Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6 (7 page)

As promised, he never let go.

“How can I make this good for you?” she wondered.

“You already are.” He smiled against her flesh when she shuddered beneath the impact of his words, which buffeted her sensitized nerve endings. “I like making you come. A lot.”

“That’s good.” Because she was only a few seconds from shattering again from the incessant massage of his fingers within her and the slight impact of his breath on her clit.

This time he moaned loud enough to register in her sex-hazed mind when she flooded his mouth with her release. He made her believe it was true, that her gratification became his, with his unwavering enthusiasm. Time after time, he brought her to climax then helped her recover so she could experience it not only once or twice, but as often as possible.

On a couple occasions, she tried to scoot down, arranging their bodies so that he could fuck her if he wanted. He resisted, holding her still, content to bury his face in the juncture of her thighs and teach her the true meaning of gluttony.

Shari had lost count of the number of orgasms he’d given her. All she knew was that they’d done their best to make up for lost time. Her limbs had been reduced to jelly, perspiration made wisps of her hair stick to her temples, and she needed a damn break or she would spontaneously combust. “Ryan. Come here.”

She patted the pillow beside her and sighed when he wrapped her in his arms, snuggling near to her. The position left no doubt that his cock was rock solid. It nearly branded her leg with its heat and hardness.

Though she tried to reach for him, he held her too close for that. “Let me…”

“You don’t have to.”

“Ryan, I want to.” Shari mustered some determination despite her lethargy. “In fact, remember what you said before? I’m being direct. I
need
to take care of you too.”

“
C
heck that off your list
, Shari. This is all I need to be content.” Ryan nuzzled her hair, drunk on the sweet scent and the softness against his skin. “Knowing that I satisfied you is enough for tonight. Believe me, it’s not the first time I’ve gone to bed eager. It’ll make tomorrow even more spectacular.
If
that’s still what you want in the morning.”

She paused as if confused.

“Tell me whatever it is you’re thinking. We’ll figure it out,” he coached.

“Are you sure? I have no idea what I’m doing. Saying the wrong thing now would devastate me. After everything you’ve given me, the last thing I could stand is to demean you in some unintentional way.” She hugged him, nearly making him forget what they were talking about.

Nothing could be as important as the genuine emotion she demonstrated with every sizzling contact. After months of deprivation, it had him dizzy.

“I appreciate you trying to understand.” He kissed her again and again, completely addicted to the flavor of his cooking lingering on her lips. “It means a lot to me that you would try to fulfill my needs, even if you don’t really know what they are yet. Go ahead, ask me your questions.”

“Okay.” She took her time, gathering her thoughts.

Ryan couldn’t help himself. He pressed another kiss to her mouth and wished they could spend the rest of the night making out. She was too damn adorable to resist when she was putting so much effort into being perfect for him, something she already was naturally.

What a stark contrast to the past few months with Ben, who had spent every minute desperate to ignore what was right there between them. Or worse, to snuff it out instead of nurturing it.

Eventually, though, the slight yet steady pressure of Shari’s palms on his chest cut through his euphoria. She needed to talk. That was a pleasant change too.

“Sorry.” He deposited one last peck on her cheek.

Her flush and the deep breath she released promised she didn’t mind too much.

“Is this what it’s like?” She considered before elaborating, “Being a bottom, I mean? Servitude—which you clearly excel at—doesn’t seem like it would be enough to satisfy someone. When Lily took me on a tour of Gunther’s, I remember the majority of the guests really dressed up. You know, like in latex and leather and stuff. Almost to the point of theatrics. There were whole rooms of whips and chains and implements I wouldn’t even know how to name. Handcuffs. Black equipment. Moody lighting. It seemed a little over the top, I guess. I hate to say this, but…stereotypical, at least the parts I saw. There were these elaborate displays of how much pain a couple of the participants would take, like a badge of courage or something. If that’s what makes them happy, cool. It’s just that…I’m not into punishment or big productions, really. I prefer this, something personal and private. Unscripted. Feeling more than behaving according to a rigid set of rules. Unless those are things you need. I don’t want to deprive you, though it would be unnatural for me. I’ll try. I…it’s confusing.”

“Hey, slow down a minute.” Ryan cuddled with her, wishing she hadn’t lost some of that utter relaxation he’d never seen on her before he’d put his skills to the test and finally loosened her up some. “Don’t make it so complex. What are you really trying to ask?”

“Can I be enough for you? Can this? Am I doing it right?”

