by Tara Oakes
Pouring the chocolate sauce on it, I lick her from her neck to her ass, paying special attention to the indentations just above each cheek. She squirms under my ministrations, begging me to touch her again. Her wish is my command. I kneel and take her in my mouth again, using one hand to hold her close and the other to spank her ass, then gently rub it. Then I run one finger between her cheeks, over her puckered hole, and feel shudders run through her body. Two fingers slide in her pussy and one in her ass, and I finger-fuck her with purposeful strokes. Over and over again until she can’t hold back one second longer.
“Luke,” she screams as she comes. “Damn, baby. How many turns do I get tonight?” she asks.
“As many as you want,” I answer and turn her over onto her back again.
Unable to wait any longer, I position myself at her soaked pussy. She’s more than ready for me, if the stiletto heels digging into my ass and pulling me closer to her are any indication. Fuck, I love my sexy little vixen.
“I need you to fuck me like you own me, Luke,” she demands.
With one swift motion, I am buried balls deep inside of her. She screams loudly and a guttural growl is my response. She grips the straps tightly as I simultaneously yank them toward me while my hips surge forward and my dick pounds into her. Her inner muscles quiver, tighten, and then grip around my cock. She’s so close to coming again, and her body is demanding that mine also give in. Pulling the straps under her legs, I continue thrusting into her until her pussy milks me dry.
She sinks down into the swing, completely satiated and panting heavily. “You’ve outdone yourself tonight.”
“We’re not finished yet, babe. Now it’s time to open the last box.” It’s flat and the lid is wrapped separately so she can simply lift it off.
She sees the contents and laughs. “You are wicked, Lucas Woods.”
The box is filled with small plastic cups of pink lemonade shots—her favorite. “Just a little twist, though,” I add. Taking one of the shots out of the box, I dump the contents onto her stomach and she yelps. I quickly lap it up with my tongue, and she stretches out flatter in the swing, giving me full access. Another shot poured on her, and I’ve covered her entire torso with my tongue.
“I want to do you, Luke,” she pleads.
How can I resist that? I help her out of the swing and she inclines her head, motioning toward it.
“You want me to get in that thing?” I ask incredulously.
She nods her head with a wicked, wicked smile on her face. “Baby, I want you in it right now!”
My dick is immediately rock hard again, just thinking of all the possibilities this will bring. I manage to get myself into it, and she wastes no time in working me over. Pink lemonade shots cover my body—from my stomach, to my chest, to my dick and balls. And she’s lapped it all up. Every. Single. Fucking. Drop.
Shots gone, my baby’s buzzing, and she takes my cock deep into her mouth. Up and down my shaft, her wet, warm mouth wraps me in her own brand of silk. She pumps her hand and works magic with her tongue until she has licked up and swallowed down every last drop of me.
Extricating myself from the swing, I escort my love toward the shower with every intention of washing her luscious body. But she’s still in her outfit, and the bed catches my eye, my imagination taking over. “Before you take that off,” I pause intentionally and motion toward the bed with my eyes.
She immediately understands and poses provocatively in the middle of the bed, propped up on pillows with her just-freshly-fucked glow still intact. I swiftly grab the camera and make my own boudoir photo album. She’s so damn sexy, I can’t miss this chance.
After a raucous round in the shower, with her back pressed up against the tiles, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist, and me buried deep inside her, we are both fully sated and completely dehydrated. Room service arrives just in time with the dinner and champagne I ordered. With our stomachs full and our bodies replenished, we settle into the bed and prepare to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
“I love you, Luke,” Andi whispers softly. “Thank you for this wonderful surprise—I loved every second of it.”
“I love you, too, Andi,” I whisper back. “And you’re welcome, my love.”
And as I drift off to sleep, I already know that I’ll wake during the night and watch her sleep. And I won’t be able to resist waking her—just one more time.
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FRISK ME
PRETTY BOY’S TOYS
From BADGE BOYS and the Kingsmen MC
Tara Oakes
JESS
I hear the metal clicking, slowly and deliberately, with every tick tightening the handcuffs around my wrists.
Blindfolded, the rest of my senses are heightened and screaming – waiting for something to happen. My ears hone in on each click as my outstretched arms are bound to the wrought iron headboard. Suddenly they’re focused on the very slight whooshing sounds of his controlled breathing as he moves about, making his preparations.
My sense of touch engages when I feel the closeness of his body through the electric charge in the air around me. The soft, plush, velvet that covers my eyes directly contrasts with the cold, hard, steel that encircles my wrists.
The cool air of the room is harsh against the scorching heat of my bare, exposed skin, as I lay stripped on the large king-sized bed.
I bite the corner of my lip and let it slip slowly from between my teeth, then exhale out some of the building tension in my muscles. I try my best to keep my breathing even and steady as I wait.
I feel the mattress dip as he joins me on the bed. My fingers twitch and my skin screams for his touch. A heavy drop of icy coldness falls directly in the middle of my chest, dripping down between my breasts. I arch my back in surprise and a shocked cry escapes my mouth. That, and the metal clanking of the wrist restraints against the headboard’s ornately curved bars, is the only sound that fills the room.
