by Marci Bolden
I gripped her waist and lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around me, and I plowed into her. There was no pretense of being gentle or romantic. I rammed up as she pushed down, burying me as deep inside her as our combined movements could.
It was hard and rough and fast. It didn’t take long before she was coming again. Her voice echoed around us in the tiled shower. When she finally released, she leaned down and bit my lip before pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then she tugged my hair so she could put some space between us. “Did you finish?”
“No.”
“Good.”
She eased her legs from around me, and I set her down. She put her hands to my chest and pushed me back until she could turn. With her back to me, she bent forward, just how I’d always imagined her.
The hot water beat against my back as I stepped forward. Holding her hips, I pressed my dick against her and, with a slight shift, slid deep inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” I growled as she tilted her hips, putting more pressure on my cock.
There was no doubt she knew what she was doing. As I pulled back, her muscles tightened, and then her hips rolled as I went in. We fell into a rhythm. She’d clench and tilt as I moved in and out. Her long hair stuck to her back in wet chunks that were begging to be pulled.
As soon as I dug my fingers in and gave her hair a good tug, she moaned, once again confirming my suspicion that she liked it a little rough. I was happy to oblige. Actually, I couldn’t control myself. I thrust into her, using her hair and my hold on her hip to pull her back. I plunged into her several times as she squeezed hard around me and screamed out.
I couldn’t hold on any longer and came with her. We were both breathing heavily when she slowly stood and leaned against the tiles.
“I think I’ve found a new hobby,” she panted.
“What’s that?”
“Fucking you.”
I laughed. “I can handle that.”
“I can tell.”
We washed our bodies again, and after drying off, we dressed and headed downstairs. I watched TV while Kate did some work. We ordered pizza for lunch and ate in the den, where we’d been camped out all morning. After eating, Kate put her work aside and stretched out on the sofa, putting her head in my lap while we watched a movie.
It was a perfect Sunday afternoon. We did absolutely nothing, but it felt like everything. For months I’d wanted to be with her like this. Instead of us sitting on opposite ends of the couch acting like we weren’t lusting after each other, her head was in my lap as she stroked my leg and I ran my hand over her back.
We worked together to make dinner that night, and when we went to bed, there was no hesitation on my part. After brushing my teeth, I walked into her room and climbed into her bed. She walked in a few minutes later.
I watched as she slowly lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it. Her hands went to the button on her shorts, and a moment later, her pants fell. She kicked them aside and then reached behind her. She released her bra and tossed it to the floor before sliding down a pair of pink lace panties. Naked, she crawled up the bed and straddled my lap.
She leaned in and kissed me a bit more tenderly than I’d already grown accustomed to. Instead of thrusting into my mouth, her tongue traced my lips and gently parted them. She moaned softly as her hands lightly ran down my chest.
“Keep your eyes closed,” she whispered.
I felt her lean over and heard the nightstand drawer open. I had snuck a peek into the nightstand on her side of the bed, but I hadn’t thought to check this side. I had no idea what she kept in there. I was tempted to look, but I kept my eyes closed and played along.
A moment later, something wrapped around my wrist, and she lifted my hand to the headboard. It wasn’t metal handcuffs, but it was some kind of binding. I laughed softly at the unexpected turn of events. From what I’d learned about her, I would have thought she preferred to be tied up over tying up her partner. But there she was, tying my other arm to the headboard as well.
“Eyes closed,” she insisted when I let my eyelids flutter open. She leaned over again, and when she returned to sitting upright across my thighs, she slipped a blindfold over my eyes.
This was a first for me. I’d read stories and watched movies about it, but I’d never been tied down and blindfolded before. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I preferred to be in control. I liked being the man of the situation, so to speak, and I was feeling quite vulnerable.
I didn’t think I would have trusted anyone but Kate to do this, and I had a touch of doubt about letting her control me like this, right up until she leaned down and kissed me.
Feeling her mouth on mine when I didn’t know it was coming was intoxicating. Her kiss was brief before she slithered down my body and ran her hands over my cock through my boxer briefs. She teasingly removed my underwear. She was moving so slowly, I wanted to scream at her to just take them off and suck my dick.
Instead, she slowly made her way down and then back up, barely brushing over my cock. I felt a boob press against my mouth and instantly parted my lips. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the already tight bud before she pulled it away. My mouth was only empty for a moment before she put her other nipple to my lips, and I gave it the same treatment. But then she pulled that one away too. A moment later, she climbed off of me altogether, leaving me naked, strapped down, and alone on the bed. I jolted when I felt her hands on my ankle, but this time I wasn’t quite as surprised when I felt soft fabric wrap around my leg and tie me down.
By the time she was done, both legs and arms were strapped down and I was lying there helpless as she ran her fingers slowly up my inner thigh. A moment later, I felt her breath on my cock followed by what I thought was her tongue. I wasn’t sure until her lips surrounded the head and she slid down over it. She sucked up and down several times before letting my dick slide out of her mouth, and her touch disappeared again.
Damn it.
