Explosive (25 page)

“It’s a massage oil as well as a lubricant,” he explained as he rubbed his right forefinger and the middle finger into the small amount he’d poured into his left palm. Sophie’s breath froze in her lungs when he reached toward a heaving breast. Very slowly . . . very sensually, he rubbed his fingertips over the nipple.

She moaned and tried to shift her hips to get pressure on her pussy. She was trapped beneath Thomas’s weight, however. He continued to rub the jasmine-scented oil all over the tip of her breast until the nipple was pointed and hard. Then he transferred his attentions to the other crest.

Sophie began to sweat when he picked up the dildo. He pressed the vibrating tip to a nipple.

“
Oh
,” she cried out. The cock tip pulsed erotically next to her slippery nipple. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, but almost equally exciting was the image of Thomas holding the big cock on her breast and watching her face for a reaction.

“Feel good?” he asked, his voice like a low, rough purr.

Sophie wriggled beneath him, desperate to get friction on her spread pussy.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Why are you twisting around so much, then? Try to relax, Sophie. Don’t struggle against it.”

She clamped her eyelids shut and willed herself to keep still as pleasure roared in her flesh.

“That’s right. Just give into the feeling,” she heard him say. She bit her lip when she felt him touch her other nipple with the palm of his hand, spreading the massage oil. Then his fingertips were stimulating that crest as well, plucking at the responsive tip, making her nipple distend and sending spikes of pleasure down to her pussy.

After torturing her nipples in this manner for several moments, the tension in her wet pussy mounted until it felt unbearable. The air-conditioned air seemed to have thickened around the juncture of her thighs. It felt as if it licked and teased her exposed tissues. It drove her mad.

She pulled on her wrist restraints in rising desperation, her back arching up off the bed. She gritted her teeth and tried to shift her hips. Thomas paused when he heard her moan of frustration.

“Shhhh,” he soothed. He shifted his weight down her body. Sophie’s groan only increased when she felt the thin stream of pre-cum he trailed along her skin as his cock slid down her abdomen.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said. “I’m not trying to taunt you, Sophie. I just want to make you feel good.”

“It does feel good,” she told him in a choked voice. “It feels
too
good.”

She opened her eyelids in time to see his small smile. Her eyes remained glued to it as he lowered the dildo and pressed it to her ribs. She shivered at the sensual vibration.

“Look at your nipples.”

Sophie glanced down. She’d never seen her nipples more dark or distended. She tried to shift her hips again, aroused by the vision of Thomas tickling her ribs with a big cock, but this time Thomas’s weight held her firmly down onto the mattress.

“Thomas . . .
please
.”

“I know what you want, Sophie. And I’m going to give it to you.”

All of her muscles clenched tight again at the sensual threat she heard in his voice.

Her breath was coming fast and choppy by the time he rolled off her. He lay on his side and propped himself up on one elbow, his head at about her waist level. Sophie gasped when he transferred the cock tip of the vibrator to her inner thigh, just inches away from her spread pussy.

“Sophie?”

“Yes?” she asked, hyperaware of him moving the cock head around on her thigh, enlivening her flesh until Sophie felt like not just the patch of skin beneath the dildo, but her whole body vibrated with sexual energy. Her clit throbbed, needy for stimulation.

“Do you use this thing like this? Do you put it on your nipples? Or on your belly?”

She moaned when he moved the dildo a hair’s-breadth closer to her pussy. She could tell by the way the cool air felt on her sensitive tissues that she was dripping wet.

“No . . . not really.”

“How do you use it?” Thomas asked. He kept his face averted while he spoke. She sensed his eyes on the dildo pulsing between her spread thighs.

“I ... I just ...”

“Yes?” he prompted when she faded off as he moved the cock tip closer to her slit. When she didn’t speak right away as lust pounded through her veins, he leaned over her pussy and shifted his hand.

“Oh, God,” Sophie groaned when he pushed the head of the vibrating dildo into her slit.

“No lubrication required here,” she heard him say under his breath. He sounded pleased. “Is this what you do, Sophie? Answer me, or I’ll stop. Do you like to put it in your pussy? Tease yourself a little before you slide it all the way in you?”

