Can't Touch This (27 page)

Removing her foot, she commanded. “Sit up.”

I did.

“Come closer.”

I shifted to my knees and inched toward her. My mouth came in direct contact with her lower belly. I couldn’t help myself. I pressed a swift kiss there, wishing so fucking much I could kiss her lower.

She moaned but didn’t slip from character.

“Seeing as you’re behaving, let’s try something harder.”

I waited.

And waited.

When I didn’t think I could wait anymore, she commanded, “Remove my trousers.”

Thank, sweet baby Jesus.

My fingers trembled as I looked up, locked eyes, and slowly undid the button and zipper. Once the slacks flared around her hips, I sat taller and grabbed the sides.

Inch by inch, I slid them down creamy, long legs until they pooled on the floor and she stepped elegantly out of them. Shedding the grey cardigan, her nipples had taken over the plain black shirt with excellent decoration.

Standing there in ivory knickers and black top, she’d never looked more bloody beautiful.

My mouth watered.

I swallowed my groan.

And waited.

Vesper never looked away. Her hand landed on my head, tucking unruly hair behind my ear and making my entire body go slack with bliss.

I grunted as she tugged the same strands she’d just petted. “Are you having dirty thoughts about me? Are you perhaps wishing you weren’t so obedient?”

Fuck, yes.

“So quiet all of a sudden. I wonder…” She dropped to her knees, matching me and bringing her eyes once again below mine.

Everything shot into passion. I fought every muscle that wanted to grab and maul her.

“Let’s see if this will make you speak.” Her hand left my head, trailed down my throat, over the collar and down, down my belly. Reaching the waistband of my jeans, she undid them like I’d done hers and inserted her hand into my boxer-briefs.

I groaned loudly as she wrapped tiny, tight fingers around my cock. “I think this is misbehaving, don’t you?”

I didn’t know what she wanted. So I did nothing. I just relished in the squeeze and fondle of her hand, knowing I was seconds away from embarrassing myself if she continued to touch me.

Reaching further, she cupped my balls. It felt so goddamn good it was painful. “You’re being a very good boy now, Ry. I think you deserve a reward.”

Before I could stop her, she bent over and inserted my cock into her mouth.

I seized.
“Je-sus.”

Her teeth weren’t sheathed as she took my length, her nose hitting my jeans zipper. This time, I couldn’t override instinct and my hands landed on her hair. I didn’t push her harder into my crotch but I did loop the long blonde strands through my fingers and went with her, up and down, swirl and around.

My thighs bellowed to recline. To pull her away and flip her over to find yet another part of her that was wet and warm. But she was still in charge. She hadn’t given me the right to take over. Not yet. So I gritted my teeth and rode through the best goddamn blow job I’d ever received.

When gritting my teeth threatened to crack said teeth and pre-quake ripples from balls to shaft warned I was moments from coming, I tugged gently on her hair. “If you want me to remain a good boy, I…suggest…you move…your—”

I couldn’t finish.

How the hell was I supposed to talk when this woman I’d fallen for had her lips around my dick?

And yes, I admitted it.

I’d fallen for her. I’d fallen so fast and so fucking hard, I was a broken bone heap at the bottom of whatever love cliff I’d been pushed off. Maybe that was why every touch, every lick, every swipe of her incredible tongue felt so much better than any before her.

Maybe it was the connection binding us together. Or perhaps it was the deeper knowledge that somehow, some way, I suspected she felt the same way I did.

Her teeth teased me as she sucked harder.

My head flopped backward. “Shit, Ves. I’m gonna—I’m gonna…”

Yes, I’m—

But then, she stopped.

The little wrench pulled her mouth away and left me hanging. For a second, it could’ve gone either way. I could’ve come just from the cool air replacing her hot mouth and the residual memory of pleasure.

But then her voice interrupted my orgasm haze.

“If you’re naughty and come, you won’t be allowed inside me tonight.”

My eyes ripped open as I did my best to clamp down the goods and force away the epic explosion so damn close to detonating. My body jerked as one lone little spurt ruined me, seeping like milky sin from my crown.

Fuck.

She tutted even as her eyes glowed. “Well, that was naughty.” She waited for me to continue coming but I used every trick I had in my arsenal and stopped it. It couldn’t be healthy to be in the throes of release and then have to claw it back. One little clench was worse than none at all because my body was ready to jettison whatever load she’d conjured. And now it was blocked up, throbbing and so damn incessant I could barely breathe.

“Fuck, woman,” I grunted. “I’ll get you back for that.”

Her lips twitched. “You’ll try. You were able to stop mid-orgasm. I’m impressed. In that case, another reward is in order.” Her finger swiped out and scooped up the tiny droplet of cum she’d wrenched from me. Not breaking eye contact, she placed her finger into her mouth.

And fuck me if I didn’t almost blow right there and then.

“Goddammit, Vesper.”

