Vanilla Twist: A Walk on the Wild Side Novel (Heather and Tony, Book 2)
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“Uh… okay. What is an appropriate response from me? I think I need to kick this guy’s ass.”
One hot hand trails up my calf, to my thigh, lingering near the top, mere inches from my shaft and balls. “And I appreciate that you would. But I needed to handle this on my own.” Her fingertips trail lightly across my erect flesh. “Owning my fear and doing something about it felt… incredibly… Empowering.” She smiles at me, her expression full of heat and longing. “Which was a very sexy feeling.”
“I can tell you something else that feels incredible right now.”
She chuckles, a low throaty sound that pushes all my buttons. “I just bet you could, big boy.” She trails her fingers down my length, and then away, leaving me straining toward her hand for more.
She approaches the head of the bed, that earlier mischief glowing bright. The last scarf drapes loosely from her left hand. “So how ‘bout it?” Heather motions to my last free limb. “Are you comfortable with where I want to take this?”
I nod and settle back on the pillows, freely offering her my wrist. “I’m ready for anything you want, darling. As long as you’re okay with the work issue.”
The silk tightens on my wrist and then my arm stretches out while she secures me. “I’m more than okay.” She smacks my bicep lightly. “I am fired up, cowboy.”
A low groan escapes me. “You would have to say that. Now I’m picturing those chaps you mentioned the other day.”
“We don’t have any,” she says as she pulls her blouse off. “But we’ll have to get some… soon.”
I track her every movement, becoming more aroused with each inch of flesh revealed. My cock pulses slowly in place, bobbing to the beat of my pulse. “Damn, Heather. You are unbelievably hot.”
She winks at me and finishes undressing, shucking her remaining work clothes into a heap on the floor. “And you would know.”
My dark-haired temptress crawls onto the large bed, her long tresses spilling over one pale shoulder to curl on top of her right breast. Her nipples stand at attention, hard and begging to be licked. I moisten my lips in anticipation, hoping she’ll come close enough for me to taste.
“I’ve been dreaming about tying you up, Tony.”
“Oh, really? That little taste Saturday night with one of my silk ties was fantastic.”
“I know.” She scoots close and lies next to me, molding her body to mine. “That’s why I couldn’t get it out of my head.” She leans forward and takes one of my nipples between her lips, sucking hard. The tight skin puckers further under her attention, jolts of pleasure radiating through my chest.
After a few languid pulls, she releases my skin. “I’m so excited I’m not sure I can wait and do all the things I’ve been dreaming of.”
“Like what?”
She slides on top of me, her small breasts pressed to my stomach, her legs straddling my thighs. “I want to ride your face again like I did on the chaise.” My cock nudges under her ribs, my hips lifting of their own accord. “I want to spread your thighs and suck your balls ’til you beg me for more.” Her hands brace along my sides, and she rises, a seductive smile on her face. “I want to tease your nipples and have you suck mine, too.”
I tug on the scarves, desiring to pull her close and kiss her hard. “You can do all those things. And more. I can’t stop you.”
“Can’t or won’t? You know I’ll untie those scarves the moment you ask.”
“I know. And that’s why I won’t ask.” I stare into her eyes, all the love I’m feeling for her to see. “There’s no need to. I trust you. You won’t hurt me.” I thrust with my hips once more. “Maybe give me blue balls.”
Heather laughs, then leans down to gently nip my skin. “Is it really blue balls if you eventually get to come?”
I try to shrug, realize I can’t while tied up and say, “Dunno. They’re my balls. I can call them blue from extended teasing if I want.”
She shifts her weight to one arm, and moves her other hand to cup my balls gently, kneading them slowly in her hand. “Whatever you say. All I know is—I’ve got you right where I want you.”
She stops the kneading and changes to stroking and pulling my sack, gently tugging it from my body.
I clear my throat, suddenly unable to speak clearly. “Oh? And where is that?”
Her dark brown eyes stare into mine. “Right here. In my bed. In my heart.” Without another word she leans down and takes my head into her mouth.
Moist heat engulfs the tight skin as a moan rips from my lips. “Oh, Jesus. There’s no way I’m going to last.”
She slides half way down my shaft and withdraws, leaving me bereft and wishing I’d shut up.
“We can’t have that, can we?” She looks up and smiles, her glossy lips stretched wide. “Looks like I’ll have to move right to the main event.”
I struggle to dig my heels into the mattress so I can push up a bit, but to no avail. I’m not budging thanks to the scarves. “Uh-huh. That might be good.”
“What’s the matter, Tony?” She teases as she pumps my length. “Afraid you may shoot early?”
I close my eyes against the sensations. “Not if I can help it.”
Heather rises again, this time straddling my hips and facing away, giving me an incredible view of her tight little ass. She props one foot on the mattress and the other leg stays bent, her knee planted on the covers. Her long hair cascades down her back, and I fist my hands to control the desire to reach out and grab the silky tresses.
She reaches lower, wraps a hand around me, then positions my head at her entrance. She looks over her shoulder, desire clear on her face. “Have you ever heard of a reverse cowgirl?”
