Her breasts were hanging free, unsupported now, but the bra was still partly on. It was driving her nuts, but she forgot that soon enough as his hands came back up to cup her breasts, now stimulating her nipples until she was shifting in place, holding back moans. And then his touch was gone again, sliding down to her hips, pushing the pants down to her knees and leaving them. She lifted her leg to pull the pants off, but Chase made a negative sound in his chest.
"Leave it," he said.
Jamie blew out a sigh of exasperation that nearly turned into a moan of appreciation as he began to massage her buttocks through her panties. It wasn't an erotic touch, oddly, the way he kneaded the muscles there, but it still turned her on even as it relaxed her. Of course, she couldn't get much more turned on, she didn't think. Then he slid his palms under the silk to caress her bare skin, and she realized how wrong she was; she could get a lot more turned on. He traced the crease between her ass cheeks with one finger, and she found herself wanting to spread herself wide to allow him entrance. She didn't, though, and he didn't press in. She was almost disappointed.
He pressed his erection against her backside, leaning in with his mouth to her ear. "Soon, sweetness." He writhed his shaft into the crack, the zipper and button scraping against the silk. "Soon I'm going to be deep inside you...here."
"Soon, like now?"
Chase made a noncommittal sound. "Maybe, maybe not. You want me to?"
"Maybe." Jamie tried to sound blase, but couldn't quite manage it.
If she was being honest with herself, she did want it. A lot, actually. His two fingers had been intense enough, but if he managed to fit his entire huge cock into her? It would be...mind-blowing, she was sure. As long as it didn't hurt, and she knew for a fact he wouldn't do it if was going to hurt.
"You lie," Chase murmured in her ear. "You want it. You're a dirty girl. You want my cock in your ass."
Jamie hung her head and bit her lip to keep from responding. Chase abruptly shoved her panties down to her knees with her pants, and then carved a line up the outside of her thigh to rest at the apex of her hip.
Chase murmured in her ear, "Which way should I go? This way?" He slid his finger toward her core. "Or this way?" He ran his fingernail back toward her ass.
Jamie wanted him in both places, so she didn't answer. Not that she would've answered anyway. He took her lack of answer as freedom to do both. One hand curled forward to cup her mound, now pulsating with heat and dripping wet. His other hand clutched one ass cheek and then the other before digging his fingers in between her thighs and ass. Jamie wanted to widen her thighs so he could touch her more freely, but her pants around her knees wouldn't let her, and neither would her own determination.
He moved both hands simultaneously, slipping one long finger into her pussy and the fingers of the other hand deeper between her thighs from behind. Jamie allowed herself a long breath in and then out as he circled her clit. Then, abruptly, both hands were gone, and so was his presence behind her. She started to twist to try to locate him, but his voice at her left ear stopped her.
"Mmm-mmm. No moving," he admonished her.
Jamie clenched her jaw around her sarcastic comeback and waited. He took one of her hands in his, slid her bra strap off, then repeated it with the other side. He stepped away to hang the bra off the bathroom doorknob. Jamie watched him, then snapped her attention back to the wall when he returned to his place behind her. He knelt down behind her, kissing her spine on the way, then each buttock, then underneath each one. He wrapped his hands around the front of her thighs, stroked upward until his fingers brushed the line of her entrance. Jamie's breathing became more labored as he slid his hands down and then back up her legs, stopping again just at the apex of her thighs.
"Step out of the pants," Chase instructed.
Jamie obeyed, stepping on the cuff of one pant leg and tugging her foot out, then did the same on the other side. She was naked now, trembling with anticipation. She waited, and waited, but Chase did nothing, just knelt behind her with his hands on her thighs and his mouth pressed in a stilled kiss to the rounded outside of her ass.
Then he was gone. "Don't move," he ordered. "And don't look. Close your eyes."
Jamie closed her eyes, listening to a zipper of a bag zzzzhrip-ing open, then the sounds of clothing being rummaged through. She smelled him, felt his presence. Cloth touched her eyes, tied behind her head. She opened her eyes, but all was dark. He tugged her hands away from the wall and guided her to a different position, standing her in place and leaving her, then spinning her a few times so she was disoriented but not dizzy.
