Page 72 of Whiskey Wednesdays
I was suddenly wide awake. He leaned over me and ran his thigh between my legs, rubbing my core and sending sparks skittering through me. I opened my thighs wider to give him better access, then turned my head and bit down on his forearm.
He groaned low and whispered, “Have you ever been tied up, Bella?”
He trailed licks and bites down my chest to my nipples.
“No,” I whispered hoarsely. “But I saw the rope and vibrator in your drawer.”
“Yeah? What else did you see that interests you?”
“Nothing, because I slammed it shut when I realized what was in there. I was looking for a t-shirt.”
Grinning, he ran his hand up my sides, then grabbed my wrists and raised them over my head. “Snoop away. When I get the chance, I plan to go through your drawers too.”
My face flushed and mortification rolled through me. “What? No!”
He grinned, then rolled his hips and ran his cock across my wet core. “What’s in there that has you so worried, sweet girl?”
“None of your business, big man.”
He laughed and tightened his hold on my wrists. “How about a friendly little game? You like games, right? You let me tie you up with that red rope, and I get to use the vibrating bullet on your pretty pink pussy. If you’re not begging me to let you come in eight minutes, then I won’t go through your nightstand.”
I smiled, feeling supremely confident. I loved games, and I loved to win. “And if I do beg you? What happens? Just in case.”
“Then you tell me exactly what’s in your nightstand or personal toybox, and you let me use them on you.”
“What? That’s a shitty deal,” I laughed and bucked my hips. When I felt his hard cock press against my cleft, I groaned and ground myself along his length, forgetting our conversation.
Rubbing his shaft even harder against me, he leaned in and bit my lip. “I’ll make it good for you, even if you lose. Say yes.”
My eyelids drooped and I arched into him. “Yes.”
Less than two minutes later, I found myself tied spreadeagle across his bed with the little vibrator pressed tight against my clit. I tried to squirm and wiggle away, but he unerringly followed me. And then he shoved two thick fingers inside me, and started to pull back and take the vibrator off my clit when he felt me tense up.Mother fucking son of a whore.
He tsked me. “You have a dirty mouth. I’m going to have to wash it out––with my cum.”
Oops. I’d said it out loud. Four minutes later, when my head was thrashing and my juices were leaking all over his bed, he leaned in and sucked and bit my nipples. “Do you need to come?” His voice was muffled against my breast.
“Yes, goddamn it!”
“Then beg me, Bella. Tell me you want me to hold the vibrator to your clit while I fuck you hard with my cock. And I’ll finger your ass if that helps you get off.”
I froze, and my bottom clenched. “It would?”
He grinned and shrugged. “It might. We’ll have to try it sometime and see. But for now, beg me to make you come.” He put the vibrator on me for a few seconds, then pulled it off again when I thrust my hips. My head arched back, and I wailed in need. My insides ached and my legs shook.
“All right, I’m begging! I need to come.” The last few words sounded almost like a moan.
I thought he’d gloat or laugh at winning our bet. Instead he smiled softly and climbed up my body. “You’re fucking beautiful, tied across my bed, begging me to let you orgasm.” He rubbed his length through the copious wetness between my thighs, then he angled into me and slammed inside. I arched up and tried to push my hips into him. I wanted it hard. I wanted him to hammer inside me and make me take every long, thick inch of him.
“Aw, God yes! Please, I need it hard.”
By his fifth stroke, I cried out and came all over his cock. He didn’t have to use the vibrator, his mouth, or even his finger at my ass. My orgasm smashed through me, and my insides clamped down so tight, I saw flashes of light behind my eyelids.
He leaned over and covered my mouth with his, taking in my loud cries. When I finally quieted down, he slid his palm around my throat.
“You orgasmed so hard, you almost broke my cock. You like being tied up, don’t you?”
I realized he was right. My hands fisted, and lust swam through my veins. He’d tied me up, teased me, and made me come harder than I ever had. He leaned down and bit my nipple, then pulled and tugged on the other one. I arched up involuntarily, and my eyes lost focus. My breasts and nipples had always been sensitive, and I loved the feel of his mouth and hands on them.
