by Sienna Skye
“I was wondering something. This morning…in the shower…well that was incredible.”
A slow, wide smile spread across her beautiful face. “It really was incredible. I always imagined what it was like to have someone desire you so much that they would take you like that. Right up against the shower wall.”
Okay, we were slightly veering off track, but not by much. Just another piece to the Ernie, Edgar, Earl puzzle. I was starting to suspect that this guy was not all that experimental in the sex department. I leaned over and paused the movie.
“Let me get this straight. When you and –“
“Ethan…” She smirked and looked like such a wise ass.
“When you and Ethan had sex. He never made you feel desirable?” Because that was fucking hard to believe. Gorgeous and so incredibly sensual between the sheets. What the hell was there not to desire?
“Well, I didn’t really have much to compare it to, you know? I mean, I felt wanted, obviously, otherwise we wouldn’t have been there. Most of the time it was pretty much the same, not much variation. I guess we weren’t together all that long, but then again, I did more with you last night than I did the entire time I was with him.”
Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything…
“Sooooo…are we talking lights out and missionary?”
“There was a lamp sometimes.” She laughed as she punched me in the arm. “Lights on sometimes. Lights off sometimes. I guess missionary a lot of times. I don’t know, Morgan. It wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy myself. It just wasn’t phenomenal. I just didn’t know it then.”
“But, you know it now?” Yeah, I was digging and feeling pretty damn smug.
“Yes, now I do.” She rolled her eyes at me, but my ego was sufficiently stroked, so it didn’t matter.
Okay, now on to why I started this conversation.
“Speaking of phenomenal…your tongue this morning was something else. That was hands down the greatest blowjob I have ever had. Ever. I’m kind of guessing that what’s his face liked being on the receiving end and not the giving end.”
“Yep. No matter how hard I hinted, I couldn’t get him to reciprocate.”
Fucker.
“But Morgan, what I did to him wasn’t anything like what I did with you. I felt so sexy being with you that I really got into it.”
“You should never let another man make you feel anything other than beautiful and desirable. Forget I said that. I have no intention of letting any other man have that chance.”
She lowered her voice, making it the sound rich and sultry. “Next time. I want to taste you. I want you to come in my mouth, so I can swallow it all.”
My dick went from zero to sixty in 2.2 seconds. Eugene was a fucking idiot. As much as I would have loved nothing more than to roll her under me and sink my cock deep inside her, I knew she was sore. Plus, she was more to me than just sex. I wanted to make damn sure she knew that.
I kissed her, my tongue enjoying the sweetness of her mouth. “Baby, you will get your wish, but not right now. I just want to hold you now while we watch TV.” Sainthood. I should be nominated for fucking sainthood.
A few movies in, I felt her breathing become more rhythmic. I looked down and saw she was sleeping. I hatched a plan to surprise her with dinner. I carefully disentangled us and got off the couch. I covered her with a blanket, kissed her head, and left her a note telling her I would be back soon.
When I returned with dinner, she was still sleeping soundly. I smirked with the realization that I wore my girl out. I ran my hand up over her cheek and through her hair. “Hey, darlin’, wake up.”
She blinked a couple of times and then sat up. “Crap. Sorry about that. How long have I been out?”
“Eh, not that long. And don’t apologize. I have it on good authority that you had a busy night last night.”
“Yes, I was manhandled by some raving sex fiend.”
“Is that so? Must have been a horrific experience.”
“Actually, I discovered I quite enjoy being manhandled by a sex fiend.”
“Raving sex fiend.”
“The best kind. Yes, you got dinner!”
“Yup. I got you a hamburger with lettuce, tomato, pickles, avocado, and ketchup. Sweet potato fries. And a pistachio shake.”
“You remembered that I love avocado on my burgers.”
“I did.”
“Sweet potato fries are my favorite…and so are pistachio shakes.”
“I know. That’s why I got them for you.” I bent down and kissed her on the lips. I’d start my own sweet potato, avocado, and pistachio farm just to see her face light up like that.
“Thank you. Being manhandled works up an appetite you know.”
“So does manhandling. Eat up.”
We had finished eating and were searching for something else to watch, when I remembered the honey packets in my pockets, dug in, and then tossed them onto the table. Funny how four little packets of honey can change the electrical charge in a room. We both stared at them for a few moments. I could hear the rate of her breathing quicken as she squirmed against me. I looked across to the gym area, my eyes stopping on a weight bench.
“Hold that thought,” I said to her as I headed over to the gym area. I grabbed two 50 pound dumbbells and stood in front of the weight bench. I placed them on the floor, one to each side of the lower end of the bench, equidistant.
“Morgan, what the hell are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” I looked around and grabbed four flat resistance bands. The black ones would provide the most resistance and that is what I wanted. I tossed them on the bench and then called Jules over. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to figure out what I was planning.
I stepped up close and nuzzled her neck as I started to pull up her shirt. Her hands went to find my shirt, but I stopped her. “No, this is going to be all about you.”
“I hardly think that is fun for you.”
“Trust me. I am going to love this.” Obviously, her introduction to sex had not been a spectacular one. I was going to help her make up for lost time.
