Bound to Ignite (South Jersey Bound Series) (6 page)

“Jillie, I need to pull out.” His voice was gravelly and rough.

She made a rasping sound of protest and tightened her lips. In and out and in and out, she swayed. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to taste him, every last drop.

“Jil, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth…”

Giving silent permission, she sucked his shaft so far back into her throat she wouldn’t have any choice but to swallow when he came. His hand locked her into place, and his balls pulsed against her lips.

He burst in mindless quakes. She drank his tart, salty cum and swallowed as he called out her name. She waited for his passion to subside with a smile on her lips and heat in her belly.

****

Eric was lightheaded. He hadn’t planned to shoot his load so soon, but he’d never forget the feel of Jillie convulsively swallowing around his cock. She’d had taken him so deep in her throat that he thought she might gag. He’d never been deep-throated before.

Still, he shouldn’t have acted so green. He’d meant to save his cream for a proper fucking. In utter exhaustion, he collapsed onto the floor. He leaned back on his elbows to admire his Jil. Her lips were smeared with saliva and the remnants of semen. Her hair clung to her cheeks in sweaty disarray.

She was gorgeous, tied like a naughty harem wench, stretched and bent with a small flush of triumph dusting her skin. He wanted to savor this image—Jillie as his beautiful little serf. He wasn’t ready to end the game. If she was, he’d just have to convince her otherwise.

She strained against his tie. She wanted to be released.
Fat chance
. He stood.

“Very good, Jil.”

He stroked her head and then strode without even a hint of modesty toward the bathroom.

“Sir?” she queried. Then, a little louder, “Eric?”

He smiled as he closed the bathroom door. Ah, let her wiggle a bit.

A wedding, a spanking, two orgasms given and one received.
So much for a good day’s work.
He washed his hands, running cool water over his still-smarting palm. He cupped his hand and splashed cooling dampness into his hair and onto his neck. He shook his head at his refection.

You know you’re hot. And, that hint of grey in your hair only makes you look better.

He chuckled. Somehow, his salt-and-pepper hair didn’t bother him as much anymore.

Since he’d moved back to Jersey last year, he’d resolved to have her. But he’d meant to take his time, to do it right. And, for the last nine months, renovating his house had demanded too much of his attention for him to contemplate romantic strategy. He never would have thought she would end up seducing him.

Jillian had always been unpredictable, but this took the cake.

He turned on the hot water. While he waited for his old water heater to cough up a suitable temperature, he opened his medicine cabinet and looked for something to soothe her blistered butt.

He chose some aloe vera cream he’d bought after a fishing trip had left him with a nasty burn. He soaked two towels in the steaming hot stream of water, then rung them out.

“What the hell, Eric?” she called.

So much for pure submission
. He grinned.

Lording over Jil like some depraved, medieval knight made him hot and carnal, but he would never hurt her or even try and break her. He loved her; she was as necessary to his existence as breath. He wasn’t even sure where the scolding he had given her earlier came from. He certainly hadn’t planned it. He frowned into the mirror. How far could they take this? He shrugged off the question. Right now his woman was tied to the foot of his bed and needed some TLC.

“There now,” he called, kicking open the door. “Patience, remember?”

She scowled.

“What’s the problem, Jil?”

“I’m getting cold.” She cast her eyes downward. “I thought you might leave me here, while you took a shower…or something.”

He crouched on his haunches.

“I wasn’t going to leave my good girl for long, especially after she did such a fantastic job.” He wiped her face. “But, you aren’t to question me, remember?”

“Yes.” She swallowed as if there were a lump in her throat. “Sir.”

He cradled her head against his chest and smirked, away from her view.

“I’m going to untie you and then I want you to lie on the bed—on your stomach. Do you understand?”

He released her wrists and she undulated across his sheets exactly as directed and his blood surged. The sight of her glowing red ass made him crazy happy.

Over the years, he’d imagined many different ways to get Jillian into this very bed, but soothing her after a spanking had never been one of them.

Ain’t life grand?
He wiped the back of her neck and then he eased the towel down her back. He lifted it and wiped the back of her legs, making sure the towel was cool enough not to cause discomfort by the time he draped it over ass. She gasped, and then sighed.

He crawled onto the bed and leaned onto his elbow, giving time for the warmth to do its work. The towel sagged into her ass crack as she relaxed. He ran
an idle hand up her inner thigh, listening to her breathe.

Jillian Louisa Daniels is spread eagle, face down on my bed.

His balls tightened and sparks of a second stirring shot through his groin. Impossible…after only, what, fifteen minutes? He meant to keep her in his bed for quite some time. He wanted to straddle her like a dominant lion and bite into her exposed neck. He shook off the notion:
too far
.

Clearing his throat, he gently removed the towel and squirted a cool mass of aloe vera into his palm. He kneaded the gel into her smooth, round, wiggling curves.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Umm hum,” she murmured into the mattress.

Her ass sure felt good to him. And the aloe did double work on his smarting palm. He hoped she wouldn’t want sessions like the one they shared earlier too often, or he’d have to start using implements. After all, his palm had a hell of a lot less cushioning than her ass.

He let his hand glide into the darkness of her crack. He shook his head. She was wet and ready, again. Her ass may not be able to take the friction, but her body was aching for release.

He glanced down at his dick, already at half-mast. He flopped onto his back and placed his hands behind his head. Would he ever get enough of her? He wasn’t sure.

