Chapter 7 #2
"Fuck, Riley." His hips moved in small thrusts and I took him all the way to the back of my throat.
I didn't want to brag and say I was good at sucking dick, but I was. I hadn't dared ask my mom about the promiscuity of sirens, but a small part of me knew exactly how to take care of the man in front of me.
"Stand up and take off your clothes." He slid out of my mouth and walked to the closet. He rummaged around inside while I undressed. He turned around, holding a belt and a scarf.
My eyes widened as I kicked my panties to the side. "I'm not letting you spank me with that."
"You'll do as I say." He looped it and made a snapping sound. I grimaced, and he fought a smile. "How about a safe word?"
"Does that mean it's going to hurt?" I licked my lips and could feel the wetness between my legs. "I don't think you are in the right frame of mind to be using a belt."
"A safe word is not just for pain. Could be from things getting too intense." He stepped close to me and put his hand under my chin. "I like this."
I took a deep breath. "Fine. My safe word can be baby shark."
He gave me a small smile and did some kind of figure eight loops with the belt. "Let me have your hands."
I held out my hands like I was being arrested and he slipped the belt over them and then tightened it so my hands were stuck together.
"I thought Morgan was the one that was into this." I tried to move my hands out of the loops but couldn't.
"He is. He's wanted to ease you into it since you just started having sex. I don't think you need much easing." He backed me toward the bed, and then turned me around. "We both know your pussy is dripping right now thinking about what I'm about to do to you."
I trembled at his words and went to get on the bed, but he grabbed me around the waist to stop me before tying the scarf around my eyes. I was completely helpless and reliant on him to take care of me.
He scooped me up and I was set on the bed against the pillows. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
I heard the bedroom door open, and with it came a whoosh of air that made me shiver. I couldn't tell if the door had been left wide open. The idea of Morgan or Blake walking by and seeing me naked and vulnerable made my nipples ache and my pussy clench.
What was Jax doing? I knew he wasn't getting a condom, but what else could he possibly need? Was he getting a gag? Or maybe one of those leather loops on a stick to spank me?
I was nervous, excited, and turned on as the minutes dragged on. Maybe he had decided to call it a night and this was his way of dealing with his feelings.
The door clicked just as I was about to worry he had reverted to the asshole he used to be. He had been gone for well over five minutes and the anticipation was killing me.
"Jax?" No answer. "At least tell me it's you. Not that I would mind if it were Blake or Morgan."
"It's me."
The room was silent again and I shifted on the bed. "Well, this has been great, but if you're just going to stand there and enjoy the view, I'm tired."
There was movement at the end of the bed, and my stomach clenched, waiting for him. What the hell was he doing?
"You aren't taking pictures, are you?" I crossed my legs as if that would cover me up. "I'm not so sure about this now if you're going to be all creepy and not do or say anything."
"You know the safe word." He was standing to the right of me, and I shivered hearing how close he was. "I'm not taking pictures. I'd love to paint you like this sometime though."
"Well then do something, because this wet ass pussy is going to become dry pretty quickly if you-" Something warm and wet was on my toe. "Oh my God, are you sucking my toe?"
He laughed and his lips trailed to my ankle. All I could focus on was the feeling of his lips against my skin and I spread my legs, anxiously awaiting his arrival between them.
"Put your hands above your head and don't move them or I'll stop." His voice was low and commanding, and I immediately did as he asked.
His lips stopped and I heard a few noises but couldn't make sense of them. "What the hell are you doing?"
I was starting to get agitated, and that was the last thing I wanted when I was just lying on the bed with my hands tied and eyes blindfolded.
Something cold and wet touched my ankle, and I hissed in a breath. Bloody hell, he had ice cubes. I felt it all the way to my nipples that hardened even further.
He trailed the ice cube up my body, skipping where I thought he was headed, and instead rubbed the cold torture device over my nipple before sucking the cold bud into his mouth. I wanted to touch him so bad but kept my hands over my head.
He switched to the other nipple, the cold sting making wetness pool between my legs. I heard a crunching sound and wondered if he was out of ice cubes. His lips met mine in a shockingly cold kiss and he groaned as I slid my tongue against his.
He pulled back and I heard the same sounds I had heard to begin with. I anxiously waited as he moved over the top of me, drops of cold water hitting my skin. My entire body broke out in goosebumps and I shivered as I realized where he was headed.
"This might get a little... cold." He made a sucking sound. "Open your legs."
I opened wider for him and trembled as he ran the ice cube, which I was certain was in between his teeth, up my thigh and across my slit.
"Oh, shit." My legs tried to close on instinct, and he pushed them back open, latching his cold mouth with ice on my clit. "Jax!" I cried out and arched off the bed as the ice burned and felt cold at the same time.
His tongue teasingly pushed against my entrance, before thrusting it inside. He moved it in and out as he circled my clit with cold fingers. An orgasm ripped through me with so much force that my legs straightened and I lifted off the bed, trying to get his tongue deeper inside me.
My limbs went numb as I shook with my release. Jax didn't stop though, and I closed my legs on him. That just motivated him more and he replaced his tongue with his fingers, moving them in a way that hit the tight bundle of nerves inside me.
Things were getting rather loud as I begged him to stop, but he wasn't going to unless I used the safe word. I was on the edge of another release when he stopped, and I whimpered.
"You're going to pay for this, merman." My legs were trembling like I had just done hundreds of squats and he pushed them apart again. "Please, no more..."
His body settled between my legs and he thrust inside me. I wrapped my legs around him as he began rolling his hips like we were rocking on the ocean. My entire body was sensitive from my orgasm and the impending one that was just out of my reach.
He kissed up my neck and licked my ear before nipping my earlobe. "I like when you come on my face."
"You're so dirty." I groaned as he sucked my earlobe in his mouth and circled his hips, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. "Don't stop."
"I can do this all night." He was torturing me, and I can't say I hated it. "I can make you come over and over again."
I shuddered and he laughed, picking up his pace. I didn't like not seeing him or touching him. "I want to see you."
"When we're done." He sat back and lifted my hips off the bed, my shoulders pressed into the mattress. "Mmm, perfect. Do you feel how deep I am?"
The new position made my eyes roll back, and I lifted my hips even more to meet each of his thrusts, our bodies slapping together. His fingers glided over my clit and pinched it lightly.
"Jax!" My pussy clenched around him as I came.
His movements grew more intense as he chased his own release. "Riley! Fuck!" His thrusts turned short and erratic as his cum filled me.
He collapsed on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I moved my hands from above my head, flinching as my shoulders protested from being in an awkward position for so long.
"You done already?" He kissed my neck and pulled the scarf down and then loosened the belt around my wrists.
I was beyond done and sank back into the pillows, contentment filling my entire body. After cleaning us both up, Jax laid down with his head on my stomach, just below my breasts.
"I thought I was ready to lose her." His tears hit my bare skin as I stroked his hair, just above his ear. "She's my little sister. I don't want to lose her."
His breaths grew heavier as he drifted off to sleep. I stared at the ceiling, knowing if I could, I'd do whatever it took to get Jax his sister back.