by Shane, Riley
“You can go ahead. I want to grab a quick shower before we go. The oil kind of sunk into my skin while I was cooking.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Good idea. Twenty minutes?”
Now it was his turn to snort. “Ten.”
* * * *
Although our dinner out at my favorite burger place overlooking the river was pleasant, all through the meal I was debating over which fantasy to have Devlin open that night. When I’d first agreed to the bargain, I hadn’t expected to look forward to each night’s “gift” so much. Sex with Devlin had always been, well, orgasmicly good, so I hadn’t thought there’d be that big a difference when we’d started to experiment. Yet the first three nights had shown me just how appealing adding a bit of spice could be. It wasn’t even so much the acts themselves—though the fun we had with the cuffs, rope, mousse, and plug was not something I would discount—but rather the closeness it brought. In exposing my fantasies, trusting Devlin, I felt…free.
“What’s going through that mischievous mind of yours?” Devlin asked me as we entered my apartment.
“Mischievous, huh?”
“You’ve got that smile. The ‘up to something’ smile.”
“I was just thinking about tonight’s fantasy.”
“Shit, I was half-hard all morning and half the afternoon thinking about using that wax on you.”
“What?” I grabbed the two packages off the table, and sure enough, the tape had been slit and carefully re-taped on one of them. “You opened it?”
Devlin raised his hands in the air in surrender. “Hey, you were passed out last night. I had to see if I could incorporate one of my fantasies with one of yours. As it turned out, the wax was perfect.” He shot me a devilish grin. “Aren’t you curious?”
I’d planned to use the wax on him, but at his words, my nipples tightened under my layers of clothing. Mouth dry, it took me two tries to get an answer out. “Yeah, I am. I, uh, had some notes in there. Just a few precautions, mostly common sense but good reminders. Safety’s not sexy by nature, but—”
“It’s far less sexy for one of us to be burned,” Devlin finished for me. “I read the notes.” Nodding his head toward the box, he said, “Bedroom. Thirty seconds. I’ll get my surprise.”
I practically ran into my bedroom, and with the practicality born of an innkeeper, I pulled an old sheet out from where I’d stored it under the bed and covered my bed. I might be up for almost any kind of sexy adventure with Devlin, but high thread counts didn’t come cheap, and I wasn’t about to risk ruining a good set of sheets.
I heard Devlin come up behind me a second before the clink of something on my nightstand grabbed my attention. A glass of ice cubes. To accompany the wax? Oh. I shuddered. That’s going to be good.
Devlin pulled off my jacket and tossed it onto the trunk at the end of my bed. Rather than face him, I slowly slid my sweater off, teasing him by refusing to turn around. I shivered when he ran his tongue along my nape and tilted my head to the side to give him better access. His hands delved into the cups of my bra and pinched my already hard nipples. My pussy tingled in reaction, and my hands weren’t quite as steady as I’d have liked when I unhooked my bra.
Bare from the waist up, I finally faced him. Devlin’s eyes were dark with lust, and I wanted to curl into him. First, however, he needed to lose the clothes. I started to slide his jacket off him, but he made a sound of annoyance and hurriedly undressed himself, throwing his discarded clothes wherever before attacking what was left of mine.
Naked, we tumbled onto the bed, limbs tangled, mouths clashing. I was ready for fast and hard, more than ready, but Devlin suddenly backed off. I opened my eyes and saw him shaking his head.
“What is it?”
“You’re not getting off that easy. Hands and knees, Naya.”
Hearing those words made me think back to two nights ago, and my core clenched at the memory. I did as he asked, and Devlin smoothed my hair over one shoulder. I closed my eyes and listened to him open his gift. Unless he’d added something else when he’d opened it earlier, there’d be an unscented white paraffin pillar candle, some massage oil, a towel, a box of matches, a page of notes, and, of course, a couple of condoms in the box.
