“You remember your safe word?” he grunted out, trying to get a hold of the handcuffs.
“Fuck you!” she snarled, trying to buck him off her.
Rory clucked his tongue at her. “What’s your safe word?” he asked again, finally managing to locate the handcuff.
“Fuck you!”
Holding the handcuff, he started wiggling his hand under her body for her other wrist. He found it and expertly latched the handcuff around it then pulled it out from under her tits. Clicking it closed on the metal railing, Rory sat up on his knees to survey Jewell’s luscious ass.
“You have to the count of three to tell me your safe word,” he warned. “One …”
“Killyama… you hear that? He can count!”
Killyama didn’t answer.
Rory turned his head to see Killyama was no longer able to respond with Train’s hand down the front of her pants and his mouth over hers. Ember wasn’t in any better shape with Nickel fucking her on the couch.
“I’m afraid your audience is too busy to appreciate the show.” Rory laughed. “Two …”
“Dammit. They’re useless,” Jewell wailed.
“Three.” Rory gave her a smart tap with the palm of his hand on her ass.
“Ouch… Red,” she muttered. “You could have started out lighter, like you did last time.”
“Easy doesn’t work on you.”
Jewell wiggled her ass up at him. “I’m very easy,” she crooned. “Now unlock me.”
“I will later.” Bending over, he started nibbling on her shoulder, feeling the shudders overtake her body when he grabbed a pillow to put it under her stomach. “I love you in this position. Your pussy wide open, begging me for my cock …”
“I’m not begging.”
“Not yet. But you will, Firefly.” Rory slid his cock into her beckoning pussy in a thrust that had him gliding deep inside of her. “I’m going to fuck you so long and hard that you’re going to forget what day of the week it is.”
Mentally going into a zone where he could control his climax, he slid back and forth at a steady pace, developing a rhythm that would heighten Jewell’s desire without pushing her over the edge. He felt her increasing movements as she tried to move to take herself there. When he slowed his speed, she learned he would only go faster when she stopped.
“You bastard,” she hissed out.
“All you have to do is behave.” Without remorse, he continued moving at the slow pace. “Misbehaving isn’t going to give you the gold.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed.
Rory slowed his speed even further.
Jewell stopped squirming.
Rebuilding his speed, Rory began building his momentum until he heard the low moans coming from her. Bringing her back from the dangling precipice again, he lowered his mouth to her ear. “Whoever nicknamed you Jewell didn’t know shit, Firefly. You put off enough warmth to burn the whole fucking club down. But you didn’t give them this, did you? You’re only giving it to me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered out.
“You’ll only give this to me,” he demanded.
“God, yes!”
At her answer, his thrusts went deeper, more fulfilling, carrying her to the precipice again, and instead of throwing her off, he threw her high into the sky to let her tailspin downward. Holding her close, he felt the shudders of her release.
Rubbing his jaw against hers, he reached up to unlatch her cuffs, only to find she had released herself and was hanging on to the thin chains because she wanted to, not because she had to.
Laughing, he rolled to the side to pull her over him. “Witch. Next time, I’ll use my own handcuffs.”
Maneuvering her thighs until she was sitting on top of him, he had to part her hair so he could see her face.
“You’re looking a little tired, Firefly,” he goaded her. “I thought you paid all your debts. Your audience saw me fuck you. It’s your turn now.”
Jewell blew a strand of hair away from her eyes. “You don’t think I can do it.”
“Aw … Firefly, I would never underestimate you. I know you can.” Rory placed his hands behind his head as she positioned herself over his cock.
Her hands smoothed over his smooth chest. “Does it hurt?” she asked as she started moving over him. “Waxing your chest?”
“Yes, but I’m used to it.”
Rory knew she was using the conversation to hold her rising tide of desire back.
“I like a hairy chest.”
“Then I’ll stop.”
“Never mind.” She bent to circle one of his nipples with her mouth. “I can live with it.”
A smile curled his lips. God, how much he had grown to love this woman.
Her warmth surrounded his cock like a fucking glove. Pushing back the guilt he felt at the deceptive way he had used to get her to move to Queen City, Rory let her have the control he sensed she needed back. Reaching up, he untied her bound breasts to let them swing. The erotic sight had his hips bucking underneath her.