Inflame (Explosive)

by Teevan, Tessa

  A wicked gleam crosses his face, and he nods in understanding. His head comes down to the nipple that’s still tingling from the pins, and he brings it into his mouth, where he lovingly laves it with his tongue. At the same time, he treats my other breast to the same enjoyable torture until it hardens as well before replacing the wheel with his mouth, bringing pleasure to the surface as the pain dissipates.

  My breath quickens as he slides it in between my cleavage then moves up as the prickly disc rolls along my collarbone before stopping at the base of my neck. Kale reaches down and slides a free finger in between my legs, barely grazing my clit before he presses down firmly. He doesn’t move it. He just leaves it there as if he’s holding down a button as the increasing pressure begins to build, but it’s just enough to escalate my desire. Involuntarily, my legs try to spread open, but the restraints around my ankles only allow for a couple of inches of movement.

  He leans down and presses a kiss to my neck, just below my ear. “Patience, baby,” he whispers as his teeth bite down on my earlobe and he removes his hand from between my legs.

  He rolls the wheel up to skim my throat, causing my head to tilt back as he captures my lips with his. His kisses are leisurely, unhurried, and the languid motion of his tongue against mine begins to drive me wild. My body starts to tingle as I feel the wheel dig into my shoulder, slowing moving up my arm at a snail’s pace, ensuring that I feel every single pinprick as it ascends to my wrist. A moan bubbles up in my throat, but Kale’s lips capture it as my body begins to writhe underneath him. His slow, deliberate kissing coupled with the meticulous way he’s sliding the wheel up my arm that’s cuffed to the headboard has me trying to clench my thighs, ready to find some sort of friction. He catches me though, and before I can find relief, he slowly pulls his tongue away from my mouth and lifts up. A small whimper escapes my lips, and although I knew what I was getting into when I started this, I’m more than ready for Kale to finish it.

  As the wheel bites into my wrist, just above the restraint, Kale slides a finger between the apex of my thighs, and my breath quickens in anticipation of him finally touching me there. His eyes don’t leave mine as his finger finds my warmth, and they glaze over when he pushes it into me where I know I’m dripping with want.

  “You are so ready for me, baby.” It’s not a question, but a statement of fact, and all I can do is nod in hopes that he’ll quickly put me out of my pleasurable misery. “Always so ready for me.”

  Without prelude, he plunges two more fingers into me as he rhythmically begins to pump them in and out, simultaneously continuing to slide the wheel over my wrist. With each entrance, the pin moves across my wrist, and with each departure of his fingers, the wheel moves up and down, making a crossing pattern that matches the tempo of his fingers as he fucks me with his hand. My breathing quickly turns ragged, and I struggle against the restraint, which only serves to increase the pain on my wrist as it bites into my skin just as the pinwheel does.

  Every few thrusts, he removes his fingers to press down on my clit, and then he leans his head down to give a hard nipple a tug with his teeth, I’m nearly sent over the edge. He brings the wheel down to the base of my belly and lightly treads it across my skin. At the same time he peppers kisses down my belly until his tongue connects with my clit, causing me to cry out. My legs tighten and shake, and I can hear the metal restraints clicking as I try to clasp my legs together. I’m so, so close, and I lift my hips, pressing into his face in hopes that he’ll finally give me sweet relief.

  His head comes up from between my thighs, and a devilish grin covers his face. He slowly slides his fingers out of me and gives me one last pass with the wheel, pushing down with extra pressure that sends a shockwave of pain throughout my body. A needy sob of desire escapes my lips as he rises from the bed and stands at the edge. His playful smile is replaced with a dark look of hunger as his eyes slowly trail down my body. He licks his lips as I pull against the restraints, my legs still clenched together.

  “Kale, please.” I’m panting, ready to beg, but all he does is watch me writhe on the bed as I stare at him with pleading eyes.

  Unable to stand it any longer, I close my eyes, bringing my lower lip between my teeth, where I bite down in hopes of helping to combat this lingering feeling of want. Desire’s flowing through my veins, and with every second that passes without relief, my want—my need—for him builds until I can barely contain my emotions.

