“This is important stuff,” he said incredulously. “You’ll be thanking me one day.”
I grinned wickedly as I ran my finger down his chest. “How about I thank you now?”
“Lie back on the bed,” Ellie demanded playfully.
Who was I to say no? I did as she said.
She started digging around in that giant bag she called a purse before turning back to me. A pair of handcuffs dangled from her fingertips.
“Are those the same handcuffs…?” I trailed off as she bit her lip and nodded, excitement in her eyes and a flush on her cheeks.
Fuck yes.
“You’re gonna let me tie you up?” I breathed out, my dick already standing at full attention.
While the handcuffs had been part of an innocent game when we were kids, now they could be used for a completely different reason. The thought of Ellie spread out naked on my bed as I had free rein over her body had me shedding my clothes faster than I ever had before.
She laughed as I kicked off my jeans and dropped them to the floor. “No. I’m going to tie you up.”
“What…?” My hands paused at the waistband of my boxers. For some reason, it never occurred to me that the roles would be reversed like that. But as I considered it, I had to admit the idea wasn’t completely unappealing. “Okay, but on one condition.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “What’s that?”
I grinned. “You’re next.”
“Fair enough,” she responded, and a naughty smile spread over her face as she walked toward me.
After ridding myself of my boxers, I put my hands by the headboard.
As Ellie hovered over me, getting the handcuffs on just right, I raised my head up to bite her breast through her shirt. She squealed and tried to shift away from me but my mouth followed. It wasn’t easy, but she managed to get my wrists bound while I continued to playfully nip at her.
She ended up laughing so hard she collapsed onto my face, her breast mashed up against my cheek.
I wasn’t complaining.
When she was satisfied with the fact that I was attached to the bed, she sat back on her heels and grinned, her eyes raking over me.
“It’s your turn to strip.” I nodded my head toward her fully-clothed body and her face fell.
Suddenly, she looked shy and insecure. She looked at the window where bright afternoon light came through my nearly transparent curtains.
“Do you have window blinds? Maybe it would set the mood better if it was dimmer in here…” Glancing everywhere but at me, she started to rub at the skin on her left thumb.
“What’s wrong? And don’t lie to me, Ellie,” I told her gently. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Her worried eyes swung back to me and she fidgeted for a second before responding. “This is the first time we’ve been together when the lights are on. You might not like what you see.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. I loved her body.
She sighed. “Having a baby changed me. You probably didn’t notice it in the dark, but I have scars. Stretch marks.” She motioned to her lower stomach and hips. “And I had to have a C-section with Ava. There’s a pretty ugly scar here.” Her hand landed on her lower abdomen over her jeans.
My first reaction was anger. Anger that she could ever think I wouldn’t like something about her, just because she didn’t think it was beautiful. But that feeling was quickly replaced with the love I felt for her—that was what she needed. What I needed to show her.
“Take off your clothes, Ellie,” I ordered softly. “Let me see you.”
“Okay.” She grimaced. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
First, she started by peeling off those rainbow-striped socks I loved so much. She wore them over her jeans, pulled almost up to her knees. For some reason, I found it sexy as hell. I started to imagine what it would be like if she left them on while I fucked her from behind.
But I was distracted from that thought because she slowly lifted her shirt over her head, then shoved her jeans down to her ankles. With a graceful kick of her foot, the denim was tossed to the side.
Then she took out the band holding her ponytail and shook out her hair.
Bra and panties came next until I was staring at the most magnificent body I’d ever seen. She was soft in the right places and firm in others. Ellie had a dancer’s body. I had no idea how she could ever think she was anything other than perfect.
“Turn around,” I said huskily.
She cocked an eyebrow and I could almost hear her calling me bossy in her head. Pivoting, she turned her back to me. The slope of her back gave way to the perfect flare of her hips. Her ass was round and supple. I knew what it felt like to squeeze the flesh in my hands. But that wasn’t what I was focusing on.
On the back of her right thigh, there was a heart-shaped birthmark, no bigger than a quarter. It was smooth, just like the rest of her olive-toned skin, only a few shades darker. If the lights had been on that first night, I would’ve known who she was right away. She used to hate that mark. Thought it made her weird.
I thought she was beautiful.
“Come here,” I said. Now that I was done with my ogling, I needed to feel her. “Straddle me.”
After climbing onto the bed, Ellie swung her leg over my hips and I hissed when her slick center rubbed over my throbbing dick. She started to reach over to the drawer to get a condom.
“Wait,” I told her. “Scoot up here.” I smirked and she looked unsure, but did as I said. “Higher. A little bit closer to my face.”
Wiggling, she moved her body up until her pussy was inches away from my mouth, then she looked down at me with heated eyes. She probably thought I was going to lick her, taste her, drive her wild—and I was getting to it. There was nothing I wanted more.
Well, almost nothing.
First, I did something else that had surprise written all over her face. I lifted my head and placed a light kiss over her scar. She sucked in a breath.
