by N. J. Young
“Fuck. Harper.” He practically roared out her name as he felt his cum spurt forth. One rope landed across Harper’s stomach, and he kept moving his hand as rope after rope landed across her breasts.
When he was finally spent, he stood watching her, dragging in a harsh breath. His cum drizzled over her skin, dripping off an elongated nipple. He looked at her face and saw how truly turned on she was. Thank God she was because now that he’d taken the edge off, he couldn’t believe he’d just come all over her like a goddamned teenager.
“Harper—”
“Please, Luke, please.” Her voice came out on a little whimper, and he grinned. She really had fucking loved watching him jerk off.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? I told you that you needed to be patient.” He reached for her then, his hands spreading the cum over her body, massaging it into her breasts, into her stomach. The wetness of it helped his thumbs slide over her nipples.
When his thumb and forefinger pinched each one hard, Harper’s head began tossing back and forth on the pillow. “Please, Luke.”
He climbed on the bed and sank lower, making a place for himself in between her outstretched thighs. “I do love it when you beg me.”
He began to kiss her inner thighs, and he was damn near afraid she would rip the scarves from the bed frame as much as she was trying to pull her knees free. He couldn’t wait to get her back to his house. He had the equipment there where he could truly truss her up. If she thought she was frustrated now, just wait until he forced orgasms on her when she was completely unable to move.
“Oh Harper, I want to show you how good this can be. You have no idea.” He trailed his tongue along her thigh and upward until he licked gently at her outer labia.
“Show me! Oh, Luke, please show me. Please don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it.”
His tongue circled her clit, barely touching her. God, she smelled amazing, and her wetness tasted like honey. This had to be what heaven was like, cradled in between Harper Love’s thighs. “What do you want, Pretty? Tell me.”
“You!” She panted hard, her thighs straining. “I want you to stop teasing me.” He raised his head to meet her lust-filled eyes. She had a wild look to her, and he loved it.
“Not good enough. If you want me to stop teasing you, I could just untie you right now and go home.”
Her eyes widened in alarm. “No!”
He had to bite back a chuckle. “Then tell me, Pretty.” He could tell it was hard for her to talk dirty, which he found very interesting considering she was so outspoken.
A little whimper came from the back of her throat, and her brow furrowed in a cute little V until she seemed to come to a decision. “I want you to make me come. I need you to make me come. And then I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Luke. I’m aching for you. I feel like my whole body’s on fire.”
His smile died away, and a savage instinct took hold of him. That was what he wanted to hear. “As you wish, Pretty.” He dove forward then, his tongue pressing more firmly around the hard bud of her clitoris. He knew she was about to shoot off like a rocket. She was so wet, and he lowered his tongue to lick around her vagina and then thrust up into her, drawing out more of her moisture.
She was moaning his name. Such a beautiful sound. He dragged his tongue upward until it finally reached her clit. Then he flicked it, ever so lightly, until Harper was jerking and making growly noises at him. She was mumbling something incoherent, and finally Luke couldn’t wait any longer. He attacked the engorged little nub, sucking it into his mouth. He clasped her clit gently between his lips and assaulted it with his tongue, licking hard over the surface, slapping at it, sucking at it, licking hard, back and forth.
It took mere seconds before Harper’s entire body went rigid. Her flood of cum filled his mouth a heartbeat before she let out the wildest scream he’d heard. Her hips bucked the best they could in her limited position, and he continued to lick her through her orgasm, worshipping her clit with his lips and tongue.
When she finally came down, he didn’t let up. Her body gave involuntary little jerks as he continued to lick her sensitive little bud.
“Luke! Luke, please!” She was begging him again, but for an entirely different reason this time. That orgasm she’d wanted so desperately before now seemed as if it were torturing her.
He let up a little bit, his tongue gently circling her clit. He wasn’t a one and done kind of a guy. Oh, hell no. He’d bet Harper was used to coming once and rolling over and going to sleep. He was prepared to show her what she’d been missing.
