by Marie James
“Love you, too,” she mumbles in her sleep.
I tug her firmer against my body. I know it doesn’t count since she’s sleeping, and if she’s dreaming it may be completely out of context to us, but fuck if it isn’t a beautiful thing to hear. I smile into her back and drift off to sleep.
***
I stir awake from our nap and startle when I reach out, and the bed beside me is cold, empty. I look at my watch and realize it’s late afternoon. I hear shuffling in the restroom and determine that Josie getting out of the bed must have been what woke me up.
I stretch out on the bed and wince at the sound of my bones popping, a sure sign of the abuse my body has taken over the years as a police officer; both from training and tussling with suspects. I decide to stay in bed just in case Josie comes out and wants to snuggle again.
The door pulls open, and she steps into the room. My cock hardens instantly at the sight of her. Her gorgeous blond hair is falling over her shoulders in soft, delicate waves, covering her breasts, but not so much that I can’t tell she’s not wearing a bra. Her slender hips are only interrupted by the thinnest strap of what I can only assume is a thong; a tiny triangle of green fabric the only thing covering her beautifully bare pussy.
I groan deep in my chest as she stalks towards me, but my eyes go wide when she pulls her hand from behind her back. Dangling from the index finger of her right hand is my handcuffs. I nearly come at the sight of her.
“Are you ready to be disrespected, Detective?” The look on her face says she means business as she reminds me of the conversation we had this morning; I didn’t know at the time it was a promise.
“You are so beautiful,” I manage around a catch in my throat. My eyelids have grown heavy as she walks slowly towards, the cuffs swinging back and forth on her dainty finger.
“Flattery will not get you out of this, Perez.” The husky sound of her voice betraying her composure.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I tell her as I place my hands out in front of me, an offering to her.
“Strip,” she commands.
Without hesitation, I pull my shirt over my head and watch as her tongue inches out and licks her lips. I bet she’s wet and I pray she plans on sitting on my face. That would be sweet, beautiful torture.
“Pants too?” I ask as I run my hand down my stomach and grip my cock on top of my jeans. It’s throbbing and begging for relief.
She nods and shifts on her feet. Not so immune are you, Mariposa?
I gently rock up and make sure my abs are clenched as I unbutton my pants. I want her to have a good show after all. I lift my hips a few inches and push my jeans along with my boxers down slowly as far as I can reach; then I use my feet to push them the rest of the way off. I kick at them until they fall off the end of the bed.
I follow Josie’s gaze to my painfully thick erection. A drop of pre-come clings to the tip, and I hiss as Josie climbs slowly on the bed, leans her mouth over me and sweeps it away with her velvety smooth tongue. As soon as she pulls her mouth away another bead forms.
She angles her face towards me, so I can watch as she licks the second drop away. “Mmm,” she purrs. “I may be here all night.”
“Fuck,” I groan as she takes the entire head into her mouth and gives it a hard suck.
I reach for her head when she begins to pull away way too soon.
“Unuh,” she tsks. “Hands,” she demands.
I once again offer her my hands, even though I know she’s probably going to torture me all damn night. She closes one of the cuffs around my right wrist and walks on her knees beside my body. She slips the free cuff around one of the slats in the headboard, and it dawns on me she’s not just handcuffing me, she’s handcuffing me to the bed. I can feel the pre-come as it drips from my tip and lands on my stomach when I reach my free hand up and allow her to cuff it as well.
I turn my head towards her body. The tiny triangle of fabric begging to be ripped away by my teeth. She’s only inches from my face, and I angle my neck as far as I can in an attempt to run my tongue over her slit. I’m short by less than an inch but manage to get her attention when I blow a breath of hot air against her. This is the perfect torture if that’s what she’s going for. So close to me I can smell her arousal but far enough away that I can’t get a taste.
“Josie,” I plead. I know she wants to be in control, but I’m relying on her inexperience to help me get my way just a bit.
