ShakenandStirred

by M. A. Ellis

  Susanne loved his accent and even if the words he was speaking were total crap, she didn’t care. Her body was in that pleasant stage of post-orgasmic floatation but for some reason it differed from the ordinary. She seemed to be staying adrift longer than normal, mentally crediting it to the fact he’d had her on the brink for so long that when release finally came, it overshadowed the results of even her best vibrator.

  “Mmmm.” She started to scratch her nose and the realization that she was still tied slammed into her. It was followed by her pussy clenching at the thought.

  Look at you. Satisfied like never before and still wanting more!

  Only because she knew the man kneeling before her probably never ever broke his word. She found that as attractive as his chiseled body and rugged face. Maybe more so.

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re egotistical?” She sighed, wiggling her fingers to find the lengths of cord that would set her free. “And you shouldn’t make promises you can’t deliver on.”

  “Has anyone ever told you they wanted to lick your pussy until you screamed their name?” He reached over and lifted the cords up and away from her searching fingers. “And you shouldn’t goad a man if you’re not willing to suffer the consequences.”

  His eyes glimmered, the deep gray irises turning darker.

  “Give me the rope.” Her tone held conviction.

  “Consequences, sugar.” He flicked his wrists and the cords began to sway to and fro. “If this were real—if you were truly my sex slave for the night—it wouldn’t matter that you’re uncomfortable. Your goal would be to do whatever I ordered, just to please me.”

  “Lucky this isn’t real then.” Her eyes followed the swing of the cord. “I want the loops, Trey. I want free.”

  “No you don’t. You don’t want that at all. And until you can be honest with yourself, we’ll just have to go with what I want. And right now…”

  He let go of the cord and she squealed as he gripped her upper arms and pulled her quickly to her knees.

  “I want your pussy against my mouth.”

  He picked her up and slid her legs along the comforter until she was at the edge of the bed.

  “That’s a real sexy pose, me just able to see the shadow of those sweet lips. But I’m way past the teasin’ stage. Open your legs,” he ordered in a firm voice that had every nerve ending in her body coming to attention. Her heart thundered and she quickly obeyed, sitting back on her heels for her own comfort.

  “Wider.”

  Susanne spread her knees as far as they would go, dropping her butt lower to accommodate her bonds. She looked down at him, hoping to gauge his reaction, but his eyes focused on her pussy.

  He leaned in, his breath teasing her thighs as he whispered. “That’s the way.”

  She wrapped her hands around her ankles as an erotic shiver stole through her body. She dug her nails in a second later when she heard him blow out and a cool stream of air drifted over her hot slit. He buried his nose against her mons and she jerked upright at the first hot pass of his tongue against her clit.

  “I like that better,” he said, slowly sucking the little nub into his mouth then releasing it with a little “pop” before sitting back on his haunches.

  Susanne lowered her butt back to her heels, shocked at how one single caress could have her cunt throbbing once again.

  “Do you like when I lick you?”

  “Yes,” she answered quickly, hoping he’d see her rapid response as part of the game and not the desperation that was building inside.

  “And you want more?”

  “Yes.” God yes!

  He backed away from her until his stomach was resting against the mattress and locked gazes. Susanne waited, knowing a demand would be made.

  “Bring that honey to me.” He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

  Susanne rose to her knees as far as the cord would allow, unable to bring her aching flesh close enough to the relief his lips promised. She arched her back, still nowhere near as close as she needed to be.

  “C’mon, sugar. Just a little farther.”

  He swooped down and left a trail of kisses along her lower stomach and Susanne thrust her hips forward with total wantonness.

  “Just like that.” It was the last thing he said before sticking out his tongue and running it down one side of her bare labia and up the other. He tilted his head and placed a long kiss against her slit. She felt just the tip of his tongue trace the edges of her opening and she placed her index and middle fingers tightly together, using them to balance herself against her heels, waiting for the little jolt of pleasure that was sure to rock through her when he touched her clit.

  The front of her thighs burned but there was no way to take the pressure from them without losing contact with his talented lips and tongue. She chose not to move, knowing the reward for her patience would be worth the slight discomfort.

  He worked his way around, up and down, side to side, never fully touching the little kernel that seemed to tighten more with each open-mouthed caress. She clenched the cheeks of her ass and pushed her muscles to their limits as she tilted her pelvis toward him.

  “That feels so good,” she whispered, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. It helped alleviate the pressure on her spine but did nothing for the full-body ache his tongue work caused.

  “Mmmhmmm.”

  His response vibrated through her and Susanne groaned aloud. “Oh god. Do that again.”

  He ignored her plea and licked the juice from her slit with one long, solitary stroke that brought the tip of his tongue flush against her clitoris. He flicked the little nub once and she flinched. Twice more and she growled his name.

  “This is never goin’ to be enough,” he said, starting a slow, circular rotation that had her exhaling the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. His calloused hands slid up her outer thighs, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake. His tongue circled and circled along the smooth lower edge of her clitoris and then over the looser skin of the hood, over and over, with a steady pressure that had her gritting her teeth.