He continued to lightly circle her clit until he felt it start to firm up again, and then he attacked it with renewed vigor.
“Oh God, Luke.” Between her orgasm, her breathy gasp, and the way her hips were attempting to gyrate, his cock had gone right back to painfully erect. His dick sure didn’t seem to care that he’d come just a few moments ago. It was straining uncomfortably, and it wanted inside of Harper.
But not quite yet. He reached a finger up and slipped it inside of her drenched pussy, burying it deep in one thrust. She cried out as he stroked her, and he couldn’t believe how tight she felt. She was going to feel like a slick velvet vise around him. But he had to stretch her first. He had to make sure she was ready.
As he licked her gently, he added another finger, thrusting both up into her, scissoring his fingers, enjoying the sounds she made. When his fingers began a steady rhythm to match that of his tongue, he could tell Harper had shot right back up to the peak. This time, he didn’t want to mess around. He flattened his tongue, running it firmly over her sensitive spot, and she screamed. Her entire body started to shake as her juices flooded his hand.
He didn’t pull back until her clit had softened and she was whining, trying to pull her sensitive pussy away from his invading mouth. Finally he moved his mouth away and kissed her belly as he moved up her body.
When he finally reached her face, he was so utterly turned on by the dazed look on her face. “Luke, please, now. Please, I need you inside of me.”
He had no doubt she did, but he was having way too much fun to end this quite yet.
Lowering his head, he gently nipped at her lips, and then his tongue surged inside, forcing her to taste herself on him. “I’m sure you do, Pretty,” he said when he pulled back. “But I’m not quite done with you yet.”
She gave him a confused look, and then her face tensed as his hand reached for her again.
“Oh no, Luke, please, no. I can’t handle anymore.”
“Oh, I think you have one more in you, Pretty.” He began to stroke her little clit again, loving the way her body tensed up.
“No, no, I can’t.” She was practically whining, her head thrashing from side to side as she yanked at her wrists.
He didn’t move his hand away from her center, but he stared into his eyes. “Harper, remember what I told you. You can say ‘no’ all you want, but all it does is turn me on more. If you really want to stop, you have a safeword.” He watched her face carefully as his fingers slipped inside of her. Her teeth chewed furiously over her lower lip, but she didn’t say anything.
Luke breathed a little sigh of relief that she didn’t scream out her safeword. When he curled his fingers upward and found that little rough patch inside of her, Harper’s body lurched. There was no doubt in his mind that she would have come off the bed completely had she not been tied down.
His fingers stroked firmly over her G-spot as his thumb found her clit again. His eyes never left Harper’s face. “Look at me, Pretty,” he growled. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
She opened her eyes, which had glazed over with need. The little sounds she made in the back of her throat signaled she was back up to the top in only seconds. Never in his life had he been with any woman so responsive. His thumb rubbed faster, setting a blinding rhythm, and Harper began to moan his name. When her tremors started, Luke crashed his mouth down on hers and swallowed the last of her
screams.
Chapter Thirteen
Her vision blurred, and her mind shattered into a million pieces as her third orgasm overtook her. Luke was killing her with pleasure, and this was the sweetest torture she could ever imagine. As she floated back down to earth, she was aware of his fingers caressing her breast, tweaking her nipple, as his hot mouth devoured the other one. Instinctually, she tried to move her hands to tangle in his hair, but she was still immobile. And that was so fucking hot.
The rigid thickness of Luke’s cock pressed against her thigh. He had the largest cock she’d ever seen. She’d watched transfixed as he’d stroked himself until he spent his release over her body. That had truly been the most erotic moment of her life. And she wanted him to come again, except this time she wanted him shooting off inside of her.
“Luke,” she managed to say shakily. “Please.”
