“You could fuck me.”
Brody didn’t answer right away. His hands roamed my breasts again, his fingers lightly pinching my nipples.
“I could,” he theorized. “If I wanted to.”
He was tormenting me now. I’d been juiced up, ready to go ever since the couch. But he hadn’t touched me. And with my hands locked overhead, I couldn’t even touch myself.
“I don’t know…” he sighed playfully. “This is a tough one.”
He bent again, to hover his face over mine. I could feel his presence, eye to eye, nose to nose. His lips brushed mine, and when I stretched to kiss him he pulled away.
“Maybe I’ll just let you do me.”
He shifted again, straddling my face. His manhood dropped heavily against my chin and cheek. I opened for him, trying to find the head. Trying desperately to fit him in my mouth.
“Taste it first.”
My tongue emerged, and I made it flat for him. Brody took over, sliding his erection up and down through the open channel of my mouth. Bathing himself against my warm, wet tongue…
“There we go.”
He reached back, and I moaned as a hand slid between my legs. I was so wet, so slippery. He teased me again for a few agonizing moments, but then I bucked my hips so his fingers slid right in.
“Oh man,” he swore. “Only bad girls do that.”
I nodded, nuzzling against his scrotum. Eventually my mouth found him, engulfing his cock. “Mmm-hmmm.”
“Really bad girls,” he said. “Dirty girls…”
He was fingering me beautifully now, scratching that incredible itch I’d had for so achingly long. I bucked in rhythm to his thrusts, terrified he’d pull away at any time. Instead, he added another finger.
Please…
I was horny as I’d even been. Beyond frustrated! I wanted so badly to just reach down and start touching my clit. To pull it on it gently, rub it in the way I knew would bring me off…
But there was an inherent thrill in being tied down, too. A strange excitement that came with not being able to do these things. My toes curled, my body bending and twisting to meet my lover’s touch. Brody’s free hand was entwined in my hair now, holding me by the back of my head. He was controlling me fully. Using my mouth, solely for his own pleasure.
And God, it was so fucking hot.
I found myself sucking harder and with more desperation, breathing heavily through my nose. The blindfold was absolutely amazing. Not being able to see had the direct effect of heightening my other senses; I could smell better, taste better, hear every delicious sound that our bodies made. And of course, it made everything a hundred times more tactile. Every time Brody touched me someplace new, my body jumped as if jolted with electricity.
“Should I come in your mouth?”
I thought about it, then shook my head. I wanted him to fuck me. God, I needed him to fuck me.
“Is that a yes?”
With his hand on my head I couldn’t resist, couldn’t even speak. I could only mumble around him. I tried shaking my head again…
“Yeah, I think that’s probably best,” he said, stroking my hair.
His cock was bigger now, harder in my mouth. And his arousal was growing too. I could hear it in the thickness of his voice. Sense it in the irregularity of his breathing…
Is he really going to?
Alarms flashed through my brain. I squirmed even harder into his hand, desperate to push myself over the edge.
“Maybe afterward I’ll just leave you here, all tied up,” he teased. “Come back again later, when I feel like really spreading those legs…”