Once I had her naked, I picked up the resistance bands. “Lie back on the bench.” The words were a command. Once she was on her back, I took one band knotted it around one wrist and the pulled her arm straight back and tied it to one of the parallel supports that held the weight bar.
“Morgan?”
“Shhh.” I walked around and did the same to her other wrist before moving on to her feet. I had stood each dumbbell on its end and after I tied a band around her ankle, I extended her leg and then tied the other end to the dumbbell. I repeated with the other leg and then stood back and admired my work.
“Ummm, Morgan, we survived shower sex without it ending up with me going to the ER. Why push our luck?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen.”
“You do realize you just pretty much sealed my fate with that comment.”
“Hush, you. Be quiet or I will blindfold you.”
“How is blindfolding me going to keep me quiet?”
“Woman!” I stood up, straddling the bench. I bent over her with my arms on the weight bar to support myself. “Just trust me to make this good for you.” Her gaze lingered on my chest and arm muscles which were flexing from holding my weight. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then shut it again and nodded her head.
“Good girl. I’ll be right back.”
I grabbed the honey packets and then went to the closet and grabbed a towel. I stopped and just took her in. Her nipples were light brown and thick. The curve of her full hips offset her narrow waist. And that ass, it was round and full and spectacular. I remember her saying that her hips and ass were a product of her Italian heritage. I needed to write myself a note to do something nice for the country of Italy.
I brought a honey packet to my teeth to tear it open. As I did, it occurred to me that if anyone came home, it was going to be pretty damn hard to explain why
Jules was tied spread eagle to a weight bench with honey dripping from her. She wiggled on the bench. Oh, what the hell, you only live once.
I straddled over her and squeezed out some of the honey, circling one of her nipples. Her nipple became pebbled and taut. My tongue followed the same path as the honey, lapping up the sweetness before I pulled as much of her breast in my mouth that I could and sucked like a starving man. Her hips bowed off of the bench as she cried out, shouting my name.
“Feel good, baby?”
She nodded. Her eyes glazed over, her skin flushed. I opened a second packet of honey and poured it over her other nipple. This time I lapped the honey off and then drew her nipple between my teeth and pulled. Biting her nipples drove her wild. Jules pulled against the restraints and tried to angle her hips so she could grind herself against me. I gave her a gentle slap on that glorious ass and she lowered herself back down to the bench. The pout of frustration on her face made me chuckle. I leaned up to kiss it away while my fingers played with her pussy. She was slick and wet, and I hadn’t even yet dipped my fingers inside her. It took all my restraint to continue on my original mission instead of fucking her senseless. I pulled the third packet out of my jeans and tore it open. I spread a thin line over her mound and then more on her clit. With a slow single movement, I licked the honey from her mound, coming very close to her clit, and then licking my way back up. She groaned, half with passion, half with frustration.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
Wide blue eyes stared back to me.
“Jules. Tell me what you want me to do.” This time more forcefully.
“I want your mouth on me.”
I placed a few kisses on her and paused, letting her know I was not quite satisfied with her answer. She pushed her pussy against my mouth and I looked up at her. Challenging her. “Yes?”
“Suck my clit. Then lick it in those slow circles that you do. Put your fingers inside me.”
“That’s my girl. Ask and you shall receive.” I sucked on her clit and she let out a gasp, her body already growing tense. Slowly, I slipped one finger in, then a second. My tongue moved in those slow circles and I felt her go liquid around my fingers. I could tell she wanted to close her thighs around me, but she couldn’t pull enough against the bonds. “I’m going to add another finger. Would you like that?” I went back to the slow circles.
“Yes. Oh God!” I now had three fingers moving in her pussy and then my pinky made its way to her ass, slowly rubbing against her tight hole.
“Morgan?”
“Shhh, just relax. Trust me. Just breathe, sweetheart.”
After a moment, I felt her relax and I continued slowly rubbing again. Then I pushed my pinky inside her and started to slowly move in and out of her.
“Fuck! I can’t… it feels….” The rest of her words were garbled and then she cried out my name before a series of moans and screams escaped from her as her body exploded and shook.
Forget worrying about anyone in the house hearing her. I thought the neighbors might call for the SWAT team. And I fucking loved it. I seriously fucking loved it. She was passionate and sexy and hot as hell. I never had a woman act that way before and I couldn’t get enough of her. Slowly, I slipped my fingers from her before I moved up to look at her again.
“I am going to kiss you. I want you to taste yourself.”
She kissed me like a wild woman, turned on by my dirty talk.
“God, Jules. You were made for me. Absolutely meant for me.”
“When I’m with you, I feel like this other side of me comes out. Like I am wild and free. Jeez, I sound like a dumbass.”
“No, you don’t. I want you to be wild and free with me.” I moved to her feet and started to untie her, then I did the same with her hands. I massaged her arms and legs, so she wouldn’t be sore. “I would say we should shower together down here, but I think that would be pushing things. Let me help you get dressed so you can go up to your room and shower.”
She rubbed her hand down the front of my jeans, stroking my erection. “I feel like I’m leaving you hanging here.”
