by M. S. Parker
My hand dipped beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, drawing his cock out, already hard and throbbing. The angle was awkward, but I didn't mind. All I cared about was getting him into my mouth. I'd wanted to feel him go in my mouth from the first time I'd seen his cock, and that had been another first for me. I hardly ever let a guy finish in my mouth, and then only reluctantly.
I leaned down and felt him stiffen as I breathed on the head of his cock. My tongue teased at its head, flicking across the tip. He moaned and my body throbbed in response. I felt his hand on my shoulder, a light weight that should have freaked me out, but surprisingly didn't. I lowered my head, wrapping my lips around the thick shaft.
His skin was soft, velvet beneath my tongue, and I began to work up and down his cock. I wasn't quite sure where we were in relation to his house, but I did know that this wasn't going to be a long, languorous blow job. I wanted to get him off quick, but still make it good.
I cupped his balls through his underwear as I dropped my head even lower, taking him further into my mouth. I heard him swear as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as I raised my head. His fingers brushed my hair and I froze for a moment, waiting to see if he'd put his hand on my head, take control.
“Nothing you don't want,” he repeated his previous statement, the strain evident in his voice. He didn't want me to stop, but I knew he wouldn't protest if I did.
I took a slow breath in through my nose and slowly slid back down his cock. This time, when it reached the back of my mouth, I didn't stop. I relaxed my throat and took him down to the base.
“Fuck!” Rylan practically shouted, his fingers curling around the bottom of my hair, but not high enough to freak me out.
I squeezed his balls as I swallowed, letting the muscles in my throat massage his cock. His grip on my hair tightened, sending pinpricks of pain down my scalp. I felt his hips jerking as he fought not to thrust into my mouth and I marveled at his self-control.
“Babe, I'm going to–”
I wanted to see him lose control. Wanted him to come apart beneath me.
I lightly scraped my teeth over him as I started to pull back. He cried out as he came suddenly, flavor bursting across my taste buds. I swallowed, milking out every last delicious drop before I let him slip from between my lips, his cock already starting to soften.
I started to push myself up when Rylan's hand fisted my hair, pulling me up and toward him. I didn't even have the time to start to react to the action before his mouth was on mine, his tongue thrusting between my lips. The hand that wasn't in my hair cupped my breast, squeezing it until I moaned.
My arousal spiked, hot and bright, but the car came to a stop before we went any further. We broke, my reluctance mirrored on his face. His hand slid around to the side of my neck and his thumb brushed across the front of my throat.
“I may want you to do that again.” His voice was rough.
“I enjoyed it too,” I said softly. When he didn't reply, I leaned forward and put my mouth against his ear. “My panties are soaked.”
His eyes closed. “Fuck, Jenna.”
“Later.” I leaned back, putting some distance between us. If I didn't, I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself. “First, food.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Leland Wiles definitely deserved the reputation Rylan said he had. I'd always thought that the food at expensive restaurants sounded and looked pretentious rather than delicious. Snails? Caviar? No thank you. Fortunately, Leland didn't make anything like that. Filet mignon, steamed vegetables and homemade bread may have seemed like something simple, but the way Leland made it took it to a whole new level. Then there was dessert. Various types of fruit with both a crème sauce and a chocolate sauce. Finger food at its most decadent, and I made sure to use them to my advantage. By the time Leland came into the dining room to ask how we'd liked our meal, the air between Rylan and I was thick with sexual tension. I was pretty sure that was why Leland made a quick exit.
As soon as we were alone, the heat in the room ratcheted up a notch and my heart skipped a beat. I could still feel him in my throat and I wanted him inside me. More than that, I wanted him to push me again, to test my boundaries.
“Before, I showed you my playroom, but we haven't yet... played there.” Rylan stood.
Even from where I was sitting, a few feet away, I could see his erection straining against the front of his pants. Most men, if they got off once and could get it back up again, took longer to come the second time. Based on past experience, Rylan hadn't had any issues with stamina, but I wondered how much longer he was going to last this time.
I shivered at the thought of him taking me again and again, making me scream...
“Are you cold?” Rylan looked concerned.
I shook my head and stood. “I want to play.”
He swallowed hard, and his face went blank. It was only because the rest of his body was telling me how much he wanted me that I knew why he was trying to hide what he was feeling. He didn't want his own desires to pressure me into doing something I didn't want to do.
I took a step toward him. “Do you want to play with me?”
“Dammit, Jenna,” he breathed. “You have no idea.”
“Then tell me,” I said. “Show me.” I reached out and took his hand, drawing it to me and placing it over my breast.
He kept his hand there, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened beneath my dress. “I want...”
He hesitated and I could see the conflict in his eyes.
“Tell me, Rylan,” I said. I put my hand on his cheek.
“I don't want to scare you away,” he said. He moved his hand to trace my jawline with the tip of his index finger. “Not now that I know how much you mean to me.”
My mouth went dry. Fuck. I promised myself that whatever he wanted, if there was any way I could do it, I would.
