Page 96 of Tied to You
I tease him, slowly lifting to my toes, causing friction between us. I lick up his neck, my fingers curling the bottom of his t-shirt into my palms. I’m hungry for him. All I can think about is losing myself in the big, strong man standing before me.
He lifts his arms above his head, allowing me to remove it, before his hands are sliding down my arms, holding my hands behind my back with one of his. The other moves south, cupping me from behind. “You still have it in?”
I nod. The butt plug he bought me still in place from a few hours ago.
“Show me.”
I reach up to kiss him, but he moves back, making me fall forward a fraction. Oh, he’s playing dirty. He twirls one finger in the air, signalling for me to turn around, smirking at me before he bops me on the nose, gently.
Obliging, I slowly turn, making sure to brush my arse against him as slowly and seductively as I can. I hear him growl, and that’s enough for me to happily do what he wants, knowing exactly what he likes.
Releasing my hands, I kneel on the edge of the bed, then slide my hands across the new sheets keeping my arse in the air.
The low moan from him tells me I’m doing good. He steps forward, running his hands up the backs of my thighs and over the curve of my bum. The heel of his palm, presses against the small handle protruding out from me, causing my muscles to tighten around it.
The feeling is delicious, especially where I’m so turned on and ready for him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” There’s no pain. Only pleasure.
“Good.” He smacks my arse for good measure, causing tingles to race up my spine. “Stay there.” Then he walks to a dresser, pulling open a drawer and grabbing various items. I can’t see what any of it is, but the fire in my belly is stoked, burning brighter in anticipation of what he’s got planned. My biker boy may be an outlaw on the cusp of running a drug empire, but when we’re in private, he’s a sex god.Mysex god. Getting over his bachelor past wasn’t easy, but knowing I’m the one reaping the rewards in his future, feels pretty bloody brilliant.
“Crawl up the bed.”
I do as I’m bid, no hesitation. I know he’s standing still behind me simply watching.
The sound of his jeans hitting the floor, followed by the removal of his boxers and the light pad of his feet on the carpet makes my heart flutter. He’s naked. The bed dips behind me, and I instinctively arch my back, basically offering myself to him. But he won’t take it. Not yet.
His back curls over mine and he lifts each of my hands in turn, pressing them against the headboard. Reaching forward, a hidden contraption is revealed, and he loops the leather strap over both my wrists, giving it a tug, making it tighten. “That’s better.”
“You’re a sex fiend, biker boy.” I try to pull myself up the bed, wondering what other hidden devices he installed on this bed, but his palm presses in between my shoulder blades, forcing me to keep my head down. The curve of my spine isn’t painful, but I can already feel the blood starting to drain from my arms. I give the strap a light rattle, letting him know I’m not entirely comfortable.
“Only for you.”
Smack.
His palm connects with my arse.
I jolt.
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he says, licking my lips before I open.
Travis slides something cold and metal over my tongue, and my eyes widen at him. It’s big. “You look fucking beautiful right now.”
Smack.
His hand caresses where he hit, then he bends, placing a kiss over the area. The lid of a bottle pops, followed by the telling sound of lube beingsquirted into his hand. “This might be cold.”
He slides my thong down past my hips, and I lift my knees for him to remove it. My back arches further when the icy gel is rubbed over my pussy, his fingers meticulous in making sure every inch of me is covered. Then he begins small circles on my clit whilst simultaneously closing the lid of the bottle and placing it on the bed.
Gently, two fingers press inside me, and I moan around the plug in my mouth. My saliva is pooling in the corners, but without my hands free to remove it, I feel a small trickle running down my neck. Oh God. This is going to be messy.
Keeping a steady rhythm with his fingers, he pushes, pulls, twists and curls, the tender strokes delicate and calm. My body begins to heat up, and I spread my legs a little wider, anchoring my torso on my elbows as my hips begin to steadily rock back against him.
He raises his palm again, pushing the heel of it against my bum, so that with each fall of my hips, I feel the pressure deep inside. He stays like this for what feels like an eternity, slowly and teasingly working me up until I’m soaked and in need of release.