My brain must be firing slower than hers. Is she talking sex positions? I’ve never bothered to see if they had names. Now I wish I had. “Uh… what?”
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she lowers herself slowly onto me. Each inch disappearing little by little, her ass wiggling in tight circles, working me into her heat.
Once I’m seated fully between her thighs she lowers her other knee to the bed, nestling me deeper than I’d thought possible. Her bottom moves, tickling the fine hairs on my lower abdomen. Each subtle brush of flesh emphasizes the tight hold her sheath has on my cock.
“Fucking hell,” I gasp out. “That feels incredible.”
Just when I think it can’t possibly get any better… she rises and rocks down, like she’s riding a trotting horse. I tense against the scarves, tightening my biceps, wishing I could wrap my arms around her and thrust up harder and faster.
It’s pure torture to lie back and let her take her fill, while every tense inch of me feels driven to rush forward and claim more. To pound hard and speed toward the finish.
Thankfully, my legs are secured near the middle of the bed, so she can bracket my thighs. Smart girl, she must have thought this one out. If I were to widen them so I had enough material to plant my feet, she’d no longer be able to take me like she wants—and we wouldn’t want that.
The soft whir of the vibrator sounds and I tense. Where does she plan on sticking that thing? I relax, realizing she can’t reach any opening on me or herself in her current position, except for her tiny little clit that likes to play hide and seek.
In a moment, I feel the added stimulation where our bodies meet. It’s muted since the vibrations are focused on her flesh and not mine.
“Oh yeah… that’s it,” she says while touching herself. “Gonna ride you hard.”
Considering her mild pulsations back and forth are far from a seriously hard fucking, I can only assume she means figuratively. No sooner does the thought leave my mind and she rises up to place both feet on the mattress, drawing up several inches and then pushing down on my shaft, slamming herself down at the end.
The soft buzzing continues, enticing me to speak. “Are you using that on your clit, Heather?” Before she responds I rush on. “Damn, I bet that’s hot. Your sweet little ass is bouncing on my lap… drivin
g me insane.” My thighs tighten as sensations wash over me. “I can’t take much more.”
I test the restraints again, drawing my legs closed as much as possible and thrusting upward to meet her hot, clasping pussy.
Heather leans back, twisting slightly to rest a hand on my chest for leverage while her other one appears locked to her mound. Her legs shake from the strain and I wish my hands were free so I could grip under her thighs and support her.
The tremors slowly work their way through her whole body, until she’s one big writhing bundle of pleasure, squirming and pumping up and down as best she can.
Her muscles inside clamp down on me, tiny waves of pressure flexing and releasing deep inside. Loud moans and groans spill from both of us as we race toward completion.
The steady rhythm she established earlier has broken down to frantic coupling. My awkward thrusts upward, me reaching for more contact and a strong need to drive to completion, wars with her circling hips and pistoning body.
The silk knots tighten, cutting off circulation in my hands, but I don’t care. All I want is to shoot hard and long inside her. I fist the material in my palm and pull, tense on the edge of my release.
A powerful shout rips from me as my orgasm rushes out. Heather bucks wildly on top, her body convulsing around my cock deep inside her. On and on she comes, milking every drop of strength and come from me in the process.
Gradually, she stills. Her breath bellowing in and out loudly, sweat gleaming on her slender back. She’s simply breathtaking in her passion.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “That was powerful.”
She drops the vibrator and leans forward to untie my ankles.
I lie back on the pillows and stare at the ceiling. “You aren’t kidding.”
I feel her moving on the bed, slow and clumsy. “Oh my God, Tony. Your hands! Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Huh?” I remember the slight pain. “It was worth it.”
She’s frantic, trying to untie them, finally running to the kitchen for scissors to cut the fabric.
Very soon, feeling rushes back into them, tingling and biting. I lock in the exclamations dying to burst forth so she doesn’t get nervous. Gently she massages my wrists, pulling my arms close to her torso as she rubs.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” she says. “I had no idea those knots would tighten.”
I sigh, perfectly content and uncaring about the knots or the pain. “It’s all right. I’m fine.”
“Next time, we’ll use cuffs.”
I raise an eyebrow and glance at her. “Cuffs?”
She leans in and kisses me. “Not to worry. Not cop handcuffs. I saw these Velcro ones with attachable straps on the website where I got the cock ring and vibrator.” She smiles, completely satiated but with a glimmer of more to come. “Bedroom gear. Totally safe. I swear.”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my chest. “Whatever you want. It’s yours.”
Chapter Nineteen
Heather
Anything? My mind settles on his last words while love swells inside me. All I want is his heart. Can a girl ask for that? I’m betting it’s one of those things you have to wait for. Like Godiva chocolate. It’s better when it’s given to you as a gift.
I snuggle near the skin between his shoulder and neck, content to breathe in the scent of him. Holy crap that was intense. I tied him up and rode him hard, like I was breaking a stallion.
In a way, isn’t that what you’re doing? Breaking a wild stallion to the comfort of one mare.
Unsure if that analogy will appeal to a man or insult him, I wisely keep the post-coital babble to myself. I want this moment to last forever. The moment when my heart opened and poured onto my bed. Kind of fitting since this is also where it was broken last.
