Saving Suzy (New city Series Book 2)

by Stefanie Simpson

  He moved back when the lights changed and someone beeped their horn at him. His jaw ticked as they went, he itched to move her hand up, he had to shift in his seat, and sucked his breath in. He could see the small smile on her lips, face forward as they went.

  When they finally reached home and she moved her hand away, he moaned. Half of him wanted her hand back and half was relieved. She was going to torture him.

  She led him upstairs, and to her flat.

  The second they were inside, he turned to her and kissed her, pinning her against the door. She let him take that from her, she had tested him, and he’d done well. He pulled away, his eyes were heavy with lust.

  “Come.”

  She led him to the bedroom. She put on a lamp, the room smelt like her, clean and light, with that scent only women have.

  “Now, we can just have sex. Fun, equal, good sex. Or, you let me do what I want with you. I’m happy to do either. But, if you let me be your mistress, you must want it, you must want to be at my mercy, knowing I’m going to torment you, but ultimately satisfy you, I won’t cause you any pain, not unless you want me to.”

  “I want to be at your mercy, I’ve thought of little else since I overheard you, and I’ve been thinking about what you said last night all day, I want to be yours.”

  She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. “Thank you, I’ll take care of you. So, we should set a few boundaries first.”

  “Okay.”

  “Safe words. Very important, we can go two ways, red for stop, yellow for caution, green for go, these are universal standards, but like I said, I’m not into pain, so I don’t tend to favour it. I like things to be my own, if that makes sense, I tend to get really into it, so if you say it, it’ll you know.”

  “A safe word, really? Okay, um…” he’d seen a fruit bowl on the kitchen island full of peaches and a pineapple. “Pineapple.”

  “Good call, mine, for future reference is kittens.” He could only focus on his breathing as she smiled. “I’m going to tell you what I want to do. I want to tie you to the bed. Starfish you, and use your body. More than once. Will you come more than once do you think?”

  “Ah, I um…I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “Then it’ll be my role to get you so turned on that you do, over and over until I’m satisfied.” She watched his chest rise and fall. “Does that sound like something you want?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Are there things that are no, or maybe, yes?”

  “I um, don’t think I want pain either, I really don’t know.”

  “Then we can explore them, if at any time I do something you don’t want, you say, we talk about it, sound okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Very good. We need to discuss protection.”

  “Um, I’m fine with whatever, just so you know I have private healthcare, and last check I’m clean. That was four months ago, I’ve, um, had a dry spell since.” She smiled at his awkwardness.

  “Good. I get myself tested regularly, and I’m clean too. Also, I have a coil. Which means that condoms are not requisite then. That’s nice. I’m allergic to latex, though I have found a brand that doesn’t feel like a sandwich bag.”

  He laughed. “Well.” He looked adorable.

  “Good, get undressed.” She sat in the chair in the corner, crossing her legs.

  He pulled the t-shirt over his head, and let her look, he bent over and unlaced his boots and toed them off, pulling his socks off. He felt like a tit, but when he looked up at her, she was focused entirely on him. He undid his belt, and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He held her eye as he opened the fabric, and slowly pushed them down to his knees. Her eyes stopped at his crotch, his body reacted.

  “Everything.”

  Her voice was husky, and he obeyed. When he was nude before her, he stepped closer, she looked up, and lightly ran her hand down his body, she reached round and felt those dimples, to which he raised his brows.

  She let her eyes travel down the tanned muscular body to his cock, proud, hard, and perfect. He was trimmed all over, the hint of hair at his chest, down his navel, round his cock, he’d even done his balls.

  “You really do tan nude.” He laughed, and the tension broke. “Lie down, let me make you uncomfortable.”

  He lay in the middle of the bed, she walked round to the dresser, and pulled out four sets of leather cuffs. They looked new, which was a relief, each cuff had a short chain and a clip attached.

  She buckled one to his wrist. “If you want to stop, it’s fine, I don’t want you doing anything you don’t like.”

  “I will, but I want this, I want you.”

  She clipped the cuff around a slatted post on her headboard.

  She rounded the bed and did the other. His feet followed. She hadn’t even taken off her shoes and he was stark naked cuffed to her bed. They were lined with soft fabric and oddly comfortable, but he was stretched out for her, giving little movement.

  He focused on his breathing, he was so turned on, he’d come in a second.

  “Are you sure you want me to do this?” she had a camera in her hand.

  He laughed nervously. “No, but do it. Leverage right?”

  She took one photo, and smiled to herself.

  She took off her makeup, slowly, and he watched the whole time, he focused his breathing, she was really stringing it out. She hadn’t worn contacts, she could see well enough, just about, without them.

  She slowly slid the mesh dress up, over her thighs, past her waist and breasts, his face straining forward. She placed it on the chair. She took her heels off and crawled up the bed. Her face was inches from his cock. It really was a lovely cock, all of him was gorgeous.

  “I want to put your cock in my mouth.”

  “Holy shit.”

  She licked up his thigh, and moaned, she licked and kissed and sucked all over his body, until he begged for her to touch him, he pulled at the cuffs in frustration, and she only laughed as she knelt back.

