by Lily Harlem
“Baby, tell me this is more.”
“More than what?” I gasped.
“More than just some weird sexual infatuation.”
“Yes, oh yes, it is. Ty, you know it is, you must be able to feel it in your heart too.”
He lowered his mouth to mine and his soft tongue delved in, tasting and investigating. This kiss was different than all his others had been. It was honest and genuine. It fed me a little piece of his soul and let me look into his heart. What I saw there had me melting all the more for him. He was strong and passionate, loyal to a fault, and I wanted him to be mine for all of time.
Nothing else existed but the gentle touch of his mouth and the artful movements of his hips. I surrendered to him, allowed myself to float away on the plane of bliss he’d taken me to.
We had all night but my orgasm didn’t know that and I could feel it growing. “Ty, I’m coming,” I gasped into his mouth.
“Yes, baby, let it take you. I’ll catch you, I promise.”
He propped his weight onto his elbows and cupped my face, staring down at me with single-minded focus as he ground into me over and over and over.
My body was a tight spring about to unfurl, the pressure mounting to unimaginable levels. But I didn’t take my gaze from his. I couldn’t. Our eye contact was like a lifeline. I needed him. I needed him with me when I was catapulted into ecstasy.
I was there. I heard myself release a hoarse sob as a fierce climax pulsed through my body. It was as if I’d been split apart and thrown in a million different directions. All my limbs trembled and jerked, my back arched and my pussy contracted around his cock.
And all the time he held me, gazed at me with soft, wondrous eyes.
“Ty,” I panted. I didn’t even feel as though my facial muscles were my own. My jaw was slack and my eyes windows to the depths of my soul. I could hide nothing.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his devilish hips continuing to eke every last wave of bliss from me. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Fathomless emotions washed through me. Every sexual experience I’d had with any other guy faded. It was Ty, only Ty. He’d ruined me for anyone else.
He slowed his rocking and the pressure on my clit eased. I whimpered at the loss though I was also grateful. I was hyperstimulated, engorged and throbbing.
“But, but you didn’t,” I whispered.
He grinned. “I’m an optimistic guy. I reckon I can make you come again before I do.”
“Oh god.” That last one had just about finished me off.
“You not up for it?” He froze above me.
I could hardly believe it possible but another wave of lust raced through me. “Yes, yes, I’m up for it.” I sighed and released the tension in my limbs. “Just don’t expect me to do much.”
He twitched his brows and a naughty grin tugged at his mouth. “In that case, I know just the thing.”
He slipped from the bed for the briefest of seconds and then was back over me, grabbing my wrists.
“Hey.” I glanced at the long twist of material that was used to hold the curtains back during the day. He was looping it around my forearms. “What are you doing?”
“You said earlier I could tie you up again.”
A bubble of excitement popped in my gut. “Oh yes, so I did.”
“Perfect solution. You won’t have to do a thing. Just lie there and enjoy.”
“I’ve had this experience before with you. It’s been known to backfire.”
“Not tonight. Tonight it’s all about your pleasure.”
How much more pleasure can I take?
I glanced at his turgid cock bobbing with his movements as he slatted the tieback behind the rails of the headboard and secured a tight knot. Were we really going to play this devastatingly sexy game with Phil next door?
It seemed we were, and I hoped to hell the headboard was fixed firm and wouldn’t rattle.
Chapter Eight
“Turn over,” Ty said, though not giving me a chance to reply, he just flipped me onto my stomach. My wrists suddenly crossed and my face mashed into the pillow. “I want to look at your sexy little ass as I fuck you.”
I dipped the hollow of my back and thrust my butt upward to show how much I approved of this plan. I adored fucking from behind. My G-spot always caught just right in this position and I couldn’t wait for Ty to give it some serious attention. I had a feeling he would be damn good at hitting the hot spot.
He gave a primitive growl, as if his patience was sapping away, and lifted my lower torso. He tucked a fat pillow beneath my hips, which jutted my ass and pussy even higher into the air.
