to Someone

God, it was cruel torment listening to the bed rustle without knowing exactly what was happening and not being able to participate.

“Look at this wet spot on your briefs,” she purred, her mouth suddenly next to my ear and the tips of her nails scraping against the fabric stretched around my cock.

I sucked in a shallow breath through my teeth and kicked my hips up to meet her touch.

“No, no,” she tsked. She kissed the shell of my ear, and her hand disappeared. “Keep your hips on the bed, or I’ll tie your legs down, too.”

The idea of her completely immobilizing me, using me for her pleasure and to bring to fruition her dirtiest desires, sounded gloriously devious and erotic. When my ass hit the bed once again, her nails reappeared. She circled what I guessed was the wet spot she’d mentioned and caressed the head of my cock.

A grunt left my lips, and she kissed the sound. Eager for more of her mouth on mine, I chased her lips, but she was too far out of reach. Her little tinkling laughter was farther away.

“You’re leaking everywhere for me, Ryder.”

I nodded, and my mind was foggy from desire.

“You look so good like this,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper like she couldn’t believe what she was admitting. Hell, I couldn’t believe it either. Every second we spent together felt like the culmination of every dream I’d ever had. It was too good to be true.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock since…well, for a while now. But especially since last week.” She continued drawing torturous patterns against my briefs, occasionally squeezing my shaft through the fabric. I had little doubt that the wet spot was growing immeasurably. My dick was weeping to feel her bare hand, her mouth or even better, her cunt.

She shifted again next to my right side and then there was a new sensation. Something warm and wet, her mouth and then her tongue, kissing my fabric-covered cock. It took everything in me not to raise my hips and search for more. But I fisted my hands and fought the urge which she rewarded me for. She kissed and licked up and down my shaft, sucking on the crown and brushing against my balls.

“Please, pretty girl,” I muttered.

“Please, what, Ryder? What do you want me to do?” Her lips migrated up my stomach, peppering quick kisses back and forth across my stomach and over my chest.

“Take my cock out,” I pleaded through gritted teeth then I couldn’t help but add, “and see what you’ve been missing.”

Her chuckle was wry yet sweet. “You think I’m going to be impressed or something?”

“I’m an eternally optimistic person, so I hope so.”

With one final kiss to the corner of my mouth, she moved again, and I held my breath. Mercifully, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my briefs, and I lifted my hips as she slid them down.

She was silent, and I couldn’t take it. Without being able to see her facial expression, I couldn’t begin to guess her thoughts.

“If you’re going to run, just make sure you untie me first,” I joked, tugging lightly on the restraints so they rattled against the bedframe.

But without words, she made her intentions clear. Her soft palm dragged over me, and her fingers encircled my shaft. One long, hard pull, and I almost came right then and there. Gritting my teeth, I knew holding back would be excruciating. But I didn’t know just how bad until she dropped her mouth to the crown.

Her tongue twirled around me, and the hum emanating from the back of her throat vibrated through my shaft. I felt the sound in my balls and down my legs which shook uncontrollably.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Caroline murmured. “And I’m notnotimpressed.”

Her hand worked up and down in a rhythm that would have made my eyes cross if they were open. Her mouth was back on me a second later, and the combination of the two was incredible. She sucked and licked like her life depended on it. Using the spit collecting around me, she twisted her wrist in sync with her skillful mouth. I couldn’t see her, but the sounds she was making were fucking obscene.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” I panted. The telltale tightening in my balls and pressure at the base of my cock began, and there was nothing I could do. A few minutes in, and I was going to shoot my load into her pretty little mouth.

But at the last second, just before I hit the peak, Caroline stopped. Her mouth was gone, but her hand was still there yet unmoving. “Well, we don’t want that, do we? At least not yet.”

I shook my head and tried to even out my breath which was coming in short, staccato gasps. I was already wound up, but the blindfold did exactly as I expected, making every other sense sharper and more potent.

Every brush of her hand felt like an electric shock, and every caress of her tongue was…there wasn’t a word that could describe the perfection of it. But I needed a distraction, and there was only one that would do. One that made my mouth water thinking about sampling the sweet, intoxicating taste once again.

“Sit on my face,” I instructed, then added a desperate, “please,” to get my point across. At that moment, I needed her like I needed the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins.

“I thought you burned your tongue,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. Her hand picked back up again, the same taunting twist of her wrist around my cock, only slower and more deliberate. She was stretching out my pleasure, and I swore I was going to fall into a bottomless delirium.

“I’m fine,” I grunted and reached for her only to be caught by the restraint. A long sigh slipped from my mouth, and I fought to keep any semblance of composure. All I wanted to do was grab her and move her where I wished, but she was in control. And that was just as hot. “Nothing is going to keep me from tasting your perfect cunt again.”

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