Natasha

Haring’s head drops between my thighs, and I know what Heaven is. He is one talented man, and I force myself not to think about all the practice he’s had, and let the feel of his mouth on me take over. His tongue slides up and down, from my clit to my opening, letting his teeth play a little too. And don’t even get me started on how good that beard of his feels as it rubs over my skin. I am so wet and ready, after having his mouth all over my body, and it’s not going to take much work to get me to release.

Just looking at my breasts, covered in bite marks, takes me to the edge of orgasm. I’ve never let a man mark me up, but I let Haring do it without question. I’m about to let him tie me up, and that’s not something I ever thought I’d willingly do, either. This man is making me re-think so many things, and it’s a dangerous line I’m walking down the middle of.

“Where’d you go, Vixen?” Haring asks, looking up me with concern.

His mouth is covered in me, and he’s still fully clothed, making this the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Sorry. Just got lost in my thoughts for a moment.”

“Don’t apologize. I can stop if you don’t like it.”

“I love it. Please don’t stop.”

“You’re sure?”

I lean forward and pull his mouth to mine for a quick kiss. “Yes.”

He kisses his way back down, and I don’t think of anything except what he’s doing to my body. It doesn’t take him long to bring me back to the edge, and right over it. I’m surprised my back didn’t break with how hard it was bowed as I came. I didn’t see stars, because everything went blinding white, and everything’s still a little blurry when I finally open my eyes again.

“There you are,” Haring says, wiping his hand over his mouth.

“You’re very good at that.”

“I know,” he says, returning to the cocky ass I met the first night in the bar.

“You sure know how ruin a moment,” I tell him, moving to get out of bed.

He scrambles onto the bed, and pulls me to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Somewhere I’m appreciated.”

“You think I don’t appreciate you? That I’m not so fucking thankful you’re choosing to be here with me?”

I shrug, because I’m still naked, and he’s still clothed. It was sexy when he had his mouth on me, but now, it makes me embarrassed. “I’m at a little disadvantage here.”

“What? Oh, damn. I didn’t think about that.”

Haring pulls us both to our feet, and has his shirt over his head in seconds. Wow. His chest is a playground, full of ridges, bulging muscles, and just the right amount of hair. I want to suck on his nipples, and bite his abs, but then his shorts are gone. I was so distracted by his muscles that I don’t know where they went. Honestly, I don’t fucking care, as I continue to take him in.

I get a few seconds to see how his boxer briefs hug his body, before they are whisked away as well. And that’s when my mouth doesn’t know what to do. It’s dry for a few seconds, and then it’s watering—wanting the beautiful cock in front of me inside of it. My pussy wants it too, and I’m not sure who’s going to win this battle.

“I want it,” I blurt out, covering my mouth immediately after. I’m not shy about sex, or wanting it, but I’m usually less blunt.

“It’s all yours,” Haring says, stroking himself, as liquid leaks from the tip.

I lean forward, and catch the drops on my tongue, moaning in ecstasy. I think my mouth might win, but then he’s on me. I’m lifted to the top of the bed, and my hands are shackled, before I can even protest. Not that I would, because I told him he could do it. I don’t want it, but I agreed to it.

I can do this. I can. Haring wants it this way, and I want to give it—me—to him the way he wants me. He’s not going to hurt me. If I keep telling myself all these things over, and over again, maybe I’ll be okay. Maybe.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know. I believed you when you promised.”

“I almost came when I was worshipping your body, and I’m feeling a little wild, but I can go slow if you need that.”

“I don’t. Fuck me hard, and rough.” The quicker it’s over, the quicker he’ll release me.

“Soft later.”

“Maybe.”

“Oh, we’re not stopping at once, Vixen. Once will never be enough with you.”

I can’t help but smile. “I meant maybe we’d be soft later. You’re not getting rid of me after one time, Mr. Kingston.”

Haring

She looks like a wet dream come true, all spread out on my bed, with her hands bound. She seemed a little nervous when I took out the restraints, but now she’s looking at me like I’m the answer to her prayers. I’ve never had anyone look at me like this, and it’s making that caveman rise back to the surface. This woman is mine, and I’m going to ruin her for every other man on this planet.

She told me I could take her hard, and I do. After covering my cock, I kneel on either side of her, lift her legs to wrap around me, and thrust deep inside of her. So damn deep. Oh God, I don’t want to leave. Ever. I want to stay buried inside of Natasha for the rest of my life.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, because I haven’t moved.

“No. You feel so fucking good, cocooning my cock like your pussy was made for me. I want to last, but if I move, I’m going to be coming.”

“Move, Haring.”

I look her in the eye, and I see what I’m feeling reflected in her eyes. I don’t stop looking at her as I take her rough, and hard. I come fast, like I told her I would, and she thrust her hips up, helping me keep the aftershocks coming.

We’re both panting hard as I free her hands, and we hold onto each other for a few minutes. I have to get up, and take care of the condom, but I make my way back to her as soon as possible, because I feel somewhat lost without her in my arms.

“Are you okay?” I ask, as I curl myself around her, kissing her wrists.

“My wrists don’t hurt.”

“That’s a pretty specific answer. Do you hurt somewhere else? Did I hurt you?”

I’m a little panicked now, because the thought of hurting her about kills me. I can’t hurt her. I just can’t.

“No, I liked it.”

Liked, not loved. “You didn’t come.”

“I didn’t, no. But you made me come with your mouth, so don’t think you left me wanting.”

She doesn’t want me? It wasn’t good? My battered ego is trying to wrap my head around these thoughts, and figure out a way to do better. Shit. How the fuck do I do better? I’ve never had complaints about my fucking before. Not once.

Natasha is kissing me, before I even realize she’s moved. Her mouth is moving over mine, sliding softly. I’m still not sure what’s going on, so I don’t kiss her back. Not when her tongue licks at the seam of my lips, or when her teeth nip. I stay still as a statue, until she pulls back, and I see the hurt in her eyes.

“I should get dressed.”

“No, stay,” I implore her, cupping her face in my hands. “Please stay.”

“You say the words, but you’re not acting like you want me to stay.”

“My ego’s feeling a little bruised, and it’s making me behave like an ass, but I want you here.”

“What? Is it because I didn’t come? I’ll never come when I’m restrained, but that’s on me, not you.”

“Something happened to you.” I don’t ask, because I can see it in her eyes.

“Yes.”

“What happened to you? Who do I need to kill?”

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet, but you’re not going to kill anyone. Just be with me. I promise you make it better.”

“I wouldn’t have done that if you’d said no. I just thought you were nervous.”

“I let you do it, because I know you wanted it. You can do it whenever you want, as long as you ask me first.”

“I’ll always ask.”

“Then we’re good. Now, kiss me, please.”

I do as she asks, taking her mouth the way I took her body, hard and rough. I’m devouring her like my life depends on it, and she’s right there with me. Her hands are pulling my hair, and she’s rubbing over my cock, which is coming back to life against her. Round two is going to start soon, and I can’t fucking wait.

No restraints this time, and I’m looking forward to Natasha losing her mental restraints as well. I want her wild, like she was with my mouth on her. As I roll another condom on, and she climbs onto me, I know this time is going to be even better than the first. I also know it’s not going to be the last.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but I’m going to hold onto her for as long as she lets me. Forever doesn’t seem too long right now, and if that’s not enough to scare me, nothing will. Nothing, and no one. Not even them.