“Yes,” Sophie replied breathlessly as she shifted her hips against the dildo. She’s always loved how similar it felt to a man’s cock . . . not that she’d ever known a man’s cock that compared to the sex toy until she’d met Thomas. Now she knew exactly how it differed from the real thing. It wasn’t warm like Thomas; the protruding veins didn’t throb with hot, surging blood; when Thomas had pressed it against her lips, the outer covering wasn’t as soft as silk; it didn’t smell like musk and semen and unbridled man.

She raised her hips as far off the bed as her restraints would allow and tried to get her slit down farther on the penetrating dildo.

Once again, Thomas made a hushing sound. She cried out in thwarted longing when he removed the cockhead from her vagina. He placed the heavy phallus on her labia. Sophie went entirely still in anticipation. The tiny vibrations resonated through the fleshy sex lips, humming her clit.

“Do you put this cock on your little clit, Sophie?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you make yourself come that way?” he asked, his face still averted. She could feel his warm breath on her lower belly.

“Yes,” she got out through a tight throat.

He shifted his hand and the cockhead burrowed between her labia. She cried out in triumph at the sensation of the vibrator directly on her clit. She’d felt it dozens of times before while masturbating, but it somehow felt more powerful at that moment, like a blast of concentrated pleasure. It must be Thomas’s patient awakening of her flesh that caused it, or maybe it was just the fact that
he
held the vibrator and controlled her pleasure instead of herself.

Her cries became high-pitched and ragged as she neared climax. Her clit sizzled in pleasure. Every nerve in her body screamed for release; every muscle had grown tight as a drawn bowstring. She strained for orgasm. She could taste it, it hovered so close.

Suddenly he withdrew the vibrator. Sophie shouted when he inserted it into her slit.

“Take it, Sophie,” he growled as he pushed. He leaned farther over her, watching as the big cock penetrated her pussy. “That’s right, take it all.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY

Sophie whined and twisted in her restraints as he slid the dildo into her and it vibrated her all the way to her core. He finally stopped when the fat, rubber balls pressed to her cunt.

“Hold still,” he ordered, his sharp demand cutting through her agonized pleasure. He began to plunge the dildo in and out of her slit. “Is this what you do with this cock, Sophie? Do you fuck yourself with it? Give it to yourself good and hard when you’re all alone in this bed?
Sophie
?”

His voice penetrated her increasingly frantic excitement. “I . . . I ...” but she couldn’t finish a coherent sentence with Thomas plunging the big, throbbing dildo in and out of her.

“
Answer me
.”

His voice struck her like a lash.

“Yes,” she squealed as her head thrashed on the pillow and orgasm loomed, promising release from this unbearable tension.

“
Good
girl,” she heard him say through the roar of blood surging in her ears. He lowered his head and burrowed his tongue between her labia. He lashed at her burning clit while he continued to fuck her with the humming dildo.

Sophie felt as if he’d dropped a match on dynamite.

She screamed as orgasm blasted through her flesh.

The sensation of Thomas’s whiskers brushing against her chin and lips filtered into a brain that felt as if it quivered in her skull from the impact of her orgasm.

“
Kiss me
.”

Sophie parted her lips to receive his pillaging tongue. Thankfully his attack, though potent, was short-lived because Sophie couldn’t catch her breath. He fucked her mouth with his tongue and Sophie’s awareness hazed with his singular flavor.

She whimpered into his mouth when her lungs burned for air.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered gruffly as he released her from his kiss and bit at her lower lip while she gasped for breath. “I just . . . needed to surround myself in you.”

“It’s okay,” she panted. “It felt so good. Thank you.”

She saw his nostrils flare as he stared down at her.

“I’m gonna make you feel even better, Sophie. And I’m going to make you squirm a little, too . . . but I guarantee you it’ll only make you burn brighter in the end.”

She writhed slightly in her restraints as a shiver rippled down her spine.

Thomas had never experienced anything like it. He’d never comprehended the motives of a moth so perfectly. Kissing Sophie while she exploded in orgasm had been like leaping straight into the flames.

There was no turning back now; might as well savor the moments before he was completely incinerated by Sophie’s fires.

