by Kay Manis
“Why, Miss Hagen, you have such a potty mouth.”
“Yeah, and I’m about to wrap that mouth all over your dick in a second.”
Well, fuck me. Somewhere between the first time I’d found her shitfaced on the street back at that club in Austin, and now, my modest, meek little Drunk Girl had turned into a vicious sex goddess—and I loved it. Not only that, but against all the odds, we’d fallen in love.
The feeling should have comforted me and brought me great peace. But tonight I felt as if Hindley’s love for me may be her own undoing, a block around her neck that had the potential to drown her.
No matter how much I loved her, I had to be willing to pull away if my love ever endangered her life. My only problem was, I was a weak motherfucker, a selfish bastard to the core, and I feared I wouldn’t be able to walk away from her if that time ever came.
I shook internally, realizing I’d never survive without her, but knowing one day, I might have to in order to keep her safe. Tonight, she was all mine though, and I was going to enjoy her.
She unzipped my pants, freeing my one-eyed soldier who was already standing at full attention.
I wanted inside her so badly it hurt. I helped yank down both my jeans and boxers in one fell swoop, gazing up at her beautiful face. Her golden blonde hair fell in front of her, caressing my thighs as she stared at my dick.
“Is it possible to be in love with a penis?” She giggled.
God, that laugh. My dick swelled even bigger.
“Oh my God, Rory, how did you do that?”
I knew what she was talking about, but I was tired of talking. I spread her legs wide, allowing her to straddle me, pushing up her skirt to reveal her satin thong.
“I believe your exact words were ‘Fuck me already’, Miss Hagen. Was that correct?” Her temptress smile was my undoing. In one fluid motion, I flipped her over and jerked off her panties then grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer and rolled it on in record time. Before she even had time to think, I slammed into her, all my emotions pouring out into the one place where I felt safe. Inside Hindley Hagen.
“Oh, God, Rory,” she moaned in my ear.
“Say it, baby,” I begged as I thrust inside her over and over, hitting every spot I knew lit her on fire.
“Oh, Rory!” she shouted through her heavy breathing, her hands gripping my ass, pushing me in further as her long, lean legs wrapped around my hips.
“What, baby?” I yelled. I wanted to hear her say it, while I was buried deep inside her. I didn’t even have to tell her, she knew what I needed to hear her profess.
“I’m yours!” she shouted. “You’re mine.”
“Always, Hindley?”
“Forever,” she panted. “I’ll be yours forever, Rory. You’re my Skater Boy.” She let out a moan like I’d never heard as her body shook and spasmed underneath me. She clamped down on my dick, drawing me further inside, sending a shot of sheer ecstasy through my entire body.
I pumped into her several more times, my dick growing thicker with every thrust. Sex had never felt this spectacular, with anyone, ever. I knew the reason why but I wasn’t sure I could say it out loud.
“Forever, Drunk Girl!” I exclaimed as I found my own release. I fell on top of her, my panting slowing as I returned back to earth. “I’ll love you forever, Hindley,” I whispered in her ear. Whether together or apart, it was the truth. I would always love her, even if it meant I had to leave her one day to keep her safe.
Chapter 21
-HINDLEY-
I stretched out in the lounger on the beach, listening to the waves of the Pacific Ocean crash into the shore. The warmth from the sun overhead heated my skin and I let out a relaxing sigh. This place, this time, felt like heaven. “Thanks for inviting me out. It’s exactly what I needed.”
“You’re most welcome,” Rory said. “But you better be careful. I don’t want you to burn again.”
I turned my head, lowering my shades to look into his beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the brilliant California sun. The smirk on his face was unmistakable. I knew the insinuation and memories he was referring to and I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered our first intimate night together.
“I’d let you rub lotion on me if I burn, Mr. Gregor.”
“Oh, I’m sure you would, Miss Hagen.” He laughed, taking my hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, his eyes full of promise.
This felt real. It felt like we were a normal couple doing normal things, and for the first time since I met him, I found myself counting down the days until the X Games when we could finally declare our love for one another, publicly. I didn’t care what happened to my professional career, as long as I was with Rory, I knew we could make it work.
“Are you hungry?” He changed the topic before we both stripped down here on the beach and went at it like rabbits.
“I’m always hungry.” My voice was low and sultry and sexy. Or, at least I hoped it was.
“Oh, Miss Hagen. Let’s get you upstairs and see if we can’t feed that never-ending appetite of yours.”
Something deep within me tingled at the hint of things to come. I dusted off the sand from my lounger.
Rory easily picked it up and tucked it under his arm, reaching out his empty hand for mine.
This was right. I knew it in my heart. Being with Rory was where I was supposed to be, and damn the rest of the world. But visions of Axel’s sinister face surfaced and I remembered how much damage he could cause us.
I’d yet to secure a deal for him. Sponsors alike seemed standoffish, hesitant to come anywhere close to him until the rumors about his sexual assaults were cleared. To date, no one had stepped forward to either charge or acquit him. I tried to assure potential sponsors that the allegations were vicious rumors, but part of me felt guilty and sick to my stomach trying to explain away Axel’s crimes.
