Better to Eat You

by Savannah Skye

  “Take it, babe,” he groaned. She opened wide and sucked him in until he felt the resistance of her tight throat muscles. He flexed then, driving his cock farther in. She gagged and gripped his thighs to steady herself, but he didn’t let up. He pressed her down with a firm hand as he thrust upward. “That’s it, suck it deep.”

  She gagged again but didn’t fight him, using her tongue to work the head of his cock as she bobbed up and down. Her long hair brushed against her nipples as she moved, and they stiffened under the crisp white shirt. She looked up then, her eyes filled with tears. A wave of tenderness assailed him, followed by a stab of guilt.

  What the fuck was he doing? This was Micah.

  He pulled back, releasing her. “I’m sorry,” he managed, his voice sounding strangled. “I didn’t mean to scare you or make you cry. This is w—”

  “You didn’t scare me, and I’m not crying. I was just choking a little. I have to get past the whole gag-reflex thing.” She looked away then, her voice going so soft he had to strain to hear her. “But I…I like it. And it’s weird…you talking to me like that…but it makes me feel…I don’t know…sexy or something.”

  Chapter Seven

  He didn’t think his cock could get any harder, but he was wrong. At her words, the remaining blood in his body shifted course and rushed to his dick, pulsing there, swelling him to bursting. “Then, by all means, continue.”

  She leaned toward him, drawing the tip of his cock into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue.

  He threaded his fingers through her hair and urged her down. “No teasing. Not now. Suck hard, as far as you can take it. I want to feel the soft flesh at the back of your throat. That’s it, babe.”

  Her mouth was on fire, and she held him tight, her cheeks and throat gripping him like a fist. She clutched at his hips, pulling him closer as she worked his cock, slowly but thoroughly, up and down. His legs began to shake and the urge to come became almost too much to bear. He jerked away, but she shimmied forward on her knees to suck him in again.

  He growled and held her head still. “You hungry for that cock, princess? I’ll tell you when you can have it. Understand?”

  She murmured her assent around his girth, and the vibrations ran along the ridge of his dick with a hum. She released him and met his gaze. “I’ve never had anyone come in my mouth. I’d like to try, if—”

  Any willpower he had left was obliterated by those words, replaced by the driving need to fuck those sweet lips until he came. He let out a curse then yanked her forward until he was buried balls-deep in her mouth. He didn’t try to be gentle, taking what he wanted, what he needed. She lifted her hands, but rather than push him away, she snaked them around his hips and clutched his ass, pulling him closer.

  She let out a choked gasp, but still she held on, urging him to thrust harder into the waiting inferno of her mouth. He sank a hand into her hair, using it as leverage to force her farther onto his dick. Hot liquid rushed to his sack, pressure building tight and fast. His movements became frantic as he began to fuck her mouth, only one goal in mind. His cock jerked and twitched. She felt it too, because she moaned low in her throat and dug her nails into his ass, forcing him deeper. The head of his cock tapped against the back of her throat, once, twice, then he exploded. His body quaked as the orgasm ripped through him. He shouted her name, and come spurted into her greedy mouth as she sucked him harder, swallowing every drop. Her eyes were locked on his, and it was all he could do to remain on his feet.

  When the storm finally subsided, he released Mike’s hair and withdrew. He was dimly aware that the sound of his breathing was almost as loud as the thumping of his heart. He gazed down and realized her chest was heaving too. She was as breathless as he. Her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated. Her lips were swollen and damp. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  “Stand up.”

  She let her hands trail from his ass to his thighs before she stood. “Spread your legs.”

  She tilted her head, brow wrinkled in confusion. “Should I lay down?”

  He shook his head and slipped his foot between hers, pressing her ankle outward until she shifted her feet apart.

  “Did sucking my cock make you wet? I need to know, Mike.”

  She looked away, her cheeks flushing pink, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. He wasn’t about to let her get bashful on him now. “Slip your hand between your thighs.”