  “Look at me, Lucy,” he growls, and I shake my head, keeping my eyes closed tight.

  If he’s going to play with me, to make me wait, then I don’t want to give in to his demands until he’s giving in to the demands of my body. What I don’t realize is that I have no leverage in the matter. He picks up my joined legs and I feel pressure against the bottom of my foot as the wheel rolls over it. The surprise of it has me crying out, and I open my eyes to see Kale holding the stainless steel against my skin, ready to make me come. When my eyes meet his, he gives me a short nod before lowering my legs back down to the bed.

  He slowly hooks the edges of his boxer briefs, and my breath hitches when he slides the material down his legs, allowing his cock, gloriously thick and hard, to spring free. As my eyes graze over it, I can’t help my lick my lips when I see a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I curse my situation as I’m unable to crawl across the bed to lick it away.

  Kale climbs onto the bed, where he positions himself at my wet entrance, and just when I think he’s going to sink into me, he slides his length up and down my slit, coating himself in my slickness. Lifting my hips in invitation, I’m finally given a reprieve as he plunges into me with one forceful thrust.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as the feel of him brings sweet relief, already on the edge of my release as he fills me fully. I try to grind my hips, but he brings his hand to my waist, holding me still.

  Although he’s buried inside me to the hilt, he doesn’t move. Instead, he leans down and peppers kisses along my breasts as he slowly makes his way up to my neck. I realize that he’s not done toying with me and his ultimate goal is to delay my gratification, almost to the point of begging.

  “Kale,” I breathe as his tongue slides along my jaw, and he finally gives into me.

  As he starts moving his hips in a slow, steady fashion, I close my eyes and feel the pleasure building so intensely. I know it’s not going to be long before I’m shattering around him.

  WATCHING LUCY pull at the cuffs as she tries to get me to move inside her is almost my undoing. When I came in the room and saw her waiting for me, I was nearly ready to come on the spot. Her white nightie is virginal, a beautiful contrast against her protruding belly. The way her darkened nipples were on display for me through the thin material had my mouth watering. I have no idea how I got through teasing her with the wheel, but now that I’m buried deep inside her warmth with her looking up at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes, I know every bit of building her anticipation, and my own, was worth it.

  “Kale,” she whispers in a breathy tone, and it’s all I need to finally start moving inside her.

  She closes her eyes as my movements begin, and this time, I let her. Staring down at her, I’m in awe at the sheer beauty of her. There’s a primal sense of pride flowing through my veins as a hand caresses her stomach almost as if it’s a reminder that this sensual, intimate act is for so much more than pleasure. As I pump in and out of her, the need to claim her is almost too much. Quickening my thrusts, I watch as her breasts rise and fall in rapid succession, and I can tell she’s so damn close. The feeling of her pussy compressing around my dick has my balls tightening as my own imminent release rises to the surface.

  As I feel her begin to clench around me, I slide my hand under her and find her ass, slowly massaging her hole. Her lips for an ‘O’ in surprise, but she slowly adjusts to my finger as I slip it inside, working her over as she moans in satisfaction. Her body convulses as her warm juices flow around my dick and her walls clasp around it like a vise.
As I bend down, I capture her mouth and find her tongue, passionately kissing her as I hope to extend her orgasm until I reach my own. Electric currents begin to flow through my body as she comes violently, clutching my dick so hard that I’m being sent over the edge right along with her. I slam into her again and again until I feel my cock convulse, fulfilling my primal need to fill her with the effects of my release. I continue to thrust, in and out, as I’m coming down from my high, slowing my movements with every passing one until I’m unmoving, still seated in her to the hilt. When I finally come back down, I’m utterly, completely spent.

  With one last kiss, I pull back and gaze down at her. Her glossy eyes stare back at me, her cheeks flushed with a heated pink. A slow, sated smirk crosses her face as a bead of sweat falls from my brow. With a shake of my head, I give her my own sly smile as I reach up and click the button to remove the cuffs from her wrists. Taking ahold of them in each of my hands, I gently rub her wrists with my thumbs, hoping to help alleviate any of the soreness.

