Breaking the Silence (23 page)

“Okay?” she asked in a husky voice, brushing her fingers over his bound hands. Will jerked his head in a nod, apparently not trusting his voice. Jenny, a tie in each hand, slid her way backward to the foot of the bed, trailing the silky fabric over his torso, making his stomach muscles clench and his erection bob sharply in response to the light touch. Jenny pulled on his left leg until his foot lay near the corner of the bed. She bound it to the footboard and then, crouching between his legs, she tied his other ankle to the opposite side before focusing on her fabulous balls-eye view.

Trailing a hand up each leg, Jenny knelt between his thighs. She traced her fingers through the blond fur on his stomach, her knuckles barely grazing his aroused cock, and she could feel goose bumps rise on his skin. Knowing that she had caused that reaction, that she was responsible for his excited shivers and the iron-hard erection that pulsed against his belly, made Jenny flush with power and her own soaking arousal. She had never tied a man up before and she found herself enthralled by the vulnerable places left exposed.

She bent her head and ran her tongue along the tender crease between his leg and groin, her hair falling across his inner thighs. Will groaned and Jenny could feel the vibration against her tongue. She licked between the base of his cock and his balls, nuzzling him with her nose, absorbing his scent and taste, the twitching of his muscles and the rumblings of the excited noises he was making—he was purring again. Jenny smiled against his skin. Cupping his balls in one hand, she rubbed her cheek against them, petting them like they were a small animal. Jenny gently lifted his scrotum and smoothed her tongue along the tight skin behind. Will’s hips left the bed, arching into her touch.

Caressing him with the flat of her tongue, Jenny slid her mouth back to the base of his balls and moved her hand away. She took him between her lips, suckling gently on the soft skin of his sac, and Will jolted against the bed. Pulling away from him with a gentle, swirling lick, Jenny raised her head to check Will’s expression. The skin was pulled taut over his features and his eyes were narrowed, almost glowing in the dim light.

“Still okay?” she asked.

Will could feel the air from her words hitting the damp skin of his crotch. “Fuck yes,” he growled. “Don’t stop.”

Jenny smiled, a small, sultry curve of her lips, and curled her fingers into his pubic hair, giving a soft tug. “Impatient boy,” she teased and bent her head to him again. She licked at the underside of his straining cock and his head snapped back, eyes squeezed shut. Her hair tumbled over his belly and groin, teasing the sensitive skin with silky brushes each time she moved. Jenny gently lifted his erection away from his belly for better access and used the tip of her tongue to trace tiny circles on the seeping head. Will’s hips pushed up eagerly, his cock trying to bury itself between her lips, but Jenny teased him with tiny licks and brushes of her hair until he was groaning, his body straining toward her.

Without warning, Jenny swallowed him, her throat muscles relaxed and welcoming. Will gasped and almost came but he clenched his fists, digging for control. He didn’t want to climax already, didn’t want this to be over—not yet. As tormenting as it was, Will didn’t want the intimate contact of Jenny’s hands and mouth on him to end.

She pulled back until her lips were closed on just the head of his cock and she played with him with her tongue. Closing a fist around the base of his erection, she slid her hand up his shaft to her lips and then down again, spreading the moisture from her mouth along his entire length. Her mouth followed her hand down until her throat muscles were massaging the head of his penis. She matched the suction of her cheeks with the gentle squeeze and release of her fist around the base.

“Stop,” Will gritted. “I’m going to come.”

Jenny pulled her mouth away and looked at him. Just her gaze made his hands flex against his bonds, his face and chest wet with sweat.

“So?” she asked, panting a little. “If you do, we just start over.” The teasing smile was back as she reached back to unfasten her bra. Her breasts, full and heavy, fell free and Jenny tossed the bra off the bed. “And over and over and over…”

She lowered her head and took him into her mouth again, sliding her lips over the head and down until her mouth was stuffed full of him and then pulled back, following her lips with her pumping hand. Will’s hands yanked against his restraints, wanting to bury his fingers in her hair and push her head down against him, but the ties held and he could only thrust his hips toward her mouth, trying to bury his cock deeper into the hot, heavenly depths of her mouth.

