“God,” she gasped when his tongue slowly traveled along the slit between her legs before stopping at her clit.
“I didn’t get my dessert earlier,” he said as he used the tip of his tongue to press down on the sensitive nerves, driving her to the height of madness.
“Have—to—come,” she gasped.
“Not until I say so,” he said, his voice harsh, commanding.
His tongue returned to her flesh, exploring and taunting every inch of her before entering her. She struggled to breathe as he drove his tongue in and out, fucking her in a way she’d never been fucked before.
She stiffened her body, fighting back her orgasm once more. When he finally allowed her to come, she feared she’d died in the explosion. He read her body almost as easily as he read his damn books, and he pulled out as she was about to hit the pinnacle.
“Damn you!” she screamed.
He chuckled, refusing to rise to her angry bait, and replaced his tongue with two fingers. He shoved them inside without preamble and her back arched in delight as he drove them deeply, roughly.
Three times she climbed to the peak and three times he denied her release. She was quivering, crying, and still he played.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Not yet.” His fingers left her pussy despite her body’s struggle to hold them inside. He dragged his dripping digits down, pausing at the opening to her anus.
She gasped as he slowly pushed one wet finger inside her ass. “Easy,” he murmured, when she tensed up. The feeling, the idea of him invading her ass, felt foreign and yet thoroughly exciting. When his finger was completely lodged inside her tight hole, he paused.
“How far will you go?” he repeated.
His words began to take on a clearer meaning. She lay bound to his bed, blindfolded, his finger buried in her ass, her body screaming for the climax he’d denied for hours—and she understood.
There was nothing he wouldn’t take from her. And yet, she knew—really knew—there also wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give her either.
“Take me,” she answered. “Take all of me.”
She sensed her words freed something he’d kept restrained, hidden until that moment. He pulled the finger out of her ass, added a second and took her closer to heaven than she’d ever been. He pushed her hard, far, and she reveled in his demands. She heard the tear of foil as he continued to fuck her ass with his fingers. His fist lightly bumped against her clit and she realized he was putting on a condom.
Keeping his fingers lodged in her anus, he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy.
She cried out her relief, her gratitude, her wonder. “Yes,” she hissed and he slowly pushed inside, giving her everything she hadn’t realized she’d been missing for a lifetime. Once he was buried to the hilt, he paused and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Hard.”
A second hadn’t elapsed before he moved within her. His cock in her cunt and his fingers in her ass drove her to climax in an instant.
“Come,” he said and she cried out her release, the inner muscles of her pussy clenching against his relentless cock as he continued to pound inside her. Twice more he led her to the crest, pushing her over into the brilliant white light before he gave in to his own needs.
She moaned when his cock and fingers left her body, relishing the hard, heavy weight of him as he collapsed on top of her. He reached up to release the restraints, removed the blindfold and shoved himself to her side as she took him into her embrace, her kisses mingling with the sweat on his brow.
“Stay the night,” he murmured and she grinned at the sleepiness in his voice.
“Okay,” she agreed.
“Stay every night.”
She leaned back and saw that he had drifted off to sleep, his words beating a tattoo in her brain and on her heart.
Stay every night.
Chapter Eight
“Hey Tris. I need two Coronas and a glass of white zinfandel.” Keira rubbed her neck, trying to stretch the stiff muscles in her shoulders and back. Since spending the night with Will two days earlier, she hadn’t had time to see him again. Pop had suffered another dizzy spell and Keira had confined him to bed, working double shifts and bullying her siblings into doing the same to ensure the man stayed put.
“Busy damn night. You’d think it was the weekend,” Tris complained.
“There’s a big conference going on. Apparently they let the stockbrokers out for good behavior early tonight.” Although the good behavior part was certainly stretching things. She’d slapped away more than a few wandering hands as they’d headed for her ass.
“Here are your drinks,” Tris said, handing her the beers and wine. Teagan was singing on the tiny stage in the corner and Keira could see the dark circles under her sister’s eyes. Clearly Keira and Ewan were going to have to sit down and study the books, find a way to hire some extra help. Business was doing well and her brothers and sisters deserved to have lives outside the walls of the pub and restaurant. She placed the drinks on the table and turned, running into a solid wall of hard muscle.
“Will,” she said, her exhaustion fading away in the face of his welcome company. His eyes narrowed as he studied her face.
“You’re tired,” he said.
“Look that good, do I?” she teased.
“You look gorgeous, but I don’t like these.” He ran his hand along the worry lines in her forehead. “Or these,” he said as his fingers traced what she was sure were dark circles identical to her sister’s.
“Pop still isn’t feeling well so the rest of us are filling in.”
“Can you take a break?” he asked. “Just a short one?”
She glanced around and caught Ewan’s attention. Her younger brother walked over.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Can you cover me for a few minutes?”
Ewan looked Will up and down as she fought to roll her eyes. Her brothers really were going to have to get over these juvenile intimidation tactics. “I guess. But don’t be too long. It’s nuts in here.”
