Tied with a Bow Anthology, Vol. 2

by Morris, Raven

  Ty’s excitement grew. His panting was faster, his voice—her name—hoarser. His fingers clench the handrail, knuckles white, and sweat slicked his abdomen, the tiny droplets highlighting every muscle there.

  “Oh my God, look at you. Look at us.” Ty had somehow managed to get an eye open.

  Damn. She must not be doing her job well enough.

  She slid another finger into his ass, pumping it.

  “Yeah, Ky, that’s it.”

  He met her gaze in the mirror.

  Oh, God, the mirrors. The upper part of the elevator was ringed with them. Look at him there. Naked, every muscle perfect, his body straining towards her, thrusting in and out of her mouth.

  And her… Her lips were closed around his big cock, taking him all the way in. It was so erotic to watch herself.

  She slid her mouth off and rimmed him with her tongue.

  His head fell back against the mirror. “I’m going to come, Kylie.”

  She rimmed him again. Then she sucked just the head and scraped it gently with her teeth.

  “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

  They’d get to fucking later. Right now she wanted to feel him lose control and fuck her mouth, bathing her throat with his cum.

  She took his entire length in slowly. Then drew back even slower.

  “Faster, Ky. Fuck me faster.”

  He arched his hips toward her until he was no longer resting on the rail, his cock begging for release.

  She gave it to him, taking him in fast and hard, slamming him to the back of her throat. She rammed him into her again and again, pressing her finger inside him so that he couldn’t stop the thrusts, every part of him shivering with anticipation, lust, want, need… she didn’t care what it was, she just wanted to give him the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.

  Then the elevator started moving.

  What the—? She was about to pull away, but Ty gripped her head and shoved her against him, working her up and down over his cock, the handrails forgotten.

  And, oh God, Kylie didn’t care. He held her head in his hands and used it as if he were jerking himself off, setting the perfect rhythm and forcing her to take him deeper.

  His hips pumped and she watched him watching them in the mirror.

  “That’s it, Ky. I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum. You want that, right? You’re going to swallow me like you did before? Feel me shoot my wad all over your mouth and slide down your throat?”

  She fingered him again and he came. Just like that, a gush of hot salty cum shot out of him and she sucked it in eagerly.

  “Yes, Ky, take it. Take me. All of me, sweetheart.” He groaned and his hips jerked wildly, his cock banging against her teeth, her cheek, the roof of her mouth.

  She drank him in—both his cum and the sight of him in the mirror as his body strained with his release, jerking, spasming, his face tied up in a pleasure so intense he couldn’t keep his eyes open, and he sucked in a huge, broken breath before moaning out her name as his hole tightened around her finger, his glutes rock hard in her palm, his cock twitching inside her mouth, before he finally released that breath he’d sucked in, every bit of need spilling from him into her.

  She swallowed the last of him as he fell back against the wall, then slid her lips along his length, enjoying the half hiss/half groan he couldn’t hold back, licking the tip as she let him pop free.

  He ran his hand lightly over her hair. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  She got to her feet, dragging his shorts up with her. “It’s easy when I have an amazing person to be amazing with.”

  The elevator dinged the arrival at their floor. Ty sighed and did up his shorts. “I don’t know why I’m bothering. It’s not as if there’s going to be anyone out there waiting to see. I pay good money for my privacy.”

  “This is private?” she asked when the doors opened to wall of windows, floor to ceiling, with a stunning view of LA spread out before them, all the way to the ocean, not a curtain to be found. More windows filled the wall on the right, too.

  “You see how high up we are?” Ty said, leading her into the space. “Only someone with a telescopic lens is going to see us and hell, no one’s safe from those anywhere.”

  She walked over to the window. The Pacific ocean sparkled in the distance, one of the few days the air was smog-free enough to see it. “It’s gorgeous.”

  Ty came up behind her and put his hands on either side of her on the glass, trapping her there with his body, his scent, his very presence. “So true.”

  She met his gaze in the window’s reflection. “You’re not talking about the view, are you?”

  “Not the one outside the window.”

  It felt so good to feel desirable. Bill hadn’t been into flattery—or even a general, feeling it vibe. Sex between them had been stagnant from day one.

  What was moving against her behind was anything but stagnant.

  “You’re ready to go again?”

  He smiled at her in the window. “Kiley, I’ve got eight years’ worth of being ready for you to work out. You didn’t think that little blip in the elevator would do it for me, did you?”

  “It didn’t?” Damn, she’d worked so hard to make it so good.

  He turned her head with a finger to her chin and kissed her softly, tugging on her lip before setting it free. “Oh, it did me. And it was marvelous. But there’s so much more I want to do to you. With you. For you.”

  And then he did. His hand ran down her arm and linked with her fingers. Well, one hand. The other one tangled in her hair and tugged her head back, and the kiss he planted on her was so erotic she thought her knees would give out.

  She turned to face him, needing to wrap her arms around him.

  He tore his lips off hers. “No.”

  “No?”

  He shook his head and his blond surfer locks danced across his forehead in a way designed by the gods to make every woman want to brush them back.

