Chapter Twelve

 

I was tied to Dustin “Speed” Reed’s bed, naked and desperate for him. This was all about him touching me, so he’d just said. My pussy was damp, my internal muscles contracting around nothing and my belly was coiled with anticipation.

What girl wouldn’t be feeling like a loaded spring?

He slid the ice cube all around my breasts, not just the nipples but also the outer curves, my sternum and the heavier side slopes, tracing patterns, figures of eight and spirals.

I was hot and cold at the same time. My flesh was goose bumps and hypersensitive. He’d made my breasts his main focus, the area of my anatomy most turned-on.

I writhed and arched for his touch, lost in my own dark world and focusing on him.

I heard a crunch and then his cool lips touched mine. He’d eaten the cube that had slipped over my flesh and then fed me the lingering watery flavor.

“Ready for more?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

Again the chink of ice and then my navel chilled. He kissed my breasts as he made a slippery snaking trail of cold across my belly to my hips and then back to the indent of my stomach.

I tugged at the silk around my wrists, wanting more, needing him to take this thing lower.

He huffed a little, as though sensing my frustration. “Getting impatient?”

“No, I…” My words trailed off as he eased the cube into the thin strip of hair above my slit. “Yes.”

“I’m a generous guy,” he said, “when it comes to pleasure.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

The ice touched my clit. Not briefly, but a hard, solid pressure.

“Oh God,” I moaned, tipping my hips up and then away. “Dustin.”

“I’m gonna make this sweet little go-button of yours deliciously cold and then so burning hot you’ll think you’re on fire.”

Even though I’d wriggled he’d held the ice in place. He’d shuffled downward, too, between my legs, shoving at my inner thighs with his elbows until I was spread open, the tendons in my hips aching the sweetest amount.

“So pretty,” he said. “You should see yourself.”

I squirmed and canted my hips, ready for the ice to move.

He took the hint, set it on a ride down through my folds, every crease and crevice becoming moist and cool. It was like no other sensation I’d ever felt.

He tucked the ice into the first dip of my entrance and placed his lips over my clit, then sucked long and hard.

Now I was glad to be tied down. I’d have hit the ceiling, I was sure. The heat of his mouth pulling me in was like a wild injection of lust into my veins. Hot and cold combined and made me shiver and jerk, thrust my hips for more, pull back because of the burning pressure.

He forced my legs down, stretching me wide, and flicked my clit within the suction of his mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh…” I managed and then squeezed my lips tight together. I was spinning, lost in what he was doing.

His fingers were busy again. Moving that cube around, touching it to the smooth patch of skin between my pussy and my anus.

An orgasm was beckoning. The pressure was building into a deep, profound climax that was getting ready to detonate.

I didn’t know where the ice cube was now. It was just his fingers and his mouth on me. Where he’d learned to work a clit with such skill I had no idea. I wasn’t even sure what he was doing, all I did know was that I didn’t want him to stop. It was too damn good.

A sudden filling in my pussy tipped me nearer to the edge of bliss. My stomach was tight and my chest heaving. I wasn’t sure how much more my spine could bow.

It was there, the topple into ecstasy was inevitable.

I clenched my fists, held my breath and let pleasure rip through my body, giving into it absolutely. He stayed with me, finger-fucking me, drawing my clit into his mouth, rippling his tongue over it as it pulsed. He was pressing on my mound with his palm too, and that seemed to capture my orgasm, hold it there, extend the mind-shattering, consuming delight.

“Oh, oh, fuck, yes,” I cried, thrashing my head from side to side. “Fuck, keep going.”

I was dizzy, everything felt surreal. I wrapped my legs around his back and banged my heels against his torso.

My pussy was throbbing, clamping his fingers. I could feel and hear the moisture weeping from me. It felt as though every muscle in my pelvis was thumping, pounding, my asshole contracted, my inner thighs were tense against his shoulders.

“Ah, ah…” I panted. “I need… Fuck… Dustin… Stop.” I was losing myself. That was it. The sensations were so powerful my body had to have a reprieve.

He lifted up, releasing my clit but keeping his fingers wedged high. I tried to look at him but of course my world was dark behind the silky scarf.

