But where’s the fun in that?
Swallowing the groan building in the back of my throat, I say, “You did?”
“Would I be this hard if I were lying?” Taking my hand, he places it over the impressive bulge in his jeans.
My fingers instinctually mold around him, stroking him through the worn fabric. Desperate to feel more of him, I slip my hands up his shirt, running my fingers over his rock-hard abs. They flex under my touch. It has my pussy clenching as a soft moan slips from my mouth.
He needs to get these clothes off or I’m going to rip them off.
I start to undo his belt buckle when he grabs my wrists with one hand, pinning them above my head.
“Not so fast, my sweet Caroline. All fucking night you taunted me with what I couldn’t have. Watching that perfect ass and knowing I couldn’t touch it, couldn’t taste it?” He shakes his head as if he’s disappointed with me. “It was downright cruel.”
He unbuttons my shorts as he talks, his knuckles grazing the sliver of skin along my lower belly that my lifted sweatshirt can’t quite reach. Even though it feels good and I want him to do it, I can’t help but feel like this is some kind of thinly veiled threat.
What he’s threatening, I have no clue.
His fingers move lower, touching me so softly I almost think I’m imagining it at first. But then his fingers slip under my panties, skating across the mound where my pubic hair would be if I didn’t wax it all off.
Ten’s eyes meet mine the moment he discovers I’m completely bare, the corner of his lip curling in surprise. “I would’ve bet money that you had a little landing strip right here.”
It’s almost impossible to think while he’s touching me like this. It’s like my brain is short-circuiting. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
He staunchly shakes his head. “Never.”
My breathing stops altogether when he slides lower, catching my clit in the “V” of his spread fingers. I’m so wet that he glides effortlessly along my slick flesh, caressing the sides of my clit so snuggly he’s practically jacking me off.
Backwards and forwards he rubs, my clit swelling from the friction of being caught in the middle. My jaw drops, my legs spreading as I try to give him access to more, to everything.
My fists squeeze into tight balls pinned above my head as I feel the familiar tightness coiling my muscles. I’m close. So fucking close. My hips rock in time with Ten’s hands, my pussy feeling achy and hollow, yet lit up like the goddamn Fourth of July.
The big finale’s approaching swiftly, the fireworks are all lit and ready to explode in three, two—
Ten pulls his hand out of my shorts and a frustrated groan immediately bubbles out of me.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I plead, writhing my hips like that can somehow get me the friction I so desperately need.
Ten’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “Doesn’t feel so good to be teased, does it?”
My eyes flare with understanding—and a little bit of hatred. “That’s mean.”
“I never said I was nice,” he says, tracing his wet finger along my lip.
My mouth wraps around him, the tangy taste of my pussy juice exploding across my tongue. Ten’s eyes widen infinitesimally, his pupils dilating as I suck his fingers clean.
He slowly fucks my mouth with his dirty fingers, his grip tightening on my wrists as he keeps them pinned above us. He’s really getting into it, judging from the heavy-lidded look on his face.
So I bite his finger. Not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to get his attention.
He yanks his fingers away and I smile. “I can be mean, too.”
The dark look that crosses his face is equal parts wrath and desire, and totally worth it.
Ten spins me around and bends me over the table in the foyer, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he presses my face against the cold marble. There’s a rustle of clothing before his hand leaves my neck and yanks my arms behind my back, wrapping something thick around my wrists.
It’s his belt.
He’s handcuffing me with his belt.
The realization makes a fresh wave of desire wash over me, flooding my panties with arousal. My eyes squeeze shut as he shoves my shorts down, his fingers massaging my pussy through the soaked fabric.
Ten peels them down my hips and helps me step out of them. It feels weird to be naked from the waist down and still have my shoes on, but I forget all about it when he shoves my balled-up underwear into my mouth a second later.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about biting,” he chides.
The fabric muffles my subsequent groan.
Having my dirty underwear shoved into my mouth shouldn’t turn me on like this. What is wrong with me?
Ten kicks my feet apart, widening my stance. My heart feels like a caged hummingbird locked in my chest as I wait for him to make his next move.
Wet warmth licks up my spread pussy and I jerk at the unexpected contact. Ten grabs my thighs, stilling me, as he licks another slow, torturous path up me.
My hands ball into fists as I strain against the makeshift handcuffs, desperate for more. The panties in my mouth muffle all kinds of embarrassing things, like whimpers, groans, and the sound of me begging him to fuck me already.
Then Ten does something that rocks me to my core: he sucks my clit into his mouth.
A strangled moan escapes me as my legs quiver, my pussy melting under his skillful mouth.
“I can’t believe this is all mine,” he murmurs against me.
I clench at his words, hearing him curse under his breath as his fingers dig into my thighs. His hot, wet mouth is back on me a second later, making my head swim as he devours me with greedy sucks and tantalizing flicks of his tongue.
Popping me out of his mouth, he licks up my pussy, thrusting his tongue inside me. I start to grind my hips against his face, tugging on the belt wrapped around me.
His breath is a harsh rasp against my skin as his fingers fill me. My pussy hugs him tightly the deeper he delves, like she’s scared he’ll leave.