  She takes one hand out of mine and runs it across the top of my head, where she runs it through my damp hair. “I’ve missed you, Montgomery,” she whispers, causing me to frown. “You’ve been distant all week, baby, and you’ve barely touched me. Trust me. I understand it, but I hope from here on out you’ll let me in, let me help you in any way I can.”

  I can’t help but feel guilty, and I know she’s right. I’ve been too in my head since Lily’s accident, and as much as I’ve been trying to make it up to her, I know I’ve been neglecting Lucy.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I tell her, meaning every word. “But you have to know you’ve already been helping me just by being here. I…I think it’s just something that I’m going to need time to work out, but I promise, I’ll work on it. You’ll have my full attention from here on out.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down until I’m just hovering over her lips. “I don’t need your full attention, Kale. I just need you—all of you.”

  I close the distance between us and press a soft kiss to her lips. “You have me, baby. Heart, soul”—I pause as my dick jerks inside her—“and definitely body.”

  With a shake of her head, she pushes me off her and I slide out of her, instantly missing her warmth. Leaving her restrained, I go to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth to clean her up, which I do. She then gestures to her ankles, and I exit the bed and get on my knees, gently removing them. I caress the red marks just like I did on her wrists then move in to give each one a kiss. Once I release her legs, she slinks to the edge of bed, and I grip her hips, my face in perfect alignment with her belly.

  She brings a finger to my chin and lifts it so I’m looking at her. Her gaze is one of adoration, and my heart quickens. Lucy seems to know exactly what I need, even when I don’t. The fact that she just gave me herself freely, allowing me to take control after a week of feeling helpless, has done wonders for my soul. For the first time since the accident, I feel like I can move on, and I know no one could’ve given me that but her.

  “You own me, Kale Montgomery. Heart, soul”—she rubs her belly—“and most definitely body. From now until forever, I’m yours. And the offer still stands. Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here to listen.”

  I know this should be my in. The moment where I finally break down and tell her everything. I don’t know what my hesitation is, but I know Lucy, and I can’t put this on her right now. Her heart is so big, and I know it’ll break when she finds out the truth. It seems selfish to keep it all in, but at the same time, it seems selfish to lay it all out for her when I know I should be keeping her as stress free as possible. She’s already been dealing with enough from me and Lily, and I tell myself that I’ll tell her everything, but just not now. It doesn’t seem right to talk about Tara and her betrayal in our post-coital bliss, so instead, I swallow hard and give Lucy a tight nod before leaning in to give her belly a kiss. I don’t miss the look of disappointment that covers over her face, but I try to ignore it as best as possible.

  When I scoop her up in my arms, her disappointment seems to fade as she squeals when I leave the room and start walking towards the kitchen.

  “Kale! Put me down. I’m too heavy!” she exclaims in protest, and I just roll my eyes.

  “Baby, I can bench-press double your weight. This is nothing,” I tell her, and it’s her turn for the eye roll. “Plus, I’m freaking ravenous now that you’ve depleted all my energy reserves, and I can imagine that you need to eat, too.”

  She gives me a sheepish grin, and on cue, her stomach growls, causing me to chuckle. I set her down on the counter before I go about making us something to eat. She asks about Lily, and I give her today’s account, every single detail, right down to the fact that she wanted to go outside and play catch again. Lucy just shakes her head and grins, saying that she’s not surprised before launching into the details of the wedding planning with Charlie today. Bracing myself against the top of the refrigerator, I close my eyes, silently thankful that I’ve gotten out of another conversation, but at the same time, regret from not opening up seeps in. I wonder just how long I’m going to be able to keep this up.

  “MMM, ARE we there yet?” I ask for about the hundredth time, sounding like a petulant child. Hey, if Kale’s going to be a dad who insists on driving on all our vacations, then he better get used to it.

