by Heather Long
Ignoring his snort, I opened the door wider for him. “Clearly, you needed it.”
“Clearly.”
Coop
Surfing lessons were hilarious. Everyone but Frankie and I seemed to have some measure of a clue for what they were doing. It was skiing all over again, only with a lot fewer clothes and no instructor hitting on Frankie.
Okay, correction, no instructor not named Archie, Jake, or Bubba hitting on Frankie. The waves were strong on the western side of the isle where we’d driven on four wheelers to do our surfing. No lie, I liked the four wheelers more than the surfing itself. Probably didn’t help that I could not pop up to my feet to save my life without falling off the damn board.
Frankie seemed to be having as much trouble as I was, but neither of us could stop laughing long enough. Jake just shook his head at us, but Archie and Bubba seemed determined to get us to do it at least once.
“Hey,” Frankie called from where she straddled her board. We’d paddled out here and watched the others ride the last wave in, since neither of us had been in any great hurry. The fact we could see our feet in the water and the colorful fish below us added to the relaxing effect. Low tide was the best waves to ride, and they weren’t particularly high here, at least not right now.
“Hey, beautiful, come here often?” I grinned, and she laughed.
“Smooth.”
“Eh, I don’t have to be smooth,” I commented, dusting the water droplets off my shoulders. The fact her eyes dipped a little to check me out made me smile wider. It was one thing to be adored by her, but something else to know I turned her on. I could not fathom going back.
Not now.
Not ever.
“No?” The challenge in her voice dragged my attention up to the sparkle in her eyes. I’d always loved how green they were. They fit her mood, darkening when she was sad, growing flinty when she was angry, and shining—just like they were right now—when she was happy.
“Nope,” I continued. “I’m your favorite. I don’t have to impress you. You love me, warts and all.”
“That’s true,” she began, then frowned. “Wait—you have warts?”
I laughed. “You’ll just have to inspect me closer.” The words did what I wanted, she flicked a look back down to my chest. We’d all been getting tanner, but she’d just turned more golden. I loved how sun-kissed her skin was.
“Deal.”
Yep, I was the favorite. “I haven’t forgotten about the piercing.”
“Coop…”
“Nope,” I said holding up a hand. “I haven’t forgotten about it, and I’m not committing to it yet either. I only pierced my ear when you got yours done in solidarity.”
Frankie laughed. That was such a magical sound. “So you want me to pierce something if you do?”
My mouth froze half open, and I stared at her for a moment. To be honest, that thought hadn’t occurred to me. But the idea of her piercing something just for me? Okay…my cock might be really onboard with that idea. “Not your nipples or your clit,” I told her firmly. Honestly, based on my reading, my dick was gonna need a few weeks if I pierced it, and that was bad enough. I didn’t want her out of commission. At least I could watch while the guys fucked her if it was me.
A shiver skated up her spine. “That hadn’t actually occurred to me, but fair would be fair.”
“No,” I said with some emphasis. “Nothing pierces those breasts or that sweet pussy of yours.” Surprise flickered through her eyes, along with a hint of a pleased smile. Maybe this was why Bubba did it, but the command was less about her bending to me and more about protecting her. “But…” At the same time, the idea of her piercing something just for me?
Yeah, I loved the guys like brothers and they all had their needs and demands for her. I made few of them.
“Would you pierce something if I asked?”
She let out a blissful little breath and then paddled closer until our knees brushed. “Don’t you know I’d do anything for you?” I knew she meant all of us. That didn’t need to be said aloud, and at the same time, my cock and heart both thrummed at that declaration. “I’d do it, even if you didn’t get pierced.”
Curling a lock of her damp hair around my finger, I leaned toward her, and she met me halfway. The open-mouthed kiss was equal parts sexy and sweet. Just like her. “Your navel,” I whispered against her mouth before I scraped my teeth over her lower lip. “Pierce your belly button for me. Something green, like your eyes.”
