by River Savage
That’s my girl.
“Here’s how we’ll play it,” I tell her, taking her other wrist in my grasp and snapping on the second cuff. “You can be in charge, first,” I explain, liking this play much better than hers.
“And how am I supposed to be in charge if I can’t use my hands, Hetch?” She raises her hands in front of her and pushes out a huff of air when she realizes how restraining cuffs can be.
“Words, baby. I’m at your beck and call right now. You just gotta know how to ask.” I slip my finger through the cuff, making sure it’s not too tight.
“You’re gonna do what I say?” She doesn’t sound so sure, but fuck me, looking at her right now, hands restrained in front of her, lace-covered pussy pressed against my stomach, I’d fucking do anything she asked.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who’s not afraid to ask for what she wants.” She rolls her hips, and I have to bite back a groan when I feel her wetness through her panties, coating my stomach. “Tell me what you want, Liberty, or you get nothing.” She wiggles back, taking her wetness with her and stands. Fingers locked, wrists bound, her tentative gaze flicks over my face and down my naked body. It doesn’t take long before the hesitancy is lost and she is standing before me a different woman.
Strong. Confident. Hungry.
“Rip my panties off,” are her first words.
Not unsure. Not meek.
Strong. Confident. Hungry.
I’m not prepared for such a strong visceral reaction to her demand.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” My dick jumps and my stomach tightens in need. Not needing any more cues, I sit forward on the sofa, my hands immediately reaching for the sides of her panties. I dig in, yanking them apart with robust need. The lace doesn’t stand a chance of surviving when the harsh tear purrs between us.
“Now, sit back.”
I continue to follow my orders, my cock too invested in the end game to be put out by her demands. Only when I’ve sunk back into the sofa does she step forward, place a knee beside my outer thighs, and straddles me for the third time tonight.
“Jesus, Lib. I don’t have a condom.” I groan when her hips start moving back and forth. Her wet pussy slides along the length of my dick. It’s the first time my cock’s been acquainted with this kind of intimacy. The heat of our skin, the wetness of her arousal. I nearly blow my load like a fifteen-year-old kid.
“Where are they?” Her breath is wispy and quick. Her movements slow and deliberate. One wrong move here could have my cock sliding home, and I’m not sure once he’s had a taste he’ll ever come back.
“Fuck, in my wallet.” I think quick but make no move to retrieve the safety net.
“It feels so good, Hetch.” The cool metal of the cuffs digs into my chest, but I don’t let it take away from the heaven I’m feeling along my cock.
“So fucking good, sweetheart.” My hips start to rise in unison, in need. In hunger. Her hips continue to roll over me, spreading her arousal over my cock and balls.
“I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” she adds, hitting the proverbial nail.
I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. Yeah, it’s like the holy grail to all cocks. Bareback and a tight, wet pussy, but it also means more to me.
A trust. An understanding between two people.
Am I ready for this?
“I’m clean. Always used one,” I tell her, my head hazing in and out of pleasure.
“Are we sure?” Her movements are slow and her head drops to my forehead, allowing us a moment to think this through.
This is not how I saw this going.
One minute I was a man in control.
The next I’m a slave to the feel of her around my bare cock.
“Your call, sweetheart.” I hand the decision over to her.
Liberty doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she rolls her hips one more time at just the right angle and before I know it, my cock is nestled at the opening of her pussy. On instinct, my hands move to her waist. Lifting her up, I position her at the head of my cock, and slowly, oh so fucking slowly, I slide her down my shaft.
“Fuck me.” I force my eyes to stay open and watch as her pussy swallows my cock whole.
“Holy shit,” she pants when I no longer can see my shaft.
“Yeah,” I say because I don’t know what else to say. It’s as if the whole world has shrunk down to just the two of us and nothing else matters except her tightness hugging me, and the wet warmth encasing my cock.
And then she moves.