  “No. This is going to be beyond amazing. It’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since I saw these windows, and now that I have you here… “ He took each of her hands, raised them over her head, and pressed her palms against the glass. “Don’t take your hands off at all.”

  She shivered. This had promise written all over it. “Why not”

  “You know why, Kylie. I’m going to do you up against the glass and the only thing I want you to do is moan and enjoy.”

  “But people will see.” Funny, that wasn’t dissuading her.

  “Only if they’re scanning the place with a high powered lens and, like I said, let them. They’re going to have one of the most beautiful shows in the world watching you come.”

  She was starting to already.

  He skimmed her dress up her backside, his hands lingering too long—or not long enough—on her cheeks.

  “Your skin is so silky. So sexy.”

  She arched her lower back, pushing into his cock. “You mean like this?”

  He growled and big her shoulder. “You like being naughty, don’t you?”

  “Only with you, Ty” Because he was the only one who’d ever asked.

  But it was more than that. With Ty, she could be this wild woman who wanted to get out. She could be free and uninhibited with her body because Ty didn’t judge. He never had. There’d been a few things he’d wanted to try with her that night—anal being one—and she’d said no. He hadn’t gotten pissy or moody, just shrugged it off, turned her around, and given her another version of pleasure.

  Maybe she’d try it tonight with him. For him.

  The thought made her cream her thong.

  “Can you please take this thong off me? It’s pointless.”

  He ran his fingers along the strip between her cheeks.

  “Pointless? I don’t think so.” He tugged that strip up and—oh, now she got it. “Like that?”

  Why hadn’t anyone ever told her that was a benefit of wearing a thong? “Uh…” she was back to monosyllables
again. “Yeah.”

  He smiled at her in the window, his dimple flashing. “Then I think we’ll leave it on for a while. After all, it’s not a hindrance.”

  Which he proved by sliding his fingers down the length of that strip to the triangle that covered her mound, and unerringly found her clit. “See?”

  No, she couldn’t see. Her vision was clouding over as desire stormed through her.

  “Open your legs a little more, Kylie.” His voice had dropped a notch, kind of gravelly and growly which she doubted was a word but didn’t care because it was exactly the perfect one for what he sounded like and how he made her feel.

  She did as he asked and moaned when he dropped to his knees behind her. There she was, her dress hiked over her ass, her breasts pressed against glass cooled by the A/C in the room, heat streaming through it from the outside, and Ty kneeling beneath her.

  And then he tongued her channel

  “Oh, God, Ty.”

  He stopped what he was doing. “Now, Kylie, don’t call me a god. You don’t want me to get a big head.” He spread her lips. “Or maybe you do.”

  Then he licked her so hard her orgasm never had time to register before it was washing over her, so primed from the one in the car. And from blowing him. And from this, this erotic fantasy as she stood here in broad daylight, coming on some guy’s face.

  But Ty wasn’t just some guy. He was the man she’d never been able to forget, so she rode the wave, her legs trembling, her breasts utterly grateful to be pressed against something hard, and she struggled to stay upright. To wring every last ounce of pleasure from his gift so that she could return it.

  She cried out when he pulled his tongue away.

  “Now, now, don’t be so greedy. We’ve got all night. And all week f you want it. I’m not going anywhere.” He stood up. “Well, except for here.”

  His shorts dropped to the floor, there was the sound of foil wrapping—she’d think about him being so prepared later—and he pushed his big dick into her from behind.

  “Jesus, Kylie, you’re so tight.”

  “That’s because you’re so big.”

  “You make me this way. It hasn’t been this hard or this fat with anyone since you.”

  She’d think about that later too because right now she couldn’t think. Ty was thrusting into her, shoving her against the glass, and she had to concentrate to be able to counter his thrusts.

  “Open the front of that dress, Ky. Rub your tits on the window. I guarantee you there’s nothing like it.”

  She’d think about how he knew that later, too. Right now, she just wanted to do what he wanted her to do because she wanted to do it.

  He undid her zipper and helped her work her arms through the armholes, never once missing the beat as his hips rocked her.

  He ran his palms down her chest, over her nipples, circling them, making them hard and aching—well harder and achier—then cupped he, and swirled them against the glass.

  She hissed.

  “Feels good, right?”

  “How did you know?”

  “Practice, babe. Thinking about this for years. Years. I was planning to give you every reason not to leave me the next time I saw you.”

  His words generated as much heat as what his hands and the glass and his cock were doing, and Kylie knew there was something in what he’d said that she needed to ask him, but when he slid a hand down her belly to her clit and started fingering her, she lost it. She lost the thought, the words, her ability to think, her balance, and her mind.

  “Put your hands on that glass again, Kylie, and ride me.”

  She did. The glass gave her leverage, it gave her something solid to hold onto while everything else spun around her in a maelstrom of feeling and electricity and heat and sensation with hot breaths and a pounding heart and a throbbing pussy.

  TY rocked harder. He thrust deeper. He gripped her hips and muttered words that had no meaning yet meant everything to her while he sweated and groaned and grunted and fucked and fucked and fucked her up against that wall of glass where anyone could see them and neither one of them cared.

  ‘That’s it, Ky. Take me deeper. Grab me. Milk me.”

