She moaned around his cock. There was something so arousing about those two words. He tightened his grip on her hair and said, “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”
She felt another gush of arousal between her thighs at his praise. He pushed further into her mouth, until her nose brushed against his pelvis. He cursed and said, “Oh god. Take it all. Take it all.”
Taryn felt her own arousal coating her inner thighs, now. Every thrust into her mouth put her closer to the edge. He wouldn’t have to do anything but brush against her, and she’d explode at this rate. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to stop the ache.
She immediately heard him say, “Thighs apart, baby. Not yet.”
Taryn whimpered around his cock, desperate to take the edge off of her arousal.
“You can come now,” he said. “But you won’t come later if you do. I’ll let that be your choice.”
Taryn kept her hands behind her back and moved her legs apart.
His voice strained, he asked her, “Are you going to get me hard again when I come in your mouth, baby?”
Taryn tried her best to nod. When she felt his cock nudge against the back of her throat, she concentrated on breathing through her nose. The hand fisted in her hair tightened. She moaned in response.
He groaned her name, both as a curse and a warning. Seconds later, he exploded in her mouth on a rough groan.
Taryn swallowed until he eased back. As he pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, he said, “Jesus Christ.” She was surprised when he reached down to stroke a hand against her cheek. He looked at her now with such naked adoration in his eyes that it was almost startling.
She panted slightly, catching her breath. He reached down to help her into a standing position again.
As he looked her over again, he said, “Lie on the bed for me. On your back. Hands on the headboard.”
When she lay down, he moved to his dresser, rummaging, until he pulled out a long piece of cloth. She idly wondered if he was going to bind her hands again. He walked toward her and said, “Lift your head up.”
He blindfolded her, then asked, “Can you see anything?”
“No,” she said. “Just some light around the edges.”
She heard more rummaging again, and waited breathlessly for something to happen. For anything to happen. She was slowly being driven insane. But then again, she supposed that was the point.
When the bed dipped, she felt a hand drift over her belly and trail down toward her aching pussy. She didn’t raise her hips, though she was desperate for him to touch her. She knew he’d only move his hand away.
He trailed his fingers over the telltale wetness on her thighs and asked, “Did sucking my cock make you wet, sweetheart?”
She nodded, though he clearly already knew the answer to that question.
He asked her again, his voice more sharp, “Did sucking my cock make you wet?”
He was clearly looking for a verbal response. So she answered honestly, “Yes. Sucking your cock always makes me wet. I like the feel of you in my mouth and knowing that I’m giving you pleasure.”
There was a beat of silence before the bed shifted. She felt his mouth press against hers. He slowly sucked her bottom lip between his, nipping it between his teeth. When she opened her mouth, he dipped his tongue in and gave her a leisurely kiss that left her desperate to pull him closer.
She made a sound of disappointment when he gentled the kiss and backed away.
“I think you’ll enjoy this much more,” he said.
A moment later, she felt the drag of something foreign across her belly. Almost like plastic. She concentrated on the sensation, trying to figure out what it was. As he rubbed it over her breasts, she shifted slightly, but still didn’t manage to feel anything but the light drag of it over her flesh.
He continued to tease her for minutes until she heard the flick of a switch, followed by a light buzzing. Whatever it was, it vibrated. Thank god.
She felt her nipples tighten even further when he trailed it against her belly, drawing slow circles. Finally, he moved her legs apart and ran it across the wetness at the top of her thighs.
“Come as often as you like, baby. Scream if you need to, but don’t move your hands.”
She started to nod, then began to shudder, coming almost immediately after he touched it to her pussy. Her back arched, she cried out as wave after wave of release pummeled her. She was on the verge of being unable to breathe when he backed off.
She panted wildly, trying to catch her breath. When her breathing became less rapid, he shifted it back so that it lay directly on her clit. She came again, unable to stop herself. Raising her hips to press against it, she continued to whimper as she felt another orgasm coming on.
She continued to shudder against the toy for long minutes until he finally flipped it off. As she struggled to control her breathing, she felt his hand against her cheek. She pressed her cheek against it, unable to form words.
When she was finally able to speak again, she said, “Wow.”
He leaned in and took her mouth with his again, this time kissing her with more urgency. As he stretched out beside her, she longed to take her hands off the headboard and run them through his hair. She wanted him pressed up against her, inside her.
Soon, she felt her pulse start to even out again. Her heart was no longer beating so rapidly that she was afraid it would come out of her chest. As if he realized that she was getting too comfortable, he began to work his way down her body.
He firmly gripped one breast and pulled her nipple into his mouth. She arched against him as she felt the rasp of his tongue against her. He spent long minutes teasing her breasts with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He gently rubbed his five o’clock shadow along the soft underside. He seemed to know exactly how to turn her into an incomprehensible mess.
When she felt the drag of something cold and metallic across her skin, she gave a small shiver. He drew his head back and reached up to pinch her nipple between his fingers. He said, “Let me know if it’s too much.”