“And something gray, like a steel bar, for yours?” The offer turned me inside out.
“Fuck, Frankie.”
“Right now?” She waggled her eyebrows at me, then slid her hand along my waistband, tugging us closer. “We brought towels for the beach.”
“You want the guys to see?” I had zero problem with this, and her eyes lit up.
“You like to watch, but do you like to show off?”
Right now? Fuck yes.
“Race you to shore?”
“First one there has to be on bottom.”
Not like that was a hardship. I barely heard the guys as we laid down on our boards and started arm over arm swimming back toward shore.
Someone—probably Jake—yelled out for us to pop up, but neither of us listened. As we glided in toward shore, we slid off the boards, and I grabbed hers up to help her balance while catching up my own. I made it a half step ahead of her and got the towels spread out and settled. She grinned at me as she tugged me free of my shorts, pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and slid down on me.
Fuck.
This was the life.
Ian
Every night on the island, we ended up sitting around the outdoor fire, laughing and talking until the early hours of the morning. Some days, we were up with the sunrise anyway. Others, we slept late. The master bedroom in the house had a gigantic bed we could all share, though we were all just as likely to steal Frankie away to one of the other rooms or even out to the deck.
Tonight, it was my turn to steal her away. I’d told her no wine earlier. I’d skipped alcohol too. Most of the evenings we’d been too tipsy to play or to give Frankie her reward for being such an incredibly good girl. The fact she’d gone to her knees for me at every opportunity but hadn’t once pouted because I hadn’t rewarded her yet, made tonight all that sweeter.
I patted Archie on the shoulder as Frankie’s fingers linked with mine. “Behave, boys. We’ll be back in a little while.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Archie said in a dry tone.
“Me or him?” Frankie teased, and Archie laughed.
“You guess.”
“That means lots of options,” she stage-whispered to me, and I tucked her under my arm.
“Man, I wanna watch,” Coop complained with a grin, but he didn’t move a muscle from where he sprawled in one of the chairs, feet up and a beer in hand.
“Too bad,” I told him and then led Frankie inside. The guys’ laughter followed us as we made our way upstairs and to one of the bedrooms I’d picked for this. I’d set it up earlier while they’d been playing billiards. Frankie was a mean shot, even when the guys cheated by rubbing against her ass.
Served them right that she cleaned them out every time.
Math, as she liked to say, was all about the angles.
At the door to the room, I glanced down at her, and her serene expression knocked me in the gut. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl, and I’d practiced and worked it out a dozen times before I’d been ready to consider playing tonight.
“We’re going slow and easy,” I told her. “The only rules are it has to feel good. Anytime you want it to stop, you say stop, the ropes come off, and it’s just us. No harm no foul.”
She shuddered as she turned to wrap her arms around me. Rising, she kissed me lightly. “I trust you.” Those three words meant almost as much to me as I love you. Maybe more. “I want this. I want you.”
Cupping the back of her nec
k, I slid my hand up into her hair, and she went boneless, relaxing into my hand as if I’d asked for the surrender. She offered it up so easily and without hesitation.
“Strip for me?”
Not taking her gaze off me, she pushed her shorts down and then tugged the sleep shirt off over her head. We’d all showered and changed when we got back. Her skin had this golden burnished look to it from the sun, save for the fainter tan around her breasts and then the paler strip along her pubic bone where the bikini covered her.
She’d trimmed all the way down for the trip, not that anyone had asked her to. The thin strip of soft golden hair that matched her head arrowed straight toward her pussy, and I had to ground myself to keep from stroking it.
Bikini lines was all she’d said, but if Rachel took her to get waxed, she’d kept that to herself. It had better have been a woman, and if it hadn’t been, I needed to not ever know.
Boxing away that thought, I didn’t worry about it. Frankie was comfortable, and that was the important part. I opened the door for her, and she stepped inside slowly, her breath caught before she’d taken more than a couple of steps. I let her absorb the view while I leaned in the doorway, enjoying my own.
