Wild Temptation (39 page)

“Now, don’t move. Sit there, just like that. Like you’re waiting for me to tell you what to do next.”

“I am,” I reply.

He tugs again, sharper this time. “Shh.”

He releases me, leaving me alone on the bed. I can’t hear anything as he moves around. At least, I assume he is. All I can really hear is the thundering of my blood through my ears, the rush of it through my veins. I’ve never been turned on by a photoshoot, but one more word from him in that husky voice and I might just come on the spot.

“You trust me.” His voice fills the room. “And I’m going to need you to trust me even more. Know that whatever I ask you to do, whatever photos I take, the only people who will ever see them are you and me. Okay?”

I nod. “Okay.”

“Which means the word ‘no’ doesn’t apply here. Believe me when I say I’m taking these photos for both my own pleasure and torture.”

No ‘no’?

“I want you to flatten your hands on your thighs from the sides and lean forward. Make sure your head is up.”

I do it and hear a series of quiet clicks.

“Now sit straight. Slide your hands up your legs—slowly, slowly… That’s it. Across your stomach and up to your gorgeous tits. That’s it. Cup them. One at a time. Then together.”

My heart pounds dangerously fast. They are simple moves, nothing you wouldn’t expect from a glamour shoot—which I’ve done in the past—but the blindfold and knowing that he’s only feet from me, half naked, makes it crazy sexy.

Every part of me is aware of everything he’s telling me to do and it scares me because it’s a feeling too intense to deal with. I bite my bottom lip in an effort not to let my thoughts show on my face.

“Fuck,”
Tyler groans. His thumb nudges my lip from between my teeth. “Don’t do that. If you do that looking the way you do right now, I’ll be flipping you over this bed and fucking you so hard you’ll be screaming your way through it.”

I draw in a sharp breath and screw my eyes shut tight. It’s a fruitless move, but I do it anyway because it helps with the desire filling me.

“Lie back.” He’s breathing heavier now.

I twist my legs from under me and scoot up the bed until my head is resting on the pillow. I lie here wondering what he could possibly say next.

“I want you to touch yourself. I’m going to talk to you the whole time. I’m going to tell you what I want you to think about, what you have to imagine. I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do you when you’ve made yourself come, and I’m going to take your picture the whole time.”

My lips part. Trust. Yeah. I get it now. That’s…

I close my mouth and nod once. “I trust you,” I whisper. It’s more for my benefit, to counteract the anxiety beating at me.

I trust Tyler. Besides, I know he can’t legally use any images without my permission. The only permission I’ll ever give for pictures like this is the kind that allows him to get himself off to them.

“Sit up quickly.” He helps me up and unclips my corset. He pulls it from my body then cups the side of my face, his lips so close to mine that I can feel them in the briefest of touches. “Now get those knickers off, my sexy bitch. I want to see all of you.”

I lie back down and slide the thong over my hips and down my legs. I kick it off my ankles and it lands…well, somewhere. I can’t see.

“I want to see you running your hands down your body. I want to see you palm your gorgeous tits and tease your nipples until they’re hard. That’s it. Just like that.”

I part my lips as I roll each nipple between my thumb and finger. A dull, desperate throb starts in my clit. It’s begging me to touch it the way I am my nipples.

“Keep one hand there, teasing your tit, and slide the other down your stomach. I want you to imagine me watching. I want you to remember what you saw a few days ago, the way I looked at you when I walked into your hotel room. Remember how much I want you and how desperate I am to touch you myself. Now slide your fingers over that smooth mound and find your clit. Now rub.”

I can’t breathe. Goose pimples are covering my skin, lust is burning my body red hot, and his voice is sending tremors through me with every word he says. And I’m aching—god. I’m aching so much already. Aching for him, for his touch, for his cock.

“Fuck, Liv.” He exhales loudly, the growl in his words making me moan quietly. “That’s it. Keep rubbing your clit. I can see how wet you are. You’re so fucking wet I want to throw this camera across the room and fuck you right now.”

So do it,
I want to say.

“Instead, I’m going to stand here and watch you slip your fingers along your pussy and inside yourself. I want you to imagine they’re my fingers fucking you, curving inside you.”

I tilt my hips up as I push two fingers into myself.

“Imagine it’s my thumb rubbing your clit. Imagine it’s me making you feel this good, touching you the way you like. Imagine it good and imagine it hard, because when you come, your work isn’t done. When you come, I’m going to sit on that bed and sit you on top of me.”

I moan.

“I’m going to take off that blindfold. Then you’re going to fuck me the way you’re fucking your hand right now. And I’m going to slap your arse the way you like it and make you cry my name.”

My muscles clench around my fingers as I come hard. It rushes through my body with the force of a tidal wave, throbbing and pulsating.

“Thank fuck for that,” I hear Tyler say over the rushing in my ears.

The blindfold is whipped from my eyes and I open them in a haze, closing them again at the brightness of the room. Tyler wraps his arms around me and lifts me onto him. My knees lie on either side of his hips so I’m straddling him, and he grabs my wrist.

“Open your eyes. Now.”

I force them open, half squinting. The squint soon disappears when he draws my two fingers into his mouth and licks them clean of my come.

“Mm. It was a waste of an orgasm, I admit,” he breathes over my lips. “So now you get to give me one. I’d have you suck my cock, but after that, it’s hard enough to have you fuck me.”

