by N. K. Love
I reach out and repeat the journey over his body but continue past his pecs, down his flawless abs and leave my hands holding onto his hips. My breasts are pressed together between my upper arms. His expression is one of sheer pleasure laced with a cloak of torment as I grind down on his cock once more. I stir my waistline around and around. Licking his lips, he casts his eyes over every inch of my bare flesh. Our bodies are aching for each other.
Moving my hands to his sides, I fall forward once more and let my nipples smooth over his skin softly; left, right, up, down, repeat. Steadily I increase the pressure until I’m pressing full force against his chest and his breathing picks up again. I kiss him but this time he is even more responsive, eager for any contact I grant him with. This only serves to encourage me further.
Holding his jaw gently, I move my lips away, stand up and direct my nipple just within reach of his impatient mouth. It’s killing me to be so restrained and it’s obviously affecting him too. He sets to work his magic as best he can, given the limited access I’m allowing with my hand controlling his head. Moans escape from our lips. With every delicious lash of his tongue my pussy tightens and the horny butterflies in my tummy seem to be pairing off, helplessly caught up in the intensity.
I reach between my legs and grip his cock firmly. At the same time I move his mouth over to my other side and he latches on hungrily. He reacts as though I’m feeding him a lifeline. This talented mouth of his takes no prisoners. Jax is definitely a breast man, which suits me perfectly as I get to reap the rewards of his pleasure. Miss Alter Ego is in her absolute element and she’s still got a few tricks left up her crotchless knickers too.
Moving his panting mouth back to mine I try to reflect my inner craving for him with a lingering but needy kiss. I rest our foreheads together for a second and plant a swift kiss on his nose as I move off the bench and walk around behind him so I’m that out of view.
It probably builds up some anticipation but really I’m just kicking off my trainers and socks as there’s no sexy way to do that right now.
I walk barefoot around to the front of the bench and bend forward provocatively to remove my hot pants, leaving just my white satin thong. I prowl forward and grab the waistbands of his shorts and briefs together. He doesn’t hesitate to lift his hips. His erection is lying hard against him and slightly to the left, otherwise his crown would’ve already wrestled its way out of his waistband in an effort to find me.
I carefully manoeuvre his clothing and pull them both down and off.
Stepping back with my hands on my hips, it’s my turn to brazenly drink him in now, every single hot inch of him. Now I can truly adore the Adonis before me. His handsome face, broad shoulders, defined muscles, perfect abs, blessed cock, inked skin… What a man… And he is here, with me, at my mercy. My mental happy dance is short-lived when I look back at his face.
Jax is returning my gesture by also taking the time to study my body. The look on his face unquestionably reads I-fucking-want-you. I melt inside. I briefly realise what a difference it must make when you let your insecurities affect you sexually, which is what I was always afraid of. I’m self-assured right now so there’s no need for him to spend time reassuring me. He can just sit back and enjoy.
I’m giving him what he gives me; the gift to just feel.
Time to up the ante again. Deliberately bending over him low and cocking my bottom up high, I climb up his body from his knees, teasingly stopping as my breasts move over his thick erection. He fills his lungs through gritted teeth so I sway back and forth a little. I may have to revisit this position. There’s something else on my agenda first though.
I continue my path back up to straddling position, with his cock sandwiched between us. Only this time there’s just a thin, damp strip of material blocking us.
Retrieving the spare strap from the bar, I pull a section of it taut in front of his eyes, making my intention clear in a silent question. I hope he approves, or am I taking it a step too far? When it dawns on him he looks up at my eyes, to the strap and then back to me again as though he’s indecisive. Thankfully he consents by way of flashing me that deliriously heart stopping wide smile.
I quickly wrap the material round and round his head, covering his eyes fairly tightly and tucking it in at the end. Now I’m excited and it’s just in time to hear Trevor Nelson aptly introduce his next track; DJ Khaled’s “All I Do Is Win”. This is motivating because I do feel like I’m winning.
Jax makes me more than comfortable sexually but having him tied up, blindfolded and now with this music… it all gives me an extra oomph of badass confidence. I throw my fists in the air in a secret celebration, followed by silent air-clapping. I can’t help but do tiny bounces on his lap to the chorus and I know he gets the message loud and clear. No matter what happens, I’ve already won.
With Jax beside me, I can conquer anything. With Jax inside me, nothing else matters.
Of course Miss Sensible is still attempting to prove how irresponsible this all is; working out the possibilities of the barbell unhooking from its rest and strangling him to death! On the flipside Miss Alter Ego is catwalking her way down the red carpet for her very own premiere… Yes, she’s still in the crotchless knickers but she’s added some six inch red stilettos to her ensemble.
I’ve long since accepted that sex isn’t on the cards as I doubt Jax keeps condoms in his gym. So I will make the most of our other options.
My mouth sets to work, kissing, licking, nipping, sucking… Anything goes and his indicators that tell me what’s especially good for him, are his mouth, his cock and his hips. This little trio have quickly become my best friends lately.
