Restrained and Willing

by Tiffany Bryan

  Okay, he was so not going there.

  He released his grip on her wrists, guiding each one to the sturdy rails of the headboard. “Don’t let go,” he instructed.

  In tandem to her nod, he seated his fingers all the way up inside her. Kissed the low-throated moan from her lips.

  “Please. Please. I ache for you.”

  “I know you do, baby. I’ll take care of that in a minute.” He delved her creamy depths with concentrated intent. Tucked his thumb in the pyramid of his fingers. Gradually prepared her to accept him. His cock was wider than his fingers’ combined circumference, and although a little pain could be enjoyable, too much could be disastrous to a woman who hadn’t been broken in to the unimaginable pleasure it could give. And Pierce was determined Heather experience every miraculous facet of pleasurable pain sexual discipline could offer.

  Even if the wait was nearly killing him.

  He wanted inside her so high and tight, his balls ached worse than he could ever remember. Each little moan, the writhing of her lush body, imploring looks from her spectacular dark-brown eyes, threatened to make him explode. When had he ever been this impatient to get his dick into a woman? He pushed the never that reverberated in his skull into a safe distant place in his mind. He’d always been connected to Heather on some level. But never was a pretty hardcore word. Too close to a forever relationship for his liking.

  When he deemed her ready, he pulled his fingers from her silken heat, covered her body and settled his throbbing cock at the entrance of her pussy.

  “Ready?”

  “More ready than you know.”

  “Remember, don’t let go of the headboard. I’d hate to have to waste time to search for something to tie your hands with.”

  “Not a chance.”

  “Good.” He framed her face with his hands, mashed his lips to hers and thrust forward.

  “Umpf!” Her eyes flew wide.

  He broke the kiss. “Hurt?”

  “Yes. No.”

  “Which?” A rhetorical question since he’d already felt the initial tensing of her body a split second before her ensuing shudder of pleasure.

  “Yes, it hurt. But in a good way. I’ve never felt so full.” She wriggled. “So stretched.”

  “You’ll get used to it.” He kissed the corners of her mouth.

  “I suppose I will.”

  The dreamy look on her face necessitated another kiss. This one full-mouthed, tongues engaged.

  Pierce partially withdrew, reentering in a slow, enjoy-every-silky-millimeter glide. There was nothing to compare to being balls-deep inside a beautiful, wet and more than willing woman. Especially one whose familiar chocolate orbs sparkled up at you in wonder. Pierce didn’t move, wanting to suspend this magical moment. For some unknown reason needing to imprint it in his memory. No matter what the future held, no matter how things ended between them, this extraordinary moment, when they’d joined their bodies for the first time, would be forever unique. Unable to be erased or taken away from him.

  God, Heather wanted to stay attached to him in this sensual way forever. The look of pleasure in his eyes. The heat of his body covering hers. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of and so very much more. A wondrous moment she’d never forget, whether he would or not. For the first time in her life, she felt complete. She’d found a piece of herself she hadn’t even been aware was missing.

  He thrust inside her again, so high he bottomed out, pressing against her cervix.

  She bit her lip to muffle an ear-splitting appreciative moan.

  “Don’t you dare hold back, sweet brat. Scream. Moan. Swear. I love all the uninhibited noises you make. It’s a major turn-on.”

  She nodded, the only acknowledgement she was capable of as he lowered his body to kiss her with highly skilled, tunneling penetrations of his tongue. A welcomed invasion. A mimic of what his wonderful cock was doing to her aching pussy. There wasn’t a doubt he was pleasuring her and then some.

  Just when she thought he’d reached his max, he surged again. The pressure in her belly intensified.

  “Fuck!” She sucked in a quick breath.

  It hurt. It felt so damn good.

  She wanted him to quit. Wanted him to give her more. Everything he had. Could she take it? She damn sure was going to give it her all. Needed it more than flowers needed water and sun.

