Twisted Up (19 page)

That he kept at it, kept at her, kept her wet and hungry and so needy for him when he did this, kept her on the cusp of orgasm, didn’t hurt.

“Should I start on your other leg?” he asked, nipping at her ass cheek.

“You should get naked and have sex with me.” But truth be told, they both knew how much she loved being naked while he was still in his jeans and boots. Something about the rough-and-tumble way he looked and the scratch of the denim against her smooth skin.

“Point taken.”

And he was gone, down at the foot of the bed, lightly tickling her foot with his tongue. Ella groaned and dropped her face into the pillow. “Justin, please…” she whimpered, bordering on whining.

“I am pleasing, baby.”

She’d just gotten home from a trip to Houston and this was the first time she’d seen him in about four days. Phone sex, sexting and just his normal sweet texts kept her company and she’d been so ready to get back to him, back to dinners and movies and trivia nights at the bar, back to the swing in his backyard.

“That’s it. You’re relaxing.”

His hands kneaded her calves and up the back of her thighs. Where his mouth traveled, his hands followed. She tried to spread her legs, tried to hint at where she really wanted his mouth and his hands, but he held her firmly in place.

She squealed in frustration into the pillow, and then sighed when his fingers started to massage the tension from her lower back. If she let herself, she could get so used to this treatment, this pampering, this gentle, indulgent side of him, of them.

She turned her head. “That feels amazing. Please don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop, baby,” he murmured, moving to straddle her legs.

He eased up on the pressure in his fingers and lightly grazed her sides, down to her hips, and up to the sides of her breasts. It was a different touch, one that had her melting boneless into the mattress while arousing her to a point of almost not being able to stand it. She needed to come. If he’d just let her come, he could take all the time he wanted touching her.

His cock rubbed against her ass crack every time he moved. She tried to lift up, tried to wriggle around, but he was having none of it. The smack to her right butt cheek was nothing if not deserved.

“Calm yourself. You’re not going to get anything until I’m good and ready to give it to you.”

Dammit. And in her head, she stomped her virtual foot in a fit of frustration. “I know.”

“Then why do you fight me? You know your body likes it. You know as well as I do that you’re so juicy between your legs that there’s likely a little wet spot under you where you’ve leaked on the sheets.”

Oh yes, her body did like it. Her body liked it every time he touched her—in whatever way he touched her. She closed her eyes. “I don’t know.” But then again, maybe she did know.

“Stubborn girl. You just can’t let go of the fact that all your worries haven’t come to pass.” He leaned forward, his chest against her back, his mouth at the side of her face. “Things between us are so damn good and I know that most of the time you know it, you feel it. It’s just these times when we’re quiet and I’m making love to you this way that you start getting all defiant.”

“I don’t want to be.”

“Then don’t be.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“I know.” He kissed her cheek and trailed his lips along her jaw. When she tilted her head and gave him access to her throat, he took it.

Ella moaned as her body erupted in goosebumps, and she shivered in pleasure.

“See? Not so bad to give in to it.”

“No,” she whispered. There never was anything bad about giving in to it, giving in to him.

“One day, you won’t fight it. One day, you’ll come to me begging for it, begging for me to just lay you out and play with you.”

As he kissed his way around to the back of her neck and down the ridge of her spine, Ella tried to imagine what that would be like, pleading with him to do exactly as he said. Strip her down, lay her out, and just play with her. Giving herself over to it was one thing. Asking for it was quite another.

He reached her lower back, dipping his tongue into the twin dimples. “Pull your knees up under you. Don’t spread open, just raise your ass in the air for me. Yep, just like that.” He lightly kneaded the flesh of her bottom, stroked over the curves of her hips and thighs before spreading her cheeks.

His warm breath heated already warm and moist skin. He exhaled the hot air against her and involuntarily, the muscles surrounding her asshole tightened and pulled in. He chuckled behind her before she felt his hair tickling her and his tongue licking, flicking lightly at sensitive tissue. Again, she squeezed, though this time she wasn’t sure whether she did it or her body did it without thought.

