Beginning of an Eclipse (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES PREQUEL) (12 page)

    
She gave him another long, sexy kiss before she went to the bedroom. She quickly lit candles of all sizes that she’d placed around the room earlier and dimmed the lights before going back to get Darrell. Similar to Eve leading Adam to temptation, she pulled him to the bedroom and paused when he stood in the doorway. She knew his eyes had immediately been drawn to the
thing
resting on the thick, shagged throw in the middle of the room.
    
Roni chewed on the corner of her lip as she watched his reaction. His eyes lit up in anticipation as he smiled and looked down at her.
    
“You not playing around tonight are you?”

Chapter 12

    
Roni laughed as she drew him further into the room. “On the contrary. We
are
going to play - and this is our toy.”
    
She watched as he walked over and examined the contraction from all angles. Tilting his head to the side, he took in the set of restraints attached to the front and the back.

    
What the hell was it??

    
A slow smile stretched across his face. Hell, he didn’t care
what
it was
. He pictured Roni bound and at his mercy while he put a hurting on that pussy.
    
“It’s called a sex chaise.” She reached for his hand and pulled him over to her and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Would you like to try it out?” she teased.
    
“Ha! Funny.”
    
“Oh, I guarantee we’re going to have some fun, baby.”
    
“Is that right?” Darrell eyes lit up, loving this side of her. He leaned down and softly kissed the corner of her lips before he made his way to the curve of her ear. His tongue traced around the inside until he got to the lobe. She shivered when he gently sucked it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to lightly lick over it, before nibbling his way down the curvature of her neck.
    
“Mmm…..” Roni leaned her head to the side to give his mouth and teeth greater access to assault her sensitive skin. She swallowed hard when sensation upon sensation bombarded her senses as he attached his mouth more firmly to that certain spot on her neck that drove her positively wild.
    
“Oooo….yes, baby….”
    
When she became aware of Darrell slowly trying to walk her backwards towards the lounger, she forced herself to break the spell he’d effortlessly cast over her. Her fingers fumbled to unbuckle his belt before she unsnapped his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. He laughed at her haste. When she went for his zipper, he covered her trembling fingers with his hand.
    
“Careful, baby. I don’t wanna end up in nobody’s emergency room tonight.”
    
“Well then, you’d better be still, hadn’t you?” She finished unzipping his pants then practically yanked them and his boxers down his thighs.
    
Darrell grinned as she gave him a light shove which sent him tumbling back on the love seat directly behind him. “You get a li’l pushy when it’s somethin’ you want, huh?”
    
Roni kneeled in front of him and pulled off his shoes and socks before jerking his pants and boxer briefs the rest of the way off. All signs of amusement vanished from his face when her hands glided up past his ankles and over his hard calf muscles. She paused to give them a firm squeeze. His body tensed in anticipation when her fingertips grazed the strong lines of his thighs to get to what he considered the main event. His legs gaped open to give her enough room to work.
   
    
Roni placed an open mouthed, wet kiss on the head of his dick. Darrell closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cushions. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her soft hair and gently tried to push her mouth all the way down his length. Roni was sorely tempted to give in, but she knew once she did, she wouldn’t want to stop. Darrell knew it too as he continued to urge her on.
    
“Come on baby, just taste it for me. Just for a minute…”
    
The whispered words were seductive and coercing as he lifted his hips and brought temptation closer to her mouth. Compromising, Roni's tongue touched the pulsating vein which ran along the underside of his shaft, licking him from the throbbing base to the very top of his mountain. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the narrow slit and eagerly got a taste of the wetness pooling there. Roni licked her lips before her mouth continued its voyage up to his ripped, washboard abs.
     
Her tongue traced the square little muscles before dipping into the dense crevices that defined each one. Darrell lifted his head so that he could watch her make love to his body with her mouth.
    
“Yes…” he whispered.
    
Roni's lips covered his ultra- sensitive nipples and flicked her tongue over one before covering it with her mouth and firmly sucking. Darrell lifted off the chair and twisted in small circular movements. His legs restlessly shifted when Roni moved to his other nipple. She reached down and curled her hand over his painfully hard pipe that begged for her attention.
    
“I need to be inside of you. I need it now, baby…”
    
With his hands still tangled in her hair, Darrell brought her lips up to his and invaded her mouth with his tongue as he sought to satisfy the yearning his very being called out for. She had nourished his body with food and drink; now he was thirsty and hungry for her loving.
    
Sensing he was on the edge of losing control, Roni stood up and reached for his hand to pull him up, but he tugged her to him so that she stood between his legs. Darrell beseechingly looked up at her, letting her know without words how much he needed his pussy. Holding on to his wide shoulders, she bent down and gave him several long, wet kisses before stepping back and pulling him up.

    
His gaze was glued to the sensual movements of her ass as he followed her to the sex chaise. “One of us has too many clothes on.”

