Chapter 10 #2
I lock eyes with her, getting lost in her emerald-green depths.
“You can tie me up and leave if that’s what you really want.
But your list mentioned wanting to tie someone up, and while I’d love to have you in a bed, we have childcare, school, and work schedules to juggle.
I say we seize the opportunity we have, and you have a little fun with me. Whataya say, a chroí?”
“What does that mean? You keep calling me that.”
“Nothing, just an old Irish nickname.”
She crosses her arms over her chest.
“It’s like ‘my dear’ in English.” That’s… not a complete lie. She already has my heart, but there’s no way I can tell her that.
“I’ve never tied a knot before.”
My heart races. Is she going to play along with this? “I can teach you.”
She gives the smallest of nods.
I pull a rope out of the cargo pocket of my pants.
“So you planned this?”
“I like to be prepared.”
“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.” She lets out a huff of a breath, and I hook my fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“You can stop this at any time. You hold the power here.” If she only knew how much power she already has over me.
“Okay.”
Uncoiling the rope, I show her how to make a simple column knot. After a few practice attempts, she makes a decent one and secures my left hand to the pole.
“Should I do your other hand?” She looks unsure. I know that if this is going to work, I need her to be in control.
“Depends on what you want to do to me.”
Her eyes lower to my crotch, and I thrust my hips slightly.
“I’m not good at… that.” Her voice is meek as her eyes drop to the ground.
I crook my fingers under her chin again, forcing her to look at me. “I don’t believe that for a second, and whatever arsehole told you that wasn’t worth your time anyway. Why don’t you let me be the judge? I’m happy to assess your skills.”
“Can I…” Her question lingers in the air as she runs her hands down my pecs and torso, and I shudder under her touch. When she hesitates at the hem of my shirt, I lift it up and over my head, letting it dangle on my bound arm.
“Get your fill, love.” Her responding blush has my cock hardening in my pants.
Her delicate fingers roam greedily over my body, her nails dragging along the grooves and ridges of my muscles.
“It’s not fair that you look like this.”
“I spend a lot of time in this room, and my job is very physical. I’ve put in a lot of work to achieve this.”
And all that time spent lifting means I had less time for others, something I’m desperate to change.
I’d let myself get a little soft for the right woman, and something tells me that she’d be worth giving up hours in the gym.
Worth eating shite food with her kids. Worth spending other ways to get in cardio.
When her hands reach my waistband, she pauses again. I undo my belt with one hand, letting the thwack echo in the space around us as I drop it to the floor.
Her eyes flick to mine and I nod, giving her the green light to proceed.
I can’t look away as she undoes my pants and they fall to my ankles. She has me completely at her mercy, and I’m not sure she understands the full extent of that.
“Holy fuck,” she rasps as I swell to match the size of my ego.
The tip of my cock pokes out of the top of my boxer briefs and she traces the head, then swipes a finger through the tip, smearing the precum collecting there.
A hiss escapes me as I silently plead with her to pull down my boxers so she can see the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow.
Fuck, that was bad, but I can’t wait to see her reaction to my entire length and its hidden treasure.
My hips have a mind of their own as I thrust against her touch. After several seconds of exploration, she tugs down my waistband and my cock springs free.
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Are you pierced?”
“Aye.”
She trails a finger down, playing with one of the gold barbells that make up my Jacob’s ladder.
“How many are there?” she asks, still teasing the top one.
I grab her hand with my unbound one, taking her fingers in mine to help her explore. “One.” I move her hand down an inch. “Two.” Her eyes go wide. “Three.” She licks her lips. “Four.” Another inch. “Five.” She gasps.
“Did it hurt?”
“Like hell.”
“Will it hurt?”
Her question fills me with excitement. It means she’s imagining it. Picturing us together. Maybe she’ll give me a chance after all.
“I promise I will make you feel so good.”
She drops to her knees, her face eye-level with my dick, and I hold my breath, waiting for her to take me in her mouth. Her skin is soft as she grips me by the base. When her tongue peeks out, licking her lips, a bead of precum leaks from my tip. Her eyes track the movement.
“I’m not good at this.”
“Lucy, you’ve got me ready to blow my load just from the way you’re looking at it. There’s nothing you could do to me at this point that I wouldn’t enjoy.”
“Okay.” She exhales and the warmth of her breath against my dick has me shivering in anticipation.
Sensing her nerves and wanting to put her at ease, I grip her wrist as I speak. “I want your perfect feckin’ mouth on me. Your plump pink lips. That wicked sharp tongue. You don’t even know the mess you’ve already made of me without even touching me.”
I release her wrist, and she guides the tip between her lips. The moment my skin hits the warmth of her tongue, I know I’m done for. I want to live in her mouth. Revel in her warmth.
“Feckin’ hell.”
When she hums in response, the vibrations make my balls draw up, that familiar feeling taking over.
Her hand tightens around my shaft, pumping in tandem with her mouth as her confidence grows.
“Yes, a chroí. Fuck, you’re so good at that,” I praise.
She slides down my length, attempting to take as much of me as she can. I grip her hair, holding her in place as I pulse into her mouth.
A line of saliva drips from her lips and I nearly come undone. “I’m going to come. Pull off if you don’t want it.” I release my grip and enjoy the view of her holding me in her mouth, challenging me with her eyes as if she’s daring me to come.
My orgasm hits seconds later, and she takes all of it, swallowing me down. She pops off my dick, then she uses a finger to wipe her lips.
How do I keep her? And who the hell told her she was bad at this? Feckin’ eejit.