Will came hard, shooting bursts of semen down her throat. His body arched and twisted with each jolt of intense pleasure, over and over, until it felt like he had been coming forever, as if everything inside him had melted down and was spewing out of his cock like lava. Jenny held him in her mouth until the final shudders had passed, sucking at him gently, soothing him with her tongue. When he finally lay still, empty and spent, she crawled up to cuddle his head against her breasts.

Burrowing his face between the soft mounds, Will marveled at how quickly they had grown to know each other, that she knew this was his favorite place to be, buried so deeply in the warmth and smell and comfort of her that the intensity of his feelings hurt his heart. He rested quietly, his breathing slowing, but he fought off sleep, wanting Jenny more than he wanted unconsciousness. Nuzzling the inner curves of her breasts, he slid his tongue against her sweaty skin, the salty taste of her reviving his cock, making it swell and stiffen. He felt Jenny move against him as she giggled.

“Ready for round two?” she asked, scratching his scalp lightly with her short nails. Will nodded, his face still buried in her breasts, which made Jenny laugh softly again. Running her hands up his arms, she checked the tightness of the ties around his wrists.

“Too tight?”

Will shook his head, bumping his raspy cheeks against her soft skin. He pulled back just enough to latch onto a nipple, sucking it in and pressing it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

Jenny’s breath rushed out in a gasp as lust hit her lower belly, causing her to clamp her wet pussy muscles together. Swinging a leg over his chest, she straddled him, pressing her crotch against him and cursing her panties.

Why are they still on?
she wondered, yanking at them frantically, not wanting to separate his mouth from her nipple or his chest from her inner thighs. She felt the fabric of her thong digging into her hip before the delicate single string holding it together snapped. She lifted up just enough to pull the intrusive material from between their bodies. As her open pussy met Will’s chest, Jenny closed her eyes with a moan, her senses caught between the soft-rough hair rubbing against the wet heat between her legs and the light scoring of Will’s teeth against her nipple.

Pulling his mouth from her breast with a sucking pop, he caught the other nipple dangling above his face, drawing it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. Jenny, gasping for breath, ground her pussy against his chest, the wetness of her excitement mingling with their sweat. Sliding backward toward his stomach, she tugged her breast from Will’s mouth. With a protesting grunt, he tried to hold onto the nipple, following her movement with his head, but Jenny pulled free.

“I want to kiss you,” she gasped and his sulky expression vanished as he turned his face up to hers. Their lips met, open and hot, her lips already swollen from sucking him.

She wondered if Will tasted himself as their tongues twisted together, exploring all the hard and soft corners of each other’s mouths. Jenny tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth and Will strained up to meet her mouth but his bound hands held him back. At his frustrated growl, Jenny raised her head and a wicked smile curled her lips. Will watched her warily, breathing hard.

Wet skin against wet skin, Jenny slid down until she almost straddled Will’s hips, the damp head of his erection rubbing against her lower back. Reaching behind her as she lifted her body up, she tucked his cock between the cheeks of her ass, so the hot skin was pressed against the contracting pucker of her anus. Jenny could feel him pulse against her and she placed her hands against his chest, feeling his rib cage heave with each breath. His head was thrown back again, his eyes screwed shut, as if just looking at her would be too much for him and he would explode with his erection trapped between her ass cheeks and his body.

Tipping forward, Jenny shook her hair so that the strands brushed the erect nubs of his nipples. She felt his cock jerk against her, the wet head pushing insistently at the sensitive edge of her back entrance, and an intense need to have him inside her again, in the place where only he had been, vibrated through her like an electric jolt. A little shocked by the intensity of her desire, Jenny tucked her head down and kissed his chest with an open mouth, hiding her face with her hair. Her breasts were pressed against him, his skin burning her nipples, and his erection nudged against her tightly drawn anus.

