Stuck in Between (Bound by Your Love)

by Bennett, Blakely

  “Oh, that’s my favorite.” I smiled up at him.

  “Yes, I know.”

  “Have you been secretly stalking me all these years?” I asked over my shoulder.

  He rolled up his PJs and sat beside me. “I’ve been paying attention.”

  “Apparently.”

  “Look Jacqs, I know you think I’m crazy but just think about what I’ve said. It’s the best way for all of us to get what we want.” He swung his foot through the water and hooked mine.

  His touch jolted my body awake and threatened to weaken my resolve. Jerking my foot away, I said, “Lainie says I make choices that completely complicate my life but this … this is even beyond crazy for me. Two alpha males and one woman do not work. Surely you can see that.”

  “I’m not saying it will be easy, but we’ll get through it.” He rested his palm on my knee.

  “Please, don’t touch me right now,” I said, moving his hand to the side.

  “Why? Are you angry?”

  “I’m not angry; I just can’t concentrate when you touch me.”

  He bellowed out a laugh and said, “I love you. Let’s table this discussion for later.” Not waiting for me to respond, with his legs still in the water, he lay back against the ground and rolled me on top of him. He shifted me up and down and said, “See what you do to me?”

  I felt his hard cock and wondered again over the chemistry between us. “Now I get it,” I said. I crossed my arms over his chest and rested my chin on top of my hands.

  He ran his fingers through my hair and said, “What’s that?”

  “How you came up with your lame brain idea.”

  He chuckled slightly, rocking me as his chest moved. “And how is that?”

  “You lose your mind like I do when we’re together and can’t think straight!”

  Laughing harder, he said, “I’ve never been clearer about anything in my life. I want you with me from now on, and I don’t see another way that’ll work. If I didn’t care about Bond and your feelings for him, I never would have suggested it. I’d just kidnap you, make you live with me and forget everyone else.”

  “That would go over well, I’m sure. We’d have to become recluses and our friends would have to find a new place to hang out.”

  “You’re making my point for—I think I heard the door,” he said, shifting me to the side. He grabbed a towel, dried his lower legs and tossed the towel to me.

  I entered the kitchen as Red came in carrying two bags. “Can we postpone this discussion?” I asked.

  “Sure, would you like to eat at the table or sit on the couch and watch a movie?”

  “I vote for a mindless comedy.”

  “Have you ever seen Grosse Pointe Blank? It’s a shoot ‘em up romantic comedy.”

  “Is that the one with Minnie Driver? I’ve wanted to see that.”

  “Yeah. Let me get some plates—” he said, stepping to the far cabinet.

  “Let’s just eat out of the containers. Do you have ketchup? I’ll grab the napkins and a fork.”

  We settled on the brown leather couch, facing the big, flat screen TV. I found it endearing that we could simply share a meal and a movie together. It left me really considering what it might be like to live together. The rest of his crazy scheme, I couldn’t even begin to digest.

  After we had finished off the key lime pie, he angled himself against the side of the couch and pulled me back to rest on his chest. I sunk in next to him and loved the comfort I found in his arms.

  “I’ve dreamed of moments like this,” he said.

  “You mean it wasn’t always about sex?” I said, laughing.

  “Well, most of the time.”

  “Hey!” In his arms, I spun to face him. Lying on his chest, I could see his devilish smile. His expression shifted and I felt it pull on my heart.

  “I won’t let you go, Jacqs.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  He kissed my forehead and my eyes. Fear, love, and excitement all churned around inside of me. When he finally touched my lips with his, I moaned in contentment. “Hmm.”

  As he kissed me, I wondered if Bond would even consider Red’s idea. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.

  Red must have felt my wayward thoughts because he deepened the kiss, clutching my ass, pushing my pelvis up against his hard cock. All thoughts ceased to exist and in that moment, I probably would have considered anything.

  After we broke apart, both of us slightly panting, he rolled us to the side, with my back pulled tightly against his chest, and we finished watching the movie.

