by K. L. Savage
“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Cupcake. Oh, you’re so fucking good at that.” I watch in awe as she cleans me spotless, taking her tongue and licking down my shaft, around the base, to the top again. She’s making sure she gets every drop.
Just like I said.
When she’s done, I sag against the bathtub and pull her until she’s sitting on my lap. The shower is running down her back now and the water is lukewarm, but I’m too tired to move. I need a minute.
My toes are tingling. That’s how good it was.
“Was that okay?” she asks against my chest, bashful all of a sudden.
“Okay? It was mind-blowing baby. That was perfect. I can’t believe I’m so lucky. Are you—”
“I’m perfect,” she says with a smile, straddling my lap until she settles against my semi-hard cock. “You’re perfect.” She reaches up and shuts the water off and a few droplets fall onto my head. She pushes my hair back again and kisses me lazily, slow, and confident.
I can taste myself on her tongue, salty and bitter, nowhere near as sweet as she is.
We must sit there for hours, just kissing, because eventually I can’t feel my ass. I get up carefully, holding her still and she wraps herself around me as I get out. We’ve aired dried by this point so there is no need for towels.
I drop on the bed and unlike the other nights where we didn’t touch, her face is buried against my chest and her legs are thrown over mine.
My woman loves touch and now she’s not afraid to get it.
I drift my fingers up and down her spine, smiling to myself knowing that this is the woman I’ll be touching for the rest of my life and I’m learning her body for the first time. There’s nothing better.
Holding her tight, I close my eyes and fall asleep, dreaming better than I ever have with my Cupcake’s touch.
I’m fucked up.
I have to be sick in the head.
What did I just do?
I stare at Whistler who is passed out in bed, spread eagle, and I took the opportunity to tie him up with the strings that tie my swimsuits. I used one for each wrist and ankle and he hasn’t moved. He’s sound asleep, dead to world.
Oh my God, what if he is dead?
I rush to his side and press my ear against his chest, blowing out a breath with I hear the steady thump-thump of his heart.
I want him. Bad.
After our session in the shower, I realized I didn’t want to wait. I want him now, but I need to be in control for the first time. I need to see how this plays out and now that I’m looking at him, I know. I am a fucking crazy person. He would have happily been tied up if I asked, but I didn’t ask, and now he’s going to wake up wondering what has happened.
At the time when the thought crossed my mind, I thought it was a good idea, and now I may or may not look like I’m about to murder someone.
Or at the least, torture him.
No.
I need this. He needs this. I can’t imagine him on top of me yet, I see Kenneth every time I do. But the thought of being on top…I can do. With him tied down, there’s no chance of him flipping me over. If I can do this one time, I think next time I’ll be okay. For the first time, I need it like this.
I’ll make it good for him. I can. I’m capable. I’m not unable to give pleasure like Kenneth said for all those years. I want Whistler to feel good.
Dropping the evidence of my tattered bikinis from my hands to the floors, I crawl onto the bed and rub my palms up his shins. He wiggles but doesn’t wake.
My knees dig into the mattress as I lean down and kiss his inner thigh. I continue up until I reach his large sack, his orbs round and heavy, full of come. I lather them with kisses too, being gentle as I apply a bit of pressure in the middle.
Whistler groans and I pause, lifting my eyes to see if he is awake.
Not yet.
I let go of his sack and drag my tongue along his shaft and he thrusts his hips into the air. “Cupcake,” he slurs in his sleep.
I grin, loving he is thinking of me in his dreams.
The V on his hips causes my mouth to water and I trace the ridges with my tongue, kissing along his ribcage, nipping at them which has him gasping, and then lastly, playing with his nipples.
His cock is rock solid and thick now. I place my wrist next to the awakening beast and my clit tingles when I see how it compares to the width.
I want him so much.
Clear precome is leaking onto his belly and he arches his hips, shallowly thrusting against my hand. He’s so beautiful and so much bigger than Kenneth.
Whistler is domineering where it counts, and I can’t wait to feel how good it can feel when used the right way.
I flatten my tongue along the side of his cock, then trace along the helmet, moaning around the glands which has his breath hitching. I gently rake my nails down his stomach, hips, and inner thighs. The headboard creaks as he jerks against the bikini strings binding his wrists. His biceps flex, the veins like lightning strikes down his arms, disappearing into his inner elbow.
Liquid heat gushes between my legs, and I hover over him, sliding my wet pussy across his length. A sound of delight escapes me, and I tease my fingers through the midnight black hairs across his chest.
He feels exquisite. The tip of him has my clit rolling against his width and I shudder. I’ve never taken my time before. I’ve never had the chance to explore. I pinch his nipples and his eyelids begin to flutter. Whistler is waking up.
I don’t have long before I’m caught red-handed.
Sliding up and down faster, I moan his name when I feel that familiar curl in my toes. I’m close, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to come with him inside me. I grip him by the base and lift myself onto my knees, gasping as the head parts my entrance, slowly stretching me.
With ease, I slide down him until I’m seated and feel his sack pressing against my ass. “Oh God,” I cry out as I adjust.
