by Paige Tyler
She didn’t make it halfway around before his hand captured hers. “Or maybe not.”
His voice was husky and deep, and full of hunger. She smiled and went back to rubbing his shaft. “You like?”
“Mmm.”
“Well, if you think that feels good, just wait.”
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and shoved them down. Then she gave him a slow, sexy smile and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Gaze holding his, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them over his erection and down his muscular thighs. Though Blake had seriously mesmerizing eyes, it was damn difficult to not look down at his cock. Somehow, she managed, though. He sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers grazed his full balls. Cupping them in one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of his shaft.
“Would you like me to suck your cock?” she asked softly.
Blake's eyes blazed with fire as he reached out to weaved his fingers in her hair. “I think you already know the answer to that question.”
Trista dropped her gaze to his erection. It was her turn to hitch a breath. Good heavens, Blake had to have the most perfect cock she'd ever seen. Unable to resist, she wrapped both hands around him. Not only was his shaft so long she couldn’t capture all of him, but he was so thick that her fingers couldn't quite fit around him, either. And the head of his cock had the most amazing pearl of precum at the tip. He was so beautiful she could have gazed at him all night. She probably would have if he didn’t tighten his grip in her hair and urge her forward. She didn’t mind his show of dominance. She might have liked taking the reins for a little while so she could tease him, but she preferred when a man ran the show.
She opened her mouth obediently and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Blake urged her to take more, guiding her forward until the tip of his penis touched the back of her throat. The groan of satisfaction he let out almost made her smile.
Intent on showing him exactly how appreciative she was of the pleasure he’d given her earlier, she swallowed, letting the head of his cock slide down her throat a scooch. Not enough to qualify as a deep throat, but enough to let him know what he had coming. Then she pulled back, flicking her tongue all along the bottom of his shaft as she went.
She alternated between licking the head like an ice cream cone and sucking on it like a lollipop. Blake must have liked what she was doing. Every time she sucked on him, his thigh muscles tensed and he let out a little sound of approval.
As much as he might be enjoying it, she couldn't focus on the head of his cock for too long. She knew from experience that if she did, he’d pop his cork way too soon. She didn't want him doing that—she had other plans for that magnificent hard-on of his.
So, she went back to taking him deep, adding a little hand action at the same time. Blake began pumping his hips in synch with her movements, forcing his cock a little deeper with each move. She tried to back off a little, afraid he might come, but his hand in her hair prevented it. He held her firmly, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.
Trista finally gave in and tightened her lips around him, letting him fuck her mouth. Each thrust sent him deeper and deeper down her throat until she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more of him.
Then, just as she felt him peak, he jerked his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. The sudden move left her gasping—and disappointed. She’d been looking forward to him filling her mouth with his essence.
She gave him a pout. “You didn't have to stop.”
Blake took her hands and pulled her to her feet, jerking her against his chest for a kiss that left her weak in the knees.
When he finally lifted his head, it was to give her a sexy bad-boy grin. “Stop? Babe, I'm just getting started.”
Thank God!
Without another word, he put his hands on her waist and picked her up, then set her down on the counter. Somewhere along the way, he’d stepped out of his pants and shoes. How the hell had he done that so easily? If she tried it, she would have ended up on her ass. His uniform shirt quickly followed, leaving her with nothing to do but take in that perfect, manly hunk of a body. It should be a crime for him to wear clothes.
She didn't have as long to contemplate Blake's nakedness as she would have liked. As soon as he’d carefully moved her 9mm aside, he tipped her onto her back with her feet high in the air. One of two things were about to happen—both of which were in the hot damn category—Blake was either going to go down on her, or he was going to fuck her silly. The height of the counter would work perfect for either.
But if he was going straight to option two, he needed to suit up. Fortunately, she kept a few in-case-of-emergency condoms in her purse. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but the words stopped in her throat.
Blake’s face was perfectly framed by her inner thighs, his tongue mere inches from her pussy. Option one appeared to be first on the menu.
The condoms could wait.
It was Blake's turn to capture her gaze as he placed his big hands under her knees and spread her legs wide. He held her legs so tightly she couldn't have moved if she wanted to. It almost felt as if she was bound. Wasn’t that a mesmerizing thought?
He slowly dipped his head toward her pussy, only to stop when his mouth was less than a half inch from heaven. He arched a brow at her.
“Say please.”
Making her beg for pleasure was a little payback for teasing him before his blowjob. She supposed she deserved it.
“Please lick my pussy,” she whispered.
His smile was devastating. “With pleasure.”
She caught her lips between her teeth, watching as he carefully ran his tongue all the way from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit. She gasped. Daaaammn! Blake gave her a quick wink before dipping his head to trace the same path again. Even though she knew what was coming, she still jumped as he grazed her clit.
She moved her hands down to weave them in his hair—it was what he’d done to her after all—but he stopped her with a look. That I'm-in-charge-of-this-pussy-hands-off look. So she rested her hands on the counter and let him have his way.