I was getting frustrated with this game. I wanted to squeeze her, bite her, lick her, fuck her, but with my hands strapped to the headboard, I couldn’t do any of that unless she let me. I was tempted to tell her I didn’t like this, when I felt the bed move again. I couldn’t figure out what Kate was doing until I inhaled the scent of her pussy and knew it was close. I lifted my head, stuck my tongue out, and was rewarded with the taste of her. She was hot and wet. I licked up, expecting to find her clit, but I found her entrance instead and realized she was facing the other way.
Her ass was in my face, and I was blindfolded so I couldn’t see it. Fuck.
I stuck my tongue in her and moved it around a few times before pulling it out and licking higher. Since she was in control, I couldn’t take what I wanted and had to wait for her move so I could lick her asshole.
We hadn’t gone anywhere near anal play yet, but I could tell she liked what I was doing. She let me lick her several times before she moved down and put her pussy to my mouth again. Then she shocked the hell out of me by leaning forward and gently grasping my balls. Even though I was undecided on the bondage, I was in heaven with the position we were in. It only got better when she lay the rest of the way down and slid my cock into her mouth. I ate her with as much gusto as I could manage while she licked her way down to my balls.
She consumed my cock several times before leaning back. I groaned my protest when she rolled away from my face, again leaving me alone.
“Just lie back and enjoy what I give you,” she whispered in my ear.
“Easy for you to say.” I was half-amused and half-frustrated.
“Trust me.” With that, I heard a packet tearing and felt her slide a condom over my hard-on. Within seconds, she straddled my hips, this time sliding my dick into her. As she started to fuck me, I realized this was the first time we’d done it in a bed, and it wasn’t at all what I had expected.
I had planned to roll her onto her hands and knees and lift her ass into the air
as I plunged into her. Nowhere in my fantasy was I tied up, blindfolded, and ridden without an ounce of control.
But as she found a rhythm and I started getting into it, I couldn’t help but feel like I was stuck in some erotic dream. I had no power over what was happening. I was a pawn in her little game at the moment. I had no choice in what she did, and I was beginning to find it liberating.
Her hips rotated as she moved, putting an intense amount of pressure on my cock, and within moments I felt like I was going to come. I started thrusting my hips as much as I could with my legs tied down.
She stopped fucking me and slapped my thigh. “Did I say you could move?”
I stuttered for a moment, almost as surprised by the demanding tone as by the semispanking I’d just received. “Uh, no.”
“Don’t move.”
She must have been satisfied that I wouldn’t because she started fucking again. It only took a few grinds before she returned to the rhythm she’d had before. She ground, rolled, and slid up and down with such grace that I could no longer tell which was which. I didn’t really care, either, because quickly the need for release hit me.
This time I resisted the urge to thrust into her and let her do all the work. I fisted my hands to stop myself from moving, grunted loudly, and filled the condom.
As I relaxed, I realized she was coming too. She finished it off with a sultry laugh before rolling off me.
“Wow,” I managed to say.
She laughed again, and I felt the band around my right wrist release. By the time she released the second one, I was tearing the blindfold off. She turned on the bed and reached for my ankles. Once they were free, I grabbed her and tossed her down.
She gasped, shocked by the sudden move, but before she could protest, my face was deep between her legs. She was wet, and I wanted to taste her. I licked at her for a minute, listening to her moan, still feeling the after-effects of our sex. I didn’t let her come though. Instead, I sat back and roughly flipped her over.
I was spent. There was no way I was going to fulfill my fantasy of fucking her doggy-style, but I wasn’t going to let this end without getting a little of what I wanted. Jerking her hips up, I brought her to her knees and used my hand to push her face down into the bed.
I ran my hand up and down her ass several times before giving her a gentle swat. “I think someone needs reminding who the man is around here.” I was teasing, and we both knew it. Kate had complete control over me, and I was perfectly happy with that.
Her laugh was muffled by the bedspread where her face was buried. I ran my hand over her ass again, and she wriggled it for me, so I spanked it again before spreading her cheeks wide. I leaned down and licked her asshole, holding her tight when she instinctively pulled away.
I gave it several passes with my tongue before sitting back. I watched the tight hole pucker as I ran my thumb over it, teasing it. I did that a few times and then pulled away. I was climbing off the bed when Kate looked over her shoulder at me.
“What…Kyle!”
I smirked. “How do you like it? Tease.”
She flopped onto her back, her mouth hanging open as she watched me stand up. I had just stepped into the hallway when a pillow hit me in the back.
“Jerk,” she yelled, and I laughed my way into the bathroom.
9
If it had been up to me, every minute of the remainder of summer would have been spent fucking or recovering from fucking Kate. But we both had jobs, and by the time Wednesday rolled around and I hadn’t gotten more than a few heated kisses, it was again time to take matters into my own hands.
Kate was holding her second open house that week, this one at a fancy condo just outside of downtown. I loved when she showed contemporary properties. She always dressed a bit sexier to appeal to the businessmen who tended to look at them. That morning she had worn a white sleeveless blouse with a low neckline underneath a gray fitted suit jacket, a straight knee-length gray skirt, and black heels that were held on by thin straps around her ankles and across the tops of her feet.
