Chapter 14 #4
I ditch my panties as well and take a moment to realise that I’m completely naked on the kitchen counter of Gareth Harris’ home.
What a wild turn my life has taken. I’m not sure I could be any luckier as I stare at his hard cock bobbing up toward his chiselled stomach, the vein underneath looking angry and promising all at once.
I dig in the glass for more ice. Most of it has melted, so I bring it to my lips for a cool drink and grab the small chunks at the bottom. Without a word, I dip my head and slip the tip of his bare cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Gareth groans, the coldness of the ice and the hotness of my mouth tipping him into sensory overload. “Jesus, Sloan.”
His fingers find my hair as he rides my movement. A few pieces of ice slip out of my mouth and fall on the counter below him. I release him and chomp down on the remaining ice while fisting him in my hand. “Treacle or Tre, Gareth. I’ve told you this.”
“Sorry, Tre. Treacle. Got it,” he states, his eyes landing on me with a worshipful, apologetic look.
Feeling brave and curious, I ask, “Did you like the ice?”
He nods and waggles his brows. “I’d like to use it on you.”
I smile and shake my head. “That’s not what happened in the porno I watched.”
He chuckles, his tone disbelieving when he asks, “You watch porn?”
“Once,” I lie. There’s no way in hell I’m telling him that I’ve been looking up ideas for what we can do on Porn Hub all week. He’ll think I’m a total perv. “It really helped me get you under control I think.”
His abs tighten with a soft chuckle, but his amusement fades when I climb on top of him again and place his hands so they rest on his chest. “I’m going to ride you, but your hands need to stay right where they are, on your chest. Got it?”
He nods eagerly, so I position my pelvis over his tip, leaning forward a little so that my breasts are in his face. I feel his trussed fingers reach out to touch me, so I scold him with a giggle. “No touching or I’ll strap your hands above your head.”
I press my palms on his forearms for stability. The pressure pulls on his wrist restraints as I position the head of his penis between my folds.
“Christ,” he growls, watching the action between our bodies and fighting against the rope around his hands.
“Problems?” I ask, looking up at him with concern.
His jaw ticks. “I really want to touch you.”
My brows lift. “How bad?” I sink down on him just an inch and hold myself there, his arms the perfect balancing point for control.
His low groan is wonderful. “Really fucking bad, Treacle.”
I plunge down the rest of the way. “How about now?”
The veins in his arms thicken as he pulls hard against the rope. “Let’s take this off.”
“I’m in charge,” I reply, watching his eyes on me as I sit back and completely open myself to him. Grinding back and forth over him, I work myself against the incredible friction.
“You are but…” he growls, his eyes flashing all over my chest as I squeeze my breasts and roll my nipples between my fingers. He begins fidgeting to try and find a position that gives him some leverage. His tone is frustrated when he says, “This could be so much better if you let my hands free.”
“Why, Gareth?” I ask, making confident eye contact with him and arching a brow. I slowly trail one of my hands down to my centre and make a few slow, lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. “Would you touch me here?” I moan and have to force my pleasure-filled eyes to stay open.
The crazed look in Gareth’s eyes is almost frightening. “Fuck, Sloan…Let me loose.”
He’s full-on growling now, but I’m not listening.
I’m too focused on what I’m doing. I’m getting off on torturing him.
This position gives me so much control as I bounce on him, making big, grinding sweeps.
The pained look in his eyes has my head lolling back as I let out a low moan and relish in the feeling of him thick and hard inside of me.
I continue riding him slowly, and Gareth’s growls of anger grow more and more frenzied. He manages to find some purchase with his feet and begins thrusting up into me. Deep, punishing strokes that bring me to the precipice of release far quicker than I anticipated.
“Let me loose, Sloan.” His voice is quieter now, more controlled as he stops his delicious thrusts. “Let me touch you. You feel so good. Let me make you come.”
The need to orgasm is so strong, I hear myself croak, “Okay.”
I sit forward, his dick still rock-hard inside of me as I pull my feet out from under his arms and tuck them underneath me.
I ride him for a moment longer, then grab hold of his wrists and begin fumbling with the rope.
It’s distracting to have him inside of me while I try to release him, but he feels so damn good.
When I make no headway, I snap myself out of my sexual daze and crawl off of him. He lets out a pained groan as I kneel beside him and continue my efforts. Whatever I’ve just done to the knot has only tightened the tension. That can’t be good.
