The Ties That Bind Us: (The Ties Duet Part One)

by Danda K.

  I don’t want to spook her by making any sudden movements, so I try to keep my breaths steady, and my body relaxed. She continues to move her hand, slowly getting comfortable with the idea of touching me. I relax a bit too, but when she wraps her hand around my shaft through my pants and strokes it, my hips instantly buck in the air.

  Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.

  As she strokes my dick, her eyes lock on mine, and I’m already on the verge of exploding.

  My breath picks up, along with hers, and we just continue to watch each other in silence as she jerks me. I want to touch her so fucking badly. The urge to press down on her hand and speed up is killing me, but this needs to go at her pace, not mine.

  I close my eyes, just enjoying what she’s doing to me. A low groan leaves my mouth, and she speeds up her strokes. Suddenly she stops and, before I can react, she unbuttons and unzips my pants. My eyes fly open in shock. She has her eyes on my jeans as she tries to work them down my body. I gently place my finger under her chin so she’ll look at me.

  Once our gazes meet, I tell her exactly what I told her in the gazebo, “I need words, Nyx.”

  If she chooses this, there’s no going back. I don’t need sex, I’m sure she isn’t ready for that yet, but I will be touching her in all the ways I’ve imagined every fucking night she’s been in my bed.

  She looks me in the eyes. “I want you to touch me, Jaxon.”

  That’s all I need. I’m on top of her in two seconds. Our mouths collide, she moans into our kiss, and I groan in response. I grip her ass, the feel of her firm roundness just about putting me over the edge.

  I stand and pull her up by her hands until she’s standing in front of me. I wrap her hair around my fingers and pull her into me, taking her mouth again. I’m hungry and desperate for her. I give a quick lick to the bottom of her lip, and she moans again in response, securing her arms around my neck. I grab her thighs and lift her up, her legs wrapping around me immediately.

  “Take me to your bedroom,” she pleads into my mouth while kissing me.

  Moving down the hallway, our mouths fused together, I carry her to my room. When we reach my bed, we fall to the mattress, and I kiss my way down her neck and shoulder. She inhales sharply, not used to the sensation of my tongue on her skin. Her legs find my waist again, and she begins grinding her hips.

  She moans out, “More, Jaxon.” I pull down her tank, exposing her bra. She tenses and covers herself with her arms, her nerves breaking through.

  I gently remove her arms and shake my head slowly. “You’re beautiful, baby, don’t hide from me.”

  She relaxes and allows me to guide her arms over her head. I slowly pull her tank top off, and she arches her back to help me. She’s in nothing but black leggings and the fucking sexiest lace bra. I run my thumb across the scar on the side of her ribs and gently kiss it. She looks down, her eyes glassy and desperate.

  “Please,” she cries out as I squeeze her perfect tits through her bra and lick a line across the exposed flesh spilling out. Cameron grabs my wrist and slowly guides it down her body, stopping once we reach her pussy. I look to her for reassurance, and her cheeks turn red. She seems nervous again but gives me a small nod.

  So fucking brave.

  “Yes, but not sex.” She hesitates. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

  An apologetic expression spreads across her face, but she’s fucking crazy. The list of things I wanna do to her body is endless, but I’m happy to take it slow and enjoy anything she’ll give me.

  I push off her and settle by her feet on the bed. I run my fingers along the top of her pants, dipping below the waistband and watching her face to gauge her reaction.

  When she doesn’t stop me, I slide my hands around to her hips and slowly pull her pants down her body, admiring her long, beautiful legs and ivory skin. Once I have them off, I throw them over my shoulder.

  Her lace undies match her bra, and I want to rip them off with my teeth. I stand up, taking in her beautiful body sprawled out on my bed. There’s a perfect valley between her tits. The curve of her hips, the dip of her toned stomach, have me desperate to devour all of her.

  She reaches out to touch me, but I lean back, teasing her a bit.

  I crawl back up her body and hover over her, caging her between my arms. Kissing her again, my tongue is slow and purposeful as it strokes hers. Her legs wrap around my back, squeezing me into her.

  Reaching between us to feel her pussy, I notice the wet lace.

  She’s drenched for me.

  I gently rub her through her underwear in slow circles with my thumb, just getting her used to the sensation before I dive in. After a minute, she starts grinding her body with my movements.

  I hook my fingers in her underwear, but she grabs my hand and stops me. I pull away and sit back on the bed.

  I reassure her, “We don’t have to do this, Cam, it’s okay.”

  It’s true. I’ll wait forever for this girl.

  She sits up on the bed, shaking her head eagerly. “No, I want to do this.” Covering her eyes with her hands, she adds, “I’m just a little nervous.” She takes a deep breath, removing her hands from her face, and exhales as she says, “I’m ready now.”

  I scoot closer to her, caressing the side of her face and taking her in. “Just relax, baby.” I give her a quick peck on the lips. ”I got you.”

  I guide her back down onto the bed, settling on top of her.

  I kiss her again, getting her worked up a bit, so she forgets her nervousness and relaxes. Once her breathing picks up, I slip my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and start to glide them down her legs. This time she doesn’t stop me.

