Sugar

by Seressia Glass

  Lust thickened her throat, making it difficult to swallow. “How . . . how long will you be?”

  That grin again. “Why? Thinking about masturbating to take the edge off? Don’t.”

  She hadn’t thought about relieving herself, not really, but now he’d put the idea in her head . . . She needed to come, badly. Masturbating would blunt the edge of her need but that would be an unsatisfactory cheat, like going for a burger when a perfectly grilled rib eye sat next to it. It would be better to come with his cock filling her, or his tongue on her clit. Her fingers could get the job done, but Charlie could make her see stars.

  “I won’t,” she finally promised¸ too horny to play games.

  “That’s my girl.” He leaned over to kiss her, a soft and gentle press of lips that she felt all the way to her toes. “Go on, goddess. I’ll be right behind you, and then we’ll play.”

  God. It took two tries for her to open the door. She got out, then stumbled her way to the porch, her legs wobbly from need. Fumbling, graceless, she managed to unlock her door, disarm the alarm, then make her way to her bedroom. The bed beckoned her but she bypassed it in favor of going to the bathroom. A cool shower was sure to dampen her overheated senses. Otherwise she’d go up like a match as soon as Charlie touched her.

  How was he able to affect her so completely? She shook her head in disbelief as she slid the glass partition open to step beneath the shower’s lukewarm spray. Something in the combination of his touch, his smile, and the heat in his eyes pulled at her as no one else had before. In moments like this, when the need to be filled by him drove her crazy, thoughts of their age difference and her past were far from her mind. Then he was just a man, she was just a woman, but together they were magic.

  Charlie was more than just a man though. Her body came alive in anticipation of his nearness. His eager, focused reaction to her made her feel beautiful, desired. Appreciated, even—things she hadn’t felt in years, hadn’t felt for far longer than she cared to remember.

  She knew could become addicted to those feelings. She was in danger of caring more than she should, of wanting more than she should. It was a danger she didn’t want to avoid. This addiction wouldn’t be destructive, wouldn’t chew her up and spit her out. Wouldn’t cost her everything she’d worked so hard to regain over the last few years. Charlie wouldn’t tear her down, wouldn’t hurt her. She already trusted him with her body. It wouldn’t be difficult to go one step further and trust him with her heart.

  No, it was too early to think things like that. They were only two months into whatever this was. They’d just agreed to exclusivity, and she still had to meet his family, a step that could go horribly wrong or blissfully right. Better to take one day at a time, one step at a time. Better to not hope for more than she’d ever gotten before.

  Using the honeysuckle bath gel Charlie liked, Siobhan lathered up, biting her bottom lip to help resist the urge to stroke herself off. As she rubbed the towel over her skin, anticipation soared, heating her blood again. Her eyes slid closed as she imagined Charlie sliding his hands over her, using the fabric of the towel to tease and tantalize her. That dangerous mouth of his would follow the path of his hands, stoking the embers of her desire until the spark became a fire and the fire burst into an inferno.

  Now desperate for him, she padded into the bedroom only to find it empty. Her heart thudded in alarm. Did he leave? Had the reunion and dinner and trip to the adult store been nothing more than some kind of revenge game to pay her back?

  No. She shook her head. This was Charlie. He wouldn’t do that to her. He wanted her, his desire plain to see. He wouldn’t trick her, not about this.

  Siobhan talked herself back to logic, but her pounding heart didn’t ease until she heard the front door open, then close and lock. She quickly pulled back the bedcovers and got in but balked at lying spread-eagled for him. The position made her vulnerable and she already danced on the edge of vulnerability tonight.

  Instead she reclined on her side, body angled toward the open door, head propped on one hand, the other draped across her belly. Still completely naked, just not as exposed. Hopefully he’d approve.

  It seemed like an eternity passed before Charlie appeared in the doorway, their bag of toys dangling from his hand. He paused there, his eyes glittering in the dim light as his gaze raked her body. A slow and sensual smile curved his lips. “Did you miss me?”

