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Authors: Lissa Matthews

Tags: #Romance, #Adult, #Fiction, #Contemporary, #General

Twisted Up (11 page)

He held her tight around the back as the swing bounced and swayed on its chains and she came in a flood of heat and wetness and breathless cries. She moved against the muscles in his thighs and felt the ridge of his erection at her hip.

“That’s my Ella,” he said softly, once again nuzzling his face into her neck.

 

Justin knelt in front of her. “Blindfold or not?”

Ella was kneeling naked on the floor in his living room. He’d gotten her to the back porch and stripped the shirt off her after the orgasm on the swing. He’d told her he had something planned for her. He’d wanted to do this yesterday, but hadn’t had the energy after the blowjob on the stairs, followed by sex in the shower, a nap and more sex. She wore him the hell out in the most amazing ways. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“I don’t know. What are you going to do?”

“That wasn’t part of my question. Yes or no?” She licked her lips and wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Ella? Do you trust me?”

She looked at him then. “Yes. Of course I trust you. I just… I don’t know.”

“Then I won’t.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead in what he hoped was a tender, reassuring gesture. He wasn’t going to hurt her, but he wanted to pleasure her, give her something incredible to remember that he’d never tried before.

He stood and backed up a few feet, inch by inch pulling his shirt up his torso, making sure she was watching, making sure she was taking it all in. She liked ogling him, so he figured he’d indulge her. Give her the chance to look her fill.

He tugged the shirt off over his head and dropped it to the couch. He caught her licking her lips and saw her nostrils flare. She was turned on again. Still. Always. Just as he was.

Gliding his hands down his stomach, he framed his cock behind his jeans in a lewd gesture with his hands. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. Her pretty nipples pebbled and if he touched them, he knew they’d be stiff against his fingers, his tongue, between his teeth. He’d bet his life’s savings she was dripping wet too.

Slowly, oh so very slowly, he released one button at a time from its buttonhole. Her eyes were trained on every move of his fingers. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled as she watched. So focused on him, he imagined she’d forgotten she was naked. He didn’t think she cared though. Naked didn’t seem to bother her with him, something he was exceedingly glad about because he loved seeing her bare body.

“Ella?” She didn’t look up or make any move like she’d heard him. “Ella?”

“Huh?”

She still hadn’t removed her stare from his crotch. “Ella, look up at me.” It took a few seconds for her to comply but eventually she did, her gaze leaving a heated trail up to his face. “Good girl. Now keep your eyes on mine.”

She shook her head and looked back down at his jeans where the denim was parted over his hard cock. The damn thing was threatening to spill out for her viewing pleasure, but he wasn’t ready for that. “B-but, Justin…”

She pouted as she locked stares with him, but the hunger was still there. She was fighting hard to do as he’d said, but the struggle was rough. He loosened another button, and she fisted her hands against her thighs. Another button and she bit down hard on her lip. The last button and she whimpered, her eyes full of disappointment.

Justin freed his cock to the cool air of the room and still she kept her gaze on his. He walked toward her and watched as her head tilted back to keep from looking at anything other than his face. She blinked when he stood within inches, close enough that he’d have to tug her head backward slightly to get his cock between her lips, but that’s exactly what he intended to do.

“Don’t look away from me and open your mouth.”

Eagerly she complied. He’d never seen her mouth open so wide so quickly, but the second it was open and his hand was in her hair, he slid his cock over her tongue and deep into her throat. She gagged and he pulled out, only to do it again. She was able to take him now that she knew what he was planning. She started to raise her hands, and he shook his head. She dropped them back to her thighs. “Just your mouth, baby. Open that pretty throat for me.”

She closed her mouth, swallowed, and then opened to him again. She stuck her tongue out, and he glided over it and down. She huffed out a breath through her nose and for a moment, he saw panic in her eyes, but soon it died out.

She was beautiful this way. Hell, she was beautiful any way, but he didn’t know a man alive who didn’t like a woman on her knees with his dick in her mouth. With his free hand, he held the base steady and continued to guide it in and out of the wet cavern. “Such a good girl.”

