Explosive

by BETH KERY

  He hoped like hell she was aroused at being restrained, because it was driving him crazy with excitement. Too bad he didn’t have access to any sex toys here at the cabin. It’d be nice to have a way to amplify her experience, he thought as he whipped off his socks.

  Then again, making his lust even more powerful seemed not only unwise, but downright greedy. How could he become more aroused than he felt at that moment?

  His gaze snagged on Sophie’s when he leaned back up again. Without thinking about what he was doing, he shoved his hand into his boxer briefs and fisted his cock. It’d caused a wicked stab of lust to go through him to see her big, dark eyes watching him undress, to see the arousal and, yes, a touch of wariness in their depths.

  “You say the word, Sophie—now or later . . . anytime—and I’ll untie you,” he rasped as he continued to stroke his cock.

  “I know,” she said shakily. Her gaze had transferred to his crotch, and she no longer looked wary; just excited. It sent a thrill through him, too, to know that she was aroused by the sight of him stroking himself. He lifted his penis out of his underwear and through his opened shorts. Her head lifted slightly off the pillow to get a better look when he began to run his hand up and down the sensitive shaft. Little pulses of pleasure leapt through him as he fisted the head and spread some pre-ejaculate on it until it glistened when he moved his hand to the turgid staff. Thomas knew it was his own hand jacking his cock but it was Sophie’s big, wanting eyes that were giving him so much pleasure.

  “I think I’d like to watch you bring yourself off,” she whispered. Her voice had sounded a little awed, like she was surprised by the truth of what she’d said.

  His cock leapt in his hand. He’d love to jack off for her, the vision of her tied to the bed naked and her eyes glued to his cock supplying ample fuel to complete the task with ease.

  “I can tell you one thing,” he said in all honesty as he continued to stroke himself. “The vision of how you look right this minute is going to be what pops into my mind whenever I do jack off from this day forward.”

  “Thomas,” she whispered shakily when he reached for the comforter and sheet and pulled. The fabric slid sensually down her torso. He let go when it reached just below her bellybutton. As usual, the sight of the pale expanse of her stomach and her large, shapely breasts spiked his arousal.

  “You have exceptionally beautiful breasts,” he murmured as he stroked his raging erection. “I’ve never seen real ones that were so firm . . . so sweet.”

  She laughed softly. “How do you know they’re real?”

  He gave her a wry glance. “Give me some credit, Sophie.”

  “Oh, right. You’re the breast expert,” she said through a small smile. “Pardon me for even joking about your vast experience in such matters.”

  He smiled. “You’re forgiven. I can tell by looking and touching that you’ve been thoroughly blessed by God, but even if I didn’t know the truth already, I don’t believe for a second you’d ever go for breast augmentation.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “There’s no way in hell you’d do something to draw additional attention to yourself. You always hide, Sophie.”

  Her smile faded slightly when their gazes met.

  “It doesn’t work,” he told her gruffly. “I saw your beauty each and every time I caught sight of you.” He twisted his fist over the sensitive patch of skin just beneath the crown of his cock. “I was blown away by it every damned time.”

  She didn’t reply, just stared at him with her lips slightly parted and an amazed expression on her lovely face. He grimaced when he forced himself to let go of his cock.

  “As much as your proposal appeals to me, I think I’ll save this for my ravishment of you.”

  Her smile returned when he glanced down at his erection poking out between the fly of his shorts.

  “You certainly make a formidable ravisher,” she murmured.

  He pumped his eyebrows. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Her soft laughter mesmerized him for a second or two. It stopped when he turned and headed out of the room.

  “Thomas?”

  “I’ll be right back. I’m looking for something—”

  She twisted her chin to see him when he walked back in the room a moment later.

  “What are you doing?” she asked bemusedly as she stared at the dark red, silicone spatula he held in his hand.

  “Improvising,” he said before he set the spatula next to the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. “Sophie?”

  “Yes?” she asked, dragging her gaze off the spatula. The light spilling from the opened bathroom door was sufficient for him to see how flushed her cheeks looked.

