Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

The time between the words and his mouth touching my flesh feels like an absolute eternity. One second, I’m strung tight, hardly daring to breathe with the anticipation. The next, I?

?m releasing a nearly embarrassing loud moan as his lips, teeth, and tongue get in on the action. He licks and nibbles and sucks, alternating all three with ease and experience, switching breasts without preamble or stumble.

I’m panting; a hormonal mess ready to beg him to do anything, everything, when he abruptly stops. A sudden press of his teeth into the curve at the top of my breast causes me to gasp audibly. His responding chuckle is dark and the provocation fills me with arousal.

“Don’t move, Ally. Not an inch.”

I almost whine when I feel his body rise.

His mouth touches the shell of my ear. “Not even to press your thighs together to relieve your aching pussy.”

I curl my fingers around the iron footboard even tighter to keep upright after those filthy words. All I can think about now is doing exactly what he told me not to do.

I know when he moves away because his body heat disappears, but the plush rug silences his footfalls. I strain my ears for any telltale clues and come up empty. The door clicks. Open? Or maybe a lock I didn’t see before. Time continues to pass quietly. Thirty seconds? A minute? He wouldn’t just leave, would he?

I reach up to remove the blindfold and check at the same time I call out, “Evan?”

“Don’t. Move.”

I freeze.

Not because of the punctuated command.

I stop because the voice that spoke wasn’t Evan.

It’s my husband.

4

Otto

It’s pandemonium in my chest at the scene before me. My gorgeous, incredible wife in nothing but fuck me shoes, a sexy ass black thong, and a blindfold. Jesus Christ after twelve years she still makes my mouth water and my dick hard. It takes all my willpower not to approach her and screw her brains out, but that’s not why I’m here.

Well, not exactly.

Evan leans against the wall by the bathroom waiting for the next play. I’m finding it hard to do anything except pant after my naked wife. Her hand inching toward the blindfold settles the decision for me. I need to keep this act going before she loses her nerve.

“I said don’t move.” I reiterate my command as I move closer to the bed. “Put your hands back where they were.”

“Otto—” she starts.

“Now!” I bark and pick up a silky green scarf from the tray. I trail the material over her chest and loop the other end around the back of her neck. I pull both ends, bringing her naked body flush to my own. She lets out a little gasp.

“I think you need a little help following commands. Hold out your hands.”

She does so without hesitation, holding both in the space between us. I turn her wrists so the insides are touching and wind the scarf around them. I drop my lips to her shoulder, gently tasting her as I work. Once secure, I slip my finger beneath the material to check for tightness.

“You smell like him,” I grunt. She teeters in her heels, but I’m there to catch her around her waist.

“Now we’re ready. Up you go.” I give her a little toss onto the bed. She bounces on her butt and lands on her back across the middle. The king-sized mattress gives us plenty of room to move around. All three of us.

With a jerk of my head, I motion Evan over. I’m thankful for the heavy padding in the rug that silences his footsteps. I stand next to the side of the bed and trail my hands up and down her outer thighs, simply teasing my wife.

“You won’t be needing these.” As Evan nears, I start dragging her panties down as a distraction. It works beautifully. Her breathing picks up, and I can tell her attention is on what I’m doing. I want to keep her guessing. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there. Don’t move, Ally.”

“Okay.” She nods.

I start to unbutton my own shirt when Evan pushes my hands away and takes over. I have to clench my jaw while I allow him to undress me. Never in a million years did I think another man would take my shirt off unless I was already dead or dying. But I’d do anything for my wife. Anything. She might not be able to see what’s happening, however, I know what she wants and I’m here to deliver.