And she smiled up at him with her eyes. There was happiness in the green orbs even though he couldn’t see as much of the green as he had before this little teasing session began. He extended his leg a little and nudged at her knees. “Spread your legs for me.”

As soon as she shifted and spread for him, he stepped a little closer, slid his cock down her throat a little deeper and held her stare a little longer. No movement, hardly a breath coming from him, just a ton of feeling, both physical and emotional. He could’ve stayed like that for hours, just looking into her eyes, feeling her throat working around his cock, feeling the soft tug on the head, but he couldn’t. She needed to breathe.

He smiled at her and slipped his cock from her mouth then bent to kiss her. Her lips and tongue attacked him as soon as he was within range, the lust and hunger bubbling to the surface and he held her head steady and took everything she had to give.

He knelt in front of her with only minor difficulty, given his hardness. “You’re such a good girl for me, Ella,” he whispered when the kiss broke.

“I try,” she whispered back.

“Why don’t we see how naughty you can be for me now?” With his hand still fisted in her hair, he shifted to the side. From under the couch, he pulled out a length of rope and a Hitachi wand. Only once before had he used one on a woman, and she’d just about climbed the walls. It had freaked them both out, but he soon learned it was from intense orgasms and sensations rather than any sort of fear of the device. He kissed Ella’s shoulder and stood. “Lift your arms over your head.”

She did it, and he gripped her wrists in one hand and began working the rope with the other, winding it around each wrist, twisting it and winding it around the other wrist. He tugged and was happy with the strength. “Is it too tight?”

Ella flexed her fingers, rotated her wrists. “No.”

He pulled up hard on the length he held in his hand. “How about now?”

She shook her head, letting go a moan of pleasure. “No.”

He loved her responsiveness, her openness, her trust in this, in him with this. “Good.” He wrapped the rope again, this time around both wrists, and then threaded it up from the bottom, looping it into a knot, which he secured with yet another knot. He slid his fingers through the loops and pulled upward again. “Now?”

She hissed for him. “No.”

“Too loose?”

“No.”

“Good. Lift up on your knees.” When she was in position, he tugged her arms a little straighter and hooked the rope thought a clip, which was secured to the end of another length of rope he’d flipped over one of the exposed beams crossing the ceiling. “Pull down now.”

He watched her pull, twist and tug and the rope didn’t give one way or the other. He grinned. “Good. You feel okay?”

“A little nervous.” She looked up, her face screwed up in confusion. “When did you do that?”

Justin laughed. “After you went out to the swing. I thought for sure you’d have noticed it when we came back inside.”

“I clearly wasn’t paying attention.”

“Clearly. Ready to play?”

Her gaze found his, full of hope and anticipation, a giddy excitement. “Do I get to suck your cock again?”

“Nope.” For a moment she looked crushed, saddened, but then…

“Sex?”

“Not yet.” She eyed him up and down, her brow furrowed in thought and confusion. He liked the moments she couldn’t figure out what he was up to.

He knelt beside her again and smoothed her hair where his fingers had been embedded before. Leaning over, he licked at one distended nipple and she arched, thrusting her chest forward. He took it as an invitation and suckled more of her breast into his mouth.

After a few moments, he moved across her chest to her other breast. This one he nipped at, biting gently at the tip before laving it with long, slow licks of his tongue.

She twisted in the rope, doing her best to offer more of herself to him and he smiled against her skin, enjoying her insatiable need for sex, for pleasure, for him, for what he could do to her and for her. He never touched her pussy, not as he knew she wanted, but lowering his head, he could smell her arousal, her hunger. The musk was strong, and even from his angle, he could see the glistening wetness on her cunt lips. She was ready.

Justin trailed his fingers up the inside of her left thigh and down the inside of her right one. She shivered. He did it again, this time pausing to stoke the crease between her leg and her pussy. Her breath hitched, and she thrust her hips forward.

“Please, Justin.”

“I promise to.” He kissed her belly, and then sat up. “Do you remember a trivia question either the first night or the second that I joined your group that the answer was Hibachi but someone said Hitachi wand? And the subsequent conversation at the table about sex toys?”