  He obviously meant it as a tease, but Siobhan’s heart still constricted in reaction. “Yes,” she admitted, emotion welling up and threatening to choke her. “Yes, I missed you. I thought you’d left.”

  “Leave, when I know I have a beautiful blonde goddess waiting for me? Nothing could keep me away.”

  Her eyes shuttered as her emotions warbled again. This was easier when it was just about sex, when all she had to worry about was taking and giving pleasure. Charlie wanted more and now she was thinking about more as well. It scared her.

  “You were gone for four days,” she said, the words pulled out of her. She opened her eyes again, blinked rapidly. “I thought we were done. It was hard, harder than I thought it would be.”

  His smile vanished as he dropped the bag then crossed the room in two large strides. Concern filled his eyes as he knelt beside the bed, framed her face in his large hands. “We’re not done. I’m here now. If you want me, you’ve got me.”

  As much as she wanted to accept that promise, she knew it wasn’t one he could or should make. Not yet. Not until she met his family. “But tomorrow—”

  He kissed her to stop her words. “Tomorrow will take care of itself. I’m not going anywhere. You and me, we’re going to work. All right?”

  When he looked at her like that, resolution shining in his eyes, she had no choice except to agree. “All right.”

  He drew back. The devilish light returned to his eyes. “You weren’t spread-eagled for me. I wanted to come in and see that sweet pussy of yours wet and ready for me. Why were you hiding?”

  “I wasn’t hiding,” she denied, though that was exactly what she’d done. “I’d just gotten out of the shower. I was here and ready, naked. Waiting.”

  “Naked and waiting, yes.” He nodded. “Ready, no. We’ve still got some trust issues, don’t we?”

  She drew in a slow breath. His gaze dropped to her breasts, causing her nipples to instantly pebble as she let the breath out. “I trust you, Charlie.”

  “I appreciate you saying that, sweetheart.” He lifted her hand, kissed her knuckles. “But I’m a show-not-tell kind of guy.”

  “How?” She licked her lips. “How do you want me to show you?”

  He stood, retrieved the bag, then returned to her. “I want you to feel. Just feel. Put your pleasure into my hands.”

  He reached into the bag, pulled out a scrap of fabric, and placed it on her stomach. Tilting her head up, she realized it was a black satin blindfold. “We didn’t buy that.”

  “I did,” he said with an unapologetic grin. “I thought it would be fun.”

  She arched a brow. “I suppose you want to tie me up too?”

  “Now that you mention it . . .” His grin widened. “I want to have my way with you. After all, we do have a sack full of goodies to try out. If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to stop.”

  Her nipples tightened to painful points. “Stop? No special safe words or stuff like that?”

  “I don’t know much about whips and chains and all of that except for what I’ve seen on the Internet, but I do know that stop means stop and no means no. I’m all for keeping it simple.” He slid a hand up her belly, her ribs, then up to circle her right breast, smaller and smaller circles until his forefinger outlined her nipple. “Faster, slower, wait.” He pinched her nipple between two fingers. “Harder.”

  She gasped as a spark of lust flared from her tit to her clit. “Softer.”

  “See?” He eased the pressure on her nipple, then leaned over to soothe the sting with a slow tease of tongue that left
her shuddering. “Simple is easy. We communicate well together.”

  “We’d communicate better if you were naked.”

  “I’ll decide when it’s time for me to get naked.” He picked up the blindfold, using the tip to trace around her nipple. “Are you ready?”

  Excitement filled her as she gazed up at him. A faint shadow of beard darkened his jaw, giving a rugged edge to his sun-god looks. Hunger, appreciation, and command burned in his eyes, daring her to surrender to him, to trust him.

  “I’m ready.”

  At least, she thought she was. She sucked in a breath as Charlie leaned over her to secure the blindfold, her fight-or-flight instincts clawing to the surface. Tense, she waited for his next move, only to realize he was waiting for her. “I’m okay.”

