Silk Scarves and Seduction

by Shiloh Walker

  Her head jerked up and her eyes widened as she stared down at him, his lashes lying flat on his cheeks as he suckled on her diamond-hard nipple, laving it roughly, then tugging on it with his teeth before finally drawing back and staring at her with unreadable eyes.

  “Should I take it off?” he asked levelly.

  And Valery knew the choice was totally hers.

  She could say yes…and he’d still make love to her, still bury that wonderful hard cock between her thighs. And that would be fine with him.

  Or she could leave it alone, let him keep her restrained, turn her body over to him…could she do that? Damn it, her pussy clenched at the thought and her heart stuttered. Damn it, there wasn’t any damned thing she wanted more. She wanted to turn over everything to him.

  Most especially her heart. Hopefully, he couldn’t see that written so nakedly on her face. She wasn’t ready to expose so much of her soul.

  Her tongue slid out to wet her lips as she slowly shook her head “no”. She quivered at the look that shot through his eyes, hot blue flames that seared her clear through to her soul, tightening the muscles in her belly while it made the muscles in her legs go lax. Her breath caught as he rose, swift and sudden, and spilled her onto the bed, her hands under her back, the scarf giving her just enough room that she could move her arms.

  He slid his hands under her butt and grabbed her panties, sliding them over her hips, gliding the lacy scrap off, down and away. Then he just stood and watched her, his eyes dark and hungry.

  She stared at him as he stood above her, his eyes roaming over her body, and she flushed. Her nipples stiffened even more, to the point of near pain, and she realized that with her arms behind her back, it made her breasts arch out even more. Her thighs were splayed, leaving her gleaming, wet pussy open and naked to his gaze.

  And oh, was he ever gazing.

  Hot and ravenous, feasting on her with his eyes. Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, he said quietly, his voice dark and smoky, “Sit up, Blush.”

  Awkwardly, she rolled to her side a little and sat up, thankful she was keeping up with that gym membership enough that she could do it without a struggle. Her shirt still hung on her shoulders and the cups of her bra fell open over her breasts as she stared up at him.

  Half-undressed, her hair spilling around her shoulders, and her hands bound behind her back, she sat in front of him, staring at him with wide, nervous eyes, and she knew she hadn’t ever been so hot in her entire damned life.

  Marc moved behind her, crawling onto the bed. “You remember how my mom made me join the Boy Scouts?” he whispered against her neck. “I stayed in for a good five years. I insisted it was because she made me…but that was only the first year. I actually kinda liked it. They taught me all sorts of interesting things. Like be prepared.”

  A flash of silver flew by her eye and Valery yelped. It was a fucking knife. “Marc…?”

  A pocket knife. But still.

  He chuckled. And she felt him tugging on her neck line. “You look so pretty tied up, your breasts sticking out for me, like they are just begging for me to bite them for hours. But—I want you naked. This shirt is in the way,” he murmured, biting her gently on the ear and tugging.

  And then she felt a harder tug, and the sound of cloth ripping. Holy shit, he was cutting her shirt off. He moved around to the side and met her eyes, his gaze dark and hungry as he slid the tip of the knife under the inseam at her shoulder and pulled, the cold metal grazing her flesh as he started the tear before taking it away and placing the handle of the blade between his teeth and tearing the sleeve away.

  He repeated it on the other side, never taking his gaze from hers.

  Then he sliced the straps that held her bra on her shoulders.

  The scraps of her clothes fell around her hips as he stood back and folded the knife away, sliding it into his pocket and staring at her. “That is a sight I’ve been dying to see for longer than you can imagine,” he said huskily, his eyes dropping to study her breasts, then trailing lower, lingering on the silver dragon at her navel, before locking on the naked folds of her pussy. His eyes slid back up to her belly, up the line of her torso, lingering on her now naked breasts and he muttered, “You’ve got the prettiest damn tits I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  Valery felt her heart stop in her chest. How could a word that normal sound so…crass, and make her nipples ache even more? Licking her lips, she squirmed under his gaze and wondered how much more of his study she could take.

