Jordy
BEING KIERAN JAMES’ mate was perfect and lovely, and everything I could have ever asked for.
The bond had affected us in interesting ways, causing small but pleasant changes in our relationship.
It made it easier to communicate, because we could both intuitively sense each other’s emotions, and it helped quell a lot of Kieran’s innate anxieties about our relationship.
But it didn’t turn us into different people. He was still stubborn as a bull, embarrassed about the silliest things, and I still loved forcing those adorable little secrets out of him.
Nearly two weeks had passed since he’d bitten me, and in that time we’d become closer than ever.
We’d shared secrets, not that I’d ever kept much from him, and fantasies and dreams. But there was one thing he was still perversely holding over my head, and the more I asked for it, the more pleasure he seemed to derive from keeping it from me.
A few days earlier, I’d happened to come down and notice him sitting in the living room with his back to me.
When I’d silently padded over like always, and he’d known I was sneaking up on him like always, I realized he’d never been able to hear me any of those times.
He’d always been scenting me, something I hadn’t even considered until recently.
Which, by the way, seemed a bit like cheating, though I supposed I couldn’t entirely blame him for utilizing a genetic advantage.
Since then I’d been pushing him more and more to tell me what I smelled like, which he’d steadfastly refused.
And so he’d forced me to do something that I was very, very good at; concocting a scheme to ensure that I get what I want.
I’d waited for an evening where our parents would be going out together and staying out late, and now my very naughty and devious plan was so far playing out exactly as I’d hoped.
And I still had one little surprise waiting in the wings to pull out when the time was just right.
“You know I could just tell you anything,” Kieran pointed out.
He was trying to sound casual, like he wasn’t completely naked with his wrists tied to the iron bars of my headboard.
But the husky rasp in his deep voice, and the way his cock stood straight up, straining toward me every time I stopped touching or licking it, told a different story.
“You wouldn’t have any way of knowing whether I was lying or not. ”
“Why don’t you try me?” I invited, slinking up from between his legs, where I’d been teasing him, so I could stare into his eyes.
The corner of his mouth perked up for just a split second before he composed his face into a neutral expression.
I was surprised he’d let me tie him up, usually he was so antsy about being out of control, but our mate bond had done wonderful things for his nerves and allowed him to relax in ways I’d never seen from him before.
“Strawberries,” he said. Even if I’d believed he would give it up that easily, I could feel the tiny little twinge in my senses that indicated he wasn’t being truthful with me.
He must have known it too, that he couldn’t get away with lying to me, but he thought he was toying with me the same way I was toying with him.
“Try again,” I advised, straddling his hips as I leaned into his chest. He let out a labored breath as my hard dick, still clothed, ground over him again.
The front of my little shorts were soaked with precum, a combination of mine and his from where I’d been rubbing on him.
His hands flexed and twitched a little against the restraints, then relaxed.
“Pine needles.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not even close,” I mused softly, a throaty little purr escaping my throat at the friction as I rolled my hips on his cock, imagining I was riding it. I was incredibly turned on, and my body was definitely ready to come, but I was having way too much fun to rush things now.
He swallowed hard, tipping his skull back to rest on the upper part of my headboard. “Alright, I’ll tell you.”
“Hm?”
“You smell like… Champagne.”
Chuckling, I reached down to grip his erection. It was dark and swollen, with veins throbbing along the surface, and burning hot to the touch.
“I guess you’re not ready to talk yet,” I determined, teasing his slick head with my fingertips before letting it go again.
His thighs tensed, and he let out a tiny whine, but otherwise endured.
I’d gotten him close to coming a couple times already, only to pull back just as he was hovering on the edge.
I could tell his frustration was mounting, but he was hanging in there like a champ.
“You know, you’re a little too good at this for being so new at it,” he said.
“Natural talent,” I assured him, grazing his nipples as I slid my hands back up his chest. He huffed out a raspy breath, glancing up at the ceiling as I rubbed little circles over the dark nubs with my thumbs.
“Yeah, I always figured it would be like that.”
“Did you think about it a lot?” I wondered, tilting my head and shifting on him, just enough to nudge his cock with mine.