“Of course you are. You’re approaching things with an open mind and being honest about how what we’re doing makes you feel. Those are the only real requirements for this—or any other relationship, as far as I’m concerned. It can be anything you want. Whatever we make it and both enjoy. Subtle or not.” Ryan leaned into her touch when she stroked his shoulders. It was clear, because she hadn’t had opportunity, and also by her shy seduction attempts, that she didn’t have a ton of experience. He had to keep reminding himself that not many people had undertaken as many sexual escapades as he had. Scaring her off was not an option. “A lot of the things I fantasize about aren’t probably what you’d imagine.”

The entire time they talked, they touched. Their hands wandered everywhere, soothing and enflaming all at once. It easily surpassed the session where Mistress Lily had ordered him to jerk Ben off for the first time as the most intimate moment of his life. Because tonight he was being sincere about how he felt and what he craved. Even better, so was Shari.

Her affectionate caresses left no doubt about how much she desired him. For who and what he was. Relief softened him to her requests.

“Tell me about one of them.” Whether she knew it or not, she coerced him by using that confident tone when she made her demand.

“What if it turns you off?” He swallowed hard as a million different scenarios rushed through his mind. Some too extreme to share just yet, but a few…tempting.

She leaned down and smothered his doubts when her lips possessed his once more. There was sugar there, sure. Spice, too. Something edgier than the languorous meeting of mouths they’d shared before. “I think you’re sexy, Ryan. Even if it’s not something I’d like to try, knowing what you visualize when you’re aroused is not going to affect that. I swear.”

When he saw the way her eyes had turned sleepy and dilated, he believed her.

“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve had a lot of practice lately, dreaming of filthy things while I masturbate. One of the things that really gets me hard is…uh…being objectified. Used to bring women pleasure.”

“How?” She paused, waiting for him to elaborate. “Can you give me an example so I can picture it better?”

“Like…” It was harder than he thought to explain what made him tick. No one had ever cared enough to ask before, to really want to know. The fact that she was interested in him beyond the surface helped him focus. “Jesus. Don’t say anything to the Men in Blue or they’d kill me—”

“Hey, I’d never violate your confidence.” She bristled.

“Because it’s not really about the
who,
but just… Well, you asked for an example, and sometimes I’ve thought about this.” He angled his head first one way, then the other, trying to stretch out some of the tension there that began to steal his arousal.

Shari had excellent instincts. Her hand meandered down his torso until she cupped his cock and toyed with him. As he grew in her grasp, the only thing he could think about was his illicit desire.

“Why don’t you close your eyes and imagine it? Tell me exactly what you’re picturing,” Shari insisted.

Fuck
.

He groaned and followed her instructions.

“It sounds shallow, but I work hard to keep my body like this because it thrills me when people appreciate it. When it can bring my partners satisfaction.” He cursed as she tugged on him, rewarding his candidness. “I enjoy it when men and women look at me and think of what I could do for them in bed. And when it’s my dick they’re obsessed with, even better.”

“It
is
pretty impressive,” Shari practically purred as she massaged his cock from root to tip, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but giving her what she wanted so she’d continue to manipulate him like this forever. “I’m pretty fond of it myself.”

“Yeah?” he panted.

“Mmm hmmm. And I’ve hardly played with it at all so far. I think I need a closer look at this magnificent hard-on.” She slithered out of his reach and down his body until warm puffs of her breath on his balls made it clear her face was level with his crotch.

When she murmured praise in conjunction with her admiring massage, he nearly lost control.

“Keep going, or I’m going to think you’re not as affected by my awe as you claim to be.” Shari teased him with the barest of brushes of her lips across the head, maybe sipping the fluid that surely decorated the tip by now. He didn’t dare open his eyes against her wishes to find out, though. “Ryan, I’m waiting.”

Her schoolmarm inflection had his cock pulsing in her light grip.

“Uh… Right. It’s not vanity so much. I just like it when people assume I could please them even if—
especially
if—they talk about me like I can’t hear or don’t matter except for what I could give them. In some totally fucked up way, it makes me feel good about myself. To be wanted obsessively like that. Before any of my personality or skills or charm is factored in.” He changed his tone at that last part, hoping she knew he wasn’t totally serious. He paused. “Shit, Shari, this sounds bad.”

“No, it doesn’t,” she whispered. “You’re making me so wet. Especially your dick. I’m looking at how stiff it is. How big. Long. I can see every single vein standing out from the shaft and it’s getting darker, flushed. I bet it would feel so good inside me. This gorgeous hard-on of yours could fuck me so well. Come on, Ryan. Don’t stop now.”