    
Roni smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m about to fix that little problem in just a minute. Here….” She patted the firm cushion of the chaise.

    
His eyes went from her to the lounger, then back to her. She couldn’t mean….
    
“You want me to….”
    
“Uh-huh...unless you’re too scared to give up control.”
    
Darrell softly laughed. “I ain't hardly scared.”
    
“Then lie down.”
    
Shaking his head, he made a big production of doing as she requested. Darrell watched her the entire time as she lifted the first strap which had restraints at the end and secured it around his right wrist, then moved to the other side and did the same to the left. The straps were only four or five inches long. They allowed him some movement, but not much.
    
Darrell's eyes followed her as she went to the bottom of the chaise and secured his ankles in much the same manner as she’d done his wrists. However, the ankle cuffs provided him with no movement at all. His knees were bent and his feet were flat on the floor on either side of the lounger. Thank God his boys couldn’t see him now!
    
He was surprised how vulnerable he felt in this position, but also strangely aroused. Darrell lifted his head to look at the restraints. As if testing the strength of them he pulled on one, then the other, frowning at how sturdy they were. Roni laughed then covered her mouth with her hand when he sent her a fierce scowl.

    
His eyes didn’t move away from her once. Continuing to look at her, he nodded and slowly lowered his head back down to the chaise. Darrell said not a word, but his eyes promised sweet retribution before the night was over.

    
Fighting to keep a straight face, Roni walked over to the CD player and pressed play, and seconds later the sexy sounds of Maxwell filled the room. Turning around, she let her eyes pour over Darrell’s 6 foot3 inch frame which had to be as close to perfection as God, in all of his ultimate wisdom, allowed. Her eyes lingered on his manhood which was standing straight and proud. She felt the tiny muscles of her vagina clench in reaction, as if preparing itself for what was to come. Roni wanted to climb on top of him and ride him all the way to satisfaction, but she dug down deep and grasped every ounce of self-control she possessed to stay strong.
    
The intense expression on Darrell’s face suddenly transformed into one of arrogant knowing. He saw the struggle on her face and knew she was trying not to give in to her body’s libidinous desires just yet.
    
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispered in a seductive voice. “You want it just as much as I do. Bring me dat pussy.”
    
When she reached behind her to unzip her dress, he smiled in satisfaction.
Hell, yeah.
A second later, the smile melted away at her words.
    
“Not yet baby. See, I have to prove a point first. What was it you said? Dick rules pussy every time? I guess we’ll see….”
    
Darrell instinctively tried to reach for her, but could only lift up a couple of inches. She talked much shit now that he had limited movement. “Let’s see how sure you are about that once I’m not bound and restrained.”
    
Roni shrugged as she pushed her dress down so that it fell to her feet. Darrell’s dick jumped as he took his time and absorbed every sexy inch of his woman. She wore a tiny black thong, the sheerest of black thigh highs with laced tops, her black, lace platform Loui’s - and nothing else. He closed eyes and swore to his dick that if it shot his load now, there would be hell to pay.
    
Now it was Roni’s turn to show arrogance. "We'll see who has more willpower. You'll be ready to tap out way before I set you free.” Her smile was mischievously taunting.

    
His eyes shot back to hers. “I ain’t never ‘tapped out’ in my life.”
    
But even as the words left his mouth, he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to the spot between her legs that he would walk on hot coals to be buried deep inside of this very minute.
    
Roni sauntered to the end of the lounger and climbed on top of him so that her lithe body was stretched out over his. She tucked her hair behind her ear then leaned down and shared a lustful kiss that left them both groaning with need. Their mouths and tongues moved against one another’s in ravenous syncopation as did their bodies.
    
Roni writhed against the hard, muscled planes of Darrell’s body. With her arms on either side of his head she pushed herself up so that her breasts were right above his mouth. As if he were plucking a ripe, juicy grape from a stem he lifted his head and captured her nipple eagerly in his mouth. He suckled until Roni hissed in pleasure. Sliding down, she again lifted up until only her sensitive nipples touched his chest. She bit her lip as they came in contact with the wiry hairs on his chest.
    
“Baby, I’m so wet. I don’t think I’ve ever
been
so wet.”
    
Groaning low, Darrell’s body lifted helplessly against hers when her nipples tickled and teased his chest. Every single movement was meant to tantalize, entice, and stimulate. No woman had ever had this kind of effect on him.
    
Lowering her mouth to his chest, Roni’s lips trailed a damp line down to his stomach until she finally got to his erection.
 
She took her time and sprinkled hot kisses up one side and down the other. Because of the way the lounger was made, Darrell’s head was on an incline and he could look down and watch everything she did.
    
“Suck it, Roni.”
    