My stomach growls, pulling me from inner musings that might lead down a darker path.
“Hungry?” Tony asks, his voice a little hoarse, probably from shouting so loudly when he came.
I grin against his skin and kiss him. “For you.”
A light smack on my ass startles me, a yip of surprise slipping out. “You trying to kill me, woman?” He laughs. “I need sustenance if I’m expected to perform like that again anytime soon.”
I run a hand down his muscled chest and pat his stomach lightly. “Well then, we need to get you some food.”
He playfully rolls me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Wasn’t it your stomach growling?” He leans down and kisses each of my nipples, licking one lightly before moving to the next. “I could feast on you all night.” His lips move higher, trailing up my neck as he settles his weight over me. “But this time, I get to tie you up.”
My stomach growls again. “If you feed me, I’ll do anything you want.”
He wiggles his eyebrows and releases my wrists, shoving a hand under my hip to palm one ass cheek. “Anything?” His hips snuggle up to mine. “Because there’s something I’ve been interested in trying to this luscious ass of yours.”
I grin, happiness coursing through every cell in my body despite his naughty innuendo. “Maybe someday.”
Tony shifts to the side so I can get up. “Okay. I can wait for someday.”
Within an hour, a pepperoni and sausage pizza has been delivered and we’re curled up on the couch, under a pile of blankets. Tony had to answer the door for the delivery guy while I hid in the kitchen, as he refused to let me put on more than a pair of thong underwear.
I love this sexy playful side to him, so I willingly obliged. It felt weird walking around topless, even with the heat turned up, until I noticed Tony watching me. I felt so sexy and desirable from the dark look and naked longing on his face that my awkwardness went away quickly.
After two slices of pizza, and some welcome groping under the covers, Tony says, “Let me start with an apology.”
“What for?”
He raises one shoulder, and grabs another slice from the box on the coffee table. “For the obvious—putting us in this situation. Some way, somehow, the condom didn’t work. And now here we are, weeks later, with what could be a permanent reminder of my wild life to haunt us forever. I’m sorry to put you through this.”
I relax into the comfy couch, content despite the possibility of another woman’s baby hanging over us. “Apology accepted—although I’m not sure one was needed. What are you going to do? That’s the bigger issue.”
“I intend to support the child and be a good father. No matter what kind of backward crap the Catholic church might want of its parishioners, I will not marry Portia, even if my mom goes ballistic.”
“You’re Catholic? Not that it matters to me, but I hadn’t thought about how your family might react. Is that why your brother gave you such a hard time the other day?”
“Might have been part of it, but in all honesty, I haven’t been to church since before my dad died, and neither have my brothers. Don’t think we can be called Catholics anymore—I know I don’t consider myself one, but I can’t speak for Gino and Vinnie. My mom went all the time, even after he died—maybe the church and her supportive sisters helped her deal with everything. I dunno. It’s not like we talked about it a lot. But a part of me resents that the church may also have been what kept her by my deadbeat father’s side all those years, too.”
“I’m so sorry, Tony. This situation is going to get much harder for you before it gets easier.”
He leans across the couch and kisses me. “It is what it is. I can’t carry anger all the time regarding Portia. It’s not healthy.” He flops back onto the cushion, his face losing some of his previous good humor.
“Did you ever think that maybe your behavior with dating lots of women was to avoid becoming like your father? The same way you worked hard to prove you were better than him.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Well, if you didn’t fall in love and get married… then there was no risk of ever becoming like he was with your mom and your brothers.”
Tony
looks at me, the intensity in his gaze drilling deep. “Holy shit. I think you’re right. I never wanted to be like him, so I avoided serious relationships at all costs—even at my own expense.”
I squeeze his hand, thrilled he’s made the connection. It bodes well for us having a future together.
“And here I thought I had my shit together all these years. Boy, was I wrong. Rich playboy is actually afraid of falling in love and turning into his loser dad. Nice.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t you think you’re being hard on yourself? You’d be a great dad.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. Look at all you’ve done since I’ve met you. You figured out what really made you happy and earning buckets of money was no longer it. You quit the safe corporate job and did what you wanted. Not many of us can say that.”
“My top floor in Hoboken does have plenty of space…” Tony begins, sincerity in his eyes. “You know, for a baby room and stuff.”
My heart trips in my chest. I’m so impressed with this man. Handed a crappy circumstance and he’s come to terms with it. Wow. Even to the extent of making his bachelor pad welcome for a child.
If I was a man in his position, how would I have reacted? I’m not sure, but never the less, he’s doing the right thing, which is commendable.
At my silence his voice becomes agitated. “Is that going to be a problem? Will you end things between us if the baby does turn out to be mine? The way we were talking… I just assumed…”
How can I tell him he’s already captured my heart? That I’d stand by his side even through a public lynching? Unsure of the words to ease his mind, I reach out and grab his hand under the blanket. “It won’t be a problem, Tony. Not to worry. Let’s take things one step at a time.”
A deep sigh eases out of him. “For a moment there, I thought you’d go running for the hills.”