“Oh yeah, perfection,” he muttered.
Kisses trailed down my back as he kneaded and explored the globes of my butt. I was only little, my bottom small and neat, but he was worshipping it and devouring every inch of flesh as if he’d just been dropped in ass heaven.
Then he was up and over me, the hair on his chest tickling my shoulder blades. Feeling him nudge his cock at my wet and needy entrance, I stretched my legs wider and braced for penetration.
“You ready to go again?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes, oh please, yes, now.”
He plunged in and our combined long, low moans filtered through the air. I could feel the thick mushroomed head of his cock smoothing over my G-spot and, just as I’d known it would, it felt amazing—deep and profound, dense and heavy.
A sigh was knocked from my lungs as he buried to the hilt.
“Oh, that’s too good,” he breathed into my ear. “You feel so damn tight like this.”
“You feel so damn big.”
He almost chuckled but it turned into a ragged groan as he withdrew and shunted back in, faster this time, harder.
I shuddered and felt my juices pouring from me once more. The need to come was building up again, burning in my pussy and stealing my breath. I tugged at the ropes around my wrists. I had energy again, sod not doing anything. I wanted to rub my clit.
“Allow me,” he said, delving beneath my stomach and searching through my pussy lips.
“Ah, ah it’s so…” I gasped as he found my clit, pressed and rotated. I was sure I saw stars.
“What?”
“It’s so intense, it’s coming again so fast.”
I stretched my legs as far apart as they could go, arched my back and yanked at the ropes around my wrists. I felt so sexy, so wild and free. Handing myself over to Ty was as wonderfully sublime as it was crazy foolish.
I was panting for air, desperate for oxygen, but he didn’t let up. He continued to fuck me from behind in slow, controlled strokes as I writhed beneath him, my body tightening and shuddering, the imminence of my climax taking control.
“Yes, like that,” I cried, thrusting up my butt so that the head of his cock hit my sweet spot just right. “Yes, yes, yes, like that.”
“Shh,” he said by my ear. “Shh, keep the noise down.”
I buried my face in the pillow, opened my mouth in a silent scream and let an intense orgasm race across my nerve endings. He didn’t let up with his rotations on my clit and the solidity of his cock barging into my G-spot lifted me higher and higher. He carried on with thick, hot strokes as I spasmed around him. Lights flashed behind my closed lids, my legs jerked on and off the mattress and my arms locked above my head.
Eventually he slowed. Took his fingers from my clit and settled his body over mine, only just holding his weight.
“I could listen to you come all night,” he whispered. “And the way you feel around my cock when you climax. Fuck, it’s beautiful.”
I twisted my head from the pillow. The light, though dim, seemed overbright. “Yes,” I panted, blinking and refocusing. “It feels beautiful.”
He kissed my cheek then sat back, his cock still inside me, and started to trail featherlight caresses over my shoulders. I felt like a pile of orgasmic waste but I was getting turned-on again. God, this man made me insatiable, and he still ha
dn’t come.
A sinful idea came to my mind. One of the things I’d fantasized about, dreamed about and imagined doing with Ty suddenly filled my thoughts. I wanted that experience, here and now while I was strapped to the bed, being worshipped and already loose and pliant after two, or was that three now, perfect orgasms.
“Ty.”
“What? Tell me what you want?” he whispered.
“I want you to…” Could I really? But what if we never got another chance? Who knew what our future held? We were hardly your average couple and it was a very real possibility that we might never be together again. This might be it, our one and only night in each other’s arms. The memories we made now might have to last a lifetime and if that was the case I wanted as many as possible.
“Tell me?”
I hesitated, it was what I wanted but the words were heavy and stubborn sitting on my tongue. “I want you to…” Sod it, I could say it. “I want you to fuck me up the ass.”
He hissed in a breath. “Ah baby, you’re such a horny little devil.”