I kiss him softly and swiftly make my way down from his mouth to his sexy V belt, paying specific attention to his nipples and tracing outlines of the tattoos on his chest and down his sides.
His body’s like my own private human colouring book but I’m rebelling outside of the lines today and it feels great.
I take my sweet time enjoying every touch. Holding his hips in place, considering we’re still wordless, I let my tongue do the talking. I wonder if he’s figured out that losing’s not an option for me now. I’ve already won so anything else is just bragging rights.
I place my breasts either side of his cock and, pressing with my hands from the outside, I start rocking up and down his full length. When I pull down, I can’t resist swirling my tongue around and sucking his tempting crown as it protrudes. Even my large breasts aren’t enough to smother his manhood.
Adding this action into the equation on each descent makes my insides pulsate for him. I can feel my thong getting wetter by the second and then I’m rewarded with his own drop of wetness. I stroke the length of my tongue across his head, tasting him and moaning with profound longing.
Hearing a more determined tug of the strap this time, forces me to glance up at Jax as he grunts, biting his lips together. He rests his head back, facing the ceiling. Oh, yes. We’re both rising to our own challenges this afternoon.
Jesus, I’d love him to be edging inside of me right now. If we could, I’d have no preference as to whether he fucked me hard or we had sex achingly slowly. As long as he was filling me to the hilt, giving himself to me, that’s all that’d matter.
He thrusts his pelvis upwards with more and more resolve, helping me to simulate penetration. I don’t want to bring him too close, I’m not done with him yet. So I stand up and whip off my final pointless piece of clothing. Now we’re both completely naked so I’m going to have to trust myself to be disciplined enough to not to give in and accidentally guide him inside…
I straddle him again but this time facing the opposite direction. He inhales through gritted teeth when I proceed to take the best seat in the house. Now he also knows that I’ve ditched the thong. I sense a curse word backed up in his throat but he holds his tongue and doesn’t speak. His large cock nestles along my wet pussy and reaches beyond my backside.
Stroking my hands d
own his legs to bear my own weight, I position myself so that I can rock up and down the full length of his erection. I’d love it if his powerful hands were gripping my ass right now. I know he’s imagining exactly what this must look like from his angle, as am I. If he wasn’t blindfolded, I don’t think I’d be able to put myself in this position in broad daylight, stone cold sober.
After a minute or two of riding along his length, I switch to bounce just my hips up and down, leaving the rest of my body stationary. I accelerate smoothly, over and over. It’s just enough to cause my buttocks to smack against his waistline, shaking ripples all over my ass cheeks. Again this is another move I’m doing purely because I can’t be seen.
Jax jolts himself up to meet me so that we’re crashing together in harmony. One misjudged thrust would have him plunging into me beautifully bareback. In turn, the pressure of the motion and the rhythmic sensation has me on the verge of coming. I have to raise onto my tiptoes to ease up the attention my clit’s receiving in this position.
Chapter Fifteen
Jax
I’m going to draw blood if I bite down on my lips any harder. My lovely dirty angel is full of surprises for me again this afternoon.
What did I do to deserve her to walk into my life? How could I not make a move when she looked so hot lying on the floor, barely dress, knees up, legs spread apart? I thought I’d play around with her and have some fun but she’s more than called my bluff and I’ve willingly let her.
Beth has gone way beyond anything I’d considered. She’s outdone me. I’m tied up and blindfolded for fucks sake. This angel was caged away for so long, it’s remarkable the affect being with the right person can have.
In this position her ass is clapping against me and it’s like a little blue pill to my dick. I can’t see or touch her, just absorb the sensation and the visions in my head. It’s like a delectable sort of agony. I’m desperate to see her peachy ass, slap it, grab it, bite it, fuck it…
I’ve already made a mental note to stash a supply of condoms all over the house so I don’t get caught out like this again—ever. I would love to manoeuvre inside her right now. Feel her exquisite juicy insides enveloping me…
I’ve never gone bareback. Never trusted any girl enough to take the risk. Even so, I still get checked regularly to be on the safe side. I’d like Beth to ride me skin to skin. She’s the purest most honest girl I’ve ever been with. Mmm, skin to skin, I could come inside her and fill ever crevice of her with me. Maybe I should update my checks, so then it’d be a viable option…
What am I doing? Jesus, now I want to fuck her even more.
She turns to face me again, I wonder how she looks; all flushed and worked up. Both of her hands stake claims all over my body, followed by her full lips and the intermittent touch of her perfect tits, tempting me, toying with me. I’m a stubborn motherfucker and it’s killing me not to say a thing this whole time. Equally so, I know she’s feeling the challenge too. I’ve been talking to her in my head. Telling her what she’s doing to me, how I want to eat her pussy and fuck her beautiful mouth.
I feel her rise up again. She must be untying my hands now.