Ella laughed and nodded. “Sex toy talk with half the table sober and the other half drunk on beer…” She shook her head then. “That was interesting.”

Justin laughed at the memory as well. There had been an incredible amount of obscene language, hand gestures and comparing of toys, with the women, including Ella, opting for the pleasure of the Rabbit toy over a normal, everyday vibrator or dildo. However, none had ever tried the Hitachi wand. “Yes, it was. Which brings me to our activity tonight.”

He held up the wand, and her eyes grew wide. Again, he read anticipation, but there was nervousness, uncertainty.

“I-I’ve never used one, Justin.” She licked her lips, and her gaze traveled from one end of the toy to the other.

“I know. I thought your first time would be better if we were both around to witness it. And with you being tied up…” He left the sentence dangling in the air between them. He didn’t say anything further and neither did she as he gave her time to look her fill of the wand.

“Have you turned it on before?” she asked, her bottom lip once again being worried between her teeth.

“Yes. It’s quite powerful. It can be used as more than a sex toy. Very good as a massager I’m told. Here, let’s see what you think.”

He waited for her consent, just a nod of her head, before he turned it on to the low setting. He tried not to smile when she jolted a little at the loud buzzing. Slowly he lifted the head of the wand to the back of her shoulder. She immediately dropped her head forward and moaned.

Running it back and forth over her muscles, he watched as she continued to relax. Her arms lost their tension, and her entire body sagged as much as it could with her wrists bound above her head. Her legs widened and once more she moaned in pleasure. He could only imagine what would happen once he pressed it against her clit.

It was about time to find out.

He switched it off and she simply knelt there, hunched forward. “Are you okay?”

“Mm-hmm. Very much so.”

“You liked it then?”

“Loved it.”

He petted her hair. “Good. Ready to see how much more you can love it?” He fisted his hand in the soft strands and tugged her head up.

“Oh yes.”

Heat filled her eyes as she looked up at him. He bent his head and licked her lower lip, unable to resist a taste of her lush mouth. While he savored and tangled his tongue with hers, he turned the toy on again, still on low and touched it to the top of her thigh.

She started in his hold but soon relaxed, giving in to it.

Lifting his head a scant inch from hers, he watched her eyes as he moved the wand up her body. They darkened, widened, pleaded with him the closer he got to her breasts. Touching her nipple for less than a heartbeat, she attempted to buckle forward. “Too much?” he whispered.

“N-no. More.”

He touched her nipple with the end of the wand again, this time for a bit longer. She jolted but kept her gaze focused on him. Her pupils dilated beautifully, and her breathing became harsher the longer he teased her breast. He moved the toy in a circle under and around her nipple, along the outer edges of her areola, and only when she was whimpering and seeming to gasp for breath did he move to the other breast and give it the same deliberate attention.

“Justin, please.”

He could just see the beginning of tears forming in her eyes. She’d always been responsive to touch, to teasing stimulation of tongue and fingers, but he’d never seen her like this. This was a whole new level for her, for them. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

Taking the toy from her body but leaving it buzzing, he gave her a chance to calm, to catch her breath again, but not for long. He still wanted her on that edge of need because he wanted her to fall over, give over to it, completely lose herself in bliss. He didn’t know if she ever had, not with him, not with anyone, but he wanted to get her there and take her over.

He kissed her mouth once, twice, three times and on the fourth, just as he slid his tongue between her parted lips, he brought the wand back to her body, this time though between her legs. She cried out in his mouth as her body bucked. She was coming. Already she was coming.

He pulled back from the too short kiss to look into her face. He saw shock in her eyes. “Ella? Are you okay, baby?” She nodded. At least he thought she nodded. She made a jerky up-and-down movement with her head that mimicked a nod. He loosened his grip on the wand and started to pull it away from her, but she shook her head.

“No. More. Please. More.”

“You want more?”

“Y-yes. H-harder.”

“Okay.” And so he gave it to her harder. He pushed the wand tight against her clit and turned it on high. Ella screamed as another orgasm shook her. She swayed in her bonds, on her knees. Her nipples were harder and tighter than he’d ever seen them and the urge to draw one into his mouth was strong, but not as strong as the desire to continue watching her face.

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