by P. A. Brown
When he withdrew from me I sagged back on the bed. I was no longer cold, and it wasn’t just the heat from the crackling fire that warmed me.
Briefly his fingers trailed over my swollen mouth. He spoke in a low whisper. “If you promise to keep quiet I won’t gag you again. Deal?”
Eagerly I nodded. It was bad enough he tied me up like a side of beef, and kept me in the dark, but to be gagged too, made it all that much worse. But then I grew apprehensive again as he left my side.
He moved around to the end of the bed and grasping my ankles with both hands he pulled me flat on my back. Unable to see him I had no idea what he was doing until I felt his mouth settle over my big toe. I jerked at the wet heat and odd sensation of having each one of my toes sucked until they tingled. The tingling spread, traveling up my nerve endings and settling in my cock. To my horror it swelled and grew embarrassingly hard as his lips and tongue stroked my heel, then my ankle before moving up along my shins and calves. His surprisingly agile fingers stroked the delicate skin behind my knees.
His mouth followed and he left a trail of blistering heat up my leg, edging my knees apart and sliding his tongue and lips up the inside of my thigh. I arched my spine, thrusting my hips up and gasping as his hot breath brushed my stone-hard cock.
But instead of taking me in his mouth he lifted away from me until I couldn’t even feel his breath. I groaned and lifted my pelvis, silently begging him to take me. I was instantly ashamed of the action. Jesus, I couldn’t be responding to this guy. What would David say? David sure as hell wouldn’t give in to this kind of seduction. What was this guy trying to prove anyway? That I was a hopeless slut? To what end?
I felt the bed shift again. This time he turned his attention to my other foot, following the same torturous path as before. I was moaning wordlessly as he inched toward my cock. I screamed in frustration as he bypassed it yet again. This time he wrapped his mouth around my right nipple. An electrical current slammed through me and I writhed on the bed begging him wordlessly to let me come.
But he wasn’t done yet. He traced a volcanic path to my left nipple then moved up to my mouth.
“Do you want me to release you?” he whispered against my lips. “Say the word and I’ll let you go right now. Your call.”
I shook my head violently. “No.” I don’t know if I meant ‘no’ let me go, or ‘no’ don’t stop.
He took it to mean the latter and pressed his mouth against my throat. He slid down my length. This time I opened my legs for him without prompting and he moved between then, slipping his hands up under my thighs and lifting my legs up to expose me completely. I was drenched in sweat and shaking violently.
When he pressed his mouth against my puckered hole my entire body went rigid. My heart stopped and the air burst from my lungs in a deep groan. He probed my hole briefly then slipped his tongue between my balls, taking each one in his mouth and gently rolling them around before letting them plop out to leave a wet smear along my thigh. His tongue slithered around my cock, soaking me with his saliva. Finally his hot mouth closed over my cock and he swallowed me to the root. He held my hips in his iron grip as I writhed under him.
With a shout I blew my load. I swear I blacked out while my body emptied itself into his mouth.
Then he was gone. I swung my head around, holding my breath while I tried to trace his movements in the room. Finally I heard the rustle of material and the clump of boot heels tumbling to the floor. Second later his weight settled on the bed and he stretched his now naked body alongside mine. His chest was thick with hair and muscle and he pressed me down into the bed. He smelled of soap and smoke and a cologne I had never smelled before. I inhaled deeply, thinking someone ought to bottle that combination.
Or maybe they had and that’s why he smelled so much like David. Except David wore Kenneth Cole.
But God, this guy felt so much like David I almost wept. It wasn’t fair. His mouth moved along my throat and inched up toward my mouth. Our thighs pressed together. He was hard again.
Finally his mouth came down on mine. His tongue teased my lips and I opened up to him. Our tongues tangled and fought while his hands skimmed my body. His fingers slipped between my legs and when he slid one digit up my ass I thrust eagerly against his hand.
“You like that?” he whispered. “Then let’s try this.”
He eased between my thighs, raising my legs over his shoulders.
When he probed my hole with his massive cock I sank my teeth into my lips at the sharp pain. I wanted to shout at him— Where the hell is your condom? Only David had ever ridden me bareback. But the words wouldn’t come. He pressed on, biting my throat as he penetrated me, then smothering the area with hot kisses. The pain receded, replaced by a growing heat in my gut. God, he was so big and he filled me so completely.
He didn’t pause until his balls came to rest against my tailbone. By then we were both gasping for breath.
He wrapped my legs around his sweating back and urged me on with a voice now hoarse with lust and need.
Need drove us, thrashing furiously on the bed we growled and shouted as the pressure mounted. He pounded into me, harder and faster with each savage piston stroke. He cried out and I felt him throb inside me. His teeth worried my throat and for the first time he whispered words of passion against my hot, slick skin.