  “Your body says otherwise.” He skimmed his fingers down her throat, resting his hand atop her frantically pounding heart. The heat of his fingers sank into her skin, holding her like an anchor. “Who do you trust, Siobhan?”

  “Nadia.” Theirs was a friendship forged through enduring their darkest days together. The sister she’d never had, Nadia was the only one other than her grandmother whom Siobhan had ever trusted, the only one she was certain would have her back no matter what.

  Irony crashed down as she lay there, blindfolded and naked for him. “You,” she added, her throat dry. “I’m trying to trust you, but—”

  “I haven’t made it easy for you,” he cut in, regret ripe in his tone. “I want to fix that.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant.” She wanted to reach for him but dug her fingers into the sheet instead. “I meant that, after everything that’s happened with me, trust isn’t an easy thing. I’m working on it, though. I want to trust you, Charlie.”

  His hand lay heavy on her heart. “Do you want me to remove the blindfold? We can play some other time.”

  He would remove it, she knew. Then they would have fantastic sex and she’d get to discover what it was like to actually sleep next to him. They were trying to have a real relationship, and although that was part of it, trust had a larger share. “I want to keep it on. I know if I really need you to, you’ll take it off for me.”

  “I will. Just say the word.” He kissed her forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

  Her heart constricted as she sensed him moving away. This was as important to him as it was to her, she realized. That fact enabled her to travel away from anxiety to anticipation. Time seemed to slow as she listened to his movements, listened to the thrumming of her blood.

  She felt the electric change in the air as he approached the bed again. Her breath shortened again as he brought her hands together above her head, then wrapped her wrists with what felt like satin ribbon. A sash from one of her robes, maybe.

  “It’s not tight,” he told her, pressing the end of the sash into her palm. “You can loosen it and release yourself anytime you want.”

  He’d given her a bit of power back. While she appreciated the gesture, she knew that wasn’t the point of the game. “You can tighten it. I’m all right.”

  “A test for both of us, I think.” He drew her hands up until her fingers touched one of the headboard spindles. “There’s enough give in the sash so you can lower your arms a bit—or turn over. Try to keep your hands on the headboard if you can. Now lift your hips.”

  She immediately complied, and he slid a couple of pillows beneath her, elevating her hips. The bed gave as he regained his feet. She wondered if he stood beside her, wondered what she looked like, naked and waiting for him.

  She didn’t have to wonder long. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now,” he told her, his voice almost reverent. “Your lips are parted, your nipples are hard and dark pink, and your pussy is this deep, lush, wet rose. For me. It’s all a feast for me.”

  She fell beneath the spell his words wove. “Yes, for you. It’s yours, baby.”

  “Remember your words, goddess,” he ordered, hunger scraping his words raw. “Go, stop, more.”

  “Now,” she demanded.

  The bed dipped as his low laughter skated over her senses. “I’m going to please myself by pleasing you until you come. And then I’m going to do it again.”

  He kissed her, a sweetly soft kiss that took her by surprise. Then he nipped her bottom lip, making her gasp. His tongue slipped into her mouth, the sweetness pushed out by spicy heat. As their mouths melded and mated he brushed his bared body against hers, reawakening the desire that never seemed far from the surface.

  Slowly he made his way down her throat, alternating between open-mouthed kisses and suckling love bites. Each suckling pressure sent a bolt of lust shooting through her body and stabbing deep into her core. She arched against him wanting more, needing more.

  When his teeth closed over one nipple she cried out, instinctively tugging at her bound hands in an effort to touch him. He raised his head, and when he spoke, his tone was guttural with lust. “Do I need to stop, sweetness?”

  “No.” She shook her head to underscore her need for him to continue, her body on fire for Charlie and the delicious sensations he created. Thankfully he lowered his head again, his mouth closing over one nipple for a powerful suckle that seemed to be on a direct circuit to her pussy. His nimble fingers plucked her right nipple, the roughened pads scraping her sensitized flesh as he rolled the distended tip between his thumb and forefinger before pinching down.

