Fiery Nights (8 page)

He picked me up again and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
When he entered me, I gasped. Although we had sex the night before, the full
feeling of him inside me was still a new sensation. And it had been so long
since I’d wanted someone this badly.

Had I
ever
wanted anyone this badly?

I met his rhythm and worked myself against him as the
friction rose. Oh my God, I was going to come again.

“Damn, Tristan. You know how to push just the right
buttons.”

Right there.

Oh. My. God.

My world intensified and exploded once again, but different
this time with him inside me.

“
That was awesome,” I said.

He let me down gently so I didn’t scrape myself against the
house.

“Now lie down,” I said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh baby, I hope you mean that. Because I don’t want you to
be done with me for a long time.”

“We can’t fool around out here all night. Your parents will
be back at some point.”

“I meant more than that.”

Knowing full well what he meant, I said, “Don’t worry. Let
me take care of you.”

He lay down on the grass and I climbed on top of him, easing
myself down over him.

“You feel so good inside me,” I said as the tempo rose. “So
fucking good I can hardly take it.”

“I know,” he said. He slid his hands under my shirt to feel
my breasts. “Makes me wish I met you a long time ago.”

This time when the intensity rose, I felt his excitement
rising with it as he met me with increasingly deep thrusts. When I called out
his name and exploded all over him, he grabbed my shoulders and pumped deep
inside me. And then I collapsed onto his chest.

We lay there panting for a few minutes, our limbs entwined
around each other on the cool grass. Then Tristan rolled me off him to lie next
to me and propped up on his elbow. “Hey Maya, I want to show you something
inside.”

“I
think
you just showed me something quite
impressive.”

“Ha! Well, thank you. I meant something to cool off.” His
grin was so mischievous, like a little boy.

“What is it?”

“Come with me.”

I readjusted my clothing and followed him into a pantry
where a big freezer took up much of the space.

“My parents have an ice cream freezer.”

“I wasn’t expecting that, but that’s awesome. I’m eight
thousand degrees right now.”

“Look inside. All those flavors.”

“You frickin’ rock, Tristan.”

“Let’s mix and match,” he said, grabbing some sundae
glasses. “And maybe, I’ll lick some off of you.”

“Damn, you treat me good. And like I said, you rock.”

Tristan

Her long shifts at the firehouse were torture for me as I
waited for her. I looked at the clock repeatedly while I worked in the lab,
trying to distract myself from the ache of missing her.

When she finally had a night off, I asked her to meet me at
Vamps that evening.

She wore a blue cotton dress that matched her eyes and had
buttons all down the front. Perfect for a casual day at the beach. Or a naughty
night. Blood rushed into my cock as I thought about unbuttoning them, one by
one.

But that wasn’t why I invited her here. We could have fooled
around in my loft. I wanted to show her something. I led her downstairs, but
then hesitated on the stairwell.

She sensed my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never invited anyone in here before. It’s been my
secret space.”

She looked at me with such a naughty grin that I instantly
hardened. “I can keep a secret.”

When we entered the library, she ran her fingers down the
spines of some leather books. “What a collection.”

“My favorites.”

“You collect books?”

“Books have been my companions for as long as I can
remember. And they’re filled with people who are different, outcasts. Without
them, my life would have been a whole lot lonelier.”

“No friends growing up?”

I shook my dead. “Friendships were too difficult for me.
It’s hard to play games with someone when you’re staring in horror at the
shadows around them. Besides, I preferred to be alone. Step back. I need to
take care of something.” I pulled a book forward on the bookcase—
Dante’s
Inferno
—which triggered a hidden lever underneath it. The bookcase twisted
to the side.

“Splendid,” she shrieked. “It’s as if we’re in the game
Clue
.
I love that game!”

“I love games too. But spicier ones than board games.”

“I’m all ears,” she said.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now I want to show you some other
things.”

Her eyes widened as my lab was revealed by the moving
bookcase. She looked at me and asked, “May I?”