“Tell me.” My voice was hoarse.
“I want to... do things to your breasts.” He chose each word carefully, his eyes searching my face, I knew, for any sign of distaste.
“What do you want to do to them?” My heart was beating so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
“Mark them,” he said. The words came out faster now. “I want to lick and suck on your nipples until they're hard. Use my teeth and fingers on them, twisting and biting and pulling until they're sore.”
My pussy throbbed and my nipples were already hard.
“I want to put clamps on them.”
Shit.
I'd thought about that before, him using nipple clamps on me.
I took his hand. “I remember my safe words,” I said. “Let's play.”
His fingers tightened around mine and he led me out of the dining room, heading for the playroom and what I hoped would be a long and satisfying night.
“You haven't told me what you want,” Rylan broke the silence as he opened the door to his playroom.
I was confused. I thought I'd been pretty clear.
He turned toward me. “I want to know what you like.”
“I'll use my safe words if I don't like...”
“I don't want to know what you'll tolerate,” he said. He raised our joined hands and kissed the back of mine. “I want to know what you like.”
A rush of emotion went through me. “I like you.” I squeezed his hand.
He smiled but then his expression grew serious. “Jenna, I want to know what you want. I want to know what gives you the greatest pleasures.” His expression stayed serious as he bent his head and gently pressed his lips against mine. “I don't use some of the terminology from the BDSM lifestyle, not unless my partner is into it, but I know myself well enough to know that I'm what they'd classify as a Dom. When it comes to sex, I like being in control, being dominant.”
I still wasn't sure where he was going with this.
“But part of being a good Dom.” He kissed me again, this time a little harder. His teeth scraped across my bottom lip and I moaned. “Part of be
ing a good lover is wanting to give your partner as much pleasure as possible. I don't want to only do the things I want and hope you like them.”
I'd given men instructions before, about what to do and how to do it, but generally only while we were having sex. And it was always me telling them, never them asking. I wasn't sure how to have a conversation like that.
“Please, Jenna,” he said. “Tell me something you like.” His voice held that edge of authority that I responded to.
He'd shared his kinks with me, then let me put restrictions on what he could do. He made me come harder than anyone I'd ever been with and here he was wondering if I was merely tolerating the things he did.
“I like it a bit rough,” I admitted and tried not to blush. “All the things you said you wanted to do to my breasts, I want.” I looked up at him. “Everything you said.”
“Don't just say it–” he began.
“I'm not,” I said firmly. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, but didn't let it fall. “Do you want me to show you?”
“Show me,” he ordered. He shrugged out of his jacket as he crossed the room. He draped it over the X and then took a seat in a chair I hadn't noticed before. It was wide and plush, about halfway between a love seat and an armchair.
I let go of my dress and it dropped to the floor. I stepped out of it, then out of my shoes.
“On the bed,” he instructed.
I climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows so Rylan would be able to watch. When I was settled, I unclasped the single front hook and let my bra fall open. I'd seen desire in a lot of men's eyes, but it had never made me wet before.
“Show me what you like.”
I cupped my breasts, then pinched my nipples between my fingers. A jolt of pleasure went through me. I rolled the hardening flesh, pulling and tugging on them. Rylan's eyes darkened to near-black as the tips of my nipples became hard bullet points.
“I like teeth,” I said softly. I twisted my nipple and moaned. “I want your mouth on me.”
“What do you want my mouth to do?” He began unbuttoning his shirt.
I flicked my nipples. “Lick, suck, bite.” I slid one hand down my stomach toward my panties.
“No touching yourself,” he said as he stood. “We'll get there, but not yet.”
I resumed playing with my breasts, watching as he walked over to one of the dressers. He opened the top drawer, rummaged around for a moment, then pulled something out. He held them up as he turned. They were small and not the shining metal I'd pictured.
“We'll start with something simple.” He came toward me. “These are rubber. If you like them, we can work up to metal.”
He set the clamps next to me and took off his shirt. My pussy throbbed as I watched him undress. He had the most amazing body.
His cock was already mostly hard as he joined me on the bed, but he ignored it. His eyes were focused on my breasts. He settled himself into what I assumed was a more comfortable position and then lowered his head.
His lips latched onto my nipple and I moaned. He felt amazing. Wet heat and perfect suction, each pull of his mouth sending pleasure straight through me. His fingers began manipulating my other nipple, picking up where I'd left off. My back arched as his teeth scraped over my sensitive flesh. I wanted more.
When he switched to my other breast, his hand moved too, though not to my free breast. Instead, it made its way down my stomach and cupped my pussy over my panties.
He looked up at me. “You're wet.”
“Soaking,” I breathed.
Without taking his eyes off of me, he slid his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. I moaned as his fingers parted my folds and brushed over my clit. He grinned at me, then lowered his mouth. Even as he rubbed across the little bundle of nerves, he bit down on my breast.
