As I observe him, I touch myself. I brush my fingers over the diamond hard tips of my nipples, I sweep a hand down my belly and find my own wetness. I’m slick and hot, and I’m tempted to stop him from finishing because I want him inside me.
But watching Reid pleasure himself drives me mad. His whole body changes as he gets close. If I’m going to stop him, I need to do it now.
But I can’t stop him. Instead, I plunge two fingers between my legs and into my wet core. I cry out because it’ll take me seconds to climax. As his eyes pop open and he bears his teeth, I come standing up, while at the same time, the ropy strings of his release land into his open palm. A noise escapes from the back of his throat and he seems to lose all strength, reminding me of a rag-doll.
“Come here,” he says and I step closer. He takes my hand, the one that was buried in my pussy and he slides my two slick fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of my arousal.
Then he slowly and carefully pushes himself to his feet still holding my wrist so I can’t back away. Before I realize what he’s about to do, he kisses me.
The taste of my own arousal on his lips pulls a groan from me. “Touch me,” I demand.
He raises his fist, the one containing his cum. “May I go clean up?”
I laugh. “Yes. Please.” I tilt my head toward the master bathroom. “In there.”
I can’t help but watch him walk away from me. I appreciate the play of his muscles under his skin along his back, his thick thighs, and, oh, that ass. I can’t wait to dig my nails into those muscular globes when he’s pumping into me.
I shake my head and rub my eyes before looking over at the bed and seeing the rest of the contents of his box spread over the mattress. Yes, this is really happening. I haven’t been imagining it. It’s not one of my many Reid Turner fantasies.
But it seems too good to be true.
When he exits the bathroom, he’s semi-soft, and the urge to take him into my mouth washes over me, because when he isn’t aroused, I can take more of him at one time. But my desire to have him touch me instead overrules my instinct.
I’ve waited a long, long time for this man. I’m tempted to lock the doors and never let him leave again.
But that would make me no better than the woman in Misery. And I want him to be here because he chooses to be, not because he’s forced.
I want him to touch me because he wants to, not because I make him.
As he approaches, his gaze caresses every inch of my body and he gives me a breathtaking smile that sucks the air from my lungs. His dark brown eyes appear almost black and he moves with a fluidity that reminds me of a dancer. Impossible. He’s too solidly built to be so graceful. He’s a powerhouse, a body made for strength. A man made for loving.
When he steps toe to toe with me, we end up only a breadth apart, but nothing touches but our breaths and our heat. He scorches my being, all the way to my bones.
My breath shallows as I die for his touch a little more with each passing second. If I shift even a little, I’ll be seared by his skin. I fear those scars may not ever disappear, unlike the marks I left on his body. Those will fade, be forgotten. But I will never forget this.
This moment, this night, this man.
It’s only ever been him.
I will relish every touch, every kiss I receive, in case this is the only night I spend with him.
“Sydney,” he murmurs as he stares down into my face.
“Reid Fucking Turner,” I whisper back.
His eyes flash and the corner of his lip curls up. “May I touch you now?”
“You fucking better.”
I expect him to go right for the goods. But he doesn’t. He sweeps his fingertips along my hairline, across my forehead, over my cheekbones, my nose, my chin… my parted lips.
It’s a tenderness I didn’t expect. It catches me off guard since it’s a total turnabout of the earlier activities.
His gaze follows the same path as his fingers as they move down my throat and slide across my shoulders. My nipples are tight, painful, aching for his touch, especially as he gets closer.
But he avoids them, drawing a hiss from me. He ignores it and continues his journey, tracing the outer curves of my breast, my ribcage. When his hands span my waist, they circle around back and down my ass, he then smooths his palms over my hips before dropping to his knees once again in a submissive position. He draws circles over my thighs, narrowly missing a brush against my damp folds with the backs of his knuckles. I shiver at his light touches. When he gets to my feet, he starts his way back up, using his mouth, his lips, his tongue this time, worshiping my trembling body as he goes.
I clench my fingers into fists to stop myself from shoving him to the floor and mounting him right there. He presses butterfly kisses across my lower belly and I realize then this is simply another form of torture. The tables have temporarily turned.
His actions may not involve crops, or hot wax, or any discomfort at all. But it’s painful all the same. Because I ache deeply for him. From my very core to every extremity. Every nerve stands on end, every sense becomes sharpened.
And just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slides my thigh over his shoulder and presses his mouth to my sex. I grasp his head in my hands as he sucks my clit, then circles it with his tongue. My eyelids flutter closed as my fingers dig into his hair, pulling him tighter against me. He slides his tongue between my folds, stroking, caressing, until I cry out. When he slips two fingers inside me, I curse him. Because Reid Fucking Turner is going to make me come apart, but not quickly enough. With his mouth pressed to my sensitive clit and his fingers fucking me, I find myself on the precipice.
He finds my ass, his fingers playing along my crease, teasing me where no one has touched before. But before he can take it any further, my core ripples and clenches tightly around him, soaking him with my arousal. He makes a noise as he licks away all traces of my climax and when he sits back on his heels, I can’t miss how my orgasm affected him. He’s long and hard again, and I’m ready for him to put his cock where his fingers just were.