I glance up at her, and she’s looking down at me through her eyelashes. I watch in awe as she glides her fingers down her taut stomach and dips behind the tiny green triangle.
“You want a taste, baby?” She toys with me as she pulls her thong to the side just in time for me to watch her middle finger sink inside of her.
I groan, and my hips shift upwards of their own volition.
“Please.” My throat is suddenly dry. “Please, let me taste you.”
I’m like a heroin addict as I watch her pull her finger free of her body. My next fix is glistening on her fingertip. I crane my neck as far as it will go trying to get to her finger faster as she brings it down towards my mouth. When her magnificent taste hits the back of my throat I know I’m in heaven. I suck her finger deep in my mouth and lick it clean. She pulls it away too soon.
“More,” I demand as she smirks down at me. “Straddle my face, Josie.” My voice is borderline harsh. I’m seconds away from getting out of these cuffs. I decided to let her play her little game, but a man’s restraint can only be tested so far.
“Ask nicely,” she coos, but she’s already in motion.
“Please, sit on my face, Josie.” I watch the shiver of her body as she situates a leg on either side of my body.
Each one of her knees is on either side of my chest, but the positioning is awkward, and I can’t reach her pussy. “One knee beside my head, Mariposa, and sit on my chest.” Grabbing the slats of the headboard, she complies by moving her body into position, and I turn my head away to prevent from taking a shaky knee to the eye. I can feel the tremble in her body as she settles half of her weight on my chest. One leg is tucked, bent at the knee along my left side and she has her other foot flat on the bed between my right arm and head.
She moans when I blow a soft stream of cold air onto her. I angle my head up and lick her from bottom to top as far as I can go. That’s all it takes to set her hips in motion. I lap at her like I’m dying of thirst and rattle the cuffs when she grips the back of my head and grinds her delicate pussy on my mouth. I’ve never done this without the use of my hands, and I don’t like to give less than a hundred percent, but if her moaning is any indication she doesn’t seem to think I’m lacking.
“Hold yourself open for me, Josie.” I pull my head back an inch and watch as trembling hands gently stretch her plump lips away, revealing her swollen clit. I attack it. Licking, biting, nipping until she’s convulsing on my chest and her juices are dripping down my chin.
I lap at her until she can take no more and she pulls her body away from my mouth. She lays back and crashes beside me on the bed, her left foot still beside my head, her right leg thrown across my body.
Chapter 25
Josie
He may be handcuffed, but he just played my body like a fiddle. Not exactly how I had seen this little party starting, what a heck of a way to jump things off!
I have a mind to tell him I’m going to take a nap after an orgasm like that and turn my head towards him, but the sight of his glorious cock, less than a foot from my face, has me keeping my big mouth shut. Well, it’s going to keep me less vocal, but I have no intentions of keeping it shut.
I pull my legs from across Kaleb’s body and shift my weight, so I’m eye to eye so to speak with his erection. I chance a glance down at him and notice his chin is shiny and wet with my juices. My attention diverts to his top half so fast it makes me question if I have ADD.
I crawl seductively up his body as he watches me with hooded eyes. I bite my lip when I get n
ear his face. “It seems I got you dirty, baby.” I cut my eyes to the wetness I left behind on his lips and chin.
“Say it again, Josie.” I know he’s talking about the pet name.
“Baby,” I pant against his lips just before my tongue sweeps out and traces his lower lip. His hips thrust upwards, and I reach my hand down and graze my fingers down his length to his testicles. His eyes close and a rumble comes from deep in his chest. I grip my fist around him and stroke gently as I lick and nip at his chin.
“Don’t, Josie. I’m too close.” He advises.
I release him as I kiss his mouth. I hear his arms rattle the cuffs against the slats in the headboard and I know he wants his hands on me. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done yet.”
I snake back down his body until the thick head of his penis is right at my mouth. I brazenly lick him from the base to the tip, taking pride in the violent hiss that escapes his lips.