She nodded.
“Tell me when,” he said.
A moment later she felt him move his fingers but felt the pinch of something foreign against her nipple. The pinching became more urgent until she gave a small wince and said, “When. When.”
The pain backed off, and she now felt the sensation that her nipple was being gripped, though she knew it wasn’t by him. She felt him climb over her, his rigid erection brushing against her in the process.
Again, she felt his mouth on her other breast, then the foreign sensation of the other clamp being put on. When the sensation became too acute, she said, “When,” again.
He gently loosened the clamp, then picked up the chain that held the clamps together and gave it a slight tug. She felt twin spikes of sensation that shot all the way to her core.
She arched her back and said, “Oh fuck.”
“Too much?” he asked.
“No, no. Do that again, please.”
He chuckled and said, “Not quite yet.”
When he had settled between her thighs, he began to rub the head of his cock against her slippery flesh. He said, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Desperate to be filled, she complied. She felt him press forward, until he was buried inside her. She whimpered and said, “I feel so full.”
In response, he reached up to run his fingertips along her cheek.
He began to slide in and out of her at a maddeningly gentle pace. Eventually he leaned back, trailing his hand between her breasts. He gave the chain a gentle tug that had her crying out and clenching around him. He groaned in response, and continued to periodically pull on it until she was panting his name and rocking her hips against his, on the verge of another orgasm.
Just when the tension became almost unbearable, he pulled out of her and said, “On all fours.”
She whimpered at the loss and waited for him to move so she could comply.
He
shifted, then helped her up and positioned her. Once she was on all fours, she felt the palm of his hand press between her shoulder blades. She lowered the upper half of her body so that it lay on the bed and turned her face to the side.
This position put her clamped nipples in direct contact with the mattress. She moaned at the delicious sensation when he wove his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and tugged on it gently. He poised himself at her opening again.
“I’m not going to be gentle now,” he said, his voice strained.
“Don’t be,” she begged. “Don’t be gentle.”
He drove into her, all traces of the earlier tenderness gone. Each time he slid into her, her clamped nipples rubbed and pressed against the comforter. The combination of the increased pressure on her already tender breasts and quick thrusts that brushed her g-spot was driving her wild. She exploded again, moaning out his name.
When she started to slide forward, he released her hair and said, “Not yet, baby. You’ve got another one in there. Give it to me.”
She felt the sting of his palm against her ass cheek and gave a low moan as she felt herself immediately begin to clench up again. Her hips working against his now, she said, “Oh. Oh god. Like that. Fuck, Evan!”
He continued to slam into her at a punishing pace. The slap of skin against skin was punctuated only by their uneven, harsh breathing and her cries.
In a ragged voice, he said, “Tell me who this tight little pussy belongs to. Say it, Taryn. I need you to say it.”
His words pushed her over the edge. She felt herself shatter into a million pieces as she yelled out, “You! Evan. This pussy is yours. It’s only yours!”
He exploded inside her seconds later on a harsh groan. Releasing his grip on her, she felt him pull out of her and collapse onto the mattress beside her. He urged her to follow so she moved to lie on her side.
When he untied the blindfold and slid it off of her eyes, she blinked rapidly as her eyes readjusted to the light. He said, “This is probably going to hurt for a second. Just be still when I take them off. Take a deep breath for me and then slowly let it out.”
She nodded, looking down at her nipples now. The clamps looked like big tweezers. When he slid one of the rings up, she felt the blood rushing back into her nipple along with the sharp stab of pain she’d been told to expect. He moved his mouth down and began to gently lick and suck on it.
Thankfully, the sharp pain subsided quickly. He repeated the motion, removing the clamp from her other nipple. She winced again until his mouth soothed the ache.
He tossed the clamps along with the blindfold and wand-like thing over the side of the bed and then moved to lie down next to her. She lay flat on her back, her breathing still uneven, as the remnants of pleasure continued to course through her body.
He lay on his side next to her, stroking a hand through her damp hair. They were both sweaty and probably desperately in need of a shower, but she couldn’t move. When leaned in and brushed his lips against her forehead, she turned to cuddle against him.
In that moment, she felt the wall that she built around herself shudder. What they had experienced was raw and primal. It would be easy to say that it had been just sex. It had clearly been about finding pleasure for both of them, but it wasn’t just about that. The way that he looked at her, the way he saw inside her, that was entirely new territory for her. She didn’t just feel desired. She felt cherished. And she had no idea what to do with that.
Chapter 12
Evan stroked a hand over her hair, as she lay there next to him, utterly replete. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her brow. When she rolled to face him, he saw a warm, sated smile spread across her face. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed his lips gently against her mouth.
As she snuggled into him, she made a small noise of pleasure that almost sounded like a purr. He couldn’t help the smug grin that pulled at his lips. He watched as her eyes flickered open. Reaching down, he tipped her chin up and said, “That was…”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I don’t even have words.”
