Dean laughed when something cold clicked around his wrist. “Are you serious?”
She pushed his head back into the pillow and grabbed his other arm. “Shut up.”
Another click ratcheted through the air.
Dean jerked on the handcuffs, rocking the headboard. “Oh my God, how much have you had to drink?”
“Not nearly enough,” she said, kicking her heels to the floor.
He tipped his head down when he heard his zipper. Evy looked up at him, a playful gleam in her eyes. She ran a tongue across her lips and sent a hand slithering inside the cave. Dean tensed when her warm fingers coiled around his hard cock.
“Ooh, somebody’s happy to see me.” Carefully, her hand came back out. She brushed his swollen tip across her lips, fueling her adrenaline into a wild frenzy. Her tongue ran up the pink underbelly of his penis, licking him like an ice cream cone, savoring every drop. Dean set his jaw and yanked on the cuffs again, desperate to touch her, to kiss her, to have his way with her.
Their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Dean’s breath came faster, his cock swollen with blood. Evy grinned at his inability to free himself. Her wine-stained tongue swirled lazy circles around his bulbous head before slipping him into her mouth. He arched his back as she swallowed him to the base. Evy pulled her lips up his shaft and thrust them back down, picking up steam with each successive stroke, polishing his cock with her warm saliva.
He groaned through gritted teeth, squirming on the bed with his hands outstretched above him.
After a few heavenly minutes, Evy pulled his hard-on from her smeared lips with a loud pop. Flames danced in her eyes and spread between her legs. She sat up and untied the pink bow, letting her lacey top slide down her plump breasts. Dean pressed his head back into the pillow and chased his breath, watching her every move. She hovered over him and lightly traced his strong jaw line with her finger, rubbing her wetness against his shaft, chocolate waterfalls running over her shoulders. The urge to put him inside overwhelmed her but, somehow, she held off.
Dean tensed against his constraints. “Unlock me.”
“No.”
“I just want to touch you.”
She felt his cock, hot and throbbing, grind against her slippery lips. A high-pitched whimper escaped her and Evy could not help but go faster.
His ravenous eyes followed her erect nipples. He snapped at them and she pulled away with a laugh. Dean gave up and leaned back, resigning to let her have her way with him.
“You want me to put it inside?” she whispered.
He nodded.
“Say it.”
Dean wet his lips. “Put it inside.”
She shook her head no.
“Please.”
She reached down between her legs and took him in her hand, gently stroking him with that look in her eyes. “Do you think you deserve it?”
“I do," he panted, his hands going numb with the loss of blood.
The ghost of a grin curled one corner of her lips. Her hair tickled his face. She let go of his cock and sat back up. “You’re not a very convincing lawyer.”
“Okay, I really, really want you to put my big cock inside your tight little pussy.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Yeah?”
He nodded rapidly.
Evy rubbed her swollen lips against his twitching erection, up and down his pink belly. Her weight pressed down upon him, eyes latched onto his. They kissed hard, trading tongues for what could never be long enough.
He arched his back and tried sticking it inside. Evy rose with his hips, avoiding his advance like a bull rider. “Ah-ah-ah, not yet.”
Her breasts hanged from her negligee for all to see. Dean tried to sit up, desperate to suck on just one nipple. Take it into his mouth and circle it with his tongue before lightly biting down. She loved it when he did that. Surely, she would let him. But she didn’t. Instead, she sat higher in his lap and pulled her hair from her face, feeling his hot iron beneath her.
Dean fell into her warm, green pools - still in awe of her natural beauty. Her aura. Her call. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he wanted her now more than ever before. All of her. Every inch and then some.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she bent closer and reached down between her legs. Her fingers felt amazing as she positioned his cock to where she wanted it the most. He slid inside with ease, her wetness greasing his path. Her face tightened with the intrusion.
“Oh God yeah,” he moaned.
Evy grimaced with a flush of pain, cautiously taking every inch he had to offer. Her fingertips trailed down his chest to his sculpted abs, reading his muscles like brail. She pushed against him with both hands and rose higher in his lap, smoothly sliding back down and repeating it all over again. Her boobs jiggled as she quickened her tempo, riding him faster and watching his face quiver with desire.
The bed bounced with them, the room spinning everything else into the corners of their minds. She tipped her head back and moaned to the ceiling, massaging her breasts with both hands. Dean did his best to help her slam it home on the down strokes, pouring gasoline on the fire raging inside. White spots burst behind his eyelids as their hips slapped together, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
“Oh Dean!” she gasped. “You feel so good.” She clutched her boobs to keep them from crashing together as she rode him harder. “I love it.”
He wanted to touch her with his hands and kiss her with his lips but couldn’t move and it drove him insane. His toes curled inside his dress shoes, his tie beginning to strangle him.
The bed frame had to be close to collapsing. The punishment was relentless, but, somehow, it took it just the same. Just like Dean did. He took every unwavering pounce, determined not to blow before she did. Evy came crashing down again and again, her wet lips stretching around his thick cock, sinuously gliding up and down with single-minded thrusts. His determination began to wane and she could see it in his eyes, hear it in his needy gasps of air.