  “More.” She barely heard her own whispered plea but his hands suddenly grabbed her ass and forced her closer. She gasped as the firmer pressure forced the budding of another orgasm. The fact that she might never get enough of him flashed across her mind.

  “I need to taste you,” she moaned.

  “You will.” The slight pause had no effect on his working her toward the brink of orgasm.

  She wanted to do to him what he was doing to her. She wanted to lick his body until she had committed every manly inch to memory. Her legs were starting to shake and she knew there wouldn’t be much time.

  “I want to suck your cock,” she said desperately.

  “Later.”

  “Now.”

  “Later.”

  “No!” she yelled, louder than she’d intended. Forcing a modicum of space between her hips and his lips took monumental internal strength.

  “Bring that back up here.”

  “Untie me.”

  “I’m not done yet.”

  “I need to touch you.”

  “After you—”

  “Now.” She sobbed her frustration, falling sideways on the bed. The long end of one of her bindings struck her thigh and she wiggled frantically, trying to catch hold of it.

  A part of her realized he’d shot to his feet.

  “Sugar! Easy.” She felt the firm tug of the cord and her right arm and leg were suddenly free. She stared upward into his startled eyes before sitting up and reaching for the other cord. She grabbed it and yanked but it wouldn’t come free.

  “Susanne. Let me.”

  Her heart was drumming in her ears but the knot finally pulled loose and in one smooth move she scooted off the bed, landing on her knees as she wrapped both hands around his cock. She looked up at him with desire-filled eyes.

  “Don’t ever make me wait again.”
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  She tightened her grip and watched a glistening drop of pre-cum form at the tip. She bent her head and ran her tongue around the head of his cock in the same teasingly circular motion he had used on her until she heard his low rumble of delight. Satisfaction surged and she lightly raked him with her teeth. He buried a hand in her hair and Susanne could feel his battle for restraint.

  She waited to see what he was going to do. His fingers flexed. Once. Twice. And then relaxed.

  “Are you just going to play with it?” he asked in a strained voice. “Or are you goin’ to suck it proper?”

  His words proved he truly was a master of deceptive control.

  Susanne hid her smile, and with a little restraint of her own, swallowed him slowly.

  He’d lost the upper hand.

  Who gives a fuck?

  It was his place to set the standards.

  According to whom?

  First nights were just that. Firsts. Women kept those memories in a little mental compartment for all of eternity and they pulled them out of storage when they needed to serve a specific purpose. They never forgot those memories were there.

  Guess what you’re never going to forget? How hot Susanne looks right now—on her knees with her hair a mess. Or how she moans when you run your tongue around the left side of her clit. Or the way she can deep throat your cock better than any other woman on the planet.

  Trey shook his head and tried to think of something other than the fact he wanted to let her and masterful cock-sucking skills take him right over the edge. No, that was his inner horn dog in him talking. He wanted to hold out. He wanted to bury himself in her again. At the very least, once more. But damn. The woman was making it more difficult by the second for him to consider that an achievable goal.

  He loved the way she made him feel and not just when her lips were doing things that made his blood boil. Something strange had touched him when he’d taken her in that hallway.

  Up against a wall? True horn-dog moment, son.

  She looked up at him, her gaze all innocence one second and pure seduction the next. She stopped mid-swallow and hesitantly squeezed his balls. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck her right there on the floor or wrap her in his arms and protect her for all eternity.

  She’s going to be hurt either way, come morning. Why change your ways now? I say, go for the poundin’.

  There were times he hated that motherfucking voice but Susanne chose that moment to go down on him in earnest and Trey pushed everything except the need to pleasure them both from his mind.

  “Get up here, darlin’. You’ve tasted enough,” he said, threading his fingers through her silky hair.

  “I haven’t tasted everything,” she said in a steamy tone that made his dick surge. “See, even it wants me to keep going.”

  “I don’t give a shit what it wants,” Trey said. He pulled her from her knees to her feet and then quickly hooked her leg high on his hip before bouncing her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the heat from her pussy scorching his stomach.

  “I want you so bad,” he whispered hoarsely. It was the truth. He could find pussy anywhere. He wanted her. He burned for Susanne.

  “I want you too,” she replied.

  She gripped his shoulders and he took a deep breath before picking her up and then lowering her onto his cock. Jesus god. There’d never been anything like this. The heat. The softness. The perfect fit. He started as slow as his aching balls would permit, working her up and down his shaft as sweat broke out along the center of his back. She gave the occasional wiggle against him but he knew that after her break for the blowjob she wasn’t as close as he’d like her.

  “How ‘bout we try something a little more traditional?” he asked, not giving her a chance to answer as he took a few steps toward the bed. He carefully lowered her, keeping their bodies joined as he positioned her heels on the sideboards.

  With a leisurely ease he was far from feeling, he thrust in and out, watching her face closely to ensure he’d know when he hit the perfect depth. He pushed a half inch farther and her eyes widened. He looked down at his dick and pulled nearly all the way out. When he thrust again and stopped, a little moan escaped her mouth.

