Tied with a Bow Anthology, Vol. 2

by Morris, Raven

  But Ty had worked them just right that night they’d been together. He’d circled his palm on them gently, then rotated them the other way. Then he’d rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, plucking them like a violinist would pluck the strings of his instrument, a true virtuoso when it came to a woman’s most sensitive regions.

  Like the one he was working so expertly with his tongue.

  Again, a virtuoso performance.

  The sensations balled low in her belly, tightening, quickening her breath, and she saw her tummy flutter some more, the fine mist of arousal break out upon her flesh.

  “Cup them, Ky.” Not only could Ty speak with a nipple between his teeth, he’d mastered speech while eating out a pussy.

  This truly was the best birthday present ever. No, Ty was the best present ever.

  “Rub your nipples with just your thumbs. Press them and circle them.”

  She did as he commanded, but then it was her turn to command him. “Spread me, Ty. Open me. I need you to tongue on every part of me.”

  She’d expected him to open her legs wider, but instead, he pushed her knees up.

  “Brace your feet on my shoulders, Ky. That way you can arch into my mouth when you come.”

  It wasn’t just his voice that could get her off. Here she was, spread eagled in a rented Towne car, heading into one of the busiest cities in the world in broad daylight, her tits thrusting toward the ceiling, her pussy dripping her juices all over Ty’s hands and his face and the leather seat, and all she wanted to do was scream in ecstasy.

  But then the driver would hear and the last thing she wanted was for him to pull this car over—for the sole reason that Ty would have to stop doing what he was doing.

  “Don’t stop, Ty.”

  His eyes twinkled that gorgeous mix of blue and green. “Trust me, Ky. I’ve waited eight years for this. I’m not stopping until I’m damn good and ready. And until you’re satisfied.”

  She could die a sated woman right now, but why waste the rest of this moment?

  He licked her again.

  The sensations were too much. Her eyes rolled back, and her head rolled back, she grabbed the edge of her seat, and dug her heels into the strong cord of muscle across his shoulder as she arched into him.

  But then he stopped.

  Her eyes flew open and she panted. “What?”

  “Keep your eyes, open, Kylie, or I’ll keep stopping.”

  “Dear God—” she muttered, struggling to tamp down the very sensation she wanted to enjoy. “Do you know how hard it is to do that?”

  “I know how hard something is and if you want that you’re going to have to do this my way. Now put your hands back on your tits and play with them.”

  “I don’t remember you being so bossy eight years ago,” she grumbled, wiggling her butt on the wet cushion. Wet from her.

  “That’s because you didn’t give me a chance. I wanted you too much those first couple of times, but if you’d stuck around, you would have gotten a taste of what I’m now getting a taste of.”

  He lowered his mouth to her again and she was willing to give him every chance he wanted.

  He took her on one hell of a ride. The man was as talented with a clit as he was with his surfboard, and if he could translate that into dollars, he’d be richer than the franchise deal was going to make him. He drove her crazy with those little flutter strokes, then turned her upside down and sideways with the hard, long licks that overwhelmed her to the point that she was begging him to stop—all the while praying he wouldn’t… and he didn’t—to the just-perfect suckling when he took her jazzed-up bundle of nerves into his mouth, working it with his teeth and tongue and lips and the sweet wet heat of his mouth, all the while his fingers working their own sort of magic. They slicked up the sides of her pussy lips, igniting those nerve endings, delved into her passage, his thumb heavy inside her, rubbing rubbing that sensitive flesh between her pussy and her ass, driving her wild with need.

  And then there was his dirty talk. Every so often, he’d give her a respite from his physical onslaught to utter something so completely hot it could have gotten her off if he hadn’t immediately put his mouth back on her and taken her on a different tangent until, at last, at the very last, she couldn’t hang on to her sanity. Couldn’t keep her eyes open. Couldn’t even breathe as the feelings rose up inside her like one of those waves he rode and she crashed down with it, fast and furious, rolling and roiling to a far distant shore she couldn’t get to for the churning ebb and flow of her orgasm as she strove to reach that safe haven. But just as she’d reach for it, Ty would lick or suck or fuck her with his fingers yet again and the whole thing would start over, that coiling sensation low in her belly that would roll in on itself, climbing the heights as a new wave of feeling crashed over her.