He shouted my name as his cock exploded inside me.
In response I came, blasting come across my stomach and chest, smearing it over both of us as I clung to him, my legs still wrapped around his hips, his cock still deep inside me. My mouth was on his, sharing our shattered breaths.
He shivered against me. Reaching over my head he did something to the cuffs and the next instant my arms were free. I rubbed my wrists then placed them over his back, cradling him in my exhausted arms.
But he wasn’t done. Next he slipped off the blindfold and I stared up into his green-flecked eyes.
“Wow,” David murmured in a normal voice. “You almost make all the work worthwhile.”
“You!” I scrambled upright away from him, crashing into the headboard I had so recently been cuffed to. I slammed my fist into his fur-covered chest. “What the hell are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you for another week.”
He withdrew his still semi-hard cock from me and turned me around to face him. Over his sweat-soaked shoulder I could see the fire he had started earlier.
“So much for not gagging you. I think I liked you better when you were silent.”
So I hit him again.
He caught me in a bone-crushing hug, though I’m not sure it wasn’t self-preservation that made him do it as opposed to lust. I can be a bitch when I’m pissed. And I was definitely on the rag tonight—or this morning, however you choose to look at it. I glanced at my watch, which only reminded me that it was sitting on my bedside dresser back in L.A.
“You could have at least grabbed some damned clothes. I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
“Oh settle down, hon. I had Des pack up some things this afternoon while you were at work. They’re out in the car.” He renewed his assault on my body and I couldn’t help but respond. Nobody did to me what David did. And the damn thing was, he knew it, too. Curse his miserable black heart. It was like even when I thought he was a stranger my body had known otherwise. “We can get them later,” David murmured, dusting my chest with feather light kisses. My big strong bear must have been eating his Wheaties. He was already hard again. My skin grew marbled with goose bumps and it had nothing to do with being cold.
“You can get them later.” I sniffed, not willing to concede the game to him just yet. “I’m not going anywhere like this.”
“Good,” he said. “Just like I want you. Barefoot and naked in bed. All greased up and ready for me.”
David grinned down at me. As though to remind me of just how ready I was, he slid a stiff finger up my ass that was still oozing his come. I squeezed my legs together, locking his hand in place. I squirmed to pu
sh him in further.
“Didn’t you miss me, even a little bit?” he asked.
I wasn’t going to be mollified that easily. The prick had scared me. “Don’t tell me you went AWOL. Is the SWAT team going to come busting down that door?”
David’s grin was devilish and seductive as hell. His finger wiggled inside me.
“Well?” I growled. I was flushed with desire.
His grin never slipped. “I’m afraid I wasn’t exactly truthful. The conference only lasted a week. It ended early this afternoon. I caught the first flight home. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Surprise? Is that what you call dragging me out of a warm bed in the middle of the night through the freezing cold? You scare the shit out of me—” I froze as it hit me. “And you lied to me?”
“You sorry I came back early?”
I opened my mouth to berate him some more. But I remembered how he had made me feel as he drove me mad with mouth and his hands and his delicious cock. How could I resent someone who would go to such lengths to do that? He drew me against him and I took advantage of his closeness to tweak a nipple.
I caught a whiff of that unfamiliar cologne again.
“What the devil are you wearing anyway? Since when did you give up Kenneth Cole?”
“They were giving away samples at this mall we stopped in for lunch. I knew you’d recognize me instantly if I wore my regular stuff. I borrowed the hotel soap too.” He nuzzled my right nipple, biting me gently. I moaned. “I could switch if you like it.”
“No, I gasped. “Don’t bother. Where are we anyway?”
“Big Bear. I didn’t lie about taking the two weeks off. I booked this cabin for us for a week.”
“A week?” I sat up. “I can’t stay up here a week. I have clients—”
“Already taken care of. Becky’s going to handle all your work for the next week. Besides,” His grin widened and grew mischievous. “I’ve got you at a bit of a disadvantage.” He waggled the blindfold overhead. “You won’t get far with just this covering you. They’re predicting snow tonight.”
I glared at him. “That is so not fair.”
He leaned forward and trailed his wet mouth across my smooth chest, flicking his tongue over my other nipple, which instantly swelled and hardened. “Haven’t you heard, all’s fair in love and war.”
“You are so dead, mister.”
“Yeah, but what a way to go.” He dropped the blindfold on my chest. “Come on, if it’ll make you feel any better you can do a little role reversal.”
I licked my lips and stared down at my rapidly rising cock. I scooped up the blindfold. “What kind of role reversal?”
He guided my hands to his face where I shakily secured the blindfold.
“Why don’t you decide that?” He groaned as I wrapped my fist around his cock. “You’re in charge, after all.”
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