  His chest rose and fell, and he shifted his hips. “Please.”

  She gave him a slow grin and moved slowly forward.

  When her mouth hovered over him, her breath cooling it, he sucked in a breath. He could only open his mouth when hers finally descended on him. She was hot, and her tongue moved all over him.

  “Breathe.” Her voice was muffled and he laughed.

  “Fuck, it feels too good.”

  She hummed in response. Nothing had ever felt so good. Her head bobbed up and down, one hand gently pulling at his balls, the other round his shaft. He couldn’t take anymore, his whole body tightened.

  He had never come in anyone’s mouth, he tended to lose control of his hips when he came, and he had never wanted to hurt anyone.

  “I’m going to come, you have to stop.”

  But she didn’t, she kept going, harder, deeper, until he called out and let go, she held fast as he thrust up into her mouth, pulling on the restraints, she took everything he gave her.

  He was panting, his whole body still taut.

  She let him have a moment. He opened his eyes. He hadn’t softened. She smiled.

  “Every time one of us comes, I’ll take something off. What shall it be?”

  “Are you okay, I mean, I was pretty…”

  “I liked it. What do I take off, or I choose for you.” Her voice was sharp.

  “Knickers. I like lingerie, but I want to see what you look like.” She smiled and knelt back. She pushed them down a little, and he licked his lips, as she rearranged the little straps. His eye followed as she was revealed to him, she had a landing strip, and he smiled, he didn’t like the hairless look on a woman. She turned and lay her back on his chest, lifted her hips and pushed them off. She brushed his cock several times as she moved. She turned back, and he loved the feeling of her against him, the feel of the underwear, the soft skin of her body, the feel of her hands exploring him again.

  He would definitely come again.

  “Do you
like pussy?”

  “Oh fuck, yes please.”

  She laughed, and straddled his face. He loved it, the taste, the feel, everything, he loved making a woman come. She knelt down, resting her hands on the top of the headboard, and held herself a little up so she didn’t suffocate him.

  He moaned into her as he kissed and sucked her. His tongue moved all over, finding her out, getting to know her.

  She enjoyed the exploration of a man knowing what he was doing, he settled his tongue and lips on her clit, she sucked her breath and made little noises as his tongue touched the spot that made her clench. On and on he went in the same place, in the same rhythm, knowing he was doing what she liked. His chin was just by her entrance, and he felt her get wetter and closer, he could feel even not being inside her when her orgasm hit her, he could feel the clasp of muscle and could only wonder what that would feel like around his cock.

  She moaned, deep and guttural, as she rode his mouth.

  She finally sat back, and scooted down until her face was level with his.

  She licked her taste off him and his whole body clenched in response. Her tongue met his and her kiss was needy and ferocious. As the intensity of her taste faded, her kiss slowed and became explorative, and sweet.

  “What comes off now?”

  “Fuck. Bra.” He could barely speak.

  He watched her undo it, and her perfect breasts were bared as she slid it out. She rearranged the complicated straps that were attached to it so that they were clipped around her neck, the tight circle pulled the other straps tight, even the ones round her thighs, it looked like they dug in ever so slightly. She straddled his chest, he could feel how hot she was still, and she leant forward, he took the nipple she placed before his mouth into it, and she moaned.

  She ground against him, teasing him, letting herself feel her sensitive skin against him. He felt so good, he focused on his breathing, and when she slid onto him, he made an incoherent noise, and struggled against the cuffs. She remained still, watching him, he wanted to fuck her, to take her, to be in control.

  “Anytime you want out, you say, it’s okay if you do, I want you to want this.” He closed his eyes and regained self-control. He licked his lips and looked at her.

  “I’m yours.” His voice was so rough, and all he could do was watch her, she rode him slowly, crooning and soothing him. She took so long to gain momentum he thought he might expire. She shifted, and he watched her the whole time, unable to look away, as she put her feet flat, and pushed up and down, he looked down to where they joined, and his eyes flickered, his head lolled back.

  “I can’t, it’s too much.” She didn’t stop, she waited for the word, but it never came, he pleaded and begged her, until she took pity on his desperate voice, she smiled and leant forward. She undulated against him, and he could feel her tighten.

  “It’s okay, I’m going to let you come soon.”

  He gritted his teeth. And breathed, in and out, slowly, when she came he cried out with her, she was wild, she slammed down onto him, and he went with her, bucking up in a frenzy, pulling against the cuffs. He hadn’t gone bareback since Cass, it felt so good, he had never come so hard as he did then.

  His whole body went slack, for a beat he just looked at her astonished. She gave him a slow wicked smile as she reached behind and un-cuffed his feet carefully, then his hands.

  At first he thought he’d grab her and fuck her senseless, but when he had relaxed and let the intensity wash over him, fill his body with desire and sensation, it felt beyond good, he had never experienced anything so powerful. He had let go, he had surrendered to her, with this woman above him, self-assured, sexual, and lovely.

  He sat up and for a second they looked at each other, but all he did was hold her, the feeling of her soft loveliness around him was joyous. He kissed her shoulder and hummed, it made her laugh.

  “How do you feel?”

  “I can’t even, it was…oh my God.”

