Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (21 page)

“I don’t care. I trust you.” She spread her legs and grabbed him, pulling him forward, wrapping her legs around his hips and drawing him in. Yes, he was a good eight inches, at least, and his cock jutted forward, homing in on the target.

He grabbed her, both of them letting out moans as she reached between her legs and grabbed his cock, guiding him in until his full length was buried inside her. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, sure she wouldn’t come this time because she never had before, not like this.

His deep groan echoed through her, to the soles of her feet, through her clit, winding through her brain. Behind him she hooked her feet together, crossed at the ankles, keeping him there and wanting him deep inside her.

Then he did something that startled her. He reached between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, where they started rubbing. A cry escaped her, her eyes clamping shut as his hand sped up.

In her ear he whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

A spasm swept through her pussy, not an orgasm, but she realized that between the delicious feel of his cock buried inside her, and his fingers on her clit, she was very close to the edge.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice sounding increasingly hoarse and strained, as if he struggled to hold back. “Let me feel you come. This weekend I own you like this, and I’m going to show you how good it can be.”

Of their own accord her hips began rocking, back and forth, against his cock and fingers, the tingle quickly swelling into a bubble of need she thought might kill her if it didn’t pop, and soon. She held on, her arms around him, hands clutching at his shoulders, until she let out a cry. The bubble burst, her cunt clamping down on his cock, his fingers moving faster.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “You can’t lie to me. I feel you coming. You better get used to it, because you’re going to be doing a lot of it this weekend.”

Another round hit her, even harder than the first. It didn’t begin to compare to the vibrator, feeling much deeper and more intense than anything she ever remembered feeling before.

He shoved his hips forward, pressing even deeper, not relenting, fingers never stopping. “Such a good girl,” he said. “Look at how hard you’re coming for me.”

She never wanted it to stop. She’d always scoffed a little at how the books she read described orgasms, because she’d never felt one that intense before. Nice, sure.

Mind blowing?

Not hardly.

Wrong…

It felt like the whole world had disappeared, and all that existed was the sound of his voice in her ear, the feel of his fingers on her clit, and her pussy deliciously impaled on his cock. After another forever, he pulled his fingers away and grabbed her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded his cock into her. His mouth crushed hers and with his pelvis hitting her swollen and throbbing clit with every thrust, she felt herself come one more time.

Now
I get it.

She understood. Had it really taken her this long to find a guy she was compatible with in bed? Apparently so. Had she known it could feel
this
good, she might have tried a little harder years ago.

Then again, I wouldn’t have found Bill.

He lifted his head, a playful smile on his face, his pace never slowing. “You just came for me again, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He let out a groan as he climaxed. Then he took several more hard, deep thrusts before falling still. She closed her eyes again and rested her head against his chest, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

Then she laughed.

He kissed the top of her head again. “What’s so funny, sweetheart?”

“I just got nailed on my boss’ kitchen counter.” She snickered. “I don’t think I’ll tell him about this.”

He made her look at him, his cock softening but still buried inside her. “Sorry. I meant for our first time to be a lot more romantic than this.”

She draped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. “It’s okay, Sir. I think this might have been better.”

His cock hardened inside her again as his grin widened. “Dammit, I’m telling you I get hard when you say that.”

“Then maybe, Sir, I’ll spend a lot of time saying it this weekend.”

He shoved his cock deeper inside her well-fucked cunt. “Then prepare to spend the weekend with my cock buried inside you.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

“So much for me taking my time.” He slowly fucked her this time. Every stroke built her desire more. “I don’t think I’ve felt this horny since I was a teenager.”

She nibbled the side of his throat, working her way to his ear. “Maybe you’ll have to tie me up, Sir, to keep me from wearing you out.”

“Goddamn!” His hips jackhammered into her. “I can’t hold on, baby.”

She nipped his earlobe, making him groan again. As he fell still once more, he let out a laugh. “Sorry I couldn’t hold on that time.”

She squirmed against him, realizing she’d made a tactical error. “Sorry, Sir.”

“No, don’t be sorry.” He reached between them and found her clit once more. “I’ll just make you pay for that.” He played with her clit, teasing and tormenting her. He kissed her, rolling her clit between his fingers until she finally let out a cry that he swallowed with their kiss.

Only when he was convinced he’d gotten her over did he lift his mouth from hers. “Better, sweetheart?”

She nodded, trying to catch her breath. She felt like she’d just run a marathon. “Yes, Sir.”

Stepping back, he kicked off his shoes and socks and shoved his jeans and briefs down and off. Then he scooped her into his arms and headed for the bedroom. “Now it’s time for round two.”

Bill wanted to get her to bed, tie her up, and take his time with her. He felt a little bad that he hadn’t been able to control himself, but apparently she didn’t have a problem with it. Not if how hard he made her come was any indication.

After gently laying her on the bed he pulled the blinds shut, which left the room dimly lit. He strongly suspected her issue was her scars, fear of his reaction to them, maybe even more than a touch of self-loathing involved.

He didn’t care. If she wanted the lights off, they’d be off. Hell, he’d make love to her while he wore a blindfold, if that was what she wanted.

One day he would work on that issue with her, if she’d let him.

If they made it that long.

Right now, he was hoping they made it for the rest of their lives.