  We’re heading down to Gulf Shores for the weekend, and I’ve constantly asked myself on this drive why I ever agreed to having a shower down there. Since Mom and Marisa only live about an hour away from Ginger, it made sense, but now that I’ve spent seven hours in the car with Kale, stopping every hour so I could stretch my legs to keep my blood flowing, the selfish part of me is wishing that I’d made them come to me. We’re not even there and I’m already dreading the drive back home in two days.

  I tried to fly, but at my last appointment, Dr. Foster had advised against it, and Kale wouldn’t even listen to me when I tried to talk him into getting plane tickets. I gave up the fight when he said we could just cancel the whole thing if I was that adamant about flying. The truth is that, as much as I didn’t want to make this drive, I’m more than excited to see Mom, Marisa, and Kale’s family.

  “Baby, how many times are you going to ask me that?” Kale asks, giving me a wry smile. I can’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, but I can only imagine the exasperation in them. “We’ll be there in about an hour, okay? Just be patient.”

  “You try being thirty-four weeks pregnant while you’re carrying twenty-five extra pounds on your bones with a four-pound baby resting against your bladder,” I grumble, citing the estimated baby weight Dr. Foster told us at our appointment this week.

  Kale reaches over and takes my hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss before placing it back on the gearshift. “Just think, babe. In six weeks’ time, he’ll be here and you’ll be able to pee on your own schedule,” he says, obviously finding amusement in my situation. “Now why don’t you get some rest before we get there? You know it’s going to be chaos with both our families in the same house.”

  Leaning my head against the window, I close my eyes, deciding to go with his suggestion. The fact that only six weeks lies between now and the birth of our baby is overwhelming, and I can’t believe how quickly my pregnancy seems to have gone. Then again, it’s been a whirlwind of activity since that fateful day when the test was positive, and I smile at the memories of everything that’s happened since then.

  It’s been a little over a month and half since Lily’s accident, and I pop into her fourth grade classroom from time to time to check on her. She’s recovered completely, and even Kale’s finally started to realize that she’s fine and has stopped insisting on going by Xavier’s place every day after work just to see her with his own two eyes. That, however, doesn’t mean that his overprotective streak hasn’t been kicked out of high gear. He’s been hovering more than usual, waiting on me on hand and foot. While it’s extremely sweet and I get it, it’
s still somewhat smothering, but I remember what Xavier asked me to do, so I allow Kale to continue to watch my every move if it’ll make him feel better.

  At the same time, my frustrations have grown every day that passes without him opening up to me. I poured my heart out to him about Tim and my childhood in hopes that he’d do the same, but he hasn’t mentioned it, and I haven’t brought it back up again. I figure that he’ll tell me when he’s ready, but I’m beginning to wonder if he’ll ever be.

  “Kale was going through his own shit at the time. He needed us as much as we needed him.”

  Xavier’s cryptic words replay in my mind, and while part of me just wants to come right out and ask Kale, the other half of me wants him to tell me on his own. As I feel myself drifting off, the last thought in my mind is wondering if it’s ever going to happen.

  Kale shakes me awake, much like he’s done every time we’ve ended a long drive. Yawning, I stretch and smile when I see Ginger’s beach house before me. More than ready to get out of this car, I open the door and jump out, twisting my torso to get my blood flowing again. I move to the trunk where Kale’s grabbing our bags, and when I go to reach for mine, he scowls at me and pulls it away. It’s just a small duffle bag, seeing as how we’re going only going to be here for two days, but he won’t give it to me.

  “No lifting,” he scolds, closing the trunk and moving towards the house.

  Grumbling after him, I can’t help but feel helpless. “I’m not an invalid, Kale. I can carry a four-pound bag.”

  He ignores my comment and gestures for me to open the door, and I comply, giving him my own scowl. I open the door to complete chaos as Ginger, Kalli, Marisa, and Mom all start calling out greetings. Steve’s sitting back on the couch, watching the women gather around, and he just shakes his head and grins as he catches my eye. Kale seems him and nods appreciatively.