"Take it off."
I blush. The driver is right there. He can hear us. See us in the rear view mirror probably.
"Don't make me ask again."
I slide the straps off my shoulders. The dress falls to my waist. "Is that enough?"
"The bra." He looks me over. His tongue slides over his lips.
I can't make him ask again. I unhook my bra. The driver is right there. He's about to see my breasts and God knows what else. Still, there's something about Blake's expression. I need to do as he says. That's our deal.
I pull the bra off and throw my shoulders back. Proud. Sexy. Something like that.
His eyes go wide. "Gorgeous."
I'm blushing. Shit. I shift. It's not the most graceful thing, sitting in the backseat of a car with your top off.
Blake undoes his seatbelt. He moves into the middle seat and presses his lips into mine. He palms my breasts, rubbing my nipples with this thumbs. They harden instantly. Every motion stirs up all the desire inside me. Need. Blake. Now. It's the only thing my body knows. Only thing it's ever known.
He takes my hand and places it on his thigh. God, it's good to touch him. His legs are muscular. Strong. He leads me, dragging my hand until it's pressed over his erection.
Stupid slacks. In the way again. Fabric and I are destined for a combative relationship. He releases control of my hand. His mouth moves to my ear. He bites me, harder and harder until I yelp.
Harder.
Little bursts of pain shoot through me. It's all such a wonderful mix. Pain. Pleasure. Blake. Whatever he wants to do to me, whatever he wants from me, it's his.
"Unzip me," he says.
Holy crap. I'm going to get to touch him? My heart races. My breath speeds until I'm nearly panting. I fumble over his belt. Finally, I get it. Undone. I pull down his zipper. Careful. I hear there's nothing worse than getting one of these stuck.
I press my hand against him. Boxers in the way. Always something. But, still, that's Blake. Desire shoots through me. I need to feel him properly. I slide my hand over him.
He grabs my wrist, nails sinking into my skin. "Not until I tell you."
Objections whir inside me, but that isn't how this works. He's in charge.
He sinks his teeth into my neck. "Hands at your sides."
Fine. I press my hands against the back of the seat. He bites me again. Pain shoots through me, waking up every nerve in my body. Yes. I need this. He nips at the skin on my chest. Almost.
His lips brush against my nipple. It's the lightest touch. Somehow more intense for it. My sex pangs with want. Desperate for release. Desperate for him. Just plain desperate.
He sucks on my nipple. No softness. It's so hard it hurts. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, and this little hint of plain. It all whirs around inside me. Wow.
He bites me. I groan and reach for his thigh. He grabs my wrist and slams it against the seat.
"Hands at your sides." His voice is heavy.
Blake wants me, but he's in control. In control of this. In control of his lust.
He returns his attention to my nipple. He bites hard. Harder than he has before. I groan. I fight my instinct to grab onto him. He bites me again.
A mix of pleasure and pain shoots through me. No touching him though. I keep my hands at my sides. I tug at my dress instead. Arch my back instead. I have to do something to contain the sensation or I'm going to scream.
He toys with me, biting harder, softer, harder. Testing me. I dig into the fabric of my dress. I moan. I don't touch him. God, I want to touch him, but he'll only make me wait longer.
He moves to my other nipple and teases it the same way. Pain shoots through me. There's such a tension in my sex. I need his hands. I need his cock. I need all of him.
Blake glances up at me, holding my gaze as he flicks his tongue against my nipple. His eyes are so heavy with lust. It only spurs me on.
Dammit. I still can't touch him. I dig my hands into my thighs but it's really not the same.
He releases me. Shifts back to his previous seat. His eyes connect with mine. He wraps his fingers around my wrist. Yes. Hell. Yes. He places my hand on his thigh.
Slow. I have to go slow this time.
He guides my hand up his thighs, under his boxers, around his cock. Want stirs inside me. I wrap my hands around him. That's Blake. My heart races until I can't keep up.
I look at him. My first good look, really. He's as big as he felt. I rub my thumb over his tip and he lets out a groan.
He grabs me by the hair, his palm flat against the back of my head. He wants me to... I lick my lips reflexively. He nods as if to give me permission.