"What are you doing, Chase? What's going on?"
He didn't answer. She heard a soft footfall to one side and then the other; she smelled him as he passed by her, and then the scent was gone with the breeze of his passage. A finger trailed across her belly in one direction, a palm slid over her ass in the other. Lips pressed to hers briefly, gone as soon as she began to respond to the kiss. Fingers carved over her hips and into the wet folds of her core, stroking slowly and languorously, then were gone before she could begin to respond. His lips touched hers, tilted slightly sideways, and this time stayed until she opened her mouth, his tongue sliding in and tangling with hers, tracing her lips.
He was gone again, and then Jamie heard a zipper, cloth rustling and falling to the floor, and then she caught his scent and felt his presence in front of her.
"I'm right in front of you," he said. "Touch me."
She reached out, found hot flesh. She explored the area and found it to be his elbow. She followed his arm to his shoulder, his neck, devoured his bare torso with both hands then, over the toned bulk of his muscles, the cut and rippling perfection of his abs, down to his hips. He was naked, thank god. She felt the cool, hard, tautness of his ass, cupped it, clutched it, then reached around to grip his erection. She stroked him a few times, and then he pulled away.
"Come back," Jamie said, "I want to touch you more."
He ghosted back into her outstretched hands, and she caressed his body all over, pressed her face to his chest, kissing across it, touching his shoulder with her lips and running her tongue over the small bead of his nipple, tracing the grooves of his abdomen with her mouth, falling to her knees and laving the hollow of hip, finding the V-cut and worshipping it with her fingers and her tongue. She paused, turning her face up to him, as if to look at him through the blindfold. She could almost see him in her mind: absurdly, gloriously gorgeous face turned down to look at her, his brown eyes wide and dark and glinting with unrestrained desire, his broad, hard muscles rippling as he held himself still for her touch, tribal tattoos across his biceps and forearms. She kissed his thigh, then skated her palms over his taut ass, pulling him closer, closer, until she felt the heat and iron and silk of his cock against her lips. She kissed him, smiling at the gasping intake of his breath, then took him into her mouth and slowly lowered her head, taking him deeper and deeper, relaxing her throat and going deeper yet.
"Fuck, Jay, what are you doing?" His voice was thick and quavering. "Don't gag yourself! Jesus..."
He lost capacity for speech then as she backed away, sucking on his tip, and then downed his cock once more, deeper than before, until she felt his close-trimmed curls against her face. She backed away slightly, then bobbed her head until he hissed and pulled himself away.
She smiled up at him, licking her lips. Judging by the fraught silence stretching between them, Jamie knew she'd made her point. She stayed on her knees, waiting, hands on her thighs, face turned up to where she knew he was. She could feel his intense gaze on her.
Then she felt his hands on her arms gently lifting her up to her feet. His mouth touched hers, his tongue spearing through her lips in a demanding kiss. She melted instantly, moving to let him curl her into his embrace, but instead of his arms around her, she was swept up off her feet.
"Omigod, Chase! Put me down, you lunatic! You'll break your back!"
Chase just la
ughed and walked with her in his rock-solid arms--no hint of trembling or straining--and set her slowly onto the bed. He kissed her breastbone, then suckled her nipple until she gasped and moaned, switching to the other breast and doing the same, scraping the sensitive peak with his teeth until she whimpered. He moved down her body, kissing as he went, and when his mouth reached her mound, Jamie eagerly slid her legs apart, cupping his bald scalp and shamelessly pulling his mouth to her hot, wet sex. Chase chuckled at her eagerness, and the vibrations of his laughter had her lifting her hips to press herself into him. He teased her with his tongue, light butterfly-gentle flicks against her clit, followed by slow, fat licks of her entire opening, then a darting tongue tip into her channel. Then his fingers curled into her to stroke her G-spot, and his mouth worked her throbbing nub until she was bucking underneath him, moaning a nonstop sound of need as she drew closer to climax. She held onto his head for dear life, holding him tight against her.
"Oh, god, Chase! I'm gonna come right now!"
