Starting Point (Doomsday Preppers)

by Elle Aycart

  His reply came at once. “No. Sex I can navigate. Orgasms I can give you, guaranteed. So many times you’ll beg me to stop.”

  “Very sure of ourselves, aren’t we, Bonehead? Are you forgetting you can’t use your hands?”

  He shrugged. “I’m resourceful. I’ll McGyver it.”

  No doubt he would. She stroked his shoulders. Such raw power. “You know, kidnapping and keeping your partner as a sex slave until she develops Stockholm syndrome and falls for you is a very big trope in romances nowadays.”

  “I’m in. Stash me away and debauch me.”

  “I think willingness throws the scenario out of whack, Bonehead. No angst in it.”

  His massive shoulders shook with his chuckles. “Maybe I should’ve paid more attention to that pile of books. Don’t tell me you learned everything you know about sex from them.”

  “That depends. Know what those romances taught me? That most men have no clue what to do with their dicks. I like it best when I’m the one running the show. There’s more of a chance I’ll get off. I’m bad at faking it.”

  He stared at her. “You haven’t been fucking me, boss.”

  “True, but I’m not risking it.”

  She kissed him, burying her hands in his hair. He tasted fantastic.

  “I’m naked,” he said.

  “And?”

  “I’d like you to be too.”

  “Too bad, Bonehead.” She dragged her finger over his bare chest. “Being told what to do is not your thing, is it?”

  “My lovers never complained.”

  “Too overwhelmed to get their bearings, I bet. You want me naked?”

  He nodded. “I’d like that very much.”

  “I see.” She pulled off her shirt and wrapped it around his eyes. “You don’t.”

  Fuck. He was tied and blindfolded and harder than he’d ever been in his fucking life.

  Alec was so out of his comfort zone, it wasn’t even funny. He was at a woman’s mercy. And yet he’d never been more turned on. His cock would snap right off if he tried to lift it from his stomach, where it had taken up residence the moment Megan narrowed those gorgeous eyes on him and smiled. Before that, even—since she’d glared at him in her sofa and kicked him out of her place.

  “You with me still?” she whispered as she trailed her fingers along his chest.

  He took a deep breath and made his throat work. “I didn’t expect this when I said I wanted you naked.”

  He felt her husky chuckle all over himself, like a soft, warm caress. “I bet you didn’t. Rest assured, I am naked.”

  “Visual confirmation would be appreciated.”

  “O ye of little faith.”

  She got off him and he missed her presence right away. “You’re not going to leave me here, are you?”

  Her chuckle transformed into an open laugh. “No, baby. I’m taking a step back to decide where to start.”

  He could tell Megan wasn’t totally confident with this scene. Her voice had a slight tremble to it. A certain note of panic. She was doing a great job disguising it, but she couldn’t fool him. She was into control because she didn’t trust her partners. He was dying to take over, but he remained still. He wanted so badly to please her.

  All the lust he’d felt that first day while she groped him was nothing in comparison with the roaring need surging through him now. Now she wasn’t some mystery woman. She was his Meg. His boss. The girl who’d kept him in one place long enough to calm down and convinced him not to destroy the best chance he’d ever had at a normal life. His Megan was a woman now, and he wanted her so much.

  He sensed her walking around him. The tips of her fingers moved from one shoulder to the other, then down his chest. Fuck, if she took much longer deciding what to do with him, he was going to come on himself. “Made up your mind, sweetheart?”

  “I think I have.” She went between his legs, her sweet nails raking his thighs.

  “Oh fuck.”

  She took him in her small hand, stroking him from base to tip, then back to base. A ragged groan tore from his throat, shivers of pleasure breaking out all over his body. If he weren’t tied, he’d cover her hand with his and show her how he liked it.

  But there was no need, because her strokes got rougher. “You like it hard, don’t you?”

  He couldn’t answer, just nodded.

  “I like it hard too,” she whispered, making his cock jerk so powerfully he was afraid he’d spill on himself.