When he bent his head this time, he plunged his tongue into her pussy. She squealed in surprise. His tongue was longer than she'd thought—and delightfully talented. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but she couldn’t keep from gyrating on that velvety smoothness a little, just to see what it would feel like. Dear God, it was amazing.
Blake moved his mouth in counterpoint to her hips, thrusting his tongue deep into her wetness. She adored the fact that he wasn't in any hurry. He could have moved up to her clit and gone for the fast orgasm. God knew she was more than ready for it and wouldn’t have complained for a second if he had. But instead, he took his time and feasted on her pussy. He was clearly the type of guy who enjoyed the journey as much as the destination.
She could only take so much teasing, though. By the time he decided to have mercy on her and focus his attention on her clit, she was on the verge of begging for him to make her come.
He slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her to his mouth. After all the teasing he’d done, she expected Blake to toy with her clit, but he surprised her by closing his mouth over that most sensitive part of her anatomy and immediately twirling his tongue.
The word squeal did not begin to describe the sound she made.
She figured out damn quick why Blake had gotten such a firm grip on her ass—she pretty much went nuts. She grabbed his hair, clamped her thighs tight and held on for dear life, bucking like a bareback bronco as she gave herself over to the sensations.
There wasn't a whole hell of a lot of build up to her orgasm—all the foreplay had seen to that. One moment she was writhing in anticipation, the next she was screaming in pleasure.
She came so hard it was damn near painful, and she bucked against Blake as he drew her orgasm out longer and longer. When her clit was too sensitive to take his touch for even
a moment longer, he pulled his mouth away—and slid two fingers in her pussy.
He repeatedly curled his fingers against her G-spot, as if beckoning for her to keep coming.
Trista had been with a lot of men who knew how to make a woman come, but none who knew how to draw out a climax for so long, and she was helpless to do anything but obey his silent command. By the time Blake was done coaxing every last itsy bitsy drop of pleasure out of her pussy, she was absolutely rung out.
Thankfully, Blake was kind enough to hold onto her as he stood up. If he hadn't, she probably would have slid off the counter into a big puddle. When she was finally steady, he pulled her into a sitting position—with him right between her legs. His cock was at the perfect height to slide right in.
“I have a condom in my purse,” she said softly.
For some reason, she always felt a little embarrassed coming out and telling a man that right out of the blue. But there just wasn't a simple way to slip that into the conversation. If a man felt less of her for packing at all times, that was his problem.
But Blake didn't look anything but relieved. “Thank God. I didn't know what we were going to do if you didn't. I think I'd explode if I had to wait until I got you back to my place.”
His place? She liked the sound of that.
Giving him a grin, Trista hopped off the counter and ran over to her purse. It took a bit longer to find her emergency condom than she would have liked, and she was this close to dumping everything on the floor when her fingers finally closed over the foil packet. Holding it up like a present, she slowly sauntered back over to where Blake was waiting. She started to step over the pile of clothes on the floor, only to stop as a flash of silver caught her attention. Unable to resist, she bent down and helped herself to the pair of handcuffs from the leather pouch on his equipment belt.
She got to her feet, a condom in one hand and his cuffs dangling from the fingers of the other. “Think you can figure out how to use these?”
His mouth quirked. “I'm a trained law enforcement professional. What do you think?”
She smiled. “I think I can’t wait to be your prisoner.”
Trista dropped the cuffs into his outstretched palm, then put both hands out in front of her, wrists close together, pulse racing. Instead of cuffing her, though, Blake plunked the manacles down on the counter and pulled her into his arms for another kiss. She wasn’t going to complain. She could never be kissed too much. It was extra special because his flavor was mixed with her own arousal from all that pussy licking he’ done. She was so caught up in the taste she barely noticed when he grasped her hips in his big hands and lifted her onto the counter.
Grinning roguishly, he picked up the handcuffs and slowly locked one of the silver circles around her right wrist. Then he put that arm behind her back and held it there before moving the left around to join it. She didn't resist, but was still surprised at how easy it was for him to cuff her left wrist without being able to see it. He really was a professional at this. When they were secure, he tightened each cuff a few more clicks. Her pussy twitched at every snap of metal on metal.
She'd been tied up by a guy before, but she was a handcuff virgin. This was going to be wild.
Blake stepped back, regarding her with a hungry expression as he slowly worked his hand up and down his already erect cock. Trista licked her lips at the sight. She couldn’t believe she’d never seen a guy do that before. Watching him jerk off for her was beyond hot.
He grabbed the foil packet from the counter and tore it open with his teeth, then carefully rolled the condom onto his shaft. The latex seemed to accentuate how big he was, and her breathing quickened in anticipation as he spread her legs wide.
As she’d guessed, the counter put him at the perfect position. The head of his shaft was already nudging the opening of her pussy without any assistance at all.
Gaze locked with hers, Blake gently pushed himself inside. Trista yearned to look down and watch his penis slide inside her, but he held her captive with the intensity of his stare.
