All Tied Up (Off Duty: Book Two)

by Gia Blue

  Off Duty: Book Two

  All Tied Up

  Gia Blue

  Published: June 2012

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  All Tied Up

  Any night that starts off with me naked and tied to a bed is a good one…

  Add in my hot stepbrother, Drew, and it’s shaping up to be fan-fucking-tastic. Emphasis on the fucking.

  I’ve been doing Drew for the last six months or so. Not, like, all the time… Although he’s as horny as hell, so, if I’d given him the option of being buried in me twenty-four-seven, I’m pretty sure he would’ve been.

  Still, we’ve been fucking like bunnies at night, in the afternoon, on the weekends…pretty much whenever he’s off-duty. Anytime and anywhere, provided our married parents aren’t around. Even though they’re probably getting freaky as often as we are, I know my mom would have a shit-fit if she knew Drew and I were fucking.

  Like, daily.

  And of course, it’d be all my fault, for having corrupted poor, innocent, little Drew. It’s funny how I constantly get blamed for things. Yeah, really funny. Thinking back on it now, growing up, I always got in trouble for my sexual curiosity…and look at me now…I’ve become a slut of gigantic proportions. Yay!

  Drew’s always been the goody two-shoes: perfect son, honest cop, and Mr. Morality himself. Blech.

  Right. Well, that’s only when he’s not balls-deep in my pussy, fucking me until I’m screaming and he’s moaning, telling me that I’m his little slut, his dirty whore.

  Mmm…speaking of which, he’s so damned good at fucking.

  “Fuck, Jamie. You look hot like that.” Drew’s voice breaks through my thoughts and claims my attention with a deep rumble of his voice, his evident arousal making it sound even deeper, kinda gravelly…and so damned hot.

  My focus sweeps over his hard body, over his ripped, toned chest and abs, thick arms packed with muscle. A former commando in the military, currently a cop, my stepbrother keeps himself in excellent physical condition. And by that, I mean, in a fuckable-as-hell kind of shape. Broad shoulders and chest that narrows to a lean waist and hips. So hot. I know from past experience he’s got strong legs, but my attention doesn’t even make it down that far. Because right now, I’m too consumed by the lovely sight of his raging hard-on. He’s butt-ass-naked, and that thick, fat shaft is standing hard and tall against his flat stomach, and like always, ready to please me.

  And that’s the reason why he’s the only guy I’m fucking at the moment. Normally I’ve got at least a couple of guys in rotation, but with Drew’s insatiable sexual appetite equaling mine, I’m more than happy being with just my stepbrother.

  He walks around the bed, pacing, stalking me, and I shift a bit to keep him in my line of sight. The cuffs encasing my wrists rattle in time with my slight movements. He’s not the only one sans clothes. Spread-eagle on the bed, I’m as naked as the day I was born, hands and feet bound…and completely at Drew’s mercy.

  My hands are above my head, chained to the headboard, tits naked and unfettered, nipples hard and aching for his touch. A lick, suck, pinch, tweak…whatever he wants to do to me. I’m game. My legs are splayed wide and slightly bent at the knee, exposing my bare pussy to his hot, burning gaze.

  Hell yeah. Bring it on, baby.

  A shiver barrels into me when he finally reaches the bed—the slow burn of arousal’s been simmering since he told me he wanted me tied down and helpless as he fucks me.

  He stops at the foot of the bed, intense focus touching me everywhere as his dark gaze slowly sweeps over me, as though he’s devouring every detail of my naked and exposed form. Which is good and all, but I want his mouth between my legs, eating me out. For real. Like now.

  Drew reaches out and skims my inner thigh, callused palm rough against my smooth skin. I raise my hips in silent demand—the only move I can manage since I’m trussed up with nowhere to go.

  “Impatient, aren’t you?” He chuckles, the bed dipping under the weight of his knee as he crawls onto the soft surface.

  “You’d better fucking believe it,” I throw back while he closes the distance between us, inching toward my pussy.

  My cunt clenches, clit aching as I anticipate his first touch. Drew has clever fingers. Long, broad digits and a magical stroke that can either keep me on edge or make me come…again and again. I’m voting for the latter, followed by a good pounding by his fat dick.

  “Tsk, tsk. Such language,” he chides, his breath fanning over my lower lips. “Don’t worry, there’s gonna be plenty of fucking later…plus a surprise or two. Just you wait and see.”

  I don’t get a chance to ask about his cryptic comment, because at that very moment, his fingers stroke through my drenched folds. Wet isn’t the word. No, I’m dripping…as I imagine of all the ways he can and will, fuck me.

  People say that it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. They aren’t lying. Under that squeaky-clean façade of his, my cop stepbrother is the dirtiest fucker I’ve ever known. Seriously. And I love him for it.

  His blue eyes seem to darken the closer he gets to my wet pussy, his handsome face settling between my open thighs. His deep gaze firmly locked on me, he slips two fingers right into my hole, rough pads sliding over my G-spot. I gasp—heat and pleasure dancing up my spine as he thrusts them in and out of me, massaging my cream into the slick walls of my aching channel. Each time he brushes my G-spot, I hiss, needing more, but not getting what my body craves when he pulls away.