He stared into my eyes just long enough that I knew he was hesitating on whether he wanted to be honest or not. But finally, he spoke.
“Yeah.”
“You’re so dirty,” I chastised him, widening my eyes like I was offended. “Fantasizing about your sweet and innocent little virgin stepbrother like that.”
“I don’t remember having any sweet and innocent stepbrother,” he retorted flatly, raising his dark eyebrow. “All I remember is a spoiled brat.”
Laughing softly, I cuddled a little closer into his body, pressing a line of kisses to the tattoo on his chest, then gliding my mouth over to the one on his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed under my lips, his light growl rumbling and vibrating against my mouth.
“I must really be spoiled,” I acknowledged, moving back up to kiss his lips.
He suckled at my bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into my mouth to massage over mine.
My fingers curled into his hair as we melted together, absorbing each other’s sexy little sounds.
When he pulled away to breathe, his eyes were darker and cloudier.
“For you to let me tie you up,” I finished, and he snorted.
“Yeah, remind me what the fuck I was thinking when I agreed to this.”
“Maybe you thought it would be fun,” I suggested, grinding my hips over him one more time as I slunk back down to the bedspread, hovering over his cock. “You are having fun, right?”
“Define fun,” he requested, and I laughed again.
Flicking the tip of my tongue over his head, I teased the slit, the salty taste driving me wild.
His cock felt harder than iron. This time when I closed my mouth over him, sucking lightly as I laved my tongue over his shaft, his moans were more urgent, and he pulled against the ties on his wrists, straining his hips to stuff more of his cock into my mouth.
It was definitely time to initiate the final act of my plan.
Stepping onto the floor so I could shed my last pieces of clothing, my shorts and underwear, I slipped them down my legs, wriggling in a way I knew would have Kieran drooling for me.
Carefully lifting back up onto the mattress, I adored the way his eyes locked onto my body, his tongue flitting out to lick his lips like he was starving for me.
“So I have something I want to show you,” I said, and his eyes flickered back up to mine, slightly wary.
“What is it?”
Supporting myself on one palm, I leaned back, spreading my legs so I could show him what I’d prepared for him.
His eyes got huge, devouring the sight, and I watched his muscles tense all over.
He pulled against the ties again, but this time it seemed involuntary, like he couldn’t help needing to be free to touch me now.
Toying with the inside of one thigh with my free hand, I let my fingertips drag over the pretty pink heart at the base of the plug I’d been holding in my ass. I let out a low moan as I moved it in a circle, stimulating my inner walls with its girth.
Kieran swallowed hard, a tight but strained sound crawling up out of his throat. “Where did you get that?” He asked.
“I bought it,” I answered, very satisfied with his reaction so far. “I thought you’d like it. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” he answered instantly, his hips flexing once, raising up off the bed a bit. “Oh, fuck, Jordy. You’re so fucking hot.”
“You don’t know how hard it’s been, teasing you and rubbing all over you with this thing in me,” I admitted, blinking my lashes at him and pouting just a little bit. “Knowing I could pull it out whenever, and I’d already be wet and stretched and ready to take your cock.”
He groaned lightly, tugging against his restraints again, hard enough this time for my headboard to shift and smack back against the wall.
“Untie me,” he ordered, panting already. A fresh, fat bead of shiny precum formed on his head, ready to drip down his thick shaft.
Biting down into my lower lip, I felt a smug smirk carve itself across my face.
“I would,” I told him sweetly. “Because I’m really, really ready for you,” I added, gripping the base of the plug and tugging at it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my body so I whimpered.
His eyes were glued to it, watching my every move.
“But I can’t untie you until you tell me the truth about my omega scent. ”
A fascinating flush of color washed over his cheeks, and I could feel embarrassment radiating from him.
“Come on, Jordy,” he whined. “Why does it matter? It’s not like you can smell it, anyway.”
I supposed his discomfort and unwillingness to discuss it stemmed from how he’d been able to scent me for so long, but being forced to hide it from me and everyone else. But if there was anything I’d learned to be good at, it was coaxing Kieran out of his self-imposed prison of embarrassment.