  “Open your legs.”

  She jumped at the raspy quality of his voice. Butterflies danced in her belly as she shifted on the bed and then spread her legs slowly, inching forward until just her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed.

  “Damn, that’s pretty,” he whispered.

  Her breath caught as he came to her and knelt, laying his hands on her thighs and pushing them wider, staring at her. Damn it, could he see how wet she was—

  “You are so wet… I can see it…smell it. It’s driving me insane,” he said gutturally, pressing one hand against the center of her chest and urging her back onto the bed, lifting her hips in his hands, bringing her to his face, pressing his mouth to her mound and groaning as he drove his stiffened tongue into her wet folds.

  Valery sobbed out his name, her bound hands clenching into fists as he shoved her higher and higher into bliss, his wicked tongue plundering her deeper than she had thought possible. He shifted and caught her clit in his teeth and she screamed, climaxing with a wet gush, tears burning her cheeks as she came.

  Her belly clenched, her womb jerking as she worked her hips up and down, sobbing. Still, he stabbed at her with his tongue, worked on her sensitive clit with his teeth, and then pulled back to blow a cooling puff of air against her, over and over until a second climax was pulled from her.

  His name ripped out of her and she moaned weakly when he finally lowered her hips to the bed and stood, staring down at her, his chest moving in a harsh rhythm. “I’m going to take you now,” he said softly, tearing his shirt away, ripping at the buttons on his jeans, his eyes never leaving her face. “I can’t wait any longer to feel you under me. I’ve waited too long for you already.”

  Valery heard the thuds from his shoes hitting the floor and she knew his clothes were flying across the room, but all she could do was stare at him, at that muscled, tanned body, the muscled wall of his chest, his flat belly and narrow hips …damn, he was perfection…and his eyes, those beautiful eyes.

  She could just lie there and stare into those dreamy blue eyes for hours. Well, maybe not, because she wanted him so badly that she hurt with it.

  Damn, she loved him.

  Her breath tripped out of her in a ragged sigh as he moved closer, and she moved her eyes down to study the hard muscled wall of his chest. A grin tugged at her lips and she said, “You should know…there’s a health hazard involved there.”

  In his right nipple, a silver barbell winked.

  He chuckled. “I lost a bet. And then I just got used to it.” Twisting it, he smiled sensually, and Valery felt her pussy clench at the sight. “I like your dragon…maybe I’ll get one.”

  A hot, flustered feeling filled her at that and she didn’t know what to say. But she couldn’t even begin to dissect that nervous feeling because he knelt on the bed and shoved her thighs apart, his eyes hot and hungry, almost brutally so. “You’ve no idea, Blush, how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he grunted as he tossed something down on the bed beside her. “I’m gonna make love to you until you come again, and sob out my name like you just did…and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you scream it.”

  Her breath shuddered out of her in a rush and she watched as he settled back on his knees and reached up beside her head. She licked her lips, staring at him, the muscled wall of his chest, the carved perfection of his belly, and his cock, the bulging plum-shaped head, pulsating under her stare. A thick vein ran up the underside and she was dying to touch him, to see if t
he skin was as silky as it looked, to see if he felt like velvet over steel, and if he would gasp or moan when she touched him.

  As she watched, he tore open a rubber and unrolled it down his ruddy length, and then he covered her, staring into her eyes, as he used his hips to push her thighs farther apart.

  She shifted and he moved his hands under her, rolling her weight farther back on her shoulders, taking her weight off her arms, relieving that pressure as he probed between her thighs, the blunt head of his cock caressing the naked flesh of her waxed mound. Her eyes widened as he breached her vagina and slid in, the thick flesh cleaving through her tight folds.

  Valery could feel her heart pounding, her nipples stabbing into his chest, the silk of the scarf at her wrists, the coarseness of the hair at his pubis as he slid deep inside, and the pulsating of his cock as he slid half of his thick length within her.

