Bound to Ignite (South Jersey Bound Series) (5 page)

He stroked her hair. Her sniffles were fewer now and her breath, deeper and more even. He wanted her in his life and, when she had shared her fantasy, he’d thought she had finally come to understand how good they would be together. The realization she simply wanted him for the night had disappointed him.

He’d improvised and used some of that disappointment to create the “scene” she told him she needed. Honestly, his frustration had been real, but now, not a scrap of negative feeling remained. They were as connected as two people could be—outside of sex, at least.

She couldn’t
still
mean to walk away now, could she? Reflexively, he tightened his arms.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

She giggled. Relief tingled in his neck.

“I take that to mean you are okay?”

She giggled harder, muttering, “Yes, sir” into his shirt.

Well, then. He was still sir. That had to be good.

He maneuvered one hand free and cleared the last clumps of tangled hair from her face. Her large gray eyes stared up at him with complete trust and something more. She shifted in his lap and her ass brushed against the carpet.

“Ooooo!”
She winced, arching over his legs and laughing. “I’m so sorry…I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“But I can’t get enough.”

Increased blood-to-junk rush. “Oh, you’ll get enough.”

She sighed and settled back into his lap, fondling his shirt buttons.

“Eric?” Uncertainty filled her voice.

“Um hum?” He caught the scent of her musky juice. What was that Phillies line up?

“I, ah, don’t think I can lie down just yet, but…” She curled up her lip in a shy, inviting smile.

“Again, you don’t have to be embarrassed when you are with me.”

He’d say it a thousand times if he had to, as many time as she needed to understand nothing she revealed would change how he felt.

“I’m not embarrassed,” she whispered. “It’s just that I want you so badly.”

He stared down into the dark, unfocused blur of her body. Part of him could hardly believe this was Jillian lying in his arms, Jillian offering him her body and her darkest secrets in complete trust.

“Let’s see how much you want me.”

He dropped his fingers between her legs. Her wetness covered his hand. Her legs fell wider and her soft, moist folds soothed his palm’s heat and ache.

His damn dick couldn’t get any harder. His balls were tight against his body and aching like the devil. Fuck it all, he was ready. He’d waited so damn long…years…

“Eric, please let me suck your cock,” she panted.

He stopped breathing.

She grasped his hand. One by one she took each finger into her mouth, sucking and licking. Her mouth felt like a cold beer on a hot summer day. She appeared to be making a case for her skill.

She held his palm to her breast. Through the thin cotton, he could feel her nipple’s hard extension. He brushed it with his thumb. Her soft moan, mewed across his slick finger, was almost the final straw.

…
almost
, but not quite.

He pulled his finger from her lips and cupped her face. Tenderly, he kissed the softness of her parted lips. Her tongue swirled around his, stoking his lust.

Peaches…
Ha! She tasted better than summer fruit. He wanted to flood every sense she had—taste, smell, touch, sound, and sight—until she gasped and moaned with needs only his cock could satisfy.

He worked her mouth more urgently, more deeply. He probed with his kisses, grazing her lips with his teeth. He tilted her head until her jaw opened wide and still he ground down in intimate challenge.

The harder he kissed, the closer she strained.

His cock throbbed and twitched in his jeans, but he wasn’t ready to take her up on her offer.
Not yet
. First, he’d make her drunk with urgency. He wanted her to beg, not ask sweetly, for his cock. He didn’t stop kissing her until she went limp in his arms.

He ran a knuckle down her cheek.

“You’ve been a very good girl,” he said, breathless, “but I set the pace, remember?”

She blushed and nodded. Playing master felt natural, right. He bent and kissed her forehead, pleased by the way her eyes stayed closed and her face relaxed with trust.

He could have her, take her, in any way he wanted. “Take off your dress.”

She held his gaze as she rose to her knees. She had to wiggle a little to get her dress up. Her breasts swayed freely, seductively as she pulled the dress off over her head.

Jillian. Naked
.

He swallowed
.

They’d skinny-dipped as teens, but the dark night had concealed everything he craved, and he had been, then, too shy to ask. He was not shy anymore.

He drank his fill of her body…from mussed hair to the pink panties still binding her thighs. Her tits were small but in perfect form. Her taut nipples tilted slightly upward. Hers were nipples formed to be touched, suckled. He wanted her to arch so he could see them even better.

He sat up on his shins, matching her kneel. He took both of her arms and pinned them at the small of her back. He tugged downward on her wrists, forcing her breasts out and up while his pulse drummed, slow but building, at his throat’s base.

Yes. His Jillie.
His.
Now. Forever.

He wet the skin at her neck’s lower curve with a soft, lingering kiss while kneading her breast. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling it like candy. Her moans betrayed her growing frustration…a sound he could enjoy all night.

He sucked, nipped, and teased, knowing she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, do a thing to stop him.

****

She groaned and shivered, suspended in the bliss his touch created. While a part of her longed for another sweet release, an even bigger part of her simply wanted his cock in her mouth.

Since when did I get so slutty?

His teeth grazed her nipple. Her pussy clenched. She threw her head back and cried out, fierce and guttural.

He spread his lips, smiling against her skin. He ran his tongue one last time over the tip of her throbbing nipple before releasing her from his delightful torture. He nudged her panties down to where her knees met the floor, and then stood, placing his foot between her legs and over the fabric of her panties’ crotch.

“Time for a change in venue.” He offered her his hand.