“Hey.” Rory squeezed my hand. “Where’d you go?”
I laughed at his question, knowing it had become his way of bringing me back when my thoughts drifted to the negative. “Nowhere.” I smiled.
“Well, in that case, let me take you somewhere.”
The promise in his voice was unmistakable and my mouth watered thinking about what he had in store for me.
As we walked into the house, he nodded toward the stairs. “Go take a shower.”
His words were commanding but tender, and I was lost in anticipation.
“You’re not coming with me?” I pouted like a child.
“I’ll be up in a minute.” His playful wink and mischievous smile said it all.
God, I loved this man. I was so thankful he’d talked me into coming out to spend a few days with him at his house before we hit the road for his next competition in Miami.
Our new plan was perfect. I was supposed to meet with Humberto and his manager in Miami anyway, so I thought to kill two birds with one stone and be with Rory too. But Axel’s threat kept creeping into my mind and my stomach cringed as I thought about the power he had to ruin my future with Rory. I had to work my ass off and find a commercial deal for him, otherwise my fantasy world with Rory would be over sooner than I wanted.
“Go!” He slapped my butt hard.
“Ow!” I rubbed my backside.
“There’ll be more where that came from if you don’t get your sweet little ass up to my room and shower.”
“All right already. I’m going.” The predatory gleam in his blue eyes sent chills up and down my spine. I raced up the stairs in lightning speed.
I showered in record time and waited on his bed, wrapped in a plush robe, high on anticipation, dreaming of what lay ahead. I knew it was something kinky and I couldn’t wait. Would he tie me up? Would I tie him up? All types of illicit images ran through my head.
“It will be even better than what you’re imagining, I can promise you that.”
His deep voice ripped through my thoughts. I turned and stared at the delicious man leaning against the doorframe. He stood in paj
ama pants that hung off his hips, naked from the waist up. God, he was beautiful.
One hand held up a tray, but I couldn’t see what was in the containers that lay on top of it. He stalked into the bedroom and set the tray down on the dresser before making his way over to the bed.
“Off.”
I jumped off the bed at his deep growl.
He ripped off the pillows, comforter, and top sheet. “Robe off. Face up on the bed,” he commanded.
I stood still, afraid to move.
“Now!”
Oh, God! This is gonna be good. I was already dripping with anticipation.
I ripped off the robe and threw it to the floor next to the comforter and sheet. Crawling up on the bed, I stretched out on my back, unsure of what position I should be in. Arms above my head? Out to the sides? Legs closed or spread apart? My heart was beating so fast and loud, I could barely hear the familiar clinking noise of the straps being hooked to the railing below the bed.
“Arms,” he commanded.
I’d done this enough to know what he wanted. I stretched my arms toward the edge of the bed. I watched as he took one wrist and cuffed it in a leather restraint, tugging to make sure it was secure. These were new, and rougher than the material he’d used before. Every cell in my body was on fire.
He walked to the other side of the bed and secured my other arm. “These are different,” he explained in a gentler tone. “They’ll pinch a little more. If it hurts too much, you have to tell me. Okay?”
I nodded, not wanting to stop anything he was doing.
“Good girl.” He leaned down to kiss my nose. “Legs,” he commanded. “Spread them.”
Immediately, I obeyed. I couldn’t see them, but it felt like the same type of leather restraints at my ankles that were on my wrists.
He crawled up my naked body, his legs on either side of my hips, hands on the mattress next to my face, but his body made no contact with mine.
I felt empty and deprived.
“Same thing with your ankles. If it bites or hurts, let me know.”
I nodded again, a wanting smile spreading across my entire face.
“Someone’s excited.” He laughed. Just as soon as the words escaped him, he was gone.
Clinking near the dresser garnered my attention. It sounded like he was preparing something, but I knew better than to look. Instead, I lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering at what point in our relationship had I relinquished control to this man. If someone would have told me three months ago that I’d be trussed up like a prisoner on some man’s bed, I would have laughed them off the face of the earth. Yet, here I was, spread eagle and loving every minute of it.
The bed dipped with his weight and I strained my neck to find him sitting between my legs, his body never making contact with mine. My insides were throbbing for his touch.
“You called me a tactile learner in the beginning, remember?”
Where’s he going with this? I wasn’t sure if I should be excited, or scared shitless.
“T-A-C-T-I-L-E.” He spelled the word in staccato as his lips curled up in a devious grin. “It’s become one of my favorite words, Miss Hagen.”
I swallowed hard, realizing I was in trouble. And I loved it.
“Do you know what the word tactile means?”
I shrugged my shoulders, unable to speak, wondering what he would do next.
“It means you use every sensory organ to learn.”
Sensory organ? Good Lord, he had me panting like a dog on a hot summer day and he hadn’t even touched me.
He stalked up my body until his face came within inches of mine. I realized he was gloriously naked, his hard-on dangerously close to my lady parts. I was burning with desire and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“It occurred to me that as I’ve been learning how to read,” he said, “I’ve used every sensory organ at my disposal.” He leaned in closer and his hard-on grazed my stomach. His lips were just below my ear.
I inhaled his intoxicating aroma, a mixture of his spicy cologne and body wash. He’d showered as well.
