Holy fuck.
Holy. Fuck.
Natalie Nixon, good girl next door, was naked, blindfolded, and tied up in my closest.
Just seeing her standing there, arms over her head, back arched, her fair skin radiant in the dark, that head full of tousled blonde hair that always looked like she’d just been fucked…I nearly shot my load right then. But I didn’t want to rush—I wanted to tease her, savor her, linger over every inch of her perfect body. What if I never had this opportunity again?
I walked out of the closet and through my room in case she could hear my steps, but then I fucking bolted down to the kitchen, where I pulled a bottle of my favorite Kentucky bourbon and a glass from the cabinet. If I’d had whipped cream or chocolate syrup or anything else to eat off her body, I’d have brought that too, but I was me, so I had nothing but Cap’N Crunch and Doritos, which I didn’t think would be too sexy. But the bourbon would be delicious licked off Natalie’s vanilla skin…fucking hell, I was so excited my legs were shaking as I ran back to the stairs and darted up three at a time. I slowed down when I got near the closet—just to torture her a little.
“You’re back,” she said.
“Yes.” I moved past her into the bathroom and turned on the light, so I could see her a little. Her rosy pink nipples were puckered, and her chest rose and fell with labored breaths. Oh, fuck, I want her.
“Well, now that you have me like this, what are you going to do?” A hint of nerves edged beneath her tone, and it made me fucking crazy. My cock was like steel in my pants.
“I’m going to have a drink.” I pulled the cork from the bottle of bourbon, and she turned her head in the direction of the pop. I poured a couple fingers and set the bottle down.
“A drink?”
“Yeah. Want a sip?”
She smiled hesitantly. “Sure.”
I lifted the glass to her lips, then kissed her, stroking her lips and tongue with mine, tasting the honey-sweet bourbon on them. Then I poured a little just beneath her collarbone and watched it run down her breast. Her mouth fell open and she gasped while I licked the rivulet just as it reached her nipple, swirling my tongue around the stiffened peak, washing it in bourbon. I did the same on the other breast, and she moaned lightly when I sucked her nipple into my mouth, rubbing the hard tip with my tongue.
Next, I poured some down the center of her chest, watching it flow between her breasts and down her belly. I dropped to one knee and flattened my tongue just above her clit, and licked all the way up her body long and slow, up the underside of each breast, up her throat, tracing the shell of her ear. Her entire body shivered. “Oh my God, I want you,” she whispered. “You’ve got me desperate for you.”
I was desperate for her too, but I wasn’t finished yet.
“Turn around,” I told her.
She turned, presenting me with the most beautiful series of curves any man has ever seen. From the rounded lines of her arms and shoulders to the arc of her back to the flare of her hips, she was perfection. I poured the rest of the bourbon at the base of her neck and watched it cascade down her back and disappear in the crack of her ass. Getting to my knees, I set the glass aside. “Now spread your legs like a good little slut.”
She did as I requested, arching her back, and I licked and sucked the bourbon from her pussy to her ass, making her quiver and moan. I fucked her with my tongue, reaching around to rub her clit with one hand while the other held her trembling legs apart. “God, you taste so fucking good. I could do this all night.”
“I love it,” she breathed. “I love your mouth on me.” She rocked her hips against my hands and tongue, her sighs coming closer and closer together, her voice rising, until finally she cried out in rapture, her body going slack.
“Miles,” she said weakly. “I might pull this bar right out of the wall. I can’t stand up.”
I dragged my tongue up her ass as I stood. “Need something to sit on?” I asked, unzipping my jeans and shoving them down. My cock burst out of my pants like a jack-in-the box.
“Yes. Please,” she panted. “Do it.”
She was soaking wet from my mouth as well as her own desire, so my cock slid easily inside her. Both of us groaned as I grabbed her hips and buried myself deep. Oh, fuck, that body. The muscles in her back. That ass. I wanted it for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day of my life. Digging my fingers into her flesh, I watched myself move in and out of her, slowly but forcefully. Each thrust was punctuated by a gasp from her as I tested the limits of how far I could go.
I’d planned on teasing her a little more, playing a game, making her wait. But with my cock so hard and her pussy so wet and her ass so pretty, I lost all control. My body moved purely on instinct. “Christ,” I snarled, fucking her hard and deep, so hard she rose up on her toes with every thrust. “I want to come on your ass.” I wanted to come inside her too, but that ass. And she was so vulnerable and helpless, bound and blindfolded like she was—even if she said no, I could still do it. She couldn’t stop me. Was I a total fucking asshole because that turned me on?
I needn’t have worried.
“Yes!” she begged. “Do it.”
“Fuck!” My balls tightened up and I waited until the last possible second before I pulled out and took my cock in my fist, working my hand up and down as I came all over her.
I swear I lost vision.
I might have lost my hearing too.
When I could see again, I flattened a palm on her upper back and blinked in amazed, grateful disbelief at the sight of what I’d just done to her. Truthfully, I’d done dirtier things to other girls, but it hadn’t felt nearly so illicit. Doing this stuff with Natalie was like stealing a priceless work of art and getting away with it.