  She hesitated, then pressed a hand to her stomach. “Lower.”

  Her fingertips worried the button of her shirt before drifting down. She stopped when she reached the bottom of the shirt and lifted it out of the way. He caught a flash of black, barely there lace and groaned. He took a step back to get a better view.

  “Over my underwear, or…?”

  “No. Pull them to the side.”

  She paused and then complied, sliding her hand beneath the scrap of fabric.

  She gasped as she cupped herself. His cock pulsed in response.

  “Part your lips. Slip your finger inside and tell me. Is your pussy wet for me?” His gaze was glued to her hand, but he heard her swallow hard as her fingers delved deeper. She moaned, hips flexing, as she obeyed his command.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, my p-pussy is wet for you.”

  The sight of that lace bunched to one side of her pussy suddenly offended him, marring the spectacular view. He yanked it off her with a snap.

  Mike flinched and tried to cover up when she realized she was exposed to him, but that wasn’t going to happen. He grabbed her wrist and held her still. “No, I want to watch. Keep going.”

  Her movements at first were stiff and awkward. After a few quiet moments though, she began to lose herself, her eyes drifting closed as she bit her lip.

  Unfortunately, her shirt kept shifting, getting in the way. He impatiently tore it open.

  She gasped when the cold air hit her, but she didn’t stop touching herself. Instead, she worked her clit with one hand and cupped a full breast with the other, pinching the hard nipple between forefinger and thumb.

  God, her breasts were stunning, full with dusky, tight peaks. And that black tie dangling between them, teasing him, enticing him to tie her up. Bind her. Imprison her on his bed.

  He grunted with that mental image, his cock growing thicker, full and ready once again.

  Her fingers moved in a flurry now, as she added a second, thrusting in and out. Her breath grew fast, almost panting, as the sounds of her sucking wetness assaulted his ears. He covered her free breast with his hand, rolling the nipple. She threw her head back and moaned his name. He warred with himself, wanting so badly to watch her make herself come but wanting even more to be inside her when she climaxed. She tensed and he could sense it, she was close…so close.

  He bent and slipped an arm behind her knees and one behind her shoulders and scooped her up. She cried out in surprise as he strode to the bed and tossed her in the middle. She squirmed, trying to sit up, but he laid a hand on her smooth, flat stomach.

  “My turn now. I want you in handcuffs.”

  She froze as apprehension and anticipation filled her eyes. “That’s why I wore the tie. I figured you could use that t—”

  “Sorry, that’s not gonna do it. I want both hands over your head. Legs spread wide so I can fuck you and lick you and suck you. And I don’t want you to be able to get away until I’m done.” He stood over the bed with his hands on his hips as he studied her. “I can see your wheels turning, but I’m not asking, babe.”

  He went to his dresser and pulled out the leg restraints and two sets of handcuffs.

  “Take the shirt all the way off and lay on your stomach.”

  She jerked back in surprise. “Why on my stomach?”

  “Do what you’re told,” he barked.

  She moved like molasses, but the vision of her on all fours preparing to follow his command made him want to howl in triump
h.

  He might only have one night with her, but by the end of it, she would know what it felt like to be his.

  Chapter Eight

  Mike stared at Jesse over her shoulder and tried to stop trembling. How could she be so afraid and so turned on at the same time? She wanted to do everything he said and more, but the idea of being totally vulnerable terrified her. This was Jesse. Her Jesse. Yet he was someone else altogether. Dark and sensual and in control. What would he do with her once she was helpless?

  A rush of moisture pooled between her thighs, and she groaned.

  She tamped down her fear and stripped off the shirt. Lifting her hand to her neck, she moved to take off the tie.

  “Leave the tie.”

  She nodded then wet her lips. It went against every instinct to do what he asked and expose herself so thoroughly as he stood to the side and watched, but she did it. She stretched her arms up and out, until her fingertips grazed the headboard, then slid her knees down the cool, smooth sheets. She tried to open her legs, spread them wide, but they wouldn’t cooperate.