  “Good then?”

  “Yes.” He flopped back down, completely sated. She lay against his chest. There was a small tattoo under his ribs. She kissed his pec and ran her finger along it.

  “What’s this mean?”

  She ran her finger over it. He took a deep breath. “The date I got married.” He ran his fingers in her hair, and looked awkward.

  “Hey, it’s okay. Look, I’m not possessive or petty. She was really important to you, you loved her and she shaped who you are, and that’s okay. If you want to talk about her, that’s fine. I’m guessing that you don’t get to make deep connections too often, and that you don’t talk about her much. That’s got to be hard. If you don’t want to talk, that’s okay too. Don’t think I’m going to be offended if you mention her.”

  “I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you.”

  “Probably a good thing. Tea?”

  “Please.”

  She stood up, still wearing her stockings and the strappy thing. He had no idea what it actually was, but it was hot as fuck. He went to the bathroom after her and washed up. He felt different, there had been a tension in him that he hadn’t even realised, and now he was relaxed. His busy mind was quiet.

  He rejoined her in bed.

  “I have chocolate digestives.” She gave him a dirty look and he thought she could make anything sound dirty.

  “I bet. Thank you.”

  They were quiet as they got comfortable, and sipped their tea. He ate a biscuit, and starting talking.

  “She had green eyes. I mean really green. She was always asked if she wore contacts. She was wonderful, and pretty, but not vain, she thought she was a bit fat, she wasn’t, she was lush. She was unapologetic about who she was though. She’d call me out when I was a nob. We would fight, really fight. Always told me the truth even if I didn’t like it.

  “The doctor told her parents that she was dying. She’d been ill for a while, and she kept having loads of tests, and then they just figured it out, and how bad it was. They were going to keep it from her. I told them that she would hate that. She would feel betrayed by it. She’d want the truth. They let me tell her, but I think she already knew, it was like she could feel it. She only asked one thing, and that was she wanted to get married. Everyone went mad organising it. All our families and friends helped. We got married, and then a few weeks later she came home to die, she didn’t want the hospice. I had to care for her at the very end she was so weak. Her mum helped. It helped her I think, being occupied. I was with her when she died. She just went, she was on so much morphine that I don’t think she realised....” He couldn’t say anything else.

  Suzy kept blinking determined not to cry, she took a breath. “Thank you for telling me. She sounds brilliant.”

  He smiled. “She was.” Holding back his own emotion, he took a deep breath.

  Nathan fell asleep, and Suzy watched him for a bit. He had been everything she wanted, and then some, he was sweet, beautiful, nice, and generous. It would be hard only to have a short thing with him, but he was only there another three months. She sighed as she fell asleep, still in her stocking and straps.

  She woke up on Sunday to a smiling Nathan.

  “Hey.”

  “You’re gorgeous when you sleep.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, yeah.” She rubbed her eyes.

  “You’ve wearing things, and we both came last night and you made me a promise.” He ran his finger under the strap round her neck.

  She sat up, bleary eyed. “Morning sex huh?”

  He nodded.

  She unclipped all the straps, and put it aside. She shifted round and put her leg over his lap. He ran the twisted stocking down, already nearly at her knee, then he pulled her other leg round and took off the other.

  He ran his hands over, turning her over, she had a little smile about her as he ran his hands over her bottom, she was interested in how he would be with her. After last night, she wasn’t afraid to find out. She trusted him.

  “What do you like?”
her voice was huskier in the morning.

  “I usually lead I guess, I always want to make my partner come first, but it’s usually on my terms. I’m not into pain, or cruelty, I like it to be fun. There is nothing like the feeling a woman laughing while I’m inside.” He kissed down her back.

  He turned her onto her back, he ran his fingers along the marks the straps had left on her body, he ran them over the insides of her thighs.

  He smiled, and settled her crossways over his lap, with her bottom pressing on his cock while he sat propped up, she watched him the whole time as she lay side on to him.

  He went back to running his fingers over her, he looked at her face as he pushed two fingers inside her, and she cried out, stretching her hands over her head, he played with her as she relaxed back, his fingers of one hand inside her, the other hand working her clit, working her wetness all over her. He really knew what he was doing. She came hard and loud.

  She was panting and flushed as he watched her come back down and lick her lips. She opened her eyes, and sat up, leaning on her arms.

  “I like doing that to you. I like how you come.” He sucked the taste of her off his fingers briefly, then reached them over to her, she sucked them clean.

  He was breathing hard. She smiled, his cock twitched, pressed against her hip. She knelt over him, and he watched her reach between her legs and spread the wetness on him. He moaned and she moved her hand up and down him.

  He closed his eyes. “Watch.” He opened his eyes, pained. She moved her fist up and down, he held her thighs, she teased the tip of him with her entrance. He hissed.

  “Please.” He sounded desperate. She pushed down on him slowly, his jaw opened wide.

  When she was fully seated, she rested her forehead on his. His arms went round her waist, he held tight as he moved beneath her. She was so wet, he felt it everywhere, and so hot, she was on fire inside. Her breasts brushed against him, her thighs cradled him.

  He felt a deep connection to her that he hadn’t expected in a long time.