Splash

by Kristen Kelly

  “Hey!” he exclaimed with a chuckle.. “I’d planned on putting those on you.”

  “Whoops,” I said with a grin. “You’re mine now, Mr. Delaney. Maybe you shouldn’t have underestimated me.” I laughed harder, loving that I could turn the tables on him. The control I never—in my entire life—had over any man.

  He sat there beside me, staring with lust filled eyes, glowing in the half darkness. His free hand roamed along the inside of my spreading thighs sending endorphins of pleasure pulsing through my veins. “Mmmm, I think you’re wet, little girl.”

  The tips of his fingers grazed the seam on my bikini and I did the unthinkable. I stepped away from the couch. “Soaked, actually.”

  I made him watch me. I loved how his eyes glazed over whenever I touched myself. He growled deep and low in his throat as he watched my hands slide over every one of my curves while he grew more erect. When I slipped the shirt over my head to reveal my barely-there bikini, I thought he was going to break the handcuff lunging for me. I laughed and so did he.

  “This is cruel and unusual punishment, Liz.” Strong as he was, he’d dragged the couch a few inches and then frowned when he realized the chain over his head was holding him back. “Come to me, baby. Let me feel how wet you are for me.”

  “Not yet.” I wanted him ravenous for my body when I took of those handcuffs. I needed to see that sticky white pre-cum along his dick. This was as much about me as it was about him though. For once, I wanted to be wanted by a man. Wanted so much he’d die if he didn’t fuck me.

  Damon’s blue eyes dazzled, like two crystals in a sea of grey as he licked his lips. I could see his erection through his gym shorts. Hard. Waiting for me. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are?” he asked.

  “You’re just horny,” I replied, feeling momentarily insecure. “When was the last time…you know?” Some sexpot I was. I couldn’t even say the word, sex, without turning red.

  “A long time. A really, really long time.”

  “That explains a lot.”

  “What does?” I reached behind and unsnapped my bikini top. He definitely heard the snap because his breath caught and he growled.

  “It’s why you want me this much.”

  “That’s not why, Liz.”

  “Oh?” I let the straps slide down my arms and slid each arm out one by one. The only thing covering my nipples where my palms and a sliver of fabric.

  “They’re beautiful, baby. Come on. Show me.”

  I lowered my hands watching how his eyes transformed from baby-powder blue to a darker shade of aqua as I exposed myself.

  Like a wild animal, he licked those full bow lips and growled loudly. The chain jiggled. “You have me at a disadvantage, Miss Doyle.”

  He was right. I did, but I couldn’t help myself. I loved watching him come unglued. “Do I?” I said tweaking my aching nipples and moaning.

  I loved how the muscles of his raised arms pulsed when his jaw set tight, the beads of sweat speckling his furrowed brow, the way his heated gaze never left my body. I loved the flexing of the arm at his side, the way his fist opened and closed, like a ripple in a very dramatic tide. A tide that wanted disparately to be unleashed. I had him under my spell and he knew it.

  “So beautiful,” he breathed, the words a hot blade against my skin. “I need to touch you, Elizabeth. Come closer.”

  “No.”

  “Please,” he begged. “My cock is going to explode.”

  “Soon.” My eyes lowered to his waist. The drawstring of his shorts hung loosely, below it a magnificent bulge inside his pants. My hands swept down. Caressing my hips.

  Damon’s heat was evident; he looked like he wanted to eat me. Eyes fastened on mine, I could see him planning his escape. With his free hand, he’d managed to unbutton the front of his shirt. his magnificent pecs stroking my desire. His nipples were firmly dark. Hard. Firm. Like the rest of him. His eyes widened. Straining. He looked like he was ready to rip my clothes off.

  I licked my lips, wondering how much longer I could keep this up. So many things were going through my head. I shouldn’t be here. I should be taking it slow. If I fell for him, would I be able to get back up, brush myself off? This was driving me even more crazy. This little seduction scene I’d flipped on him. I could barely speak any longer, and when I did, it came out as a strangled squeal. “It…it drove me crazy when I didn’t know that was your sister,” I blurted. “But I feel even crazier now.”

  He nodded. “Not crazy,” he said. “I know crazy.” His features deadpanned for a moment, but then it changed back to lust-filled and desperate. Like a switch he’d just turned on and off.

  “What do you mean?” I threw my head back, cupping my breasts and moaning.

  “Ah fuck. Keep doing that and this is going to be very short foreplay.” The fingers of his free hand were hooked on his waistband. I knew they were grazing the tip of his cock. My mouth watered. Helplessly aroused.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” I said, gasping with delight when he took his cock out of his shorts.

  “Let’s just say I had enough of crazy in my life.”

  “Your ex?”

  “Yup.”

  I wondered how he’d feel if he knew I tried to kill myself once, that I’d spent the better part of a year in rehab or that I still had a monthly appointment with my therapist just so I wouldn’t relapse. Putting it all out of my mind, I took a step back. “Stay right here,” I said. “Don’t move!”

