Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It (19 page)

Jake laughed knowingly, trailing kisses across her burning cheeks. “You love it when I talk dirty,  Taylor.” And you love me, he longed to say aloud, but kept the tempting words buried deep inside.  Instead, he said in a low, seductive tone, “Now tell me what else you love. I want to hear you say it.”

“Jake,” she groaned, writhing beneath him. “I don’t know how to talk like you.”

Wanting to see more of her, he raised up on his arms, finding the sight of her naked, gleaming body moving in need, jolting with his deep strokes, the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. She drove him wild, no two ways about it, and he wanted to drive her just as crazy.

And now was the perfect time to do it.

Taylor whimpered in need as he pulled out of her, her body surging in panic at the loss of his hard, thick heat. “What—what are you doing?”

He smiled slow and sexy and self-assured, knowing he’d get exactly what he wanted in the end.  Gripping his cock in his fist, he rubbed the wide head against her drenched sex, teasing the puffy slit, laughing when she lifted her hips, trying to take him back inside. “Not yet,” he murmured, his green eyes promising everything she wanted and then some.

His smile turned wicked, and he said in a husky, lust-thickened voice, “I want to do something new with you, Taylor. Something I’ve never done with anyone else before.” His green eyes shifted to the bag from The Honey Pot, his expression wry, yet smoldering with excitement. “Well, several things  I’ve never done with anyone else.”

Things? What kinds of things?

Before she could find her voice to ask, he’d reached over and pulled a long black satin cord out of the bag and was wrapping the silky binding around the fragile bones of her wrists, securing them together.

Then he raised them above her head and tied the ends around one of the sturdy wooden slats of the headboard.

Holy shit! He’d tied her up!

Taylor stared at her bound wrists, tugging experimentally to find they didn’t hurt, but were strongly secured, not giving an inch. “Um, Jake?”

“Yeah?” he drawled, his hand suddenly rummaging back in the bag and pulling out a very long, very

thick Pyrex dildo.

Her eyes bugged and her heart stuttered. It was beautiful, in a strange, wicked way, made of swirled blue glass, the tip wide like the head of a cock. Jake held it before her, letting her get a closer look.

She tried to blink it into better focus, but her eyes were shocked wide, huge, watching it as if it were a poisonous snake about to strike. She wasn’t afraid of it, but her emotions were a chaotic jumble, difficult to sort out.

Excitement.

Curiosity.

And an underlying nervousness that she was going to screw this up somehow. What in the hell did she know about dildos? And huge, blue glass ones at that.

“Um,” she finally mumbled, after staring like a simpleton for what seemed like forever. “I, uh, didn’t

know guys liked to share.”

Yeah, she was pretty sure it was a stupid thing to say, but then she didn’t know if there was actually a smart thing to say at a time like this either. Pretty much all she wanted to do was keep staring—and maybe think about asking just what in the hell he planned on doing with that thing.

He shrugged his wide shoulders and smiled. “I’d never share you with another man, or hell, another woman for that matter. In fact, I’d fucking kill any bastard who even tried it, but I don’t mind this little guy,” and he winked at her, adding, “so long as you only use him when I’m around.”

She couldn’t help it; she laughed. “Jealous, are you?”

“Naw,” he drawled, running the cool glass shaft between her quivering breasts. “I’m bigger than him  anyway. But I saw something in a movie once when I was a horny, hormone raging teenager, and damn  if I haven’t fantasized about doing it with you ever since. You, Taylor. No one else. Ever.”

“What—what was it?” she stammered, her breath sucking in on a sharp gasp as he trailed the huge

phallus down her trembling stomach and pressed the cold tip against the warm lips of her cunt.

“I think I’ll just show you instead,” he rasped, swirling it just inside the rim of her vulva, watching it  go wet with her cream. Her back arched, her heart pounding in need and unmistakable excitement. “If I  didn’t know better, honey, I’d say you’re enjoying yourself.” Then he let it slip lower, playing over the

tight bud of her ass where his thumb had been, and she stopped breathing altogether.

