Page 42 of Jilted
He laughed as he walked around and stood behind her. Lowering his head, he positioned his mouth near her ear. “Relax.”
His lips closed around her earlobe, tugging on it gently. Amy moaned and tilted her head to the side, giving him greater access. He dragged his lips from her ear and down her neck, kissing and licking her.
“Amy,” he breathed her name as if saying it somehow made all of this that much more real. Brett straightened and placed the tank top over Amy’s eyes, tying it behind her head. She started to stand, but he gently pushed her back down into the chair and leaned close to her ear again. “If you get up again, I will be forced to tie you to the chair.”
Amy opened her mouth, but then quickly closed it and simply nodded instead. Brett smiled. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down the length of her arms. Lacing his fingers with hers, he brought them around behind her, then released them.
“Keep them there,” he instructed.
She nodded again.
Brett went to the refrigerator and took out a bucket of ice. He placed it on the floor next to the chair and stared at Amy for a moment. She was sitting in the chair, blindfolded, hands behind her back, legs spread just enough so he could catch a glimpse of her pussy lips, which glistened with moisture. His cock hardened and then jerked; his hands ached with the need to touch her. Grabbing two pieces of ice from the bucket, he closed his hands around them and then stood behind her again.
“The waiting is killing me.” She laughed nervously.
“Put your head back.” When she did, he leaned over and captured her lips in a teasing kiss. Keeping his mouth on hers, he reached down and cupped her breasts.
Amy pulled away and gasped. “Holy fuck, Brett, that’s cold.”
He chuckled and kept his hands on her breasts, holding her firmly in the chair. “You said you were hot, so I figured I’d help cool you down.”
“What is that? Ice?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Brett walked around and knelt in front of her. He rubbed the ice around on her nipples and then took them into his mouth one at a time.
“Oh God, Brett.” She arched into him and spread her legs open farther.
“Mmm...Your nipples are so hard, Amy.” He put the mostly melted ice cubes into his mouth and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. They hardened even more, which only served to arouse him more.
She whispered his name in that needy, seductive way she had about her, and his dick jerked, ready to be buried inside of her. “Please, touch me.”
He wanted nothing more than to touch her, but first he was going to tease the living shit out of her, make her so wet and horny for him that she’d beg for him to fuck her. Brett once again leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth, the ice swirled with his tongue.
Amy wiggled in the chair, her breathing becoming more labored, louder, mixing with her moans. “Brett, I need more, please, give me more.”
“More what?” He placed his hands on her knees and ran them up the inside of her thighs, his thumbs meeting at her center and pressing against her clit.
“That...oh...God, yes.” She pushed her hips forward, wanting more of him, of his touch. Her head fell back to the chair, and she let out a long, moaning sigh.
The sight of her like that, compliant, ready, spread open for him stole his breath. God, he’d had more than one wet dream about this very thing, about having Amy naked in front of him, about having the freedom to touch her however he wanted. He removed his hands from between her legs and took another piece of ice from the bucket. Popping it into his mouth, he grabbed her thighs and spread her legs. Then he lowered his head and licked her pussy.
Amy gasped again. “More ice?” she whispered.
“Yeah.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she jerked forward, nearly knocking him backward. “Easy, baby,” he crooned. Brett parted her folds and ran a finger down the length of them, pushing his finger deep into her, causing her to moan his name. “You’ve got such a pretty little pussy,” he said as he gripped the ice between his teeth and put it against her clit. Brett let the ice fall from his mouth. All he wanted to do was taste her, make her come.
She wiggled in the chair. “The ice is melting.”
He smiled against her. “Come for me, and then you can get out of that chair.”
“Fuck,” she groaned. Then she speared her fingers into his hair.
Brett pulled his fingers from her and grabbed her hands, pinning them down by her sides. “I told you not to move your hands.”
Looked like he’d have to make her come with just his tongue, which was something he was looking forward to. Resuming his position between her legs, he rapidly flicked his tongue over her clit until she was writhing on the chair.
“I want to touch you, Brett...please, let me touch you.”
“Uh-uh.” He sucked on her clit, drawing it out. “You’ll get your chance. But not now.”