  Every. Fucking. Time.

  “Bastard. Quit teasing.” I shove my hips up to ride his palm as much as he’ll let me. Each shove forward forces my pussy to clench and tighten on his fingers, milking them, the same way I’d tighten my pussy walls around his dick.

  Over and over again he finger fucks me, giving me a gentle “come here” teasing motion with his free hand while he works me over. I shiver, clit aching for his touch, arousal rising higher with each passing second. My nipples are hard and I want nothing more than to pinch the sensitive nubs, give myself a bit of pain with pleasure…

  With every agonizing moment that goes by, my orgasm inches closer, the spine-tingling spasms of my pussy now rhythmic, in time, with the rapid movements of his clever fingers. Bolts of pleasure light up each of my heightened nerve endings, causing my whole body to jerk with every hitched breath, every quick beat of my heart. God, it’s there. Close and far and somewhere in between, my climax is dancing back and forth…just out of reach.
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  I rock my hips as much as I’m able to, doing my best to increase the friction that’s brought on by the fierce rubbing of our skin. Shit, I’m barely holding on as snippets of bliss gather, inching ever closer to my pussy as I take my labored breath, while my needy cunt tightens around his delicious invasion. My attention squarely focused on the juncture of my thighs, I’m a big ball of pleasure, a balloon that’s being filled and filled, and all I can do is just sit back…and wait for it to pop.

  My climax is toying with me, playing hard to get. I tug at my bonds and attempt to press my sweaty thighs together. But the combination of those restraints and Drew’s broad shoulders keep me from getting what I so desperately desire.

  A whimper escapes my lips. I just need a tiny bit more. Something. Anything. To push me over the edge. To snatch me away from the tormenting finger fucking that has me about to lose my mind.

  His thumb brushes over my bundle of nerves and my clit sings in response, finally shoving my orgasm at me, and I come hard on his hand, cream gushing from my throbbing cunt, scream of ecstasy on my quivering lips as I tremble. My body is no longer my own, the tight muscles spasming and taking control while pure, unadulterated pleasure pours through my entire being. I cry out as I writhe, aching to hold my stepbrother close, claw his back, bite him, force him to fuck me like I so badly need him to.

  “Fuck!”

  “Again with the language. I’d wash your mouth out with soap, but I have other plans for it later. As I do for your other holes.”

  Plans. I like the sound that. Especially when he says there’s more than one. Plural.

  Drew gives off the impression he’s a “nice guy,” the kind that only has sex after marriage…like once a month, with the lights off. But I know better. For instance, just a few weeks ago, I discovered that if I give him a vibrator—or two—he has no problem being really, really inventive. That thought has my lips curving up into a big smile.

  He leans down, mouth hovering over my dewy mound, and blows on my clit. Cool air washes over my sensitive flesh, dragging another shudder of need from me. God, he knows what he’s doing with me. He can play with my body like a concert cello…violin…anything. Whatever. I don’t care as long as he moves things along, toward a great, big, screaming orgasm for me.

  With a groan, deep rumble coming from his chest, he lowers even closer to the soft surface of the bed, his chest resting against the comforter. Shivers sparkle through my veins while I wait for the first brush of his warm, wet tongue against my pussy. Drew eats pussy almost as well as he fucks. God, what I would do to have two of him, so I can get eaten and fucked at the same time. Damn…just the mere thought of a cock buried inside my cunt and a mouth on my clit sends a rush of heat through me. My pussy clenches, tightening on his fingers still deep in my hole, desperate to be touched…licked…sucked.

  Like a good boy, he doesn’t keep me waiting. A hot puff of air blown against my pussy lips, and then they’re parted with the tip of his tongue, that muscle diving in and flicking my needy clit. We’re way past a gentle, tentative exploration. Hell, we’d jumped right past the “getting to know you” phase the first time he’d handcuffed me to the sink and fucked me over his kitchen counter.

  God, I love that counter.

  Drew dives in, eating me like a starving man presented with a feast. He sweeps his tongue from slit to clit, then nibbles on the tiny nub like he’s eating his favorite candy. Licking and flicking the bundle of nerves until I’m ready to scream from the pleasure it brings me. Then he tugs at it with his lips, sucking on the swollen bit of flesh as a rumble grows in the back of his throat, the ripples filtering through his lips and tongue until it vibrates against my skin. My eyes roll back, pleasure racing through my tense body, like it hijacked an exotic sports car and is taking it on a joyride.

  I groan—the desirous sound all about need and sexual pleasure. Fuck, but I want to come so badly. Again, he’s doing it to me. Turning me into a multi-orgasm gal who desperately craves his every touch.

  Tension pulls my body taut in my bonds as feelings of sheer ecstasy shimmer over my damp skin in a wave of goose bumps, instantly drawing my nipples firm.

  “You’re so fucking hot, sis.” His whispered words play through my mind while he goes back to slowly finger fucking me, deliberate movements of shallow thrusts and quick retreats.