  “That’s a start,” he murmured.

  He set the restraints down, then took her wrist in his hand. The cool metal slid against her skin, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the cuff closed over one wrist with a click. Not too tight, but there was no way she was slipping out of it. Panic fluttered in her chest even as her pussy clenched. A pull on her hand and another click as he secured her arm to the bedpost.

  All was quiet for the moment, save for Jesse’s harsh breathing. She dared a glance up at him and was glad she had. His eyes were closed, his jaw tense, his expression pained. His chest rose and fell as if he’d run for miles. A surge of power rushed through her at the evidence of his need. Slowly, her free hand released its death grip on the sheets and her legs drifted apart.

  He must have heard her moving, and his eyes snapped open. His dimple flashed for a second when he noted her position had changed. “You’re a very good girl, Mike.” He bent low and kissed her bare shoulder. Even the slight touch set her to trembling again. She whimpered, and he pressed a second kiss, this time to her shoulder blade. Her nipples stiffened further, and she wriggled her chest, rubbing against the silky sheets.

  His mouth trailed lower, tripping over her spine with soft, sucking kisses. “Mmm…Please,” she whispered, begging for what, she didn’t know.

  He stood abruptly and gazed down at her. “When it’s time, you’ll beg, Mike. But the time isn’t now.”

  He backed away and picked up the leather restraint from the dresser. Fear and lust coalesced inside her, making it near-impossible for her to stay still. His big hand closed over her ankle, stripping off her shoe. “I’m going to fuck you in these later, but for now they come off.”

  He slipped the leather strap of the restraints over her foot and pulled until it was tight round her ankle. When he secured it to the post, she took a deep, steadying breath. Everything was going to be all right; she could do this.

  She waited for him to come to the other side of the bed, but a long moment passed. He was behind her, so she couldn’t see him, and the seconds ticked by like hours.

  “Jesse?”

  “Your ass is gorgeous, babe.” His voice was raspy, his tone reverent. “I can’t wait to take you from behind.”

  Her face flushed, and she instinctively began closing her thighs. She hadn’t moved them an inch when Jesse clasped her calf. He held her in his firm grasp and began to pull her leg toward the second post. The bed was large, and her thigh muscles protested.

  “Relax.”

  She did, letting her muscles go slack. Jesse secured the second restraint to the wooden newel, and the cool air rushed between her wide-open legs, brushing along her heated core.

  Her relaxed stance was short-lived as he moved up the side of the bed with cuffs in hand, toward her last free limb. She stole a glance at him. He must have taken off his shirt while he was behind her, because he was totally naked now. She drank in the sight, her nerves taking a hiatus. His chest was a dream— golden brown, muscular, leading into rippling ab muscles. A thin trail of hair ran from his belly button to his groin, where a neatly trimmed thatch of black curls framed a powerful erection.

  She reached out her free hand, helpless to stop it, and closed it over his thick cock in a firm squeeze. He froze, his face twisted in an expression so intense, it could have been pain. A heady surge of power rushed through her, and she worked his shaft up and down, reveling in his need. He flexed his hips helplessly toward her before wrenching himself away.

  “Jesus, babe,” he groaned as he sucked in a shuddering breath. He set his gaze on her and let the second set of cuffs jingle in his hand for a moment. Before the panic had a chance to reclaim her, he slapped one end to her wrist and attached the other to the bed.

  It was done. She was spread eagle and helpless.

  “Outside of this bedroom, all the rest of the time, you and I are equals. Here and now, you are mine. Do you understand that, Mike? Mine.” His voice was so low she had to strain to hear him over the blood pounding in her ears.

  “I will do what I please with you, and you will trust me to make it good for you, even though it might not always seem that way. Anytime you want to stop—truly want to stop—tell me and we stop.”

  She nodded, then shivered. He moved away and out of her line of sight. She waited for his touch, but it didn’t come. The door creaked, and she realized he’d left the room. What the hell?

