I hadn’t been kidding about the snacks: I took a long drink of water and fed some to Nick, fed us both some power bars.
Then I climbed on, turned around, and rode him reverse cowgirl style for numbers fourteen through twenty. Six, baby, count ‘emsixorgasms in reverse cowgirl. And Nick was a wild man by this point, snarling, grunting, thrusting up with his hips, trying to get more, and trying to do anything that would let him come.
Time to tease.
I’d purchased a flavored lube, for this exact purpose. I teased him with my mouth. Licked him, top to bottom. Mouthed him, bobbing only shallowly. Stroked him at the root, just above the cock ring, and sucked on the head. Got him so worked up I thought he might explode despite the cock ring.
But no, he couldn’t.
And he was crazy.
“How does that feel, sweetheart? Needing to come, wanting to come, but not being able to?”
He snarled at me, wordless.
“That’s what I thought.” I slid off him, biting his lip in passing. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I grabbed the third and last item off the floor underneath the chair: a little silver bullet vibrator with a remote. Turning it on, I touched it to Nick’s cock, tracing his length with it.
“Know what this is for, Nicky-baby?” I gestured with the vibrator as I straddled his stomach and sat on him. I squirted some lube onto my fingers and leaned over so I was resting my torso on his chest, my lips to his ear. Then I applied the lube to my asshole. “It’s going inside me. Remember that night I let you fuck me back there? That still counts as the hardest I’ve ever come, you know. I’m not planning on breakingthatparticular record, but I’m going to get close, I think.” I pressed the cold, buzzing vibrator to the lubed-up knot of muscle, exhaled and relaxed.
I whispered in Nick’s ear the whole while. “God, this feels good. It’d be better if it was you putting it in there, but…oh god, fuck, there it goes. Oh Jesus. Fuck!” Number twenty-one speared through me like lightning, before I was even ready. And then I turned up the power of the vibrator and slid Nick’s erect cock into me, and came again, and again, and again. So hard, so many times, coming on each down stroke, the vibrator going wild in my back door, Nick thick and hard inside me, his big beautiful body beneath me, his lips at my ear, his voice grunting, his beard tickling me, the sweat on his skin mingling with mine.
I’m pretty sure I passed thirty. I may have lost count, lost track of time, just laid collapsed forward on Nick, my tits crushed against his chest, kissing him wherever my lips touched, holding onto his neck and shoulders and arms, riding him like a charging stallion for all we were worth.
I was beginning to feel it, now. Not doubting, exactly, but feeling the toll. And Nick was a mess.
“Are you ready to come, Nick?” I gasped in his ear.
“Fuck…please. Yes, Layla.”
“Will you beg me?” I rode him slow, now. “I think I need to hear you beg.”
“Layla…” he murmured my name. “Please, Layla. Please, please,pleaselet me come. I need it, so bad. I’m begging you.” He whispered this in my ear. Desperate, earnest, intent. A ragged whisper.
“I think you’ve earned it.”
I slid him out of me. Moved to the foot of the bed, untied his right ankle. His left ankle. And then I lay down on my back beside him, putting my lips to his ear. “I’m going to untie your left hand now.”
“Bad idea,” Nick growled, sounding more like Scary Harris than anything. “Really bad idea. I have zero control.”
I bit his earlobe, reaching up to work free the knots of the necktie binding his right wrist to the bedpost. “Don’t you know me well enough by now, sweetheart?” I freed the last of the knots. “That’s what I want most.”
As soon as his wrist was free, Nick moved like a pouncing lion. He ripped the cock ring off and hurled it viciously across the room. Something smashed. He yanked open the bedside drawer—I heard the snick of a knife unfolding, and then I knew he was free.
No lie, my heart was pounding. I was a little scared of the monster I’d created. I’d lost track of time, but I think I had Nick tied up and helpless beneath me for, oh, at least three hours, if not more. An eternity, for a man accustomed to utter control. An eternity of needing to come, being on the edge, and not being able to cross over.
He moved like a predator, pouncing on me like a lion grabbing a gazelle. He snatched my wrists, both of them in one hand and used his other hand to knock my thighs open, one, then the other. He traced the opening of my wet, throbbing pussy, guiding his cock to the entrance, holding himself there, just the wide head notched inside me. He leaned down, breathing hard, shaking all over and put his lips to my ear.
“You got me back, babe.” He whispered in a guttural, barely-controlled snarl in my ear. “You got me back good.”
And then, without warning, he let go of my wrists, grabbed my hips and flipped me over. He shoved my face into the mattress, jerked my hips up, so my ass was high in the air.
Then he slapped my ass so hard I squeaked, rocked forward away from the spank, more out of surprise. But Nick grabbed me and put me back in place. Then he reached down and guided himself back in, just the tip nestled in the very outer limits of my cunt. He held himself there, as if gathering himself. Focusing.
And then, with a feral roar, he slammed in, deep, hard. Fucked in mercilessly. Flesh slapped, and his cock buried itself in me, and I cried out. He gave no quarter, then, but began fucking me in earnest, harder than he’d ever fucked me the entire time we’d been together. Almost brutally hard.
And I loved every single second of it, rocked with his battering thrusts, rocked back into them. Cried out in bliss as he fucked more orgasms out of me. No more counting.