“Shh, Princess,” Chris finally speaks; his deep melodic voice breaks the silence. “I told you I had a surprise for you when I got home.”
It’s true — he did say that, although I never expected this.
The intense heat of his mouth, which now hovers over my chilled flesh, instantly overcomes the sensation of the frigid water making my skin quiver. The sensual sweep and swirl of his tongue taking up the remnants of the melted ice is intoxicating.
I moan under the weight of his presence, of what he’s doing to me.
“Ready for more?” He asks, teasingly.
I nod enthusiastically. “Yes. Please.”
The wait is almost unbearable, not knowing what’s coming next, but I sincerely hope that it’s me. Chris holds true to his word. He’s been out of town, undercover on some investigation or other. I’d not heard from him for the past two and a half weeks until the email this morning requesting I meet him here in his apartment.
It’s all so cloak and dagger; and damn, it’s sexy as hell.
“Haahhh!” I squeal as the glacial cold returns once more, this time circling my left nipple, delivering arctic torture to the already sensitive peak.
My toes curl while my body shudders from the sensual punishment.
“Now,” his words take control of the situation. “Let’s begin. I think it’s time I demonstrate some of my skills.”
I swallow hard, somehow mustering enough energy to speak. “Oh, I’ve already seen your skills, babe. I’ve felt them, too.”
The ice cube continues its exploration, circling around and around my now numb nipple, before it disappears and his teeth take its place, teasing the bud.
“Not those skills. Not yet, anyway. I’m going to practice my interrogation skills, Princess.”
My heart stops and skips a beat at the mere mention of the little game he’s got planned. I know
what he’s capable of, what he’s been trained to do. The FBI has spent countless man-hours, resources, and expertise, investing in agents like Chris.
He’s been honed to be a perfect weapon. Dangerous. Efficient. Flawless.
My body can’t help but shake in nervous anticipation.
“Let’s start with a simple question, hmm?” His tongue flicks against my hardened nipple, speaking the words against my flesh.
His hand snakes up my gentle curves, which quake under his caress, until it settles at my wrist, massaging the delicate skin under the metal cuff.
“How bad did you miss this while I was gone? Did you dream about me touching you, about me fucking you?”
That’s an easy one. I don’t hesitate at all before nodding my head, confessing my naughty needs.
His talented tongue masterfully massages my nipple as his lips close around it; his mouth’s powerful suction pulls at the flesh, offering just the right amount of erotic agony.
“Very good. I believe you.”
His mouth abandons my damp breast, leaving it to cool in the night air. He moves down my center, trailing small kisses and love bites along the way, until his lips rest just below my navel.
“Now, did you miss me enough to do something about it? Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my tongue making you come over and over?”
I wrench my head to the side, embarrassed by his question, but more so by my inevitable answer.
Chris cleverly wriggles his way between my legs, urging them to move farther apart to accommodate his body as he settles himself.
“Did you, Princess? Did you make do with your hand? Did you use your fingers until I could come back and do the job right?”
My heart races under his deft fingers, which still lay against my wrist. Slowly, his hand smooths its way down my arm, caresses my chin, and settles into the crook of my neck, which feels like it’s throbbing with every beat of my pounding heart.
“You’re turned-on, so ready for me. I can feel it, smell it. Now, answer me,” his words are as firm as the muscles of his strong shoulders pressing against my inner thighs.
“Yes,” I admit. “I ... I couldn’t wait.”
He laughs lightly into my skin as I freely concede just how desperate I was for him.
“Here?” his lips move to the juncture of my thighs.
I can feel his warm breath working it’s way through my folds, reaching the very spot that had acted as a temporary distraction while my man was away working. The steady stream of air tickles and teases my core.
I gulp loudly, “Yes.”
“Did it work? Did it make you forget how much you wanted every inch of my rock-hard dick buried in your pussy?” His fingers press deeper into my neck and I finally understand what he’s doing. He’s monitoring my pulse, measuring the effect his words have on my body, gauging my uncontrolled response.
I bite my lip in excitement as I feel the tip of his tongue nudge against the ultra sensitive hood guarding the most private part of me, the very same tongue that’s saying these filthy sexy things to me.
He’s there, he’s right there, I can feel him, but he holds himself back restraining from taking my pussy with his wicked mouth.
“Don’t lie to me now, Princess. Tell me, did it do the job?” he’s expertly drawing the information from me, both of us knowing the prize that he’s ready to deliver when I give in to him.
“It took the edge off, but it was nothing compared to you, babe.” I’ve given him his answer, and now I want my reward. I buck my hips slightly, leaning into him, urging him to give me what I want.
“You greedy little thing,” he mumbles as his lips spread over me, setting my body ablaze in desire.
The strong muscles of his tongue, of his lips, are kneading, sucking, and tugging, on every inch of the soaking wet mess he’s created.
I begin to pant wildly, thrashing about in every direction and I feel the tightness take hold of each muscle in my body as he pushes me closer and closer to ecstasy. His hand withdraws from my pulse and moves to join his hard working mouth, slipping his fingers into me in sync with his tongue, ravaging me both inside and out.