“Up my ass, please.”
He withdrew from my pussy and sat back between my legs. “You sure?”
“Yeah, just slow, okay?”
He flattened his palms on my butt cheeks and spread the soft flesh apart with the heels of his hands. The air on my anus was cool as it must have come into his view. A tremble of anticipation besieged my body as his cock touched against my buttock, just to the left of my puckered hole.
“Lube,” I gasped, twisting my head to look at the tube on the bedside table. “You need lube.”
“Of course.” I saw him reach for it and a second later he was working the cool lubricant around my anus. He slotted a single finger inside, taking with it the slippery moisture.
It didn’t hurt, there was no bite, no sting, and I had to stop myself bucking back for more. I’d heard so much about anal sex. Would it hurt like a firecracker or would it be bliss? I needed to know. The craving for it was suddenly desperate and I felt so wide open for Ty, so ready to do this with him.
“So sweet and tight,” he groaned, “but you’re gonna have to keep real quiet, okay? No screaming.”
Screaming?
“Yes, yes, I’ll be quiet.”
He added another finger coated in silky lubricant and I gulped in air. Okay, so that felt a little stingy, but it also created a whack of desire in nerve endings I didn’t even know I possessed.
His fingers were smearing the lube inside me now and he slithered them in until his knuckles bumped my external flesh.
“Ahhh,” I said on a long sigh of newly found pleasure, relaxing into his explorations. My gaze was fixed on the base of the bedside lamp to my side. It was made of shiny red tinted wood. But I wasn’t looking at it, I was lost to sensation.
A sudden nipping stretch caused me to gasp and clench my buttocks. “Ow,” I gasped, turning my head. “What are you doing?”
“Shh, it’s okay, you’re doing great. I just need to add more fingers to get you ready for my cock.”
Groaning, I buried my face in the pillow. What had I let myself in for? This was sore. His fingers had compacted in my tight tunnel, making it full and heavy. But I had to admit, added to the tinge of pain was a delicious hankering for more. More filling, more sting.
“Are you enjoying this?” he asked.
I nodded and willed my tight ring of muscle to ease.
He began to stretch his fingers apart, scissoring and easing open delicate tissue. The image of what I must look like to him right now was overwhelming. It was both mortifying and erotic and I couldn’t imagine anyone but Ty doing this to me. What we’d been through, what we’d done, had brought us close in the most eccentric of ways.
“Ah baby, I think you’re ready.” He was over me and as he dropped a kiss to the nape of my neck, his fingers slipped from my ass.
My hips jerked and black velvet hunger consumed me. It was wicked and depraved but I wanted his fingers or his cock up my ass so badly if I didn’t get it I would weep.
I tugged at the binds on my wrists and pressed my forehead into the pillow.
The fat, wide head of his cock was there, nudging at the taut band of my asshole.
“Relax.” His voice was the opposite end of the spectrum to relaxed. It sounded as if it might snap at any moment.
He pushed forward.
Involuntarily, I jerked and shifted up the bed away from the impossible width of his cock.
“Shh,” he soothed, wrapping a hand around my hip. “Keep still, let me in, don’t fight it.”
I battled to hold on to my sanity and heat built beneath my skin. This was it, crunch time. I yanked my shoulders. I was well and truly trapped beneath Ty. His powerful cock was back at my ring and I could feel his warm, muscular body hovering over mine. With a steady push, his wide head prized apart my sphincter and he entered me.
I wanted to holler, but I knew I couldn’t. So instead I bit down on my lip. I hated it, I loved it. Tender tissue was pinching around his glans, white-hot whips of pain and pleasure searing my most private of places.
“Sweet Jesus,” he hissed.
He sank in some more. Farther and farther, breaching my virginal channel, his way eased by the copious amount of lube he’d inserted. It was both brutal and beautiful, the filling sensation of his penetration sinfully dark but at the same time perfect and sweet.