  Everything felt super-sensitized, and she shivered as he withdrew, then he pushed deep inside again, staring at her from narrowed eyes. His hands held her ass, keeping her weight lifted off her hands as he completely impaled her this time.

  Oh…hell.

  She gulped in air as he pushed his cock in her to the balls, and started to pull out, his eyes locked on her face. “You feel so damn tight…so hot, you’re about to burn me up, even through this damned rubber. I hate it… I’ve never hated them before, but I hate it now. I want to fuck you without it, to feel you with nothing between us, to feel that sweet, wet little pussy of yours as I fuck my way into you,” he panted as he started to slide back inside, his eyes focused on hers.

  She whimpered, staring helplessly up at him. “Marc…”

  “You make me want to forget everything…damn it, you are everything,” he rasped. “You always have been and you never knew.” Another deep, slow stroke.

  She arched her hips helplessly, trying to take him deeper. “Marc, please…”

  “Shhh. I’ll give it to you, baby, I promise. I’ll give you everything,” he whispered. Hunkering over her, he started to shaft her, deep and slow, hooking his arms under her knees, keeping her open…and still keeping the pressure off her arms.

  So considerate, part of her thought, while the other part was babbling with pure, undiluted lust.

  Her hair was tangled around her face, the diamonds at her neck and ears glittering in the silvery light. She looked like a fairy, Marc thought, dazed as he sank his cock back into her pussy, angling his hips so that he rode against her clit with each stroke. That warning tingle was building at the base of his spine and he knew he couldn’t hold off climax too much longer.

  Think ear infections… think head lice…think teenage pregnancy…wrong one, boy-o.

  Now he saw Blush pregnant, ripe with his babe, those beautiful sexy tits lush and full with a mother’s milk, her long body made even riper with motherhood. And his thrusts grew harder, as hunger raged through him. And he hoped the love he felt for her wasn’t naked on his face for her to see…he wasn’t ready to bare his soul to her, not just yet.

  “Come for me, Blush, let me feel it,” he purred roughly as he felt the subtle tightening of her pussy around his cock through the rubber. “Come.”

  As though she had just been waiting for his words, she threw back her head and wailed, harsh shudders racking her body, spasmodic clenching in her tight little pussy holding his cock in a vise-like grip as he fucked his way deep inside her body. He exploded inside the condom, coming like a long dormant volcano, fast and furious, lowering his head and sinking his teeth into the fleshy pad of muscle atop her shoulder.

  She sobbed out his name and he felt the hot splash of her tears against his face as her breath caught.

  As he emptied himself inside the condom, she shuddered and bucked under him, her soft, silken little sheath milking him like a fist until he had nothing left to give. He collapsed against her, spent, and listened as she tried to catch her breath.

  He lifted his head slightly and licked the reddened mark on her shoulder where he had bitten her, flushing at the sight of it. “I marked you,” he said gruffly, kissing it tenderly.

  She rolled her head to the side, craning a bit to see it and a soft smile lit her face. “Mmm. I’m glad. Maybe I’ll put a mark on you next time,” she teased.

  He pulled back and lifted her up, tugging at the knots on the scarf, scowling as they didn’t come free as easily as they should have. “You know, this would be quicker if you hadn’t tugged so hard,” he teased, dipping his head to kiss one pale, ivory shoulder.

  Tongue-in-cheek, she said, “Next time, I’ll try not to enjoy myself so much.”

  As the scarf fell free, he swatted her ass gently and said, “Hush.”

  Climbing from the bed, he disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, and Valery was grinning over the picture he had made walking away, the fine lines of his back, his fine ass, those long, strong legs…oh, double yummy.

  Man, what a dish.

  She heard water splashing for a few minutes and then he reappeared and her eyes dropped to his cock, once more naked and unencumbered. He had tossed the rubber. Her lids drooped low and she reached out as he drew closer. Closing her hand over his sex, she pumped him up and down, slowly, licking her lips, watching him from under her lashes as she leaned forward.