6
Reid
I never knew she existed and now I can’t get enough of her. She consumes me. When this night ends, there may not be anything left of me. She may own me completely. She my master and I her slave.
But I don’t care, because my wrists are now bound to the upper corners of her headboard, my arms stretched wide. In one way or another, I will atone for never noticing her all throughout high school.
I will gladly grovel at her feet to make up for what a fool I was.
Naked, she kneels on the bed between my spread legs. Her face is flushed and her eyes sparkle as she holds up a latex toy. I can’t get over how beautiful she is.
“What’s this?”
I study the object, one of many I’ve added to my collection since my separation and divorce in the hope that I’d find someone to play with, to explore some new experiences. I think again on how lucky I am to have moved next door and to find Sydney. Her long, dark hair flows loosely around her shoulders and I want to feel its silkiness against my skin, over my cock.
“An anal plug.”
She looks at it curiously. I’m pleased she hasn’t found any of my toys distasteful so far. She’s been open-minded all night. And she really seemed to get off on “punishing” me earlier.
“Is it for you or for me?”
My breath catches at the image of me coating it with lube and pushing it inside her, stretching her, filling her before my own flesh takes its place. I groan at the thought of how tight she would be. A place untouched by any other man. “Either,” I finally answer.
“Have you used one before?”
Fuck. I see where she’s going with her question and I almost wish I hadn’t bought it. I may end up on the receiving end of the plug tonight. I don’t know whether to be excited or worried. “No.”
She meets my gaze and gives me a smile that makes my cock twitch. “Do you want
to?”
“Do I have a choice?” I pull at the ropes binding me to the headboard to remind her that I really don’t. She holds the power in her hands right now.
“No, I guess you don’t. But you’re not in a good position for us to try it.”
I agree, especially since I’m sitting up in bed, bound to the headboard. But I’m sure she can figure it out. I question whether I should tell her that or not, since I’m still on the fence on whether I want her to try it on me. Though, if it came down to it, I wouldn’t hesitate to use it on her. And, smart man that I am, I didn’t get a big one. Luckily. My ass might thank me later.
“I guess I would need the lube,” she says, searching the bedroom for the tube.
“I would suggest that. Otherwise, the neighbors might wonder why there’s a man in your bedroom screaming red at the top of his lungs.”
She giggles and hops off to locate the Astroglide. She raises the tube up in triumph when she finds it and a bead of sweat pops out on my forehead. I tell myself that I should be willing to do anything I’d want to do to her. I tell myself again. And one more time for good measure.
Look at me being a pussy. Hot wax and being whipped with a leather riding crop didn’t faze me a bit. But a little anal plug scares the shit out of me.
When she climbs back on the bed, she pauses to study me. I see the wheels turning in her head. “Bend your knees.”
“I don’t know—“
“Do it!” she shouts at me.
My eyes widen and my lips twitch, but I do what she asks—no, demands. I see what she’s doing, exposing my vulnerability. AKA my ass. She squirts lube all over the anal plug.
“Do you want to put something down on the—“
“Quiet!”
Okay, then.
She shuffles on her knees across the bed until she’s between my thighs. “Damn, I need an extra set of hands.”
I certainly can’t help. I’m bound to the bed. But I am curious why she needs assistance.
Then she does something I don’t expect. She takes me between her lips again. I groan as she practically swallows my length into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue plays along my cock as she sucks me. Ah, fuck.
As her amazing mouth pulls at my dick, I lift my hips slightly to meet her. She cups my balls and they tighten from the contact. She pulls them higher and then there’s a finger playing with my ass.
Ah, fuck.
The more she teases my tight hole, the more I relax. So far, so good. Between her mouth working my cock, the finger action, and the little sucking sounds she’s making, I’m in heaven. My eyelids get heavy and I find myself breathing quicker, deeper. Then my chest heaves as she pushes her index finger in to the first knuckle. She’s driving me nuts. It’s weird but great at the same time and I’m surprised. Pleased. And—
Aaah, fuck.
Her whole finger slips in and out of me. She’s fucking my ass. Holy shit. She curves her finger and strokes my prostate, which makes me groan and I want to shoot my load down her throat.
Then her finger is quickly replaced by something larger, firmer. She presses the slippery plug but finds resistance. When she sucks me harder, faster, I fucking want to grab her hair and fuck her face. But I can’t. I’m being punished. I can’t move my hands. I have no control on the speed of her mouth, of her sucking me. And my cock gets even harder at the thought.
One hand squeezes my balls and the other— She shoves the plug past my sphincter and I cry out at the pinch and the slight discomfort. I feel full, stretched. It’s an odd sensation. It’s not so bad, I’m kind of liking it.
She raises her head with a look of victory in her eyes. “Success.” Her lips are shiny and I don’t want to do anything but kiss them right now. When she straightens up, I’m a bit disappointed. I was hoping she’d suck me to completion. But when I see a condom in her hand, my disappointment quickly disappears. Because I know what’s coming next.