“You come so beautifully,” he said. “Who would have thought my uptight boss lady could be so wanton?”

“Only…wanton…because of what…you’re doing,” I managed.

He chuckled and stroked his thumb over my clit.

A full body tremor shook its way through my torso and limbs. “Oh God,” I groaned.

Suddenly his face was over mine. I could smell myself on his breath and feel his heat on my lips and cheeks.

“If only you could see yourself,” he whispered. “You look amazing, a beautiful, trusting allowing herself to be pleasured. How does it feel to have given yourself up so totally?”

“It…it feels amazing,” I said, lifting my face for a kiss.

He gave it. Still massaging my pussy, he licked over my mouth, my teeth and then tangled his tongue with mine.

I groaned, it was completely uninhibited and I reveled in feeling so comfortable with him that my basic instincts could surface unimpeded.

Eventually he pulled from my pussy.

I was hot, wet, sweaty and panting, and when he tugged at the blindfold I blinked in the harsh light of the room. I’d been lost in my black world, had folded in on myself, shrunk into a mass of sensation and been swept along on a whirlwind of desire, desire that had been stoked and fed by Dustin.

He grinned down at me. His pupils were wide, his lips damp and his cheeks held a red flush. “You okay?”

“Never better.”

He grinned in a way that held more than a smidgen of male pride. But that was okay, he should be proud, that was one hell of a way to make a girl come.

He reached for the binds on my wrists, carefully unraveled them and freed my arms.

“Come here,” he said, rolling onto his side and pulling me close. “You need to catch your breath.”

I happily snuggled into his wide chest and let him envelop me in his thickly roped biceps. He smelled hot and musky and his cock prodded against me.

“But you haven’t…”

“Shh,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “We have all day.”

I sighed, pressed my thighs together and was rewarded with a lingering and pleasurable pulse of orgasm. He was right, we had all day and all night until the real world started calling us back to earth.

Until then…

 

*****

 

I must have drifted off because when I woke I was alone. I stretched out my arms and faced the open bedroom door.

A tap was running in the kitchen. It flicked off and there was the slap of big bare feet on the wooden floor.

Dustin appeared holding two slim glasses of water.

“I thought you’d be thirsty,” he said, walking naked into the room, stopping by the bed and gulping from one of the glasses.

His cock was still rigid, the head almost touched his bellybutton and it was mauve with arousal.

“I am thirsty,” I said, propping onto my elbows and licking my lips, “and it seems you’re in need of something else, too.”

He smiled and passed me a glass. “I’m a patient man.”

“Mmm, I’m not so sure about that.”

“Well, to a certain degree anyway. Every guy has a snapping point.”

I took a sip of water and then placed the tumbler on the bedside cabinet. As I did so the scarves fell to the floor in a slippery, silky slide. I looked at them, tangled and pale on the dark floor and then eyed the three-drawer cabinet.

“I wonder what else is in here?” I said, grabbing the second handle down. “More things we can play with.” I giggled.

He shrugged. “Dunno, take a look.”

The second drawer held a map of the island and a ferry timetable. I quickly shut it. Boring.

The next drawer wouldn’t budge. I tugged harder, almost toppling off the bed in my eagerness.

“Here,” Dustin said, bending double. “Let me.”

He pulled, hard, there was a snapping sound and it flew open, almost off its runners, leaving the shocking contents no place to hide.

We were both silent for several seconds, then Dustin spoke. “Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“No,” I agreed. “And who the hell does it belong to? Why is it here?”

“Fuck knows, seems a lot of people borrow this place. But look, it’s brand new, it still has a price tag on.” Dustin lifted the black harness out of the drawer. The long, black cock attached to it came, too, hanging heavily from a smooth leather pad that resembled the front of a pair of panties.

He held it up and the tip of the cock dangled near my face. It was remarkably detailed with a flared head and a groove where the opening on the tip would be.

“I didn’t know Dad had any lesbian friends,” I said. “That’ll be who the scarves belong to as well.”

Dustin laughed, a great big guffaw. “Lesbians?”

I scowled. “Yes, that’s the sort of people who’ll own this.” I pointed at the strap-on and scooted backward onto the bed, against the cushions. “Because they haven’t got a dick to play with.”