  Sticking her tongue out, she stroked it up the length from his balls to the tip, circling it around the broad head before taking him into her mouth and sucking on him like a lollipop. The taste of water and soap clung to him, and faintly…latex, but under that…him. She wanted more of that, so she set about pumping her head thoroughly, removing the taste she didn’t want, working to get just his taste—clean, strong, and male. His body bucked under her touch and he groaned, his hands coming up to fist in her hair, her name a rough sigh on his lips.

  Try as she might, the nickname he had stuck her with was one she had never been able to outgrow, not with him, Tessa and Caleb around…and on his lips, it always sounded so erotic, especially now, a caress that raced down her spine. It tightened her nipples, sent heated streaks of lightning darting through her belly, while her clit started to tingle and throb as though he had actually stroked it, not just whispered her name.

  She cupped his sac in her hand, rolling him gently between her fingers, smiling around his cock as she felt a tremor rock his body. “Pretty thing,” he murmured, rocking on his heels and driving his cock harder into her mouth.

  She sucked on him, harder and harder, pumping him with her hand at the same time, feeling the warning throb in the vein under her fingers. But before she could bring him to climax, he pulled her away and jerked her to her feet, covering her mouth with his, growling hungrily as he pierced her lips with his tongue and drank from her. But he had no sooner started kissing her than he stopped, lifting her away from him and reaching down, snagging a foil-covered condom from the bed and tearing it open, swearing under his breath, “stupid brain…stupid…just turn off for once…”

  At least, she thought that was what he said. With a laugh, she moved up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts flat against his back, shivering at the sensations flying through her. Laying her head against his shoulder, she laughed as he cursed shakily, his movements growing more fitful in her embrace.

  “You remember what I said, Blush? That I’d make love to you until you sobbed my name?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, despite his frantic motions.

  “Yes,” she said, arching a brow, curious.

  “Good. Then you probably remember the other part…”

  And that was all the warning she got before he spun around and lifted her, backing her into the wall and driving into her with his cock with one hard quick thrust, so hard and fast she didn’t even have time to scream before he was driving into her again, and then again. He slammed into her, his thick sex working over the bundle of nerves buried near the mouth of her womb, his pelvis scraping over her clit with each hungry thrust of his hips.

  Valery dug her hands into the har
d ridge of muscle on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his fingers digging into her ass.

  His mouth slanted across hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth, rubbing over her tongue and the inside of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, eating her alive. Then his finger pressed against the seam of her ass and she arched up, startled, but she couldn’t even scream because he was still eating her mouth, robbing her of breath. His ravenous mouth, his greedy hands, and his cock…oh, heaven, his cock—he pumped his hips, slamming into her, harder and harder, until she could have sworn she was seeing stars with each driving thrust.

  A scream was building in her throat, just as another glorious climax was building low in her belly, hot, scalding, each drive of his hips into the cradle of hers had the bulbous head of his cock caressing her G-spot in just the right way. Her body felt like it could light up the sky on the fourth of July. His hands, hot and firm on her ass, boosted her up even higher and her head fell back against the wall, away from his lips. She felt drugged and dying for air, too starved for oxygen to let that scream out.

  “Scream for me, Blush,” he growled, his head swooping down to capture one nipple in his mouth, biting down gently, sucking hard, alternating between the two. With a twist of his hips, he threw her into climax, and set the scream free. It pealed through the room and bounced off the walls as Valery dipped her fingers into his hair and held on tight, her heels digging into his ass.

  He released her nipple with a wet little pop and whispered, “That’s it,” as he rammed into her harder.

  Her body went slack in his arms, a dazed little smile on her lips, her fingers falling down to caress his neck tenderly. He smiled at her and lowered his head to buss her lips. “Hmmm. That was nice. But I’m not done with you yet,” he said, and then reached behind and unhooked her ankles, draping her thighs over his elbows and leaning into her, his long, lean body shuddering slightly as he shoved back inside her.

  “You’re tight, swollen now,” he murmured, licking his lips, his eyes hooded. “Are you getting tender?”