At first, it’s a small roll of her hips. Shy and exploratory. I don’t move while she adjusts to me in a different position before slowly moving up and down. My hands haven’t left her waist, and once I manage to descend from what I can only call heaven, I get my shit together and help her along, lifting her up and pulling her back down just as fast.
“Feels so good.” She groans as our bodies collide. Her slamming down, me pushing up.
“Fuck, babe. Don’t want to fucking leave here.” I push out each word, the start of my release beginning to boil in my balls.
“Don’t leave.” Her eyes grow wide the harder we collide, and I know I’m hitting the right spot.
“Not gonna last, Lib.” I hate this is gonna end way too fucking soon, but the indefinable itch rises and surges within me.
“Me either. So close.” She picks up her speed, forcing me to control myself. I’m on the edge of experiencing perfect ecstasy, but I need to hold on. Just a little longer.
“Fucking hell, I’m gonna blow.” I slam her down with extra force then repeat it, harder the second time.
It’s all it takes to take her over. Her body jerks, her pussy clenches, and then she’s coming.
“FUUUCCKK!” she screams and for a second, I think I’ve hurt her until her eyes open, and bliss finds mine. It’s the anchor I need to take me over. Releasing the tension I created to hold myself in check, I let go. Heat coils in my balls, shooting from the base and exploding up my cock.
“Fuck, yes.” I grunt, then thrust my hips up and slam her down, riding out the explosion. Every little ridge and muscle inside her pussy almost painfully caress my orgasm out of me. Tightening in perfect unison. Milking me till I’m dry.
“Wow.” Liberty sighs when we both fall into the abyss of post-orgasm. Breathing in sync, sweat covering our bodies, I reach forward and pull her to my chest. The shift in angle forces my cum to seep out of her and down my balls, but I can’t be fucking worried about it.
My head and my body need a minute to gather myself. I’ve just come the hardest I’ve ever come, with a woman who’s slowly meaning more to me than just fun.
Fuck me. I think I’m falling for her.
Or maybe I’ve already fallen.
Either way, I’m not ready to address it.
“Wearing a condom is like licking a lollipop with the wrapper still on.” The words fall out of my mouth in a fluster. Silence throbs between us before her body starts to shake with laughter.
“So, you’re saying you want to taste the lollipop from now on?” she asks into my chest.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying, but only your lollipop, babe.” I kiss the top of her head, holding her tighter in my grasp.
Yep.
I’ve definitely fallen.
Eighteen
Liberty
“Hey, Sue, can you grab me another bucket?” I call out across three cars and probably ten people, hoping she can hear me.
It’s carwash day, and after a stressful week of not knowing where we were going to hold this damn fundraiser, Hetch was able to come through for me and get us approved to set up outside Trebook’s police station.
It’s a brilliant location. Considering we’re only halfway through the day, we've already raised more money than we probably have the last three years combined.
“You need something, sweetheart?” Hetch’s smooth voice dances over my shoulder, and up the side of my neck.
“I
need another bucket.” I look up from the wheel I’m cleaning and find him standing directly over me. Today he’s wearing a Trebook police department T-shirt, and dark basketball shorts. Not his normal attire when at work, but nonetheless, still sexy.
“I’ll get it for you.” He gives me a wink and then saunters off to where we stocked our supplies. I force my eyes away from his retreating back and back to the wheel. I don’t want to give the kids the wrong idea, plus the parking lot is packed, and at this rate, we won’t be stopping for lunch.
Everyone is here today, as well as a few extra volunteers. Payton, Sterling, Fee, and Hetch have all pitched in along with the Sue, myself, and the rest of the Haven staff and boys.
“Hey, Liberty, do you know where I can find another cloth?” Brooklyn asks across the roof of the car behind the one I’m working on.
“If you follow Hetch, he can grab one for you,” I reply as I stand and take a step back to look over the wheel, making sure I got everything.
“Wow, looks good, Liberty. I don’t think it’s been this clean since I drove it off the yard.”