  “What we’re going to do . . . it’d be best if you were as aroused as you can be. Do you happen to have a vibrator?”

  Her lips fell open. Her blush deepened.

  “Yes.”

  He smiled and pointed toward the bedside table drawer, his eyebrows cocked in a query. Her nod seemed hesitant.

  “It’s not a crime, Sophie,” he murmured amusedly as he opened the drawer. “Believe it or not, I realize that women like to masturbate just as much as men.” He paused when he saw the shape of what was obviously a dildo wrapped in a soft, dark blue cloth at the back of the drawer. He lifted the realistically shaped rubber phallus and whisked it out of the cloth bag.

  His grin widened as he met Sophie’s wide-eyed stare. “You like them big, huh, Sophie?”

  She shut her eyes in embarrassment.

  “It’s not exactly the sort of thing I was asking about. Don’t you have a nice little clit vibrator?” he asked, eyeing the monster cock he held standing up in his palm. The dildo was as large as his cock, and it certainly wouldn’t help him prepare Sophie’s ass for penetration.

  “I don’t have anything else,” Sophie murmured, her eyes still closed. “It is a vibrator, though.”

  He glanced over at her, but she refused to meet his gaze. He reached inside the drawer for the vibrator controller and set both it and the rubber cock on the table.

  She opened her eyes when he straddled her waist on the bed and leaned down to kiss a hot cheek.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered hoarsely as he peppered her cheeks and jaw with kisses. He hovered above her mouth and spoke quietly. “It’s exciting to think of it—sweet, innocent Sophie Gable choosing one sex toy for her personal pleasure, and instead of getting a compact little clit vibrator, she gets herself a nice, big cock.”

  He kissed her mouth, sending his tongue between her lips to tease himself with her singular flavor. His cock throbbed on her warm, smooth belly. He didn’t say it out loud, but it also gratified him that she’d purchased a cock that wasn’t dissimilar in size and shape to his own penis, and she hadn’t even known him then. He liked knowing that she had a preference for something he possessed. “Sweet Sophie,” he murmured as he plucked at her lips. “You please me so much. How many more secrets do you carry behind those beautiful eyes?”

  She said nothing when he lifted his head, but like him, she panted softly.

  “I’m so going to enjoy using that cock on you,” he said.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Sophie’s eyes went wide when she registered the gentle warning in Thomas’s tone.

  I’m so going to enjoy using that cock on you.

  It was embarrassing revealing something as personal as her chosen method of masturbation to him—especially when the vibrating dildo was so large—but it was exciting, as well. What was he planning on doing to her while she was tied up to the bed, helpless and panting with desire?

  Well, not helpless, precisely, Sophie reminded herself as she pulled slightly on the knots that bound her and felt the give to the material. She could escape if she wanted to, and Thomas had told her all she had to do was say the word, and he’d release her.

  Not that she wanted him to stop, Sophie thought as she watched him sit up. He still straddled her naked bo
dy. His cock throbbed on her stomach, the cock head lying between her ribs. It excited her, as usual, the shape of him, the weight. She followed his movements as he leaned over to grab the little bottle, the vibrator, and the control mechanism. Desire twanged between her thighs as he turned on the vibrator and pushed a couple buttons, experimenting. She cried out softly in surprise when he placed the pulsating rubber cock tip next to the pulse on her neck.

  “How’s that setting?”

  Sophie swallowed, feeling the weight of the dildo on her throat.

  “It’s . . . fine,” she whispered.

  He suddenly transferred the fat rubber cock tip to her lower lip. Sophie just stared up at him. She felt his cock lurch next to her abdomen.

  “Your lips are very sensitive,” he murmured. “Are you sure you like that setting?”

  Sophie just nodded, speechless.

  He removed the vibrator and set it on the bed. He picked up the little bottle. Perhaps he saw the question in her eyes when he poured several drops into his palm.