  He wanted to be so much deeper in her heat but he wouldn’t rush. Not with Susanne. Not this time. And if someone forgave him for his transgressions and granted him another chance to be in her arms again, not then either. He flexed and released his hips, his cock rubbing the spot on the front of her vagina with every movement.

  “It’s heaven. Don’t you think?”

  “Heaven,” she agreed, and he stroked a little quicker, relieved when he felt her pussy clamp down.

  “Or hell,” she panted, covering her stomach with her hand. “I’m on fire.”

  “Me too, sugar.”

  “Ohmigod, I mean it. This doesn’t feel right. I’m so hot.”

  “Shhh. You’re fine. Trust me. You’ll see.” He covered her hand with his and gave it an encouraging squeeze before pushing it to the side and replacing it with his palm. He pressed firmly down against her abdomen, silently praying that he’d be able to last.

  “Shit!” She picked her head up and looked at his hand and then into his eyes, desire and fear and confusion swirling. “Stop. This doesn’t usually happen.”

  “It does with me.”

  “How?” She was watching his cock go in and out.

  “Don’t you know, darlin’? It’s the curve.”

  “Oh fuck.” She threw her head backward and covered her eyes with the backs of her hands. He felt the roll of tension that snaked through her body, knowing she was struggling against the feeling.

  “Don’t fight it. Breathe and let me take you a little higher.”

  “No!” He watched her breasts rise and fall, all the while holding back his release as he pumped harder.

  “Come with me, sugar. I know you’re close.” Gripping spasms were milking his shaft and he felt the jolt of electricity that heralded his impending release.

  “For me, Susanne. Come for me.” It was part order, part plea.

  She sobbed his name, clutching the sheets as she finally gave in and allowed the orgasm to envelop her.

  For the first time in years, he felt the glorious sensation of unencumbered release. No spilling himself into a condom or on a belly or over some shapely ass. His hips kept pumping, delirious to be seated inside a woman’s warmth. His woman’s warmth.

  The thrumming in his temples lessened to the point that it no longer competed with his wildly beating heart. He looked down at Susanne’s limp body, waiting until their breathing had slowed before he spoke.

  “How was that?”

  “Awful,” she lied, listening to her heartbeat resonate through her head. There was a second where she’d thought it might actually burst from the frenetic activity. She pushed herself fully onto the bed. “That was not traditional.”

  He slid up beside her and propped his head on one hand, offering her a pleased grin as he brushed her hair out of her eyes. “The crazy shit’s over. I promise.”

  She couldn’t move. Couldn’t.

  “That’s too bad. I was starting to like that crazy shit,” she finally said.

  He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his body, pushing at her hips until she was forced to roll onto her side. His heat enveloped her from shoulders to toes as he molded his large frame to her. His hand drifted to her breast, his thumb tracing a lazy figure eight just below her heart.

  “How ‘bout I amend that to ‘the crazy shit’s over for now’?”

  She knew he was smiling and it brought on a lazy grin of her own.

  “Perfect,” she said softly, feeling the lethargy begin to take hold. She wiggled her hips to get more comfy.

  “You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?”

  “I’ve had a hard day, cowboy.”

  “Keep doin’ that, sugar, and you’re going to have a hard night as well.”
/>   Susanne closed her eyes and sighed as pure contentment washed over her. She hadn’t felt this relaxed and secure in a very long time. The voice of reason should have been warning her but for once it was nowhere to be found. Maybe it was basking in the afterglow of great sex too. If that were the case, she needed to do this more often. That voice was damn annoying most of the time and she appreciated the silence.

  “I was really looking forward to you riding me, Susanne. Watching you get one of those long legs up and straddle me. Slide down my cock nice and slow before reversin’ around so I could get a good view of your ass. Lord, sugar. That would be heaven.”

  He eased his hips back a bit and she felt his cock jump.

  “Mmmmm. Tempting, Tex. Very tempting.” Susanne mustered enough energy to roll toward him and push him to his back. She slid her arm around his waist and threaded her leg between his thighs.

  “Is this all part of some devil’s plan?” she asked, laying a kiss on his nipple before resting her head on his chest. His body tensed but she didn’t give the reaction a second thought.

  “What plan?”

  “The one where you make love to me so often that I can’t get out of bed in the morning.”

  “Because you’re too sore?” he asked, a hint of worry evident in his tone.

  “No, Mr. I’m-so-full-of-myself-because-I-have-a-rockin’-penis.”

  Susanne felt the rumble of his silent laughter.

  “Then why?”

  “Because I doubt I’ll have the strength left to move.”

  “Trust me, Susie Q. You’ve left me shaken too.”

  Susanne laughed and shifted against him. “And I was definitely stirred.”

  He was quiet for a moment and then his chest rumbled. “I got it now. Shaken and stirred. That’s cute, sugar.”

  She lay there, listening to the rapid thud of his heart as she slid further into slumber. “You’re an awesome lover. But you already know that.”

  “Never hurts to hear it again.” He slid his arm around her back and gave her butt a tiny squeeze before resting his hand on her hip. “And a man’s only as good as the woman who’ll let him love her. Thank you for that, sugar.”

  He wrapped his other arm around her back and hugged her tight.