“How do you always do that?” she asked, and it came out sounding like an accusation.
“Do what?”
“You always say or do the right thing.”
I tried to shrug but it was hard with my hands chained up. “I’m just honest. I need you to know that I love every part of you, Ellie.” My mouth curled up at the corners. “Now get that pussy on my face.”
The first lick made me gasp. The second swipe had me gripping the headboard so hard my knuckles turned white. When he pushed his tongue inside me, I moaned. But when he latched onto my clit and sucked… That’s when I completely lost control.
This was my first experience with oral sex. And holy fuck.
As I rode Colton’s face, my hips bucked uncontrollably and unintelligible sounds fell from my mouth. He hadn’t shaved for a couple days and the rough stubble on his face rubbed against the inside of my thighs.
I looked down and found him watching me. At first, I’d been hesitant to be completely bared to him, but the desire and lust in his eyes—I could tell he liked what he saw. That kind of reaction just couldn’t be faked.
His lips left my clit and his hands strained against the handcuffs as he tried to reach for my body.
“I wish I could touch you,” he murmured, eyeing my breasts. “Touch yourself.”
Letting go of the death grip I had on the headboard, I brought my hands up to my nipples and pinched.
I ran my thumbs back and forth over the stiff peaks. “Like this?”
“Fuck yes,” Colton rasped before latching back onto me.
Throwing my head back, I let out a long, low moan as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my most sensitive spot.
“Keep doing that,” I panted.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said against my pussy, his words muffled.
Knowing how much he enjoyed this had my body speeding toward orgasm in record time. He started sucking on my clit in a pulsating rhythm, and my mouth fell open as I felt it buildi
ng. Fluttering. Tightening.
When the tension finally snapped, I couldn’t contain the scream that left my throat. Colton’s hands strained against the handcuffs as he tried to reach for me again. He let out a sexy growl of frustration and the vibrations from his mouth spurred on the intense orgasm.
As the clenching of my walls subsided, the motions of my hips slowed.
“Oh, my God, Colton,” I breathed out when I finally found my voice again.
When I glanced down, he had a cocky grin on his face, showing off the crooked bottom teeth I loved so much.
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he teased, repeating the same words he’d said the first night I went home with him.
I laughed, feeling a little slap-happy from the endorphins flowing through my body.
“Probably better,” I said before wiggling back on the bed until my body was lined up with his. As my wet center slid over his cock, he hissed. I kissed him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth, and I tasted myself on his lips. I pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “Hi.”
He smiled. “Hi. Can you uncuff me now? I wanna touch you.”
“Nope,” I replied as I scooted further down his body.
When I reached my destination, I nuzzled my nose at the base of his rock-hard dick, loving his musky scent. I licked up his length, then wrapped my hand around him, stroking up and down a few times.
Taking his tip into my mouth, I went down as far as I could while applying suction. I wasn’t super experienced at blow jobs, but I knew the basics.
And judging from Colton’s reaction, I was doing it right.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he rasped. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last if you keep doing that…” His words turned into a groan as I started bobbing my head up and down.
With my other hand, I started to caress his sac and his balls drew up tight. Salty pre-cum leaked from his tip and I knew he was close.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his eyes slamming shut.
I removed him from my mouth and slowed the pumping motion of my hand.
“Wha—what—why are you stopping?” he mumbled.
Lifting an eyebrow, I sent him a naughty smirk and went back to teasing him, running my tongue over his slit.
“Oh, you think this is funny, do you?” he asked between ragged breaths. “Turnabout’s fair play, Ellie. Don’t forget that you’re next.”
His threats didn’t scare me. If anything, it made me want to see how far I could push him. I brought him to the brink two more times before finally giving him what he wanted.
“Shit… Ellie, please,” he begged. “Please… Fuck.”
As I sucked his dick into my mouth, I glanced up at him and we locked eyes. His hands were fisted, his breathing labored, and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. I didn’t let up this time as his legs started to tremble, and his cock hardened even more. Just as he let out a moan, jets of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it down.
Wiping at my face, I propped myself up on my elbows.
“That was fun.” I grinned at Colton, and he barked out a laugh.
“Unchain me, and I’ll return the favor.”
“Oh no…” Ellie said, still digging through her huge-as-hell bag.
“Oh no, what? What does that mean?” I asked, partially distracted by her naked body. The curve of her ass, the dip in her waist, the slope of her breasts…
“There’s a possibility I forgot the key at home.” She glanced over at me with remorse in her eyes.
My jaw fell open. “Uhh…” I stuttered while pulling on the handcuffs, realizing they were way too tight for me to slip my hands out.
“I’m so sorry,” she rushed out.
“Would you happen to known how to pick a lock?” I asked, grasping at straws.
Shaking her head, she went back to searching her purse. “I’ll check again. Maybe it’s in here somewhere…”
“Maybe it just got lost in that bottomless pit. What the hell do you even keep in there?”
She shot me a look.