He raised his head to look down at her, his eyes glittering. His eyes were the most incredible color. Most of the time, they looked as dark as a midnight sky, but tonight, she noticed those dark blue flecks seemed to stand out the more aroused he got.
The corners of his lips turned up in a dangerous smile, making her shiver. “Back to begging for me, Pretty?” His voice was rich and dark and dangerously sweet, making her think of hot fudge. “Are you ready for me now?”
Her stomach flipped as he moved between her thighs, his cock pressing right against her center. “Oh yes. Oh God, yes.”
He bent his head to take her mouth as he readied himself to enter her.
She took a deep breath and didn’t even realize she’d screwed her eyes shut until she felt Luke’s hot breath on her skin. “Look at me, Pretty. Open your eyes.”
His face was only a breath away from hers, his eyes taking her in. “I’m going to go slow. If it’s too much, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
Her hips involuntarily pressed up against him. “I won’t want you to stop.” She leaned up to brush her lips across his. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
With a groan, he took her mouth, and his kiss was anything but gentle or careful. Their tongues wrestled in a savage dance.
The blunt head of his cock nudged open the lips of her pussy, and she had the flitting thought that it was a good thing he’d tied her down because she could feel her legs instinctively trying to close around him, as if they had a mind of their own and were scared of the giant monster breaching her opening.
Luke pumped his hips forward, and the mushroom head slipped inside, making her gasp into his mouth. At her reaction, he stopped moving, except for his lips that played lightly over hers.
When his fingers slid up her side to cup a breast and play with her nipple, Harper moaned, thrusting her hips up to take more of him inside.
“Easy, Harper.” Luke pushed himself up over her, pushing in short jackrabbit thrusts to gain access a little at a time.
The fullness inside of her was decadent, pleasure radiating throughout her body. With one final thrust, Luke seated himself inside of her, and she felt the heaviness of his balls resting against her bottom.
The veins in his neck were straining, and Harper knew he was already working to control himself. “Fuck, Pretty, you’re so tight.” He pulled all the way out until just the head remained and then thrust all the way into her, hitting every perfect spot.
Harper cried out, all thoughts leaving her brain. He thrust again, and her mind was filled with need, for him, for his body, for the pleasure he gave her.
His lips trailed down the side of her neck, and she heard an animalistic sound come from her throat as his teeth sank into her tender flesh. The slight pain drove her higher, and she raised her hips to meet his. Together, they built a rhythm that quickly became more and frenzied.
Never had she felt so full, so completely … complete. Luke touched every part of her, places inside of her that she hadn’t known existed. The glorious friction pushed her higher, and she felt herself on the edge of that magnificent cliff all over again.
She hadn’t expected to come again. She’d never experienced an orgasm during intercourse before, except for one achieved by rubbing her own clit. But here she was on that precipice, her body tightening around Luke as he drove her toward her release.
Harper watched him as he rose up. The muscles of his face were tight, the cords of neck were pronounced, and a sheen of sweat covered his brow. When he opened his eyes to look at her, Harper thought she could see straight through to his soul.
“Pretty, come for me. Come one more time for me.” His voice ground out as if speaking was an effort. “I need to feel you come on my cock. Please, Harper.”
Then his mouth was on hers in a hungry, feverish kiss. “Come for me, Harper.” He whispered the plea against her lips.
His words sent her over the edge, and she felt her muscles clamp down on his. “Luke, oh God, Luke!” Her vision blurred as her trembling body exploded underneath him. She heard herself crying out, no longer able to control her voice, her thoughts, or anything except that glorious rapture.
Luke groaned, what little self-control he had left completely snapping. He drove into her, hard and fast, reaching depths she never would have thought possible. And the more he thrust, the more her orgasm continued to roll through her, her pussy milking him, wanting all he had to give her.
“Harper! Fuck!” He shoved deep and held himself there, and she felt his cock, hot and hard, pulsing its release, bathing her insides with his molten pleasure.