“Ha, please. You’re too kind.” The owner of the truck is one of Hetch’s teammates, and while I remember him from back at The Elephant, I can't remember his name.
“I’m serious. Thanks so much. Where do I pay?” He pulls out his wallet.
“You can pay me.” I smile, sifting through all the names I have cataloged. I know he’s the youngest one, blond hair, blue eyes. I’m sure Sophie was the one who thought he was cute….
“Tate,” he offers when I come up blank.
“Right. So sorry. It’s been crazy here today.” I push down my awkwardness and move on.
“I’m not surprised. The boss made sure we all dropped in; otherwise, we would have our asses handed to us in PT on Monday,” he reveals, explaining why we are so damn busy.
Bloody Hetch.
“He didn’t.” I gasp, feeling all kinds of awkward about it. “I didn’t ask him to.”
“Hey, it’s for a good cause.” He shrugs, like it’s no big deal and then hands me a fifty-dollar note.
“Keep the change.”
“Oh, my gosh, Tate. That’s way too much.” I try to hand it back, but he doesn’t accept it.
“Like hell it is.” Hetch steps in beside me and takes the fifty from me. “I’ll make sure it goes in the kitty,” he tells Tate with a nod, before handing me the bucket I asked for.
“No, Hetch. Seriously, it’s way too much.” It’s the second time I’ve seen one of his guys pay too much. Earlier, Fox paid a hundred for Mitch and Sue’s detail on his truck.
“It’s fine, Lib. The boys and I want to help. Let us.” He doesn’t give me another chance to argue it further when he calls out and motions for the next car to pull in.
“Come on, we’ve still got about six more cars to do before you clock off.” He throws a wet rag at my face then side steps me when I throw it back.
“You so did not just do that,” I call out, picking up the hose from the ground and turning it on him.
“You’re going to pay for that, Liberty,” he shouts when I manage to drench him. I quickly take off between two cars. The kids are all laughing, and the volunteers are egging us on.
“Don’t you dare.” I slow my pace and slip in behind the last car in the line where Sterling, Payton, and Garrett are working together. “We don’t have time to play games,” I call out just as I see Hetch filling a bucket of water.
“You should have thought about that before you turned the hose on me.”
Oh, God, this is going to get messy.
“Please, don’t let him get me, guys,” I plead like a little girl to Sterling and Payton and, for a minute, I think they’re going to keep me safe. That is until Sterling drops the cloth he was using, grabs me around the waist, and carries me back toward Hetch.
“YOU TRAITOR!” I scream over the catcalls from Payton and the whoops from the boys.
“What do you think, kids, does Liberty need to cool down?” Hetch shouts so everyone can hear him.
“YES!”
“Do it!”
“Get her...!” are called out among them all, and I have to say even though I know I’m about to get it, I can’t help but smile at how much they’re all having fun.
“I thought you all loved me, boys!” I cry out when Sterling plants me on my feet in front of Hetch.
“Sorry, sweetheart. The tribe has spoken.” Hetch smirks, and it’s sexy, but I don’t stick around to see it, darting between him and the bucket. I don’t get very far, the smaller hand of Mitch, reaching for my shirt, has me halting.
“I’ve got her, Hetch. Do it,” he calls, and I chuckle at how eager he is to see me pay. Ever since Hetch brought Mitch home last week, he’s been in a perpetual mood. He’s been taken off the program. House bound for two weeks, and his chore roster has grown until he earns his privileges back. It may seem harsh, but sometimes, tough love is what they need.
“How could you, Mitch?” I fake my shock, knowing I would probably do the same if I were him.
“Sorry, us boys have to stick together,” he tells me, as a bucket of water is dumped over my head.
“Ahh!” I yelp as the cold water drenches me through and through.
The kids holler and yell, finally getting what they wanted.
“Okay, you got me, show’s over,” I try to move this along, knowing if we don’t get a handle on it now, we may lose them to a twenty-person water fight. “Lunch is in an hour, and if we get it done, pizza is on Hetch,” I lie, knowing I’ve already placed the order and paid.