  “Charlie!” She bucked against him as her senses short-circuited on the pleasure-pain. He didn’t relent, just switched so that his wicked mouth suckled the tight bud already stroked to fullness.

  She writhed against him, trying to settle him atop her, to cradle him where she needed him most. Instead, he continued his slow, suckling meander down her body, over the rise of her belly, detouring around her core to lick and kiss and bite his way down her legs before reversing course.

  Caught up, helpless, she waited with breathless anticipation for the touch of his tongue against her clit. He denied her. She moaned a protest, only to be rewarded with a knowing chuckle. “Meanie,” she complained. “This is the real reason why you tied me up, isn’t it?”

  “You got me.”

  His breath warmed her belly button, but he still denied her the touch she craved. “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

  “You have no idea.” Deep masculine satisfaction rang through his words.

  She bit her lip, torn between pique and passion. Though he was pleasing her, teasing her, focusing on her, he seemed to enjoy himself. She appreciated his teasing, appreciated that he could lighten the heavy emotion that had spun around her when she’d thought he had left. Appreciated that he could make her laugh even while he made her body sing.

  Charlie moved away from her. Over the pounding of her heartbeat she could hear little sounds that told her that he had opened their bag of sensual tricks. Her fingers curled around the straps as she waited, helpless, to discover what he would use on her first.

  She jumped when he placed one large hand low on her belly, his thumb perilously close to where she ached for him. “Breathe,” he admonished in a low whisper. “You’ll miss all the fun if you pass out.”

  “Don’t even think of having fun without me,” she retorted.

  “That’s just it, goddess. It’s not fun without you.”

  She waited for his chuckle but it didn’t come. He was serious, she realized. Emotion welled up again. It wasn’t fun without him either. Before Charlie, sex had been good, it had been not so good, and it had even been great. What it had never been was fun, but Charlie made it that way. Fun, explosive, heady, thrilling.

  His words triggered a question she’d been meaning to ask him. In a strange juxtaposition, being bound and tied by him made her brave enough to ask, “Why do you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Call me goddess.”

  For a long moment, he didn’t reply. When he did, he rocked her to her foundation. “Because you make me want to fall at your f
eet and worship every beautiful inch of you. Because being in your arms is like a blessing. Most of all, when I’m deep inside you and you have me on the verge of coming, I can close my eyes and almost touch heaven.”

  Tears pricked her eyes as a wave of emotion crashed down on her, threatening to pull her under. “Charlie . . .”

  “I know, it’s completely sappy.” He stroked the back of his hand along her jaw. “Doesn’t make it any less true.”

  “I want to hug you and kiss you and have my way with you,” she told him, her chest too tight to push out more than a whisper. “Unfortunately, I’m a little tied up at the moment.”

  “Then I suppose it’s up to me to hug and kiss and have my way with you.” He covered her, the hard lines of his body branding hers as he captured her mouth with his own.

  Gasping at the heady contact, she wrapped her legs high around his waist, thrusting her body up against his in a desperate urge. His need was obvious as he devoured her mouth, the thrust of his tongue against hers as intoxicating and amazing and wonderful as the thick cock sliding against her outer lips.

  “You make me forget myself, sweetness.” Regret filled his voice. “As much as I want to be balls-deep inside you right now, that’s not the plan.”

  “Fuck the plan.” She tugged on her bonds, but didn’t loosen them. “Fuck me instead.”

  “No.”

  She nearly howled as he pulled away from her again. “Wait.” She lifted off the bed. “I just—I just need—”

  “Something like this?”

  A low buzzing sound split the air a moment before she felt the vibrator touch her left breast. She cried out, arching off the bed as rhythmic waves of sensation spiraled out from her breast and swept through the rest of her body.

  He ran the tip of the vibrator around her areola, causing her nipple to bead up in near-painful tightness. “I think you like this,” he murmured, his voice deep with approval. She felt his other hand slip lower down her belly and over her mound until his thumb rested against her clitoris. “Do you want more?”