“Christ, that was beautiful,” Will murmured, his hand still resting over her throat.
Ivy forced open her eyes, and her gaze fixed on him as she dragged in several desperate lungsful of air. For fuck’s sake. She’d just dry-humped Will like she was a teenager getting off with her boyfriend for the first time.
Will continued to stare at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and his arousal hot and hard against her still quivering pussy. It took all the restraint she possessed not to rub herself against him again. He shifted to lie next to her, but he kept his hands where they were.
There was a tiny thought vying for attention at the back of her brain—something she knew she should be thinking about—but everything about him overwhelmed and distracted her. Like the way he stared at her mouth before his gaze climbed to hers again. The way his hair fell forward, the shadows deepening the green of his eyes. And the way that each breath he took caused his chest to brush enticingly across her nipples.
That tiny thought vying for attention started to move closer to the surface, but the sensation of Will dragging his fingertips from her throat down over the swell of her breasts to her stomach lured it away. As his hand traveled farther still to tease around the waistband of her underwear, the thought almost vanished completely. All she could focus on were his fingers tracing the edge of her panties instead of stroking her aching, needy flesh like she wanted. The earlier orgasm had taken the edge off, but his hands around her wrists and neck had awoken a need in her she’d had no idea existed.
“You know...” he murmured, slipping a fingertip beneath the elastic and lazily toying with her. “I’m not sure you ever answered my question satisfactorily.”
She squeezed her thighs together and tried to ignore the growing ache between them. “You asked me a question?” she gasped as his fingers inched closer to her mound.
A slowly spreading smile curved his lips, and he lowered his head and nipped at the taut peak of her breast through her bra. She stiffened, arching her back toward his mouth. Instead of taking her ever so subtle hint, he simply raised his head and grinned.
“To be fair, you did answer part of it.” He shifted and dropped open-mouthed kisses over her stomach.
“What part?” she groaned as he moved lower.
He turned his head, lifting it slightly and pinning her with his gaze. “That I hadn’t read you wrong—that you’re still attracted to me.”
“Oh. That.” She crossed her feet at her ankles in an effort to stave off the need that was growing by the minute. “Yeah. I answered that.”
Reaching down, he tapped her ankle. “How am I supposed to get my head between your thighs when your legs are crossed, love?”
Shudders wracked her body. “I don’t remember that question,” she said, closing her eyes.
“That’s a new one.” He skimmed his knuckles across the sodden fabric of her panties, and her hips jerked upward, following his far too brief touch. “But I suppose the answer to that question depends on the answer to the other.”
“I can’t remember the question,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut.
He altered positions so quickly that, even if her eyes had been open, she doubted she wouldn’t have been able to follow his movement. When she finally forced herself to look at him, he was straddling her body, resting his ass above her groin. And he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
She swallowed thickly. “What other question?”
He leaned over her, still holding her wrists and his cock tenting the front of his shorts. The damp spot was impossible to miss. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was from him or her.
“Will you give me a chance—give us a chance?”
Her lips parted, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. That’s what that stupid little voice in the back of her mind had been trying to bring to her attention. It all came swirling back, now. He wanted to explore the kinks she refused to admit to. He wanted to see where this attraction between them went. That destination was pretty well obvious. It went straight to the two of them mostly naked and her on the verge of begging him to fuck her. No great mysteries, there.
She moistened her lips. “What would giving you a chance consist of?”
“I’d rather think of it as giving us a chance.” He raised his eyebrows then leaned closer. “I want us to get to know each other better. I want you to be able to explore all the things you think you’ve wanted to try, but that your knob of an ex tried to shame you for. I want to introduce you to things I enjoy. And right now, more than anything, I want to tie you to this bed and bury my face in your cunt.”
“Oh, god,” she breathed. Her pussy clenched emptily, and her skin suddenly felt far too tight.
“So?”
“So?” she repeated, slightly disoriented and more than a little desperate to have him do exactly what he’d just suggested.
“So...tell me what you want, love.”
“I want what you just said,” she blurted.
He leaned over her and ran his lips alongside the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers through her. “You’ll need to be more specific. Tell me what you want.”
“You’re the direct one, not me.” Her words ended on a squeal as he sank his teeth into her earlobe.
He moved his head until she was trapped in his dark gaze. “You’ll learn.”
Lowering his head, he captured her lips, delving into her mouth, stroking and tasting her. She kissed him back, drawing on his tongue and biting at his lower lip.
Finally, he broke away, and stared down at her. “Well?”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I want you to tie me up.”
It was impossible to miss the heat flaring in his eyes. “And?”
She dampened her lips, again. She’d never been good at asking for what she wanted, sexually. And the last time she’d tried had been a disaster. But Will wasn’t Daniel. Will didn’t seem the least little bit weirded out by the things that excited her. In fact, he seemed to crave them as much as she did.