“Please.” I gestured for her to go on in.

She entered the lab and moved along one shelf after another.
“So many bottles and jars. So many books. What is this? What do you
do
in here?”

“Experiment. Make things, brew potions.”

“Potions? Like what?”

“Mostly I’ve been trying to find a cure to my curse.”

She looked at me with such concern in her eyes that I was
momentarily disarmed. I appreciated how much this woman might actually care for
me. Not just as a lover, but as a person.

“I’m really touched that you invited me in here. And I’m
honored that you trust me with your secret.”

For a moment, I was at a loss for words. When I found my
voice, I said, “It’s cathartic being able to share it with someone. My mother
has been on my case about being too isolated for years. Now I’m starting to
understand why.”

“You know something, Tristan? Maybe your mother is right
about the other thing as well. Maybe we did meet for a reason.”

I had to tease to lighten the serious tone that dominated
the conversation. “Hot sex?”

She laughed in surprise at first, but then returned a
coquettish gaze. “Naturally. But maybe there’s more. The way you see me in some
light, my thing with fire. I don’t know, but maybe there’s something to it.”

“Okay, maybe there is,” I conceded. “How in the hell would
we even go about figuring it out?”

She scanned the jars on the shelf again. “No freakin’ clue.
I don’t even know what the heck you have going on down here.”

“I know what you have going on down there,” I said, giving
her a lascivious look. “And I love it.”

“You’re incorrigible, aren’t you, Mr. Stone?” she said. “I
guess you have one thing on your mind right now. Maybe we should try for some
erotic inspiration?”

“My favorite kind,” I said and moved in to pull her close.
Gazing into those sparkling eyes again, I thought I’d get lost. And when she
leaned in to kiss me, I never wanted to be found.

We kissed standing up in the middle of the lab, but then
made our way back to the velvet-covered sofa as if in some sort of sensual
dance. I pressed myself down on top of her as I kissed her neck.

“Experiments,” she said. I looked up to see her eyes
scanning the shelves again.

“Shh. The only experimentation I want to do right now is on
your body.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that. Consider me a willing
participant.”

“Hold on a sec.” I hurried to open some drawers to see what
I had on hand. When I found some old scarves I used to fasten things, I turned
back. “Why don’t we start with these?”

“What on earth would we do with that?” she asked.

“Close your eyes.”

She hesitated, but then closed them. I looked for the
softest one and found a blue silk scarf. I covered her eyes and she lifted her
head so I could reach back and tie it behind her.

Having her eyes covered helped steel me for my next step. If
she were watching me with those fiery eyes, I might have relented on my plan—to
just bend her over the end of the sofa and take her from behind right then.

Her lips parted and I bent down to cover them with my own.
“Relax.” When I saw her exhale, I said, “Trust me.”

Maya

I’d never been blindfolded before other than playing Pin the
Tail on the Donkey. Whenever a past lover had suggested it, I flat-out said no.
It involved a level of trust that I simply did not feel for them. But when
Tristan did it, my hesitation was only momentary.

The silk felt cool and satiny on my skin. And the sensation
of being blindfolded heightened all my other senses.My God, this was
intense.

Every nerve in my body was alert, wondering and waiting to see
what he’d do next.

His footsteps softened. He was walking away. Where was he
going?

My question was answered when I heard music fill the room.
Someone crooning, “You never really know” in a rich, seductive voice. I
wondered who was singing and wanted to ask, but my anticipation for what would
happen next drowned out my curiosity.

His breath on my wrist preceded his lips as he kissed me
there. He then raised my hand and something cottony entwined my wrist.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Shh. Just wait. If something bothers you too much, just
tell me to stop.”

His lips moved up my arm to my neck. My body heated up so
quickly. Just the anticipation of his next move set my skin on fire.

“You’re wearing the amulet.”

“Uh-huh. I love it.”