“Jake,” she croaked. “Jesus, what are you doing?”

He pulled his eyes away from the fascinating sight of watching blue Pyrex play against her skin to look into her eyes. “Trust me, Taylor.”

It was as much a question as it was a statement. “Yes,” she whispered, knowing that for some bizarre reason, considering he had her tied up and was about to do God only knew what to her with an intimidating glass cock, she did trust him—completely.

He smiled at her, laying the dildo on her butterfly-filled stomach to reach into the bag again. She held her breath in fascinated horror, exhaling a deep sigh of momentary relief when he withdrew a small bottle of what looked like oil. He popped it open and began to drizzle the warm, cinnamon sugary scent over her body, from her puffy nipples down to the dripping pink folds of her sex. When she was wet and running with rivulets of the amber liquid, he picked the dildo up again and poured the erotically scented oil over its wide tip until it gleamed. Then he set down the bottle and began warming the blue shaft of glass between his big palms, holding her mesmerized stare the entire time.

She couldn’t hold a solid thought. Couldn’t even work up a good, solid panic, she was so aroused and excited and—and maybe just that little bit afraid.

Or was worried a better word?

Her hands pulled instinctively at the ties binding her wrists, even though she didn’t really want to get away. Her breathing became hard and heavy, sounding loudly in the quiet room, and then the warm tip of the Pyrex cock was pressed against her hole and, God help her, he was pushing it up into her, one hand holding her lips spread wide, the other working the thick glass into her, fucking her with it as if it were an extension of himself.

Ohmygod. Her pussy clenched around the warm glass, clamping down hard, and it was unbearably erotic the way Jake watched the entire thing, his eyes glued to her, his expression transfixed with lust as the thick glass moved in and out of her tight little opening.

“Oh hell,” he growled into the breath filled silence. “You are so fucking sexy. Even when I used to  jerk off thinking about doing this to you, I never imagined it’d be like this. Never knew it’d make me  so fucking hot.”

And it was obvious that it did. His massive cock was rising hard and high, infinitely more beautiful than the blue work of erotic art lodged in her core and a thousand times more dangerous to her senses.  This was so much—too much—and she couldn’t find herself in the rush of sensations pounding through her while Jake fucked her with this pretty blue cock. Then he was pulling it out of her, setting the wet, cream and oil covered glass on the bed beside his knee while he grasped her hips, flipping her to her stomach. Her cunt clenched in need, hating to be empty, and she looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes widening to see him pouring the oil over his own cock this time, working it into his skin from root to tip.

Oh, shit, she thought, wondering if now would be a good time to start to worry. “Jake, um, what are

you doing?”

He set the oil aside again, positioning himself between her spread thighs. “On your knees, baby.”

She was moving without even thinking about it, obeying the command in his voice, while her mind still churned with breathless anticipation. “Jake—what are you going to do to me?”

His hands grasped the rosy cheeks of her ass, spreading them, fingertips rubbing oil into the tight little bud hidden between. Down lower her pussy was flooding, quivering, dripping down her thighs—betraying the fact that she was more than enjoying their little walk on the wild side here. Telling him he could do anything he wanted to her and she’d love it.

“I won’t ever do anything to hurt you,” he whispered roughly, suddenly pressing the huge tip of his  cock against that tiny entrance, pushing until he somehow—somehow slipped inside with a strange  popping sensation, feeling a thousand times bigger than his thumb had.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled again and again, fingers digging into her waist, his hips working

back and forth, nudging him into the tight channel one thick increment at a time.

Sharp, shocked, hoarse cries spilled from her throat, her entire body going tense and tight, fighting the strange sensation—the searing penetration of his cock into a place she’d just never thought of as sexual. But as in everything else, Jake was teaching her—showing her that there was a hell of a lot more to her than she’d ever allowed set free. Or…maybe she’d just been waiting for the right man to release this sensual, erotic, wild woman living inside of her.