She started to lead Will to a table, but he pulled her up short. “Somewhere private,” he whispered in her ear.
She considered his request and led him down a back hallway to a small storage closet. “I’m afraid this is a private as it gets.”
“This will do,” he said as he closed the door behind him, casting them in darkness.
“There’s a light switch behind you,” she said, reaching around his large frame to try to find it.
“The dark is fine,” he said. “Pull up your skirt and take off your panties.”
“Will…” She started to protest, despite her body’s immediate willingness to comply.
“Do it now, Keira.”
She raised her skirt and started to remove her panties. Will sped the process along and she was surprised by his haste. He was never in a hurry and she actually felt a gush of wetness fill her pussy at the idea of experiencing her first quickie.
“Ooo,” she said as she rubbed her hand over his clad cock.
“Careful, Keira. That’s not what we’re here for,” he murmured, removing her hand.
“It’s not?”
He brushed a light kiss against her cheek. “It’s not,” he replied. “Turn around and bend over at the waist. There’s a shelf in front of you. Grab hold of it.”
She turned, wondering at his odd request until his hands drifted along her ass, then her mind didn’t give a shit what he wanted so long as he kept touching her. She gripped the shelf to hold herself steady in the face of his sensual fondling.
“You’re working too hard and you’re too tense,” he said, his hands moving to the slit between her legs. “I thought perhaps I could help you relax.”
“Relaxing sounds good,” she said, and he chuckled.
“I do love your willingness to play.”
She felt a coolness on her ass and she flinched. “Will?”
“Just some lube,” he replied. “It’ll warm up soon enough.”
He worked the slick gel into her ass with one finger as she fought back a groan. Something hard pressed against her anus and she started to rise. His hand on her back held her in place as he continued to push something inside her.
“It’s a butt plug,” he explained. “It will stretch you so you’re better able to accommodate my cock inside you. It’s not as big as I am, but it’s a start. Now relax.”
She tried to take a deep breath, tried to assimilate to the foreign object he was working into her small opening. When the plug was fully seated, she started to rise but he stopped her again. “Not yet. There’s still another hole to fill.”
“Another?” she asked as his hand drifted to her drenched pussy.
“I don’t want this sweet cunt to feel empty.” She felt the vaginal balls they’d purchased together being pushed inside her one at a time, teasing her sensitive flesh as she accepted them.
When he was finished, he reached beneath her and pulled her up. She struggled to stand upright as the toys filled her to brimming. Her breathing, rapid with excitement, hitched at the intensity of being doubly taken by his naughty gifts.
He bent down and bid her to lift first one foot and then the other. She was shocked to realize he was replacing her panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he pulled up the scrap of lace and smoothed her skirt back over her hips.
“Helping you relax.”
“You don’t expect me to wait tables like this?” she asked when she felt him turn around to open the door.
“Of course I do. Don’t worry, Keira. I’ll be in the pub.”
“That’s not the point,” she protested. “I’m not sure I can walk like this, let alone work—”
“You can walk with them inside you and you will,” he insisted. “I’ll be working on my book and watching over you.”
He opened the door and they walked out into the corridor. She sucked in a sharp breath at the balls moving around in her vagina. “Holy shit,” she said breathlessly.
He grinned. “I want you to think about how good it’s going to feel when I take those toys out and fuck you later.”
Her pussy clenched in delight at the thought. “Tonight?”
“I’m going to bend you over that bar once everyone is gone and take you harder than you’ve ever been taken before.”
She shivered at the thought. “Wonder if I can convince Tristan to close early.”
Will laughed. “No cheating. It’s just after midnight and the bar doesn’t close until two a.m. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a little relief around one.”
“Damn you,” she cursed as she took a couple steps down the hallway before gripping his arm, fighting against the pleasure the toys were causing in her body.
“Breathe deeply and move slowly. You’ll be fine.”
For an hour, Will watched as Keira waited tables. He pretended to jot down an outline for his textbook, but in truth he couldn’t take his eyes off his lovely girlfriend as she struggled to do her job while fighting back the mother of all orgasms. Her nipples were erect and he’d had to force himself to remain seated as several of the male patrons of the pub ogled her, sexual interest written all over their faces. Perhaps this experiment of his wasn’t such a great idea after all.
He’d spoken to her briefly on the phone during the past two days and he could tell she was working too hard and far too worried about her father’s health. He’d hoped a little sexual play would take her mind off her troubles and since it didn’t seem likely she would come to him, he’d come to her.
If her flushed face and labored breathing were any indication, he’d say he’d achieved his goal. He’d bet a million dollars Keira wasn’t thinking about anything at the moment except the time when he would bend her over the bar and give her exactly what her body was screaming for.
He grinned as she approached him and glanced at his watch. Right on time.
“It’s one o’clock,” she said, her sultry voice driving even more blood into his already full cock.