She tugged on the leash. “No talking.” Standing, she pulled again. “Heel, there’s a good boy.” Although moving while in this state was excruciating and every motion begged me to finish what she’d started, I obeyed.

I crawled beside her, trembling with lust.

My cock remained standing to attention while my jeans lay open around my waist. But I didn’t move to pull them off. After all, she hadn’t told me to or given permission.

She obviously wanted me this way.

And shit if that didn’t make me even hotter.

Christ, I need to come.

Reaching the bed, Vesper unbuckled the leash from my collar and tossed the fabric over the back of my neck. Holding the two ends like reins, she slowly sat onto the mattress, spreading her legs shamelessly before me.

“Now, we’re going to see just how good you can be.”

Oh, sweet baby mother of God.

My eyes locked onto her ivory panty covered pussy. I basically panted like the dog I pretended to be, looking at her like a prized kill.

“Remove my knickers.” Her voice turned breathy and low.

My hands had given up trembling for full on shaking as I hooked my fingers around the sides and tugged. She balanced herself using the leash around my neck, arching her hips off the bed.

The moment I saw her naked, a feral groan echoed in my chest. “Goddammit, you’re gorgeous. The most gorgeous, wet, so fucking—”

Her hands jerked the leash. “No talking. Your mouth has much more important work to do.”

Fuuuuck.

This was the best idea I’d ever had in my goddamn life. If she wanted to control every sexy time we had from now on, I would not complain. I looked up hoping to hell she was getting off on this as much as I was.

I didn’t have to worry.

Her cheeks were flush, her eyes wild, and the damp spot she’d already left on my bed proved that she liked bossing me around as much as she liked me shoving her to the ground and taking what I wanted.

My body demanded I dive into her, to spear my tongue inside her.

But I waited.

Because I was a good boy.

And she was my hot as sin mistress.

Stroking under my chin, she whispered, “Do you want to lick me?”

I swallowed hard.

I nodded.

“Do you want to give me pleasure like a good boy?”

I pursed my lips together to stop the profanity filled begging.

I nodded again.

“In that case, obedient Ry, get to work.” Her legs spread even more; a welcome invitation for me to slide forward on my knees and wedge myself against the bed. My cock touched the soft sheets, and I pressed hard against it as I grabbed her hips, and yanked her pussy to my mouth.

I wasn’t gentle.

She hadn’t told me to be gentle.

The instant her taste exploded on my tongue, I lost it.

Lost it, lost it,
lost it.

I fucked her with my tongue.

I bit her clit.

I sucked her flesh.

I stole every wetness she gave me.

I turned wild.

And through it all, she held on with the reins around my neck, jerking me forward if I pulled away, manhandling me to eat her harder, faster, deeper.

“God, yes. Yes!” She writhed on the bed, her legs trembling around my head. “More.”

I growled around her clit. “More what?”

“More tongue!” Her yelp as I fucked her as deep as I could with the part of me she demanded made me struggle through another orgasm wave.

As her heels jammed on the mattress, arching her body into my mouth, I added fingers to my tongue and stretched her wide. The way her pussy clenched around my digits made me black out from delirium.

“Ryder, hell yes.”

There was nothing calm and collected about this. It was noisy, wet, sexy as fuck, and almost demented at how frenzied we became.

I gave her everything I was. And when her inner muscles clenched around my tongue and her whimpers turned to breathless screams, she let go of the leash, yelling, “I’m yours. You’re in charge. Do whatever you want.”

Her reward was ten times better than I imagined.

Ripping my mouth from her pussy, I stood up, grabbed the baby blue collar from the sheets and fisted her wrists. With trembling hands, I pinioned them together. Every dirty thing I’d wanted to say to her spilled out as I trembled and shook and prepared to take this woman so bloody deep and hard we’d both be bruised tomorrow.

“Goddammit, you’re a tease, Ves.” I secured her wrists tight. “See what you’ve done to me. You’ve ruined me. Goddamn ruined me for anyone else.”

Her eyes fell to my cock.

I didn’t have the patience to rip off her blouse or remove my jeans. Clothing was forgotten as I pushed down my boxer-briefs to mid-thigh and once again grabbed her hips. “You’re going to be ridden now, you naughty, filthy girl. Ridden so damn deep, you’ll taste me inside you for days.”

“Yes!”

Her body draped over the edge of the bed while I stood up. I could throw her higher up the mattress; I could flip her to take her doggy, but tonight I felt like something new.

Hoisting her hips into my arms, I angled her pussy until it touched the top of my cock. I held her there, my knees wedged against the side of the bed, my hips poised to thrust.

Her body was all sleek angles and shadows as her hands remained above her head.

“Are you ready to be fucked by this very obedient but entirely out of patience man?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Are you ready to come for me, scream for me, promise you’ll forever be mine?”

She threw her head back. “Yes! I promise.”