  When I look at her this way, my dick throbs. Her legs are bent, her pussy glistening with need. And she’s smooth-shaven.

  Fucking perfect.

  I slowly climb down her beautiful body and drop to my knees where I belong. Worshipping her.

  I grab the top of her thighs and pull her towards the edge of the bed. I take one finger and glide it across her pussy to gather up her juices. Her body jerks in response. I slowly circle her sensitive bud with my thumb.

  Her arousal is all over my fingers, and my cock twitches at the thought of tasting her. Our eyes meet, and hers are glazed over with lust. I settle the tip of my finger by her entrance and circle around that, too. Still watching her, I lick along her folds in one long stroke, her hips buck, and I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her in place.

  “Don’t move, baby,” I instruct her as my head descends onto her pink flesh.

  She’s so fucking sweet.

  I suck gently on her sensitive area, feeling her flesh swell under my lips. Removing one hand from her thigh, I slowly enter her with one finger, stopping once I’m fully inside to let her adjust to the feeling. I watch as it disappears inside her when I pump out and back in.

  She’s so tight I feel like I’m stuck inside one of those traps that squeeze as you try to remove your finger. I curl my digit inside her and stretch her, trying to find that spot I know will have her going crazy.

  Her breaths are ragged as she grips the bedsheets, squeezing them hard. The vision of her coming undone is driving me fucking crazy.

  I dive back into her pussy, locking eyes with her again. Her lips are parted as she stares back at me, her hip thrusts into my face, and I know she’s close. I pick up my pace and continue to suck and lick and pump inside her until I feel the walls around my finger pulsing. I add another finger, and her thighs begin to jerk.

  She’s chasing her orgasm, pulling and pushing as I go in and out of her. She screams my name as the orgasm explodes through her. I feel her clit throbbing while she rides out her high. She tries to escape my mouth and the pressure of her orgasm, but I hold her in place and continue to devour her.

  Once her breaths calm, and I know she’s coming back down, I slowly pull away. Still on my knees, I take one of my fingers to my mouth and wrap my lips around it, sucking all of her off me wh
ile she watches.

  I climb back on the bed next to her and bring my other finger to her mouth. She needs to know how good she tastes. She needs to know why she’s my personal drug. Cameron opens her mouth, not taking her eyes off of me, sucking herself from my finger, and I think I may come on the spot.

  I kiss her hard, tasting her arousal along her lips, and run my thumb across her bottom lip. “You’re fucking delicious, baby.”

  She smiles at me meekly then studies the ceiling.

  I collapse next to her, still hard. I know this was a monumental step for her, so if my dick has to wait a bit longer, he’ll just have to suck it up. Pun intended.

  In the meantime, my mouth will be working triple shifts on my girl.

  Sitting up, I take off my shirt and wipe my face with it, then toss it towards the hamper, but it lands on the nightstand instead. Before getting up to get a new one, I feel Cam’s hand on my arm and stop. She pulls me back to the bed, and I turn around to face her.

  Softly, she asks, “Where are you going?” She’s sitting up at the edge of the bed now, her legs slightly parted. She pulls me between them, facing her, and stares at the bulge in front of her face.

  With a shy smile, she swallows hard and says, “We’re not finished yet.”

  Twenty-two

  Cameron

  Oh. My. God.

  I can’t believe that just happened.

  I just let Jaxon go down on me. If somebody told me a year ago that I would not only be living with a guy but sharing his bed every night and letting him eat me like Thanksgiving dinner...Well, obviously, I wouldn’t have believed it.

  I stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out how the hell I got here. It’s as if I’m just the passenger in my life lately.

  I can’t seem to get up right now. I feel exhausted, tingly, and like a bomb just went off in my vagina.

  But like, a good bomb.

  I look over to Jaxon as he takes his shirt off and wipes his face with it. His gorgeous face, that’s covered with me. I can add likes to be eaten out to the list of things I never knew about myself.

  Thinking about what just happened has sparks going off in my belly. He didn’t just make me feel good; he made my body ignite in ways I never thought possible. Jaxon has woken something inside me, and I’m desperate to experience it again.

  I know I should offer to reciprocate, but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. What if I make a fool of myself and accidentally bite him or pinch him or something?

  I let out a small frustrated breath, wishing I could get out of my head for once. Jaxon just went to town on me like his life depended on it, with no expectations from me. And his penis is still very hard. If anyone deserves for me to at least try to make them feel good, it’s Jaxon.

  He moves to get off the bed, and I grab his arm. He immediately stiffens. I take a deep breath as he turns around to face me.

  Here goes everything.

  I try to seem confident as I look at him. “Where are you going?”

  I scoot closer to the edge of the bed and pull him towards me. Swallowing hard, I say, “We’re not finished yet. I want to make you feel good, too, Jaxon.”

  The words come out more sheepish than confident, but I’m trying to keep my cool. I’m so nervous I feel like my chest’s caving in.

  He looks down at me reassuringly. “Baby, it’s okay. I know this was a lot for you. I can wait.” He shakes his head. “You don’t have to.” I know deep down beneath his understanding is a very horny and desperate Jaxon wanting to throat punch himself for saying that.