And then he was gone.
"Where are you going? Come back here!" She writhed on her back, reaching for him, growling in frustration. "You can't do that!"
She heard him moving around, and then her hand was enclosed by his hand, something cool and soft wrapped around her wrist. Her arm was drawn back and over her head, a pause and the sound of rustling, and then she felt his presence move around the bed to the other side. She reached for him, only to find her right hand stop abruptly, as if...
"Did you just tie me to the bed?"
"Maybe."
Her left hand was held in his unbreakably gentle grip, tied to the bed, and then he was gone once more.
"Chase Delany. You cannot tie me up and blindfold me and then just leave me here on the edge of orgasm. You'd damn well better come back here and finish what you started." She heard the tinge of desperation in her voice but couldn't quite manage to erase it.
Chase's voice came from across the room. "Oh, don't you worry, my love. I'll finish you off. When I'm ready."
"What are you doing way over there?"
"I'm looking at you. You're tied up and naked and at my mercy. I'm deciding what to do to you. You're so fucking sexy like that, all spread out for me...I could come right now, just looking at you."
Jamie spread her legs apart and writhed on the bed, an invitation. "You better not come. I want it. I want you. Give it to me."
Chase's voice was closer, now. "You want it? You want my come?"
"God, yes. All of it."
Closer yet. "Where?"
"Anywhere. Everywhere." His fingers grasped her ankle, and she sucked in a sharp breath; his palm ran up her thigh, and Jamie wantonly spread her legs apart for his touch. "There. Inside me."
His weight settled on the bed, and then she felt him climbing up her body to kneel over her. "What if I want it somewhere else?"
Jamie lifted her body, wanting his skin against hers, wanting pressure on her aching clit. "Anywhere. Just...finish it. I want you."
She felt something hot and soft and broad nudging her sex. Jamie moaned, arching her back to get him deeper. He matched her thrust to move away, and then replaced his tip at her entrance. "Be still. Don't move. Don't make a sound."
Jamie froze, clamping her lips together. He moved his cock in circles, rubbing her clit with his crown. Jamie's body wanted to writhe in circles with him, but she forced herself into stillness. He moved himself faster and faster, and then pulled away, leaving Jamie gasping, head craned back in desperation. She wanted to plead with him.
"Stop moving."
"I can't help it."
"Try. The more you move, the more you make those sexy little sounds, the longer it will take. I can't take those moans. I'm so close to coming, Jamie. If you keep making those noises, I'm done."
Jamie felt him nudge her throbbing clit, and she had to flex every muscle in her body to keep still, biting her tongue to keep quiet. He circled her hot, hard nub again, and she felt the pressure of impending climax building up. Without warning Chase drove himself into her, a fast, hard thrust, fully impaling his thick shaft inside her. Jamie shrieked in surprise and pleasure, and he pulled himself out.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jamie gasped. "I'll be quiet. Give it back, please."
He slowly entered her again, and Jamie wrapped her fists around the cords binding her--neckties, it felt like--and held them for leverage to keep still as he slid his pulsing shaft into her drenched slit. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, but she kept quiet, and he buried himself to the hilt, his hips bumping hers. He held there, and she heard his breathing, fast, ragged, as if he was barely staving off his own orgasm. Jamie flexed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could around him, clenching and releasing in a pulsating rhythm.
"Fuck, Jay. Fuck, that's incredible." His breath huffed hot on her throat. "Do it again."
Jamie clenched him tight again, flexing hard as long as she could, and then releasing with a gasp of exertion. Chase kissed her throat, then moved down to her breast and kissed the mounded flesh with soft, wet lips. Jamie struggled to contain her groan as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
She nearly screamed when he drew back and slammed in, then twice, a third time, and with each hard thrust Jamie fell closer to orgasm. He plunged deep a fourth time and then withdrew completely, and this time Jamie did mewl in irate frustration.
Chase's body slid down hers, and his mouth pressed to her sex. Jamie stifled a whimper as he licked and lapped and laved her aching clit in arrhythmic flicks, driving her mad with the need for pressure, need for rhythm.
