by Lynda Bailey
His hand made long, slow strokes over her hair. He took care not to wake her. If he touched her tresses every day for the rest of his life he doubted that would be enough. The word perfect dominated his mind. Everything about her was perfect. Perfect hair, personality, body. Perfect woman—for him.
Whoa. His mind screeched to a halt.
What the hell was he thinking? He and Mic couldn’t have a permanent future together. They were strangers for God’s sake.
But that wasn’t completely true, he reasoned. They’d known each other since high school when he’d come to live with Nonie. Mic had been a year younger. Even then, she’d been a grease monkey. Now he understood why. How different would her life have been had her mother stayed in the picture instead of just her mechanic dad? She’d probably still be up to her elbows in grease. He smiled to himself. He could imagine her no other way.
She stirred beside him and his cock jerked. He squinted at the bedside clock. Almost one in the morning. When they gotten to the room, it’d been 8:30. His batteries were re-charged and ready for action.
Her confession about watching porn surged more blood to his groin. She didn’t have to admit the scene with the woman handcuffed to the headboard had turned her on. The breathiness in her voice told him as much. Though Scott had never experimented with bondage, he could see the allure. Maybe she’d like a little role playing. He knew he would. The fact he didn’t have cloth handcuffs didn’t deter him. He had her pantyhose.
As he slipped out of bed, her lips puckered into a slight pout and she rolled onto her stomach, his pillow stuffed under her cheek. He partially closed the bathroom door then flipped on the light to locate the discarded pantyhose. His blood churned hot and thick at the thought of what was coming. It cooled quickly when he realized the bed didn’t have a headboard. However, the bedside lamps were bolted to the nightstands on either side. Not exactly like the porn movie, but close enough.
He knew the pantyhose wouldn’t stretch across the queen bed to be circled around the two lamps then tied to Mic’s hands. A single lamp would have to do. He looped the pantyhose on the base of one lamp then faced his second challenge of how to get Mic, who was sprawled facedown and crossways on the bed, onto her back without waking her.
He gently tugged the pillow out from beneath her head. Her forehead scrunched in an adorable protest as her grip tightened, but he maintained the constant pressure. Ultimately she released the cushion and flopped over, an arm thrown across her face. Heat encased his cock at her pebbled nipples jutting into the air.
Later.
In painstakingly slow moves that had sweat percolating on his skin and his erection aching, he bound first one wrist then her other in loose pantyhose knots. Sighs whispered from her throat and her hands flexed slightly, otherwise she didn’t move. Scott stroked his throbbing length while examining his handiwork. Moonlight streaked across her naked body giving her skin an alabaster glow. Uncontrollable lust mingled with urgent protectiveness.
She was so vulnerable right now. As much as that turned him on, he worried that being tied up might frightened Mic. His desire dampened. Rather than bail on the idea, he decided to just wake her up real slow, starting at her feet. That should give her plenty of time to object.
He knelt on the floor, tenderly gripped her ankles and licked her left instep in a long, slow caress of his tongue. Her foot strained against his hold, but he held firm. He then sucked her toes into his mouth, ending with a tiny nip on each the fleshy pad. By the time he’d finished with her right foot, blood hammered in his cock.
He widened her legs slightly and drew his tongue from her ankle bone to the inside of her knee. Her legs quivered.
“Scott…”
She sounded warm and drugged and not quite conscious. He bit lightly at the responsive skin halfway between her knee and pussy. Her body jolted.
“Scott.”
Knowing she was fully alert now, he looked up.
Her gaze drilled into him. “What the hell are you doing?”
His lips hitched up. “Thought I’d give you a little fantasy.” He pushed to his feet, his small grin gone. “But if you’re not okay with this, tell me and we’ll quit.”
Mic craned her neck to look at the nylon secured to the lamp. She easily slithered one wrist free then wormed it back into the loop. Her fingers latched onto the pantyhose to pull it taut. She twisted back around, stared at his rock hard cock and licked her lips, hunger sparking her eyes. “What are you going to do?”
