Chapter 24 Dolly
DOLLY
My inner thighs are soaking wet and trembling with need as I watch him lift my underwear to his face, close his eyes, and inhale.
My jaw drops. He looks like he just took a hit of his favorite drug with the way a groan rumbles out of his bruised chest. Instead of tossing them on the bed, he shoves the yellow lace into his pocket.
I am done for. Nothing can ever compare to this experience for me—ever.
Then his eyes are on me again, blazing with need.
“All right, baby, are you ready to get started with your first lesson?”
My body is on fire, and with the amount of slick arousal seeping out of me, I’m going to need a gallon of water to rehydrate when this is over.
But I never ever want this experience to end. I want Sam to take my body and do whatever he wants with it, whenever and for however long. And I feel utterly pathetic for that fact, but I will deal with the shame later.
“I need your words.”
“Yes, I’m ready. Green.”
He wets his lips, his eyes burning over every inch of my exposed skin. He leans forward, pulling up on the hem of my tank top until it’s all the way up above my breasts, exposing them to the chilly air.
“I’m going to taste these now, okay?” he warns before leaning down and licking my right breast from the bottom crease and all the way up until he brushes over my nipple.
I gasp, bucking against the pleasure and unexpected warmth. No one has ever touched my breasts like this. It sends tingles up my spine.
He does it again to the other side. My eyes roll back in my head, more arousal drenching the blanket beneath me.
He lifts his fingers up to twist my right nipple while his tongue pays special attention to my left one.
I see stars, unable to form coherent thoughts or sentences.
I pull against the rope that’s tied around my wrists, fruitlessly trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensations.
I’m bound and at his mercy. My muscles are tense, my breasts feeling heavy.
He finally switches sides, and it’s somehow better and worse at the same time. My nipples are so raw and sensitive now that I almost want to cry. But it also feels so good. I’m worried I might come from just this part.
“Red or green?” he finally asks, pulling away from me just far enough to look up into my eyes.
I nod. His bright eyes can see every emotion passing over my face.
“Green?” he asks.
I nod, still unable to speak. He dips down to peck my lips with a quick kiss. I want more, but he pulls away.
“I’m going to move lower now, okay? You can kick me in the ribs if you need to, but … please try to stay on the left side, where there’s only one crack.”
I’m struggling against the rope, trying to find a way to ease the ache in my core.
He knows exactly what I need. My sharp inhale follows his touch on my inner thighs.
My eyes find his. I bite my bottom lip, wondering if this is all just a fever dream and I’m about to wake up before the best part.
He spreads my thighs with his hands before licking his lips.
Anticipation bites at my skin. I pull against the rope again, barely able to move my arms an inch.
“Shh, I’m going to use my tongue on your sweet pussy now. You’re going to really, really enjoy this part.” His lips quirk up in a smile, and his voice drops down an octave. “But not as much as I am, Red. Not even close. I want you to relax for me, as much as you can.”
I whimper when he makes the first brush of his tongue over the wet seam of my lips. I’ve used vibrators and different styles of toys, but no product on this planet can perfectly mimic the feeling of a wet tongue. The orgasm is already creeping up inside me.
He uses his hands to open my legs apart even farther, baring me to him. I struggle against the rope, hating that I can’t run my fingers through his curls. I struggle to close my legs, nervous excitement tensing my muscles.
“I want to touch you,” I whine.
He chuckles against me, but doesn’t stop his tongue from ravishing me.
The warm, wet brush of each stroke sends stars circling over my head.
His short facial hair rubs against my skin, creating a delicious scrape of friction.
He licks from the bottom all the way up to my clit before gently sucking on it.
I’m ready to burst from pleasure and my oversensitive parts, my pussy pulsing with every erratic beat of my heart.
His fingers part my lips, fully exposing all my nerve endings to the cool air and him.
“Sam, Sam, Sam …” I pant, moaning his name.
He groans, the rumble sending shivers through my entire body. I’m getting closer to finishing, but I want it to keep going forever. If I’d known sex could feel like this, I would not have waited twenty-three years to try it.
