“God,” she cried. “I’m sorry.”
“Too late,” I told her, getting off her chest and instantly tying her legs down, and forcing them to remain open by tying the silk rope just above her knees.
She cried out and instantly tested her bonds, and I smiled at the flush of pleasure that crawled up her chest to encompass her face.
Once she was fully secure and open to the camera, I remounted her and added more whipped cream to the nearly melted mess on her chest.
She didn’t try to shift this time, but I felt her belly tighten beneath my ass cheeks.
Smiling, I pressed my cock down to her chest, and cupped her breasts to surround my dick.
The instant warmth and slickness had me groaning as my cock slid between the pretty pink tipped mounds and through the channel I’d made of her tits.
I moved my cock in and out, my eyes closing as I thrust and felt myself start to barrel toward orgasm.
The moment I felt my balls start to draw up, I leaned forward and used my index finger to outline her lips, causing her mouth to open.
My spine started to tingle, and my breathing started to become choppy.
The second I knew I was about to blow, I lifted July’s head and shoved past her breasts straight into her open mouth.
The moment that hot little tongue pressed against my cock, I started to come.
“Swallow it all,” I grunted.
She moaned and took my release into her throat, swallowing it down and sucking me dry.
“Stop,” I pleaded once I was able to recover. “Ah, God. It’s sensitive.”
Her head fell back against the pillow.
“Your turn now,” I told her.
She smiled at me, and her breathing picked up at thoughts of what was to come.
I didn’t usually come as fast as I just had, but it was so fucking hot that I couldn’t seem to help myself.
I started descending her body, coming to a stop when my mouth was hovering just over her pussy lips. “Might want to grab hold of those ropes for a few minutes.”
Then I nabbed my can of whipped cream and had some dessert.
***
She squirmed as she watched me licking her pussy clean of the whipped cream, her hips shifting restlessly against my lap as she sought out more contact.
Sadly, my real life cock wasn’t feeling relief like my homemade-porn cock was, and I shifted July on my lap, instantly regretting it as my cock pressed painfully between her belly and my thigh.
It didn’t care that I was practically cutting off the circulation to it.
The fucker had a mind of his own and was seeking out her pussy.
My hand that was resting on her ass squeezed in reaction, and I shifted it until my fingers were in line with the crack of her ass.
She shivered in anticipation, but I stilled my hand, waiting for the next part of the movie to start, the part where we’d get to the real action.
The moment my fingers breached her on the TV, I did it in real life, causing a gasp to slip free of her lips.
She lifted her hips in reaction, pushing back into me to force me to go deeper, and I pushed down with my fingers, telling her in no uncertain terms that she needed to stop.
She did.
Instantly.
We stayed like that, watching us on the screen, while my fingers gently stroked and petted her in real life.
While onscreen I untied July’s legs and laid back on the bed, in real time I shifted July so she was sitting up, her back to my front, in my lap with her thighs draped over my spread legs.
“Please,” she whispered.
I smiled and reached for the condom on the couch beside us, then quickly rolled it on my cock.
My on-screen self ordered July to straddle him backwards, and she followed directions just like she had moments before.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass,” my voice came from the TV.
July tensed, both onscreen and in real life, and I smiled as I pushed her flat on her belly, her breasts brushing along the hair on my legs.
“I haven’t…” she started. “Not in a year.”
“You been using your plug?” I asked her.
I’d told her to use it every single day, and she’d been religious about using it, never sure when I’d want her ass.
We’d been broken up for a year, though. If she hadn’t been using it, then what I had planned likely wouldn’t be possible.
But then a single, hesitant word left her lips, and my belly tightened in anticipation.
“Yes.”
That single word was about to make both of our nights a hell of a lot better.
I growled, then reached for the lube that was next to me.
It was warm now, having been laying against my side for the last twenty minutes, therefore it wasn’t a shock when I squirted some of it directly onto her asshole.
“Oh, God,” her voice quivered. “You’re going to kill me.”
I laughed darkly as I started to circle that small rosette with my finger, thankful now for the lighting in my living room that gave me a perfect view of July’s most intimate places.
The minute my index finger breached her hole, her body went completely slack, and I grinned.
“You remember,” I purred, letting my other hand trail lightly over her behind.
She nodded her head against my leg and I gave her a squeeze as I pushed my finger in and out of her asshole.
“Two?” I asked her after the fifth stroke.
She nodded.
I circled my second finger around that tight rosebud, then slowly inched it inside.
She stiffened slightly, but otherwise let me work her, and pride worked through me.
I’d been July’s first anal experience, and at first, it hadn’t gone so well.
She’d been tense as hell, and it’d taken a lot of coaxing and work to get her to relax enough to let me in.
The moment she’d relaxed and given me the control, though, she’d enjoyed the hell out of the experience.