“Thanks, Hetch, you’re the best!”
“Yeah, pizza!” A couple of the boys high five Hetch as we turn and start walking back to the car we are meant to be working on.
“Sorry about getting you all wet, sweetheart.” The soft whisper of Hetch’s voice tracks over my skin and a shiver follows its same path.
“Oh, you will be sorry, later.”
“Oh, yeah? Is that a threat or a promise?” He walks alongside me, voice low and unsuspecting.
“A promise.” I wink, picking up the cloth that started the whole water fight.
“Shit, babe. I need to go work on another car. I can’t deal.” He groans under his breath while he looks down at my chest.
“Get out of here.” I roll my eyes when I notice there’s nothing revealing or sexual about what I’m wearing, even if it’s wet. I made sure I wore all black today, and nothing would become see-through.
“I’m not kidding. Here. Put this on.” He rips his damp shirt over his head and hands it to me.”
“Umm, no. Put your shirt back on, you crazy man.” I push the shirt back into his chest.
Seriously, is he trying to kill me here?
“I have another in my truck,” he argues, offering it to me again.
“Okay, fine. But seriously go and put it on then, or I won’t be able to work on this car with you.”
His grin deepens at my confession, his pecs dancing in a taunt.
“What’s the matter, Lib. Can’t concentrate?” He mocks me, before sauntering off to his truck. I force my eyes not to follow; instead, I turn and use the side mirror to track his movements.
“Hey, Lib. You got something here,” Payton calls out, pointing to the corner of her mouth.
“Huh?” I reach up, and wipe it, only to realize she’s implying I’m drooling.
Fuck me, everyone’s a comedian today.
“No, still there.” She laughs when I shake my head at her.
“Go back to work,” I call back, not in the mood for her teasing.
Today isn’t the time or the place to be getting caught up in Hetch and his tempting tactics. I need to keep it professional.
Who am I kidding? The man is a walking sex dream. I’ll be lucky if I survive the day.
“I can’t hold it. I’m going to come, Hetch.” I squirm, fighting the need, trying to hold off until he gives the order.
We’re in
bed later that night. Hetch is on his back in the middle of my bed, while I sit on his face and wait for the all clear to come.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” His words take hold of my orgasm, managing to hold me suspended between free falling and exploding.
“Hetch, I’m serious, I can’t handle it.” His grip on my thighs tightens and bites into my skin. I know I’m going to bruise, but I don’t give a shit about it right now.
“Hold it, sweetheart.” My hips buck when he doesn’t let me give in, a growl falling from my lips in frustration.
“No, I can’t.” I fight it, my orgasm already starting to implode. Hetch’s frustrated growl drowns out my moan while his hands move to my waist, and before I know it, he lifts me off his face. Flips me so I’m on my back. Straddles my chest and rests his cock between my breasts.
“What the?” Confusion filters through, my orgasm abruptly cut short.
“Told you to wait.” He shakes his head as he presses his hard cock along my cleavage.
“Come on, Hetch,” I complain, not really sure what the issue is.
What did he expect me to do? I was sitting on his face for Christ's sake. After a day of secret innuendos, sneaking glances and promises of payback, I’m a walking firecracker ready to ignite.
“No, sweetheart. I told you to wait, but you got greedy. So you don’t get to come until I have. Now squeeze your tits together for me.” He continues to roll his hips. Pre-cum beads at the head of his cock, coating my tits with his very own lube.
Not one to disobey twice in a row, I cup the side of both breasts, pressing them together, and encasing his cock between them.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, slowly picking up his pace. Squeezing tighter to keep him trapped, I lock eyes with him and watch as he loses himself to the pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. You look so fucking sexy right now.” He moans, the sounds traveling right through my body and down to my core.
“You’re the sexy one, honey,” I repeat his sentiment, becoming more turned on than I expected to. The pleasure is coming from watching him as he watches his cock slide between my tits.