Relief swamped him as his cock thundered. “Anything I want?”
“And if I don’t like it?”
“Then tell me to stop. You’re in charge.”
“What if I want to tie you up?”
His impossibly hard erection swelled even more. “Do you?” he croaked out.
A soft smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Maybe next time.”
He knelt back on the bed. “So you’re okay doing this?”
Her molten gaze almost ignited him. “Yes.”
With blood battering in his ears, Scott whispered his fingers up her calves to the inside of her knees. Shivers peppered her skin and she squirmed from his touch. In a quick move, he grasped behind her knees, hauling her toward him.
A yelp erupted from her lips. “Hey!”
Ignoring her, he shoved her legs into the air and held her ankles in one hand while grabbing a pillow with his other and stuffing it under her butt. The angle exposed her lushness to his feasting eyes. He pressed her legs wider and descended to nibble the inside of her thigh. He worried the delicate flesh between his teeth before biting a bit harder. She gasped a moan which dissolved into a purr.
He lifted a fraction to study the reddening tissue. He tongued the bruised spot before glancing at her. “I’ve marked you. Guess that means your mine.”
Her graceful throat muscles labored. “Guess it does.”
Across the expanse of her beautiful body, he held her gaze while tugging her knees behind his neck. Her lashes lowered, but didn’t close. He brushed back the tangle of her hair to reveal her shining, wet clit. He flicked it with his tongue and spasms rippled through her leg muscles. Securing her with one hand across her hips, he slipped a finger through her sleek folds until finding her entrance. He slipped in and out at a leisurely pace, in direct opposition to the urgency bashing through his veins. But he refused to rush. If the twitching of her body was any indication, Mic felt the same need as him.
He glanced up. Passion etched her features as her white-knuckled grasp on the pantyhose had it strung tighter than a banjo string. The fire in his gut burned hotter. He pushed a second finger in, seeking her g-spot. By the sound of her staggering gasp, he found it.
“Scott…”
“What, baby?” He swirled his fingers high inside her. “You need to come?”
Her back bowed. “You know I do.”
“Say the magic word.”
“Pul-eeeeeeaze.”
The word became a keening wail when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips undulated wildly, the taste of her cum sweeter than sugar on his tongue. He couldn’t believe this was the same woman, who just hours ago, shirked from his touch.
Again, her orgasm lasted longer than he expected, her body continuing to pop and twitch as he glided her legs off his neck. They flopped to the mattress like the bones were missing. Mic’s chest heaved with each of her winded breaths. He snatched his last condom packet and ripped it open. In the process of rolling it on his agonizing dick, he paused.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. She had to be sore, considering he was her first lover. Ever. He could just go to the bathroom to jack-off…
“What’s wrong?”
He rifled his gaze to hers. A worry line marred her smooth forehead. “Um, nothing. I was just thinking we should wait.”
Mic catapulted up, but her bound hands kept her on her back. “Why?”
“Don’t you…hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
He
shook his head. “This isn’t a good idea—”
The heel of her foot landed square on his leg muscle. “Ow.”
She glared at him. “This is my fantasy. Don’t even think about quitting now.”
“You’re sure?”
“Geez, yes. Are you this paranoid with all the women you sleep with?”
He finished securing the rubber. “Only the virgin ones.”
“Not a virgin any more, Mr. Trehune. You took care of that earlier. Or don’t you remember?”
He smiled a tense grin, encouraging her thighs wider then easing his thick head into her slick pussy. “Not something I’m bound to ever forget, Ms. Anderson.”
Despite what she’d said, Mic was still tight, too tight to take him in one stab. Clenching his jaw to keep the pressure slow and even, he soon felt her channel growing slicker and wetter. She bounced to meet him, but he held her hips secure. Last thing he intended was to hurt her. Once seated to the hilt within her hot heat, he skated his hands up her quivering arms, which were still extended over her head, and interlaced their fingers. He captured her lips. She sparred with his tongue as he pumped his hips nice and easy.
