Grind (Cal and Macy's Story 2)
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"What's the rush?" she asks smartly, and a glance over at her reveals an impish grin leveled at me.
"You know what the rush is," I mutter.
"This is very exciting, don't you think?"
I come to a grinding halt and turn into Macy, causing her to practically slam into me. My hands go to her face and I pull her the rest of the way up while I bend down, my lips claiming hers in a stinging kiss. She goes softly pliant, leans her body into me, and opens that sweet mouth.
I take what she offers.
Take it all and kiss her with all the annoyance and frustration I've been feeling since the last time I kissed her in my office. When she moans into my mouth, I kiss her harder and deeper.
The only reason I pull away is because we're standing in a public parking lot, and I don't relish sporting an erection for all to see.
She blinks at me, her lips swollen and inviting me back for more.
"What was that for?" she whispers.
I release my hold on her face, take her by the elbow again, and head for the car. "I wanted to at least get one kiss under our belts. You and I tend to move past the intimate joys of kissing when we're together, and I expect it's not going to be any different when we get to the hotel."
"You have to admit," she says drily, "doesn't matter if we kiss or not, we still manage to do things quite well."
"That we do," I agree with a laugh.
Chapter 9
The conversation in the car on the way to the hotel was minimal but informative. It went something like this.
"Do you have any hard limits?" I asked her as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
Her answer was pure and simple. "Nope."
"Good," I told her without taking my eyes from the road. I was afraid if I looked over at her, I might be tempted to try to maul her while I drove. "Because I like to play."
Through just my peripheral vision, I saw her body visibly shudder, and I smiled like the Cheshire Cat. My brain started to twirl with the limited possibilities since I didn't have a supply of freaky toys with me. But I did have stuff to tie her up with. It's amazing what I can do with a few silk ties or belts from the hotel robes.
Which is exactly why Macy is now sprawled naked on her back, her butt resting near the edge of the mattress. I have her hands bound tightly with my leather belt and then using two robe belts, pulled them over her head and tied them to one of the posts at the top of the bed. I've got her legs spread wide and hanging over the edge of the mattress, each ankle secured by a necktie to the bottom foot posts near the carpet. Unfortunately, it twists her upper torso slightly as her arms are pulled to the side a bit, but she'll have to deal with a some discomfort in order to get the good stuff I'm going to hand out to her.
"You okay?" I ask her as I remove my clothes.
Her breathing is already shallow while she contemplates her helplessness, her nipples budded tightly. With wide eyes, she gives me a slight nod, and then takes a quick swipe at her lower lip with that sweetly pink tongue.
And yeah... that gives me an idea of how to start.
Our last two encounters, there's been no doubt... Macy was the one that was in control. I was malleable and would have done anything she told me to do. I was that fucking enthralled.
But now she's tied up, and I have a beautiful woman who is completely at my mercy who has told me she has no hard limits. I want to take her for a test drive and I crawl onto the mattress, right up her body, until I'm straddling her chest. My balls cradle against her warm breasts and my cock is stiff and reaching for her mouth.
"Open up," I tell her as I lean forward and place my hands on either side of her head. She gives me a sinful smile, licks at her lips again, and opens that beautiful mouth for me... inviting me in deep.
Leaning forward, I take more of my weight on my hands and bring the tip of my cock up to her mouth. She lifts her head and sucks the tip in, rolling her tongue along the bottom and then sucking softly on it like a juicy lollipop. I have to restrain myself from thrusting deeper into her mouth, but I don't want to freak her out. No matter how brave this woman is, there is still a good deal of uneasiness that comes with lack of control.
Instead, I hold still and let her do whatever work on my cock that she wants. She lifts her head higher, takes me in a bit deeper, and I struggle to keep my eyes open. They want to involuntarily roll in my head, but I don't want to miss a fucking sexy second of her sucking me off while she's bound.
Correction... with my dick in her mouth, she's now bound and gagged.
Man, she's good. Fucking great. Amazingly perfect with that mouth.
My chest starts heaving as oxygen becomes a precious commodity and when I feel my balls start to tighten, I go ahead and ease away from her mouth, but not before she gives a strong pull, causing me to "pop" free.
Macy looks up at me, her eyes yearning. "Give it back."Te
I shake my head and give her a chastising look. "You don't give the orders today."
As I start to move down her body, she challenges me. "Needed to tie me up to ensure control, didn't you?"
I go still... my legs now spread and straddling right at her hips. I look up her body, past her heaving, beautiful tits, and give her an evil smile. "Trust me... what I'm getting ready to do to you? You'll soon figure out I don't need the ties to get control over you."
Macy makes a low, humming noise of approval in the back of her throat, and that's all I need to ensure her acquiescence. I back myself right off the end of the bed and kneel on the carpet. Her legs are spread wide, stretched to capacity, and I know her hips are going to be a little sore when I release her later.
Her body is spectacular.
A work of art in my humble opinion.
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tomach stretched flat by the way she's tied up, her breasts full and swollen.
Her pussy.
Fucking mouthwatering.
She lifts her head... straining the muscles in her neck to look down at me. I ignore her, knowing that if I look at the heat in her eyes that I might come undone.
Instead, I spread my fingers wide and place my hands on her thighs, stroking the tender flesh on the insides with my thumbs. I lean forward and pepper kisses on the smooth lips of her sex, loving the way the muscles in her legs tighten as she strains against her bonds.
A tiny lick up her center, and I know but for the restraints around her ankles, her hips would be shooting upward... demanding more. This is why I love tying someone like her down. Someone like sweet Macy who craves erotic sensations.
Who demands to be pleasured.
I like her waiting for what I choose to give her, so she knows that someone can ease her cravings because they want to. Not because they are compelled to by lust and raw need.
Stroking my hands upward, I press my thumbs into the soft skin I was just nuzzling and spread her apart. She gasps... almost delicately, and although she can't move a muscle, I imagine I can feel the blood thundering through her. A soft blow of air across her pussy and I get a strangled whimper.
I could fucking play at this all day.
"You are the most responsive woman I have ever been with," I murmur in amazement to no one in particular. I don't expect a response from her; more like making conversation with myself.
I think I hear her whisper something. Possibly the words "only you," but I'm not sure. I don't look up at her, my own control tightly leashed as long as I keep my end goal in plain sight.
I lower my mouth onto her, clasping my lips right over her sweet spot, and do nothing more than just hold myself against her flesh. I can feel the tiny thump of a pulse against my tongue, and I realize in this moment that I don't think I've ever felt a woman's response like this before. It's such a private and personal experience that my own hard cock pulses in tandem.