  Nothing in her experience had ever been so glorious. She marveled at the fullness. The stretch. The sensual pain. The varying textures of his cock as it glided past the taut, inflamed entrance of her pussy, through the swollen sensitized tissues of her drenched channel. If she didn’t know better, she’d think someone had slipped her a sex drug, making her hyperaware of the man hovering above her. His bulging biceps as his dream-inducing arms took his muscle-packed weight. His thick thighs, spreading hers to the max. The hair on those solid thighs, brushing over her more tender flesh. The sheen of sweat on his precious face as he tirelessly labored to bring her to what she knew would be a cataclysmic climax. The coveted moment she’d hung all of her hope on.

  “Don’t you dare stop, Pierce.” She strained up to meet his slow measured strokes.

  “Not an issue, brat. You feel so fucking incredible, I doubt I could stop now if the entire building fell in.” He accentuated the decree with a powerful upstroke that moved her up the bed a notch.

  “Damn it!” She tightened her hold on the wrought-iron, grateful she’d had the foresight to invest in a sturdy bedframe.

  He leaned down to nip a protruding nipple.

  Her expletive Shit! turned into an open-mouthed groan when he licked, then gently sucked the abused peak.

  His warm breath surged over her chest before he raised his head to stare into her eyes. “I want to fuck you into oblivion. A private paradise where all that matters is you, me and the deliciously erotic things I’ll do to your beautiful body.” He picked up the pace of his strokes.

  “I’m already there.” Her whole body broke out in a sweat. Became an uncontrolled writhing mass of sensation. “Pierce. Pierce, I’m going to—”

  “Yeah, baby. I know.” He switched his grip, sliding his hands beneath her back to cup her shoulders. “Give me that sweet cream.” He pulled almost all the way out and drove home. “Come!”

  “Yes!” The one-word command was the equivalent of the shot of a pistol at the start of a race, sending her headlong to the finish line. Her grip slipped, her hands flailing for several seconds before they landed on his wide back with a slap, her nails anchoring in a solid slab of muscle. Pierce didn’t make a sound. Even if he had uttered a complaint, she doubted it could be heard over all the wailing filling the room. “Oh God. Oh God!” She fought for breath.

  The orgasm rolled through her body, wave after crashing wave of unimaginable pleasure. Her body clenched, trembled. She felt so out of control. An unanchored balloon in strong winds.

  As her orgasm spiraled down, the hands at her shoulders clenched. The cock inside her swelled, then throbbed in a glorious rhythm of release that miraculously tripped another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first, but no less mind-shattering.

  Her nails dug deeper.

  Hot fluid pumped into her clenching pussy. She screamed.

  “No. No more.” She thrashed her head. “Pierce, I can’t. No more. Please,” she pleaded around irregular pants.

  “Shhh. It’s okay, brat. I’ve got you.” He didn’t move. Remained wedged deep inside her as the pulsing of his cock slowed. Thrummed to a stop. “Do you know how astonishing you are?” He distributed a series of feathery kisses over her cheeks, lips, nose, temples, neck. Anywhere he could reach.

  She cherished every single contact.

  “I’ve got you,” he repeated softly.

  Body still trembling, her breathing slowed.

  He rose up.

  “No.” She clutched him tighter and wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs.

  “I’m not going far, love. Just taking some of my weight off you. I m
ust be getting heavy.”

  She shook her head. “Not yet.”

  He placed a soft kiss to her dry lips.

  She felt his smile before he raised his head slightly. “Thirsty?”

  She nodded, tried to drum up some spit. “Yes.” Dry swallowed. “But I need you to hold me for a bit. That was beyond amazing. I’ve never felt this way before” She swallowed again. “Not with anyone.”

  He kissed her. “I know, sweetheart. Me either.”

  Stunned, she went completely lax. “Wait. What are you saying?”

  “That I’m not taking care of you very well. I’m probably crushing you and you sound like you need a drink of water.”

  One quick hard press of his lips on hers and he was up and off the bed.

  “Close your eyes. Relax. Be back to clean you up,” he called over his shoulder as he strode toward the door of the connecting bathroom.

  Heather stared at his fine ass until it disappeared behind the closed door.

  She’d be the first to admit he’d given her the best damn orgasm she’d ever had in her entire life. Admittedly over-the-moon mind-blowing. But she didn’t think it had affected her hearing.