Roni looked up at him, then reached over and got a jar of honey that she’d placed beside the lounger. She sat up and dipped the honey stick in the jar then used the little honeycomb shaped end to drizzle a thin layer of honey over his dick.
    
With long, sexy swipes of her tongue, Roni lapped at the honey like a cat drinking cream from a bowl. She glanced up and saw him clutching the cushion of the lounger in a death grip. Darrell’s face was scrunched up as if in pain and his teeth seemed welded together. Guttural, animalistic grunts escaped his mouth. Once Roni licked and cleaned the sticky sweetness away, she slowly lowered her lips down his dick, finally giving him what he wanted.

    
Darrell let out a low, tormented moan.
“Uuugghh...”

    
Her mouth was so wet. So hot. So tight.
    
“Got
damn
, Roni…!”
    
He already knew he would only last a few moments, and when she opened her throat and tried to swallow him whole, he lost it. Lifting his hips off the lounger, he felt his balls tighten as the white, thick cream of his pleasure came rushing to his tip and shoot down her throat.
    
His juice poured into her eager mouth until he was dry and spent then his hips lowered back to the lounger. With chest heaving from the powerful eruption, Darrell opened his eyes and looked at Roni soothingly sucking him.
    
“Come here. I wanna taste you.”

    
Darrell groaned when Roni licked her lips as if she’d just enjoyed a delicious entree. She got up and took a step towards him, but he shook his head. “Uh-uh. The honey.”
    
Roni’s stomach jumped in response to the look in his eyes as she reached for the jar. He watched as she took out the honey stick and spread the thick, sticky sweet and mixed it with the thick, sticky sweetness of her body's natural flavor.
    
Darrell licked his lips. “More…”
    
Roni gave him a wicked look as she complied. When he nodded his approval she came up and straddled his face so that her pussy rested above his mouth. The lounger was low enough to comfortably rest both of her feet on the floor.
    
“You know that ice cream cake is my second most favorite dessert, right? Bring my pussy down here.”
    
Whimpering before he even made contact, Roni lowered herself to his mouth. Her head fell back as Darrell proceeded to eat her pussy like the pro he was while Roni rode his face like the pro
she’d become
.
 
Slicing his tongue between the swollen folds of her lips, he was able to open her up for his invasion. The honey she'd spread over her feminine area was like the icing on the cake.
    
Darrell used his mouth, his lips, his tongue, and his teeth to bring her ultimate pleasure. Roni’s hip undulated like a belly dancer, fucking the tongue that wildly thrashed about inside her walls. Like Darrell, it didn’t take her long to reach her satisfaction. As she felt it coming to the forefront, she leaned back and rested one hand on his stomach for leverage as she humped his face for all she was worth. She let out a loud scream as Darrell moaned against her fat and tender clit. Her body convulsed and lurched as her muscles continued to rhythmically contract and release throughout her orgasm.
    
When she was finally able to move, Roni lifted herself off of Darrell’s face and stretched out on top of him. When her lips met his, she tasted the sweet evidence of her explosion. She licked her juices off of his face before exchanging steamy kisses with him again.
    
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” she whispered against his lips.
    
“Hell yeah. Untie me.”
    
Giving him a slow smile, she sat up and turned around so that her back and ass was facing him. Roni carefully sank down each delicious inch and started to ride. Darrell lifted up as far as the restraints would allow, plunging up on her down stroke. He kept an unwavering eye on her ass as it twisted, and jiggled and grinded on his dick. Wanting to squeeze and spank it, he pulled at the straps.
    
“Roni, untie me. Aww,
fuck
…!” he screamed as her pussy tightened its greedy hold on him.
    
“Just lie back and enjoy this, baby. Is it good?”
    
“Yeah…..
hell
yeah….”
    
“Is this pussy fucking you the way you like to be fucked…?”
    
“You know it is. Baby -
untie me!
”
    
“Tell me it’s good…”
    
“It’s good…!”
    
“Tell me it’s the best you ever had….” Roni fucked him harder, slamming her pussy down until he was buried deep.
    
“GOT DAMMIT…!”
    
Roni heard a
pop!
Then a
snap!
She whipped around and looked over her shoulder. Her mouth fell open when her shocked eyes saw that Darrell had pulled the secured straps clean off the lounger.
     
She swallowed a scream when he sat up. If she didn’t know him and he walked up to her in a dark alley with that expression, she would’ve sworn he was there to do her harm. But she recognized the look of single-minded lust which told her he was determined to dish out her payback for teasing him so.
    
“B-baby…wait!
Oh…!
”
    
Without breaking the conjoined contact of their bodies, he somehow managed to untie the ankle constraints. Once he was free, he pushed her down on her stomach and kept a hand on the small of her back as he tore her pussy up. All Roni could do was hold on tight. Darrell growled and grunted each time his dick went home until Roni lost control and creamed down his rigid bone.