I plant one hand on his thigh. He guides me into position. My heart beats faster and faster. I'm about to give Blake head in the back of a car. I must have lost my damn mind.
Want pangs in my sex. No, this is perfect. Exactly what I need.
I wrap my hand around his cock, wiping a drop of pre-come from the head. I brush my lips against him. The skin is soft but he's so damn hard.
I take him into my mouth. The tip, to start. He tastes good. Salt and something uniquely Blake. His hands go to my hair. He tugs at it. Hard.
A pang of want goes to my sex. The man is driving me out of my mind, and he's only touching my hair.
I slide my tongue around the tip. Something about it feels so good. It's exactly where I should be. I suck on him. His hips buck. He guides me over his cock.
Blake's groan fills the car. The driver must be looking, but hell if I care. That sound is music. That sound is poetry.
His hands tighten in my hair. He guides my mouth over him, from the tip until as deep as I can go. I follow his motions as he shifts his hips, thrusting into my mouth. He tugs at my hair. It sends little pangs of pain and pleasure around my body. Everything else is a blur.
He tastes good. He feels good in my mouth. I suck on him. Run my tongue along every inch of his cock, testing his reactions. He shudders as I flick my tongue against his tip. Perfect. I do it again. Again. Again. He tugs at my hair. Hard then even harder. It spurs something inside me.
I slide my mouth over him and suck as hard as I can. He guides me. His hips move faster. His hands press against my head, holding me against him. Deeper. Deeper.
He groans. "Kat, I'm going to..."
I suck harder. He tugs at my hair, shuddering and groaning. Harder. Deeper. I dig my free hand into his thigh.
He fills my mouth as he comes. I catch every drop, swallowing when he's done.
"Amazing," he groans.
Something in Blake relaxes as I return to my seat. The car slows to pull onto an off ramp. Damn. Time really flies when you're preoccupied.
I reach for my bra but Blake grabs my wrist.
"Take off the rest of your dress."
Desire shoots through me. I lift my hips to slide it to my feet. Nothing but panties now.
"Those too."
I slide the panties to my feet. They fall over my dress
Blake reaches for my coat and slings it over my shoulders.
I slide it all the way on and clasp all the buttons. Nothing under the coat but me.
God only knows what he has in store for me.
***
This is the slowest elevator ride of my life. I press myself into the corner and hold the coat closed as tightly as I can. Blake fingers the bottom of the coat. He's so very close.
An older woman is riding with us. Very prim and proper. It's an expensive upper west side building. Everyone is prim and proper.
The elevator slows to a stop. Doors open. She gives us a long, disapproving look and steps into the hallway. Doors close. We're alone. There's a camera in the ceiling, but we're otherwise alone.
Blake shifts so he's in front of me. So he's blocking the view of the security camera. He undoes the buttons of my coat. It slides open, exposing my naked front. My mouth goes dry. Want collects inside me. There's something about being on display. It's exhilarating.
H
e runs his fingertips down my body. Lips. Neck. Chest. Stomach. They stop just below my belly button. Almost. Come on.
Patience. Such an ugly word. I absolutely despise it. His eyes are on mine. Same intense expression. How the hell does he stay so in control at times like these? It should be impossible.
Ding. Penthouse floor. Blake's floor. His apartment takes up the entire floor.
We step into the hallway. He shifts the coat off my shoulders, taking it into his hands. My heart thuds. I'm naked in the damn hallway. It's not like anyone can see us. You need a key card to access this floor.
He slides his key into the door. Click. It opens, and I step inside. Dark except for the city lights in the windows. I cover myself with my arms. It's a reflex. Blake pries my arms apart.
"Hands at your sides. I want to look at you."
My breath hitches. I've been on display the whole time I've known Blake, but this is another thing entirely. He stares at me, his eyes wide with lust. He likes what he sees. He likes looking at me.
"Turn around," he says.
I do. My heart speeds. It's such a strange sensation. I'm exposed. Vulnerable. But I like it. I like him looking at me, thinking about me, wanting me. My sex pangs. So much looking. Touching is better. So much better.