“In that case—” I thrust forward. My cock entered her in one swift erotic impale. One second cold air around me, the next hot, hot Vesper. Her inner muscles seized, fighting me and welcoming me at the same time. “—you can have me.”

WORDS.

Who cared about words?

I certainly didn’t when Ryder pounded into me.

And I used the word pounded because that was
exactly
what he did.

His cock pounded.

His passion pounded.

Everything between us unsaid and known
pounded.

Again and again and again.

The bed rocked as he fucked me.

The mattress creaked as he made love to me.

And through it all, all I could think about was how much he meant to me after such a short amount of time. How this level of attraction and lust and togetherness wasn’t common and was worth so much more than what we originally thought.

“Fuck, Vesper. I need to come so bad.” Ryder hoisted my hips higher until the only contact I had were my shoulder blades on the bed and his hands holding me in position for his cock. He never stopped riding me just like he promised. In and out. Down and up. Driving me mad, mad,
mad.

The orgasm he’d almost given me with his tongue detonated back into business.

“Come, I want to. I’ll be with you.”

The sparkling warning made me gasp and tense.

He growled, “Are you…can I?”

Through my sex-addled fog, I knew what he wanted to know. “Yes, the pill kicked in yesterday. I’m protected.”

“Thank fuck because the rumours of me being your cousin are already all around town.”

The naughtiness of yet another taboo added more gasoline to our rabid raging fire.

Ryder fell on top of me, his hips pistoning as he yanked my legs up, holding them against my chest as he ploughed me into the mattress.

The way he bent my body added a brand new element of wrongness. I curled under his pressure, making me tighter and him so, so big.

“Hell, I’m gonna—” His face twisted as the loudest groan exploded from his chest. His body jerked and jived as he took me again and again.

The first splash of his release set me off.

I shattered.

Violently and completely.

The release that’d lived in my clit the moment he’d put the collar around his neck erupted and I’d never felt anything as breath-taking or life changing in my entire existence.

By the time we returned to our bodies and not floating in sensual subspace, Ryder unbuckled the collar from around my wrists and I corralled my floppy hands to remove the one from around his throat.

The moment we were restraint free, we tumbled together, breathing hard.

Spooning me from behind, Ryder pulled my overheated tingling body into his front, slotting his cock still slippery from me against my ass cheeks.

We were sticky and gross but we made no move to leave.

I stilled as his arms wrapped right around me, hugging me hard. We didn’t say a word but once the hug ended, he murmured, “You know, don’t you?”

That you’re falling for me?

That you like me more than you should
?

I snuggled into him. “I think so.”

Another minute passed.

I whispered, “And you know, too?”

That I’m falling for you.

That I like you far more than I should
.

His arms tightened, repeating what I’d said, “I think so.”

I whispered, “Does that scare you?”

“Fucking terrifies.”

“What do we do?”

He sighed, taking his sweet time to reply. “We just let go, fall, and hope to God we land in the same place.”

Silence fell.

Thoughts turned heavy.

But the fear turned to acceptance, knowing we were both in the same sinking love boat.

That was all there was to it.

We would drown or float together.

Tapping my hip, Ryder sat up and helped hoist me from the rumbled bed. “Come on, best friend in the world. Up.”

My hair tumbled around me as I stood on wobbly legs. “After what we just did, I better be more than just your friend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“The
best
girlfriend.”

He grinned. “Best, only, forever.”

My heart hopped like a damn bunny rabbit.

His hand looped around mine. “Come on.”

“Where are you taking me?” I yawned. “After sex like that, I need to sleep. Especially as I have work in the morning and I’m currently brain dead.” I laughed softly, looking at the ripped open bag and its collar contents. “I’ll never look at dog or cat toys the same again.”

Chuckling, he scooped up the pussy tickler with its feather and ribbons. “We didn’t get to play with this one.”

“There’s always next time.”

Kissing my forehead, he grinned. “You’re right. Plenty more games afoot.” Squeezing my fingers, he guided me forward. “And that is why we’re taking a shower. I’m going to massage away the long day you’ve had, and then you’re falling asleep in my bed where I can watch over you.”

“By watch over, you mean keep me prisoner, right?”

“Hey, girlfriend…prisoner. I thought they were one and the same.”

I laughed, following him into the bathroom. “In that case, I think I’d agree to being your prisoner if it meant I was subjected to more of your singular brand of punishment.”

Turning on the spray and helping me into an old claw foot bath where old tiles had already been chipped off the walls in preparation for new ones, Ryder kissed me as water rained over our heads. “Vesper, if keeping you prisoner was the only way I could keep you, you’d be my slave for life.”

And that was how my dreams consisted of Ryder Carson being my master and me his willing little sex slave all night.

It was a good dream.

A great dream.

And I added it to the games we could play in the future.

Because we would have a future.

A long one.

I was sure of it.