  I grab his hand and insist, “But I want to.” Being honest, I say, “Obviously, I’ve never done anything like this before, so I don’t know how great I’ll be at it.” I wince a bit and continue, “But I was always a great student.” I wink at him now, trying to reach his playful side. “So just tell me what you like, and I’ll do my best to make sure you enjoy it.”

  He senses my nerves and is struggling with what to do.

  He looks like he may argue again, but my stubbornness won’t allow it. I grab his pants in my hands and push them down so they fall to his ankles. He seems surprised by my audacious behavior.

  Looking up at him, I instruct in a no-nonsense tone, “No more talking, Jaxon, unless it’s to tell me what to do with this.” I gesture to his briefs, which now have a large, engorged penis staring right at me through the opening.

  Well, then.

  My eyes widen, and I look back up to him in disbelief.

  He grins back at me, proud. I lose my words again and look back at his penis. He must think I’m pathetic. Which is just what every girl wants her boyfriend to consider her.

  Boyfriend? I shake the thoughts from my head.

  One hurdle at a time. Right now, that hurdle comes in the form of a huge penis with veins for days and a crown at the tip that looks velvet to the touch.

  “Don’t worry, baby, trust me. At this point, you’d probably just need to look at it to get me off.”

  He pulls down his boxers and strokes himself once. “You sure you’re ready?” I don’t even look at him because he’s just one big penis with teeth right now.

  What a visual, Cam. Jesus.

  I nod my head, still staring at it. I’m intimidated by his size, but that’s short-lived when I feel the pulsing between my legs again.

  He really is perfect. For a virgin, I’ve seen a lot of dicks during my porn sessions. But none of them compare to the one I’m staring at now.

  Jaxon steps out of his briefs and swipes his thumb across the bead of liquid forming at his tip, spreading it around his hardness. He takes my hand and wraps it around his shaft. There’s a sharp intake of breath from Jaxon, followed by a shift of his feet.

  His girth is wide enough that I can barely wrap my fingers around it. I keep my hand there at first, examining Jaxon’s penis like it’s a foreign object.

  He clears his throat, so I look up at him and watch as his Adam’s apple bobs.

  He puts his hand over mine, and we begin to stroke him together. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Just like that, that’s perfect.”

  The tight muscles in his abs contract, and he lets go of my hand, leaving me to stroke him on my own. As I continue to rub him up and down, Jaxon looks up, closing his eyes. I feel the first pulse of his long length. That’s gotta be a good sign.

  His eyes are still closed, but his hands are fidgeting by his sides, almost like he can’t decide what to do with them. “Am I doing okay?” I ask, wondering what else he may want from me but doesn’t want to ask for.

  His voice is strained when he says, “Yes, baby, just squeeze a bit tighter. You’re doing great.”

  I apply more pressure and slide my palm back and forth, his skin feeling silky against mine. Jaxon’s body tenses, and he rolls his neck as I move faster. I pick up a good rhythm, feeling slightly more confident than when I first started.

  Some more liquid appears at his tip, so I take it upon myself to swipe my finger over it and use it to wet him a bit more. My sudden fascination with feeling him in my hands brings on more unexpected feelings from inside me.

  I want to taste him.

  I notice Jaxon reach one of his hands towards me but quickly drops it to his side again. He’s holding back.

  I give one more long stroke before leaning in, slowly bringing my tongue to his large tip and licking along the soft skin. He jumps at my touch and looks down at me with wide eyes.

  “Fuck, baby, that felt good.”

  Pride fills my chest, and I chase the feeling. Looking up at him, I take his tip into my mouth and wrap my lips around it, releasing it with a small pop. Jaxon groans and bites his lip, and that fuels my eagerness. I wrap one hand around him and take him into my mouth as much as I can and at a slow pace.

  I need to walk before I run. I hollow out my cheeks and begin to suck and jerk him at the same time.

  I try massaging him with my tongue, and Jaxon reaches over and grips the nightstand. I guess he like
s that.

  I can barely fit him halfway into my mouth without gagging, so I continue to jerk the rest of his length and suck on him however I can. He rocks his hips, and I pick up speed. My eyes water, and I feel drool on my chin, but I keep going. For him.

  Jaxon’s so lost in his own pleasure that it’s making my insides heat up. His hard shaft twitches in my mouth, and I think he may come soon.

  I don’t want his cum in my mouth. I am not comfortable with that. He moves my unruly hair from my face and holds it behind my head as I continue to work him. Groans fall from his lips, and he thrusts his hips forward suddenly, making me gag.

  All of a sudden, he pulls out of my mouth and steps back, grabbing the shirt he took off earlier and wrapping it around himself. His head flies back, and he mutters, “Fuck,” as his body jerks, and he spills into his shirt.

  Once his boxers are back on, he sits next to me on the bed and turns my head to face him.

  Eye to eye now, he kisses me on the mouth. When we break the kiss, I continue to stare into his perfect blue orbs.

  Kissing my forehead, he says, “You have no idea how much it means to me that you trusted me enough to do that.”