“So it is.” He rose and gestured for her to sit down in the booth. He’d chosen the same corner booth from the first night he’d asked her out, aware that it provided the seclusion they would need.
Her eyebrows crinkled with confusion and he fought back a laugh. She’d obviously thought he would take her back to the storeroom, but her response to his visit in the dressing room had cued him in to the realization that his lovely Keira wasn’t opposed to a little public display of affection.
She sat, hissing as she did so, no doubt pushing the balls in her cunt and the plug in her ass a bit deeper.
He bit back his own groan, his cock throbbing for some sort of relief.
“Put your left leg over my knee,” he commanded once they were settled. Her eyes drifted to Tristan and Ewan working behind the bar. “They can’t see us,” he assured her.
Her leg moved into place, leaving her thighs spread apart enough that he could touch her freely. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, drawing her close for a kiss, while his left hand ventured under her skirt.
“What are you going to do?” she whispered when his fingers dipped beneath her panties.
“I want to watch you come.”
“Here?” she asked in disbelief, whimpering at the end of her question as he slid one finger inside to play with the balls in her pussy. “Oh God. I can’t take this,” she said.
Her cunt was dripping wet and by the sound of her breathing, he knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her off.
“Please, Will,” she said as he shushed her.
“Quiet, beauty. Wouldn’t want your brothers to hear you. By the way, you can come at will.”
“Shit,” she muttered, shuddering in the face of his permission.
She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead into his shoulder. He felt her teeth bite into the material of his shirt as he slowly moved his finger inside her, using the balls to rub her G-spot with each thrust. Within seconds, he felt her pussy muscles clench against him, certain she’d bruised his finger with the strength of her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, panting harshly against his chest, her teeth clenched in his shirt. He held her tightly as she trembled in his embrace and he slowly dragged his finger out of her, leaving the balls in place.
“Take them out,” she pleaded.
He leaned back to look at her flushed face. “Are you in pain?” he asked, concerned for a moment that he was truly hurting her.
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can take much more of this.”
He smiled and kissed her gently. “Only one more hour and then I’ll fuck you as long and as hard as you wish. You’re so amazing,” he praised.
He watched her attempt to compose herself before nodding once. “One hour and then you’ll do whatever I want.”
“Promise,” he said.
“Good night,” she said as she walked the last customers to the door, locking it behind them. It had been the longest night of her career as a waitress. Will’s torturous toys had driven her to distraction with each step she’d taken, but nothing was as crushing to her willpower as Will’s close proximity and the knowledge that she couldn’t fuck him.
He was currently walking around with Teagan, helping her bus the last few tables. He smiled at her determined look as she approached.
“You look beat, Teagan. Why don’t you go on upstairs? I bet I can convince Will to stick around and help clean up,” she said, forcing a lightness into her voice she didn’t feel. If her sister didn’t leave soon, she was going to get one helluva show, because Keira wasn’t waiting much longer and she didn’t care who stayed to watch.
“I’m not proud,” Teagan replied. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I’m cooked. Night y’all.” Her sister tossed her the dishcloth she was using to wipe up the tables as she headed for the stairs to t
heir apartment. Teagan passed Tristan, who was headed back from the kitchen with the bar glasses he’d just washed.
He sighed tiredly as he placed the rack on the bar and started restocking it with the clean glasses.
“Will volunteered to stick around and help me clean up,” she said, certain her sister had been the easy sell. “Why don’t you head up to bed, Tris? We can finish this.”
Her brother narrowed his eyes at Will and she sensed him struggling to reject her offer just to spite her new boyfriend. However, in her favor seemed to be the reality that Tris really was dog-tired.
She drove the nail in farther. “I’m exhausted myself. Probably won’t be more than fifteen or twenty minutes behind you,” she lied. Her brother was a champion sleeper. He’d be dead to the world in his bed within five minutes of hitting the top of the stairs.
He shrugged. “Okay. Don’t be too long,” he warned. She acted annoyed, even though she knew the threat was empty.
Tris left and Keira turned to watch Will lowering the shades on the bar’s front windows. He turned off the lights as well so they were left in virtual darkness except for the dimmed streetlights outside that showed through the sheer blinds. The street outside was quiet, peaceful, and it felt as if they were alone in the city.
He walked toward their corner booth and she was surprised by his choice of destination. “Come here,” he commanded.
She followed him, the feeling of the toys no less potent than they’d been when he put them inside her two hours earlier. As she stepped up beside him, she was shocked when he roughly turned her toward the booth, bending her over the table. He quickly raised her skirt and pulled down her panties.
“In a hurry?” she teased, though her heart was beating loud enough to drum out any response he may have made.
His fingers dipped inside her wet pussy, pulling out the two balls, one at a time. She looked over her shoulder and watched him place them in the pocket of his denim jacket before removing it and draping it over the chair of the table behind them. He turned back to face her and opened his pants.
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