It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but damn if she could find a reason to complain. It felt too freaking good. Only one other lover had licked her ass, had rimmed her with his tongue or finger, and that first time she’d nearly come off his bed and the orgasm it had sparked was akin to an explosion in every cell of her body.

That Justin was doing it, that this man she was head over heels in love with was doing it, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what the orgasm would be like. She was aroused for him before she ever… Well, she was always aroused by him, for him, because of him. Her pussy was always wet. Her breasts were always just slightly swollen in anticipation of his touch, his look, his mouth. Her ass always quivered in the hopes of a swat from his hand. Everything was about him, and if she thought she was aroused before with his light touches and caresses and teasing licks, it was nothing compared to the fire sliding through her blood now with his tongue pressing against the opening to her ass.

“Keep hold of the headboard and spread your knees for me,” he murmured between stabbing licks.

Ella again did as he told her. As she opened, wetness slid along her pussy lips, seeped against her thighs. Heated wet flesh suddenly touched with the cool air in the room made her moan.

“See, just as I suspected. There’s already a wet spot on the bed.” He
tsked
, and then moved away slightly.

In the small space of time until he returned his tongue to her ass, she felt exposed, alone, bereft. She hated that feeling, especially when there was no cause for it. He wasn’t going to leave her like that. He’d never leave her like that, unattended and unfulfilled. But then she heard it, the buzz of the wand, and that last night before she’d left for New Orleans months ago filled her.

Just as soon as he’d switched it on, he switched it off. “Justin?” Her voice quivered and the muscles in her legs started to twitch at the memory of the orgasms.

He switched it on again and edged it closer to her until she could feel the energy coming off it. He hadn’t touched her with it yet, but the anticipation was just as powerful.

He switched it off. “Do you remember that night, baby?”

Ella nodded, not sure she could speak again, though she tried. ”Y-yes.” Her voice sounded more like a squeak.

“I tied you up and took away your choices about the wand. I forced those delicious orgasms from you, didn’t I? Until you sagged against the ropes and could barely talk.”

She nodded once more, unsure where this line of conversation was going and part of her didn’t even really care. She only wanted whatever he had planned for her. She was very ready, very willing, and hopefully very able to take it too.

“I’m not going to do that this time.”

Ella whipped her head around until she could look at him. His chest was sweaty. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded. His body was primed and on edge, much like hers was, yet, different.

She watched as he shook any kinks from the cord where the wand was plugged into the wall beside the bed. She watched as he slid the wand up toward her, and she lifted a questioning brow. He smiled.

“That’s right. You’re going to do it this time. You’re in charge of these orgasms. I’m going to be quite busy, and you, my love, are going to come until you can’t take it anymore.”

Her? He was giving her the wand? She already knew how powerful it was but also knew that had he not held it to her before, she would have pulled it away after the first or maybe second, but she wouldn’t have been able to give herself more. The painful tenderness of her clit would have stopped her. Justin on the other hand, just kept giving her more, pushing her harder.

She’d loved every second of it.

With a shaking hand, she reached out for the toy. It was heavier than she’d imagined it to be, but then, he’d been holding it before.

“Go on, baby. Turn it on. Feel its power travel through your arm.”

She flipped the switch on and felt exactly what he’d said. Power. It made her whole arm vibrate and the tighter she held it, the more it seemed to vibrate through her. And that was just on low. She turned her head to look at him. He simply nodded his encouragement. His smile was sweet and lusty, his body tense with hunger because his eyes said so. She’d learned a lot about him by the looks in his eyes.

She shifted on the bed until she’d worked the head of the wand between her legs. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and tugged a little more then he pressed until she felt the rubber of the toy against her clit. The fingers of his other hand flexed against her ass and the deep grunt he let loose sent shivers through her body.

“Hold it tight and push it hard against your pussy. Trust me. You can take it.”