As had I.
When two fingers morphed to three, then three to four, I reached for my last item on the couch and slowly disengaged my fingers from inside of her.
Once I had the vibrating cock ring in position with the ring at the base of my cock, I picked up the lube, and fully coated my cock.
“Up on your knees,” I ordered. “High as you can get.”
She did as I asked, pushing up and using my thighs as leverage to position her high above my length.
“Sit down,” I told her.
She lowered slowly, and I hurried to line my cock up with her entrance at her eagerness for me to be inside of her.
The moment she felt the tip of my cock she froze in place.
“Push out,” I urged her.
She pushed out and started to sink slowly down, her shout of excitement bursting free of her chest as my cock head popped through the first ring of muscle.
The moment my cock head was in, she froze.
I wouldn’t let her, though.
Placing my hands on her hips, I urged her down.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered brokenly. “What are you doing to me?”
I chuckled as I watched her take me the exact same way on the screen.
“Jesus,” I hissed once her ass fully engulfed me.
July’s breathing started to come in pants, and my hands on her hips tightened almost painfully.
My cock was about to burst from pleasure.
Thankful for the ring around the base of my cock that was keeping me from coming, I let my head fall back to the couch at my back and closed my eyes, feeling every sensation there was to feel.
“Ride me,” I rasped.
She held onto my hands at her hips and started to ride me, doing a damn fine job of it, too.
Somewhere in the back of the house my pager started to sound, the high pitched bleep not even enough to take
me out of what I was feeling.
It obviously didn’t bother July either, seeing as she started to ride me faster.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I’m going to come.”
Her ass clenched around my cock, and my eyes squeezed shut as I saw stars behind my closed lids.
My legs came off the coffee table in front of me to plant on the floor for more leverage as I started to lift my hips up to meet her downward glides.
When her fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of my wrists, I felt the cum in my balls start to boil.
Once she yelled and I felt the orgasm roll over her, mine immediately followed, shooting out of me with barely any warning.
She collapsed against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her middle to hold her to me, both of us breathing quickly as we came down off one of the most intense sexual experiences of our lives.
My eyes went to the screen where I was doing the same thing to her there as I was in real life, and I felt contentment flow through me.
“Your pager,” she whispered. “It’s still going off.”
My eyes fell closed once again, and I reluctantly lifted her up and off of me.
My cock was still hard due to the ring around the base, and I grimaced when I slid it off and the blood flow returned to normal.
“Think that’s too tight,” I admitted to her as I dropped it to the floor.
She looked at the thing like it was an alien.
“Where’d you get that?” she questioned as she leaned down and picked it up.
“There’s a sex toy shop in Uncertain,” I started.
“Uncertain Pleasures?” she asked. “Griffin’s wife owns it.”
I snorted.
“Oh yeah, I know that,” I told her as I made my way to my bedroom to check my pager. “I saw them making out in the store when I walked in.”
July’s laugh had a smile stretching across my face, but it quickly died when I read the page.
“July…” I started to call out, but her hand on my wrist had me stopping and glancing at her in concern.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Get dressed and go. But, I swear to God, if you get hurt, it’ll be me who nurses you back to health, and let’s just say that it won’t be a pleasant convalescence for you.”
I blinked for a long moment, then burst out laughing.
“Harsh, baby,” I said, hooking her around the neck and dragging her to me. “Really fucking harsh.”
She gave me a wobbly smile, and I knew she was only heckling me because she was scared.
Deathly so.
But she put on a brave front—she was fucking trying—and she gave me what I needed.
“I’ll be okay,” I told her, placing one last kiss on her mouth before breaking away and heading to the bathroom where I cleaned up quickly.
Once done, I headed to the closet where I kept my uniform.
The first thing that went on was my underwear, followed by my socks, undershirt and Kevlar vest.
The next to go on was my black tactical pants, black KPD SWAT shirt and my utility belt.
She watched me in silence as I dressed and followed me to the bed, getting dressed as I pulled my boots on.
“I need you to take me home,” July said.
“Why?” I wondered, my heart rate starting to accelerate as my mind switched into work mode.
It wasn’t that I wouldn’t take her, because I could and would if she really wanted to go home. I just didn’t see why she had to go home at all. Especially when we were both going to the same place in the morning.
“My brakes were acting up,” she said. “And when I pulled into your driveway, the brake pedal went all the way to the ground, making me have to use the emergency brake to stop. You’re lucky you still have a garage.”
I sighed.
“I told you a year ago that you needed to get rid of the piece of crap,” I told her. “Why do you still have it?”
“Sentimental value?” she teased.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Fine,” she said. “I just hate the idea of getting a new car only to have it immediately lose its value the moment I drive it off the lot. That’s fucking bullshit. If I have to drive a car that’s not worth what I paid for it, I might as well drive my old clunker of a truck. What’s the point of paying all that money for a new car only for it to not be worth it as soon as you drive off in it for the first time?”