If only I could keep it.
But I couldn’t. I had to give her back the day after tomorrow, which meant that I had only one more day and night to spend with her.
Unless…
No. Don’t start making any promises you can’t keep. This sweet, beautiful girl you adore just let you tie her up in your closet, lick bourbon off her body, and come all over her ass. She’s your friend. Enough.
Gently I slipped her wrists from the tie I’d used to bind them and pulled the blindfold off as well. Taking her hand, I led her into the bathroom where I ran the shower, slipped in beside her, and washed her off from head to toe.
Clean and damp, we slid between the sheets of my bed and snuggled up together, her head on my chest, her leg over my waist. I put an arm around her shoulders and a hand on her thigh, pressing my lips to her head as we drifted off to sleep.
It felt so good. What the fuck was the matter with me that I didn’t want this forever?
• • •
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of rain against the window. Immediately I felt around for Natalie, but she wasn’t there. I reached for my glasses, and once they were on I saw her standing at the window peeking out the side of the shade, stark naked.
I was speechless. She looked so beautiful in the soft gray light filtering through the shade. My plan had been to let her sleep in and go get us some breakfast, but I’d woken up semi-hard and now the sight of her had me at full mast.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. “Morning.”
“Morning.” My voice cracked, but something inside me was cracking too.
“It’s raining.”
“I hear it. What time is it?”
“A little after nine. I thought I’d sleep more, but I’m so used to getting up early, I can’t help it. Hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t. Come here.” My entire body was aching for her. This was so uncool.
But I had to have her near me.
With the smile still on her face, she came back to bed, sidling up next to me. “So what do you do with your rainy days?”
I took off my glasses and set them aside. “Usually, I write. Go to the gym. Hang out. I was thinking of going to get us some breakfast just now. I don’t have much food here.”
“I know,” she said, giggling as she threw that arm and leg over me again. “But I don’t think you should go out like this.” She rubbed her inner thigh over my dick, making me groan. “And we can’t let it go to waste.”
Climbing on top of me, she straddled my hips and looked me right in the eye as she licked her fingers and touched herself.
“Jesus, Natalie. Do you want me to shoot my load in my own eye?”
She laughed, getting up higher on her knees and taking my cock in her hand. “No. Although it might be funny to watch.”
“It would be pathetic and juvenile, trust me. Oh, God.” I had to close my eyes as she placed the tip of my cock between her legs and slid down one inch at a time until I was entirely sheathed. It was too much. I twitched inside her.
“Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
“Look at me, Miles.”
I opened one eye, and she dropped her chin and smiled devilishly, one blue eye peeking out from behind her hair. “No. You’re too fucking hot. I’ll come too fast this early in the morning.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Trust me. I will embarrass myself.”
“I know you. You always make sure the girl comes first. Isn’t that your rule?” She put her hands on my chest and began to circle her hips, sighing with pleasure.
“I try,” I said weakly, unable to resist putting my hands on her tits. She closed her eyes as I teased her nipples into stiff little peaks. “But you’re messing with my rules right now. And I have no control over this situation.”
She leaned forward, grabbing the headboard and putting her breasts in front of my face. “That’s because I have it.”
As she rocked her hips over me, moving at just the angle and rhythm she wanted, I buried my face in her tits and tried to pace myself. But my usual tricks weren’t working. I couldn’t concentrate on anything that wasn’t sexy—for fuck’s sake, who could? And then she started talking. Talking!
“God, Miles, fucking you is like nothing I have ever felt.”
“Yeah?” Giving up on holding back, I grabbed her hips and watched her. Her skin was flushed and warm, her breathing fast, and I prayed she was as close to orgasm as I was. “Tell me.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it. All day yesterday I felt like a fiend because I just couldn’t wait to get you inside me. I couldn’t wait for you to make me come again.”
My cock pulsed with need. “Oh, Jesus.” Reaching between us, I rubbed my thumb over her clit in tight little circles. “I love making you come. I love watching it. I love feeling it happen.”
“Yes!” she cried, her eyes closing, her body thrashing above mine. “It’s so good—I can’t—I can’t—”
I could tell she was right there, and I was about to explode, so I lifted my hips, pushing even deeper inside her and she screamed so loud, I thought the walls shook, or maybe it was the climax that thundered through my body at that moment, paralyzing me as I came inside her in powerful, surging throbs.
When the tremors subsided, she pitched forward and collapsed on my chest, her skin warm and soft.
I ran my hands up and down her back. “I like when you take control.”
She laughed softly. “Me too.”
Our breathing synced, and I was lulled by the feeling of our lungs and chests moving in tandem. Again, I closed my eyes and wished that things were different. That I trusted myself not to be an asshole to her. That I was the kind of guy who’d pick a place and settle down, like she had. Be a husband. Be a father. Be a grown up.
How the fuck did you even go about it?
And did she even want that from me?
I had no idea, and I was too scared to ask.
What if the answer was no?