“Josie, stop!” He demands.
I ignore him and close my eyes as I plunge my mouth down on him and take him as deep down my throat as I can manage. I hear the cuffs rattle again and I’m just about the sink down on him against when a strong hand tangles in my hair and pulls me off.
“What the f…” I exclaim as I’m tossed on my back by a very horny Kaleb.
I look up, and Kaleb is looking down at me waving a handcuff key in front of my face. I smile up at him and feign a pout. “I just want to taste you too.” I wiggle my hips for good measure, but he has my legs pinned together.
“You don’t listen very well, Josie.” I’m unable to take his criticism seriously when he’s smirking down at me.
“I shouldn’t have to listen to you when you’re not the one in control.” I retort.
“I’m always the one in control, Mariposa. You should always remember that.” He growls at me.
“Ok, boss man. What do you plan to do with your power this evening?” I smirk up at him.
“Let me think,” he says as his hands go in opposite directions. One index finger taps his mouth in contemplation, and the other rests on my lower belly and his thumbs strokes between my legs.
“Ah!” I gasp at the contact. His hands on me feel so good, but I know he’s doing it to try to calm himself. He’s already said twice that he was close to orgasm. It seems I’ve kept him close to the edge all day. “Please, baby!” I plead.
“I love it when you call me that.” He pulls his hand from his mouth, reaches down and clasps my thigh, and simultaneously shifts his weight so he can position himself between my legs rather than mine between his.
His actions leave me exposed, the cool air of the room lapping at my overheated core.
“I need you, baby.” I close my eyes and arch my back as his thumb sinks inside of me.
“I need you, Josie,” he pants as he leans over and licks me exactly where his perfect mouth belongs.
I cry out as he sucks my sensitive bud into his mouth. I hear him groan against me and the vibrations bring me to the edge of craziness. He pulls his thumb from inside of me and removes his mouth from my sensitive tissues.
“I was so close,” I whimper to him.
He covers my body with his, and he sweeps over my clitoris with his erection. “Wanna see stars, Mariposa?”
Before I can beg him, he slides in, his thick length finding the end of me. I throw my head back and moan unintelligible words. Begging, praying and pleading for stars as he continues to rock in and out of me and his thumb rotates in expert precision on my throbbing bud.
“Oh! God! KALEB!” The short fuse and the fire stoking that’s been going on all day draw together, and I detonate around him.
My legs clamp around his hips, and I open my eyes to him just in time watch him go over the edge. His eyes are clenched tight, his head is thrown back, and he’s biting his lips so hard, he’s sure to draw blood.
“Fuck!” he roars, and I feel his hips still, as his buried length begins pulsing wildly inside of me.
“Kaleb,” I whimper, trying to draw his attention to his hands gripping my hips. “Baby! Your hands!”
He looks down and releases my flesh; the relief is immediate. “Damn, Josie. I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” He pulls out of me suddenly, and I moan, the incredible sensation causing me to instantly forget about the pain from the harsh grip he had on my hips.
“Are you ok?” he repeats himself as he shifts from between my legs and lays down beside me, his hand gently stroking over my abused flesh.
I turn towards him. “I’m perfect,” I whisper, lean in and kiss his glistening chest.
“I feel like a damn virgin around you,” he admits.
I giggle. “I don’t think a virgin would be able to elicit the reactions you control my body with, Kaleb.”
He smiles at me.
“First, thank you for that ego boost. But second, I mean I come so fast. It’s like every time is the first time and my…” he stops and lets out a sign of frustration.
“Your what? Penis?” I’m curious as to what he was going to say.
“Cock, Josie. Say cock.” He smirks at me knowing it’s not a word I would use.
“Cock,” I whisper timidly.
His eyes grow heavy. “I like the sound of that.”
“You like me to say bad words?” I bite my lip to keep from smiling. He nods and leans in for a brief kiss. “What were you going to say?”