  “It’s a massage oil as well as a lubricant,” he explained as he rubbed his right forefinger and the middle finger into the small amount he’d poured into his left palm. Sophie’s breath froze in her lungs when he reached toward a heaving breast. Very slowly . . . very sensually, he rubbed his fingertips over the nipple.

  She moaned and tried to shift her hips to get pressure on her pussy. She was trapped beneath Thomas’s weight, however. He continued to rub the jasmine-scented oil all over the tip of her breast until the nipple was pointed and hard. Then he transferred his attentions to the other crest.

  Sophie began to sweat when he picked up the dildo. He pressed the vibrating tip to a nipple.

  “Oh,” she cried out. The cock tip pulsed erotically next to her slippery nipple. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, but almost equally exciting was the image of Thomas holding the big cock on her breast and watching her face for a reaction.

  “Feel good?” he asked, his voice like a low, rough purr.

  Sophie wriggled beneath him, desperate to get friction on her spread pussy.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Why are you twisting around so much, then? Try to relax, Sophie. Don’t struggle against it.”

  She clamped her eyelids shut and willed herself to keep still as pleasure roared in her flesh.

  “That’s right. Just give into the feeling,” she heard him say. She bit her lip when she felt him touch her other nipple with the palm of his hand, spreading the massage oil. Then his fingertips were stimulating that crest as well, plucking at the responsive tip, making her nipple distend and sending spikes of pleasure down to her pussy.

  After torturing her nipples in this manner for several moments, the tension in her wet pussy mounted until it felt unbearable. The air-conditioned air seemed to have thickened around the juncture of her thighs. It felt as if it licked and teased her exposed tissues. It drove her mad.

  She pulled on her wrist restraints in rising desperation, her back arching up off the bed. She gritted her teeth and tried to shift her hips. Thomas paused when he heard her moan of frustration.

  “Shhhh,” he soothed. He shifted his weight down her body. Sophie’s groan only increased when she felt the thin stream of pre-cum he trailed along her skin as his cock slid down her abdomen.

  “I’m sorry,” Thomas said. “I’m not trying to taunt you, Sophie. I just want to make you feel good.”

  “It does feel good,” she told him in a choked voice. “It feels too good.”

  She opened her eyelids in time to see his small smile. Her eyes remained glued to it as he lowered the dildo and pressed it to her ribs. She shivered at the sensual vibration.

  “Look at your nipples.”

  Sophie glanced down. She’d never seen her nipples more dark or distended. She tried to shift her hips again, aroused by the vision of Thomas tickling her ribs with a big cock, but this time Thomas’s weight held her firmly down onto the mattress.

  “Thomas . . . please.”

  “I know what you want, Sophie. And I’m going to give it to you.”

  All of her muscles clenched tight again at the sensual threat she heard in his voice.

  Her breath was coming fast and choppy by the time he rolled off her. He lay on his side and propped himself up on one elbow, his head at about her waist level. Sophie gasped when he transferred the cock tip of the vibrator to her inner thigh, just inches away from her spread pussy.

  “Sophie?”

  “Yes?” she asked, hyperaware of him moving the cock head around on her thigh, enlivening her flesh until Sophie felt like not just the patch of skin beneath the dildo, but her whole body vibrated with sexual energy. Her clit throbbed, needy for stimulation.

  “Do you use this thing like this? Do you put it on your nipples? Or on your belly?”

  She moaned when he moved the dildo a hair’s-breadth closer to her pussy. She could tell by the way the cool air felt on her sensitive tissues that she was dripping wet.

  “No . . . not really.”

  “How do you use it?” Thomas asked. He kept his face averted while he spoke. She sensed his eyes on the dildo pulsing between her spread thighs.

  “I ... I just ...”

  “Yes?” he prompted when she faded off as he moved the cock tip closer to her slit. When she didn’t speak right away as lust pounded through her veins, he leaned over her pussy and shifted his hand.

  “Oh, God,” Sophie groaned when he pushed the head of the vibrating dildo into her slit.