  “Are you ready for bed?” he asked, turning off the TV.

  “Yeah, I told Tom I would come in a bit early to go over the last details of a marketing blitz I prepared for him.” I also wanted to get my blood drawn for the STD tests on the way in, but I didn’t mention that.

  “What time do you need to leave?”

  “I should be out of here around seven forty-five or eight.”

  Red locked the doors and turned off the downstairs lights. Holding hands, we strolled up the stairs together.

  “Did you remember a toothbrush?” he asked after we entered his bedroom.

  I rummaged through my bag and said, “Got it.”

  “I have a new one you can use and leave here.” He opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and handed me a brand new toothbrush.

  “I’ve only ever had a second one at Bond’s.”

  “Now you have one at my place too,” he said, through gritted teeth.

  “If I can’t even mention him without you getting upset, how will I be able to date him? Have you even considered that I might not want to?”

  “Date him?” He squeezed a line of toothpaste onto his toothbrush and handed me the tube.

  “Yes.”

  “I just assumed—”

  “A dangerous occupation,” I said and started to brush my teeth.

  He held his toothbrush out from his mouth and said, “Now that you know about his past, I figured you wouldn’t take his philandering ways so personally.”

  “In theory,” I mumbled with a mouth full of toothpaste, “that might be true.” I rinsed my mouth and said, “He seems sincere in trying again, but I’m not sure anything has changed. The bullshit gets to me.”

  He placed his toothbrush down, and said, “Bullshit?”

  “Yeah, him making it seem like I’m the one keeping us apart. It drives me crazy. I love the guy but he’s delusional.” I left the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “But aren’t you the one saying no?”

  “It’s his behavior that’s keeping us apart. I’m starting to wonder if you’re equally delusional.”

  “Excuse me?” he said as he entered the room.

  “There you go again, folding those arms across your chest. As long as you mention Bond, all is fine, but if I bring him up, you react. Yet, you think we can all be a happy threesome. I call foul.”

  “I never said it wouldn’t be a process, and I don’t expect it to be easy. It’s just the best solution for all of us concerned. I’m certain it will suit Bond well.”

  “And you?” I asked.

  Red took a giant step to stand in front of me. He yanked his bottoms down, and his cock stood straight out, hard and erect.

  “Oh,” I said, running my hand down the length of him. “It pisses you off, but turns you on at the same time?”

  “Yesss,” he hissed.

  “I didn’t realize. That’s kind of hot.”

  “Will you do something for me?” He covered my hand with his and stopped my movement along his shaft.

  I looked into his eyes and felt his love and desire. “Anything.”

  “Take off your clothes and sit in the chair by the door. Cover it with this towel.”

  My heart started to race as I stripped off my clothes. Lining the seat, I sat and watched Red ceremoniously open the trunk.

  He strode toward me with a gold rope in his hand. Lifting me and th
e chair, he moved us away from the wall. “Put your arms around the back, behind you.”

  My nipples hardened and my body tingled as I did what he asked of me.

  “Normally I would take my time, tying a series of knots to secure you but it’s late and I have to taste you again. Right now.” First he wrapped the rope around my torso, just below my breast, placing another revolution across my chest. He secured my wrist behind the chair leaving me with little recourse to move my upper body. “Not my best work but it will do. How are you feeling?”

  “Muddled.”

  “Muddled?”

  “Titillated and scared, but safe too. My breathing feels erratic, and my heart seems to be bouncing in my chest.”

  “Perfect.” Sitting in front of me, he drew my hips to the edge of the chair, and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs. “I love your taste and smell. I get stone hard just thinking about it.”

  “Ohhh,” I said as he brushed over my clit. “Is that what you think ... about in the shower?”

  “Yes, but you’re usually affixed to the pool table or against the wall of the boat where passersby can see you.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Just feel.” Standing, he scanned me from head to toe, taking in my breasts that were pushed forward between the rope and my nipples taut in excitement. “You’re panting,” he said. “And your eyes are wide and dilated.”