  She could have come twice; it could have been half a dozen times. A dozen. She had no idea. All she knew was that when Ty finally raised his head and slicked his talented mouth along her thighs, she could barely lift her head, her body was so sated with her release.

  “Good for you?”

  That dimple was there in his cheek, winking at her.

  She tried to speak. She did. But she couldn’t. She tried to raise her hands too, but that wasn’t happening. She tried moving her legs as well, but she couldn’t do that either.

  “Not going anywhere now, are you?” Ty smiled with satisfaction and raised himself up on his knees, still between her thighs where she wanted him to stay for the rest of her life.

  That got her to sit up.

  Rest of her life? She couldn’t go there with Ty. This was just a rekindled night of passion. A chance meeting—okay not so chance since she’d orchestrated it, but still, a fluke. One night. A memory replayed. Not forever. One didn’t do forever with Ty.

  But what would it be like to be able to do forever with Ty?

  Exhausting, exhilarating, exciting, extraordinary…

  “Damn, woman.” Ty moved out from her thighs. “You’re supposed to be too sated to move. What’s it going to take to keep you where I want you?”

  Three little words…

  Okay, now she was completely dreaming. Ty loving her was as possible as… as… as the moon not affecting the tides.

  She flipped her hair out of her face. Sort of. A lot of it was still stuck to her from the heat he’d generated. “We’re going to be at the hotel soon. I can’t have the driver finding us like this.”

  “Why? Worried he’d want to join in?” Ty arched an eyebrow over one of those gorgeous eyes. “I’m up for it if you are.”

  She looked at his groin. He wasn’t kidding; he was up. “You’re into threesomes?”

  Ty shrugged and sat on the seat beside her. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple.

  He was going to make her come again if he kept doing that.

  She told him so.

  Big mistake. He stopped.

  “You didn’t have to stop.”

  “What about the driver?” He handed her her dress. “Besides, now I’ve got something you want.”

  He’d always had that.

  “And more that I want. “ He licked each of his fingers. Slowly. Sensuously. Eyes closed, savoring. “There’s more for you where that came from, Kylie. You just have to promise to spend the night with me. All night. Until I say you can leave this time.”

  Her heart fluttered. So did her pussy. Ty wanted her to spend the night. And he wasn’t talking about sleeping. She could have yet another night with him.

  She pulled the dress over her head. “But what about the interview?” After all, this was her job. She didn’t think her boss would want a running expose of how talented Ty was with his fingers and tongue and mouth and cock.

  Though… sex did sell. It might make this issue the highest grossing one yet.

  “Just think of all the stuff you’re gonna find out about me.”

  “None of which will be printable.” She worked her arm into the sleeve the
n swatted his shoulder. “I have a job to do, Ty. You shouldn’t tempt me like this.”

  “It’s only fair. You’ve been tempting me ever since spring semester senior year. I think one night of temptation should be enough payback since you’re once more leaving me all hot and bothered with no way to relieve it.”

  Oh there was a way…

  She nibbled her bottom lip and looked out the window, wondering if they had enough time—

  “Shit! We’re here.” Kylie shoved her other arm into the other sleeve, yanked the bra cups up—ouch, caught a nipple—and swept her feet around the floor for her shoes while the driver pulled up to the St. Germaine’s porte cochere.

  Ty caught her leg. “Allow me, Cinderella.” He slid her shoe on.

  Yes, oh yes. Ty Nicholson could definitely pass for Prince Charming.

  Especially when he helped her out of the car and then swept her off her feet.

  Chapter Three

  Right there in front of the doorman and the guests and everyone pulling up at the hotel, Ty pulled a Rhett Butler, then planted a big ol’ kiss on her as if they were newlyweds.