Even though he had been the one in charge, she had completely destroyed him. Her submission had been unquestionably beautiful. In that moment when she was kneeling, staring up at him with those expressive blue eyes, he’d felt a connection to her that was much deeper than anything he’d ever felt before.
Last weekend Jamie had used the term lovesick, and he’d brushed it off. Now, though, he felt like he was becoming something suspiciously close to that. He was feeling way too much, way too quickly. He knew he needed to slow down. Part of him suspected that she might be it for him, though. The one.
He continued to stroke his hand over her hair until he felt her breathing even out. Even without looking down, he knew she had fallen asleep. She had been exhausted.
He lay there, listening to the easy cadence of her breathing until he felt himself begin to drift off, too.
Moments later, he was jarred awake by the disembodied sound of ringing. Slowly, he disengaged himself from Taryn, careful not to wake her. He moved toward his cell phone in the living room.
By the time he reached it, it had stopped ringing. He picked it up and saw that his sister had called. He closed his eyes as he remembered. Shit. He was supposed to go over there this afternoon to help his sister manage her portfolio.
He groaned. He had no desire to do anything but curl back up with the warm, naked woman in the next room. He had promised though.
Twenty minutes later, he had cleaned up, spoken briefly to his sister, showered, and had left Taryn a note. He headed downstairs toward his car, dreading the conversation to come. His mother, no doubt, had informed Christina that when she’d stopped over Thursday night, he’d had company.
When he pulled into the drive, Doug gave him a wave from the riding lawnmower. Getting out of the truck, Evan raised his hand in salute as he headed toward the door.
That was one of the things that he liked most about Doug. He was in middle management for the county. He made decent money, but his sister was definitely the bread winner. Christina always invited Doug to take part when they had discussions about her money, but he never really presumed to have any say over it.
He knew from his own experience that when what you made a year was in the high six figures, that it was really difficult to tell
your friends were. It was comforting to know that her sister had found a guy who very obviously wasn’t after her money.
He rang the bell and waited for his sister to open the door. When the door opened, he only saw the very adorable Maddy standing there. Her eyes were big as saucers and she screeched, “Unca Evan!”
He grinned and leaned down to scoop her up. He gave her a smacking kiss and said, “Maddy! Why are you answering the door? Where’s your mama?”
The little girl snuggled into his neck and pointed to the door. When his sister popped her head around the front door, he said, “She’s a heartbreaker, Teeny. I have a feeling this one is gonna be trouble.”
She snorted and said, “Like the other two aren’t?”
As she moved back and gestured for him to enter, she said, “When she heard me talking to Doug earlier about you coming over she got so excited. I had to open the door for her, but I thought it would be cute to let her answer the door.”
“It was,” he agreed. “Where are the boys?”
“A friend’s house. I’m wondering if I could get her to keep them?” she said, thinking aloud.
“Oh, c’mon. You’d miss them,” he said.
“They tried to shave the cat the other night. I caught them in the guest bath with Doug’s beard trimmer,” she said, exasperated.
“Why?” he asked, alarmed.
“He looked hot.”
“Poor Spartacus,” he said.
As if summoned from under the couch, he slunk out of the room, his belly almost dragging against the ground in shame. He had one pronounced stripe of missing hair on his back. Poor guy.
She said, “I was just overjoyed that they didn’t shave each other’s heads. Plus, I didn’t want them under foot today.”
“Good thinking. Did you hide the trimmers?” Evan asked.
She nodded and said, “Totally.”
They moved into the living room. A few manila folders sat on the coffee table. Once they moved to sit down, Maddy hopped down, then scurried over to the toy box and started playing with her dolls.
Over the next hour and a half, he reviewed her most recent quarterly statements. Then, they signed in to her online accounts and made some adjustments to some of the funds she was invested in. She was getting great returns overall, though, so it was a fairly quick thing.
After he had finished, he stayed to chat for a few minutes, but he was looking forward to getting home. With any luck, Taryn would still be napping and he could catch a quick nap with her before dinner. It was highly unlikely though.
“So,” Christina asked, “How are things going with your tenant, Ev?”
“Clearly you’ve been talking to Mom,” he said, his tone dry.
“Yep,” she admitted with no shame whatsoever. “Mom told me when she stopped by your place on Thursday you had female company.”
“I did,” he confirmed. “You were right, by the way. There were undercurrents.”
“It’s written all over your face, kid,” she said.
“Shut up, Teeny,” he said, his lips twitching.
“Mom says she’s nice. A little guarded, but nice,” his sister added, prying for more details.
“You know how Mom is. She was asking Taryn for her entire life story before she even sat down.”
Christina smiled at him and said, “Mom can be a bit much.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“So when do I get to meet this girl? You should go get her and come back for dinner,” Christina offered. “I was going to invite you anyway, but I can stretch it for one more.”
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