Revive (Storm MC 3)

Holy hell, Nash’s dirty words already drove me wild. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushed my body into his and kissed him. Our lips were demanding, urgent. The moment was lost in the need to get closer to each other, to be in each other. His hands sought my ass, my back, and finally, he grasped a handful of my hair and pulled roughly so that my head fell back, breaking our kiss. Wild eyes met mine, and he growled as he bent his mouth to my neck, and sucked it. When his teeth met my flesh, I called out his name, and dug my fingernails into his back.

My fingernails set him off, and he muttered something unintelligible as he let me go, and fell to his knees. He pulled my bodysuit the rest of the way down, lifted my feet and forced it out of the way. I almost lost my balance trying to keep up with his pace. When his mouth latched onto my pussy, I buried my hands in his hair to steady myself. The deep growls coming from his throat as his tongue worked it’s magic, shot electricity through me; he had me turned on to the point that my brain was shutting down as I lost myself in the bliss.

Just when I thought he’d brought me to the edge, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. He reached for the blindfold I was still holding, and took it off me. “Time to lose yourse

lf completely, baby,” he said, lifting me and walking towards the bed. He deposited me on the bed, and then lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then he reached down to undo his belt; his jeans and boxers hit the floor a moment later.

Nash stood in front of me naked. Beautiful. His well built body was impressive to look at; I’d never tire of the sight. Between the muscles and the ink, he could command my attention without even trying.

“You ready, sweet thing?” he finally asked, after allowing me some time to stare at him.

“More than you know.” I had to stop myself from begging him to hurry the hell up with whatever he had planned. Nash could do whatever he wanted to me tonight; I was his to own.

He straddled me and tied the blindfold in place. I shivered as I descended into darkness, and gave myself over to him. “Nash - ” I began.

His finger touched my lips, silencing me, and sending another shiver throughout my body at his touch. “Shhh,” he said.

I waited for his next move but he didn’t do anything. The effort required to lie still without reaching for him, was enormous. My senses were all over the place. Unable to see, I zeroed in on the sound of his ragged breathing and the feel of his bare skin against mine, scorching me.

My anticipation levels grew until I didn’t think I could keep it inside anymore. I was about to speak when he finally shifted off the bed, leaving me alone. Not sure what he was doing, I held my breath in an effort to listen to his actions. The sound of his feet on the carpet told me he was still in the room with me. A moment later, I was surprised when music began playing. And stunned when I realised what song he’d put on. Pornstar Dancing by My Darkest Days. The song he’d asked me to use for one of my dances. The dance he often requested I perform.

The driving beat of the music filled the room, and Nash came back to the bed and positioned himself between my legs, distracting me from thoughts of the song and what it meant to him, to us. I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted my hand off the bed, and I felt the rope against my skin. He slipped my hand through the knot he’d made and then tied that hand to the bedpost. He repeated this with my other hand, and I lay completely vulnerable to him. Unable to see, unable to escape. Lust coursed through me, and I moaned his name.

He rewarded me with a slow, deep kiss; the kind of kiss that makes your chest tingle with excitement and your tummy swirl with butterflies. His tongue explored my mouth, tangling with mine, and my back arched off the bed as I tried desperately to have more of him. I needed more; I needed it all. Everything he had to give me, I would take. Greedily.

He growled and ended the kiss. Warm breath tickled my neck as he moved his mouth to my ear to whisper, “You like the music?”

“Yes,” I breathed out.

He continued to whisper in my ear, “I picture you while I make myself come listening to it.”

My pussy clenched at his words and I writhed on the bed. “Fuck, Nash, I need - ”

He cut me off again with a finger to my lips. “No talking, unless I say so.”

Fuck.

His bossiness turned me on. I needed him to touch me, to fuck me. I was ready, and he wasn’t hurrying it along. But I didn’t dare utter another word.

The song finished, and Closer by Nine Inch Nails began playing. And then my world exploded around me as Nash began the next phase of pleasuring me. He pushed my legs wider apart and licked my pussy from one end to the other. I waited for his tongue or finger to enter me but neither happened. Instead, my clit came alive with vibrations. It wasn’t what I was expecting and I screamed out his name. My hands fought their restraints as I automatically tried to move my hands so I could touch him.

He placed a hand on my stomach. “Don’t fight it, baby,” he murmured.

I couldn’t stop myself. “I need to touch you, Nash.”

“You like the bullet? Feel good?”

“I love the bullet, but I want my hands on you too.” I was almost begging him.

“Soon,” he promised, and then moved the bullet vibrator to tease my nipples. When his tongue hit my pussy at the same time, I couldn’t help it, I arched up off the bed again. The pleasure was intense. So good; I never wanted it to stop.

I hooked my legs over his shoulders while he tongued me. He grunted his approval and then began alternating the bullet between my nipples and my clit while mixing in his tongue and his fingers. Nash had just become my new favourite person. I was in sensory overload and the pleasure he was bringing me was pleasure like I’d never known.

When he stopped what he was doing, I could have cried. However, he redeemed himself when he removed my blindfold. I blinked and smiled at him when I found his face above mine. He bent and kissed me hard. His groans of desire filled me, and his hands moved to cradle my face while he continued our kiss. The contradiction in his actions was loud; his kiss was rough and exacting, but his touch was so very gentle. I loved both sides of him.

He ended the kiss but continued to cradle my face. His thumb gently rubbed my cheek and he stared at me. There was no smile, just that intensity I was growing used to. His eyes shifted between mine and he slowly shook his head a couple of times. Pushing away from me, he shifted back to kneel between my legs. I had no idea what was happening but it felt like he’d retreated from me. I needed to touch him; needed to reach him.

“Undo me, Nash,” I said.