I sighed in contentment when Devlin drizzled massage oil on my back. The flash of arousal that caused turned into a slow, steady thrum that wound its way through every part of my body as he worked the oil across my back and down to my ass, kneading muscles I hadn’t known were carrying any tension. The roughness of his hands and the smoothness of the massage oil worked in tandem to wreak havoc on my senses. I had a great weakness for contrasting sensations, and he knew it.
I wanted to sink down onto my stomach, but a combination of willpower and curiosity kept me in the stance Devlin had requested.
When his hands left me, I whimpered. Then I heard the match striking the box, and I quieted, a combination of nerves and anticipation silencing me. My back had never been an erogenous zone before, but I was willing to see if Devlin could make it one.
The first drop of warm wax took me by surprise, and I jerked in reaction.
“Too hot?”
“No” was my automatic answer. Then I stopped and actually listened to what my body was telling me. “No, it’s not too hot,” I repeated, sure this time.
When a second, then a third drop hit me between the shoulder blades, I arched into the pleasurable sensation. Devlin continued to trail drops down my spine, each hit of wax making me clench my fists tighter into the sheet beneath me.
Just as I was really getting into it, he stopped. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw him grab an ice cube from the glass from the table. I’d forgotten about the ice. Where was he going to—Oh. My body seemed to catch on before my brain did, excitement a living, electric sensation zipping along my nerves to center at my core.
Using his right hand to manipulate the candle, Devlin reached beneath me with his left hand and touched my left nipple with the ice cube. I let out an involuntary shriek at the disparate temperatures, knocking back into Devlin. He dropped the ice cube but managed to keep from burning either one of us with the candle.
“Easy there,” he said with a laugh. “You okay?”
I blew out a breath and went back to my hands and knees. “Sorry about that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Fortunately for me, he didn’t. Heated wax on my back, dripping ice gliding over my breasts—Devlin never kept to a pattern that would allow me to predict his next move. I finally gave up and simply let myself savor the dueling sensations.
When he stopped, I whimpered. I hadn’t gotten my fill, not even close. Why was he stopping?
“Turn over, Naya.”
Wax cracked as I turned around and lay on my back, and I wiggled a bit, liking how it felt when the wax lifted off my skin.
“Do I have to tie you up again?” Devlin teased. “Stay still.”
He’d put the candle on the nightstand and picked up the massage oil again. I moaned when he smoothed those clever hands over my stomach and up to my breasts. My skin, still cold from the ice, heated up under his ministrations, but it was the way his slick finger glided over my nipples that had my full attention. My nipples were stiff from the ice, and when Devlin plucked and rolled the buds, pleasure rocketed through me, making my pussy gush. Uncaring if I left marks, I grabbed his arms, digging my nails into his skin.
Devlin released my breasts and pulled my hands from him, placing them on the bed. A warning glance from him had me keeping them there.
I tracked his movements as Devlin wiped his hands on the sheet, then picked up the candle once more, holding it high above me. Even though I could guess what he planned to do, I held my breath.
It whooshed out of me at the first hit of wax, which landed exactly on my right nipple. If I’d thought the ice and Devlin’s massage oil torment had made me immune to the effect of more sensation in that area, I was wrong. The wax was a piercing pleasure, hot enough to create a lightning-s
harp sensation, but not so hot it burned. I fisted the sheet in my hands, trying not to writhe beneath him as a second drop of wax hit my left nipple. Before I could process anything, a third, fourth, fifth drop landed on my areolae.
He circled my breasts with a path of wax, drawing it down to my stomach, then back up. The wax on my nipples had formed a shell, so when he pulled the wax free and immediately dropped another hit of wax in the same spot, I let out a short scream. Devlin only laughed and then repeated the action on the other side.
Had I really wanted more of this? Now I needed the torment to end. I had to come.
Then Devlin blew out the candle and swiped his hand down from between my breasts to my stomach. The cooled wax over the massage oil crumbled under the pressure, and he wiped it off me.
Finally. Finally he’d stop tormenting me and let me come. I could see his erection, stiff and dripping precum. He had to be hurting as much as I.
Apparently he was made of sterner stuff. That, or the pleasure he took in making me want to beg him for an orgasm outweighed his own need to come.