“Straddle me, love,” he murmured.
“When you are ready.”

She stretched to her side and smiled seductively. A sight that made his cock tingle and his chest tighten. She rose to her knees and flung her leg over his thigh. Her shy eyes were submissive, yet coy.

He traced her breasts with his fingertips, painting slow, spiraling twirls.

“Do you know what I think?” he asked.

“No, but I’ll bet your mind is in the gutter.”

He swatted her rump, very lightly.
“Sass!”

“Ow!” she yelped, shivering throughout her body.

He rolled her nipple between the tips of his fingers, locking his eyes on hers.

“I think that your nipples are so sensitive…”

Her thighs squeezed as he continued to rub her breasts.

“…I bet you could come by stimulation here alone.” He feigned a lazy, academic interest. “What do you think?”

“Umm,” she moaned, “I don’t think so. I think I’ll just get wetter and wetter.” She closed her eyes and parted her lips.

He burned that image of her into his mind. “Let’s try.”

“No…it’s too much.”

He raised a brow and frowned.

She sighed. “Yes, sir.”

Desire flashed across the curve of her lips. He taught himself her preferences by noting which rubs and pinches caused small, involuntary jerks of her thighs. He nibbled and licked his way around one darkened nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.

“Eric, sir. Oh, God, please…please…” she whined. “I need your cock.”

He smiled and focused on her shivering lower lip. He squeezed her nipples until she wailed with frustrated need. The sound sliced through his stomach.

He wanted to fuck…now. He couldn’t massage both his testicles and her breasts, so he abandoned his nipple torture experiment to another day.

“I need a condom.” His voice was hoarse and thin.

“I’m on the pill,” she panted.

He froze. She offered something huge. Did she mean to say she wanted a relationship after all? Maybe, but now was definitely not the time to talk and he wasn’t going take that risk unless they’d committed. He reached over his head, and without looking, pulled a condom from his drawer.

“Pill or no, I won’t put you at risk for pregnancy or anything else.”

He handed her the package and she ripped it open.

“But thank you,” he said, pulling her face down so he could kiss her.

She nodded. With careful fingers, she rolled the rubber down over his erection.

He cupped the back of her upper thigh, urging her up. Her breasts bounced with each quick, light pant. She stared down at him, exposed by passion. Her juice spilled, hot and slick, over his knuckles. Between her legs and just below her engorged cunny, his cock pulsed.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

“No movement until I say,” he commanded, guiding his cock into position. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”
She nodded, poised but trembling.

“Lock your arms behind your back.”

She straightened her shoulders and clasped her palms as she threaded her fingers together. Once she stilled, he spread the lips of her cunt apart with two careful fingers.

“Now,” he purred, “lower your pretty little snatch over my dick and ride me.”

She eased downward while her pussy clutched his cock.
Heaven.
He steadied her with his grip on her thigh.

She slid up and down, propelled by the power of her thighs. Blinding pleasure exploded through his body, but he wanted more. He pulled her upper body against his, wanting to feel the pebbly scrape of her nipples against his chest. She moaned as her hot, damp skin met his.

With the last of his concentration, he made sure he angled so her clit skimmed against the base of his shaft. Then, he stopped thinking altogether. All that remained was her skin’s silken heat and the sound of her breath as she mounted toward climax. Her muff clenched, milking his cock with unbelievable pulses of heat and wetness.

He held on as long as he could, but his sense of time and movement ceased. With his harshest, grinding thrust, he felt her break into orgasm. Her body sagged into his.

“Ah…ah…ah,” she sobbed, shaking.

One last, hard, upward drive was all he needed.

Drifts of tingling shock rippled through his abdomen, stiffening his legs. In a dark, still place his body suspended. He was trapped without air.

“Jillie,” he gasped as he came in a burst of burning, rapid-fire sparks.

Growling, he closed his eyes and he clasped her against the light perspiration on his chest and buried his face between her breast and arm. Her heart beat in his ear.

I love you, Jillian.
His soul stretched to transparency and offered his heart the words, but they died in his throat. He could not find his voice.

****

Jillian relaxed on Eric’s body, moving with his breath, rocking rhythmically like a ship on soft and rolling waves. She clung to his shoulders like she was afraid of drowning. Her cheek pressed into his skin and she focused on the wood paneling, fighting the desire to tell him she loved him.

She had come into his home for a spanking and, perhaps, a fuck, but what happened was more than either of those things. Her reaction was still too new to parse. Her thoughts were more scattered than her clothing.

She sighed. What did she know? The man cradling her so tenderly was one of her oldest friends, yet they might as well have been strangers.

A cord binding them always existed, but tonight she was aware of a new and stronger connection. Unfortunately, she didn’t know what the hell to do with it.

Entangled in his muscled limbs, his peace stole her worries. His warm arms crossed her protectively. Sleep weighted her eyelids. There would be time to think, later.

****

“Wake up, Jil.”

Eric’s deep voice roused Jillie from a comforting slumber. His lips grazed her neck. She smiled.

“Jillian, we have to get your things from the hotel,” he prodded.

“The hotel?” she murmured. “I don’t have to check out until morning.”

“It is morning, love,” he said.

Her
groggy senses sprang to life.

“Shit!” She sat up in a flash, forgetting her bruises. “Ah
Shit
!”

She rolled to her side. Her bottom still smarted, but he winced as if he were the one in pain.

“Do you want some more aloe?”