  Looking amused, I nearly melted when he gave me that pouty lip expression. I nearly let him out of the cuffs, but where would the fun be in that? “But first…” I shot forward, wrapped my arms around his neck, about to give him a chaste kiss, but he pulled me into a bear hug with one arm and planted one on me instead.

  The guy was strong as a fucking ox! I’d forgotten how much he worked out. I realized stupidly that with those big arms and those large capable hands, he could probably rip that wispy little chain over his head.

  The kiss deepened as he filled me with his breath, his soul, his entire being, erasing all my fears and inhibitions.

  Right then I realized something important.

  I was treading into deeper waters. I could not, in my lifetime, ever remember wanting a man so much, and as for anything beyond that? Suddenly I didn’t care. Didn’t care if it was only for tonight. Or the two weeks that had suddenly turned into three. Or that we were nothing more than two tortured souls who hadn’t had good sex in like forever.

  All I knew was I wanted him. Now. Here! Like this. So much that my life depended on it. When he finally let me up for air, my bottom lip caught between his teeth, and I was dizzy with desire for him.

  It didn’t help that I could feel his biceps stretching to wrap around me. The scent of his perspiring skin made me delirious with arousal. His lips on my skin. Hand smoothing back my hair so he could whisper in my ear. “Liz… My Liz,” he rasped.

  I got up and stepped away.

  He’d pulled his cock completely free now. I watched his chest heave with excitement, the look of longing in his hooded eyes, the pink slit of his cock glistening with precum as he stroked it.

  Holy shit!

  His murmured my name in a gravely voice like a convict begging for parole and suddenly his length grew larger.

  Fuck! How was I to resist that?

  He let out a low groan. “Not the right hand,” he muttered.

  I moved toward him. “Lift your but,” I said tugging at the drawstring of his shorts. He wriggled his bottom, lifting his hips and helping me to pull his shorts down around his ankles. Damn, he was huge. Nestled between his fine sculpted fine hips.

  I dropped to my knees. When I looked up between his legs, his hand rested on my head. “I want you, Quinn. I want you more than any other woman I’ve ever met.”

  My heart clenched—nearly breaking into pieces. How long had I waited for someone to tell me those very words? The declaration that he wanted me above all others. That h
e couldn’t live without… But this was just sex right? Guys say anything during sex. It was too much to fathom so I put it out of my mind.

  His cock was beautiful. Firm graceful ridges with a wide pointed head glimmering among the shadows. I cupped his balls inside my palms squeezing them gently and watching his face for reaction. He smiled down at me.

  As I stroked him base to tip, I licked the tip of him clean, the salty taste lingering on my tongue. His feral groan echoed over my head.

  I sucked and I licked, focusing on my technique—letting my tongue slide along the underside of his shaft, around, to the front and then suckling the whole length of him. Cheeks bulging. Filling the back of my throat until I felt the little gag reflex.

  When I tickled the tip of his cock with my tongue, his buttocks tightened and he started to bounce. He let out a low husky groan. “Oh baby. Baby, that’s…”

  There was that power again.

  He slid back up on his hips, thrusting his cock up in to the air until I sucked it in greedily. I took in as much as I could without gagging, but I couldn’t get it all. “Tilt your head back,” Damon instructed. When I did as he suggested, I I swallowed him head to hilt. Pulling his hips to me, his cock reached the back of my throat. Now. Now, I was fucking him with my mouth.

  As I focused on bringing him to orgasm, strong fingers raked through my hair.

  I moaned, loving the endorphins skittering along my scalp.

  “Take all of me, Liz. I want to fill you. I want you to make me come in that pretty, pretty mouth.” He reached beneath to fondle one breast, but of course he couldn’t touch the other one because it was chained over his head, and I wanted him to. Badly. It was then that I realized how ridiculous it was that I’d cuffed only one hand. I tried to reach up toward the cuff, but knew it was hopeless from my position.

  He did a little magic trick then. Slipped his wrist out of the handcuff— And Walla! Now both hands were free. To roam. Touch. Explore.

  He pinched the nipples of both breasts. Using thumbs and forefingers. Like he was pulling a cheery off a tree. My moans drowned around his cock. Hot slick pulses surged between my legs.

  I sucked harder. Deeper. Stronger. Holding his cock in one hand. Grasping his balls with my other and squeezing them hard. A trickle of fluid flashed along the taste buds of my tongue while his body clenched tight.

  I knew he was close. Was banking on it, actually. I sucked his engorged cock like my life depended on it. Drawing him to the back of my throat, each stroke accompanied by Damon’s primal grunts. “Coming, baby. I’m gonna come in you. Ah fuck. Fuck!” He kept clenching and unclenching his buttocks as the sensation took over. He held onto my head, strong, desperate, urging me on. I loved that he talked dirty. I loved that he held me there.

  A few more frantic pumps and his body grew rigid with release. He pulsed like a fucking geyser! Hot slick fluids. Filling my throat. It oozed out of my lips, and was dripped along my chin. It felt hot and slick. Like blood. And I loved it. Loved how I felt with his seed shooting down my throat. Loved that I could give him this gift.