  Or had it?

  Pierce laid his palms on the tiled counter surrounding the bathroom sink, leaned his head against the plate glass mirror spanning the entire wall above it and released a groan.

  What the fuck!

  What in hell was wrong with him? Where was all that control he was envied for? Not once. Not with any woman. No matter how good in the sack had he ever made such a monumental slip, given a female a reason to think they were special. Not that Heather wasn’t special. She was damn special. Just not in that way in reference to him. He’d had good sex with plenty of women. Great sex with a few. But not once had the word never come into play on his part, intimating the best.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  What was that old saying about things said in the heat of passion? He was allowed one mistake in all the relationships he’d had. Wasn’t he?

  * * * * *

  He was rested from an hour-long nap, an empty wine bottle on the floor and a miraculous reprieve from the third degree he’d expected regarding his dumb-ass statement earlier. Pierce smiled up at the woman kneeling over him.

  “My turn, big boy.” One of Heather’s silky eyebrows arched in seductive challenge.

  His dick turned to the consistency of tempered steel.

  God help him, why did the smallest gesture from this woman turn him on? He definitely needed to get a grip.

  “On your back. Hands above your head. It’s time for you to hang on for a change.”

  If she only knew the gift he was granting her by relinquishing control. It had been a long time since he’d allowed that to happen. So long, in fact, he could barely remember. It definitely happened in his young, inexperienced years.

  Pierce suppressed a grin. “You will be gentle with me, won’t you?” he asked in a pseudo-vulnerable voice that produced a tinkle of feminine laughter.

  “Oh, for sure. You can trust me,” she said with a glint of she-devil in her eyes as she leaned over to snatch up the plate of tiramisu where it perched on top of a shallow bowl of melting ice cubes.

  “Hey, I had plans for that.”

  “Tough. So do I.” She looked pointedly between the headboard and his hands.

  He anchored his hands on two curves in the frame’s flowing design, expelling an exaggerated put-upon sigh.

  “Legs spread. And don’t you dare let go.” She scraped a fingernail lightly over his thigh. “I’d hate to have to stop to search for something to tie your hands with.” She mimicked his earlier warning.

  He was about to issue a warning of his own along the lines of not prodding an unleashed tiger when she scooted down between his legs on her knees, balancing the plate in her hand and leaned over to lick him from the base of his balls to the tip of his straining cock. Tickled her tongue around the ridge of the head. Laved her way through the small slit at the top and gathered a small pool of pre-cum.

  “Damn it, witch.” His hips jerked. His knees followed, tapping her arm and nearly upsetting the dessert in her hand.

  The woman was coordinated, he’d give her that. And had a damn talented tongue.

  “Easy there, big guy. I had a much more interesting place to lick this delectable confection from than the sheets. After the torture you subjected me to, it’s only fair I get to return the favor.”

  He held back a sinister grin. No use scaring her. She was such a babe in the woods when it came to sexual torture. And he was the big bad wolf. He’d let her have her fun. For now.

  “Ready?” She dipped two fingers into the whipped topping of the dessert, scooping up a generous portion.

  “Do your worst, sweetcakes.”

  The ends of her hair swayed when she shook her head. “Nope. I plan to do my very, very best.” She dragged her fingers over the length of his unbending cock, painting a cool trail of fluffy cream flecked with cocoa. The mascarpone custard came next…a slow, meticulous coating of his balls.

  He strained air through his teeth. “Holy shit, that’s cold.”

  “Apparently.” She didn’t sound the least bit sympathetic. It was clear his little brat had a wicked streak. A trait that turned him on big-time.

  “I guess I’ll have to coax the poor little fellows to come back out and play.”

  Before he could comment, she bent and dragged her tongue from the base of his testicles to where his dick started. Swerved off to suck his right testicle, alternately working on it with her soft mouth and then swirling her tongue over the tight sac.

  “Mmmm.” She rose up long enough to taunt him by running her glistening pink tongue over her soft lips, gathering up the remnants of custard around her mouth. She gave him a smile so sexy, he thought he’d come right then and there. He tightened his grip to prevent reaching out and grabbing her.

