He slid an arm around the back of my waist, encasing our bodies together. His hard length pushed into my hip. “Besides,” he whispered, bringing his lips to my ear, “Holly would haveneverhit Leo.”
A grin spread on my face. “You’re right,” I whispered back. “That was all Marly.”
His mouth came down hard onto mine, his tongue pushing past my lips and slicing into my mouth. This kiss was different than before. It was wild and frenzied with a low hum of agonizing tension. Like a wild animal having been released from its cage after years of captivity, that kiss resonated down my tingling body. My breasts grew heavy, my nipples tight against the soft, billowed silk and heat pooled between my legs. The flavor of him was raw, unbridled passion and the intensity of that single kiss left me panting and breathless as he pulled back.
I fumbled with his belt, struggling to undo the sleek black leather and silver buckle. It didn’t take long until I had him stripped down to his boxer briefs as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. A tanned chest peeked out from the shirt and contrasted beautifully against stark, white fabric.
I sank to my knees, my mouth burning a path of kisses down his chest and abs, his skin salty beneath my tongue. Delicious. When I was face to face with his bulge, my nose brushed the small line of springy hair leading down the middle of his belly and disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Curling my fingers into the elastic band, I tugged them down and his erection pushed free from the cotton. Hard and thick with veins straining against the velvety flesh. My mouth watered and I slid the vibrator ring onto my tongue, pressing the button on the side.
Brushing the vibrator gently along his shaft, I started at the base and licked up to the tip, circling his head slowly. He groaned, thick fingers diving into my hair and though the movement was commanding, he was gentle as he pulled my long hair off my shoulders and out of my face. “Marly,” he groaned, as I increased suction, taking him entirely into my mouth. My sex throbbed, the emptiness consuming all my thoughts. I needed to be filled with Jude; I needed relief from the agonizing emptiness.
The tip of his dick grazed the back of my throat, a little dab of cum rolling around my tongue. As I pulled him out of my mouth, I scraped my teeth along his length a bit harder than normal. He hissed as a smirk played on my lips. “For a man who likes to give pain, you’re kind of a pussy,” I teased.
I nibbled along the edge of his head, flicking my tongue at the soft, velvety underside before pumping him slowly with my fisted hand.
“Aaah,” Jude’s knees buckled with the sudden thrust and his grip on my hair tightened briefly before he released the hold once more. I ran the tip of my tongue along my lips and slid him into my mouth once more. I started slowly again, using my hand and mouth simultaneously, alternating between fast and hard to swirling, leisurely licks as though I were finishing an ice cream cone that was melting in the sun. Each time the vibrator came in contact with his head, Jude’s hips bucked and his hands squeezed whatever part of my body he happened to be grasping in the moment.
It was a weird sensation, the feeling of vibrating rubber against my tongue and teeth. But not altogether unpleasant. Jude’s groan was like an aphrodisiac and I scraped my nails down the sides of his thighs. After his hiss of approval, I slowly dragged them up the insides, cupping his balls and gently rolling them in my palm.
Why did this feel so damn good? In my past experiences, blow jobs were something you did when you wanted to get it in return or if you were too tired for actual sex. But here? With Jude? I was so turned on, I found myself wiggling back and forth on my knees to get a little friction between my legs while sucking him off. My moan vibrated right along with the tongue ring and with that, something in Jude snapped. His hands on my shoulders tightened with one final squeeze and he pulled me off of his erection.
His cock still pierced forward, veiny and thick. Did I do something wrong? And slowly, I lifted my eyes to his. He growled—actually growled—as he raked his gaze across my body, pausing briefly at my cleavage, still spilling out of the silk dress before landing back on my eyes. Then, pulling me to my feet, he grabbed the hem of my dress and yanked it off my body as I shimmied out of my panties.
“I need to taste you. Have you. Before I come,” he whispered, diving his nose into my hair and inhaling deeply as his hands skimmed my breasts, his fingers, rolling over my nipples. I parted my mouth, aching for his kiss, but he didn’t indulge me. Instead, he hovered over my parted lips, waiting, breathing, until I was clawing at the back of his neck, moaning incoherent pleas for him to kiss me.
When he finally slid his tongue along mine, the movement was soft and controlled—as if I expected anything less from him. The slick sensation of his tongue touching mine combined with the buzzing tongue ring jolted down my body and his mouth followed the delightful wave of ecstasy, kissing down my neck and sternum until his tongue rolled over each nipple.
I was in such a foggy state, writhing and lost in his mouth, that I didn’t even realize Jude was strapping me into the bed restraints. It wasn’t until I went to cup his face and my hand snapped against the leather, inches from the bed post.
Jude chuckled, pulling back and inspecting me with a contented sigh. Then, turning, he fastened my ankles into the bottom posts, spread eagle. Goose bumps raced down my flesh and across my stomach. I was open, exposed. And so turned on, my body felt like it was on fire.
There was enough slack in the restraints that I could move my arms and feet a few inches in either direction and I tugged on the ties to test it. Before I had barely moved, Jude had his lips on my ear. “For now, you have some leverage. If you test that and wriggle beneath me, I’ll pull these so taut that your knees won’t even be able to quiver.” His voice was nearly a whisper; deep, rough and filled with all kinds of sensual promises that made me feel like I was walking against the ocean current. With Jude, I never quite knew what I was getting. He kept me guessing constantly. And damn, was that exciting.
“Do I make myself clear?” he continued, awaiting my reply with an arched brow and curved grin.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, and the words came out strained, like my throat was packed with cotton.
“Good girl, Poppy,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to mine again. His tongue ravaged the inside of my mouth, exploring every little area and I moaned, aching to touch him. Aching to run my hands through his hair. With what little mobility I had, I gripped the headboard. His teeth grasped the base of my tongue and he slowly sucked the tongue ring from my mouth into his with a proud smile.
The buzzing was quiet. Barely audible and yet, everything in my body clenched with the soft hum.
I arched my back into his kisses as they lined a path down my neck and over my heavy breasts. His hand gripped the curve of my waist and he squeezed me before inching down between my legs. A soft breeze tickled my skin and I sighed as the coolness of it hit my heated, throbbing flesh.
A breath caught above me and Jude’s grasp on my thighs tightened. “Holy fuck,” he growled. “You are so gorgeous.” He groaned and the muscles in his jaw twitched.
I rolled my hips toward him, but his hands at the junction of thighs and pelvis held me firmly to the bed. As if I could go anywhere, even if I wanted to.
“I want you completely silent during this,” he said, his voice laced with need. “Not a peep.” He met my eyes from between my legs.
His tongue drew slowly up my length, settling on my clit in a slow, lingering lick. The rapid vibrations of the tongue ring contrasted his slow, skilled tongue and sent stars popping at the back of my eyes.
The feeling was far more intense than I could ever have imagined. And without the ability to move—to stop him—to give him the ol’ tap on the shoulder, ‘you can stop now’ motion, I felt powerless beneath his mouth. That must be the point. To give yourself over to the feeling entirely. To let your pleasure, your desire be completely in the hands of someone else—holy shit, was that liberating. My legs stiffened as Jude’s pace quickened; he moved from thrusting his tongue in and out of me to sucking on my clit.
I ground my hips into his face as my sex tightened around his final tongue thrust. Spasms went off inside of me, clenching and relaxing in an orgasm so intense, I didn’t even recognize my own voice calling out for Jude.
As he lifted to his elbows, a haughty grin stretched the length of his face. “Not exactly the silent type, are you?”
I moaned. My sex was swollen and hot. Limb by limb, Jude tightened the restraints until each arm and each leg was completely stretched out. I whimpered as he gave a final tug to the restraint.