“Still imagining me bent over the bed, huh?”

“One day.” He squeezes my ass and guides me over his cock.

I thread my fingers behind his head and lower myself down. He slides into me easily, his size and hardness no match for my wetness. Both of his hands settle on my ass and guide me as I ease into a rhythm. I grind against him, riding him slowly but deeply.

I twine his hair around my fingers to get more grip as my speed increases. Blood pumping, skin tingling, breath catching. The feelings are rampant in my body, heightened when his palm connects with my ass.

“I’m trying really hard right now not to fuck you,” he hisses. “Because you feel so, so fucking amazing on top of me, but I need to come so bad.”

“You want it hard?” I whisper in his ear, sensing a shift in the dynamic.

“Yes, Liv. I’m telling you to fuck me hard.”

“Telling me?” I still and tug his hair.

His fingertips dig into my skin. “Asking you to fuck me hard,” he bites out. “Bitch,” he adds.

I smile. “Are you sure? I’m a little wild.” I raise my hips and slam back down onto him to prove my point.

Despite the groan that leaves him, he says, “I can handle you, babe. Don’t doubt it.”

“You asked for it.”

I squeeze and start a new rhythm—harder, faster, tighter. My hips tilt and gyrate as I bounce on him, each time completely taking his cock inside me. His fingers grip me tighter and tighter, his body tenses harder and harder, and my own body reacts.

I tug his hair and move faster. Tyler takes my mouth in a rough kiss, and right now, it’s about the release. About the tightly coiled tension in us and between us finding its release. And it’s close—so close.

Then it’s here, crumbling on top of us both. I let go of Tyler’s hair and wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me even harder. His arms circle my waist and he tilts his hips up so he’s firmly encased inside me as he comes.

I shudder, breaking the kiss, and bury my face in his neck. My body is racked with orgasmic spasms, making my pussy clench around his cock. He rubs his hands across my back in a random pattern that’s soothing and calming to me.

“Jesus, Liv. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers against my skin.

“Is that good or bad?” I shiver.

“Good. Jesus, it was more than good.” He kisses my shoulder. One of his hands leaves me and he tugs the sheets from beneath us.

We roll over and he pulls out of me in the process. With one lingering kiss on my lips, he ghosts his fingers down my body and peels off my stockings and my heels. Then he throws them on the floor and joins me in bed. Swiftly, he holds me against him and the covers over us.

Moving into him is automatic. Tangling one of my legs between his and laying an arm over his side is subconscious, the same way he hooks one of his legs over mine and runs his fingers through my hair. His other hand is wrapped around my body and cupping my neck, the one thing anchoring me to him.

If only it were. If only his arm were anchoring me, grounding me, into this fucked-up relationship with him, it would be easier. If it weren’t his need to push me to limits and discover desires I didn’t know I had… If it weren’t his insistence to always put me before his wants… If it weren’t the way he looks at me, the fact that, when he smiles at me, it’s a little wider than normal, or the fact his eyes sparkle a little brighter when I touch him, it would be so much easier to live with.

It would be so much easier not to feel myself become wholly addicted to him. Right now, encased in his arms, I’m not sure I’ll be able to go another day without him touching me. I’m not sure I’ll manage twelve hours without hearing his voice.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to choose when my only choices will destroy us both.

He lets out a long, shuddery breath and holds me closer. “Don’t ask me to let you go now. Please.”

I can’t respond to that, so like the wimp I am, I pretend I’m asleep.

L
ying on the bed on my stomach, with my chin propped on my hands and my legs
kicking in the air behind me, I watch Tyler navigate the room with ease. He’s conveniently forgotten how to put on a T-shirt, it seems. Again.

Not that it’s a bad sight. The muscles in his back ripple as he bends over to pack his suitcase. His biceps flex, and when he stands up, he stretches up tall. The smattering of hair that runs down the center of his stomach joins with the top of his pubic hair. Hair that’s now in my view thanks to his stretch.

“Ty?”

“Yep?”

“You know how you love challenges?”

He pauses, bending at the waist, and looks at me over his shoulder. “Only if it’s you challenging me.”

“You know how you have to do it every time?”

“Where are you going with this?”

I tilt my head to the side. “I challenge you not to give me an orgasm for twenty-four hours.”

He raises his eyebrows and turns back to what he’s doing. “That won’t make sex very fun for you, then.”

“Uh, that’s not what I mean.” I sit up and run my fingers through my hair. “I challenge you not to have any kind of foreplay or sex with me for twenty-four hours.”

He stops dead, dropping the jeans he was holding. “I’m sorry, babe. You’re going to have to repeat that. I’m pretty sure I just heard you challenge me not to have sex with you for twenty-four hours, but that can’t be right.”

My lips twitch. “You heard me right.”

He straightens and grabs the rest of his things from the bathroom. He puts them in the zip pocket on the lid of his suitcase then closes it. The buzzing noise of him zipping it up fills the almost tense silence in the room.

“Twenty-four hours?” he repeats. “No sex? No orgasm? No foreplay?”

“Twenty-four hours with no sex,” I confirm. “Think you can do it?”

“Baby, I
know
I can do it. As long as you’re prepared to be flipped onto your knees and fucked into next week at the end of it.”

I lick my lips. “I’m sure I can handle it.” I lean back on my hands. “You’re forgetting something really important, though.”

“What’s that?”