  Fantasy after erotic fantasy crowds my dirty little mind. We’ve talked about so many things, so many naughty scenarios I want him to bring to life now. Drew fucking me as another man licks my pussy…him fucking me from behind while I blow another man. And getting fucked in both holes…can’t forget that one.

  “Oh…” I can’t stop the moans and pleas as they slip from my mouth, making me sound like the needy bitch I am. My legs are spread wide, open and exposed for him without hesitation. I grind against his face as he fucks me with his fingers and his tongue. Speaking of which, the man is silver-tongued, but it’s definitely not just for talking. “God, Drew…I’m so close.”

  Normally at this point, he’d be shoving those lovely fingers of his deeper and deeper into my pussy, rubbing my G-spot while sucking on my clit, until I’ve come all over his hand and mouth.

  But not this time.

  This time, the soft ding of the doorbell filters to us from downstairs, and he abandons me with a mischievous grin and equally teasing wink. “That’ll be the guests.”

  “Huh? Wait…what? What guests?” Forgive me, but I’m not exactly thinking straight right now, seeing that my orgasm that was so close is abruptly no more. And even without the pleasure clouding my mind, I’m really not good with surprises. I don’t want any. No, damn it. I want to come.

  Bastard.

  “Drew. What do you mean guests?” I’m waiting for an answer, but I don’t get one. My asshole stepbrother is already gone, leaving me trussed like a freakin’ Thanksgiving turkey, and horny as fuck.

  Minutes go by and Drew still hasn’t returned to the bedroom. Fucker. I struggle against the restraints, but that gets me exactly where? Absolutely nowhere.

  Did I say, fucker? ‘Cause I meant it.

  Goddamnit to hell. I open my mouth and yell, call my stepbrother every dirty name I can think of, until I’ve gone through every one of them I know. And I know a lot. Seriously.

  I freeze as male voices, count them, as in more than one, drift up the stairs to me. I can’t make out the words, but the general tone is relaxed and casual, with an occasional deep, masculine laughter mixing with their chatting. The gentle clinking of glasses confirms what I’d already begun to suspect. Asshole’s down there having a good time with his friends, while I’m tied to the fucking bed, naked and freezing my ass off. Okay, I’m not really freezing, but I sure as shit am naked, and the room temperature is cool enough to harden my nipples…and have goose bumps peppering my skin.

  More laughter floats up the stairs and I can literally see red now. He’s got me, a hot chick, tied to his bed, ready to fuck, and he’s having a drink? Laughing it up with his boys? The fucking nerve of him. I strain my ears, work at figuring out how many friends he’s got down there.

  Maybe two? Yeah, I think I hear two voices in addition to Drew’s.

  I slam the back of my head against the pillow, blood rushing to my ears while I seethe in silence.

  He left me high and dry. The least he could’ve done was finish me off and thrown a blanket over me, if he’d planned on leaving me tied up as some kind of a kinky, tantric waiting game. Sure, I’ve heard of anticipation making everything better or some shit like that, but I’m also not the most patient person in the world.

  Or even better, he could have, oh, I don’t know, ignored the fucking door? Would that have killed him?

  I whimper, imagining the feel of his thick, fat, hard cock as it slides in and out of my greedy cunt. Of course, I shouldn’t think about sex because all that does is arouse me again, and has me fighting with my bonds as I try my best to tug my legs together to get some friction.

  “L
eft? At the top of the stairs?”

  I freeze at the sound of a voice calling out from the stairwell. Fucking hell. The second bathroom is at the end of the landing. Past the door to the bedroom. The open door that just happens to reveal a very naked me. My breath catches in my throat as I listen to the heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. Just a few more, a turn, and he’ll be on the landing. Shit…it’s just few seconds before he reaches the open door…and helpless little me.

  Adrenalin surges through my body. I’m stretched out on the bed in full view of the door, thighs spread, pussy wet and aching with need thanks to Drew’s relentless teasing. I groan softly, unsure if I’m pissed at my stepbrother for leaving me here, or turned on that one of his friends is just about to see me spread naked, ready for a good fucking.

  “Yeah, just along the landing.” This time, Drew’s voice rings out and is filled with laughter. It’s a tone I recognize well, and I automatically know it means trouble. “You’ve got a five-minute head start, and remember the rules. No cock. Not until we’re all up there. Got it?”

  No cock? Head start? What the fuck is going on?

  Realization hits me like a sledgehammer. That asshole’s fucking set me up. Not only that, but I’m all tied up, ready and primed for a good fuck. Nervous, all I can do is just wait and see whatever he and his little friends have in store for me. ‘Cause it’s quite obvious they do.

  Then, out of the blue, illicit excitement not only courses through me, it does a freakin’ jig and makes itself nice and comfortable. The arousal that Drew had abandoned earlier is returning in full force, has my pussy tingling and growing wetter by the second…and I can only imagine the wet spot I’ll be leaving behind when they’re through with me.

  From what Drew said, I’m thinking I was right. There’s more than just him and the guy on the stairs.

  Oh, goodie!

 
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