“So tight, baby. I love how you stay so fucking tight for me.” His words are hypnotic. His hands and lips cast a spell on me, finding just the right hidden spot to prove how capable of an interrogator he is.
The pads of his fingertips curl up and touch the secret trigger that always serves to be my undoing.
“Fuck!” I call out, dangerously close.
This only serves to bolster his efforts, for he now knows just how near the edge I am.
“Is that what you want, Princess? You want me to fuck you?” he’s blunt.
The fireball of white hot need building inside me has nowhere left to go and explodes violently, leaving me convulsing and shivering at the same time. I’m unable to speak, to answer him. I only hear a deep ringing in my ears and the thudding of my frantic heart as the powerful orgasm overtakes me.
“I need to fuck you, I need to feel you right now. However much you missed me while I was gone is nothing compared to how bad I wanted to be with you — to feel every inch of you come around my cock.”
His words echo distantly through some imaginary tunnel as I regain myself.
“Please,” I beg quietly, my weakened body aching for more.
He shifts quickly, his knees pushing my legs further apart until his hips are squarely set against mine, his thick bulge pressed firmly against me.
He takes hold of it and glides it up and down through the slickness hidden in my folds, playfully slapping it against my tender clit.
Fuck yes!
I feel the slight impact each time he lets his long length fall into place, teasing me, whetting his own appetite before diving in.
The rounded head slides once more through my wet furrow until it’s lined up perfectly, stretching the outer opening.
“Ah!” I call out as our hips collide, his fully erect dick sliding in to the hilt, while I assist the best I can.
The fullness is overwhelming and takes a second to get used to. No matter how many times, or how often we’re together, the enormity of him is always a shock at first.
The force of his body pushing its length into me rattles the handcuffs against the headboard, serving as another reminder of how precarious a position I’m in. I’ve never felt so vulnerable yet safe at the same time.
I’m completely at his mercy and I know he won’t allow himself to come until I’ve reached my own pleasure again and again.
He’s still, taking a moment, leaning over me. And then I feel it, feel the slight stirring of his hips and the slippery friction as he begins to do what only he can.
“I need to touch you,” I groan, voicing my desire to feel as much of his body as I can. The metal clanking gives background noise as I pull my hands against the bars, eager to be freed.
His relentless hips thrust evenly, rhythmically to an unheard beat.
“No, baby. Not tonight. The only thing I want you to feel right now is my stiff cock inside you, filling you up. The next time I’m gone and you want to touch yourself and imagine it’s me, I want you to remember this moment, to remember every inch of me sliding in and out.”
His words are the aphrodisiac that bring me right back to the point of combustion, exploding around him. He doesn’t miss a beat and just continues as I enjoy the aftershocks.
“Fuck yeah, Princess. That’s it. The next time I’m away and I close my eyes imagining I’m balls deep in you, I’m gonna remember just how tight your pussy gets when it clamps down around me as you come.”
The inner springs of the mattress are tested, struggling to support us as Chris is relentless in making up for lost time. His once controlled heavy breathing becomes strained, erratic, and I can hear the deep grunting from his efforts. He’s close, I can feel it.
I remember how his naughty words did the trick for me, sealing the deal and throwing me right in to an orgasm. I can do th
e same for him.
“Right there, baby. Hard, fuck me hard.” I lick my drying lips so they don’t crack. “Oh God, your cock is so perfect. It hits just the right spot. I wish I could feel it deep inside, just like this, every single fucking night. I want you to come, baby. Come for me, hard, deep.”
I feel a renewed effort as his hips slam into me once, twice, and ….
“Fuck!” He bellows. His muscles strain, his back arches, and he gifts me with his release, just as I’ve begged.
The tiniest drop of sweat lands on my stomach, evidence of the strenuous work of his interrogation. His fatigued arms give way and his chest lands gently on mine. He’s breathing heavily, but trying his best to regulate and regain control of himself.
~*~
“Does it hurt?” he’s genuinely concerned as he lifts my wrist up to his soft lips, planting small little kisses over the friction burns caused by the handcuffs.
I giggle into his bare chest. The room is dark and quiet, as we lay under nothing more than a sheet with only each other to warm ourselves.
“No. Although I’m going to have to come up with one hell of an excuse to tell my father if he sees them.” My dad has voiced his reservations time and time again since I started dating Chris a couple of months ago. The senior Senator from South Carolina was hoping his daughter would end up with someone a little more ... respectable than a bad-ass, bend the rules to get it done, shoot now and ask questions later, Fed like Chris. “Maybe I should wear some bracelets for the next few days so no one notices?”
Fat chance of that. My so-called “friends” at the country club and dad’s staff are all nosier than a damned anteater. They all think it’s already scandalous that a girl like me is dating a man like Chris, but I don’t give a shit. I truly couldn’t care less.
Sure, he’s rough around the edges. He was raised in a tough neighborhood. His life could have ended up very differently than it did, and all odds were betting on him being on the opposite side of the law than he’s currently on. He’s got a sexy as sin, drop-dead gorgeous body, a wicked little smirk, a chip on his shoulder, and a hairpin trigger.