  She opened her mouth to call out to him but remembered his words. Trust. He’d asked for her trust and she was going to give it. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Just when she thought she’d die from it, the creak of the door sounded again. Footsteps padded across the carpet, moving closer. She lay still, every muscle tensed.

  “Do you know where I went, Mike?”

  She shook her head, unable to speak even though the curiosity was killing

  her.

  “I went into your room and got two things, but I’m not going to tell you

  what they are.” He ran his fingertips along the backs of her thighs, over her ass, caressed her hip and continued higher, until he reached her neck. He carefully pulled at the tie, and it came off in his hands.

  “Lift your head.”

  She did, and a moment later she was plunged into darkness as he wrapped the black tie around her eyes like a blindfold. Her pulse skittered, and she tried to stay calm.

  “Don’t be afraid, babe. I’m going to make it so good for you.” His words poured over her like a balm, while fanning the flames that burned low in her belly.

  She pressed her face into the pillow as he tied the cloth in a knot at the back of her head. He moved down the length of the bed, trailing his fingers along her body. When he reached her ass, he squeezed one cheek hard and groaned. Wetness flooded her pussy at the sound. He began to massage both cheeks of her behind, squeezing and kneading, pressing her pubic bone rhythmically into the mattress. She rolled her hips frantically, desperate for more contact, loving the feel of his big, strong hands and the cool, smooth sheets between her thighs.

  “Your pussy is so beautiful. I can just see the slit from this angle, and it’s so pink and juicy. It makes me want to put my mouth on you and eat you until you explode. Would you like that, Mike?”

  She gasped at his words, and he worked her faster against the sheets. His hands grew more aggressive, rough enough that it should have hurt, but it only made her hungry for more.

  The bed dipped between her thighs, and she shuddered, waiting, hoping he would enter her from behind. He kept rubbing her ass though, encouraging her to grind against the bed, and she was happy to accommodate him.

  Her legs started to tremble and the urge to pull them together was all consuming. Jesus, could she come like this? Tension gripped her, and his hands grew more urgent as she rocked her hips faster and faster.

  Crack.

  She froze as white-hot pain seared her bottom. Before she could make sens
e of what was happening, he was rubbing her, bringing her back to that place and—

  Crack.

  She struggled to get free of his hand, lest he try to make her forget the pain with his skillful caresses, but the heat of his breath, the wash of his tongue on the stinging spot, distracted her.

  She let out a hum of satisfaction. “Mmm.”

  Again, the slap. Was it leather? A whip? A belt? Then the touch, this time butterfly-soft fingers slipping down the crack of her ass, brushing her hot core.

  She grunted and tried to thrust back into his hand. God, she needed something inside of her. Fingers, tongue, cock—she didn’t care.

  Crack.

  This time, the pleasure came with the pain, not after. Her ass throbbed and burned, and her pussy clenched as he ran two fingers over her soaking-wet crease.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  Crack.

  “Yes. Again,” she moaned.

  Crack.

  He slipped one finger inside her, a deep, long thrust, and a wildness overtook her. She tossed her head, desperate now for release as he rained lashes down upon her. A second finger joined the first, and he fucked her harder and faster.

  “Damn,” she groaned as the relentless waves began to suck her under. Her clit pulsed against the sheets as she tensed.

  Then his fingers were gone.

  She screamed in frustration. “Please! Please let me come.”

  “You will come, babe. When I say it’s time.” His voice was so guttural he barely sounded human, and that gave her some relief. She arched her ass up to give him a better view.

  If she had to suffer, so would he.

  Crack.

  This time the blow landed on the backs of her thighs, and the pain was searing. Hot tears filled her eyes, but before they could spill, his fingers were back, slipping and sliding along her slick folds. He pressed upward, glancing against her swollen clit. Her back bowed at the touch, and his name became a litany. “Jesse, Jesse, Jesse.”