“Perhaps you should do the same.” His breath blew across my neck.
My mouth went dry and my body heated with desire for this man.
Reaching behind him, he produced a silk mask. “I think it’s time I reciprocated.”
“For what?” I squeaked out.
“Oh, please, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten about blindfolding me?”
Goose bumps spread over my skin. What kind of revenge did he have planned?
“That’s right. Tit for tat.” He leaned down, lapping and sucking one of my nipples.
My body rocked up to meet his mouth, wanting more.
“Oh, not yet, baby.”
Knowing he would draw this out and tease me relentlessly, my body fell lax.
His mouth retreated as his large hand slid under my neck. “Up.”
I raised my head off the mattress and stared at his face for as long as possible, watching as his eyes burned with mischief.
Slowly, he slipped the silk mask over my head, securing the elastic strap behind my hair as he adjusted the cover over my eyes. “Can you see me?”
“No,” I panted.
“Good.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips.
Instinct and experience warned me that would be the last gentle act he would perform.
I listened intently, trying to figure out what he was going to do next, but it was futile. Instead, I relaxed back into the mattress as best I could and waited. I heard soft music envelope the room. It sounded like a symphony, something completely opposite to Rory’s personality.
“Do you like the music?”
I felt his warm breath against my stomach.
“Yes,” I moaned.
His lips caressed my abdomen.
I rocked and yanked on the straps.
“Careful, baby,” he admonished. “We haven’t even started yet.”
His voice was so deep, vibrating across my skin. I could sense the smile on his face even though he wasn’t visible through my mask. We were so attuned to one another. That’s why it was so easy to lay here, strapped down, completely naked and defenseless. I trusted him. I loved him.
“This is going to be intense,” he said. “I need you to tell me if anything hurts or if it gets to be too much, okay?”
I barely registered his words before something hot dripped on my skin. I was startled at the sensation.
“Okay?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to speak. Hot liquid trailed from my belly button up to my chest, skimming between my breasts and falling over my neck. I flinched at the temperature. It was hot but bearable, barely.
“Open your mouth.”
I licked my dry lips before parting them as he’d instructed. All of a sudden, the hot liquid was rushing down my chin, spilling over my tongue. It was chocolate, hot chocolate syrup.
“Swallow,” he whispered.
As I let the liquid fall down my throat I tasted something so dark and decadent I knew immediately this was an expensive type of chocolate.
“Open.”
I did as he told me but instead of more chocolate syrup, small pellets of ice slipped over my tongue, almost choking me.
“Swallow,” he whispered again.
As I shut my mouth, the hot chocolate dripped across my lips. I tried to open my mouth again.
“Keep your mouth closed,” he commanded.
I puckered my lips to hold in the melting ice.
Suddenly his tongue was rubbing over my lips, licking and lapping up the syrup.
I wanted to open my mouth so badly, to taste him and devour him, but I knew better than to defy Rory Gregor.
He moaned against my lips, making every nerve ending in my body explode with desire.
His tongue trailed down my chin and caressed my neck, following the path of chocolate syrup he’d drizzled down the middle of my body. The sensation was thrilling, irresistible and a
lmost agonizing.
I tried to pull my hands down to touch him, forgetting I was strapped down to the bed. The leather restraints pinched, chafing my skin.
His tongue continued its assault down my stomach to my belly button as he swirled around the sensitive area.
My hips bucked up, trying to press against him. Hot syrup dripped on my nipples and I flinched in surprise. “Oh.”
“Are you okay?” His words were genuine and sincere, much different than the commanding presence of before.
“Yes,” I whispered. I wanted his mouth back on me. Pain or no pain, I wouldn’t yell out again.
His tongue trailed back up my body, making his way to one nipple, sucking away the melted chocolate. As he continued to lap at my breast, something ice cold slipped over my other nipple.
I jerked on the cuffs, unable to free myself.
“Feel it, baby, absorb all the sensations,” he whispered against my skin.
The pleasure was so different from the hot syrup, but within seconds, the coolness of the ice felt just as sensual.
He moved his lips over to the cold and puckered nipple.
I thought I might come just from his assault on my breasts alone. Was that even possible? “Oh my God,” I panted, lost in the euphoria of it all.
“Patience.” He smiled against my skin. “Tactile. T-A-C-T-I-L-E. Remember?”
I was beginning to hate that word. Before I could debate my loathing of the word, my senses were assaulted by the smell of fruit—strawberries, bananas, even cantaloupes, maybe.
“Open.”
I opened my mouth and something cool with a rough exterior was placed inside.
“Bite,” he whispered, his voice sinfully delicious.
My teeth clamped down on the object. It was a strawberry. The juices ran down my chin.
“Open,” he said.
I obeyed and hot syrup filled my mouth, almost choking me.
“Close.”
I did as he demanded.
“Chew,” he blew in my ear.
God, it tasted so sweet and juicy, like no strawberry I’d ever eaten before in my life.
“Swallow.”
His voice become huskier with every instruction. The juncture of my thighs burned. My body quivered uncontrollably as my mind spiraled out of control, lost in his erotic taunting.
