Page 110 of Sweet Escape
“You gonna have your way with me?” I smirk.
My eyes lock on hers as she climbs off my lap and removes my jeans, leaving me in just my boxers. “Slide to the top of the bed and put your hands over your head, Cowboy.”
“Cowboy, huh? That’s new.” I don’t know what she has in mind, but I’ll play. This sexy siren side of Olivia isreallydoing it for me. Then again, Olivia in any form does it for me.
She disappears into my closet, returning with a set of ropes I recognize instantly. Quirking a brow, I ask, “When did you steal those?”
“That’s not really any of your business. Arms. Over. Your. Head.” She reiterates her command, punctuating each word as she unravels the rope.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The bed dips as she kneels beside my head, and when she bends over to secure my hands, her belly lines up with my face. Without thinking, I kiss just below her belly button, eliciting a shiver. I’m so distracted, I don’t notice her sliding the ropes over my wrists until they’re already secured to the headboard.
“Where’d you learn how to do a handcuff knot, Livie?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know…”
I tug on the ropes keeping me in place. “Tell me I’m the first man you’ve ever used this way. Tell me nobody else has ever been at your mercy like this.”
“Are you jealous, Wilder?”
“You know I am.”
She kisses my lips, barely a taste, and it’s not enough; it’llneverbe enough. “I like you jealous,” she whispers, “but there’s never been anyone else I’ve wanted to have like this. Only you.”
She crawls backward on the bed with a smirk until she’s positioned between my spread thighs, her head at eye level with my cock, which strains beneath my boxer briefs. She slowly slides her palms up my legs, teasing me with her fingertips. I groan, my hands tugging against the ropes. I want to touch, to taste, to tease, but I’m helpless.
“What’s wrong, Big Guy?”
“You’re laughing now, Pretty Girl, but just you wait until I get my hands on you.”
“That’s not the threat you think it is.”
She licks her lips and loops her fingers around the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down my legs, releasing my rock-hard erection. From this angle, I can see straight down the top of my shirt to the swells of her generous breasts, and I’m dying to see if I can get her to come just by sucking on them.
Her belly grazes against my cock as she licks a trail up my torso, kissing my chest and abs.
“Stop teasing,” I say through gritted teeth.
“But it’s so much fun,” she replies, infusing her voice with a sensual tone I’ve never heard. She’s sin incarnate, and I want to bury myself inside her and never come up for air.
Her soft hand wraps around my rigid length as she flicks her tongue across my nipple, and I almost come right then and there. She repositions herself on her knees and licks the underside of my shaft, stopping at the tip to lick the precum that’s gathered there. When she takes me into her mouth and moans around my length, I feel every vibration.
“Fucking hell, Liv. You keep that up and I’ll be coming down your throat.”
She gazes up at me through her lashes, and I struggle against the restraints, trying to get to her, forgetting for a split second that she has me at her mercy.
I groan out my frustration as she takes me to the back of her throat, over and over, sucking the goddamn life out of me. I’m dangerouslyclose to the edge, but she must know it. She pulls back before I can take the plunge.
Olivia wipes her thumb along her bottom lip, her hooded eyes boring into mine. She kneels over me, positioning my cock at her entrance.
“Fuck yes. Ride me. Take what you need.”
The sound she makes as she sinks onto my length, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, will be etched into my memory for years to come. It takes a few tries before I’m fully seated inside her, her ass flush against my hips. I want to palm her hips, her tits, any part of her, but I’m completely powerless. There’s nothing that will compare to the feeling of being inside Olivia Sullivan, not in a million fucking years.
Her hips rock back and forth, one hand gripping my thigh just above my knee while the other rests on her belly, her head thrown back and her lips parted on a moan. The combination of Liv’s pussy clenching around me and the sight of her on top of me brings me to the brink of orgasm faster than anything I’ve experienced.
Her movements speed up, and she slides one hand between her legs to circle her clit. The sight is so erotic that I have to pinch my eyes shut to stop myself from coming too soon. An involuntary whimper escapes when her fingers brush my shaft.