I groaned as her hand pressed harder. “Trust me, this was pleasurable as hell for me. I wanted this to be all about you. Now go shower.”
She cocked her head at me and then stepped closer, pushing her nakedness up against me. “Holy hell.” I let her rub up against me before I pulled it together. “I’ll tell you what, if you are not too sore after everyone is in bed tonight, text me and I will sneak into your room and we can go again.”
“Promise?”
“Nothing could keep me away.”
“We’ll have to be a little quieter.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
I’m not going to lie. As much as I was trying to hold back for her benefit, I was really hoping for that text message. It never came. Feeling the urge to at least look at her, I quietly headed across the hall and slipped into her room, carefully closing the door behind me. She was knocked out. Curled up on her side, fast asleep. I couldn’t help myself. I walked over and gently stroked her hair. Ah, fuck it. Careful not to wake her, I climbed onto the bed, on top of the covers and snuggled up against her. I just wanted to feel her warmth, take in her scent, listen to her breathe. Hell if I knew how we were going to make this work, but I for damn sure was going to come up with something.
Chapter Fifteen
Julia
It took two more days of giving my lady bits some TLC before I wasn’t feeling so sore and swollen. During those first couple of nights, Morgan would sneak into my room just to cuddle up and sleep with me. He would head back to his room shortly before dawn. That first night, I didn’t even he know he was there until he got up to leave and I felt his absence.
But after those two days, we were insatiable. We had sex in the old tree house, the pool house, in the back of Morgan’s car. He locked us in the laundry room. He picked me up and put me on the washing machine, his talented fingers bringing me to orgasm. Then he used his mouth. The late night sexcapades were more challenging, mainly because we both tended to get carried away and could be a bit loud and we had to keep it down. The first night Morgan went down on me, he grabbed a pillow, tossing it to me so I could moan into it when I came. That just turned me on more. One night, when he was fucking me hard, he could tell I was going over the edge and he put his hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. I never came so hard in my life. My reaction sent Morgan right over the edge and he buried his face in my neck as he groaned. It was raw. Intense. Primal.
It was all so new and electric. The chemistry and magnetic pull had even surprised and amazed us. It was palpable, and we knew we were going to have a hard time hiding the fact there was something going on between us. Hunter for certain would be able to pick up on it. The best our brilliant minds could come up with was to stay away from each other as much as possible when other people were around. For two rather intelligent people, that was our genius plan. When we had to be in the same room as each other, we tried to keep distance between us as much as possible. It was ridiculous.
Two weeks after Morgan and I started our relationship, he was gone for the day. He and a couple of friends volunteered for an organization that helped run events for kids with developmental delays. After the day activities, they would all hang around a campfire, so I knew he wouldn’t be back until after dark.
Earlier in the morning, Hunter and I had been summoned to Parker’s office and we were informed there was going to be a dinner party at the house that night and we were expected to attend.
It was still early in the day and I was flopped on my bed scanning Facebook on my iPad. My door was open, and Hunter came in and sat on the foot of my bed.
“I’m headed to Kyle’s tonight —”
I bounced up onto my knees. “Oh no you don’t, Hunter! You are not leaving me here to suffer alone.”
He laughed. “Calm down. We will be suffering miserably together. I’m going later. You can come with me or I can help
you escape before I go.”
“I’ll go with you. Is Kyle having another party?” I laughed because if you were bored and had nothing to do, there was a damn good chance Kyle was hosting something at his house. Hunter shook his head and laughed with me.
“From what he says, it is going to be the best party he has ever thrown.”
“Well that’s saying something. He’s pretty famous for his parties.”
“No kidding. Kyle told me it isn’t going to be just the usual crew. Some of his friends from college will be there too. It’ll be good for you to go. Maybe someone will catch your eye. New blood and all. I’ll text Morgan. He can stop by after if he wants.”
Thankfully, Hunter wasn’t the type to try to play matchmaker. I did feel a pang of guilt because we were hiding this from him. I knew Morgan was right when he said it wasn’t fair putting Hunter in the middle, but I was still afraid he would be hurt if he ever found out. Or more likely, when he found out.
There was no doubt in my mind Morgan would show up if he knew I was going. Not just to see me, but since nobody knew we were together, we were both available as far as everyone else was concerned. Morgan was nothing if not an alpha male and if he couldn’t publicly stake claim, he was going to at least want to watch over me.
When dinner time came, I was in my room, dressed already in a somewhat conservative sundress. I had already pulled out a pair of jeans and a top to wear to the party and laid them out on my bed.
Hunter came to my room and asked if I was ready to go. With full dramatic flair, I threw myself back and flopped onto my bed.
“Please. Please, spare me. Don’t make me go. Don’t make me go.”
“We could tie your bed sheets together and climb out of your window, but with your track record, that could be dangerous.”
“Valid point. Okay, let’s get this over with.”
There were far more people attending this thing than I had imagined. Hunter and I mingled and chatted up the guests. At one point I needed a break and slipped off into the kitchen. I pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and drank a few sips. It was quiet in the kitchen and although the party had started not that long ago, I had already had enough. I was happy standing there quietly alone, staring out the window, when I heard a somewhat familiar voice behind me.