“Fuck!” I cried out. I felt him hesitate and looked down at him. “Again, please.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His teeth and lips moved across my flesh, marking the paler part of my breasts and making my nipples throb. His fingers kept up their steady pressure and delicious friction before dropping down to slide a finger into my dripping pussy. As he added a second finger, he bit down on my nipple and I felt everything inside me explode.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I slammed my palms on the bed even as I ground down against his hand. Pain and pleasure coursed through me. Not the kind of pain that had made up my childhood, but the kind that I'd always craved, even more than I'd allowed myself to admit.
When I came down from my orgasm, I saw that he had already gotten out a condom and put it within arm's reach. He held up the clamps and I nodded. My breasts were already aching, but I wanted it.
He fastened the first one on and I gasped. If my nipples hadn't already been sensitized from his mouth, it would've just been a dull pressure at first. Instead, it was closer to a pinch, but not one that let up. He attached the other and then moved to the base of the bed.
I parted my legs without asking, then realized that I was still wearing my sheer black panties. Rylan didn't seem to mind as he stretched out between my legs. He didn't say a word as he pulled the crotch of my panties aside and pressed his mouth against me.
I swore as his tongue began to dance, twisting and licking up and down every inch of me. I writhed, every movement jarring the clamps and sending mixed pain and pleasure straight from my nipples to my core. Sometimes guys played with my breasts while they went down on me. More often, I did it myself, but either way, it was nothing compared to this.
“Shit!” I cursed again when his lips closed around my clit. He sucked on it even as he slid two fingers back inside me. I'd never had two orgasms so close together, but I could feel my second one building.
Then, he curled his fingers and pressed against a spot inside me that made everything go white. I dimly heard myself make a high pitched sound that I'd never made before, but all I could think about was the pleasure coursing through me.
I was still coming when I felt his cock pushing inside me. My eyelids fluttered as he stretched me. He wasn't going too fast, but he certainly wasn't going slow either. I looked up at him, our eyes locking. I could see what he wanted and I wanted it too. I nodded.
Rylan's hips snapped forward, driving the rest of him deep inside me.
“Fuck! Yes!”
He lifted my legs, placing my ankles on his shoulders. “If it's too much...”
“I'll say the words,” I promised. “Please, just fuck me.”
He leaned forward slightly, changing the angle of penetration and moving him even deeper. I gasped. The sound turned into a wail as he drew back, then slammed into me again. He didn't hesitate, trusting me to keep my word. He pounded into me, each thrust making my breasts shake and the clamps tug at my now-numb nipples. He was so hard inside me I thought for sure he would need to come soon, but his pace was steady, and he showed no signs of slowing.
His hands slid over mine, his gaze telling me to trust him. He laced his fingers through mine, not restraining, not holding. It was a strangely intimate gesture in the midst of sex that was anything but gentle.
Not gentle, but fucking amazing.
My entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity coursing through my veins, across my nerves. Then I was exploding, erupting, coming so hard that I couldn't make a sound. Still, he didn't stop. Time lost all meaning. The entire world was only him moving in and out of me, the tip of him bumping against the end of me and making me see stars. My body shook, trembled, every muscle twitching and tensing. Even as my pussy squeezed his cock, he kept going.
And then his fingers tightened on mine and I knew he was finally close.
He released my hands and I knew what was coming next.
Without missing a stroke, he took hold of both of the clamps and pulled them off at the same time.
Blood rushed back into my nipples, bringing with it the pins and needles feeling of a limb gone to sleep. In a body part so sensitive, it was multipli
ed by a thousand and I grabbed his arms, my nails digging into his flesh.
My legs dropped to either side of him as he pulled me up against him, burying himself deep inside me. We came together, the orgasm that had been lingering inside me crashed into me with enough force to take my breath away. My nipples rubbed against his chest and I whimpered, but I still clung to him as I felt his cock pulsing inside me.
His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “I love you.”
I pressed my face against his chest, tears pricking at my eyes. I wanted so badly to say it back, but I couldn't. Not yet.
As if he could read my mind, he spoke again, “It's okay. I'll wait.”
His words only made me want to say it more. But he was right. When I said it, I wanted him to know it was the truth.
When, not if. When.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I stayed the night and we spent it in Rylan's bed. After a long, hot shower and some even hotter shower sex, of course. The sight of water cascading down his body, the feel of his skin sliding against mine, would be masturbatory fantasies for a long time. Then again, every encounter I'd had so far with Rylan was better than any fantasy I could cook up on my own.
Monday morning, he asked if I wanted to either drive one of his cars or have a driver take me in so we didn't arrive together. Then he proceeded to go down on me until I had to beg him to stop.
He drove, I rode, and we came to the agreement that we wouldn't advertise our relationship, but we weren't going to be crazy about covering it up either. Taking two separate vehicles seemed a bit extreme. Still, we made sure we didn't walk in close together. Professional distance. No touching. No lingering looks.
Well, maybe a couple when it came to the last one. As we went through the week, we were working enough that we didn't have time for dates, just late night calls, and that made it harder not to look at him through the day. Watching Emmaline fawn over him and trying to keep Christophe at bay didn't help matters much either.