His fingers knead my thighs, which are starting to tremble with my looming orgasm. His tongue licks, tastes, and sucks on my clit like I’m his favorite flavor of pudding, and he forgot a spoon.
“Right there, right there …” I tense up, my muscles going rigid as the waves of pleasure start to wash over me, one by one.
I detonate underneath him, wrestling against the rope as Sam continues devouring me with his tongue, even when I let out a scream as the best orgasm I’ve ever had courses through me.
The heat in my core throbs for a few blissful seconds as I try to regain my ability to think. I’m panting, my arm muscles screaming as the rest of my body sinks against the mattress.
He slowly pulls away, letting the cold air seep in and replace the warmth from his mouth.
Goose bumps prickle the surface of my skin.
He licks his lips, and mortification plunges through me when I see the shiny saliva and arousal around his mouth and in his facial hair.
An overwhelming feeling of being naked, vulnerable, and exposed makes me squeeze my thighs together.
“I—that was … I don’t even know how to describe it.” I’m stammering and breathless.
He runs his eyes over my flushed skin. “How does it compare to the books?”
I narrow my gaze at him, and he laughs. He knows damn well the books can’t make me scream. I’m about to open my mouth to say it when the sound of the front door downstairs creaks open.
“Sam? Dolly?” Duke’s muffled voice travels up the stairs into the bedroom.
Sam’s face blanches as he practically leaps off the bed in a panic. He tries untying me, but the knot has tightened from me yanking against it.
“Shit, shit.”
Duke’s heavy footsteps are bounding up the stairs. Sam’s eyes are wide as he leans down to my face, cupping my cheek.
“I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Go! Shut the door!” I whisper-yell.
Just as I hear my brother reach the top of the stairs, Sam is slamming the door to his bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall, but I still hear their muffled voices as he attempts to sound casual.
“Hey. What’s up, man?”
“Hey. Where’s my sister?”
“Ah, I think she’s taking a nap. She didn’t sleep well at Holden and Rosie’s last night.”
My heart is racing. The uneven beats are nearly driving me into a panic attack. I try struggling against the rope, but it’s no use. Sam knows how to tie a damn knot—that’s for sure. I’ll never get out of this on my own.
I exhale slowly before drawing in a steady gulp of oxygen.
He wouldn’t come in here. Sam will distract him.
“I need to talk to her and you. It’s important—about the lawsuit,” Duke says.
“Go away, go away …” I whisper to myself, growing more panicked when I hear him getting closer.
“Yeah, sure. Why don’t we let her sleep a little longer first?” Sam says.
“Dude, you look like shit.”
“I feel okay. But my ribs are definitely cracked. Hey, why don’t you go downstairs, and I’ll grab a shirt and join you? I think there’s a game on.”
“What game?” Duke replies, his voice growing more faint.
“Go check ESPN. Can’t remember who’s playing. I’m gonna grab a shirt.”
“Do you have anything to eat?” Duke’s voice finally fades away, replaced by his retreating steps down the stairs.
“Check the fridge!” Sam says, right outside his door now.
My heart pitter-patters with excitement when he finally opens the door again and quickly shuts it behind him before twisting the lock. He lets out an exhale before rushing over to me.
“I’m sorry. Are you okay? I tried to get rid of him as fast as I could.” He starts messing with the knot again. “I swear this will come off. It just got tighter with all your movement.”
“Well, that was your fault.”
He grins, looking down at me for a brief second as he brushes a kiss against my lips. “I know, and I’m not done with you yet.”
“It’s my turn,” I say, feeling the ropes loosen and my core tightening again.
“Your turn has to wait.” He finally loosens it enough for me to pull one of my hands out.
“That’s not fair.” I reach for his belt loop.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Your brother will skin me alive and dance on my grave if he catches us.”
“He’ll get over it.”
“No. Absolutely not. Not while this asshole is still out there and everyone’s worried about you.”
His voice is firm, which only turns me on more, especially because his words indicate a possibility of this continuing into the future.
What am I thinking? No. He’s been a dick. This is just for fun … for experience.
No matter how much I try to tell myself that, I can’t stop the little bloom of hope starting to flourish in my chest.