He grabbed another ice cube and trailed it down my body from breastbone to clit. I bucked my hips up when the ice touched my entrance, then bit down on my lip as he circled my vagina.
No. He’s not going to—
He pushed the ice inside me.
The pure shock of cold to my heated core sent my system into overdrive. I grabbed for Devlin, dragging his mouth to mine. When he reached down and slipped two fingers inside me to play with the rapidly melting ice, I lost any willingness to wait. I rode his hand as hard as I could, slamming down onto his fingers again and again until I climaxed.
He kept his fingers inside me until the tremors stopped, then started the trembling all over again when he lifted his fingers, wet with my juices, to his lips and sucked. I wanted him all over again. But first…
I pushed against his shoulder until he got the message and reversed our positions. I could feel the wax cracking and falling off me everywhere it still was, but I couldn’t have cared less at the moment. Grabbing a rapidly melting ice cube, I licked it a couple of times, then straddled Devlin’s thighs, leaned forward, and put my mouth on the dark disk of his nipple. He flinched at the cold, but the erection prodding my stomach told me he wasn’t turned off by the ice play. I repeated the action on the other side of his chest, then slowly trailed the ice down the length of his torso, stopping at his navel before reversing my path. The ice was mostly liquid by this point, so I used another cube to keep my hands cold, then ran them up his thighs while I took his cock in my now warm mouth.
Precum hit my tongue immediately; apparently, I wasn’t the only one who liked the warring of heat and cold. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deep while I traced my cold fingertips along his inner thighs, backing off when I moved the cold to the outer part of his leg. It was surprisingly hard to concentrate on doing both when I was aching to have him inside me.
Devlin beat me to the punch. With a sharp oath, he pulled away from my mouth and hands and sat up.
“Where’s the damn condom?”
I didn’t know where he’d tossed the ones I’d put in the box, but I took one from my nightstand. As soon as he was covered, I was on him, plunging down onto his erection. Devlin lifted his knees, and I lay back against them, loving the way the shift in angle caused his cock to kiss my favorite spot. I had little leverage, but Devlin took control, gripping my hips tightly as he shafted my pussy over and over again.
Anticipation and arousal mixed, and I rose higher and higher.
“Touch your clit.”
A few firm strokes over the swollen nub, and I went over the edge. Devlin groaned loudly and shot into the condom. Suddenly, I wished it wasn’t separating us. I wanted him in me.
In the aftermath, Devlin lowered his legs and slipped out of me. I moved just enough to claim my own space on the bed, and we lay there, breathing heavily, for a few minutes. Finally, I managed to force myself out of bed, aided, no doubt, by the not so sexy feeling of peeling wax over massage oil. Devlin watched me through shuttered lids but made no move to get off the bed until I smacked his foot.
Yawning, he rolled to his feet and obliged my unspoken request to take the dirty sheet off the bed. I bundled it up to deal with the next day. Since Devlin had picked up the rest of the items we’d used and stacked them neatly on the trunk at the foot of my bed, I shot him a sly grin and nodded toward the shower. He started for me, that lightning-quick grin on his face, but I stopped him when I noticed something odd about the ice in the glass he still held.
“What happened to the ice?” I took the glass from him. The ice cubes were oddly shaped.
“It melted. Ice does that.” He lowered his voice, as if imparting a great secret. “Ice is really frozen water.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t bother to reply to that comment. “I was talking about the shape.”
“Oh, that. The ice maker in the B and B’s kitchen is broken, and your antiquated fridge up here doesn’t have one. Nor do you have ice trays. I borrowed these from Jon earlier today. They are—or rather, were—shaped like Darth Vader’s head.”
“Of course they were.” I thought back to the sex dream gone wrong that had been the precursor to everything that had happened between Devlin and me of late. “Things like to come full circle in a messed-up way, don’t they?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”
I set the glass down. “I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Works for me,” he replied before sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me to the shower.