  Alec had always prided himself on his stamina. He could make his lovers come again and again before finally letting himself go. Not now. In no time, Megan had him teetering on the edge, breath hissing through gritted teeth, body tense as a bowstring. And that was just from her hand on his cock. He didn’t dare think what might happen when he finally got inside her.

  Then he felt hot air against his dick. Fuck, that was her breath. She leisurely licked him, giving special attention to the underside of the crown and his slit while her nails raked over his balls, driving him insane.

  She brushed her soft lips over his whole length, flicking her tongue here and there, scraping her teeth over the swollen vein running along his cock while he prayed to all the gods he knew for the strength to keep it together and not embarrass himself. “You’re killing me here. Take me in your mouth. Suck me.”

  She snorted but obliged him. If he’d thought he was in trouble before, it was nothing compared to the deep shit he found himself in the second she closed her lips over his crown.

  Fuck, she took his breath away. He was blindfolded, but it didn’t matter. He could see her in his mind’s eye. She was probably looking up at him, those gorgeous eyes glazed with passion and those sexy lips stretched over his cock, enjoying that he was sweating bullets. She brought him to the back of her throat and then slowly pulled away, sucking and swirling her tongue over him, her hand twisting around the base of his shaft.

  With any other woman, he would have fought out of his restrains, tunneled his fingers into her hair, and roughly held her head while he fucked her mouth. Not with Megan. With Megan he was shaking and about to explode, the pleasure too intense to bear. “I can’t hold out, boss. I’m going to come.”

  She grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed hard. “No. Don’t come yet.”

  Oh crap. He breathed through the need to come, until he got himself under control.

  “The soldier knows how to take orders,” she whispered. “Good.” Then she proceeded to pleasure him with her mouth all over again.

  Barely able to think straight, he felt something wet tickling his skin on the way up his stomach. Her fingers. They took a detour around his nipples, then up to his mouth.

  He groaned. “Fuck, Meg, were you jacking yourself off while giving me head?”

  “Sucking you got me worked up,” she answered, painting his lips with her juices.

  Jesus, she tasted so fantastic. Sweet and fiery. That did it. “Get up here. Now.”

  “You’re not the one in charge, remember?” she reprimanded him, but she straddled him. “You’re lucky I need it bad too.”

  And yet, she continued playing with him. She rained kisses over his face, her sweet pussy lips barely grazing the tip of his cock.

  “Stop jerking me around and fuck me,” he growled.

  Her playful chuckles warmed him in ways he wasn’t ready to discuss yet. She must have tilted her head forward, because the tips of her hair covered his face. “You aren’t enjoying this?”

  Enjoying this? Was she fucking kidding? “Baby, I’m leaking all over the place. Of course I’m enjoying this! But unless you let me into your sweet pussy, I’m going to combust on the spot.”

  “Aww, are we playing the pity card now?” She applied a bit more pressure, her pussy lips hugging the tip of his crown.

  Tied, blindfolded and begging. A new low for him.

  She must have felt sorry for him because she pushed down suddenly, his crown encased in her liquid heat. He tensed, grabbing the leg
s of the chair. “Better now?” she asked in a purr.

  He spoke through clenched teeth. “Fuck, boss. Too good.”

  This was why he didn’t do no-condom sex. Even when it was safe, it was way too intimate. He didn’t want intimate sex. Until now, apparently.

  “I can make it even better,” she whispered, pushing a bit lower.

  He was not even all the way in and he was already out of his mind. She was so tight. “Babe, you’re too small. You haven’t done this often.”

  Her voice was throaty. She was trying to suppress gasps of pleasure, without much success. Her legs were trembling; he could feel it. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re implying. There was a first, rather disappointing encounter in college. Nothing memorable. Then I had a long dry spell. This past year I had a few… flings. Nothing memorable either.”

  “You’re too tight for this position. I’m going to hurt you. Let me—”

  She covered his mouth, wiggling her sweet ass and getting him in a little deeper. “Shhh. No talking.”