  “Oh god, Liz. You are fucking amazing, woman.”

  My heart swelled. I’d never let a man ejaculate inside my mouth before, but something about this felt different. Just…right, somehow. Like it was a gift we shared. With Damon, there was no question. No second guessing. No hesitation. With Damon, I everything. I wanted all of him.

  I stuck my tongue out, lapping the last bits of semen clinging to his tip. My jaw was achy, but in a good way. I stared up at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Wow. I can’t believe we did that. It was…so sexy.”

  “Was it okay?” he asked looking worried. “I mean coming like that?”

  “More than okay.

  “Come up here, Liz,” Taking me by the hand, he set me down beside him. “I think you deserve a reward.” He traced the line of my chin, slipping one finger in my mouth until I sucked it greedily. I reached down between his legs, feeling his half-aroused dick.

  “Damn, you are amazing,” he said again, praising me in that deep growly voice of his. His head dipped down, taking one breast inside his mouth while cupping the other. “These are amazing too. I can’t get enough of you, Liz.”

  I didn’t think it was possible. Not this soon. But something fresh glittered in Damon’s eyes. Arousal. He took my hand and placed it on his cock and sure enough he was already hard again. “In for a little exploration?

  “What?”

  “Do you want me to show you how enjoyable bondage can be now?”

  I nodded, feeling a little shaky. “Don’t worry. We won’t do anything too dangerous or out of your comfort zone and if you don’t like something just say, ‘stop.’ Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Taking my hand, he led me into the expanse of the room, away from the couch we’d been seated on. The path was mostly dark, but we had light from a small neon sign up ahead. We passed a cage—large enough to hold a man or woman—a wall with whips, leather collars and leashes, and other assorted fetish items—a large circular bed with a red velvet coverlet—and several round Jacuzzis large enough for several couples with seats around the sides. I would have loved a soak, but none of them were filled with water. If this was what Damon called ‘the infant stages of construction’ I was in trouble.

  I was still in my bathing suit and feeling a little chilled as he lead me up some steps.

  He flicked a switch. Signaling bright red and gold lights that flickered and glowed above full length mirrors that were all sides of us. A tiny raised platform was in the center and bigger, heavier chains hung from the ceiling. I couldn’t help cringing when I looked at them. A thread of fear slithered down my spine.

  What the hell had I got myself into? This wasn’t me. I didn’t do this kind of crazy sex shit and here I was giving someone I barely knew a blow job and god knows what else he would have me do.

  A wolfish grin spread across Damon’s full bow lips, but it faltered just a little when he must have seen my hesitation. He squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Do you trust me?” He led me up the last step. When I nodded that I did, he motioned for me to sit on black leather couch.

  Producing a red blindfold from his back pocket, he swung it from his fingers, the wolfish grin back in place. “Our other senses are heightened when we’re blind. Can I blindfold you, Liz?”

  Something else I’ve never done.

  Was I crazy? Absolutely out of my mind? Apparently so, because I found myself nodding yes.

  I turned, so he could tie the blindfold around my head. “Give me your hands,” he said softly. Hesitating for an instant, I pushed my wrists forward. Soft velvety cuffs circled one and then the other. Now I really was getting nervous, but my arousal was evident. Fresh heat flooded inside my core and my nipples tightened, almost painfully.

  “This isn’t exactly fair,” I protested beneath the mask, knowing the shoe was on the other foot, so yes, it was fair.

  A sharp sense of heat filled me like good wine. Strong. Full-bodied. More than anything I’d ever felt. He was right about the blindfold. Already I could smell things I hadn’t smelled before. His cologne. The woodsy smell of his shampoo. Baby powder. “I only…”

  “Shhhhh.” The cuffs closed with a soft click and then several minutes of silence where all I heard was his breathing. The back of the couch was cold, but his fingers sent tingles of heat and sensation as they rolled along my skin. Everywhere.

  Reaching forward, my hands grazed his thighs and then came up hard against his groin before he caught them and brought them to his lips, kissing the fingertips one by one. More breathing and silence. “Hmmm. Not enough.”

  He stood me up. A tender hand pressed against my lower back. “Stand here… Don’t move.” My breath caught in my throat and something inside me jumped as I felt the feather of a kiss along my neck.

  He didn’t touch me at first. I felt like I were waiting in line at an amusement park where part of me was scared and part of m
e was overjoyed. I could practically smell his erection.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Liz. I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, but first I want you to know what real unbridled passion is. The kind of passion you can’t get with drugs or even alcohol. I’m going to claim you. Claim your body from the inside out.” He slid a single digit down the length of me and then back up toward my face, leaving a trail of blazing heat, my need for him escalating.

  The finger traveled over my chest where he rested his open hand. “I might even claim your heart if you let me.” My nipples tightened beneath his palm.

  “Right now, you are mine, Liz. All mine. Will you let me, baby? Will you let me claim you?” He kissed me on the mouth. Gently. Tenderly. Then I felt the loss of him as he stepped away.