  “Dude, get a room,” someone called out.

  Such a good idea.

  Ty pulled back, his hand still buried in her hair, and that look was back. “You want to come upstairs?”

  And downstairs. And on his face. And around his cock. She wanted to come everywhere.

  She almost giggled at the Dr-Seuss-ness of it, but didn’t because there was nothing childlike about what she was feeling. This was pure adult fantasy come to life.

  She nodded. And nibbled her lips again for good measure—this time on purpose.

  “You’re torturing me, you know.” He groaned against her neck and nibbled it, doing some torturing of his own before setting her down to pick up his carry-on.

  But he didn’t let go; he held on to her hand and led her to the elevator.

  “Wait. What about the key—”

  “The room’s been mine every first Sunday. They re-program my key for my arrival. No need to check in.”

  Ty lived in a world utterly different from hers, which only added to today’s fairy-tale-ness. But it was a fairy tale with a twist; Kylie would bet that Cinderella and Prince Charming had never gotten it on like she and Ty had in the car.

  Or the way they did the minute the doors of the private elevator to the penthouse closed behind them, either. Ty was on her so fast—or maybe she was on him—it was as if the episode in the car had only whetted their hunger for each other. As if the last eight years had never happened and they were right back at The Skeller, dirty-dancing against each other in the hot, sweaty darkness, mouths fused, hands roaming, and heat flooding every cell of her body, and, God, he felt just as good—no, better. Taller. Broader. Muscles more developed.

  One in particular.

  She stroked him through the shorts that might as well not have been there for all the protection they gave him. Thin cotton, and, if she wasn’t mistaken, nothing beneath, let her feel every gloriously, thick hard inch of him. And, oh, there were so many inches.

  Her pussy clenched with the memory of what he’d felt like ramming inside her, and she felt her juices cream thighs that were still slick with the wetness Ty had smeared all over them.

  She slipped her hand inside his shorts and ran her fingers over that swollen shaft.

  Ty sucked in a breath and nipped her neck. “Yeah, Kylie, touch me. Like that. Feel what you do to me. What you’ve always done to me.”

  She’d contemplate that always later because, seriously, it’d only been that one night, but right now the much more interesting thing was the pre-cum seeping from his slit. She circled the wetness on his head with her thumb, loving the way he jerked at her touch.

  She worked her other hand beneath his waistline and shoved the shorts down his legs, then followed them down to the floor so that she was on her knees in front of him.

  “Stop the elevator, Ty.” Her voice was hoarse as she looked at the glistening tip of his engorged cock and licked her lips at all that luscious goodness right there for the taking.

  She took.

  She took him right into her mouth and swallowed him to the back of her throat just as he hit the stop button.

  She cringed, waiting for the buzzer to go off—it was too soon for Ty to do that—but that was the thing about living in Ty’s world. He paid for the privilege of having all his wants and needs—including silent elevators—fulfilled.

  She had so many wants and needs where he was concerned.

  She ran her tongue along the length of him, feeling the pulsing of his thick vein. How many other people had gotten a blowjob in this elevator?

  How many security team members jerked off watching it happen?

  Kylie smiled around Ty’s cock. Now there was an image. Were people watching them right now? Were they stroking themselves, imagining her mouth on them?

  “God, Kylie, your mouth… Jesus, woman, you’re incredible.”

  He probably said that to all the women who blew him, but Kylie didn’t care. He meant it when he said it to her. And even if he didn’t, this was her fantasy.

  But she wanted to be his.

  She cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm while she ran a finger along the smooth skin behind them.

  “Ah, God.” Ty fell back against the wall, the brass handrail hitting him on his ass, pushing his cock further into her mouth.

  She sucked.

  “Ah, yeah, Kylie. That’s it, honey. Suck me hard.”

  He gripped her head and pushed her into him.

  But Kylie pushed back, sliding her mouth off. “Don’t touch, Ty. Keep your hands on the handrail.”