She got it. Entirely.

Any doubts she might have had about her proclivity for pleasing him were utter bullshit. Usually reserved, she tapped into some hidden sex kitten side of herself and used it to blow his mind. Somehow, he had a feeling they were only getting started.

So he did as she asked and confessed, “I imagine my sister and Lucas calling it a night early at one of our friends’ gatherings. They leave. For some reason, everyone else starts to joke around about me being bi or sub or something. Ben jumps in and tells them they could never resist me if they saw me naked. That I had been enough to bend his straightness, just a little. Enough that he’d enjoyed the hell out of the times we fooled around. That he hadn’t done it because of circumstances. That no one else would have been able to deny themselves when they could have had me either. It’s like a matter of pride for him, and you, if I’m being honest.”

Hopefully she couldn’t tell his blush from the excited heat that had to be staining his skin by now.

“That’s good, Ryan. You know we would do that. We would never let anyone put you down, not even jokingly.” Shari’s grip tightened as if she were imagining protecting him. Still, the squeeze of her fingers on his shaft had him arching off the bed. “You
are
gorgeous, you know? I could never get tired of looking at you. And see how easy it was for you to get me in bed with you. How could I say no to this?”

He groaned, not only because she was working his cock so well, but also because her responses fed right into his desires.

“So what happens next?” she wondered before licking him as if his cock were the tastiest lollipop on the planet. Shari had a legendary sweet tooth.

“Ben stomps over to me and rips my clothes off, then forces me to lie down on something low and hard—maybe a coffee table—in the middle of the roomful of people. For some reason, when I think about it, I see the ladies kneeling around me ohhing and ahhing, giggling a little. The rest of their guys watch on while standing in a ring behind them. You…” He shuddered as he realized how close to his dream she was coming right now, tugging him slowly yet firmly between nibbles, as if savoring the weight of his cock in her soft hand.

“What do I do?” she asked, her voice raspy.

Could she really get turned on by his wicked desires?

“You take my dick and show it off, telling our friends that their guys aren’t half as hot as I am. You dare them to touch me all over, to lick me and use me. To see for themselves just how amazing I can make them feel. I’ll work so hard to make every one of them sure you’re the luckiest bitch in the room. To make Ben proud he changed who he is just for me. Even if it was only for a little while.”

Shari’s intake of breath washed cool air over his erection, though it did nothing to wilt it. He paused, in case she was going to say something about what he’d revealed or ask more questions, probably in regard to that last bit with Ben.

She didn’t interrupt.

So he kept going.

“The girls bet each other that they’ll be the one to break my reserve and drain me dry. They all still have their clothes on. Mostly, anyway. Maybe some are reaching inside to touch themselves. I’m definitely the only one naked and exposed, though.” He had to stop for a second to catch his breath. His hands wandered to his chest and pinched his nipples, rolling them between the pad of his thumbs and the bony side of his index fingers.

Though he easily could have surrendered and shot his load, making a mess of himself, due to the combination of his hands, Shari’s attention, and the sheer euphoria of being able to spill his guts, he held off. Just like in his fantasy, he’d never come before he was allowed. Before he’d finished the task at hand.

So he told Shari more.

“They make some of the guys hold me down so I can’t cheat by touching them. Then they start using me, all of me, to get themselves off. Some of them ride me, some of them hump my legs, sit on my face. They fight over who gets my cock next, the whole time thinking that one of them is going to set me off and they’ll win. But I look at Ben and at you and your evil smirks and the three of us know I’d never cave. I’m saving myself for you.”

“Damn, Ryan.” Shari sounded a little like she had when she’d warbled his name as she prepared to come earlier. He’d have loved to peek and see if she was touching herself too. He bet she was.

The thought made him grit his teeth to keep from taking himself in hand and finishing before they were truly done here. It would only take a few quick swipes of his fingers to seal the deal.

Shari tortured him with light, uneven strokes that had him toeing the line without passing the point of no return. Whether she knew it or not, she was a goddess in his eyes. Perfect at stringing him along enough to heighten his ecstasy.

He couldn’t believe she hadn’t punched him in the nuts yet when he considered how he was telling her about getting mauled by a bunch of women instead of some romantic interlude with her alone. Was he screwing this up?

“You know I want you, right? More than anyone else. Not just right now, in real life, but in my dream too.” He tried to gather enough brain cells to muster some coherent logic. It was tough in this state.

“It doesn’t bother me. Not the way you’re saying it. I know you don’t care so much about them as you do about demonstrating to Ben and me how lucky we are to have you.”