“Charlie?” his voice is groggy and full of sleep. He has a look on his face like he can’t believe he is seeing me. “Am I dreaming?” He yanks against the restraints and growls.
“It’s not a dream.” I arch my back and run my hands up my body until I’m cupping my breasts. “I wanted you, but I need you like this first.”
“Fuck yes, Cupcake. You can wake me up like this any damn day,” he says. “Are you going to use me up? You going to ride me until you come?”
I nod, whimpering as the promise of an orgasm causes me to rock my hips.
“So tight!” He throws his head back and the tendons in his neck protrude. “Fuck, Charlie. I’m not going to last. You feel too good. Oh, fuck me…damn it.” He tenses against the binds again and as I rock forward, my clit rubbing against the lower half of his belly as I begin to shake.
I’m so close. I never want this feeling to stop. I always want it. “You’re so big, Wesley. You stretch me until I can’t move.”
“Better fucking believe it. This cunt, this body, it’s all mine and it was meant to be mine. It only makes sense I take over.”
I begin a faster pace, rocking back and forth so hard that I have to grip onto his pecs for balance and leverage. “Oh, so good. I’m close.”
“So fast, Cupcake. You like this cock so much, you can’t wait to come all over it.”
I nod and take a deep breath in. “Oh. Wesley.” I ride him faster, needing to get over the edge. His balls spank my ass gently from the speed of our thrusts. I rake my nails down his chest as stars explode in my eyes and another orgasm surges through me. My hips stutter and eventually stop moving, spasming with every wave crashing into me.
“Wesley! Yes! Oh, fuck. Your cock is so good,” I moan as wanton pleasure possesses me. “I want more. Again. Please, again,” I say and begin fucking him like I did before.
Hard and fast.
“I want to touch you so bad,” he whines. “I can’t wait for the day where I can, but right now, I love seeing you on top of me, using me, fucking me the best I’ve ever been fucked.
” He thrusts his hips into me, and his cock sinks deeper, pulling a cry from me.
I fall onto his chest. My nipples brush against his and his tongue flicks out along his bottom lip. The cinnamon depths of his irises hypnotize me. I caress his arms and circle my fingers around his wrists, using them to pull and push onto his cock for longer, deeper strokes.
“Wesley,” I whisper across his lips before taking them in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy. I’m too strung out on him and how he is creating euphoria in my body right now.
A primal growl shakes his core while he bites my bottom lip and tugs it with his teeth. “Take that cock, baby. Take it.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he lets my lip go with a soft plop.
I move against him, sweat gliding our chests together, and my fingers play with the knots in the strings binding his wrists. One tug and he’ll be free. I’ll be able to feel him hold me, press me against the bed, or hold me to his chest while he owns me with every press of his hips.
I want that so much. I want to feel completely taken over and possessed by Whistler. I want to be lost with no way out and no idea of where we begin and end.
Knowing I don’t have the courage to unbind him just yet, I sit up fully and turn around, riding him reverse cowgirl.
I groan from the change of position. He presses against a spot inside me that causes me to feel tender and receive a small bite of pain, but I love the pleasure that comes after it. I turn my head and press my chin on my shoulder to sneak a peek at his expression while I take him for a ride.
I’m close again.
His eyes are latched onto my ass, and he has sweat building along his upper lip. He snarls, showing his teeth while trying to break free. I’ve created an animal, and I’m sure if he really wanted to break the ties, he could, but he respects me enough not to.
“You’re so sexy, Cupcake, so fucking sweet. God, you’re perfect. The way you move…” he groans in frustration that ends on a needy sound similar to a cry. “I wish you could see what I see. Your pussy is taking my big cock inch my inch, leaving me soaked with your juices. I wish I could have a taste,” he tells me, thrusting into me from the bottom.
I drag my fingers along his shaft and stretch an arm back, thrusting the digits into his mouth. He sucks them greedily, licking them clean until there is none of me left.
And then I suck my fingers into my mouth, needing to taste him.
His nostrils flare and he fucks into me, ramming his cock as hard as he can from his position. I slap my hands against his knees and tilt my head back, shouting to the ceiling as the tingles of my orgasm spread like wildfire through my entire body before sinking down on all ten inches as my inner muscles gyrate across his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it, Cupcake. Give me all that icing, let me watch it drip down my cock. Take what you need from me.”
I roll my hips, hissing as the last spasm hits me.
I want more.
I spin around until I’m facing him again and his eyes look me up and down. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
“You have me,” I say, lowering myself to my forearms and placing a palm around his throat, not to squeeze, just to control. I kiss him, not ever getting enough of his lips, and begin to move my lower body again. I rock slow, hardly moving since I’m so tired. I just need a minute to catch my breath.
Our lazy kiss goes on and on, tongues swirling, breath mixing, skin colliding. The air in the room is heavy with sex and come, steam and hunger.
His body is a ride I want to ride over and over again until someone tells me I need to get off. Whistler is a rollercoaster, a thrilling addiction that has me begging for more just when I think I’ve had enough.
I sit up and he shakes his head. “No, come back. I don’t want to stop kissing you until we’re coming at the same time.”