“I was saying that my cock has a mind of its own around you and I can’t seem to control it.” He tugs my arm until I’m lying across his chest.
I raise my head up and look him in the eye. “Well, I think you and your cock are doing a fine job.”
He laughs so hard my entire body is shaking on his chest. I grin against his skin and hold him tighter.
I relax into his chest feeling calm and protected, knowing it won’t last much longer since we will be separated by work tomorrow. I close my eyes and take deep calming breaths, forcing my muscles to calm.
“Josie.”
I startle and realize I must have dozed off briefly. “Hmm?”
“I’m hungry.” I hear him say.
“So, you want me to lie on my back while you eat my pussy?” I grumble into his chest still half asleep. I stiffen when I realize what just came out of my mouth.
His muscles have hardened as well. A few seconds pass by before he’s roaring with laughter. “Josie! Listen to that filthy mouth of yours!” He continues to laugh.
“So embarrassing,” I mutter under my breath.
He cups my chin and tilts my head towards his. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Are those the types of things bouncing around in your head?”
I shrug my shoulders and grin at him. “Not until recently,” I confess.
He watches me for a minute, his green eyes sparkling in the dimming sunlight. “As much as I’d love for you to lie on your back while I eat your pussy, we need a shower and to seriously think about dinner; the sun is already going down.”
I groan as he shifts his weight from underneath me and sits on the side of the bed. “Come on beautiful,” he smacks me hard on the ass. “Let’s grab a shower and order take out.” He stands. “I’ll eat your pussy and see how many times I can make you come before the food gets here.”
I bolt out of bed and beat him to the shower. With a promise like that, I don’t want to waste any time!
Chapter 26
Kaleb
Four. That’s how many times I made her come on my mouth in the thirty minutes it took for the pizza to make it to the house. I got up earlier than usual this morning. I’m wide awake and fully rested. I’m honestly shocked at how well I sleep with her in my arms. I’m showering alone, however, because Josie insisted that she showers before bed and would be too grumpy if she had to get up any earlier in the morning than she absolutely has to. It was difficult untangling myself from her to come in here, but without a warm shower in the morning I just don’t feel normal.
Just as I’m grumbling to myself and rinsing the soap off
my body, I feel a cool breeze hit my back, and a second later Josie’s arms are wrapped around my waist. I love how she hugs me and rests her head on my back. I turn in her arms and gently kiss her lips. She attempts to deepen the kiss, and I have to pull back before I cross over the point of no return.
“We don’t have time for that, Temptress.” I chide.
“You want me,” she says stating the obvious as she glances down at my stiff dick.
“Always, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if you were late to work on the very first day that I’m responsible for getting you there?” She lays her head back on my chest.
“We could both call in sick,” she suggests.
“Can’t happen. I work, even when I’m sick.” I can’t even remember the last time I was too sick to drag my ass into the office. I want to tell her to take another day for herself and recommend that she stay here and watch TV all day. I know she’s afraid to go to work, but I remember her emphatic statements about her being strong and people coddling her. So, I go the supportive but firm route.
“You’ll be fine. I’ll drop you off in front of the school and pick you up. I’ll even pack you a sack lunch if you want me to.” I feel her grin against my chest.
I pull her in front of me and notice the huge smile on her face. “What are you thinking, Josie?”
“I’m thinking…” she taps her finger on her lips, “that an orgasm this morning will help me get through the day.”
“That so?” I run my hands down her back, gripping her ass as I tug her against me. She nods. “Well, I want you to have a good day.”
I kiss her lips briefly and nip and lick my way down her body, making a quick line to her slick center.
She grabs my head before I can make it, stopping my descent. “Not that way,” she says as I stand back up. She reaches down and claps my manhood in her hand, props her leg up on the tiled bench and begins to roll her hips, rubbing her hot pussy on the tip of my oversensitive head.