Even Ten notices. “I can barely fit two fingers in.” He kisses the back of my thigh, saying almost apologetically, “My cock’s going to split you in two.”
My eyes slam shut.
I can’t fucking wait.
Ten curls his fingers as they pump into me, hitting that pivotal spot my ex couldn’t even find with a GPS. My breathing accelerates as his thumb circles my clit, working in tandem with his fingers. I’ve never been worked over this good before. I feel my release barreling toward me like a freight train, and then he does the unthinkable.
His tongue traces the curve of my ass, licking the puckered hole no one’s ever touched before. The sensation is completely foreign, yet explosive.
It’s exactly what I need to push me over the edge.
I cry out, clamping down on his fingers as they fuck me. Ecstasy—and Ten’s tongue—washes over me in unrelenting waves. Jesus Christ, I had no idea this could feel so—fucking—good.
I can’t move, can’t think past the pleasure radiating through me, stringing me so tight I feel like a fucking statue.
When he finally eases up, I feel sated. Boneless.
He presses a kiss to my pulsing clit. “I’ll do that every day if you let me.”
Let him? I’ll beg him to do that every day.
I vaguely feel him move away from me, but I’m too much of a twitchy, comatose pile to care. It’s only when I hear his zipper that I perk up.
His tip feels hot against my wet, sensitive folds as he slides along me, teasing me. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol making me feel so reckless or if it’s just how good he makes me feel, but I want to feel him sink his cock inside me.
No latex, just skin-on-skin.
The drunken thought is so unlike me it’s scary.
And apparently I’m not the only one thinking it, because a second later his rough voice breaks the silence. “I’ve never gone bareback before, but
this is our wedding night. I want to feel my wife the first time I slide inside her, not some cheap piece of latex.”
I can’t verbally agree, so I voice my consent by pushing my ass back on him and nodding furiously.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod again.
“That’s too bad. The thought of filling this tight pussy with my cum and putting a baby inside you? It’s got me so hard my dick is literally twitching with excitement.”
He’s right. I feel it throbbing underneath me.
Hard.
Demanding.
Hot.
Ten starts rocking his hips, the length of his cock massaging my clit with each passing stroke as he works me into a frenzy. My silky juices coat his shaft, making him slip and slide along me until he becomes poised at my entrance. When the velvety tip of him starts to spread me, I groan.
He laughs. “Is my wife hungry for my cock?” he asks, teasing me with shallow thrusts.
I say something unintelligible through the panties in my mouth. At this point I’m so turned on, I’m not even sure what I’m saying. I’m either agreeing with him, or I’m cursing him to the depths of hell for being so cruel.
I try to push back on him, but his firm hand on my hip prevents me from making any real progress.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, moving to grip my hips with both hands. “Your wish is my command, sweet Caroline.”
Ten slams into me all at once, pain and pleasure dancing along my spine as our groans fill the quiet foyer.
I’m actually glad for the panties shoved in my mouth. If it weren’t for them, my teeth would’ve knocked together with the force.
He pulls out inch-by-inch, the ridges of his cock dragging against my walls, my pussy lips hugging him tightly. I feel a gaping emptiness as he leaves me, and then a rush of fullness as he pushes back inside. I’m stretched so tight I can’t breathe, can’t think through the pinch of nearly being split in two.
Bursts of light erupt behind my lids as I squeeze my eyes tight, savoring the feeling of being possessed by my husband for the first time. I pull on the leather binding my wrists as my heart pounds against the table.
“Is this what you wanted?” Ten bites out between thrusts. His hips piston into me, fucking me so violently his skin slaps against mine in harsh claps.
With my hands bound and my face pressed against the cold marble, all I can do is nod. I spread my legs as far as they’ll go, trying to get more.
More friction.
More cock.
More Ten.
Like he can read my mind, he grabs my right leg behind the knee and lifts it onto the table, spreading me wide.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he grunts, sliding his hand across my propped up thigh to play with my clit.
Gasping, I feel his cock surge within me, hitting depths no man has ever touched before. I hear another curse buried in his harsh breath as the familiar tension coils low, urged onward by the rapid flick of his fingers and the punishing rhythm of his hips as he fucks me mercilessly. The slight change in position has him dragging against all the right spots and I feel myself tighten around him.
Ten groans. “Is my wife gonna come all over my cock?”
A muffled sound leaves me, right as his fingers leave my clit and snake into the hair at the nape of my neck. I cry out as Ten pulls my head back, making my spine arch while he rams into me.
He lifts me up until I’m standing, forcing my eyes to meet their wild reflection in the giant mirror opposite us. Watching myself get fucked while I’m bound and gagged is not exactly an everyday occurrence. Needless to say, I’m a little shocked at first.
Shocked, but titillated.
I watch Ten as he fucks me. His brows are drawn tight as he watches my reaction, the muscles in his tattooed arm bulging as he pulls my hair tight. He took his shirt off at some point, and I get glimpses of his abs and hips as he thrusts against my ass.
Just watching him like this is pushing me closer to the edge.
He releases my hair and tugs at the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up my chest and over the back of my head, trapping my arms in the sleeves. He pushes up my bra, freeing my breasts, and cups one in his hand.