She was desperate now, so close to climax, but held away from the edge by his endless teasing. She was drawing close now, and she struggled to hold absolutely still and remain completely silent, hoping if she could keep him from knowing how close she was he might send her over the edge. He settled into a rhythm finally, licking directly against her throbbing nub. She called on every shred of will she possessed, but as she neared climax, her traitorous body bucked beneath his skilled mouth, and the delicious wet pressure of his mouth was gone.
"Dammit!" She couldn't stop the cry of crazed need from escaping, either.
He laughed, a predatory rasp in his throat, sinuously gliding up the length of her body, the slick tip of his cock dragging up her leg to nudge against her entrance.
"Are you ready for me?" Chase asked, his voice an almost inaudible whisper in her ear.
"Yes!" She let all of her desperation into her voice, let herself abjectly plead with him. "Chase, please, please...no more. No more. Just...be with me. Come with me. Come inside me. Shit, come on me, if you want. Come on my tits, or my face or anywhere. Just let me go, let me touch you."
Chase's tongue flicked her earlobe, and then his mouth kissed her ear, her jaw just behind it. Jamie panted, thrusting her pussy against the tip nudging her slit. He kept away until she went still and then nibbled her neck, sucked her shoulder near her armpit hard enough that she'd have a mark later. She tugged on the ties binding her, wanting to feel his back move, feel his ass rippling, wanting to draw him in. She thrashed her head, trying to dislodge the blindfold. She curled her legs around his hips and jerked, but it was like trying to move a statue.
His breath returned to her ear. "I'd never degrade you that way, my love." His whispering voice was sweet and tender. "Never. Now, tell me where you want me to come."
She twisted her face to bite his earlobe. "Inside me. In my pussy. Now. Please. No more teasing. No more games."
He nudged in, a tiny movement that had only the very tip inside her, but it was enough to make her whimper.
"Like that?" he said, his voice a low rasp.
She could feel him trembling, holding back, straining for control.
"Yes...god, yes. Just like that. More. More." She fought for stillness. "I'm begging you, please, more."
Chase fluttered his hips, a series of slow, shallow movements that had Jamie flailing in paroxysms of de
light, moaning. He kept up the tiny thrusts, barely moving in before he was pulling back. Jamie wasn't about to complain since it was better than nothing, but she wanted, needed more. He'd brought her so close so many times now, had her rising up and up and closer and closer until she was nearly mad with raging pressure, pent-up climax. And these butterfly thrusts weren't going to get the job done.
"Chase...stop teasing me." Her voice was a broken whisper.
He laughed again, the same low gravelly rumble of leonine amusement. "Teasing? This isn't going to do it for you?" He thrusted even more shallowly, if possible, the tip barely moving between her labia.
"You bastard. You know it's not." Jamie jerked on the ties, but only succeeded in tightening them around her wrists.
Chase froze. "A bastard, am I?" He pulled out, barely stifling a hiss that told Jamie he was teasing himself as much as her.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, cupping it with his hand and flicking the nipple with his teeth. His other hand snaked between their bodies, a single finger racing around her clit. Jamie groaned and writhed in frustration, in pleasure, in confusion. What he was doing felt amazing, felt incredible, but she needed him. He didn't stop when she bucked beneath him to the tempo of his licking tongue and flicking fingers. He didn't stop when she began to arch off the bed, and he didn't stop when she began to let full-voiced cries escape.
"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," Jamie cried, finally cresting over the verge of climax.
At the very moment the wave broke over her, Chase plunged into her, hammering deep in a single thrust. She screamed in delirious ecstasy, curling her legs around his ass and clutching him with all the considerable strength in her legs. Wave after wave crashed through her, the pressure releasing in an inundating barrage powerful enough to leave her heaving sobbed breaths.
Chase didn't relent as she came, however. He drew back and pounded in, unleashing another scream from her, and then he did it again, and she couldn't scream, could only gasp for breath. He began a driving rhythm, and Jamie tried to keep up, tried to thrust back into him, but the blasting waves of climax weren't letting up, were only intensifying with every thrust of his cock. She had her fists wrapped around the ties tightly enough that she was sure her circulation was suffering.
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