Indelibly Intimate (11 page)

The thought of her using that cloth to tie him down and have her way with him made his blood burn even hotter.

Propping one fist on her hip, she gave the belt a playful twirl with the other. “Let’s just say you’ve brought out an adventurous side of me that could use a bit of exploring. So what’s it going to be, big boy? Do you let me have my way…” She trailed the soft cloth over his erection, sending wavelengths of lust to tighten his balls. “Or do you sleep alone this weekend?”

It wasn’t a difficult decision.

Chapter Eleven

Quinn hoped he couldn’t tell how nervous she was. She was keeping it cool, letting the end of the robe’s belt drag across his bare skin. She didn’t know what kind of devil had sat on her shoulder and prompted her to think about tying him up and riding him like a mechanical bronco at a bar, but damn if the idea didn’t make her hot. If he’d only say something instead of staring at her like, well, like she was made of cotton candy and he was a sugar addict.

“Sparky.” His hands came up, palms outstretched as he offered them to her. “You can do whatever you want.” She grinned and reached for him but before she could grab him, he lifted a finger in the air. “Under one condition.”

She rolled her eyes. “What?”

“During the night, I’m all yours. That means during the day? You’re mine.”

Her mouth went dry. He lay there completely naked, letting her ogle and fondle his nudity, agreeing to let her torture him in whatever manner she saw fit but he was completely in control of this situation. The thought both tantalized and terrified her.

She nodded. “You’ve got a deal.”

The corner of his mouth curled and he gave her his hands without resisting. She tried not to notice how hungry his eyes looked as she looped the soft terrycloth around his wrists. Tried not to feel the slight calluses on his palms as she passed the belt under itself to knot it. Tried to ignore his body shifting closer to hers as she doubled the knot, the radiating heat that penetrated into her pores and streamed directly to her lower belly. She bit her lip as she tested the bond. It held.

Leaning back to admire her handiwork, she nodded. The stark white of the robe’s belt made his tattoos stand out, both the color on one arm and the black-and-gray work on the other. He shifted, his leg falling to the side, and she nearly swallowed her tongue when she saw how hard he’d gotten while she tied him up.

His voice was deep, husky with lust when he spoke. “Well, Sparky, you’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?”

It was a good question. One that deserved a creative answer. Instead of speaking, she reached for the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head. His sucked-in breath was loud in the otherwise quiet room as he took in the sight of her naked breasts, their tips hard with desire. She tossed the tank on the other bed and turned back to him. His bound hands reached for her but she moved back.

“Nope. You can’t touch until I say you can.”

His frustration was plain but he didn’t argue. He just placed his bound hands above his head and waited. The adrenaline of having control crashed over her and she began to understand why people got off on this kind of shit. They’d barely touched each other and her pussy already throbbed with need.

It was time to crank up the volume. He was a big boy. She was fairly certain he could take whatever she could dish out and then some. Her shorts were soon atop her tank, discarded on the empty bed.

Kneeling beside Hammer, she traced the tattoos on his left pectoral muscle. “I really enjoy your body, you know?”

She reclined on her elbow beside him, her breast perilously close to his mouth. His warm breath blew over her nipple as she spoke.

“Like your chest here. These muscles.” She rubbed it harder, reveling in the feel of his skin. “And these…” She let her fingers trace the contours of his defined abs. “These are pretty damn delicious, you know?”

She squealed as his lips closed around her nipple. She jerked back, forcing him to release her breast with a slight popping sound. “No sir. I didn’t say you could do that.”

He didn’t look the least bit regretful. “You put it near my mouth, I’m not responsible. I may have agreed to let you do what you want but I’m not a saint.”

She nodded. “Fair enough.” She swung a leg over his torso, facing away from him. “Best to remove temptation from you then.”

It was hard not to groan aloud at the touch of his skin against her sensitive pussy lips, moist as they were. She rocked a little, tilting her head back at the slick feeling of skin on skin. Grasping his muscular thighs, she let her hair fall forward, the tips just grazing the end of his cock.