Apparently it didn’t take much to appease his curiosity. But that was fine by me. Hygiene, after all, was important.
Or, at least, it was always a good excuse for initiating shower sex.
Chapter Eleven
On Thursday, I was woken out of a sound sleep by a smack on my ass.
I jerked up and turned to see Devlin grinning at me from the other side of the bed.
“What the hell was that for?”
“Good morning. You slept right through that very obnoxious alarm of yours, so I took care of breakfast service on my own. Guests have been fed and sent on their merry way for the day. It’s cold out, so dress warmly.”
“Dress…warmly… What?”
Devlin pointed at the coffee cup and muffin on the nightstand. “Fuel up. We’re going for a run. It’s overcast and dry out now, but I checked the weather, and it’s supposed to start raining late this afternoon. I’ve got to get something from my car before we go.”
With that, he left. And because he’d brought me coffee and a warm muffin, I smiled and got out of bed to dress for running rather than give in to my initial urge to murder him for waking me up to exercise.
* * * *
We took the same route we had on Monday morning, following the North Trail until we reached the fork in the path.
“Right or left?” I asked.
“Right. I like that so few people take it.”
Despite having to watch out for tree roots or slipping in mud, I preferred the relative quiet of the less popular trail as well.
When we approached the picnic table we used as our halfway marker, Devlin stopped jogging and hopped up to sit on the top of the table. We rehydrated quickly, but Devlin didn’t seem to be in any hurry to turn around and go back. He leaned back on his elbows and looked around. Then he grinned.
“What are you smiling about?”
“We’re alone.”
“Very observant of you.” I rolled my eyes and bent over to retie my shoelaces. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Devlin checking out my ass. I smirked. “Like what you see?”
“You have to ask?”
I straightened, then leaned over him to steal a quick kiss. He surprised me by wrapping his hand around my ponytail and holding me in place before deepening the kiss. When he released me, he unzipped his jacket pocket and pulled out a length of black fabric.
“Do you have any objections to me claiming this night’s fantasy a bit early?”
I looked around, suddenly aware of why he’d picked this trail. It was a weekday, and there weren’t a lot of people on the trails at this hour, but that didn’t mean people couldn’t decide to run or bike by where we were at any moment.
“Now? Out here?”
Devlin nodded.
My pulse rate picked up, a logical reaction for someone who’d never had any exhibitionist fantasies, but I grew wet as well.
Slowly—likely giving me time to protest—Devlin got off the picnic table and drew me to the edge, where he placed my hands on the tabletop and dangled the blindfold before my eyes.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. I shuddered when he tied the black fabric over my eyes, though he barely touched me.
“Keep your hands on the table,” he ordered.
I nodded my assent, my core clenching at the easy way he took charge. The thought that anyone passing by could see us sent butterflies careening through my stomach. Exhibitionism was arousing in theory; the reality, though, might make me feel differently. We’d soon see. Without my sight, I had to trust Devlin to watch out for both of us.
Putting my faith in him, I let go of my worries and enjoyed the slow slide of his hands under the waistband of my pants. My fingers dug into the wood of the table when Devlin stroked just the tip of his finger over my clit. The tight fabric of my running pants didn’t give him much room to maneuver, but Devlin didn’t seem to be having any trouble. Making a V with two fingers, he split open my labia, rubbing up and down even as the seam of my pants tortured my aching clit. I yelped, and Devlin nipped my earlobe.
“Sssh. You don’t want anyone coming to see what’s going on, do you? We can still be heard from the main path.”
Would someone hear us and come investigate? Oh God, what if they did? Devlin was sliding my pants down even now, baring half of me to any curious onlookers. It should have turned me off.
Instead, I thrust my hips back in an open invitation for more.
My pants and underwear were around my ankles now, and Devlin was no longer pressed up behind me. Was he taking his cock out? Simply studying me? I listened for clues, the images running through my mind causing wetness to seep out of me. Was his long, olive-toned hand jacking up and down his cock while he watched me spread my legs as far as I was able? Was he going to take my pussy? My ass? I needed to know.
