Page 85 of Just Say (Hell) No
She’d been out of breath since they started running. Now, her heart was doing some kind of mad dance, and the shiver wasn’t from cold. “We can have our party without it,” he said. “That’s your choice, too.”
She looked into his eyes and saw heat. And urgency. She saw red for power and passion, but she didn’t see anything bad. She swallowed and said, “I choose you, then. And if I change my mind, I’ll say. Thought you were in a hurry.”
She saw his smile, starting slow and then growing, heard a faint ripping sound, and then he’d set the roll down and was holding a strip of black. He came down over her, and she was glad for his heat.
She thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he laid that black strip over her eyes, and the world went dark.
No stars now. No moon. She said,“Marko,”but he was shoving her knees up to her chest and saying, “Keep them there,” in a voice from which all the silkiness had vanished. After that, he took her hands, put them on either side of her calves, and she was already whimpering.
She felt the tape wrapping around her wrists, her calves, fastening them together, and then she felt it going around her again. He said, “If you tug, it’ll loosen. If you tell me to let you go, I’ll stop and do it.” She heard a rustle, and knew his jeans were coming off. She wanted to see him, and she didn’t. She was halfway there already, and he hadn’t touched her yet.
And then he did. The heat of his big body coming down over hers, holding himself up somehow, probably on his palm, and then the soft sleeping bag falling over them both, all the way to her neck. His hand shoving her hips over so he could get on top of her, and then the brush of his lips on hers. She was opening her mouth, needing him deeper, but not able to pull him in. It was frustrating, and it was so exciting.
She didn’t need to pull him in. He was already doing it. His tongue in her mouth, his hand in her hair. He whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so good tonight. So hard, and so deep. You’re going to be so tight for me. That OK with you?” and she couldn’t even answer, only moan. She felt his smile against her neck, and he said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He bit her neck, and then he did it again, and she was shaking. His hand was stroking down her bound arm and up it again, and his mouth was moving down her body. At her breast, settling in there. Moving her body upright again so the other hand could play with her other breast, pinching gently, then not so gently, until she was pulling at the tape, her wrists tugging against her calves, and crying out.
And when his palms were on the backs of her thighs, and his mouth was on her? She’d already started to rock. As good as it had felt before when he’d held her wrists, when he’d spread her thighs with his hands? This was so much more. This was… helpless.
No modesty. No power to move away. She couldn’t even see what he was doing, or what he was planning to do next. When he put a finger inside her, she gave a pained cry, and when he added another one, she tried to move, and couldn’t. His hand. Hismouth.Harder and softer, teasing nibbles and mind-blowing suction. When he took his fingers out of her, she missed them, but she didn’t complain until she lost his mouth.
“No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop,” he said. “No worries. Just going to add a little extra.”
“I don’t think I can take extra. Just keepdoingit.” She couldn’tsee.She couldn’t move. It was maddening. It was turning her liquid.
The buzz, first, and then the touch. Vibrating. Circling. Closer and closer.
He’d never donethatbefore. For that matter, nobody had. She’d never been a multiple-orifice kind of girl. But that circling… it feltgood.“You can say no.” His voice dark, rough as sandpaper. “Or you can say yes.”
“Uh…” She tried to shift, and he circled even closer, then retreated, all the way up to her tailbone, because her lower back was off the ground. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. But be… uh…”
“Careful,” he said. He had a hand over her now, was rubbing her in the way that felt best. Not hard, and not aiming straight for that magic button, but just below it, so the vibrations went everywhere. And he was slipping that little bullet vibrator closer… closer… teasing at the entrance, and then, when she was gasping, slipping it inside.
She tensed, called out, and said, “Now. Now. Please. Oh.” And he kept that bullet going, set his mouth to her, and she pulled at the tape, wailed out the pleasure, and came like a freight train. Head banging, body shuddering and spasming, all the way gone.
It took every bit of self-control he had not to do something he shouldn’t. He’d kept to his timeline and his plan all the way until he’d shoved that vibrator up her sweet little arse and she’d started to come. Seeing her trussed up, blindfolded, open and helpless… he wasn’t going to be able to last.
He left the vibrator where it was, because that was feeling good, and he wanted to see her mouth stay open. He wanted to hear her scream again. And when he shoved her legs to one side and pushed himself slowly inside her? She was so tight, tied that way, that he groaned, swore, and held himself still. She was still convulsing around him, and that was almost too much right there.
“Marko,” she said.“Marko.”
“Yeh,” he managed to grit out between his teeth. “I’m here.” Like he could be anywhere else. “Tell me.”
She was going to tell him to cut the tape, to take out the vibrator. He was going to have to do it.
That was when he felt the ground start to vibrate.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Please. Marko. Fuck me hard.”
Oh, bloodyhell.The vibration was growing, too deep for hearing, butthere.And he was plunging deep, she was coming again, or still, and he was swearing, every filthy thing he could think of. In Basque. In English. He was telling her everything he’d ever wanted to do to her, everything he was doing to her now, unable to help himself, and she was keening. Beneath them, the ground was shaking, and around them, the noise was growing. Thundering.
A herd of elephants. A stampede, almost on them now. The whistle piercing the night. And the hurricane was here. The rumble. The shake. The roar. The engine sweeping past, then the long line of boxcars and tank cars and refrigerator cars. Shaking the ground, and them, to the bone.
Noise. Vibration. Nyree calling out,“OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod,”her body pulling the orgasm out of him, and he was shouting. He was shaking. He was losing his mind.
She was wrecked. Boneless. Somehow, she realized vaguely, Marko had got all the tape off her, and it hadn’t stuck at all. Must be special. The stars wheeled overhead, and the vibration was dying out under them, around them, the hum from the rails fading away. And Marko was lying over her, propped on his elbows, rubbing her wrists, kissing her mouth.