Luke collapsed on top of her, and Harper found herself panting for breath, as her core continued to tighten around him in involuntary spasms. When their breathing began to even out, Luke pushed himself up and knelt between her legs, causing her to gasp as he pulled out.
His brow furrowed as he looked down at her. “Are you okay, Pretty?” The concern on his face touched her so deeply that it almost brought tears to her eyes. At that moment she knew … she knew that Luke Price had captured her heart, and she would never be the same.
The frantic pounding at the front door made Harper jump … well, jump as much as she could since she was tied to the bed.
“What the hell?” Luke looked over his shoulder, obviously annoyed by the interruption.
“Just ignore it,” Harper pleaded. “They’ll go away.” And if they didn’t, she would kill them because she wasn’t about to let anyone interrupt her night of incredible freaking sex with this gorgeous god of a man.
But whoever it was didn’t stop, causing her to let out a growl of frustration. Then the person at the door started yelling. “Luke! Harper! Come on, I know you’re in there. Please, it’s an emergency!”
“Foster? Shit.” Luke grabbed his jeans, yanking them on. “This better be an emergency, or I am going to fucking kill my little brother.”
“Luke!” Harper yelled as he started to stalk out of the room. “You can’t leave me like this.”
His jaw clenched tightly as he paused, looking at her. He didn’t want to untie her. That much was clear. But then the pounding started again, eliciting a harsh curse from Luke. “Just a damn minute, Foster.” He attacked the scarves tying her right knee and hand, and then went to untie her other knee. He reached for the scarf around her other hand, but Harper was already working it free.
“I can get the rest. Just go answer the door before he breaks through it with his fists.”
With a grim look, Luke turned and walked out of the room. Harper only hoped that they would somehow be able to pick up where they left off.
Once she was free, she stretched the stiffness from her limbs and reached for Luke’s button-down shirt that he’d whipped off earlier without bothering to unbutton it. She heard voices from the living room, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then Luke’s voice was yelling. “Harper! Harper, come here!”
A thread of fear went through her at Luke’s tone. She yanked his shirt over her head. Since it hung clear to her knees, she didn’t bother to locate her underwear before running out to the living room. “Wha
t? What’s going on?”
Tears were pooled in Foster’s large blue eyes. “It’s Linzee. She’s bleeding. Foster, you have to help her.”
All thoughts of her libido vanished as her brain switched into doctor mode. “Is she next door?”
“Yes. Please do something.” Foster looked so lost, and Luke stood there with his arm around his brother, squeezing his arm reassuringly.
“Luke, call 911.” She turned to the coat closet near the front door. “Let me grab my bag.” She didn’t care that she was half-naked, or that her special moment with Luke had been interrupted. The only thing she cared about right at that moment was helping her friend.
Chapter Fourteen
Two hours later, Harper was trying to keep her patience with her friend, which was becoming tough since Linzee was apparently trying to win an award for most difficult patient of the year.
“I really don’t see why I need to stay in the hospital overnight. It’s just a little spotting. I had the same thing when I was pregnant with Georgia. Foster way overreacted. You said yourself the ultrasound didn’t show anything wrong.”
Harper checked to make sure the IV was secure before she started the saline drip. “Linzee, either way, you need rest, and you need fluids. You are insanely dehydrated.” When her friend rolled her eyes, Harper leaned over to get right in her face. “You listen to me. Do you want to lose this baby?”
Maybe that was a little harsh, but she needed to get Linzee to listen to reason.
The redhead paled. “You don’t really think that, do you? That I could lose the baby?”
Harper immediately regretted her words. With a heavy sigh, she sat on the edge of the hospital bed. “I think you need to be careful. You were young when you had Georgia. Your body’s different now.”
“You mean my body’s older now,” Linzee grumbled.
Harper regarded her friend, and things started to click into place. “Linz, is that what this is about? You think you need to overdo it to prove something? You’re not twenty years old.”