I rolled my eyes at her logic.
“How about the fact that it’s new, and it won’t have any mechanical problems with things like the brakes? How about that because everything will be in excellent working order so it’ll be more dependable, reliable and fucking safer than your current vehicle?” I started ticking off the benefits of new car ownership. “How about the fact that if anything does break or stop working, it’s under warranty and the dealer will fix or replace it? How about the fact that a new vehicle will give you way better gas mileage than your truck?”
She glared at me.
“Anyway,” I said. “I have to go and don’t have time to take you,” I informed her as I reached for the last thing I needed, my gun.
She sighed.
“You’re going to make me stay here, aren’t you?” she asked.
I grinned and nodded.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll stay.”
Placing a final kiss on her cheek, I smoothed the hair away from her face, and said, “Love you.”
Then I was gone, hurrying out the door before she could deny the feelings that I knew she felt for me in return.
But I left her with something other than me working to think about tonight, that’s for sure.
Chapter 17
My boss said I intimidated people. So I stared at him until he apologized.
-Wolf to Dean
Three months later
July
“How’s the diet going?” Des asked as she forked into her salad.
I did the same, shame filling me.
“Not good, I had eggs for breakfast,” I told her truthfully.
“What’s wrong with eggs?” she asked, confusion furrowing her brows.
I smiled wanly at her.
“They were Cadbury,” I told her without making eye contact. “I had fifteen of them. Everything I’d planned on putting into Dean’s Easter basket.”
Des stopped with a forkful of salad nearly to her mouth.
“You’re kidding, right?” She waited.
I shook my head in shame. “No, no I am not. I wish I was, but I’m really not. Ever since he’s come back into my life, he’s made it his personal mission to feed me. He keeps saying that I’m the perfect size but I gained so much when we were apart, and he then informed me that it would please him if I ate more. Now I find myself eating way more than I normally would to make him happy, and the next thing I knew, I had eaten all the Easter candy.”
Des’ mouth had dropped open during my explanation, and her eyes lit at hearing it would ‘please him.’
“Does he still like to do all that kinky stuff that he used to like to do?” she probed.
I shrugged. “Yes.”
There was no use in lying to my best friend. Nor did I want to lie.
I liked the way Dean was. I enjoyed his kinky, dominant side.
We weren’t a dominant and submissive or anything like that, but we did play around with it in the privacy of our bedroom.
The only reason Des knew about it at all was because I’d asked her if she knew anything about it when I’d first met Dean.
A slow smile started to overtake my face as I remembered that first discussion we’d had. In the parking lot of our first date of all places.
“Was your food good?” Dean asked, his face a little pained.
I smiled at him.
“I love their food. It’s my favorite place to eat, ever,” I informed him. “In fact, if I could have it every day of the week,
I totally would. My brother and I used to come here all the time during the summer. We probably looked like dumbasses eating lunch here every day, but it was totally worth it.”
Dean’s smile flashed, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his body.
Shivers ran down my spine at being that close to Dean.
I’d met Dean at the fire station, of all places.
I’d been working for the city as a floating secretary, and they were juggling me between whatever city staffed offices needed a secretary at any given time.
When I’d met Dean for the first time, I’d fallen head over heels in love with him at first sight.
Dean walked with me, his arm around me keeping me close, all the way to his truck.
I’d followed him home to his house, where he’d switched his bike out for his truck.
Now I’d finally ridden in his truck, and it was just as nice from the inside as it was from the outside.
I wasn’t anywhere near as happy to get into it now as I had been earlier. I didn’t want the night to end, and getting into that truck signaled the night coming to a close, whether I wanted it to or not.
Except when he helped me into the truck, and then rounded to his side and got in, he didn’t immediately start the truck up.
He sat there in silence for so long that I hesitantly asked, “Are you okay?”
“I like you, July.”
I blinked, then butterflies started to take flight in my belly.
“You do?” I whispered softly, looking at him with so much hope in my eyes that it was comical.
At that, he nodded his head. “I do. A lot. But you should know a few things.”
“Okay,” I dragged out. “What things?”
“My instincts don’t normally lead me wrong, but I don’t want you to say yes to this—to us—if you don’t know what I am. How I like things,” he expounded.
“You’re making me nervous,” I told him.
“Good.” He finally turned his eyes to me. “You should be.”
“Why?”
“I’m not into labels or anything, but I’m not your regular, missionary sex every time kind of guy. I like sex a certain way, and it’s rare—if ever—that I give up control during sex. I like it hard and rough. I like to mix it up by doing different things. If you can’t handle that, I need to know now before I advance this any further.”
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