Extended out, he dug his toes into the mattress for purchase, feeling her feet hook around his calves. She sheathed and unsheathed him with astonishing eroticism. He was ready to explode after just a few minutes. But he refused his own release before she’d had yet another turn at the well.
A stiff moan burbled in her throat and her intimate muscles started to contract around him. He tore him mouth from hers and locked gazes with Mic. “You’re gonna come, baby. I can feel it. Say it. Say you’re gonna come.”
“I’m coming. Oh, God, yes. Yes. I’m coming, Scott.”
He ground his pelvis to her in deep thrusts as his climax scorched his blood. She was his, pure and simple. Not just for this night. But forever.
He didn’t bother with the consequences to that internal thought. He could only focus on Mic and how her cunt was milking every last drop of cum from his dick.
He collapsed on top of her, the tiny aftershocks of her pussy reverberating through his balls. She writhed slightly and he remembered her hands were still bound. Though the last thing he wanted to do was move, no doubt his dead weight was compressing the air from her chest. He marshaled his strength and rose up so he could free her wrists from the nylon cuffs.
She grimaced. “I can’t move my arms.”
He lowered them for her then rubbed blood back into the muscles. “You okay?”
She nodded, but the pain lining her face didn’t diminish.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“I’m fine,” she stated in a firm tome. “My arms just tingle. Stop worrying.”
“Can’t help it.” He massaged her wrists and fingers. “This helping?”
“Hmm-mm.” She tugged a hand free and curled it around his neck.
He took the invitation to snuggle between her breasts. Their sighs fused together.
A sudden thought popped into his head and he snapped upright. “You hungry? We never did get any dinner?”
Mic frowned. “Yeah, but nothing’s open this late. We’re outta luck until morning.”
“Not necessarily,” he said with a quick kiss to her lips before springing off the bed. “I bought some apples and Cheese Wiz at the Red Owl.”
Her nose crinkled. “Cheese Wiz? Seriously?”
“Don’t knock it ‘till you’ve tried it. But if you’re not hungry…”
She sat up and the sheet fell to her lap. For a moment, he lost the ability to think as he stared at her faultless breasts. His mouth salivated, and not for food.
She noticed him staring and hiked the sheet up. “I’m hungry enough to eat anything. Even Cheese Wiz.”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, right.”
Unbothered by his nudity, he retrieved the items from his dresser, along with a Swiss army knife from his shaving kit, then sat cross-legged beside her. He sliced an apple into wedges then squirted a dab of Cheese Wiz on top of one and handed the morsel to her. “Here ya go.”
After a pause, she took the offering and popped it into her mouth. Astonishment lit up her eyes. “Hey, that’s not terrible.”
He smirked. “Gee, thanks.”
She snagged another piece and the can of Cheese Wiz. “Sorry. I never realized chemicals could taste so good.”
“What’d you think makes this taste good? Real cheese? But I’ll forgive your insult if you’ll allow me to do one thing.” He bit into a wedge smothered in the cheesy concoction.
She slid her gaze to him. “And what would that be?”
He chewed then swallowed. “I want to wash your hair.”
Chapter Ten
He wants to wash my hair?
While not the craziest thing Mic had ever heard, it came pretty close. Still, with everything he’d given her, more than she ever thought possible, how could she tell Scott no?
She kept her grip on the sheet as he took her hand and led her into the bathroom. There was barely enough room for her to hover by the commode while he started the shower. She tucked the thin cotton higher around her breasts. He wore…nothing, which suited him fine. He looked spectacular, from the tautness of his butt to the broadness of his shoulders.
She tightened her fingers on the sheet, worried that he might find her body lacking. While in the bed, she hadn’t been mindful about being naked. The moonlit room helped to mask her flaws. Not so in the bathroom’s unforgiving fluorescent glare.
He turned and extended his hand. “In you go.”