I didn’t expect her to answer the question, but she started rattling off a list anyway. “My wallet, lip gloss, granola bars, antibacterial wipes, crackers, tampons…”
And that’s where she lost me.
Looking up at the wooden headboard, I tried to think of a way to dismantle it, but we would need tools for that—tools that were at the shop just a block away. But that meant Ellie would have to go there and ask my dad for the toolbox, and he’d be way too nosy about the reason why.
There was no way in hell I was letting my dad find out about this.
“… Band-Aids, nail clippers, and hair ties,” she finished, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was entertained by the fact that she was still talking about all the items in her purse, which made it sound like she was preparing for the apocalypse. “I’ll have to go to my house and get the key.”
After thinking about it for a few seconds, I realized that was probably the best option. “Okay.” I nodded and watched her throw on her jeans and one of my T-shirts, not even bothering to put on a bra.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She darted for the door.
“Wait!” I shouted and she turned back. “Can I get some boxers at least?”
A giggle burst free from her when she noticed the fact that I was lying there, completely naked, chained to a bed. She quickly grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer, but when she pulled them out, the orange pill bottle fell out with them.
The orange pill bottle I’d completely forgotten about.
“What’s this?” she asked, narrowing her eyes as she inspected the small container.
“It’s Viagra,” I stated, kind of wishing I could fall into a dark hole and never come out.
“Oh,” she said, looking just as awkward as I felt as she quickly put it back in the drawer.
Inwardly, I groaned. Could this moment be any more embarrassing?
Then I recalled what Ellie said about how she’d already seen me at my worst, and she was right. This was humiliating, but it wasn’t as bad as peeing my pants.
Plus, those pills were worthless with her around. I’d meant to throw them away but being with Ellie made me forget that I ever had a problem in the first place.
She started dragging the boxers up my legs, and I noticed she was avoiding eye contact.
“Ellie.” She looked up at me. “I’ve never taken them. I never needed to with you.”
A small smile appeared on her lips as she tugged my underwear all the way up. “I don’t want you to be ashamed,” she said, sitting on the bed next to me. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Honestly, I just got embarrassed because I thought you were embarrassed.”
“Well, I was a little embarrassed.” I laughed. “But then I remembered who you are. You’re my best friend, Ellie.”
Her eyes softened and she smiled at me. Her hand came up to my face and she lightly ran her thumb over my eyebrow. We stared at each other for a few seconds, seemingly lost in the moment before I rattled the metal binding my wrists.
“The key, Ellie,” I reminded her playfully.
“Oh! Right.” She shot up from the bed and started rushing toward the door. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Wait,” I blurted out again and she turned back. “Can I get a TV show?” I pointed to the flat screen on my dresser.
Fumbling with the remote, she turned the channel to the Funniest Home Video show I liked, then set the controller by my head even though I wouldn’t be able to reach it.
“Thanks. And I’m a little cold.” I pouted.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing as she pulled the covers up and tucked them under my armpits.
“Better?” she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, and I nodded. “I really am sorry about this.”
“I’ll forgive you for a kiss,” I told her, waggling my eyebrows. “A good one. With tongue.”
Ellie didn’t even hesitate, and the kiss went fr
om innocent to hot as fuck in about three seconds. I felt myself getting hard again.
“Damn,” I whispered against her lips. “You’d better hurry back. It’s your turn next.”
With a reluctant sigh, she left my side. I winked at her and she grabbed her purse before scurrying out of the bedroom.
“See you soon,” she called from somewhere down the hall.
Restlessly shifting my body, I tried to get comfortable because it would be at least 40 minutes until she came back.
The show on TV had an ‘epic fail’ segment for squirrels, most of which consisted of them trying to get food from a bird feeder. I laughed and tried to ignore the fact that my hands were going numb.
When I heard the front door open and close a few minutes later, I wondered if Ellie had found the key in her car or something. Then I heard Travis’s deep voice and Angel’s giggle.
Oh no. No no no.
They weren’t supposed to be back from the latest haul until tomorrow. Footsteps got closer and I knew they were headed this way. My door was wide open, so there was no way they would miss this mortifying scene.
Squirming, I tried to sit up, but all it did was make the blanket fall further down, fully exposing my body.
Shit.
Panicking, I yelled out, “Don’t come down the hallway!”
But it was too late. Angel stepped into view first, followed by a gasp and a squeal as her hands flew up to cover her eyes. Travis wasn’t far behind.
“What the fuck?” he asked, his eyes going wide as he stood next to Angel.
“You weren’t supposed to be home yet,” I grumped, as if that would adequately explain why I was naked and handcuffed to my bed.
“Angel was getting homesick so we decided to come back early. What the hell is going on?”
I sighed. There was no way to sugarcoat this.
“Ellie wanted to get a little kinky but forgot the key.” I rattled the handcuffs above my head. “She had to run home to get it.”
Travis doubled over, laughing so hard I thought he might pass out, and Angel started giggling, her hands still covering her eyes.
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