He stood next to the bed, trying to ignore both the agony of parting himself from Sophie’s naked, warm body and how heavy his erection felt when he stood and it fell, pulling on the fabric of his shorts. The stretchy material of his boxer briefs bunched near his balls, keeping his penis poking out from his body at a downward angle.

He instinctively stroked the length once, feeling Sophie’s eyes on him. Jesus. As if he’d needed to warn her that he needed to be very hard for the deed.

She said nothing as he untied the restraints around her ankles, but he could hear her panting softly in the quiet room. He determinedly looked away from her face as he untied her wrists, worried he’d be tempted back to ravaging her sweet mouth if he did.

“Turn over on your belly, Sophie,” he commanded gently, aware she was still dazed from her powerful climax. He guided her with his hands at her waist and hip as she flipped over on the bed. He made sure her head was turned comfortably, with her left cheek pressed into the pillow before he retied her wrists to the iron posts on the headboard.

His own breathing had roughened, just like Sophie’s, by the time he trailed his fingers down the delicate line of her spine as she lay prone on the bed.

“Come up on your knees. That’s right. Leave your breasts pressed to the bed.” He gently kneaded a firm, round buttock before he swatted it.

She started at the cracking sound of flesh against flesh, and then suddenly went completely still.

“Have you ever had a man spank you before, Sophie?” he asked softly.

He strained to hear her soft reply.

“Just you.”

He smiled slightly. He hadn’t ever really
spanked
her, just swatted her ass in the heat of the moment.

That’s not what he was planning to do now.

“Never were spanked as a child?” he asked.

“No.”

“Good,” he said as he rubbed her smooth bottom. “I’m not doing this to punish you, Sophie. I wouldn’t want you to have any associations to that.”

“
Why
are you going to, then?” she asked in a choked voice.

“Because it will turn me on a hell of a lot. And I have reason to suspect it’ll do the same to you, Sophie. I’m not going to cause you pain. Just fire your nerves. Excite you a little while I ready you. Do you think it will?” he asked as he continued to rub her ass.

“Excite me?”

“Yes,” he said as he moved to the head of the bed and smoothed her hair off her face so that he could gauge her expression. When he looked into her desire-glazed eyes and pink cheeks, he didn’t really require an answer, but she gave it to him anyway.

“Yes. I think it will.”

He smiled as he continued to stroke her hair in a soothing gesture. His other hand trailed along the side of her body, relishing in the softness of her skin. He coasted over a smooth hip and molded the bottom curve of a buttock in one palm.

Their gazes remained locked when he drew back his hand and landed a spank. She jumped slightly, her eyes widening.

“Okay?” he murmured as he caressed where he’d swatted.

She nodded.

“You look surprised,” he murmured as he spanked her in the same spot, trying to raise some blood into the flesh and fire her nerves. He massaged the warming buttock and tilted an eyebrow at her.

“I . . . didn’t think it’d ...”

“What?” he asked curiously as he smoothed a strand of wavy hair behind her ear. He paused when she didn’t answer. “
What
, Sophie?”

“Excite me quite
that
much,” she murmured.

He grinned and spanked her again, the sting of his palm and the taut whapping sound causing his cock to flick up an inch where it poked between the opening of his shorts. He thought Sophie must have noticed his reaction because her eyes fixed on his cock while he spanked her ass several more times. When he paused to rub the curving flesh of her buttocks to ease the sting he’d wrought, he let his fingers stray between her cheeks, lightly caressing her asshole. She bit her lower lip as he pressed a fingertip to her rectum and stimulated her by drawing tiny circles. The sound of her small whimper of arousal brought a snarl to his mouth.

He reached for the lubricant again.

“It’s going to be difficult to get you ready,” he admitted as he held one pink bottom cheek back while he poured several drops of lubricant directly on her rectum. She shivered in his hold. “Shhh,” he murmured, holding her steady while he coated his finger in the silky liquid and then penetrated her ass. A growl vibrated his throat at the sensation. “I’d much prefer something sized between my finger and my cock,” he said as he watched himself slide in and out of her ass. She clung even to that slender invader like a hot, sucking little mouth.