She gasped as his cock bottomed out in her. He was a perfect fit, touching her in all the right places. Blake threaded both hands in her hair and pulled her close for another scorching kiss. His tongue plunged in her mouth at the same time his cock slid out. It was hard to focus on either sensation, and impossible to ignore them as well, and she whimpered as he ravished her mouth while he pumped her pussy. She strained against the cuffs, wanting to envelop him in her arms, but it was useless. The handcuffs wouldn’t give. They made her feel so controlled she almost screamed. All she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and let him know how good he was making her feel by making him feel just as good.
Blake dragged his mouth away with a groan. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up so that the only part of her body still touching the counter were her cuffed hands. Then he pounded into her like he meant it. Her arms immediately protested at the workout they were getting. Her pussy, on the other hand, was in complete heaven. She considered it a fair trade-off.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “Don't stop!”
Despite how incredible it felt—and God, did it feel incredible—her arms couldn't handle the position very long. Against her will, she found herself thinking more about the strain on her triceps than the orgasm slowly building deep inside her, and she started losing her groove. Luckily, Blake seemed to have the ability to read her mind. Just when she thought her arms might give out, he came to a stop with his hard-on buried deep inside her.
He dipped his head to catch her bottom lips between his teeth and suck on it. “I think it's time for a position change, don’t you.”
She nodded in agreement, but that didn't keep her from groaning in disappointment when he slid his cock out of her pussy.
Kissing her again, he lifted her off the table and set her on her feet, then spun her around so that her back was to him. She wondered if he’d uncuff her, but he only nudged her forward until she was bent over the counter. It was high enough that she had to perch herself on her toes, but it also put her pussy right in line with Blake’s throbbing cock. He didn't waste any time burying it inside her.
While she was ready for him, she still gasped. Maybe because this position made it feel as if he so much deeper. As if he was touching places she'd never been touched.
Trista thought she might have trouble finding the string attached to her orgasm and reeling it back in, but thanks to Blake’s slow, measured thrusts, that wasn’t a problem. Once she had hold of it, she tried to rock back against him, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he held her hips tightly, controlling her every movement. She wasn't the kind of girl who usually gave up control like this, but she had been the one who suggested the cuffs. Besides, she had to admit, if there was anyone she didn’t mind being in charge of her sexual satisfaction, it was Blake. Which was why she played the good submissive and let him have his way with her.
But even Blake couldn’t hold back. Once he had her fires built up nice and hot, he fucked her harder, driving his cock in deeper with every thrust. His hips smacked against her ass, almost like he was giving her a spanking. Wasn’t that a delicious thought?
Trista bit her lower lip and moaned as the familiar tingling that always came before an orgasm coursed through her body. She'd already come hard twice, so this time her climax built up slower. When it came, it washed over her like gentle waves like the waves on a beach. She moaned her pleasure, forcing herself back on Blake's cock, eager to feel him come with her.
But he wouldn't do it. He rode her straight through her own climax and then slowed so she could enjoy the after tremors. She lay there catching her breath as he returned to his gentle, casual in-and-out pumping. Where the hell had this guy been all her life? Moving back to Houston was turning out to be the best decision she'd ever made. And Blake was going to be a permanent part of her new life here, she’d see to that.
“You have a beautiful ass, Trista,” he murmured. “You do know that,
don't you?”
Never one to pass on a compliment, even one that came in the middle of getting fucked, Trista shook her head with a laugh. “It not a part of my body I get to see too often, so no, I didn't know that. But thanks for telling me.”
He caressed her ass with one hand, squeezing her cheeks. Mmm, that felt good. Especially when he trailed one finger down the cleft between her cheeks to tickle her anus. She sucked in her breath. Was he going to slide his finger in her bottom?
“Are you telling me that no one has ever told you how devastating your ass is?”
First beautiful, then devastating? She could tell Blake was going to be good for her ego.
“You'd be the first.”
“Then you must hang out with stupid guys, because I think I'm in love with your ass.”
She laughed. “Feel free to love my ass all you want.”
Would he pick up on her double entendre? She’d absolutely love if he slid that succulent cock of his in her ass. It would be the ending of a perfect bout of sex.
“I would normally consider myself a breast man,” he said, tracing his finger around her sensitive rosebud. “But an ass like yours is enough to convert me to the dark side.”
So he was after her ass. She wiggled it at him. “If you like my ass so much, why don't you slide your cock in it?”
Having her face to the counter made it a lot easier to say something so blatant, but then again, she’d never had a problem asking for what she really wanted.
Chapter Four
He stopped moving his finger and she heard his breath hitch. “You sure about that? We don't have any lube.”
Dang. She hadn't thought about that. But she wanted him in there so badly. “I think my pussy has lubed you up pretty well. Just go slow.”
She wasn't surprised when he disregarded her assessment and instead spent a few minutes teasing her ass with his fingers, making sure she was completely relaxed and ready.
When he slid out of her pussy, she had to bite her lip to hold back a groan. He felt so good she wished he could have just stayed there all night. But if he did, he wouldn’t be able to slide in her ass. And she really wanted that. Besides, it was time to make him come. Heaven knew, she’d come more than enough times already.