With a deep breath and eyes lowered, she released the sheet, grasped his hand and stepped into the shower. He followed right behind. The water was sizzling hot, just the way she liked it. The pulsating stream hitting her face eased some of her tension.
“It’s not too hot?” he asked over the sound of the faucet.
She peeked at him over her shoulder with a shy smile. “It’s perfect.”
“Turn for me, Mic.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she complied, her arms across her chest. He reached out and unfolded them. Tensions knotted his jaw as his gaze meandered down her body. She crossed her arms again.
He held her wrists. “No. Don’t cover yourself.” The heat in his eyes rivaled the steam swirling around them. “Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are?”
While Mic had been told she was cute, even pretty, she’d never heard the word beautiful. She glanced down to see what he saw. Nothing struck her as anything special, let alone beautiful. Yet the raspy edge of his voice made her believe his words.
Scott squirted shampoo into his palm and lathered it. “Okay. Turn around.”
She complied. He soaped her hair, rubbing not only her scalp, but her neck as well. All the way down her back, he washed her hair while kneading her muscles. By the time he reached her bottom, she had both hands braced against the shower wall, her spine too syrupy to support her.
He pulled her back to his chest. The water rinsed her hair while he fondled her breasts, his hard-on nestled between her butt cheeks. The sinful thought of bending forward played in her mind, teeming desire throughout her body. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough room.
When the last of the shampoo ran into the drain, he shut off the valves. The silence jarred her. He opened the sliding door and snatched a towel to wrap around her then a second for himself. After a quick pass to dry his body, he helped her out. She sat on the toilet while he took his towel and dried her hair.
Though she’d never had sex before, Mic was somewhat familiar with a man’s penis, thanks to the porn flicks she’d rented. Scott’s erection jutted forward from the nest of dark blond hair with bluish veins running down either side. She knew his size was impressive, but had she realized just how impressive, sheer fear would have kept her from sleeping with him. She was glad she hadn’t known. While Scott fussed with her hair, she stroked the smooth tip.
He went stock still. “Mic…”
His voice sounded like a warning. She fisted her hand around his girth and looked up. His lips were pulled back, revealing two rows of straight, white teeth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his groan rumbled loud.
“Am I hurting you?”
He shook his head. “But you need to stop.”
“Why?” She squeezed the tiniest bit.
“Because,” he growled, dragging her to her feet, “you’re gonna kill me. Shit! I’ve had you twice and I want you again already. You’ve bewitched me, woman.”
Still cradling his penis, she squeezed just a little harder. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“No, but you’ve gotta feel raw right now. Two times on your first night has to be rough.”
She placed her other hand on his chest. The heat of him burned her palm. “I’m not complaining.”
He covered her hand with his. “True enough. But I don’t want to hurt you. Plus I’m outta rubbers.”
“Oh well, in that case,” she hummed, lowering her gaze. “Maybe we should do this instead.” She dropped to her knees.
“What the hell—”
His words stopped when she fluttered her tongue over his purplish tip. The velvety feel of his hot skin rained shivers through her belly. She was reminded of a solid ice cream cone, minus the cold. The last thing she felt was cold. Her fingers caressed the veiny sides and she marveled at how his cock pulsed upward.
Good Lord. Even with everything that had happened tonight, just thinking the word cock had her close to coming. Didn’t say a lot about her sophistication level. Not that she cared.
Mic licked the underside then stole a glance upward. Scott’s face was tilted to the ceiling, his corded neck muscles looking ten times their normal size. She opened her mouth then closed her lips over his engorged length. He slumped against the closed door with a thump and widened his stance. His hands were clenched in white-knuckled fists at his side.
Mimicking what she could remember from the adult movies, Mic acted on whatever idea came to her. She made long, slow strokes with her tongue then circled the tip. She swallowed him, moving her hand with her mouth. Strong fingers tangled in her wet hair as his hips time with her. Guttural groans and harsh breathing bounced off the bathroom walls.