Full Court Press (17 page)

He thought for a moment and then his eyes lit up. “I do, don’t I?”

Her heart rate picked up a little, anxious and excited at the same time.

“I’m just not sure if...” She trailed off, not really sure what she was trying to say.

“You’re nervous.”

She nodded.

“But you want to try it, right?” he asked very clearly.

She nodded again, more fervently this time.

“Well, we’ll have to take it slow then, won’t we?” He leaned forward and surprised her with a kiss on the lips. She opened her mouth immediately, welcoming his tongue while giving him a taste of her own.

The soft stroking of his tongue calmed her nerves yet caused her heart to race faster, which was perfect.

When their lips parted, Carmondy wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “But...this will be just between us, right? I mean, I know that Anderson and Kendall can read me like a book but...this part, the details, it’s private.”

“This is no different from the first time,” he assured her.

She was confident he wouldn’t tell anyone. He didn’t have to brag for people to know that he got pretty much whomever he wanted, however he wanted them. “Have you ever...done it like this before?”

He shook his head. “I’ve never put that kind of effort into sex. For me, it’s usually just a quick get-in, get-out kinda deal...but it sounds damn fun.”

“But if I can’t touch you, then how can I get you...”

He smiled at her concern. “Oh, that’ll take care of itself, trust me.” He pushed against her hips and she knew that he was right. He was already up and ready to go. In fact, if two layers of denim didn’t separate them, he’d be there already.

“Come on.” He wrapped both arms around her to pick her up and carried her into his bedroom. He dropped her on his huge soft bed and looked down at her. “Now, I’ve never done the dirty talk thing during sex, but like you said, I think I’ve got it down pretty well.”

He crossed the room to open one of the two huge built-in closets. He rummaged around for a moment before coming up with the piece of foam sex furniture. It was covered in black fabric, two pieces attached together like Kendall had said. Four cuffs dangled from somewhere near each corner, strategically placed, no doubt. When he got closer, she could see that there were other places for the cuffs to buckle all along each side, probably to allow for many different positions.

Beck put the piece of furniture on the other side of the bed and then came back over to her side.

He didn’t get on the bed with her but stood over it. “These clothes aren’t gonna take themselves off.”

“No?” she teased, sliding off the bed.

He pulled her close to kiss her again, both hands slipping under her shirt and pulling it off. She grabbed his shirt too, pulling it over his head to reveal the tight muscles of his chest and abs.

While they kissed hungrily again, Beck’s arms slipped around her back to unclasp her bra. Carmondy shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop off her body and suddenly Beck’s hands were all over her. As they kissed, his hands roamed across her back, stomach, hips, chest, ribs, everywhere. One hand came up the back of her neck and pushed into her hair, holding her head tightly against his. By the time Beck paused for a break, she was breathless.

His hands grabbed her ass tightly and pushed his hips against hers, making it obvious that he was ready.

Carmondy’s breath caught in her throat and suddenly she reached for her jeans, wanting them off. She slipped them down and then kicked them off, along with her underwear.

Beck made a sound of approval and caught her lips in a kiss again. His hand found a breast and massaged it lightly.

She gasped and pushed her body closer, reaching between them to undo his jeans and push them down. She got them down as far as she could before dropping to her knees to pull them the rest of the way off.

“Jesus Christ,” Beck breathed.

Then she realized how she must look, naked, kneeling in front of him. She smiled a little. It hadn’t been intentional but it sure was exciting. She was glad to know that it affected him. She got his jeans all the way off and stood up. He was wearing boxer briefs today, black ones. White boxers had looked sexy on him, but these were better. They showed off his heavily muscled thighs and ass, not to mention his package.

While she was gazing, he got impatient, yanked the boxer briefs off and grabbed her, pulling them both down onto the bed.

Carmondy glanced at the piece of sex furniture and her heart seemed to race faster. That was probably a good sign.

Beck kissed her deeply before pulling back. “Ready?”

She nodded fervently, her chest heaving and her blood pumping quickly.