Her warm breath washed over his face. “Not yet,” she whispered, breasts swinging freely above him. Dean lurched at them again, snapping like a hungry dragon. She pulled back with a shriek, his size sending a shiver down her spine. It was all hers now and she would do with it as she pleased.
She leaned back in the saddle, legs trembling, and reached behind her, cupping his balls, wanting to feel the eruption in her hand.
“Oh shit!” Dean clenched his teeth so tightly he thought they would splinter.
Evy rode him harder, massaging his balls with tender precision, watching him through untamed eyes. “Cum for me, baby.”
He stared deep into her eyes, biting his lower lip until the metallic taste of blood washed over his tongue. Despite that, Dean’s steady gaze remained true, mesmerized by the angelic beauty floating above him. His pulse thudded in the hollow of his throat. It was useless to resist her. Her wish was his command and his cock ballooned inside of her.
“Oh God!” he exclaimed, his face twisting with the hot explosion rippling through his body like high voltage. His body constricted until veins popped out in his neck.
Evy cried out his name and they climaxed together, bodies tensing, toes curling, bed shaking. Her fingers tightened around his balls, feeling their pulsating release, the look in her eyes as wild as he had ever seen. She kept riding, soaking him in, milking him for every pearly drop. After a few moments, the spinning room began to slow, giving them brief glimpses of the long dresser and flat-screen TV against the wall.
Dean’s face finally relaxed along with his toes. Evy finally came to a stop, her chest pounding like hell. They took each other in, one just as transfixed as the other, exchanging a silent understanding that some would never come to know. Legs quivering, Evy dropped her head into Dean’s neck and chased her breath, unable to mutter a single word. It had never been like this before.
Never.
It was something neither could put into words so neither tried. In the end, they cou
ld only lay there and collect their senses, marveling at the miracle that had, once again, just taken them to new heights.
“Wow,” Dean panted, the pain in his wrists flashing again. He flexed his fingers, trying to pump some blood through his pale hands. “The lady upstairs is going to call the cops for sure this time.”
Evy’s breath tickled his ear when she spoke. “What if she did? What would you tell the cops?”
“Me?” he said, trying to sit up. “I’m the one handcuffed to the bed.”
She sat up, her sweet laughter filling the room. “Guess I better get my story straight before they get here.”
“You also might want to put on some pants.” He tipped his chin down to admire her curvy ass and slender legs. “On second thought, scratch that.” He tried sitting up again and Evy shoved him back to the bed.
“So antsy,” she said, her voice as soft as the fingers caressing his pecs.
Dean smiled. He could feel their love in everything they did, from the smallest of things – like holding hands on a walk along the lake – to the times like this. There was no question fate had brought them together. It was euphoric to say the least and the idea of it never happening was hard to swallow. He shuddered at the thought of giving up last year when Megan and her idiot father had tried their best to destroy something that, ultimately, was bigger than them all. Dean was a true believer that opportunity always came disguised as hard work but last year took that to a whole new level. They were stronger now and neither could deny it. He exhaled a contented breath, momentarily forgetting the numbness creeping down his arms.
With that dreamy-after-sex look melted into her face, Evy’s fingers strolled the valleys and peaks of his chest with a longing that would never tire. Dean Jacobs was a country of his own, one that would take her the rest of her life to explore. “What are you thinking about?”
His tongue swept across his lips, chest still thumping. “I’m thinking my hands are tingling pretty bad. Can you unlock me?”
Her eyes thinned. “You say the sweetest things, Dean Jacobs.”
“I’m serious, Evy.”
She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “Oh alright, I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said, summoning the energy to dig around in the night stand next to her. A low groan rolled from her as she pushed things around inside the drawer. Her wine glass shook on top, the crimson liquid vibrating as if a giant’s footsteps were fast approaching from somewhere off in the distance.
Dean watched her rear end bob in the air beneath the short teddy. She was giving him a good show on purpose and it made him grin.
Her hand stopped inside the drawer. “Uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh what?”
“I could’ve sworn…” she said under her breath, trailing off to dig in again.
He sat up and leaned against the padded headboard, desperate to get his heart above his stinging hands which were now white as ghosts. “Don’t even kid around.”
“They were right here.”
“Come on, Evy, I’ve got an itch on the tip of my nose.”
She laughed, rattling items around. A mini-flashlight, batteries, the remote for the ceiling fan, lube, all slid from side to side in the drawer. She slammed it shut and crawled over him to his side of the bed.
His mouth lunged for her breasts as she passed over him, still just out of reach. He sank against the headboard. “I can’t feel my hands,” he panted, exaggerating his suffering. “Water.”
“I’m looking,” she calmly replied, rifling through the other nightstand.
“What if there was a fire right now? I’d be screwed.”
She paused to glance over her shoulder at him. “Don’t worry, I’d spray you down with a hose.”
His brow folded. “I don’t have a hose! This is a condo.”
Evy raised her head and sniffed at the air, eyes thinning. “You smell smoke?”
“You’re not funny.”
