Page 26 of Outside the Lines
A huff, and he returned. Lube, condoms, and a black sash. “I haven’t even started yet.”
“I know.” I focused on the sash and my heart ratcheted up a notch. Lydia liked tying me up, since it drove me crazy. Ian was bigger and stronger than Lydia by far. No doubt he could keep the rest of me immobile with his strength. Open to him. At his mercy.
That smirk told me he’d read my expression. He put the lube and the condoms on the nightstand, and straddled me with one acrobatic motion that had the bed bouncing. His legs pressed against the sides of my chest, warm and tight, his cock so close but too far to suck. I tried anyway, but he pushed my head back against the mattress.
He gave me a wicked smile. “You’re too much.”
Couldn’t help the laugh. “I could say the same.”
“Mmm. Don’t move.” He crawled up, took my wrists and wrapped them with the sash. Cool fabric chilled my skin. Soft enough, but not slick. Wouldn’t chafe, but wouldn’t slip either. I tried to concentrate on my wrists because Ian’s dick was inches from my face, the slit glistening with pre-come. I wanted to suck and taste him again. Hear his groans . . . but I knew better. His bed. His rules. So, Ian’s scent engulfed me, my balls and cock throbbed, and the sash tightened around my wrists. I let out a whimper, then another because the first helpless sound had felt so good. Slyly tortured by a cock, inches from my lips, that I’d been forbidden to touch.
Ian sat back and slid his ass over my shaft. The heat, the sudden weight of him, and the way he moved over me sent sparks up my spine. Breath left my lungs and I pulled against the sash. “I’m gonna come. If you do that . . .” I didn’t want this to end, not yet, but I was so on edge.
“Be a shame if you did.” Ian rocked on me. “Especially before I fucked you.”
He didn’t want me to hold back, so I gave in to the gasps and moans when he skimmed his hands up my chest and kneaded my pecs.
“Thing is, I want to see you come like this.” He leaned forward and ground his cock into mine. “Undone by a sash and a little frotting.”
Yeah, and also the way he stared at me, that openmouthed smile, like I was the only guy in the world he wanted. The sweat at his brow, how his hair fell over his forehead . . . It was all too much. “Oh god, I can’t last much longer.”
His lips grazed mine. “Then don’t.”
When he kissed me, the world vanished but for his body, the heat and friction between us, and my utter helplessness. He sipped my groans and whimpers and curses, all while I twisted beneath him. His rhythm was insistent as were his bites and nips and the wicked whispers that ghosted over my skin. “Yeah, that’s it, Si. Come on. I know you want to.”
I couldn’t string words together, only grunts and moans. The tension was so close to cracking into bliss and light. I only needed . . .
“I want your come all over me.”
. . . that. Ian’s dirty voice in my ears. Desperate sounds poured out of me into Ian’s kisses, and I came and came until we were slick and I couldn’t see or think.
As I floated back down, Ian grazed his teeth over my chin. “So fucking hot.”
His cock was hard against my stomach and every inch of me tingled. I pulled at the sash. Still snug and tight. Comforting in a way. “Yeah.” I sounded as breathless as I felt. “God, I can’t believe you want me.”
He coughed a laugh. “Si, you’re gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want you?”
Most men. And a whole bunch of women, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. He was like Lydia—biased as all hell. “I’m grateful you do.”
He landed a kiss on my nose. “Still want you. Still plan to have you. Figure I can get you up again before the night is done.” He worked down my body and took my flagging dick into his mouth.
Totally unfair, especially given how sensitive I was. I arched against the rasp of his tongue and lips as he licked and sucked me clean and damn if I didn’t start rising to the occasion. I guessed there was still a bit of teen left in my bones, or at least in my dick.
“Goddamn, I love how you taste.” Such warm breath, and there was that zing again, but this settled somewhere in my chest, heating me in a way that had nothing to do with how much I wanted him inside me.
Words sawed through my brain and spilled out my lips. “You . . . are amazing.” Not the most clever response, but I was never good at talking romantically. Usually left my partners giggling.
Ian wasn’t laughing, though. He grinned, and licked up the rest of my spunk. No one had ever done that before and his mouth left me hissing and shaking against the bed. He traced his hands down my body and sat on my feet. “There you are, every inch for me tonight.” He stroked my hips.
A lazy thought drifted through my hazy post-orgasmic mind. Pre-orgasmic? Because I was hard again. “You’re gonna break me.”
His chuckle was wicked. “Yeah, maybe.” He was up and crawling, but this time to claim a condom and the lube. “But I’m good at putting stuff back together.”
The rip of the foil rolled over my body, and sparks tingled at the back of my head. “Better be. Gotta work tomorrow.” By Ian’s side too. I was so fucking lucky.
Lube next, and he made a nice show of slicking his dick before he circled my hole and pressed a finger inside me. “Fuuuuck.” Another long moan for Ian. I loved being breached. The sting, the intimacy, the rise of pleasure that curled in my balls. I spread myself wider for him. I wanted a hell of a lot more than his finger. “Can we—skip the prep?”
“My bed, my rules.” His smile alone made me twist on the sheets, then he finger-fucked me fast and I arched for him, any curses lost in the groans at the back of my throat. “Besides, I like seeing you like this.”