He smiled at her enthusiasm. “Okay, but if it gets to be too much or you get uncomfortable just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?”

She nodded again, a little surprised that he was reassuring her.

He maneuvered them over to the piece of furniture and pushed her over it, face down. Beck’s hand smoothing over her ass was almost too much to resist but she turned over onto her back. He didn’t attempt to stop her and the position was actually really comfortable.

“I like to watch,” she explained.

He smiled. “I think I like this better too. You’d be so...open.”

She nodded, her eyes trailing down to his hips, wondering if she was going to have to wait long to get it.

He leaned over her and kissed her before he took a wrist and fastened the cuff around it securely. He shifted and did the same to the other wrist. Her hands were now up near her head, exposing her chest.

She tugged on the bonds to see if they were strong. She trembled in excitement. It was just like the dream. She couldn’t use her hands to cover or protect herself now, couldn’t push him away if she wanted. The cuffs where thick and fastened with buckles Beck had tightened so they were secure. It wasn’t chains and leather, but it had the same effect. She wasn’t getting free until Beck released her.

She looked at Beck, who had been waiting to see if she was okay with it. She nodded and shifted her hips restlessly. Her feet were resting on the bed, and the end of the furniture that her hips rested on was slightly higher than her shoulders. This elevated and angled her hips at a nice position for Beck.

He spread her legs wide, a little wider then she had expected, making her tremble. He attached the remaining two cuffs to her ankles securely, then shortened the part that held the cuff so that her ankles were pressed against the fabric and she had to point her toes to touch the sheets. This spread her legs apart even farther, and she felt that much more exposed. She pulled against these bonds experimentally and found it just as exciting that her legs were spread wide and there was nothing she could so do about it.

Beck leaned over her and kissed her lips. She moaned against his mouth. This was going to be harder than she thought.

She lifted her hips as best she could, trying to get what she desired.

Beck pulled back. “Ah, ah, not so fast.”

She bit her lip and remembered her dream, wondering how much of it Beck was actually going to employ.

He sat back for a moment and just looked at her.

“Beck...” She tugged on the restraints and tried to thrust her hips out more.

“Hmm?” Beck came close to her again but didn’t let her have what she wanted. She could feel it pressing against her inner thigh but he was keeping just slightly out of her reach. He was kneeling between her legs, taking his time to look at her body from that angle. She rolled her hips again but his hand dropped down and pinned them down flat against the furniture.

It was one of the few movements she had available. She wanted to protest, but she didn’t. Beck dropped his other hand between her legs, causing her to hold her breath. His eyes locked on hers as his fingers went to work.

For a moment, it was all Carmondy could do to just breathe. That is, until he found a sensitive spot. Though it was a gentle touch, she couldn’t help but cry out in surprise. She was immediately embarrassed, because they had just barely started and already she couldn’t keep quiet. She pulled on the straps on her wrists and turned her head to one side, trying to escape the sensation that was sure to drive her crazy.

“Look at me,” Beck commanded, his fingers never letting up.

She moaned and tried to move her hips, to gain a little control over her own feelings, but he wasn’t having it. The hand that wasn’t between her legs pressed her hip harder into the foam, keeping her still.

“Look at me,” he repeated, this time using a finger to coax her from the inside.

She gasped and whipped to look him in the eye like he wanted. She bit her lip to keep from making a noise, her chest heaving like she might explode.

Beck was entertained by her efforts, glancing down to look at where his hand met her body. “Look at you, all ready and everything, so soon.” He used only the one finger now, slowly, lazily, keeping her excited but letting her catch her breath. “Do you want it?”

“Yes!” she blurted right away.

He shook his head. “I don’t think you mean it.”

She whimpered softly and struggled against her bonds. He was dragging this out too long. She couldn’t wait much longer...but then again, what was she going to do about it?

“Please...”

“Please what?” he asked.

She opened her mouth to respond but he added a second finger to move with the first and her words cut off with a moan.

“What was that?” he asked, a smile playing on his features.