His gaze burned against her cheeks as she stood less gracefully than she intended. His foot ensured her underwear remained on the floor. He was fully clothed, and she, completely naked. She liked the way her nakedness made her feel open and vulnerable.

She grasped his warm fingers and allowed him to lead her up the spiral stairs to the balcony. She examined the way his ass filled out his jeans and smiled.

She stepped onto the landing as he flung open his door. Hesitantly, she peered inside his private domain. His old
-fashioned brass bed was topped with a plain black comforter. He had two end tables, and a small dresser with a mirror. The effect was spartan and definitely male, but soothing in its lack of pretense.

And…his room was both neat and clean.
He cares for what is his and, tonight, I am his.
Excitement and anticipation danced on her skin.

Still holding her with one hand, he led her to the bedside table, opened a drawer and produced a crumpled tie.

“It’s got a few snags, so I don’t wear it anymore. But, recycling is a virtue, no?” He wiggled his eyebrows before sliding the drawer shut with his knee and pivoting in search. “Now…where?”

Her knees weakened with just the thought of being tied and she almost sank to the floor. She glanced to the straight brass bars framing his bed.

“The footboard?” she suggested.

He tilted his head, grinned and yanked her to his side. He clutched her aching ass and she yelped. She lurched toward him, feeling his stiff cock against her belly.

“You’re fantastic,” he murmured, before bending her back until her knees buckled. She clung to his neck as he kissed her so deeply, she couldn’t breathe.

Pain and pleasure—need and desire—melded into one. She craved his dick with a need so fierce she could barely swallow. She reveled in her nakedness, ready to serve in any capacity.

He told her to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed, facing away from the footboard. She did, placing her wrists behind her back. He kissed the top of her head and went to work.

Silk caressed her skin as he wove the tie around and between her wrists. His tie was the only thing touching her but for the softness of the carpet beneath her shins. Like an instrument ready to be played, her body curved into a sensuous bow when he fastened her bound wrists to the base of the footboard.

“Pull, Jillian. I want to see how much you can move.”

She wiggled her hands. To her surprise, she could barely move at all. She yanked harder, feeling her breasts swing.

“I can’t get out.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” she said, unable to hide a smile.

He raised his brows and puckered his lips. She flinched as he flicked her thigh with his forefinger.

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

Again, he had her exactly where she longed to be: part curious, part nervous, and fully fucking aroused.

“Now, what were you begging to do earlier…?”

As he unbuckled his belt, she stopped hearing him speak. She heard, instead, the clink of his belt’s metal and the scraping sound of taut leather. Fleetingly, she imagined his belt snapping against her ass. She quivered between her legs. Quickly, she regained her focus. This time was going to be all about him.

Tonight, she was, at last, alive with raw desire. She wanted his cock everywhere—she wanted to take him in every way possible. Even then, she wasn’t sure it would be enough.

He thrust his pelvis forward as he raised his arms to remove his shirt. His bulge stopped within inches of her mouth. She sucked in her bottom lip and bit, almost writhing with impatience.

He cast his shirt aside and smiled. “Eager little thing, aren’t you? I never would have guessed.”

She narrowed her eyes and strained toward him as far as her binds would allow. “Bull. You always knew I was hot for you.”

He laughed. “I
might
have guessed. I
might
have even hoped. But I never knew for certain. And, your sass is gonna cost you later. That is, unless you work your mouth hard enough to make me forget.”

He placed a finger into her mouth. She sucked and shuddered.

“Patience, Jillie. Wait for the real thing.” He tugged off his jeans and boxers and flung them both to his side.

“All yours,” he said, smirking.

His stiff, bulging cock jutted out, gently bouncing. His musky male scent left her heady and warm. She stretched her bindings until her fingers tingled and reverently rubbed her cheek against his member’s soft skin. His body convulsed and he groaned, thrusting his groin toward her mouth. She parted her lips and took in his cock’s head. Closing her eyes, she sucked.

Feeling sexual and naughty, she pushed her lips down, licking figure eights on the bottom of his shaft as she took him almost to the back of her throat. Then, she slid the firm ring of her lips backward.

He was just the right size for her mouth: not so big her jaw would lock, but big enough to make her work for it. Again and again she repeated the gyration, freeing her mind and relaxing her jaw. She read his pleasure in his hips small, involuntary jerks.

She was tied to his bed, ass burning with his punishment, but filled with goddess-like ecstasy. She possessed all the power she could ever desire…the power to make him frantic with yearning, the power to seize his lust and become the sole focus of his attention.

She opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue, pretending to release him. His displeased growl sent a shivering thrill through her legs. She arched upward, brushing her tingling nipples against his thighs. The silken pull of her bindings reminded her not to seek too much of her own pleasure. As if to emphasize the point, his hand cradled the back of her head and forced her to stay put.

She lowered her lashes and licked around his bulb’s edge, then, she grazed her teeth, ever so lightly, over his head.

He rasped, hoarse and impassioned. His pleasure became her ecstasy, transforming a standard cock-sucking into something more like a ritual.

She ran her tongue down his shaft toward its base. She inhaled before darting her tongue up and down his balls. The skin of his sack supplied a new and odd sensation—rough and malleable—but the guttural noises he made spurred her to more explicit exploration. She sucked, swishing her tongue in every direction. Before she lost breath, she shimmied her way back to the tip, inhaled and took him full into her mouth.

She pumped him in and out, faster and faster until he was bent and gasping.