30. Chapter 30
LONDYN
SEAN'S EYES DARKEN AS THEY roam my body. He watches my hand work. I glance at his crotch. He's thick and hard under his jeans, and instead of feeling intimidated or nervous, I love it.
I love that he's getting hard for me. That he wants me.
He follows my gaze and then shifts his hips. "Is it making you uncomfortable?"
"No. No, I like it."
He wets his lips. "I like—" He closes his mouth and swallows the words.
"What do you like?"
He only shakes his head, keeping himself contained.
But I want to know. I want to hear what's turning him on. My voice is breathy as I ask, "Would you like a better look?"
He nods, his abs tensing as I climb onto the couch and spread my legs wide, giving him a clear view of my pussy.
The handcuffs rattle against the chair slightly as he adjusts himself. I watch him swallow hard a few times, but otherwise he remains calm and silent. He's still holding himself back, and it's actually a thrill having so much control of the situation.
"What are you thinking?" I ask.
He shifts again, and the cuffs clink behind him. "I'm not sure I should tell you."
"I really want to know."
Sean's quiet. He thinks about it for a moment before saying, "I'll tell you, but you should give me a color right after."
"Okay." I bite my lip to prepare for what he might confess.
"I'm thinking how hot you look and how much I want to suck everything off those fingers."
His words are ghost touches over my skin and make my body tense with pleasure. I rub myself harder and moan, "Green."
"I'm thinking how much I need to fuck you."
"Green," I say again, because that's exactly what I need too. I can almost feel him grabbing my hips as he pushes himself inside me, stretching me open.
"I want to bend you over the couch and fuck you."
I writhe on the cushions, rubbing faster and feeling so sexy and in control and wonderful that instead of green this time, I let out a breathy "More."
Sean growls low in his throat, his pupils so wide his eyes are almost black.
His voice strains against desire, coming out quick and intense.
"I want to come in you. I need you squeezing me as I fuck you.
I need to know I filled you so completely you can't keep it all in, so it drips down your thighs. "
"Oh god," I pant, pushing against my fingers. I keep rubbing myself while staring into his eyes; the way he's soaking me in makes my thighs tremble.
"I fucking love watching you like this." His voice dips low and hungry. "I'm going to be having a lot of wet dreams."
Wetness seeps out of me and dampens the couch. I'm close but don't want this to end just yet so I slow down. My pulse is racing at this new kind of intimacy with him, and my voice is shaky with the force of everything building inside me. "And you want to taste me?"
"Fuck yes. I'm thinking of you sitting on my face. I want you grinding me so hard I can't breathe."
I stop touching myself and stand. Sean lets out a frustrated noise that makes me smile. I walk over to him as slowly as I can, savoring every moment of him watching me with those hungry, desperate eyes. I check the ties around his ankles and then the cuffs binding his wrists. All secure.
He smiles, teeth flashing white in the low light. "No way I'm getting out of this. I'm at your complete mercy."
I ease myself into his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs and letting out a moan because it feels so good against my pussy. "At my mercy? That's not so bad, is it?"
Sean shakes his head, pupils so wide it's like I can see to the depths of his need. "I'm loving it. Tie me up anytime you want."
I glance down at his bare chest and the rapid rise and fall of it. "Can I touch you?"
"Touch anywhere you like."
I don't hesitate. My fingers trail down his pecs, then I count the ridges of his abs. I stop above his jeans and glance at the hard length along his inner thigh. I position myself over it to grind him, rubbing my wetness on the fabric.
He lets out a low groan that drives me wild. "I could use more of that."
I do it again, my body pulsing and aching for more contact. I also love his groans.
"Fuck," he says. "You're soaking me."
He's right. All my juices are seeping into his jeans. I never imagined I could get so turned on, and I start to worry that it's too much. I raise myself an inch.
He shakes his head. "You should keep doing it. It's sexy."
Returning to my position, I grind harder on his thigh and cock until my body is wound tight and desperate for release. Then I lower my fingers to rub where I'm aching and needy.
"Can I taste?" he asks.
I don't even second-guess myself, I just bring my wet fingers up to his lips.
He sucks my juices off, moaning deep in his throat like they taste like heaven.
The sound his tongue and mouth make around my fingers is a blaze setting every inch of me on fire. I alternate which fingers I use to touch myself, grinding and rubbing with one hand while letting him clean the other.
"You're killing me," he says. "But don't stop. You taste sweet."
I'm delirious now, so I exhale his name. "Sean."
"Are you going to come on me, beautiful?"
I nod, moaning.
"One more taste."
I switch hands, pressing my fingers into his mouth and letting him suck while I reach my peak.
The pressure inside me explodes. I grind hard against him, my body finally losing control as the orgasm overtakes me.
It's violent and electric and all-consuming.
I soak his jeans while he keeps sucking the juices off my free hand.
A second wave crashes through me, even harder than the first, making my head tip back as I moan loudly and call out his name.
When I start to come down from the high, feeling drained but ecstatic, I realize my fingers are jammed into Sean's mouth so deep I'm almost choking him.
I pull them out, blushing furiously. "Sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for." His gaze scorches my skin. "I don't mind being choked if I get to watch you come. And I love the mess you made."
I blush again, but this time it's mixed with a feeling of satisfaction.
"What's your color, beautiful?"
I'm so overcome with gratitude for what we just did together, for how much he let me take charge, and for being able to experience my sexuality again without freaking out. I'm so overcome that silly me gets teary-eyed. "Thank you," I whisper instead of telling him 'green.'
Sean shakes his head like I'm missing something obvious. "There's nothing to thank me for. I was the one who got the show. Thank you for trusting me."
His words invade my senses more than anything else tonight and I lose any ability to think. I'm only pure need as I move forward and kiss those soft lips that called me beautiful—lips that made me believe I was beautiful tonight.
Kissing him is sweet and loving and he lets me have complete control over the pace.
I pull back just enough to say, "Green. It's okay to kiss me back and show me what you want. You are tied up after all."
A knowing grin stretches across his face right before he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me with all the passion that’s been wound tight between us.
His tongue is urgent and wild, demanding as it explores and presses deeper, intent on marking me as his.
He tastes like both of us—of so much yearning—and the heat blazes between us like a bonfire.
I didn’t know someone could kiss this way: reckless and hard and utterly devouring. Everything about it makes me shiver.
My body hot again. But I also know this is enough for now; I don't want to risk a sudden panic attack from overdoing it.
I break the kiss, breathless, and glance down at the hard ridge in his jeans. "Um…"
He smirks. "Don't worry about that. I can take care of it."
I let out a soft laugh as I climb off him. I have to force my mind not to picture him 'taking care of it' or I might do something risky, like try to stroke him myself.
I untie the ropes and open the handcuffs. I grab his shirt off the floor and hand it to him.
He puts it on, then we walk to the door together. I can't resist feeling his lips again, so I grab his wrists, holding them down and maintaining control. Lifting myself on my tiptoes, our lips whisper over each other in a sweet caress.
"Good night, beautiful," he says.
"Good night. See you for breakfast."
"Wouldn't miss it."
I close the door behind him and lean against the solid wood. My body is still singing.