The doors were open on either side, letting a breeze flow in. It ruffled the sheers. There were no lights save for the tiki torches along the balcony that flickered in the wind. The scents of ocean breeze and dry rainforest around us on the island, including flora I didn’t even have names for, filled the air. Pillows lined the floor, along with a couple of thicker throws to keep her legs comfortable if she had to kneel for a while.
With a sigh, she moved toward the pillows I’d stacked and turned to face me before she went down on her knees. The breeze stirred up her hair, and it slid over her skin, caressing it like I wanted to.
“Close your eyes,” I told her, and she locked her gaze on me for a long heartbeat before her lashes fluttered shut. The inescapable trust flooded me with so much pride and affection. “I love you, Angel.”
The corners of her mouth curved a little higher. She mouthed the words ‘I love you too’ without giving them voice. Not testing her limits or boundaries.
“While I adore this, I do miss my little brat too.”
A giggle escaped her, and she dared one eye open to look at me, and I sighed at the pure mischief in her expression.
“But that’s part of your plan—make me miss it so I’ll savor it all the more when it returns.”
I wasn’t wrong, and she rested her hands on her thighs, legs apart so I had a perfect view of her pink pussy. It glistened in the light. There was even a hint of moisture on her thighs. She was already turned on.
Good.
When her eyes closed again, I picked up her clothes before I stepped into the room and closed the door. I could lock it, but I trusted the guys. They hadn’t been invited, and they wouldn’t intrude…
Then Jake’s words from a few months earlier swirled up. An unlocked door was an invitation. I locked it before continuing to the bed where I’d left my surprise. I stripped out of my T-shirt and left it on the corner of the bed, folded neatly with hers. Uncovering the bamboo silk ropes I’d brought just for the occasion, I eyed the two lengths. One was red and the other blue.
A glance back at Frankie showed her sitting patiently, eyes closed, and head tilted up as though appreciating the breeze stroking over her skin. The blue was a little heavier than the red. This was more about sensation than true restraint tonight.
I wanted to practice the knotting on her, for the first time, without an audience. I’d discussed this at length with Lyssa and Richard. As long as I monitored her pulse and breathing and didn’t let her sub drop too far, we would be fine.
Closing the distance to her, I knelt down in front of her. With a light hand, I shaped it over her hair as though stroking it and carefully brushed it away from her face. “How are you feeling, Angel?”
“Loved,” she whispered.
Holy hell.
I set the rope aside, then cupped her face and kissed the hell out of her. Her mouth opened to me as I swept my tongue in to taste her. Frankie leaned into the kiss, taking and giving in equal measure. While I might control the kiss, she refused nothing and offered everything. I could drown in the taste of her, fuck, part of me just wanted to lay her back and make love to her for hours.
Restraint.
Who knew she would challenge me constantly on that level? Breaking the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers and enjoyed the fact her breathing came in quick little gasps, much like my own. With one hand, I reached for the rope and kept her still with my forehead pressed to hers.
“Do you know why I asked you to not drink tonight?”
Her teeth scraped over the pink of her lower lip, flushing it a deeper red for a moment before she said, “I know I was hoping we would play more, but I didn’t want to ask.”
“Because you’re my beautiful, wonderful, and very sweet good girl.” Mine.
She sighed. “Yes.”
I ran the rope up and down her arm, stroking her skin and enjoying the goosebumps prickling her flesh as I got her used to it. The swift intake of air and the way her lips parted were exactly the reaction I sought.
“Sir?” There was so much need in that one syllable, it looped its very own knot around my dick and pulled it tight.
“Oh yes, Angel. You ready to let me practice on you?”
“How do you want me?”
I closed my eyes and grounded myself. I would need every ounce of my control for this. “Just like you are,” I told her. “We’re going to do a simple knot. I want to wrap your torso, your breasts, and your thighs, then your wrists, and if you enjoy that, it’ll be my turn to reward you.”