  In a blink, she dived back to pay his other testicle the same tribute.

  Pierce groaned.

  His fingers itched to be fisted in her hair, his hands guiding her every move. But this was her show and he wouldn’t ruin her fun. Especially since she’d been so obedient for him earlier. “Damn, that feels fucking amazing.”

  Her head came up, eyes sparkling. “Tastes good too. Want some?”

  “Yeah, I want some of that.” He nodded at the plate in her hand. Then ran his gaze slowly, pointedly, down her lush naked body. Paused to stare at her pert nipples. Moved lower to linger at the juncture of her legs. “Among other things.”

  “Oh, we’ll be getting to those other things right after I’ve had my fill.”

  She didn’t clarify if she was talking about the dessert or him. At the moment he didn’t give a shit. All he knew was that he wanted that soft goddess’s mouth on him again, preferably on his aching cock, but he’d take it however she wanted to give it.

  She raised straight up on her knees, fingered off a piece of tiramisu and stretched to put the dish back onto the ice cubes. “Open,” she ordered, bringing her hand to his lips.

  He obeyed, trying not to laugh at the small dollop of cream on the tip of her slim nose, courtesy of the tongue-lashing she’d given his balls.

  He was about to ask if he could lick it off when she said, “Don’t swallow.” And proceeded to smear some of the tiramisu over his lips, before depositing the rest inside his mouth. “I’m all about sharing.”

  I’m not. An out-of-the-blue realization that shocked him to hell and back. He’d shared plenty of willing women in the past. Why the thought of sharing Heather tied his nuts in a knot was not something he’d be confessing any time soon.

  Her lips met his softly, her body arching to avoid his dessert-coated cock.

  Her gifted tongue rimmed his lips, gathering up the rich custard and tiny bits of spongy ladyfingers she’d smeared there. Satisfied she’d lapped up every speck, she switched to full-blown open-mouthed kissing.

  A combination of flavors exploded
over his taste buds. Sweet cream, top-shelf rum, strong coffee. None of those ingredients tasted sweeter, more mouthwatering than the woman he was sharing them with. Pierce couldn’t get enough of her. Wanted to feast on her delicious mouth forever.

  She broke the kiss, leaving them both panting. “Ummm.” She licked her lips. “God, you are the most extraordinary kisser.”

  “You ain’t too shabby yourself, sweetheart. Kissing you is like eating a triple scoop of my favorite ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Pure heavenly bliss.”

  Her lips eased into a feline grin. Much like the cat who’d eaten the proverbial cream.

  Or was about to.

  Heather tried not to read too much into Pierce’s statement, but being compared to heavenly bliss was a compliment hard to disregard. Speaking of hard, the man had the most glorious cock she’d ever had the pleasure of toying with.

  Thick and oh so deliciously long, she doubted she’d ever be able to swallow it all, but it sure was going to be fun trying.

  She flattened her tongue at the base of his dick and slid slowly up to the ridged flare, working the tip of her tongue back and forth beneath the taut ring, avoiding the smooth head. She was always of the firm belief you saved the best for last.

  She paused to swallow the tiramisu she’d gathered and got back down to business.

  She wanted to play first. Learn every swell, dip, meandering vein, all the in-between textures as they rolled over her tongue. Test his cock’s flexibility. Not that there was much.

  When she caught some of his skin between her teeth, the subtle jerk of his hips nearly made her smile enough to release him. Almost. Ahhh, sweet, sweet power. It was so damn heady to be in control of so much male strength. But nothing compared to his silence, communicating his trust in her not to do irreparable damage.

  She released the flesh. Kissed the spot. Gave it a soothing lick for good measure.

  “Quite the technique you have there, brat,” he said with half-closed eyes. “You could easily drive a man mad.”

  “Not mad. Wild. And not any man. You.”

  His soft chuckle floated down to her. “A goal you’re well on your way to accomplishing. Just make sure that once you get what you want, you’re prepared for what you’ll get. Wild comes with consequences.”