Jake curved himself over her, placing his head beside her ear, whispering darkly. “Relax, Taylor. Just breathe and let me in. You feel so good, so fucking incredible.”

She whimpered as he pushed deeper, unable to deny that the strange penetration did feel wonderfully good in a dark, forbidden kind of way. Then he had one hand in front of her, the huge glass dildo in its grasp, and he was pressing it into the empty, dripping mouth of her pussy again. “Jake!” she cried, sobbing into the pillow. “Oh, Jesus— Jake!”

He pushed, working it into her tight channel, and then it was there, buried deep inside of her pussy while Jake filled her ass. They could both feel it, the full press of the blue glass inside of her, and he shuddered behind her, his cock leaping higher into her, pulling a strangled sound from her throat.

“Taylor,” he groaned, the novel sensations surrounding his cock, beating against him with her pulse.

“That feels so fucking amazing.”

And it did. She felt so full, so penetrated, so taken. She tried to find herself in it, but he began moving, taking her with the glass, cramming it into her pussy with hard, slow thrusts mimicked by his beautiful cock—and the pleasure began to pump through her body strong and sweet and violent in its intensity.

She almost had the rhythm when she felt him change his grip on the end so that he could twist the blue cock inside of her—a new shock of sensation spearing right through her sex-ravaged core.

Oh, God, she thought, it’s going to kill me. It’s so good it’s going to kill me!

And then suddenly she couldn’t think of anything at all because he was driving every rational thought from her mind with the pull and press of his cock and hands. They were shaking and shouting, grinding together in an orgy of flesh and need and ecstasy, sweat flying from their burning bodies as they came together in a way that was almost vicious in its intensity.

Somehow she braced her weight on her elbows—her hands still tied—and lifted her head till she could look at him over her shoulder. Almost in an instant, his mouth was there, capturing her own, and his wicked tongue was eating at her mouth, claiming this sweet orifice as thoroughly as he claimed the other two.

She was full of him—full of Jake.

Her body clenched so hard he shouted into her mouth, forcing the sound down her throat, and then she was coming all over him, hard and wet and tight, while her cunt drenched his fingers and the glass, and her tongue tangled with his own. It pulled his own orgasm right out of him, ripped it from his very soul, and he pumped his hips in an aggressive rhythm while filling that tight little hole with pulsing jets of cum, saturating them with it.

They collapsed with a hard thud against the sweat and oil soaked sheets, breathing hard and fast and feeling as if they’d experienced death in a wildly chaotic storm of pleasure. As carefully as he could,  Jake pulled his cock and their drenched blue toy out of her still pulsing body, then clumsily reached up to untie her wrists.

When she was free, she rolled to her side, groaning from the shuddering sensations still pumping through her system, and he pulled her into his strong arms, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.

Taylor lost the concept of time, unsure how long they lay there, hearts pounding and lungs working, before a wicked, delight-filled giggle worked its way up out of her throat. “Jake,” she groaned, laughing and crying all at the same time, “I think you killed me.”

He smiled against the top of her head, holding her tighter, amazed by the heights he could find with this woman. “I think I’ve killed us both,” he moaned playfully, kissing her scalp. “But you loved it, sugar.”

She snuggled into him, rubbing her nose against his silky chest hair. “Have you really never done that kind of thing before?”

“Never, sweetheart. I was as innocent as a virgin. Are you shocked?”

“I’m too dead to be shocked,” she mumbled against his skin, but he could hear the teasing smile in her

voice and knew that he’d pleased her with his admission.

“You’ve thoroughly corrupted me, honey. No more good little school boy, now that I’ve found my  wild side, and you probably won’t ever be able to walk straight again,” he murmured, trailing his  fingertips down the slender, sensual line of her back, “because I’ll be fucking all your pretty little holes  every chance I get. You’re gonna be so tender, Taylor—and then I’ll kiss you all better till you’re ready