22. Max #2
I cut her off by starting again. My mouth sealing over her, sucking harder, tongue flicking fast while my fingers pound into her. She’s a complete mess now, moaning loud.
“I want you—” she chokes out, but I don’t let her finish the plea. I lick her harder, fuck her deeper with my fingers until her whole body locks up and shatters.
She comes hard. Her walls clamping down on my fingers in pulsing waves. I don’t stop right away, I keep sucking through the spasms, fingers stroking slow and deep to drag every last tremor out of her until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, thighs quivering, completely spent beneath me.
When the shaking finally eases, I crawl up her body, kissing every inch of her until I reach her mouth. I claim it in a deep, filthy kiss, tongue sliding in so she tastes every bit of how wrecked she is.
Her eyes flutter open—glassy, dazed, soft in a way that hits me right in the chest. She’s here. Fully here. No more racing thoughts. Just us.
“Good job,” I whisper against her swollen lips, thumb brushing tenderly over her flushed cheek.
She exhales a shaky, blissed-out laugh that melts into a soft sigh, her body going liquid under mine.
“Why didn’t you…” she trails off as realization flickers across her face. No condom. We’ve burned through most of that fifty-pack, and haven’t exactly paused to talk birth control or tests or any of the practical stuff.
“Untie me,” she says, her voice regaining that steady edge I know so well.
I do, loosening the silk until it slides free. I go to pull her hand to my lips, but she’s faster. She snatches the tie from me, her eyes locking onto mine with a look that tells me exactly what’s about to happen.
Before I can say a word, she’s wrapping the silk around my wrists, much tighter than I did hers. She loops it through the headboard and yanks the knot secure.
I’m not sure I could get out if I tried, but I trust her, so I stay quiet.
I lie back and let her finish. With my arms stretched above me and the muscles in my shoulders pulling, I test the binding once.
It’s solid. I’m not going anywhere unless she lets me.
The realization hits like a shot of heat straight to my cock: she’s in charge now.
And fuck, she looks incredible doing it.
Her hair is a mess, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. She’s kneeling between my legs, completely naked, her skin glowing in the low light. There’s a glint in her eyes. That hazy post-orgasm bliss mixed with a playful power.
She drags her gaze down my body. My shirt hangs half-unbuttoned, but my trousers are still on, the belt buckled and the zipper straining. I’ve been aching since I felt the last of her tension break on my tongue. Seeing her kneeling there makes my restraint feel like a physical burn.
She trails her fingertip up the inside of my thigh, then cups me through the fabric.
It’s a gentle pressure that makes my cock jump.
A slow, firm glide follows, her palm sliding up the full throbbing length, tracing every inch as I groan low and my hips jerk.
She smiles, small and wicked, thumb circling the head through the wool.
She stops. Her fingers hook the belt buckle and tug. My wrists pull hard against the silk, my muscles lock while she toys with it. Finally, she flicks it open. She slides the belt free, inch by inch.
She’s dragging this out on purpose. My zipper teeth part one slow, torturous click at a time.
I’m breathing ragged, chest heaving like I’ve sprinted miles. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s reveling in every second of making me wait.
She finally hooks her fingers into the waistband of my trousers and briefs, tugging them down inch by inch. I lift my hips on instinct, desperate to help, fabric scraping over skin until my cock springs free.
The cool air hits me, but then her warm hand wraps firmly around me, and I groan deep in my throat, hips twitching up into her grip.
She doesn’t doesn’t give me the friction I’m dying for. Just holds me while her thumb swipes a slow, lazy circle over the slick head, spreading the bead of pre-cum in teasing swirls.
Every tiny drag of her thumb sends sparks up my spine, but it’s nowhere near enough. She watches my face the whole time.
“I think I could do this all night,” she whispers.
My wrists yank against the silk but she just smiles wider and squeezes once, letting me feel how close she is to giving me everything…and how far she is from doing it.
“You edged me until I couldn’t think straight,” she says, “Think I should do the same? Or should I just wrap my lips around you right now?”
My hips twitch up instinctively, seeking more, but she presses her free hand to my stomach, pinning me down with surprising strength. No escaping or rushing. Just like I did to her.
Then she lowers her head and takes the tip into her mouth and I groan, long and rough, head falling back against the pillow. Her tongue swirls once, tasting me like I’m the best thing she’s ever had. She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.
She pulls off with a soft pop, lips glistening, and looks up at me through her lashes. Then she licks a long, flat stripe from base to tip. My cock jerks in her hand, throbbing harder.
“Fuck, baby.” The words come out strangled. I’m trying to stay still, but my hips lift anyway, chasing her mouth.
She smiles and takes me deeper this time. Not all the way, just enough to make my eyes roll back. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, tongue pressing flat along the underside, then she pulls back again, agonizingly slow, letting me feel every inch slide free.
She does it twice more until I’m panting, wrists straining against the tie, every muscle locked tight. I’m so hard it hurts, so turned on from watching her come undone earlier that I’m already close, embarrassingly close, and she knows it.
She sinks down again, taking me as deep as she can. Her throat relaxes around me, and I choke out a curse. Her hand works the base in tight, slick strokes while her mouth does the rest—suction, tongue, heat—and it’s too good. Too much.
“Gonna—” I manage, voice wrecked.
She just hums again, encouraging, eyes locked on mine like she wants to watch me fall apart.
I come hard, pulsing down her throat in hot, endless waves. She takes it all, swallowing around me, milking every last shudder until I’m gasping.
When she finally lifts her head, lips red and slick, she crawls up my body, straddling my hips. Her fingers work the knot loose until my wrists are free. I pull her down immediately, kissing her deep, tasting myself on her tongue, and she melts against me with a soft, satisfied laugh.
“You’re dangerous when you get the upper hand,” I say against her mouth.
She grins, eyes sparkling. “Good. Keep that in mind next time you tie me up.”
I flip her under me in one smooth move, already half-hard again just from the thought.
“I need to go—”
“That’s not happening. We’re nowhere near done.”