He moves closer. I feel his body behind mine. His lips on my neck. His hands on my ass. My synapses fire. His fingertips skim my sex. Yes. Hell yes.
"Turn around," he says.
I do. I slide my arms around his neck and press my lips into his. No objections, he kisses back. It's harder than before. He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me. I hook my legs around him and squeeze my thighs against his waist in a desperate bid to stay upright.
He carries me to the bedroom and throws me onto the bed. My back thuds against the firm foam mattress. An impact but it doesn't hurt. The only thing that hurts is how badly I need release.
No playing around this time. Blake pins me to the bed. The weight of his body sinks into mine. He's heavy and warm. His cock is straining against his slacks, pressing against my cunt. Fabric again. It's become quite the adversary.
He reaches for something. A length of rope with a cuff at the end. An under the bed restraints system. He cuffs my hand and squeezes the rope tight. Then the other hand. My upper body is held in place. I can't move an inch.
Blake drags his lips over my body. The same route his fingers took. Mouth. Neck. Chest. Stomach. Just below my belly button. His breath is warm against me. His mouth is inches from my sex. So. Damn. Close.
He nips at my inner thigh. I shift my hips, desperately trying to make contact. He ignores my plea, dragging his lips all the way to my ankle. He undoes the buckle of my shoe and slides it off my foot. Then there's something else around my ankle.
Rope. Another cuff. He removes my other shoe.
My breath hitches. My heart races. Nerves rise up in my stomach. He's tying my ankles down. I'll be utterly immobile and utterly at his mercy.
Blake cuffs my other ankle. I shift, testing the restraints. They're tight. I have a few inches of wiggle room at best.
He shifts off the bed. A drawer opens. Then he's back on the bed, his crotch planted over mine. He feels so good against me. I need my arms around him. I need more of him. All of him.
"Careful." He lifts my head and pulls something over it. A blindfold. He adjusts it until it's covering my eyes. "Comfortable?"
I can't see a thing. It's total darkness. My body goes into overdrive. Every inch of me is buzzing. Touch me, dammit. Fuck me. The wait is killing me.
"Yes," I say.
"Good." He shifts off the bed again.
There are sounds. Footsteps. He's leaving. What the hell? I tug at the restraints but there's no give. I have no choice but to wait for him.
Anticipation rushes through me. My limbs, my chest, my stomach—everything feels light. His footsteps get closer. He's coming back. My sex clenches. He's coming back. He's going to touch me. I need him to touch me.
I can hear Blake undressing. A button shifting out of a hole. A zipper undoing. Pants dropping to the floor. He's slow. It feels like forever passes.
Tension builds inside me. It's like I'm climbing up a roller coaster, desperately anticipating the release of the drop.
He shifts onto the bed. Parts of his body press against mine. An arm, a hand, his chest. His bare skin sends a shiver down my spine. We're close now.
A cap is undone, and I instantly smell chocolate. My thighs shake. That must be...
He squeezes the bottle. His fingers slide over my lips. Chocolate sauce. Dark and sweet and just a little bit sticky. The good stuff. I lick it off my lips, savoring the feel of it on my tongue. He squeezes the bottle again then slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck hard, until I've consumed every drop.
Something cold hits my neck. The chocolate sauce. Blake draws a line over my collarbone, my breasts, down my stomach. I arch my back, buck my hips. It's the only movement I've got.
He straddles me. Fabric presses against my sex. Dammit. His boxers are in the way. I shift to press my sex against his cock. He feels so good, so close, even with the fabric between us.
Hands press down on my hips. "Not yet."
My breath hitches. My body is on fire. Every inch of me burns with a desperate desire to be touched. Everything is dark, but I can hear Blake breathing. I can feel his fingers sliding up my sides and over my shoulders. He leans closer. His lips make contact with my skin.
He licks the chocolate sauce off my neck. His tongue is wet and soft, but he moves with hard strokes.
Want pools between my legs. He moves down my body, licking every drop of syrup. My collarbone. My chest. His tongue slides over my skin. Pangs of desire rush though me. He stops at my nipples to suck hard. The pressure is intense, so much it hurts, but that’s its own kind of good.