As the root of his cock hit my sphincter, I twisted my head from the pillow. This time I didn’t even attempt to open my eyes.
“Oh my god,” Ty gasped onto my cheek. “I can’t believe you’ve taken my whole damn cock up your ass. You’re so tiny and tight.”
“I can’t believe it either,” I gasped.
“It feels awesome, like you’re made of hot satin inside or something.”
My heart was thudding, my breaths coming fast. “You’re the only one who’s ever been in there,” I managed.
“God, really, and you wanted it like this, tied up…with me?”
I nodded. “I could only imagine it with you and if you hadn’t had me tied down I might have chickened out. And let’s face it, we might not get a chance to be together again.”
“Oh baby.” He touched his lips to the shell of my ear and whispered hotly, “We will, I’m sure we will be together again, and just so you know…it’s the first time I’ve ever done this too.”
I groaned. His words made the moment even more erotic and exquisite. We’d just given each other a virginal part of ourselves. Not only that, we were still on the first stroke of the act. It was surely a sign that we were meant to be.
“I’m going to fuck you now, but gently,” he murmured. “Do you want me to touch your clit again?”
I shook my head. “No, no, I just want to feel you come inside me, in my ass, for the first time.”
A primitive growl rumbled into my ear and he began easing back. The pull of the withdrawal was blissfully hot on my ring and I whimpered as a tremor tickled over my butt cheeks.
His chest left my back and I was aware of him kneeling behind me. He wrapped his hands around my hips and held me firm as he withdrew almost out, but not quite.
I bucked back, searching for him, and he sank in again, this time faster, smoother, making me take every last inch of him until his balls were pressed up against my labia.
Moaning into the pillow, I welcomed the sharp nip of sensual pain and claimed it as pleasure. It was carnal bliss, this rock-solid filling of my rectum, and I wanted it, more of it.
He gave it to me again.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I gasped.
He froze. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No, no, oh god, please, more, don’t stop.”
He began to thrust, each one a burning delight. Liquid heat sizzled up my spine, excitement at the thought of him pulsing his load into me was awe-inspiring, and the anticipation clawed at me like a demon.
But despite the intense pleasure, I wasn’t going to come again. At his next words,
it was just as well.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he groaned.
I arched my back, tilted my hips and ground myself onto the heated stalk of his cock.
“Argh!”
“Shh,” I managed, balling my fists and curling my toes.
His tempo became faster and his thrusts sharper as he pushed past bundles of nerves that were hungry to feel his pleasure.
“Ah, yes, yes.” He collapsed forward, his cock releasing semen in a cataclysmic explosion.
Harsh groans of desperate male satisfaction flooded my ear. I let out a groan of my own at the feel of him pumping inside me. I was aware of every single twitch and drive of his cock as he filled the condom.
“Oh god, that was so un-fucking-believably awesome,” he gasped.
“Mmph.” I struggled for breath—he was big and heavy on top of me.
“Shit, sorry,” he said, lifting up.
I gulped in air. “It’s okay.”
He sat back and his cock left my tight ring with a gentle popping sensation.
Rolling over, I looked up at his flushed face. His mouth was parted and his pupils wide. He was sucking in air as though he’d just had a near-drowning experience.
“Here,” he panted, reaching up and untying me. He held my wrists, rubbing his big thumbs over the red marks as he got control of his breathing. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“I’ll be right back.” He stood from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Within a few minutes he was folding me into his arms again.
With my nether regions scorched but satisfied, I snuggled into his embrace.
I’d given him a very special part of me, the ultimate in trust. He’d given me something of him too. Not only that, we were together on a mission, a mission to save James, a mission to treasure this one precious night.
“Thank you,” he whispered onto my short patch of hair.
“For what?”
“For trusting me. You would have every right not to.”
“I trust you not to hurt me.”
“I would never hurt you, ever, not for anything.”
“So you wouldn’t actually send my fingers and toes to my father?”