“Sparky.” His voice was strained. “This isn’t really better.”

She laughed to herself. “Isn’t it? I’m sorry. How about this?”

Scooting back ’til she sat on his chest, she bent low and took only the tip of his cock into her mouth. After swirling her tongue around the silky-smooth skin, she licked across the slit, gathering a salty drop of his desire.

His groan was more than enough encouragement to continue the torture. Her tongue and lips working in tandem, she kept her contact only at the sensitive tip, moving with his hips as they shifted restlessly, encouraging her to take him deeper.

“Babe, you’re killing me.”

You think this is bad…
She wiped her mouth. Rising up on her knees, she looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were dark and hungry as he stared back at her.

Slowly, deliberately, she ran her hand down the side of her body, brushing her breast, her waist, then down the curve of her ass. Dragging a finger down the valley there, she watched as his throat worked.

“Spread your cheeks, let me see what you’re doing.”

She shook her head. “No. Don’t ask again, or I won’t suck your cock any more tonight.”

He let out an angry sigh but nodded.

The skin of her thigh grew goose bumps as she ran her hand down it and then up higher until she reached her throbbing core. Leaning back, she braced herself on his chest while she rubbed the silky wetness of her pussy between her fingers.

“Are you touching yourself? Are you rubbing your clit?”

Her fingers delved deeper, finding that hard nub as if his whispered question forced her to it. “I am. I’m rubbing my pussy and thinking about this hard dick I’m going to be riding soon.”

“Does that get you wet?”

Her forefinger slid into her opening, the warm softness gripping her. “Can’t you feel it?”

He nodded.

She thrust another finger inside herself, coating both digits with her slick honey. With a regretful sigh, she removed them from her body and swung her knee over him.

Leaning close to his mouth, she spoke. “Does it make you crazy when I masturbate on top of you?”

He nodded, his gaze never leaving her mouth.

“Do you want a taste?”

He swallowed. “Yes.”

“Keep your lips closed.” She rubbed her fingers against his mouth, leaving it shiny with the moisture from her body. “Okay.”

His tongue darted out, tasting her on his lips. “You’re sweet.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, closing his eyes as if savoring the flavor of her pussy.

“Want more?”

He nodded.

Her excitement growing, she swung her leg over his chest, straddling him as she faced the foot of the bed. “Whatever you can reach, you can have.”

He didn’t waste a second. He spread her cheeks and his tongue delved between the folds of her pussy. She cried out in delight as his mouth separated the petals, unerringly finding the throbbing cherry that begged to be touched.

“Suck my clit.” The demand came from deep inside her and he obeyed quickly, his lips and tongue worshipping the hard little ridge. She steadied herself on his thighs, nearly collapsing at the delicious feeling.

“Harder,” she gasped, writhing against his talented mouth. “Suck harder. Bite.”

The delicate nip nearly sent her over the edge into orgasm. She didn’t want to come so quickly. She needed to distract herself. Gripping the base of his cock, she plunged him deep into her mouth.

He stopped sucking at her pussy long enough to moan in pleasure. Her hand and mouth worked him, up and down, as she tried like hell to hold on. He lost another drop and she swallowed it down like liquid candy. His fingers dug into her ass, his lips played her pussy like a virtuoso with a violin and she sucked his cock for dear life. Something would have to give, and soon. Damn if she knew what.

Hammer was in fucking heaven. Quinn sprawled atop him, her sweet pussy against his lips, her mouth wrapped around his cock as if she never wanted to fucking let go. She twisted and moaned as she sucked. It wasn’t going to take long for either of them at this point.

Like a junkie trying to kick the habit, he reluctantly removed his mouth. “Quinn, I won’t last much longer like that. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”

Even though he’d sort of suggested it, it was nearly a crushing blow when she released his cock. The cool air of the room seemed cruel after the heat of her mouth.

