Chapter Nineteen
Brynn
He grunted a tight, animal sound and knelt back up again, slinging the free length of rope between slats on the headboard before catching my wrists again. It was just like when he pinned my arms overhead the last time he fucked me, only even better because it left his hands free to roam back down my body.
"So beautiful," he murmured as he bent his lips to my nipple, catching his tongue around the peak before kissing and licking a long trail back down between my legs.
I grabbed ahold of the rope, holding on for dear life as his tongue found my clit again. This time there was no slow teasing. He worked like a man possessed, each lick a tiny coil of precision, finely calibrated to wrench the maximum number of screams from my lips.
"So hot. So tight," he hissed and then suddenly everything shrank down to a pinpoint and I stared at him with something like tunnel vision as he pushed his jeans down his hips. I squirmed, waiting for him to roll the condom on, needing him inside of me, now. But though he grabbed one from the nightstand, he didn't put it on.
The bed dipped and I watched him kneel over me again. His cock bobbed just in front of my lips and I looked up at him. His eyes were darkly fascinated as he brushed the tip of his cock across my lips.
"Open," he said in that low, thrilling voice, and I did what he said. He rasped out a low, guttural noise as I opened my mouth and slid my tongue over the head of his cock. "You like that?" he asked.
I nodded, moaning a little down in my throat.
He bent down, grasping the headboard, his hips straining as I swirled my tongue around him. "Seeing you like this," he hissed, "tied up, your mouth full of my cock..." He trailed off as I took him in deeper. "I could just fuck your hot little mouth this way." I moaned again, loving this and not entirely certain why. "I could come right here in your mouth, make you swallow every little bit, but you want me to fuck you, don't you Brynn?"
I nodded and moaned again, but I couldn't seem to stop working my mouth over his cock. The way he felt, heavy on my tongue, his scent filling my lungs had me moaning so loud I was nearly singing. It took Rett's hand in my hair, wrenching my head back with an audible pop to get me to stop sucking him.
"Fuck, Brynn," he growled, slamming his mouth against mine. I heard him tear the condom wrapper and my heart thudded in my ears. Then with another growl he moved down, rolling the condom expertly down his length before he knelt between my legs again.
"Lift your hips," he said. I did and he caught me under the ass. "Wrap your legs around me."
When I did, he was right there, slipping inside of me, inch by tortured inch. He growled something about ruining again and sank his fingers into my flesh, yanking me to him and burying himself inside of me
I threw my head back between my bound arms and grabbed ahold of the headboard as he began to fuck me and I knew all at once that all his careful attention and composed orders were over. He'd been holding back for me, easing me into this, but this... this was what I'd come here for. This wild unleashing of this man. He was fucking me, giving me everything he had, his hands holding me in place so he could go deeper, deeper, so fucking deep.
"Don't come yet," he ordered me and I have no idea how he thought he could ask that because I was right there already. "You come with me," he said, "and I'm not ready for this to be over yet."
I whined and lifted myself up higher against the headboard, suddenly developing superhuman strength in my desperate need. I gritted my teeth and ground myself into him in frustration and he chuckled low and dangerous. "That's not going to help you, sweet girl. Seeing you frustrated and wanting it is only going to make me draw this out longer."
He lowered my hips down, and knelt upward, pressing my legs back. My eyes went wide at the different angle, the way the curve of his cock caught that secret place inside of me. "Oh god, Rett, please," I whispered, my throat raw from screaming, from coming so fucking hard.
In a second his eyes were only inches from mine. "Yes, Brynn," he gasped. "Tell me what you want."
"I want to come!" I exploded.
His eyes flashed and widened. He knelt back up and held my gaze as he reached down and pressed his thumb against my clit.
I burst upward even as he thrusted himself deep inside of me and I didn't think anyone had ever been deeper, it's almost like he became a part of me. And he was shouting and I was coming and suddenly we were both falling, only the ropes holding me. But he was holding me even tighter and the last thing I screamed before my words dissolved into babble was his name.
Rett curved over the top of me, hips still jerking tiny tremors even as we both lay still. For a moment, I floated in a weightless exhaustion, dead to the world until one by one my senses come back.
First my hearing and the sound of his heartbeat — or was it mine?
Second came taste, and the bright copper in my mouth from where I'd bit my lip too hard — or maybe he had?
Third came smell and the mingling scents of our bodies and the musk of sex filling the room.
Touch had always been there, and the sting of the ropes on my skin finally brought me back to myself.
When finally my sight returned, the first thing I saw were green eyes searching mine.
And I smiled.