Instead she takes hold of my cock and guides me to her. She wouldn’t... She wines around on top and moves the head around her pussy. Fuck she’s so slick. Never mind the restraints around my wrists, that’s nothing compared to the mental restraints I’m putting on my own hips. The powerful urge to thrust forward and drive inside her is almost unbearable. I imagine overlapping one of her thighs with mine to pin her in place so I can take her right now, in this exact position. It’s addictively frustrating.
In a split second and one swift move, I’m sinking into her warm wanting mouth. It’s not as slick as her pussy lips but she takes me straight to the back of her throat with expert precision. She knows her capabilities now so there’s no hesitation. She wields her oral skills, knowing how I like it. She sucks me with hunger for my dick. Her prowess and her skills are on point—of which she’s probably oblivious.
I clench my teeth holding onto every second, wanting nothing more than to erupt straight down her throat again. Would that be inappropriate? She pants and sucks, moans and licks. Even blinded it’s clear how much she loves this. I studied her face the first time on the balcony so I can picture how her lips look stretched around me.
I know what it does to her to know exactly what she does to me. There’s no way I can hold back much longer. I pull my hips back reluctantly but it’s a silent warning. Beth can read my body and she holds me in tight. Good girl. That’s exactly the reaction I prayed for as I growl, releasing hard. She swallows swiftly, licking and taking everything I give her.
Mid-orgasm I call out her name in-between groans, she is more than deserving of that fucking victory.
She kisses me softly and I can feel her lips are swollen but I can also feel her massive grin. I’m eager to see her face. Finally, fucking finally, she sets to work untying the wrap around my wrists. I’ve tugged them a few times to no avail, she did a decent job.
I waste no time in grabbing and flipping her over, we switch positions in a flash and she screams with a surprised delight.
“Come on Angel, as if I’m not going to take full advantage of my freedom!” She yelps again and giggles.
These hungry hands have some making up to do and they waste no time touching, stroking and reclaiming her body. I’m still blind but my mouth and hands are insatiable. I want to treat her like my own human piñata, slapping her ass and pounding into her until she rains down sweet motherfucking orgasms all over me.
Beth pushes the strap off my head whilst I’m busy making up for lost time, reacquainting myself with this incredible body. I’m like a kid in a sweet shop.
I squint and blink until I can focus on her scrunched up freckly face, peeping up at me through long lashes with a sexy flushed look of uncertainty. This look stops me in my tracks, my heart is racing.
I shake my head at her and clear my throat, whispering. “You’re incredible, you know that Angel?”
Her face relaxes and she gives me such a genuine happy smile and then throws her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. Before Beth, I can’t remember the last time I hugged anybody. My sweet B is pleased with herself and so she fucking should be.
Never mind her list, I keep stumbling upon my own first encounters, maybe I should write my own damned list!
5:48pm
I quickly scooped up our sweaty gym clothes as I knew she’d still want to cover up straight afterwards. Her confidence has rocketed since the first time we met but this little stunt should help her realise there’s absolutely no reason for her to cover up. Nobody, except me, is going to see her.
Beth rises—as always—to the challenge. We were on our way back inside to take a shower but Beth asked me to wait here for a minute and she’s run inside the house to get something.
Our gym escapade obviously affected Beth as much as it did me because I didn’t even get chance to taste her before she’d climaxed around my fingers with one leg over my shoulder. It’s such a rewarding sensation, intensified by having the pleasure of watching her closely and seeing that she doesn’t try to control it or think about it. She let’s go without a care in the world and that’s how it should be. Unfiltered.
I dropped to my knees to taste her but she hesitated, concerned that she’d not showered after her workout. I asked her why she’d taken the towel off me earlier and she pretty much said that watching me had made her horny as fuck and nothing about me could put her off.
Having let her answer her own question I went down and let my mouth worship her pussy with her legs spread wide astride the bench. She soon got the message that I wanted her any way I could get her. It’s almost a privilege to witness how stunning she is amid her orgasms.
The sound of my back door opening breaks me away from my cornyass thoughts and I’m pleasantly surprised to see her saunter back out, butt naked—and that’s one helluva beautiful butt. Beth
tiptoes over the paving stone borders with our robes folded over her forearm. She’s holding something out to me and when she gets closer I realise it’s a joint. My Little Miss Contradiction with a goddam spliff.
“Where the hell did you get this?” I take it from her, along with the lighter.
“Katie,” She shrugs with a look that can only be described as half devilish and half angelic. “I don’t want to smoke it all now though because you’re going out and I wouldn’t want to be here by myself, all paranoid and freaking out. But a couple of celebratory pulls won’t hurt…”
“O-okay… And what exactly are we celebrating B?” As if I can’t guess!
“Hmm, let’s see… What’s not to celebrate G? I beat you at your own game! Admit it… You tried to play me—but I turned the tables! Plus, another item from my list.”
She flashes me a vivacious wink.
“Oh yeah… that!” I add sarcastically but hold my hands up in defeat.
“I remember you saying you’d like to see me try and tie you up...”