She took a moment to readjust and get her breathing under control, but it wasn’t working. He was going faster now, not giving her a break.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked in a low voice, looking directly into her eyes.

She nodded eagerly, his tone only adding to her excitement.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I want—” She cut herself off with a loud cry. He had used yet another digit to find her sensitive spot again, putting an unbearable amount of pressure on it. She clenched her teeth tightly and moaned. Then the waves of gratification started to pass through her and she arched her neck, pulling tightly on the bonds to ride them out.

They stopped suddenly. Beck had stopped, and his hand rested over her now. She looked up, disbelievingly. Surely, he wouldn’t stop now?

“You didn’t think I was going to let you have that so easily, did you?” He laughed and ran both hands up her torso, resting on her ribs.

She pulled against her restraints uselessly. “Please, Beck...I need...”

“You need what?” he asked, shifting his hips closer, letting her know exactly where he was. “This?” His sensitive skin barely touched hers, teasing.

She pulled tightly against her bonds and tried to close the distance but it was no use. She wasn’t going to get it until he allowed.

He smoothed one hand over her breast, teasing the nipple a little with his thumb. She took deep breaths, getting air while she could.

Then Beck leaned down, resting his hips against hers, though not in the way she wanted. His lips came down to kiss and nip at her neck. Moving up her jaw to her lips, he kissed her deeply. His tongue pushed into her mouth demandingly, tasting every inch of her. The kiss went on longer than she thought possible. When he finally parted their lips, she was gasping for breath. He nipped her bottom lip before sliding back down her body to kiss her breasts, feather-light kisses that left her wanting more.

“Beck, please—”

His hand came up to put pressure under her jaw, shutting her lips and then brushing his thumb over them. He leaned down close to her ear. “I’ve a mind to you keep you like this all night. Then I could wake up whenever I wanted you and you’d still be here, open, waiting for me.” He put his hand down to rest between her legs again, massaging slowly. “Would you like that? To be exposed, ready for me whenever I wanted you?”

She nodded, pushing her hips up, trying to get satisfaction from his fingers.

He chuckled softly in her ear. “I’m still not sure that you want me bad enough. Maybe I should leave you here for a few minutes alone?”

“No! Please, Beck, I can’t—”

His hand closed her mouth again, kissing her earlobe before using his teeth to nip it lightly. “I’ll give you what you want, on one condition.”

“Anything,” she breathed before thinking, still trying to push her hips against his fingers.

“Ooh.” Beck laughed and pulled back so he could look at her face. “Anything? Really? I think you may want to consider that.”

She didn’t respond, trying to breathe and keep the eye contact.

“No, this request is simple.” He touched her lips. “I need you to not make a noise while I give it to you, not until I say. Can you do that for me?”

She moaned.

“Ah, that counts too,” he scolded.

She gasped. This was going to be impossible.

“Do you think you can manage?” he asked, his fingers trailing down her cheek to stroke the underside of her jaw, keeping her mouth closed. “If you can’t, that’s okay. I’ll just have to step out to give you a few minutes...or an hour...to yourself.”

No!
She wanted to yell but she didn’t, just shook her head urgently.

“So you’ll stay quiet? Until I say?”

She nodded.

“Good girl.”

The possessiveness in his voice made her tremble.

Finally, Beck straightened and put one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh, pushing her a little wider to position himself between her legs. Carmondy bit back a moan as he slowly pushed his hips until they were flush against hers. It happened so slow that by the time he was done she felt incredibly full.

She squirmed under his hands a little bit, waiting, but he didn’t start into a rhythm. She looked up and he was just staring down at her, waiting to see if she would keep her word.

She didn’t know how he could stand it. She tried to rock her hips against his, but he just pushed tighter, keeping their bodies securely against each other.

She wanted to beg, to ask what he was doing, but she knew he was just taunting her. The feeling quickly became overwhelming. On one hand, it was like nothing she had ever felt before but on the other hand, all she wanted right now was satisfaction. She arched her back and pulled on her bonds, trying anything she could to get him to move against her.