The little shudder she released filled me with an inescapable pleasure. If it were possible, she relaxed more. Exactly what I wanted.
“The chest harness,” I began as I began using single columns to wrap the rope around her midsection, then up and over her breasts. At the first brush of the rope, her nipples pulled tighter, flushing with color, and I paused to swirl my tongue over one. Her fingers dug into her thighs, and I bit down gently. “Don’t hurt yourself.” The moment I gave the order, her hands relaxed, and then I sucked on the nipple I’d bitten lightly until she let out another of those breathy sighs and a trickle of dampness escaped from her pussy.
“My sweet girl,” I whispered and then laved attention to the other nipple until both were wet and glistening. Only when I had them both fully flushed a deep red and her breath coming in deeper, harsher pants and the hint of a squirm in her posture did I move on. The harness took time to build, and by now, every touch of the rope had her reacting.
But my beautiful girl fought to stay still for me.
I wasn’t comfortable with rope around her neck, so I framed it over her shoulders, weaving the knots until they formed two shoulder pieces like a tank top and didn’t threaten that lovely column of throat.
Moving to her back, I traced my fingers over her tattoo. She and Jake had been talking about his new tattoo, and I’d seen that glimmer of light in her eyes each time they went over the different designs for the wings and the colors. When I followed the loop of my name, another shiver raced over her.
Delicate little tremors of reaction. Her wrists I looped gently, then bound to her waist. I didn’t want to arch her uncomfortably, since she would be kneeling for a while. Once they were secure, I eased her back, she melted into me and let me position her against the nest of pillows.
The position kept her thighs apart and her feet flat on the floor. I ran the rope between her legs and then tied each thigh lightly to an ankle. Each piece hooked into the other. The red silk against her golden skin was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever seen beyond the way her eyes shifted when she came.
With care, I sat back on my heels and just admired her. She lay there, relaxed, no part of her trying to hold her pose. The ropes kept her legs apart and her hands down and comfortable. They
also cradled her. Her breathing came, nice and even, and with two fingers, I checked her pulse.
It thrummed steadily, and the dampness between her thighs filled the air with its own musky invitation.
“How are you doing, Angel?”
“Wonderful,” she whispered. “How are you?”
I grinned. “I’m blessed. Because you love me.”
Her smile grew wider. “Can I see you?”
“Open your eyes,” I whispered, and they flickered open to reveal pupils swollen to swallow almost all of the green until they were like pockets of the night. “Hello, my sweet angel.”
“Sir Ian,” she whispered like it was a revelation. I loved how she said my name. I had from the beginning.
“Can you take a little more? Can my good, perfect girl take more for me?”
“I’ll take anything for you.”
Yes. She would. My cock was stone, pressed so tight against the zipper on my shorts, it would likely be wearing the imprint. But my pleasure was right here, soaking up hers.
“Good girl,” I praised her as I stroked my hands down her sides, then up to her nipples. I gave each one a hard, sharp tug that had her gasping. “That’s it, hold nothing back.” Pinching one like my fingers were a clamp, I dipped my head down to those thighs of hers and began to sample the sweet trickle of need soaking her labia.
Her sighs turned to moans as I plunged my tongue into her, coating my face in her before I circled her clit. The little bud was so swollen and flushed, it almost looked painful. I cast my glance up to find her body arched, her eyes on me. I released her nipple in the same moment I sucked her clit against my teeth, and she came with a shriek.
The cry elongated, and heat flooded me. I’d made her scream like that.
I was going to do it again.
I began to eat her out in earnest. She was the sweetest treat I’d ever have. The first one I wanted. The last I would ever want. Her sighs and moans rose and fell as she fought to hold on, but I was relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure, and when she was shaking all over, I rose, stripped off my shorts, and tugged the knots so they would come free.