Can't Tie Me Down! (Sinclair Sisters 1)

With a put-upon sigh, Mairi kicked off her shorts, her hand never leaving his aching cock. “I’ll just hold on to this while you take off your jeans.” She squeezed him tight.

Keir growled at her. “You’re playing with fire, Rusty.”

“I’m playing with you.”

“We’ll see about that.” With her still holding him, Keir managed to stand and get his jeans and briefs off.

Mairi knelt on the bed before him, her hair wild around her shoulders, her cream-colored skin flushed with patches of pink. Her smile was a dare, and her hand was still firmly locked around his aching flesh.

The sight made his heart beat erratically. “Either do something interesting with it, or let go, so I can.”

“And you tell me I have no patience.” Slowly, teasingly, she bent over and licked the head of his cock like it was a lollipop.

“Mairi.” His hands burrowed into her hair and gripped tight.

“How much do you think you can take before you surrender?” she asked as she looked up at him, her lips still precariously close to his cock.

“I’ve already reached my limit. I need to be inside you, Rusty.”

With her eyes still on his, she licked him again. “Maybe I should tie you to the bed and spend the night driving you insane.”

Under her touch, Keir felt his cock pulse and harden to the point of pain. His balls were tight, and he knew that if she kept going, he was going to come before they even got properly started. He tightened his hands in her hair and tugged, in an attempt to get her to release him. She just swallowed the head of his cock and chuckled around it. Keir’s back arched, his head fell back and a whole stream of words that didn’t make sense flowed from his lips.

“Maybe I’ve been dealing with your running out on me the wrong way,” Mairi said between kissing his desperate flesh. “Maybe I should have taken my revenge by tying you up and teasing you for months without letting you come.”

Keir groaned as the images she put in his head made his blood boil. She was a demon, sent to torment him. And with her hand on his dick and her lips teasing him, there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about it. The power was definitely with Mairi. She was in control, and Keir wasn’t sure if it was the best thing he’d ever experienced, or if he was going to lose his mind at any second.

“You’re killing me here,” he said.

“I like the sound of that.”

The witch would torment him all night if he didn’t stop her. He needed to take back control, somehow. As fast as the thought came to him, it was gone again, because Mairi enclosed him in her mouth and sucked hard. Her hand moved fast and tight on the bottom of his cock, as her tongue worked the top. Keir felt a tingling sensation race up and down his spine. The world was spinning, and the ride was blowing his mind.

“Mairi, you need to stop, I’m going to come.” It was a fight to get the words o

ut.

The little devil sucked harder. It was too late. It’d been far too long since he’d touched a woman. And even longer since he’d touched Mairi. Keir just didn’t have the self-control to stop himself. Instead, he let his head fall back and groaned as he emptied himself into Mairi’s eager mouth.

When he finally came down from the stratosphere, he found his hands still tangled in Mairi’s hair and her frowning at his spent dick. She looked up at him with a little pout.

“I didn’t think that through properly.” She pointed at his hanging dick. “Now what?”

Keir couldn’t help but grin at her. “Now I get to torture you while I recover.”

She squealed as he lifted her under the arms and tossed her back onto the bed. He fell to his knees on the carpet beside it, grasped her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed.

“Buckle up, Rusty—this ride is going to be wild.”

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Mairi’s ardor had calmed somewhat, which meant her mind had space to think. For Mairi, thinking was seldom a good thing. And on this occasion, it was no different. Because in the silence inside her head, a little voice began to shout. It reminded her that nothing had changed. That Keir was still the man who’d taken her to bed for the first time, and then left to commit a crime. The man who’d walked out in the middle of the night and never come back; he couldn’t come back, because he’d been locked up tight. She knew he hadn’t been in any trouble since, and she knew he had a good reputation as someone who worked hard, charged fair rates and never messed anyone around. She knew all these things. But still, there was that voice. The one telling her that if she gave him a second chance, she would be no better than her mother—constantly excusing her father’s behavior and going back for more.

With each second that passed without her body ruling her brain, that little voice became louder. Until it reached a point where all she could think was that being with Keir was a terrible mistake. She took a deep breath and readied herself to call a halt to their night. And that was when his mouth descended on her excited girl parts, and the words that had been on the tip of her tongue turned into a moan of pleasure. The voice in her head was suddenly silenced as her girl parts screamed in delight. Instead, the empty space of her mind was filled with bursts of dizzying color as Keir licked and nipped and teased her sensitive clit.

She grasped at his too-short hair, wishing it was longer so that she would have a stronger grip. She needed a stronger grip. She needed something to hold, to ground her, while Keir made her soar. He pushed her thighs wider and licked up the length of her opening.

“Keir!” Her back arched and she panted.