“What’s the matter?” Gareth asks, half sitting up. His hard, wet cock looks horribly angry. “Why is the rope so tight now?”
My hands begin to tremble as I stare down at the mess I’ve created. “I can’t get the knot loose,” I mumble, out of breath and trying not to panic.
“What?” he asks, his face leaning in close to mine to inspect what I’m doing.
My gaze snaps up to his wide hazel eyes. “I don’t know how I did this!”
“You didn’t know what you were doing?”
“No!” I exclaim and look down again, jerking and tugging, trying to find any loose areas to begin untethering something.
“You bloody well acted like you knew,” Gareth retorts, accusation lacing his tone.
“I was pretending!” I peal, lifting his hands up to see if I can find somewhere underneath to start. Good God, it looks even worse there. “Gareth! I can’t get this!”
The emotion in my voice is intense as angry red marks begin forming around his wrists. Suddenly, a shaking starts happening all over Gareth’s body. I assume he’s having some sort of a panic attack because I’m nearly crashing into one myself. But when I look up, I don’t see panic in his eyes.
He’s laughing.
He’s laughing like crazy.
He has tears running down his face because he’s laughing so hard. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s really disarming.
“This isn’t funny!” I scream, releasing his hands with a hard thrust and shoving my fists against his chest so he falls back on the counter.
“I beg to differ,” he replies, but it’s barely audible through his deep, booming laugh.
“This isn’t funny! It’s mortifying!” I run a hand through my hair, doing my best to calm my nerves so I can figure out what to do next.
It’s difficult because Gareth’s abs are tight and defined as he continues roaring.
Occasionally he looks at my crestfallen face and that sets him off further.
I’m only halfway serious when I punch him in the gut and add, “We’re going to have to amputate. ”
Gareth roars once again. Finally, I can’t contain it any longer. I crack a smile. Before I know it, I fall onto him in a fit of giggles. I end up losing it so much, I get a cramp in my calf muscle and have to roll off of his chest to clutch my leg.
He seems to find that even funnier.
“Fuck you,” I groan, wiping tears from my eyes. “This is such a mess. I was trying so hard to be sexy.”
“Mission accomplished, Treacle,” he retorts, his amusement dying down so that only the delicious crinkles on the edge of his eyes remain. He is quite a sight right now. Belly-flipping sight, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s naked.
“Don’t call me that,” I groan, sitting up and ignoring the tender look on his face. I slip off the countertop and place my hands on my hips. “I’m an imposter. I don’t deserve the name.”
With affectionate, smiling eyes, Gareth guides me to a pair of kitchen scissors in a drawer.
As soon as I cut and all the rope twists loose, he’s off the counter and all over me.
His heat warms my trembling body as his hands fork through my hair and he twirls us so my back presses against the kitchen island.
His hot breath is licking tantalising kisses up my neck as he husks, “Perhaps we need a safe word after all.”
I burst out with a giggle and cover my hands over my eyes. “Yes. I think a safe word is wise considering I totally screwed tonight up.”
Gareth pulls away from my neck, looking down at me with a fiery smile in his eyes. God, he’s sexy in this moment. I make a mental note to make him laugh more during sex because it is the best form of foreplay I never ever had with Cal.
With a teasing waggle of his eyebrows, Gareth grabs my hand and places it on his dick. “Does that feel like you screwed anything up?”
I can’t help but giggle. “What does that say about you?”
His body vibrates with a silent chuckle. “That I’m a bloody freak for you.”
With the echo of my giggles, Gareth grips me by the waist and lifts me up onto the counter. He spreads my legs out wide and hooks his hands under my knees to pull me to the edge.
Our smiles both fall as he positions his tip between my folds and thrusts into me, unapologetic, hard, and bare. My earlier excitement is still present between my legs. Honestly, seeing him so relaxed and carefree has only further stoked my desire for him.
He grinds deep inside of me, swirling his hips and hitting that G-spot he seems to have a direct map to. It’s unimaginably perfect as my nails score over his shoulders. The growl that rumbles up his throat in response is so damned hot, I feel close to coming already.
“Make this slow, Gareth. Make it count,” I state, then lick my lips and look down to where our bodies connect.
He slams into me one more time. “Oh, I plan on it.”
“You know you can stay here if you ever want to,” I say as Sloan gets dressed.
“What?” She gazes up at me, pushing a strand of chestnut hair out of her eyes.