  She rode him slowly, her choppy breath hot against his lips. Her nails were digging into his shoulders and her forearms were pressed up against his chest, holding him in place and at the same time keeping him away.

  Abruptly, her pussy clamped around him, hard, and she came, trembling, barely making a sound.

  Shit, shit, shit. He wasn’t sure how he managed to hold back, but he clenched his teeth and rode it out. When her grip on him eased, she resumed moving, her liquid heat allowing her to slide further onto his cock.

  She reached under with one hand and squeezed his balls. “Come for me. Now,” she said hoarsely.

  He could do nothing but oblige her. His back bowed, lifting his hips. His cock sank even deeper into her sweet pussy, and with a snarl he exploded.

  She gasped in surprise as he impaled her. Her whole body went rigid, her pussy clamping around him like a vise and sucking at him in rhythmic, greedy pulls, throwing him even higher as she suddenly let out a cry and came again.

  Thank fucking God he wasn’t alone on the orgasm train.

  Hell only knew how much time passed after that, but when his breath started evening out, Megan was untying the impromptu blindfold. He wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to open his eyes, so he kept them shut until she cupped his face and kissed him on the lips. “You alive?”

  He looked at her. She’d thrown her camisole on. Damn, the just-fucked look suited her. Her cheeks were pink, her lips puffy, and her smoky eyes glazed with the afterglow. His half-hard cock twitched inside her and started lengthening once more. “Barely, but recuperating by the second.”

  She clenched her pussy muscles around him. “Glad to hear you enjoyed it, but I’m beat.”

  Was she kicking him to the curb? “I get it. No talking. No touching. What about sleeping? Can I stay the night and spoon you, or am I being kicked out again?”

  Megan stared at him for a long moment and then smiled. “Spooning is fine. But don’t get too handsy.”

  “Got it, boss.”

  “Allow me,” she said, reaching behind him for his bonds.

  “Forget it.” Although the knots were rather tight, he yanked and freed himself.

  She frowned but then smiled again, so he figured it was all good.

  “Jeez, my legs are shaking,” she whispered as she placed her hands on his shoulders and, a bit precariously, put her feet down on either side of him.

  “I’ll carry you to bed.” He steadied her, holding her by her waist as she straightened up, his cock screaming as it lost her warm embrace. On the plus side, the second her sweet pussy lips passed his crown, his semen mixed with her juices started to flow down, dripping onto his slit. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he breathed as they both watched, their foreheads touching.

  “Kind of hot, Bonehead,” she admitted.

  He’d bet it wouldn’t take much to convince her to go another round, but she looked exhausted, so he whipped his cock under control and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a box of tissues on the coffee table, so he grabbed them. “I love seeing your pussy all covered with my come, but if I watch much longer, I’m going to fuck you again—without the restraints.”

  The words seemed to jolt her out of her trance. As he began cleaning her, she reached for his hand. “My job,” he growled, gently patting her pussy lips. “Don’t squirm. This is turning me on like you wouldn’t believe, so behave if you want me to hold on to my control.” Which was slipping faster than he would like to admit.

  Once he had the two of them more or less come-free, he lifted her. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders but keeping her forearms between their chests so they wouldn’t touch. Again. Message received. He brought them to the bed, covered them, and spooned her, making sure the arm around her was outside the blanket.

  “You want to know something?” he asked after a long while of being in silence and listening to the crackling of the fireplace.

  “Hmm.” She sounded content and relaxed.

  “I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

  “What’s the verdict? A bit messy, right?”

  He hugged her tighter, wishing he could turn her around and hold her in both arms, face to face. He understood her hang-ups, why her chest was off-limits, but that really didn’t matter to him. In his eyes, she was the sexiest woman alive. “With you, I’ll take messy any day of the week.”

  She chuckled. “Me too.” Her voice faded, drowsy.