Before I do as he says, I press my breasts against his mouth and he sucks onto my nipple, humming as if it’s the best thing he has ever tasted. His tongue flicks along the tip of the nipple before he rolls it between his teeth. “God, yes. Give me the other. I can’t leave her abandoned,” he begs, opening his mouth wide.
I giggle, but it ends on a quick moan when he sucks my tit into his mouth so hard I hiss when it begins to hurt. He pulls away immediately, and I dive my tongue into his mouth while sliding back down on him and starting a steady rhythm.
Back.
And forth.
Slow and raw.
I break the kiss and wrap my arms around his middle section, rolling my hips. I drag my lips down the coarse whiskers of his jaw, and latch onto his throat, sucking until I know I leave my mark. I hope he doesn’t mind.
He moans and I take that as a good sign and work my way to the other side to do the same.
“Cupcake,” he whispers between broken breaths.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and mumble against his lips. “Yeah, baby?”
He groans when I reach down and grab his balls, rolling them in my palm.
“I can’t stop it. I’m going to come soon.” The air comes out faster, uneven and powerful. The headboard groans as he yanks against it and his back bends. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come. I can’t hold back any longer. Charlie,” he grits my name between tight teeth.
When I hear my name fall from his lips, my orgasm comes barreling inside me. I never thought hearing him call for me would turn me on so much but it does. “Me too. Oh, me too.” I bite a chunk of flesh, the muscle belonging to his chest as a powerful earthquake crumbles the last bit of energy I have. I collapse, scratching along his skin as the most intense orgasm pulses.
“Fuck! That’s it. I can feel you milking me. Hop off, Cupcake, or I’m going to fill you up and claim you. You’ll be all mine.”
I want to be all his. I want to be able to wake up tomorrow knowing I’m safe, knowing that I can fully trust him in every aspect, with not just my mind, or heart, but my body too.
He isn’t out to kill me.
If I’m a flower, he is the water to help me grow and flourish.
“Charlie, baby, Charlie,” he mumbles while he comes.
Hot splashes of his creamy seed fills me, touching every forbidden depth and every part that’s always been neglected.
Whistler fills me to the brink and eventually starts to leak out, coating himself with the amount of come flowing out of me.
I moan in exhaustion. “That was amazing,” I say, kissing up his chest.
“You’re amazing. I’m still not sure if this is reality. I have to be dreaming.”
I chuckle and reach for the ties on his wrists, then dip down to untie his ankles. The motion causes his cock to slip out of me and he wraps his arms around me, lifts me up, and settles us onto our sides, and then he is filling me again.
I inhale a sharp breath. “Whistler, I…”
“Shhh, baby. I just want to fall asleep being inside you. You’re still in control. I’m not ready not to feel your heat.”
I know what he means. Without him, I feel empty.
I rub his wrists when I see the marks the strings left. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wanted you so bad but—”
“—No buts. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced and if it’s what you needed, then I can’t complain. I just want you happy.”
I kiss his inner wrist and smile. “I’m so happy.”
“Now, if you feel the need to tie me up again, have at it, Cupcake. I love being at your will.” He kisses my shoulder and a flashback of Kenneth doing the same thing is officially overpowered by Whistler since he means me no harm.
This love is the beginning of a new chapter in my life, a new adventure, one without pain and bruises.
“If I could go back in time and take every hit he’s ever given you, every time he took a piece of your beautiful soul, every time he left you feeling like you wanted to die, I would take all the agony if it meant you felt none of it,” he says, his voice rough with the edge of sleep pulling him under.
Anyone who would put themselves in harm’s way for someone else deserves all the love. I hope he never has to feel pain. I never want that for him.
“I know you would and it’s one of the many reasons why I love you,” I reply, but I don’t hear anything in return, just even breaths as he sleeps.
I never want this vacation to end.
It’s been the dream of dreams where wishes become reality.
And it’s all because of Whistler.
“You’re pouting,” One notices.
“Am not,” I sigh, plopping my chin in my hand.
Fine. I’m pouting.
I want to go back to the beach. Ever since we have come home, things have been tense. My sister hasn’t been found, her boyfriend is out of jail, and another one of Fletcher’s crew showed up dead on our doorstep with another note.
What’s worse, I haven’t told Charlie what’s going on. She thinks Kenneth has forgotten all about her and honestly, I love how happy she has been ever since we have been back from the beach. She’s a new person. She’s all smiles and laughs, and super playful.
The other day, she dumped water on One’s head and then poured a cup of flour over him. I recorded it and it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I still watch it when I need a good laugh. My favorite part is when she lifted her finger over her lips to tell me to be quiet while One sat there with Princess and Tutu, talking about how he couldn’t wait for club whores to stop coming around.
And then…bam!
Flour everywhere.
It took him three showers to get it all off him and Charlie was in damn stitches she was laughing so hard. She fell over and Tutu had to catch her. It was one of those laughs that made everyone else laugh. It was a good fucking day.
“Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know how to tell her she’s been in the middle of a budding drug empire. And I don’t know how to tell her that the men that have died from their crew weren’t in car accidents but were murdered. Or how about the man she thought was her husband is working his way through killing God and everybody before he finally gets to her? It isn’t exactly an easy conversation to have.”