***Faya***
“Is this really necessary?” I ask as I watch him handcuff me.
Such a strong contradiction as to what went on earlier. After he let me soak in the hot tub again, he brought another towel and dried me off himself. I never experienced a guy toweling me dry. He made sure every inch of my body got an equal amount of attention.
The rough, and from what I’ve seen ruthless, biker was delicate and sweet. Treating me like I was something special. There hasn’t been one word exchanged since. He just guided me toward a large bed and ordered me to lay down.
There’s a feral grin on his face when he lies down next to me and connects the handcuffs to the chain that is looped through his jeans. “We haven’t passed the point of trust yet, Pickles. You need to get there first before you get what you want in return.”
I pin him with a glare. “Oh, and you’re telling me you’re already there? You’re not making any sense with what you do or say, you’re aware of that, right?”
Stupid, asshole, insane to think…
He nods. The asshole nods while his mouth twitches! “I know what I want, and I always get what I want.”
“Obviously,” I mutter, mainly to myself. “Because who the hell would dare to stand up against you?”
“Exactly.” Crane chuckles while he reaches for the lamp on the bedside table and plunges the room into darkness.
Only my hands are near his body, because they are tied to his waist. The rest of me is as far away as I can manage. The bed is against the wall and the only way to get off the bed would involve going over his body. Damn idiot. I can’t seem to wrap my brain around all of this. The last few days have been insane. I can’t even start to make sense of it all.
Slight panic runs through my body, something that rarely catches me off guard, making my body shiver while I swallow at the tightness in my throat. Dammit. The silence of the room we’re wrapped in doesn’t allow anything to go unnoticed.
His arm goes around me and he pulls me flush against his body. “Relax, sweetheart. Nothing’s gonna happen. I promise.”
There’s an edge to his words. A vow. His fingers slide over my hair, gentle strokes, soothing. It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim me. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept. In the last three days I might have caught an hour here and there in the front seat of my car. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt safe enough to give in to sleep. Insane. Because for real…I’m handcuffed to the guy’s pants.
Bright light wakes me. Blinking, I feel the sunlight that warming my face. My cheek is resting on something warm. Crane’s abs. Can you imagine the smell of freshly cut wood, a warm apple covered with cinnamon, and a hint of lime? Those are the things that come to mind when I take a deep breath. It’s Crane’s scent.
It also triggers something inside my body that wants to cuddle tighter against him. Cuddle. As if he’s not a rough biker and an assassin who was sent after me. To kill me. Because let’s face reality here, that’s the black and white version. I should escape, make a run for it, and hide from the rest of the world. And yet I want to cuddle. And have coffee in bed with him. But we all know we can’t have everything we want in life.
Gently, I lift my head and hover on my knees beside Crane. My wrists are still connected to the chain around his pants. Swinging one leg over, I balance myself on my knees, straddling him reverse cowboy while my eyes are on his crotch. A crotch that seems to rise under my gaze. There’s a growl before I feel fingers digging into my hips and I’m pulled back.
“Breakfast in bed,” Crane rumbles. “Fucking perfect.”
My fingers are wrapped around the chain on his jeans. The next instant his tongue is spearing my pussy, lapping up the desire that he’s firing up inside me. His grip on me tightens, bringing me closer to his face as he shakes his head. His beard is creating a friction that has me literally sitting down on his face, rubbing my pussy to chase…
“Aaahhh, Crane…yessss.” My head swarms with pleasure while my pussy spasms, euphoria shooting through my veins.
How the hell does he light me up so damn fast? I slump forward, my cheek resting against his dick that feels amazing and yet it’s locked up tight behind the zipper of his jeans. My fingers make fast work of freeing him. With the feel of his tongue still lazily licking away, I crave to have his taste on my tongue.
It’s only fair, right? Although I have never taken a dick in my hands, or have it even near my mouth for that matter, I’m captivated by the hard, thick length that bobs out from the confinement of his jeans. It’s huge. I mean, I knew it was big when I felt it inside me last night, but…wow. The veins that are wrapped around it…
Leaning forward, I trace one with my tongue. “Feel free to pull my hair when I’m doing it wrong,” I mutter before I close my lips around the tip and slide down.
“Fuuuuuck,” Crane groans as his hips lift off the mattress, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart. Did you really say that?” He rumbles another groan. “Is this a virgin mouth my cock is filling up? Is that what you’re telling me?”
One of his hands is fisting my hair, guiding my head up and down his length.
“Mmmpmmm,” I manage, with my mouth full.
“Hell yes,” Crane snaps before he rips me away from his dick.
I’m stunned, but with my next breath I realize he’s working on getting my hands free. There’s a loud smack as his jeans with the chain around it hits the floor and he’s standing next to the bed. He grabs a pillow and throws it on the floor.
“Get on your knees, Faya. Nose toward the ceiling.” He’s pointing at the floor in front of him.
A shiver of desire grabs hold of my body, igniting the speed I need to place myself before him.
He reaches out and slides his thumb over my bottom lip. “Open up, Faya. This mouth belongs to me. I’m going to fill it up with my cum so you can taste who owns you.”
The smile on his face mirrors pure lust, yet in this very moment, he makes me feel like I’m adored, equally as much as wanted. We just met, how can this be? I’ve never experienced love, but with what he does to me…I like to believe it fits in that category. With the next stroke, I snatch his thumb between my teeth, playfully biting down.
“You have no fucking idea how perfect you are, do you?” he mutters.
He might as well have scorched my heart with the intense heat that radiates from his eyes.