  “No lubrication required here,” she heard him say under his breath. He sounded pleased. “Is this what you do, Sophie? Answer me, or I’ll stop. Do you like to put it in your pussy? Tease yourself a little before you slide it all the way in you?”

  “Yes,” Sophie replied breathlessly as she shifted her hips against the dildo. She’s always loved how similar it felt to a man’s cock . . . not that she’d ever known a man’s cock that compared to the sex toy until she’d met Thomas. Now she knew exactly how it differed from the real thing. It wasn’t warm like Thomas; the protruding veins didn’t throb with hot, surging blood; when Thomas had pressed it against her lips, the outer covering wasn’t as soft as silk; it didn’t smell like musk and semen and unbridled man.

  She raised her hips as far off the bed as her restraints would allow and tried to get her slit down farther on the penetrating dildo.

  Once again, Thomas made a hushing sound. She cried out in thwarted longing when he removed the cockhead from her vagina. He placed the heavy phallus on her labia. Sophie went entirely still in anticipation. The tiny vibrations resonated through the fleshy sex lips, humming her clit.

  “Do you put this cock on your little clit, Sophie?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Do you make yourself come that way?” he asked, his face still averted. She could feel his warm breath on her lower belly.

  “Yes,” she got out through a tight throat.

  He shifted his hand and the cockhead burrowed between her labia. She cried out in triumph at the sensation of the vibrator directly on her clit. She’d felt it dozens of times before while masturbating, but it somehow felt more powerful at that moment, like a blast of concentrated pleasure. It must be Thomas’s patient awakening of her flesh that caused it, or maybe it was just the fact that he held the vibrator and controlled her pleasure instead of herself.

  Her cries became high-pitched and ragged as she neared climax. Her clit sizzled in pleasure. Every nerve in her body screamed for release; every muscle had grown tight as a drawn bowstring. She strained for orgasm. She could taste it, it hovered so close.

  Suddenly he withdrew the vibrator. Sophie shouted when he inserted it into her slit.

  “Take it, Sophie,” he growled as he pushed. He leaned farther over her, watching as the big cock penetrated her pussy. “That’s right, take it all.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Sophie whined and twisted in her restraints as
he slid the dildo into her and it vibrated her all the way to her core. He finally stopped when the fat, rubber balls pressed to her cunt.

  “Hold still,” he ordered, his sharp demand cutting through her agonized pleasure. He began to plunge the dildo in and out of her slit. “Is this what you do with this cock, Sophie? Do you fuck yourself with it? Give it to yourself good and hard when you’re all alone in this bed? Sophie?”

  His voice penetrated her increasingly frantic excitement. “I . . . I ...” but she couldn’t finish a coherent sentence with Thomas plunging the big, throbbing dildo in and out of her.

  “Answer me.”

  His voice struck her like a lash.

  “Yes,” she squealed as her head thrashed on the pillow and orgasm loomed, promising release from this unbearable tension.

  “Good girl,” she heard him say through the roar of blood surging in her ears. He lowered his head and burrowed his tongue between her labia. He lashed at her burning clit while he continued to fuck her with the humming dildo.

  Sophie felt as if he’d dropped a match on dynamite.

  She screamed as orgasm blasted through her flesh.

  The sensation of Thomas’s whiskers brushing against her chin and lips filtered into a brain that felt as if it quivered in her skull from the impact of her orgasm.

  “Kiss me.”

  Sophie parted her lips to receive his pillaging tongue. Thankfully his attack, though potent, was short-lived because Sophie couldn’t catch her breath. He fucked her mouth with his tongue and Sophie’s awareness hazed with his singular flavor.

  She whimpered into his mouth when her lungs burned for air.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered gruffly as he released her from his kiss and bit at her lower lip while she gasped for breath. “I just . . . needed to surround myself in you.”

  “It’s okay,” she panted. “It felt so good. Thank you.”

  She saw his nostrils flare as he stared down at her.

  “I’m gonna make you feel even better, Sophie. And I’m going to make you squirm a little, too . . . but I guarantee you it’ll only make you burn brighter in the end.”