I also knew she was wearing a nude lacy bra and panty set and nude thigh-high stockings because I’d watched her put them on and hadn’t been able to stop thinking of them since.
Rather than going home after work, I looked at her website for the address of the condo she was showing and jotted it down. I was disappointed when I opened the front door of the property and heard chattering from the back of the home. I’d hoped this would be one of those open houses that she complained about because not a single potential buyer had shown.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case tonight. I heard her laughter drifting as I closed the door behind me.
She had several different laughs: her full-hearted, something-was-hilarious laugh; her I’m-appeasing-you-because-I-have-to laugh; and her deep, sultry, sexy-as-hell laugh. I heard her sexy laugh, and my body reacted instantly.
I walked into the kitchen and smirked. She did a double take, clearly shocked to see me there. She greeted me as if we were strangers and suggested I have a look around while she finished answering the other man’s questions.
I wandered around the condo as I listened to her talking to the man, who continued to engage her in pointless inquiries. He seemed more interested in the real estate agent than the property. Couldn’t say I blamed him, but I was getting frustrated that he wouldn’t leave. If he was trying to wait me out, he was going to lose.
Finally I butted in with my own barrage of questions. How big was the yard? Did the complex allow pets? Was the price negotiable?
It took a while, but he finally gave up and told Kate he had to get home but promised to be in touch. She smiled as she shook his hand and held it a bit longer the necessary. She batted her eyes at him and then sent him on his way.
Once I heard the door close, I smiled. “I really like the kitchen. Tell me about those countertops.”
She contemplated only a moment before leading the way back into the kitchen. I watched her legs as we walked through the living room, and she gave me the sales pitch, as if I were actually interested in buying it.
She ran her hand along the black granite counter, explaining the benefits of the surface and its resale value. I hadn’t been able to look at Kate in her kitchen without flashing back to that spring night when I’d peered in through the door. Seeing her in this kitchen was no different.
As she brushed her fingers along the granite, my cock throbbed, and I stepped behind her. I put my nose in her hair and inhaled her scent.
“Kyle…”
I knew her whisper was a halfhearted plea for me to not start anything in her client’s home, but I couldn’t resist. It was the reason I’d come here. I hushed her as I slid my hands down her thighs and started inching her skirt up until I could run my hands over the exposed nylons. I dug my fingers in, not enough to hurt but enough to cause her to gasp. I knew she liked it rough enough to feel but not so much that it hurt.
When her head fell back on my shoulder and she let out a slow breath, I leaned down and sank my teeth into her neck. I rubbed my hand over the crotch of her panties, and she pressed against me.
“I’ve been thinking about these all day,” I confessed. “Give them to me.”
She hesitated before pushing down the lace that was hugging her hips. Her underwear dropped to her ankles, and I bent to pick them up. I eased one foot out and then the other before standing behind her. I pressed the material to my face and smelled it before sticking her panties in my pocket.
With her skirt up around her hips and her ass bare, I put my hand to her back and pressed against her until she gave in and put her face to the cold surface of the granite.
“Spread your legs,” I instructed.
She complied by scooting her sexy black heels several inches in either direction.
With one hand still on her back, I put the other between her legs. I didn’t bother being a gentleman about it; I shoved my thumb into her pussy, and she took a sharp breath.
I moved my thumb around a bit, letting her juices cover it. After a few moments, I pulled it out and slid two fingers in its place and pressed my wet thumb into her ass in one quick move. She gasped again, this time shifting her hips as she did.
I thrust my hand in and out, watching as her hips rotated to meet my movements. She was so fucking hot, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, but I wasn’t going to push it that far in someone else’s home. However, I did want her to come for me.
“You are such a bad girl, Kate.” I moved my fingers into her again. “Getting finger-fucked in a stranger’s house. Naughty, naughty girl.”
That was enough to send her over the edge, and her muscles tightened around my thumb and fingers as she came. I slowly withdrew my hand and flipped on the water to wash. I was squirting soap onto my hand when she wrapped her arms around me and reached for my belt buckle.
“What are you doing?” I breathed.
“Getting fucked.” She started removing my pants while I dug a condom out of my pocket.
I unwrapped the rubber and covered my cock before turning to face her. She grabbed my face and pulled me down into a hard kiss. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as I lifted her onto the counter. Rather than let her legs wrap around me, I slid my arms under her knees and spread her wide as I shoved all the way into her in one thrust.
She moaned against my mouth, and her hands dug into my hair, tugging roughly as I rammed into her. The sound of our bodies slamming against each other echoed around the granite and stainless steel kitchen.
It was hard and fast, neither of us wanting to get caught but neither willing to stop.
Within minutes, I pulled her against me as I came while she ground her teeth in an attempt to quiet the cry that was leaving her. When she relaxed and looked at me again, I claimed her mouth with a deep kiss. Then, without a word, I stepped back and helped her down. I pulled up my pants and walked into the half bath that I’d looked at earlier.