One step at a time.

Outside, a flash of lightning snuck around the edges of the blinds, followed by a loud crack of thunder.

He smiled down at her as he pulled his shirt off. “I think that’s a good omen.”

“How?”

“Remember the night at the mall?” He reached for his bag of rope and set it on the bed.

“Maybe that’s a bad omen, then.”

“Nope.” He heard the wind pick up as one of the rain bands started to pass through. “I take it as a good omen.” He knelt on the bed, staring down at her. “Arms, sweetheart.”

“Do you want me to take my shirt off?”

Her tone of voice told him all he needed to know. “That’s up to you. I can tell you’re sensitive about it. We’re here to have fun this weekend.”

He watched her throat work as she swallowed, a nervous tell, he’d noticed. After a moment, she pulled her shirt off and dropped it over the side of the bed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and in the dim light he made out the swell of her breasts, her taut nipples peaked and inviting.

He sat next to her and gently took her wrists in his hands and raised her arms over her head, leaning forward to gather and pin her wrists with one hand. This left her breasts within reach of his mouth. He took the left one into his mouth, gently sucking on her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, enjoying the wordless gasps she made.

When she was squirming on the bed, he released that nipple and leaned over to repeat the treatment with the right one. Her breath quickened, every sound she made sending blood back to his cock and getting him hard again.

Had Ella ever done this to him? Yes, a long time ago, especially in the beginning. They’d always had a good and active sex life, but he’d been single almost as long as he’d been with her.

This felt like more than just the first time with Gabe. It felt like the first time
ever
, all over again.

Back and forth he went between her breasts, enjoying the sweet torment she was obviously going through, the way she sometimes tried to pull her arms free, not fighting him, just forgetting he was going to keep her where and how he wanted her, almost melting under his mouth every time he had to tighten his grip on her wrists.

Eventually he lifted his head from her breasts. “I mean it,” he softly said. “This weekend, you belong to me. You can always code, no matter what. But unless you code, I’m in control. Okay?”

In the dim light and full of passion, her brown eyes looked black.

She nodded.

“You have to say it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His cock ached, screaming to be buried inside her again.

But not yet. He’d gotten two out of his system in record time for him. He would savor the next one now that the initial frenzy had been satiated.

“I want you to say the whole thing.”

She blinked.

“I want you to ask me for it,” he clarified. “Or code. Either way.”

One little step at a time.

She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I want to belong to you this weekend, Sir. I want you to be in control.”

His heart swelled. “Such a good girl to ask me to take charge.” He leaned in and kissed her, enjoying how she raised her head to meet him, her need washing off her in sweet waves.

He shifted his position, stretching out over her, his body pressing her into the mattress, his hands still pinning her arms over her head. “I’m going to tie you up this weekend and work you into a frenzy. I’m going to make you beg me to fuck you, to let you suck my cock, to make you come. And then I’m going to make you come so hard and so much you’re going to beg me to stop. I meant it when I said it. I might not be a sadist into giving pain, but I definitely want to see that glazed look on your face, the one that says you know I belong to you, and you’re going to beg me to take everything I want to give you.”

He felt her breathing speed up a little as she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He spread his legs, forcing hers apart, his cock rubbing against her clit but making no move to fuck her. She was wet and ready, from her own juices and the two loads of his cum he’d emptied into her. “Do you enjoy giving head, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“Answer me. No is always acceptable.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good.” He sat up. “Stay right there.” He let go of her hands and reached into the bag, where he quickly found his handcuffs. He snapped them around her wrists. “Don’t move.” He gave her a kiss and climbed out of bed.

Stepping into the bathroom, he didn’t turn on the light as he used a washcloth to quickly wipe down. Maybe once they’d ironed out a few more boundaries he’d make her suck him clean, but he didn’t want to push too hard without having conversations first.

A flash of memory came to mind, of Ella handcuffed, naked and kneeling before him after having just bent her over the bed and fucking her brains out, begging him to let her suck his cock clean.

He closed his eyes and shoved that memory away despite the way his cock throbbed again.

He returned to the bedroom, Gabe’s gaze following as he came back and grabbed her legs, pulling her farther down the bed. Then he straddled her, his cock inches from her lips. “Start asking, sweetheart.”

“Please let me suck your cock, Sir.” Her mouth opened wide.

Daaammnn…
He felt his balls draw up tight, nearly shooting his load right then. Pre-cum pearled at the slit, threatening to drip onto her chin. He braced himself against the headboard and lowered the tip of his cock just to where she could reach it if she pursed her lips. The tip of her tongue swiped along the slit, eagerly trying to get more of him into her mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered.

* * * *

Gabe felt nearly frantic with need. She’d worried that maybe she would panic if he restrained her, but knowing he’d immediately stop and trusting him, it completely erased all those fears. If anything, knowing he would do what he wanted to her, and knowing she’d enjoy it, had only served to amp up her desire even more.

He wouldn’t let her suck his entire cock into her mouth, even when she tried lifting her head to reach. Then he grabbed her ponytail and slid her hair under his knee, pinning her that way and keeping her head immobile, now unable to do anything but lie there and wait on him to make his move.

She looked up in the dim light to find him smiling down at her, now understanding
that
smile he had would be her total undoing every damn time.