  Not getting handsy was going to be damn difficult.

  Chapter 6

  A soft kiss on her lips woke Megan up. She opened her eyes to a freshly shaven and smirking Alec. “Wake up, boss. We’re already late.”

  She remembered the night before, the heart-shattering sex, and she averted her gaze, furiously blushing. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

  Then it dawned on her. “I vaguely recall waking up a while back and you were already gone. I figured you’d split. So why are you back? And where are we late for?”

  “First, I didn’t bail on you. I went home to get some gear. Second, I’m taking you out on a date.”

  “We’re having a date?” she asked, confused.

  “Of course. Do you think I’d let just anyone tie me up?”

  “Please. You could have busted out of those socks anytime.”

  “Well, it’s the thought that counts. And I did not bust out. You’ve got to give me credit for that, at least.”

  She pondered for a second, but before she could come up with an appropriate comeback, he gave her another peck on the lips. “Come on, boss. I’ll give you five minutes. Don’t think too much about your outfit. It doesn’t even need to coordinate. As long as it’s warm, you’re set, because we’re putting this on.” He held up a camo onesie. A reversible camo onesie—one side white, the other white with branch-like blotches. “White side out.”

  She inspected it, grimacing. “Where the heck are we going?”

  “You’ll see. I also brought you this,” he said, handing her a cup. A wonderful coffee smell competed with Alec’s.

  “Thank you.”

  He didn’t seem to be going anywhere fast so she looked at herself. She was bundled in the quilt, but underneath that, she was wearing only a camisole—a rather flimsy camisole. Flashing her ass at him in broad daylight was not on her list of immediate priorities. “Do you mind? I need to get dressed.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “I’ll wait for you in the truck. You have five minutes or I’m coming back.”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  What was wrong with her? She never slept through the night with her flings. Alec had not only spent the night, he was taking her out on a date in the morning. And she was agreeing. It must be the intoxicating effects of fresh air—there was no other way to explain this.

  She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and threw on whatever came first to hand. After all, she was going to wear the camo over it. She put the onesie on, yanke
d a beanie low on her head, and pulled the camo hood over it. Considerably more than five minutes had passed. Not daring to look in the mirror, she drew on a pair of gloves and walked out of the cabin.

  When she saw Alec propped on the truck, wearing white camo that he must have put on while waiting for her, she broke into laughter. “Oh. My. God. Look at us, we look like sperm.”

  He laughed too. “Lose the hood, boss. That’s a concession that might be allowed.”

  Thank God for small favors. As she reached the truck, she took a peek at the gear Alec had in the bed. There was a huge corkscrew, short fishing rods, a package of what looked like bait, a backpack, a bucket, and a couple of folding chairs.

  “Ice fishing,” Alec clarified. “Afterward we’ll grill what we catch.”

  “Whatever happened to dinner and a movie?”

  He opened the passenger door for her. “This is dating prepper style.”

  “I see.” She jumped in. She was going to have so much to tell Jess when she kicked the bucket. And Jess was going to laugh her ass off. Or maybe Jess was already watching and having a blast.

  They made it to the lake in no time. She slipped out of the truck and suddenly everything went white. “Crap, I’m blind!”

  “Snow blindness, boss. My windows are tinted, so you didn’t notice the brightness before. Plus this is a pretty big lake.”

  She shaded her eyes and started to see black points.

  “Here, wear my sunglasses,” he said, putting them on her. “Better?”

  She blinked several times, until her sight adjusted. “Much better, thank you. What about you?”

  He produced another pair from his backpack and put them on. Then he handed her the folding chairs and grabbed the rest of the gear. “Hop on it, or the best places are going to be taken.”

  What best places? The whole lake was frozen. Now that she could see, she realized there were many people, most wearing the same sperm costume, sitting on chairs around holes in the ice. “Communal ice fishing, I see.”

  He shrugged. “We coordinate pretty smoothly. By the way, the thing about no touching is limited to the bedroom, right?”