  She pushed against him, wanting him deeper, her cheek pressed against the glass, sweat making her slide along it, but oh what that sweat did to her hard aching nipples. She pulled her hands off the glass and crossed them beneath her breasts, grabbing them and circling them to help with the pressure.

  Ty thrust hard. “That’s it, Ky.” He grabbed her hips and shoved her down onto his cock, impaling her, her juices making the punishment easy to bear. “Take me. All of me. Let me fuck you.”

  “Yes, Ty, yes.” She looked at him over her shoulder, wanting to kiss him, wanting to bury her tongue in his mouth as he’d his cock buried in her throat “Fuck me. As long and as hard and as deep as you can. I can take it. I can take… you.”

  He rubbed her clit harder and she felt the storm about to break. She was on fire, every bit of her striving toward that moment when he’d take her over the edge and make it explode like fireworks all over her, heat and sound and that big, thudding boom that came with a show’s crescendo.

  “You feel so amazing, Ky. Better than I remembered.”

  God, would the man shut up and come already? He was too controlled. Too in control. For all his panting and heavy breathing, the fact that he was controlling his own orgasm annoyed Kylie. He’d controlled hers; she should control his.

  So she clenched her inner muscles around him, shoved her ass back against his groin, reached between her legs, and slid her finger along his shaft as he slid out of her.

  “What are you doing?” He could barely form a coherent question.

  Good. She dipped her finger in between her passage and his cock. She was so wet and that moisture was just what she—and he—needed.

  “Ky, don’t. I can’t take it.”

  She knew the feeling. She also knew how good that feeling was when she had to take it.

  She ran her hand around his balls, and rubbed that smooth skin behind them.

  “No, Ky, don’t. I’ll come.”

  That was the idea.

  So she didn’t listen to him and slipped her finger into his ass.

  He exploded like a tidal wave inside her and while he might be wearing a condom, nothing hid the hard, frenzied throbbing as his cum spurted out to fill the sheath.

  She so wanted to feel it filling her.

  Maybe if they were in a relationship…

  Yeah, she was dreaming. Ty lived his life wherever he chose. She was stuck in this city, with her condo, with her job, and her commute every damn day for the rest of her life. What did it say about her life that she’d only been to the beach twice since she’d moved down from San Fransisco?

  “Wanna go to the beach?” Ty muttered against her hair and he lay against her back.

  She chuckled. “That’s a first.”

  “You’ve never been to the beach?” He raised himself off her, but still kept his cock embedded right where she wanted it. “That can’t be true.”

  She shook her head. “I meant that’s the first time someone’s asked me that right after sex.”

  He ran his hands down her sides and slipped under her dress, to run them over her butt. “Ah, no spontaneity, is that it?”

  She shrugged and oh what that did to her boobs against glass that had been warmed by her body. “You could say that.”

  Ty slipped out of her and dealt with the condom while Kylie stayed glued to that glass wall. It was the only thing holding her up.

  “Now, see? If you’d finished out that night with me, you might not be saying that.”

  Not staying with Ty had suddenly become the biggest regret of her life. “Can I make it up to you?”

  She wasn’t going to play by the rules anymore; she was going to make them. If she wanted to spend tonight fucking Ty—and, hell, maybe all day tomorrow too because she did have some sick days saved up—then she was going
to. Her boss couldn’t fire her for being sick. And if he did, he’d never get the interview; it was hers.

  Ty was hers.

  She sighed. No, Ty couldn’t be hers. This was a night out of time, nothing more. A rekindling of the flame just to see if it was as hot as they’d both remembered it being.

  In Kylie’s mind, it was hotter.

  “So? Do you want to?”

  She wanted to do a lot. “Do what?”

  “Go to the beach?”

  “You’re serious? Ty, it’s at least a two hour drive in this traffic.”

  He smoothed her dress over her butt. “But if it weren’t. Would you want to?”

  She turned around and leaned against the window, her breasts bare to his gaze. “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

  He tugged her bra back into place. “Sure you do. This will pass for one.”

  “This?” She looked down at the scrap of lace that barely covered her big nipples, let alone was okay for public display. “And my thong?” That was barely okay for private display. It was almost non-existent.

  “Have you seen what women wear on the beach these days? You’ll look like a nun.”

  It didn’t matter that he was smiling when he said it; she did not want him having nun-like thoughts about her.

  She ran her hands over her chest, swirling her fingers on her nipples. Nuns would never do that. “You really think that’d be okay?”

  His lips parted and if she looked closely enough, she might see his tongue hanging out as he watched her play with herself.

  “Uh, yeah, that’d be okay.”

  Oh, goody. She’d gotten him to the uh stage. “Well, okay, then, Ty. If you want to sit in traffic for two hours to go to the beach, I’m in.”

  Hmm, maybe she could call the driver back and she could be on, too. On Ty.

  He covered her hands with this and squeezed. “God, Ky, these are spectacular.”

  “Real, too.”

  He laughed at that. Must have watched Seinfeld reruns as well.

  He gave them one last squeeze, then kissed the top of each one before pulling her dress up. “Enough temptation, woman. Let’s go.”

  “Now? But we just got here.”