His breath was hot between her legs, hotter than the humid heat she was creating all on her own. His fingers still covering hers, he urged her thumb against the switch. The rotating head started spinning and Ella jolted. “Oh God, Justin,” she squealed.

One dip of his tongue into her sex and then it was gone, as were his fingers. He replaced them on her ass and spread her wide again, his tongue attacking her dark hole.

Those sensations combined with the spinning wand head… But it still wasn’t enough, yet.

She sucked in a breath and tensed, flipping the switch to high. The orgasm hit her immediately and she grunted. It wasn’t delicate or pretty. It was animalistic and primal. And it was ongoing. His tongue didn’t stop and neither did the wand. She didn’t pull it away, she didn’t stop, she didn’t ease up on the pressure. She kept it up, kept it hard against her pussy. She wanted more.

The tingles started in her toes, it was a slower come this time but not by much. Another orgasm crashed over her and she couldn’t catch her breath before yet another one was upon her and come slid down her thighs.

Her throat was dry as she gasped for breath. Her mind couldn’t form a coherent thought save for the word “more”. She kept wanting more and more. The pleasure was just one peak after another. There were no endings. And then he was inside her, his cock pushing into her clenching channel, forcing himself against the resistance of her muscles.

He groaned behind her and started thrusting. Hard. Powerful. His rough hands scratching against her hips as he held her fast against his fucking.

“Keep going, baby. Give me more.”

She nodded. Or at least she thought she did. She wasn’t sure anymore what she was physically doing. Her whole body was trembling, shaking, cresting. The wetness continued and leaked out around his cock. Messy. He’d always liked messy, dirty sex. She did too. God help her, she did too.

That thought brought the next orgasm through her. The cry she emitted was more like a croak, and then it was just one long moan and tears fell from her eyes.

“Can you give me one more?”

Justin leaned forward, reached around and beneath her to hold onto the toy with her. His strength picked up where hers left off, and he ground the wand into her abused and thrilled clit. She bucked against the orgasm, somehow harder than the rest and on the edges of consciousness, heard him yell and go still behind her.

He turned off the toy and moved it to the edge of the bed. She didn’t know if he was done emptying inside her. She was trembling too much inside and out to know which tremors were hers or his. He still held her, was still hard inside her, was still with her.

“Let go and lie down. I’ve got you,” he whispered into her hair, urging her gently with his body.

She did as he said and slowly stretched her legs out and let her body fall to the bed. She groaned at the aches in her muscles and joints, and she couldn’t stop twitching. He was on top of her back with his cock buried inside her, and his fingers twined with hers up by her head.

He nuzzled his face against her neck and shoulder and for a few moments or a few hours, she had no idea how long, they lay there like that. She might have drifted in and out of sleep, but he was there when she came to, his lips trailing against her skin.

“Ella?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you, you know.”

Another round of goosebumps covered her skin at his words. But then, those words from him always had that effect on her, along with the butterflies in her belly. Her heart ached with how much she loved him, how deeply in love with him she was. “I know,” she said, her voice husky and sounding not entirely her own. She was going to need a drink of water soon, but she wasn’t willing to give up this comfort for anything right now.

“Your lease is up on this place soon.”

“Yes.” It was only supposed to be for the summer as was the sublet on her apartment in Alabama. That had been their deal. She would rent a place for the summer and they’d see where and how they were doing at the end of it.

“I want you to stay.”

He’d never asked before. He’d inferred it, hinted at it, assumed it even, but never had he come right out and said the words like that. She wanted to stay. She wanted to keep going with him, like this. Her job was going well and her relationship with him was more than she ever imagined it might be. Was it because they didn’t live together that it was still fresh and new and happy? Was it because they didn’t see each other every day because of jobs that either took her out of town or kept him at the firehouse for a few days at a time? Or was it just because they loved one another, that they talked to one another, that she could tell him anything, say anything, ask for anything, even his attention?