I am so fucking ready.
I’ve been ready for this moment since I stood watching her out of my window.
And here it is… hours later. And finally… finally, I’m going to be deep inside her, feeling her pussy squeezing me tight, milking me dry.
Unless… she’s just teasing me. No. No. Noooo.
But no, she’s rolling the condom on my cock and I lean my head back against the bed and watch her with hooded eyes. I drop my knees so she can straddle me. I suck in a breath as she lifts herself above me, lines me up, and—
Ah, mother fuck.
As she slides down my length, her eyes flutter shut and her mouth goes lax. My brain just shuts down to nothing. All I can do is concentrate on the tight, wet heat that surrounds me. My cock throbs inside her. It’s like a little piece of heaven. When her eyes pop open, she plants her palms on my chest and begins to move. Slowly, oh so slowly, at first. I want to cry like a baby with how good it feels. The only thing that would make it better would be to scrap the condom and feel her directly against me.
But I know that’s stupid and—
Ah, fuck.
She leans forward to kiss me and her puckered nipples brush against my chest. The next time I fuck her—or she fucks me—I want my hands free. I want to be able to explore her body as she rides my shaft like a dime-store pony.
Every time she lowers, the anal plug shifts deep inside and my mind is blown. I think I may not ever want to have sex without one in again.
Then she does something with her hips. A grind, a circle, whatever the fuck it is, it’s amazing and I groan into her mouth. She nips my bottom lip, making me cry out.
I’m so ready to explode. My balls feel tight, by cock has never been so hard, and I swear her hips are double-jointed. Then she sinks down on me and stills for second. Only a second because then she makes small movements… she’s rubbing her clit against me. I want to touch her there. I want to tease her until she comes around my cock. But I’m fucking tied up and I can’t. I can’t. I want to, but I can’t.
“Fucking bite me,” I cry out, surprising even myself at my outburst.
She sinks her teeth into my neck and I realize I may have made a mistake. Her biting me might make me lose it before she has even climaxed. But she whimpers against my skin and she’s just as turned on as me.
“Green,” I practically groan. My eyes squeeze shut with the intense pleasure that runs through me when she kisses my shoulder and then bites me hard. My hips jump off the bed, thrusting hard and deep into her. The anal plug shifts again and I’m done.
So done. Stick a fork in me.
“I can’t…” I groan. Trying to tell her I can’t go on any longer.
But instead of slowing down, she increases her pace as she rises and falls on my cock and she bites me again in the chest. I cry out from the sharp pain, but I’m almost there. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to go. With or without her.
She reaches between us and rubs furiously at her clit, throwing her head back with abandonment.
When I feel her core ripple around my length, I come like a geyser. My cock pulsates violently and I slam my head back against the headboard with a crack and a curse.
I see stars. I’m not sure if it’s from the impact to my head or the mind-blowing sex with this woman. Sydney collapses on top of me, her arms around my shoulders and she rubs the back of my head.
“Are you okay?”
Okay? You can crack my head with a baseball bat if I get to have sex like that. But I keep that to myself. Instead I say, “Perfect.”
She nuzzles her nose in the crook of my neck and sighs.
7
Sydney
No way! I just fucked Reid Fucking Turner. I should hire a prop plane with an aerial banner (like the ones at the shore) and have it buzz the neighborhood, the county, the state, hell, the country. Let everyone know that my mission has been accomplished. Not only did I get to fuck him, I got to shove an anal plug up his ass.
Who would have guessed that? Now the problem was, who was getting it back ou
t?
Not me. I’m not raising my hand for that job.
When I return from disposing of the condom, I stop at the end of the bed and study Reid with his arms still outstretched. Marks from the wax and my teeth mar his chest and I almost feel guilty about them. But I shouldn’t. I didn’t do anything he didn’t want me to.
I move around to each side of the bed, releasing the ropes that bind him. His arms drop to the bed and with a groan, he rubs his wrists.
He watches me and I him as the seconds pass without a word. Finally, I ask, “Well?”
“Well what?”
“You going to go remove that thing?” I nod toward that area.
He chuckles, but doesn’t move. “Are you giving me an order?”
“No.” I hesitate, but for only a moment. “You don’t want to take it out?”
His eyes crinkle at my surprise. “I kind of like it.”
I shrug. “Okay, leave it in then.” I climb onto the bed and settle next to him. “What’s it like?”
He cocks an eyebrow my way. “Do you want to find out?”
“Mmm. I don’t know.” I chew my lower lip. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that at this point. But this man may be able to talk me into anything. Especially if it keeps him from getting dressed and walking out my front door.
I glance at the clock and realize the night’s half over. I wonder if dawn will bring a dose of reality and we’ll go our separate ways.
Though, as I look at the various toys scattered across the floor and the two nightstands, I can’t imagine he’ll find anyone more convenient than his next-door neighbor to voluntarily play his sex games.
And anyway, who said I’m letting him leave? I got him, now I’m keeping him.
His arm curls around me and he pulls me into his side, nuzzling my hair. “I still can’t believe I didn’t know who you were.”
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