My back relaxes. I sink into the bed under his weight. I soak in the feeling of his tongue.
He traces his steps back up my neck like he's making sure to get every drop.
His lips press into mine. Soft for a moment then hard. He claims me with his tongue. He scrapes his teeth against my lips. Drags his nails over my arms. He tastes like chocolate and sugar and sweat. He tastes fucking good.
I gasp as Blake releases the kiss. I arch my back like I'm begging him to take me to the edge, but that does nothing to speed him. His tongue flicks the space between my breasts. He licks his way down my stomach, lapping up every bit of syrup. Flutters build inside me. He's at my belly button. Then below it.
So damn close.
He pulls away and everything in my body cries out. Anything but that. Anything but stopping. I bite my lip in an attempt to curb the sensation. It only makes me more desperate for his mouth.
He sucks on the skin of my inner thigh. My sex aches with want. He moves to my knee, switches to the other leg, moves back up my thigh.
His teeth scrape against my skin.
So damn close.
Too damn close.
I pant. I try to move, but all I can do is shift my hips an inch. I'm at his mercy. I'm not coming until he's ready.
My heart thuds. The only thing I can hear. Freefall can't come soon enough. His mouth is so warm so soft on my thighs. I shake. I shudder. I groan. Now. Now. Now.
His tongue slides over my outer lips. Wow. So warm. So wet. So amazing. He sucks on my other lip, scraping his teeth against it gently. My sex clenches. There's already so much tension.
He moves slowly. He sucks on me, harder and harder. Pain shoots through me. I scream out, and he moves softer. He does the same with the other side. So warm. So wet. So amazing. His tongue slides over me, making it's way to my clit. Almost. So damn close.
Wow. Wow. Wow. Pleasure shoots through me as his tongue flicks against me. There's no way to move. Nothing I can do to contain the sensation. It's so much, so strong. I groan. I scream.
He licks me with a steady rhythm. It's perfect. Exactly what I need. Tension builds inside me. Faster and har
der and deeper. An orgasm rises up inside me. Almost. So damn close.
He pulls back. I gasp. I tug at the restraints of my wrists and ankles. He can't stop now. I'm almost there.
The tension in me eases. I feel his teeth on my inner thigh. He bites hard, sending a wave of pain through me. It draws all my attention. Stirs everything up inside me. I let out a moan. I need him. I need everything he'll give me.
He bites me again and again and again. Pain shoots through me. I arch my back.
"Blake..."
"Louder."
I scream it. "Blake. Please... Blake. I need to come. Please."
He flicks his tongue against me. Yes. Hell yes. Enough waiting. He licks me with a constant rhythm.
Pleasure builds inside me. I go up, up, up, as high as I can go. An orgasm rushes through me, sending me straight into freefall. Nothing to do but feel it. My sex clenches. Pleasure radiates through my belly and thighs. He's so warm. So wet.
"Blake," I groan.
I come down, panting in a desperate bid to catch my breath. He shifts. Some movement of fabric. Those stupid boxers getting out of the way.
His hands press into my shoulders. His knees nudge my thighs, pressing them a little further apart. I can feel his warmth against my sex. He's inches away.
So damn close.
I arch my back, trying to meet him, to feel his cock against me. But I'm not close enough. He digs into my skin, shifting his weight into my hips.
Almost.
The tip slides over my clit. He enters me slowly. Pleasure shoots through my limbs. I'm back on that ride, ready to climb all the way to the top. He's taking me there. He's taking me to another freefall.
No slow this time. He thrusts into me fast and hard. His breath catches. He groans as he sinks into me. His body is pressed against mine. It's warm and hard and heavy. My nipples scrape against his chest. He nips at the skin on my neck. Groans right into my ear.
He thrusts into me. Hard. Deep. I can't move. I can't do anything but feel him inside me. Pleasure grows quickly. Wow. Wow. Wow. Almost there again.
He bites me harder. The burst of pain sends me over the edge. Right into freefall again. I come in spasms, screaming his name over and over.
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