“It’s not just lesbians who use these,” Dustin said, gripping the silicone cock in his fist.

I watched his fingers curling around the shaft and then glanced at his real cock, still engorged and ready for action. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He formed a circle with his thumb and index finger and ran it to the root of the dildo then back to the tip as if jerking it off. “Couples use these… Male and female couples.”

“Oh.” My mind whirred. I’d never really thought about it.

“Yeah,” he said. “It can make things a whole lot hotter.”

There was something about the carnal tilt to his lips and the narrowing of his eyes that told me Dustin thought strap-on play was off-the-scale boiling. I studied the dildo harness again, wondering if it would fit him if he wanted to penetrate me in two holes at once. I wasn’t averse to some rear entry fun, but it looked like a small width on the hips and too delicate for his big body.

“I don’t think it will fit,” I said, “even if you did want to put it on.” I swallowed tightly, wondering at what was being left unsaid between us. Did I want him to double penetrate me? If he did that would be a first for me. Could I do it? Take that and him?

“Me put it on?” He tipped his head to the side and tugged on his bottom lip. I got the feeling he wanted to say more but was stopping himself.

Which was just as well, a spill of thoughts were avalanching in my brain. Eventually I asked, “You want me to wear it?”

He set it on the bed, sat down next to it and took my hand. “You look shocked that I could suggest such a thing.”

“Well, a little…”

He tugged me forward and touched my fingers to his hot cock. “Feel how much I want you,” he said, his voice low and a little gruff. “I want every bit of you, everything you can give me, while we’re here and the rest of the damn world has faded away. This is our moment, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

My heart rate picked up another level as I wrapped my fist around his erection. His shaft was solid and hot, the dead-straight veins engorged and pulsing against my palm. He was right, the rest of the world had faded away.

“I can feel,” I whispered, “how much you need to come.”

He groaned and his eyes rolled slightly. “God, you touching me might have that happening within seconds. You’re so damn sexy.”

“But you want more than just my hand.”

His eyes came back into focus and he set his attention on me.

“What is it?” I asked. “Tell me what you want. How do you want to come?” It was only fair. He’d just given me a top-rate orgasm.

“Will you wear it?” he asked quietly. “The strap-on.”

“And then what?” I knew what, I just wondered if he’d say it in plain English. If he didn’t, that was okay, too, because there was something seriously sexy about the undercurrents swirling within our words.

“What do you think I want to happen then?” He licked his bottom lip and blinked rapidly a couple of times.

“I think you want me to fuck you.”

“Got it in one.”

A ripple of excitement traveled up my spine as images of what he was suggesting filled my mind. “Have you done it before, though? With something like that?” I nodded at the fake cock. “Up your…?”

“At the risk of shocking you, yeah, a few times.”

“Who with?” Not rink bunnies. Please, not just any old lay.

He shrugged as though it didn’t really matter, though of course it did, then said, “My ex. We liked to experiment with what got us going.” He glanced away. “Things might have gone wrong between us relationship-wise, but there were never any issues with our sex life.”

“Oh, I see.” I paused for a moment and studied him. He seemed so vulnerable confessing his history and exposing his desires to me, when he was naked and hungry for sex. It made me soften for him all the more and I was already pretty much a puddle of something scarily like falling for him.

But I did understand exactly what he wanted. Though I was a little surprised that the great Dustin “Speed” Reed was willing to be bent over. Allow someone else to take control and shaft him up the ass.

His turned back to me, grinned and cupped my cheek. “Hey, don’t look so worried, it’s just a bit of fun.” He stroked his thumb beneath my eye. “I’m comfortable enough with my masculinity and my love of women to know that enjoying a little ass play doesn’t make me gay.”

“I can vouch for that,” I said, studying the dark lines that ringed his irises. We were so close and I was still gently caressing his cock. “You definitely like women and you certainly know your way around the female body.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Mmm, I do.” I kissed him softly and slipped my index finger over his slit.

“Ah, yeah,” he whispered against my lips. “Touch me, all over, inside and out. That would make this even fucking hotter, sweet cheeks.”

“Might just be time for me to get acquainted with your sweet cheeks,” I murmured. “Help me on with this thing.”