She shot him a mischievous grin and returned to the drawer, butt swinging in the air, things rattling around.
Even though the pain was now blooming past his elbows, more than anything he wanted set free so he could ravage her body with his mouth and hands. Kiss her and touch her and drink her in until he got his fill. Her bare ass danced in the air, demanding his attention. Dean licked his lips, her sexiness reducing the pain to a pestering gnat.
“Got em!” she cried, leaning back on her haunches. Her face stiffened when her rear end found his stiffness. “Oh my, somebody’s ready for round two.”
“Unlock me and I’ll tell you who.”
Evy dangled the keys over him, deliberately brushing her swollen nipples across his lips. She jumped back with a high-pitched shriek when his teeth snapped. “No biting!”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“Last night I was drunk.”
The cuffs clicked open and Dean released a pent-up breath, immediately scratching his nose and then massaging his wrists.
“Oh, you poor baby,” Evy purred, curling up next to him.
She screamed when he flipped her onto her back and pinned her wrists to the mattress. She laughed and struggled against him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Now, we’ll see how you like it,” he said, clicking a cuff around her right wrist.
“Dean, no.” She fought him with her free hand, giggling wildly. “This was my idea!”
He used both hands to finish cuffing her to the bed and then reach down between them. A maniacal grin stretched his lips as he rubbed his dick around her swollen clitoris. “Your turn, gorgeous.”
Evy tipped her head back into the pillow and moaned, loving the way he felt against her, the way he looked at her. Her voice trembled when she spoke. “What if there’s a fire?”
“There is.” He slid inside, warmth spilling over him. “And I’m about to put it out.”
She jerked on the cuffs when he went in deep, rocking the headboard against the wall.
Chapter Four
Evy flushed the toilet and avoided the mirror while washing her hands. Her hair must look like she had been in an EF5 tornado. And she had. She could only imagine what her eye shadow must look like. She turned off the light and staggered back into the bedroom, smoothing her hair and squinting with the sunlight slipping through the windows.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, dispelling her insecurities in a single bound.
She climbed back in bed and snuggled up against him, pulling a white sheet over them. “I can barely walk.”
He laughed and pulled her close, kissing her on the head. She toyed with his chest hairs as they shared a comfortable silence in the morning’s early light. Sometimes words could only get in the way.
After a few minutes, Dean finally spoke. “So…what was up with last night?”
“What do you mean?”
“Ya know, the handcuffs and stuff. That’s not usually your modus operandi.”
She shrugged an indifferent shoulder. “Just thought it would be fun to…spice things up a bit. Just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean we have to throw in the towel.”
He turned to face her and the bed sheet slid down his chest like a wall of mountain snow. “I agree.”
“Did you like it?”
Dean gave her a warm smile. “I did.”
“But?”
“But nothing.”
She held his steady gaze.
“Look, if you want me to...” He ran a hand through his dangling brown bangs, “pull the plug on the bachelor party, I will. I’m not sold on the whole thing anyway.”
A smile traveled across her lips in the sunshine. “I’m not worried about that, Dean, and you know it.”
He took her cheek in his palm. “The only thing you have to worry about tonight is me coming home smelling like a can of sardines.”
Evy scrunched her nose up. “I may have to handcuff you to the shower tonight.”
He smiled and planted a soft kiss on her lips before growing qu
iet again, running two fingers up and down her arm. They hadn’t spent a lot of time talking about Richie but Dean often wondered about him. Wondered how he could have squandered such an amazing woman for one night with a stripper. Dean snorted. She must have been one hot stripper.
“What?”
He shook his head.
Evy sat up and leaned on an elbow. “Now you have to tell me.”
He released a heavy breath. “I was just thinking about what’s his name.”
“Richie?”
Dean nodded. “I can’t believe you almost married him.”
She sank back into the pillow. “I’m just glad I found out who he really was beforehand.”
“Me too.”
She sighed, running a hand back and forth across his chest. “I can’t believe we bought a house.”
“I know, I can’t wait to move in.”
“I’m going to have a garden and a dog and a fire pit.” She snuggled up closer to him. “I’ll probably never leave the house.”
Dean kissed her on the forehead. “Anything else you want?”
“A Jacuzzi and four kids.”
His head snapped around to her, his face souring. “Are you nuts?”
Evy laughed, her finger circling his nipple.
“Do you know how much maintenance a Jacuzzi is?”
She laughed even harder.
They shared a few more seconds of blissful quiet before Evy spoke again.
“You don’t really want four kids do you? Because I may be out after two. Maybe even one.”
Dean’s pearly whites glimmered when he smiled. “Whatever you want, sweet lips, you get.”
She leaned on an elbow, her lips curling upward just before she gave him a gentle peck on the lips. “Did you think you’d ever get married?” She paused for a moment, reflecting on the past. “And I mean married to someone you actually loved.”
His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it. “Part of me could always see myself with a family, sipping hot chocolate and playing board games by the fire. But the other part…”
“Saw you having a threesome with blond twins?”
His lips flattened. “Don’t be ridiculous. They were brunettes.”
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