  Stepping close to me, he bent down, moved my long hair off my shoulders, draping the brown waves behind the chair. Cascades of warmth and stimulation migrated across every surface of my skin. I was needy with want and lust.

  He stared directly into my eyes and my pussy pulsed with the intensity. Kissing me ardently, he marked me as his. He caressed with both hands down my neck and kneaded the flesh of my breasts. Finally breaking away from our sultry kiss, he lowered his head to my nipples.

  “So hard and ready for me,” he said just before he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. He simultaneously plucked at my left, and the dual sensation caused my hips to lift.

  Settling between my legs again, he softly touched his way down my sides and stomach. He breathed across my swollen nether lips and lightly bit his way from between my legs, around my mound, avoiding the spot that needed the most attention. “I love your pussy lips,” he said, as he tugged them.

  “Oh please,” I cried.

  “Shhhh. I’m going to take my time.” He hands trailed back over my stomach and cupped my breasts, squeezing both of my nipples as he finally tongued my sensitive clit. Spreading my legs wide, his fingers plucked at my labia again just before he penetrated me with his finger.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned as he found my g-spot, rubbing ever so gently as he flicked his tongue over my aching center.

  He paused and said, “You’re so fucking sexy and I love all your moans and groans.”

  “I’d push your head back down if I could.”

  “I think you need more incentive to behave,” he said, kneeling up and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. He stood, striding back to the trunk and immediately returned.

  With my eyes opened wide, I said, “What are you going to—ahhh,” I yelped, when he placed a clamp on my right nipple. “Oh lord, oh my god, oh lord that’s so intense.”

  “Here goes the other one. Now behave.”

  My body shuddered from the acute pressure on my nipples, which caused my pussy to throb.

  He bent forward and sucked my clit into his mouth as he reinserted his finger.

  I strained against my bindings as the heat in my nipples, combined with his tongue lashing and finger fucking created a new tightness building in my core. I felt my wetness spilling down the sides of my legs. Shaking uncontrollably, the convulsions started at my clit and ripped out through the rest of my body. “Oh please … I don’t know … so much … oh fuck. Ahhh!” My hips arched with the force of my climax, every muscle in my body straining. My heart pounded in my chest, my breathing erratic as my orgasm slowly subsided.

  “That was so hot. I’ll give you a minute to recover and we’ll do it again.”

  “No … no … no,” I mumbled, shaking my head, my eyes still closed. “I don’t think I can.”

  “Of course you can. Did you feel your gush?”

  “I gushed?”

  “A first?”

  I glanced down and nodded.

  “You have no idea how happy that makes me. Now close your eyes and come for me again. This time I want to watch your face.” He ran his fingers over my fleshy mound, making large circles with one hand as he pulled on the right nipple clamp.

  “Ah … Uh … oh please.”

  “I don’t think it will take you much longer to—”

  “Oh please, don’t stop, don’t stop! Here we go!” My hips gyrated in synch with his manipulations and my pelvis shuddered against his hand. The deep contractions rocked through me until I finally collapsed against the chair. “Holy hell,” I groaned.

  “You are loud, Little One.”

  “Is … that … bad?” I asked, struggling to open my eyes.

  “Incredibly hot.”

  “Oh … good then.” I closed my eyes and continued to float in the high of my release.

  He unknotted the rope and massaged my arms as he brought them back around. After removing the clamps, he held my nipples tight, letting the blood return slowly. He scooped me up into his arms and used the towel to dry me off.

  “I haven’t taken care of you,” I whispered.

  “Tomorrow is another day,” he said as he lowered me down on the bed.

  I yawned and said, “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure,” he said, getting in on the other side.

  “I don’t have my phone up here. Can you set an alarm?”

  “No need. I wake up at the same time every day.” He snuggled in next to me, spooning me close.