Well, most of it.
My DD’s are more than most guys can handle.
“Your tits are fucking perfect,” he breathes, plucking my nipple with his fingers.
They bounce as he fucks me, and I watch his eyes rake over my reflection, his brows knitting together as he takes it all in. The way he looks at me is addictive. Like I’m fucking flawless in his eyes.
I whimper as his left hand moves between my legs, teasing my clit in furious strokes. The metal on his ring finger glints in the light, and I don’t know why, but seeing his wedding ring like that as he works to get me off, knowing it’s my husband who’s fucking me this deeply, this roughly—it sets me off like a bomb being detonated.
It starts in my pussy and fans out like wildfire. My eyes squeeze shut as I shout, my body locking up as I ride it out, savoring every incredible second because I’ve never felt anything like it.
It’s almost violent in its force and leaves me gasping, mindless.
Ten bites out a curse, his hips jerking as a warm gush floods me. Knowing he’s coming inside me sets off little aftershocks.
My clit is throbbing. My pussy spasming.
I push back on him, meeting him thrust-for-thrust as I milk his cock.
When he finally stills, I feel him pulse inside me. He rests his forehead on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my sweaty skin. “Goddamn, woman. If you weren’t already my wife, I’d ask you to marry me. That was…”
He blows out a ragged breath, seemingly at a loss for words.
I spit my panties out of my mouth and finish the sentence for him. “Just the beginning.
TEN
Caroline
I feel like an old, wet towel that’s been wrung out and left to dry. I feel…crusty, and dehydrated. Like I swallowed a whole bag of cotton balls.
And then washed it down with a bottle of tequila.
Oh my god. What happened last night?
My head throbs as I crack an eye open, letting in a painful sting of early morning light.
Nope. Not doing this.
I roll over and bury my face in the pillow, blocking out the rest of the light. I’ve been awake for ten seconds, and I already know I need to restart this entire day in about, oh, eight hours.
I start to pull the covers over my head when I stop and look down.
Why am I naked? And whose sheets are these?
As my foggy mind struggles to remember the details of last night, the bedroom door bursts open. Scrambling up, I clutch the blankets to my chest as a wave of nausea hits me.
Yep. Definitely too hungover to move this fast.
The man who barreled in comes to a halt, scowling as he looks me over. “Jesus Christ, you dumb motherfucker.” He clenches his fist like he’s about to put it through the wall, then thinks better of it at the last second.
“Excuse me?” I’m not a morning person on a good day, and this is shaping up to be a very bad day. This guy’s lucky I’m naked right now, or I’d karate chop him in the throat for barging in here and hurling insults at me.
“I think he was talking to me, sweetheart.”
I let out a shriek at the deep voice behind me, spinning around so fast that I fall off the bed. I yank the covers down onto the floor to try and cover myself, and the guy who was apparently in bed with me the whole friggin’ time doesn’t even try and stop me.
Standing up, I wince when I see that he’s naked too. “Did we…?”
“Like rabbits,” he says, continuing to lay there on full display with a tattooed arm slung over his eyes.
“Oh, God.” I think I’m going to be sick.
He’s not repulsive, or anything. In fact, he’s downright gorgeous from what I can see.
And holy shit, can I see a lot.
My cheeks he
at as I take in the size of his cock. Even limp and hanging across his thigh it’s impressive. And is that a…?
Yeah. It is.
He’s pierced.
There.
My face flushes crimson as everything south of my navel clenches with piqued curiosity. Part of me wonders what it felt like, but the other part already knows, if the dull ache between my legs is any indication.
Jesus Christ, I cannot believe I slept with him. I don’t even know him!
My eyes flick over to the asshole who barged in, hating that I have a witness to the morning after my first one night stand.
Why is he looking at me like that? Like he’s confused about something.
Probably wondering what the hell I’m still doing here.
I bend down, trying to pick up my clothes without flashing them. The sooner I can get out of here and forget this ever happened, the better.
I feel his eyes following me around the room as he mutters to the guy who apparently has no qualms about letting people see him naked, “What the hell were you thinking, Ten?”
Ten, I guess, moves his arm and lifts his head, squinting at me. “What? She’s hot,” he says by way of explanation.
I roll my eyes as I pick my shoes up off the floor.
Pig.
“Bennett’s gonna have your ass for this, you know that, right? He’s gonna ship you off to Promises, or some other bullshit rehab facility, and we’re gonna have to put the tour on hold. You fucked us, Ten.” He’s looking at me when he says it.
Glaring at me, really. And I don’t appreciate it one goddamn bit.
“Why should Bennett care who I fucked?” Ten asks, growing agitated. He sits up and swings his legs over the bed. Frowning at me over his shoulder, he says, “You’re over eighteen, right?”
Really, Caroline? This guy? You go from Chase to this guy?
I roll my eyes—again—and pick up my bra. My clothes are so scattered you’d think a tornado passed through here.
The guy—who I’m starting to realize looks a lot like Ten, with his tattoos and piercings—runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “Oh my god, you don’t even remember.” He shakes his head, muttering, “Classic Tennessee,” as he grabs the remote and turns on the TV.
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