Clearing her throat, she said, “I want you to lick my pussy. And I want you to fuck me while I’m tied up.”
Desire tempered with the strain of restraint showed on his face, and her cunt ached at the sight of it.
“I want your hands around my neck while you fuck me,” she added in a whisper.
His pupils nearly swallowed his irises as he stared into her eyes. Sitting up suddenly, he released her wrists as he glanced around the room, seemingly searching for something. Finally, he grabbed the drawstring from his shorts, untied it and yanked it until it was free of the garment. The fabric slid down his hips as he leaned forward, partially baring him, and he quickly wrapped the cord around her wrists then secured her to the spindles in the headboard.
She gasped as the sensation of being trapped descended over her. He dragged his fingertips down the insides of her arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“I think this first time, we’ll leave just your hands tied. See how you like it.”
If the dampness in her panties was anything to go by, she liked it a lot.
He scooted back, studying his handiwork. His brow furrowed slightly as he stared at her. As suddenly as it had spiked, her arousal faded as the reality of her exposed body hit her. He was realizing now that she looked nothing like the other women he’d dated. She and Will weren’t dating, though. The other women he’d tied up. There, that sounded better. Except for the part where she was found lacking. She tugged at her bindings, wanting to hide.
He trailed a finger down the center of her chest, catching her attention. She didn’t want to see his disappointment, but she couldn’t stop herself from looking anyway.
“Check in, Ivy. What’s wrong?” he asked.
She tried to ignore the color rising to her cheeks. “You look disappointed.”
“Of course, I am.” He grinned. “I tied you up before we got your bra off you. Been dying to get my mouth on those gorgeous tits again.”
She knew that she was dumpy in comparison to those other women, but Will was being kind, and she tried to accept his explanation. She didn’t want to let her insecurities ruin the time she’d have with him. Her gaze followed his down her chest where her breasts strained against the flimsy cups. And down farther where his cock stood out, hard and thick, from his body. Stupid back-clasping bra.
“You could tear it,” she offered, not quite able to believe she’d made the suggestion.
His eyes widened slightly, then settled back into their heavy-lidded expression. “And you were the one who said I imagined your kinks.”
She shrugged as best she could with her arms stretched above her head. “I’ve never liked this one, anyway.”
He gripped the front of her bra, the backs of his fingers resting inside the cups. “You sure?”
“The underwire pokes me.”
He knelt on the bed, lifting himself from her body and gripped the fabric tighter. His shorts slipped the rest of the way down his tightly muscled body, revealing a series of numbers separated by dots tattooed along the curve of his hip. At some point, she’d have to ask him what they signified, but that time wasn’t now. Her mouth had gone dry, from the sight of his cock curving up toward his stomach, the silver piercings glinting in the low light. She hadn’t spent near enough time exploring them earlier. And now, she couldn’t touch him even though she was desperate to.
The head of his shaft was slick with pre-come, and the sight of it made her consider asking him to shove his cock into her mouth. But she couldn’t get the words out before he tightened his fingers on the fabric and yanked. His brow furrowed as he wrenched the material. The bra gave way with a loud tearing sound that settled low in her abdomen, making her stomach flip with dark excitement.
Exposed to the cooler air, her nipples beaded immediately, and Will wasted no time leaning over and drawing one of the aching nubs into his mouth. Her breath left her on a keening groan as he flattened her flesh against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Releasing her, he sat back on his heels and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, watching her the entire time.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, pinching the tight peaks.
She cried out at the sensation, her hips jerking upward, her pussy aching and needing to be filled.
“You like that?” His voice had become gravelly and tight with want.
She nodded.
He did it again, and she squirmed beneath him, needing more. “Ever wear nipple clamps?”
“No.” Her answer was nothing more than a breathy puff of air, but he seemed to understand.
“Do you want to try them?”
She tried to swallow past the sudden lump in her throat as she nodded.
“You’re going to love them.” He paused for a moment and added, “And I’m going to love putting them on you.”
Her gaze fell to his straining cock. More fluid had dripped down his shaft, and a droplet clung to one of his piercings. He definitely seemed to like the idea of the clamps.
She lifted her hips. God, she needed him to fuck her now.
“I bought you some when I was in London. In case you’d be interested.”
Her eyes widened.
“Maybe it was wishful thinking,” he said as he scooted backward. “But I hoped we might get here.”
She felt like she should have some kind of response to that, but she had nothing. Just an aching emptiness that needed to be filled.
“I picked up some other things, too. But as much as I want to show you, right now, I’d rather eat you until you scream.”
Forcing a shuddering breath in through her nose, she closed her eyes. She’d never been so close to coming from the sound of someone’s voice. If there had been a dry spot remaining on her underwear, there wasn’t now.