  I fell into oblivion until I felt a shake on my shoulder. “Huh?” I struggled to open my eyes. “Is it morning yet?”

  “No, love. I heard your phone.”

  “Was it a melody or a chime?”

  “A chime I think.”

  I rolled onto my side and sidled my butt against his leg. “I’ll worry about it in the morning.”

  He spooned me to him, and I fell back into a deep sleep.

  Nibbles along my ass and back woke me in the morning. An arm over my torso played with my nipples and a rock hard cock jutting against the back of my thigh. “Good morning,” I mumbled.

  “That’s the best sleep I’ve had in a long time,” Red said against my neck which caused me to shiver against him. “I’ve dreamt of your mouth all night long.”

  I turned around in his arms and immediately began sucking on his tiny nipple and reaching for his hard-on.

  He groaned and pushed my head down. Knowing what he wanted, I scooted lower, taking the flared head of his phallus past my lips. I gripped him at the base of his cock and cupped his testicles in my other hand. Red rocked his hips back and forth as he held and guided my mouth over his silky erection.

  “Jesus, woman, I love that mouth of yours.”

  “Mmmhmm,” I mumbled against him.

  I fondled his balls as he found a rhythm that pressed him just to the back of my throat. I followed the propulsion with my grip, up and back. I reveled in his tender control and the safety I found there.

  In and out he pressed as I concentrated on sucking his cock, jerking his shaft and massaging his balls. As the speed accelerated and the movement became frantic, he groaned, “Damn, I’m close.” He slowed his pace, and I could feel the head swell. “Oh fuuuck,” he grunted and then filled my mouth with his warm come.

  As soon as the last squirt fired, he rolled over onto his back and sighed heavily. He opened one eye and peered over at me, “How’d I taste?”

  Moving up close to him, I lay my head on his chest. I chuckled slightly and said, “Like cucumber.”

  “Cucumber?” he said, raising his head as if offended.

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bsp; “Relax,” I said, laughing and patting his shoulder. “You’ve sampled it yourself. What would you say it tastes like?”

  “Definitely not cucumber.”

  “Men and their egos,” I said, shaking my head. “Cucumber is a compliment you silly man. Some men taste dreadful, I mean really bad. Thick and pungent.” I glanced around looking for a clock. “What time is it?”

  “Just after seven.”

  “We need to get moving. Time is a wasting!”

  “You should probably check your phone. I’ll run the shower.”

  “Oh, did my phone go off during the night? I thought that was a dream,” I said, jumping out of the bed and circling around it. I hopped down the stairs and retrieved my phone from the kitchen counter. Scrolling through, I saw text from Bond and Stay.

  Stay: Heads up, Bond’s insisting on going by your place. You know how he gets once he gets a bug up his ass.

  Stay: Are you up? Text me so I know you got this.

  Stay: I couldn’t talk him out of it. We will be there in 10 mins.

  Stay: Bond is losing his mind that you’re not here. Text me!

  Bond: Where the fuck are you? Are you in there? Wake the fuck up!

  Bond: We’re pounding on your door, Jacqs. Are you at Lainie’s?

  Bond: I want to see you today, after work. We need to talk.

  I ran back up the stairs and into the bathroom. “They came by my apartment last night.”

  “Who? Stay and Bond?”

  He stood naked in front of me and I got distracted momentarily. His cock hung heavy, still full with blood and his muscular legs and toned physique thrilled me.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Jacqs, or we’ll never get to work.”

  “I’m … yes, I know. Here, read the text. That man always wants to talk.”

  “I suggest that you call him on your way to work. He’ll probably still be asleep. We’re lucky they didn’t decide to stop by here last night.”

  “We don’t have much time left to deal with this.”

  “No, we don’t.” He hugged me, and I had to stand on tiptoe to receive it. “Let’s shower and eat something. I want you in my bed tonight.”

  “Let’s talk about that later.”

  “Either your bed or mine, Jacqs; and I mean it.”