35. Tied Up
35
Tied Up
The next few weeks proceeded to be some of the best of my life. The only exception was Black Friday. I came back to True Tech to help Ash with the overflow through Cyber Monday, but it was a total shit-show.
At one point, Sal snuck into the storage closet with me and procured some energy drinks.
“I’m not allowed to have food and drink near the electronics,” I warned him.
“What’s Ash gonna do, fire you?” he teased, then tapped my can with his.
It tasted disgusting, like organic-labeled battery acid, and we both winced through the follow-up sips. It was so bad it was almost funny, and we had to cover our mouths to muffle our giggles. But it did give me the wherewithal to face the mob scene of customers. Once in a while, Ash would give me a weary stare or tight smile as she dropped off a laptop. “Install the full suite," she said.
“Will do,” I said, squinting in lieu of a smile. We were both dead on our feet. Or ass, in my case. I texted Sal when she wasn’t looking.
Me: How are you doing? I haven’t seen a demonstration all day. Must be busy.
Sal: Board games are hot this season.
Me: Maybe we can play some instead of going to the bar next Wednesday?
It’d be nice to be social somewhere with decent lighting.
Sal: Sure, I’ll put something together :D
A few days later, for game night, we went to his place. It was small, but respectable, almost like a college dorm with a living room and big coffee table.
He rattled game boxes at us. “Okay, how are we feeling? Cooperative or competitive?”
“Competitive,” I answered right as Kat said, “Cooperative.”
She laughed and twisted her necklace. “Never mind, we can play whatever.”
“Competitive it is,” Sal said, wagging his brows and presenting a colorful box of cards.
Once we got the hang of the gameplay, things got deliciously intense.
He protected his cards and grinned. “Hey, take from your brother’s batch.”
“But I want yours.” I darted under him, my fingers tingling as they brushed his palm.
Later, he snatched a card before I could grab it. “You’re not the only one with quick reflexes,” he said, wagging his brows. “Hi-ya.” He mimed back-fisting an invisible drone by my head.
Ash laughed. “Oh, god. Someone get the toothpaste.”
“Why?” Victor frowned.
“Don’t ask,” I said.
“Zero’s a badass.” Sal winked and moved on to the next play, my heart beating a little faster.
Every time the cards slapped, I tingled at the possibility of touching him again. And again. Slap. Touch. Laugh. Play. He rubbed my leg ever-so-briefly before getting up to grab a drink, and I was half-tempted to follow him, drag him into the bedroom, and have my way with him. But he had guests. Humans. Friends.
My knee bounced, electricity building with every hand-slap.
I bided my time until everyone else had left and the games were put away. Sal put the last of the snacks in a pantry. I wiped my sweaty palms on my leggings and followed him.
He rubbed my arm. “You okay? Too much socializing? It’s okay if you’d rather go home and recharge than watch Space Spies with me tonight.”
“No, the opposite.” I took a deep breath. It was best to communicate clearly about this. “I want to have sex.”
He widened his eyes, his expression slack.
“Not with other people, to be clear. Just with you. Penis in vagina sex. With a condom, for obvious reasons.” We weren’t trying to have babies, and it was best to be healthy. Even if I did have him take an STI test, the results wouldn’t come in for another day.
“Oh my god.” He laughed, playfully shaking my shoulders. “You want this now? Tonight?”
I shrugged and pushed my hair behind my ear. “If the moment’s right…”
“Oh, Zero.” He kissed my forehead, then lingered, pressing his temple to mine. “I’d love that.”
“So, should we go to your bed?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Uh, not to be weird, but I kind of want to make it more special than that.”
“What?” He didn’t want to have sex? I backed up and frowned, breathing into my cupped palm. Did I have potato-chip breath?
He gave me a tilted smile and gestured to the front door. “My roommates might come back any minute. I want us to be able to take our time for that. Enjoy it. ”
“How romantic,” I deadpanned, trying to mask my disappointment.
He snorted and led me to his room. “But we can do other stuff we haven’t tried yet.”
“You’re not going up my ass.”
He burst out laughing. “I meant we could kiss places we haven’t, yet.”
“Oh. Oral stimulation.”
“Yes.” He grinned, his eyes twinkling and dimples beckoning.
“I’m in.” I kissed him hard, then twisted so we fell onto the twin bed together. Everything sizzled and sparked, churning to life at his touch, this thrilling friction. I rubbed myself against his leg and unbuttoned his shirt. There was no point in pushing it off now, but I wanted to feel him, work him, slide my hands into the thatch of fair curls poking out from his undershirt.
He sucked my tongue, then kissed down my neck, his hands wandering under my shirt.
Did he want me to get naked?
“C-can I keep the shirt on?” I flushed. “In case your roommates come in.”
“Yeah, I want you to feel sexy.” He flicked the underside of my bra. “Can I still play with your breasts? Use my mouth on them?”
My thighs clenched, desperate to grab onto him. “I…am open to it.”