A savage wave of lust broke over her and Jenny pressed her teeth into the hard muscle of his chest, her jaw aching with the urge to bite. Will hissed, his hips thrusting toward her, pressing against her swollen pussy, the head of his cock sliding wetly through the cleft of her ass. Impatient to have him inside her, Jenny slid off him sideways, scrambling for the drawer in the nightstand.

“No…” Will groaned as she moved away from him, cool air taking her place.

“Hang on a sec,” Jenny told him, her voice husky with need as she rummaged in the small drawer. She knew she had seen some— There they were! Jenny pounced on the elusive condoms and grabbed a wild handful, knowing that she was scattering the packets over the bed and floor and not caring. Ripping one open with her teeth, she knelt between Will’s thighs to roll it on him. As soon as she got it on, she straddled him again and guided his erection into her wet, grasping pussy. They both groaned, the sound vibrating through them, tightening their muscles. She could see the muscles bunch in his jaw when Will clenched his teeth against the incredible sensation, as if he was ready to come again from just the clinging grip of her body.

Jenny was still, gasping at the sense of fullness, of completion, like Will was the missing puzzle piece that fit perfectly into her. This was nothing like Evan’s unwanted invasion—it was a completely different act. It was not frightening or obscene, there was nothing in this to make her want to shower for hours, scrubbing at her skin until the filth of it had rubbed off. This was…right.

She began to move, sliding her body up and down on Will’s erect cock, her pussy grasping him, not wanting to let him go. She felt the power of her climax begin to build and she thrust faster, pounding her hips against his on the down stroke, squeezing him tightly on the way up. Will arched against her, meeting each plunge with his own, never taking his eyes off hers. The pressure built, emotion and sensation swirling inside her until everything crashed together in climax, her muscles tightening, rippling against Will as he exploded with her.

Dazed, Jenny collapsed against his chest. She heard Will talking, felt his words vibrating in his chest, but the sound seemed far away, impossible to hear. His tone was insistent though, nudging her back to reality.

“Jenny, baby?” He sounded so anxious, she thought. “What’s wrong? Was it too soon? Should I have done something else?”

She lifted her head from his chest and stroked his cheek with her fingertips. “Nothing’s wrong. It was perfect,” she reassured him.

His worried expression didn’t lighten. “Then why are you crying?”

Jenny touched her face and looked at her wet fingers in surprise. She hadn’t even realized that she had been crying. She wasn’t sobbing or choking with her tears, they were just leaking out, flowing down her face. “I don’t know why. Relief? Release? Because I love you?”

Emotions flashed across Will’s face, too fast to read. “Untie me,” he commanded, yanking at the ties around his wrist.

Jenny gave a startled laugh—she had forgotten. She scooted up by his head and tugged at the bindings.

“Stop pulling,” she scolded. Once he relaxed his arms, the knots came out easily and he helped her undo the ties at his ankles. As soon as he was free, Will tossed the ties away from him and wrapped his arms around Jenny, who squeaked at the tight hug. They tumbled down onto the bed, entwined so closely that Jenny could see the striations in the irises of his eyes.

“Move in with me,” he ordered roughly.

“I think I already have.” Jenny tried to repress a smile. He was being so
serious
.

He frowned at her. “I mean permanently.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

“Marry me.” He positively
growled
this command.

“Shit, really?”
Oops
, Jenny thought. That definitely was not the correct response according to
A Nice Girl’s Guide to Responding to Marriage Proposals
. Although even the nicest girl would have been shocked into profanity at being proposed to after only knowing the guy for—what, a month?

Will just looked at her, tensing in preparation of rejection.

“Oh what the hell. Okay!” She knew that it was crazy and that everything had happened
way
too quickly but Jenny could see herself with this man—sleeping with him every night, coming home from work and telling him about her day, loving him forever—and the idea of not being with him was so depressing that she couldn’t even consider it.