“Where are your condoms?” She moved off him and stood.

“In my suitcase. Front pocket.”

She was back only a brief moment later, the gold foil packet already ripped open. She bent over, rolling the condom over his cock. He held as still as he could. It wasn’t fucking easy. The way she’d teased him had definitely torqued up his need.

“Do you want to untie me? I promise I’ll do what you say.”

She climbed onto the bed. “No. Stay there. I want to ride you.”

The delicious image was soon replaced by reality as she straddled him. Caressing his pecs, she lifted her hips above his straining cock. Keeping eye contact with him, she lowered herself slowly onto his stiff erection.

They both groaned as her heat enveloped him. Hammer pulled his wrists against the bonds, trying like hell to focus on the slight sting of the fabric instead of the soft grip of her pussy on his turgid cock. But then she began to move, and even chafing his wrists raw couldn’t distract him from the sweet slide of her tight sheath.

Her fingernails delicately dug into his skin as she increased the rhythm. Her breasts bounced with the movement, drawing his attention like no other sight ever could. His breath came harder as he thrust upward, needing to be deeper inside her more than he needed anything else in the world. Food, water and air be damned.

She sat up, shoving her hair back as her body took complete control. Hammer held on, trying like fuck to keep from coming. She was taking him so deep, it was so hard to stay calm. But he hung on, sweat beading across his body from the effort.

“Your breasts are so beautiful, bouncing while you fuck me,” he whispered to her. “I want to rub your clit. Will you let me?”

She was apparently past words at that moment because she nodded.

Reaching forward with his bound hands, he placed one on her lower belly so his other could delve into the sweet folds to find her clit. When his thumb brushed it, she gasped and leaned back.

“Keep moving,” he said, lightly rubbing around her clit with his thumb. “You want to come, don’t you? Keep moving up and down on my cock. You like how it feels inside you, don’t you? You like to ride me.” He increased the pressure. “You like to fuck me, you like to tie me up and treat me like your sex toy. Then do it, Quinn. Take what you want.”

Her pants became moans and her moans became throaty cries. He kept up the pressure of his thumb, grinding against her clit as her hips pistoned on his cock. He wouldn’t be able to last, it was too much, she was too tight and fucking him so good…

Her body shook and a flutter ran through her pussy that shattered the last strand of his control. He thrust up, into her hard. Hot jets shot from him, flooding the delicate grip of her body. She collapsed on his chest, shuddering as her own orgasm claimed her.

Hammer brought his bound wrists over her head so he could hold her closer. Damn if his little firecracker hadn’t just blown his fucking mind.

His heartbeat slowed gradually but he didn’t move and neither did she. She wasn’t a tiny woman but he didn’t care. As far as he was concerned, she was perfect and if she wanted to spend the next ten hours draped over his chest with her sweet pussy wrapped around him, he’d lay right there and be ecstatic about it.

Unfortunately for him, several moments later, she lifted her head.

“Wow.” She wrinkled her nose, little self-consciously. “I guess I should untie you, huh?”

He wanted to protest as she slid off him but he didn’t say anything. She picked at the knot without looking at him.

“Quinn,” he said seriously.

“What?” She bit her lip and kept her attention on the knot.

“You can tie me up whenever the hell you want.”

Her fingers stilled as she smiled at him. “Really?”

He nodded. “Anytime.”

She pursed her lips, that wicked twinkle sparkling in her eyes. “You got it.”

She removed the robe’s belt from his wrists. Once his hands were his again, he wrapped his fingers behind her neck. Pulling her close, he pressed a kiss to her lips.

“What was that for?” she laughed.

“I felt like it.” He winked at her.

A quick cleanup later, Hammer pulled his boxers over skin still tingling and sensitive from Quinn’s impromptu bondage session. He sighed as he sank back into the covers. It had been an experience he’d love to repeat.

The splash of water silenced and Quinn came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. Her jaw widened with a yawn she didn’t cover as she flopped onto the empty bed.