  He looked down at her, his Caribbean-sea eyes now clouded with lust. “What?”

  Good, his mind was foggy, too. “Don’t touch me. Keep your hands on that handrail and don’t let go. Not if you want to come.”

  It took him a second or two, but then there was that flash of realization in his eyes, and a decidedly wicked grin crept across his face.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He put his hands on the rail, then arched his back, his tank stretched tight across the most perfect set of abs. “Please suck me.”

  He even opened his legs a little, bringing him down to just the right height.

  “Since you asked so nicely…” She smiled right before she put her lips back on the tip of him, never breaking eye contact just like he’d wanted in the car.

  Let’s see him be able to do that now.

  She sucked him in another inch.

  His breathing sped up, and his biceps clenched as his grip tightened on the rails. “More.”

  She licked the tip, delving into his slit.

  He hissed when she pulled her mouth away.

  “Your shirt,” she said. “Take it off.”

  He leaned against the mirror-lined wall, naked from the waist down, his cock jutting towards her, with a tank clinging to his abs, his shorts pooled at his feet, in a pose that screamed women’s erotic fantasy photo shoot.

  She’d have him screaming.

  He whipped his shirt off and flung it somewhere behind her. Not that it had all that many places to go in an elevator, but still… sexy.

  “Suck me, Kylie. Get me off.”

  Gladly. But she didn’t say it, preferring to let her lips do their talking, and she worked him inch by thick inch back into her mouth.

  “And then I’m going to return the favor,” he said just before he hit the back of her throat.

  Return the favor? Oh, God, this wasn’t going to be the elevator quickie she’d planned. At what point would the hotel send out a maintenance crew?

  Her pussy throbbed at the image of an audience and she didn’t know why. Exhibitionism wasn’t her thing. Neither were multiple partners. Ty was all she needed tonight.

  Ever…

  Yeah, she wasn’t going there. She hadn’t deluded herself years ago when she’d been a naïve—well, maybe not so naïve—senio
r; she wasn’t going to start now.

  This, them, here, now… It was all about sex. Just sex. She wasn’t complaining.

  She sucked him more, taking him all the way in, her nose buried in that coarse hair at his base. He smelled so good. Surf, sand, sunshine, the sea. That’s who Ty was. A free spirit who not only played by his own rules, but ran his own game. Took what he wanted, when he wanted, where he wanted, and made no apologies.

  To her, someone who—one amazing night eight years ago notwithstanding—played by the rules and did what was expected of her, his do-it-my-way way of life was just as heady as his scent and his taste and the way he made her feel. The way he made her come. A girl could get used to that.

  She shook her head, smiling when he groaned at that action and pushed himself further into her throat. She flexed her fingers against his balls.

  “God, yes, Kylie. Work them.”

  She slid her other hand over his butt, two of the most perfect examples of glutes she’d ever had the privilege of touching. She feathered her fingers over them, stroking the cleft between and fingered his anus.

  Everything changed in that instant. He leaned back against the wall and his knees splayed and his hips jerked, and he moved onto her fingers, opening his legs a little more, wanting her in there.

  So she slid her finger inside.

  “Kylie.” Desperation, almost, in his voice.

  She curled it forward, finding that special spot that could make a man beg.

  But Ty proved once more that he wasn’t like any other man she’d ever known: he didn’t beg, he didn’t moan, he didn’t collapse in a puddle of lust.

  “God, yes, Ky. Finger me. Fuck me.”

  He ordered.

  And she obeyed, sliding her finger out, then back in, hitting that gland each time.

  Ty groaned and rolled his hips to match her rhythm, bearing down against her invasion, his breathing kicking it up a notch, and his cock, his thick amazingly wonderful cock fucking her mouth. She wanted it fucking her other parts and soon.

  “Oh, God, Kylie. I’m... I can’t…” His hips jerked and she fucked him some more, then swept her tongue, first fast then slow, over his engorged shaft, licking the salty drops of cum from the tip.