I heard suction did good things to nerve endings. Toys simulated it on my clit, but I’d never had a hot human mouth in these intimate places.
Sal gently adjusted my bra and swiped his thumb across my nipple, then sucked the tip of my other breast. It sent a bolt of need straight to my core. I gasped and arched into him.
He licked his lips, and my skin. “You remember what to do if you want me to slow down or listen, right?”
“I have no intention of pulling your ear,” I said, guiding his head to my chest .
“You remember. And you’ll remember this.” He massaged my breast, rolling my nipple between his teeth. It teetered on the edge of pain, but in a good way. He wasn’t biting. Not even nibbling. Barely-there teasing, followed by soothing swipes of his tongue and sucking kisses.
I panted out a slew of curses, writhing. This man played my body better than any game key combination. We were so close, already.
He kissed down my stomach, which quivered in anticipation, and helped me slide down my leggings and panties. Fresh air on my wet breasts and core electrified my need. I needed him to touch me.
“Do you want to stay under the covers?” he asked, kissing my thighs.
“No, just do it. I mean, please. If you want to.”
He chuckled and spread my lower lips. “My pleasure.”
But it was mine.
He dragged his long tongue up and down my slit, then swirled around my clit.
“Fuck.” I rocked my hips. This was so much more dynamic than any fancy wand attachment.
He moaned, the reverberations amplifying my arousal. He licked and lapped, sucked and slid. But he wasn’t all over the place. I presumed he only switched things up to keep his jaw from seizing. A fine sheen of sweat stuck to his skin. God, he worked for this. He was focused. He eased his fingers in, tapping out a beat on the raised ridge of my center. His firm bulge grazed my leg. I could only imagine what it’d be like to have him pump inside me. With me.
I gripped his shoulder, and my whole body clenched, seized with pleasure.
Gasping, I rocked my hips, part of me wanting to shove myself against him for the overdrive of orgasm, the other longing to recoil and recover. Everything tingled. Until eventually, seconds or eons later, the bulk of it finished coursing through me. My body sizzled. When he came up for air, I half expected steam to slip through his lips.
“How was that?” He sucked my thigh, wiping his cheeks.
I managed a squeak.
He chuckled and propped himself up. “That good, huh?”
I couldn’t think. My brain buzzed with orgasm. Sal. Good. Sexy. He kissed my legs and stomach, then used a water bottle and a workout towel to clean me up.
“You want to cuddle? Sleep?” he offered.
“I want to suck your shaft,” I said, my voice thick.
He laughed, but I wasn’t joking. I pushed him onto his back with a grunt, relishing his gasp. His pupils swelled, swallowed by black.
I would make him orgasm like this. I just had to figure out the right combination.
I worked his dick free. This one, attached to a man I loved, wasn’t a scary, stupid, veiny thing. It was smooth. Warm. Hard. For me.
“Z,” he rasped, holding my hair back.
For such a sweet guy, he tasted salty. I sucked his tip, tentatively licking the curved lip. He moaned.
Would deep-throating be too much for my gag reflex? Maybe we could work up to it. I slid down slowly, careful to shield him from my teeth. My throat tightened around his length.
He shuddered and slammed a fist in the mattress.
I sat up, coughing. “You need to tug my ear?”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Sorry, I’m just trying not to thrust.”
“God, you are sweet. Let’s see if I can get you cursing.” I tugged his shaft.
“Zero, wh–ahhhh, yes.” He dropped his head back and enjoyed the attention .
Whatever part of his length I couldn't comfortably suck, I lubed up and twisted with my hands.
He tugged my hair a touch rougher than he probably realized. “I’m going to come.”
Not that I was against swallowing, but it was fun to sit up and watch him, the way his stomach tightened, the way the milky heat flowed out of him in bursts, smearing over my hands.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, throwing an arm over his face. “That was fucking awesome.”
“And imagine, I’ll only get better with practice.” I skipped across the room to grab his towel, then cleaned us up again.
“You seem happy.” He grinned, scooting over to make room for me. “Like, really happy.”
“I am. And not just from the orgasms.” For once, I wasn’t on alert. I wasn’t as anxious about the push and pull of our dynamic. I snuggled in to spoon him in my T-shirt and undies. “Oh, one thing though, you tugged my hair.”
“Sorry.” He kissed my cheek, then stroked my head. “Next time, you can tie me up if I get too feisty.”
“I don’t have handcuffs. But I do have zip ties,” I realized with excitement.
“Zero, I love you.” He laughed, rolling me into a hug.
“I love you too.” I smiled, traced the slightly damp hair on his chin. His dimples. His lips. We kissed, soft, and I sighed, content.
I still had a lot to learn about love. And intimacy. And all that.
Maybe, in some weird part of the internet, there was safe, happy, sensual porn I could watch with him to learn, to understand, to figure out what to even ask. But the nice thing was, I knew we could figure this out together.