His lips moved down above my breasts. I felt his fingers
playing with my buttons. I’d purposely left the top one undone to give a hint
of skin while leaving something to the imagination.

When he unfastened the first button, I exhaled, unaware that
I’d been holding my breath. He kissed me where he had uncovered the skin and
moved on to the next button. When he unfastened that button and kissed me
there, my body hungrily anticipated the next button as he moved down the front
of my body.

Oh, this was sweet, slow torture.

By the time he reached my navel, I was writhing in
anticipation beneath him. Then his warm breath was over my panties.

I swore I could come just like that. That’s how ready I was.
Waiting for more.

Is he going to continue this sweet torment with the rest
of my clothing? Damn, why didn’t I go commando tonight?

His lips were on my inner thighs as he unfastened the last
two buttons and I was fully aware that my body was rising, heaving, desperate
to meet him.

My dress fully open now, I lay there blindfolded in just my
royal-blue lace bra and panties. When he whispered, “Stunning,” I was glad I
chose to wear undergarments after all.

“Scoot up for a sec. I want to get this dress off you.”

I did what I was told and he pulled the dress off my arms
and out from under me.

“I want to ravish you right now,” he said.

“Then do it,” I pleaded.

“No. Wait. Trust me. It’ll be worth it.”

He reached behind me and unfastened my bra, pulling it off
me. I heard a low groan deep in his throat. Then his fingers inched inside the
waistline of my panties and he pulled them down. I raised my hips to aid him
and then lay back down, aware I was fully naked and blindfolded.

The song ended, replaced by another with a mounting tempo. I
recognized it.
The Hunter’s Prelude
from the
Bram Stoker’s Dracula
soundtrack.
As the tempo rose, my anticipation rose as well. What was he going to do next?

My question was soon answered when he took my already bound
wrist and lifted the other. He tied them together above my head and let them
rest behind me on the end of the sofa.

Oh God, he’s tying me up. Blindfolded. Tied up. Never
done this before. The wait is agony.

Then Tristan’s mouth was on my index finger, sucking it in
and out. His tongue flicked over my finger, filling me with anticipation. And
then with one last suck, he moved away.

His kisses moved down my arms, then to my thighs. Down, down
he kissed along my legs. Down to my ankles. I knew what was coming next.
Another scarf.

As if reading my mind, he said, “I’m leaving your legs
untied this time. I want them spread open.” He eased my legs apart. “Wider. I
want to see all of you.”

Being so naked and so appraised while I couldn’t see any of
it had me panting again.

Something light tickled my ankle. What was it? It moved up
my leg, leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. Was it a feather?

Yes, it had to be. He brushed me with it, up, up, up to my
breasts. Over them. My nipples hardened, reaching out for him. And then his
tongue was licking and suckling one, while his hand caressed my other breast.
He moved his mouth to the other breast while I barely breathed, so caught up in
my longing.

“Hold on,” he whispered.

“No!” My body screamed,
Don’t go now!

After a few agonizing seconds, I heard a scratchy sort of
noise and then smelled the sulfur of a match.

“It’s okay. I’m just lighting a candle,” he said.

“For what?”

“Candlelight. And maybe—you.”

“Oh. Are you going to…”

“Do you want me to?”

A part of me screamed no. Flame. Pain. No way.

Another part, the part of me that was already consumed by
fire at this point, took over. I nodded.

“What was that?” Tristan teased.

“Ye-yes.”

“Are you ready?”

I braced myself for heat, pain. But where?

Heat concentrated in my inner thighs as I felt the flame
move closer.

Put it out!

No, wait. Wait for it. See what happens.

In the next second, pain scorched my inner thigh for one
instantaneous moment. And then the other one. The intensity of the sensation
was underscored by the music pummeling all around us.

“Oww,” I cried out.

The candle wax must have hardened instantly because Tristan
pulled it off my skin. The pain was instantly replaced by coolness. A water
bottle? And then warm, soft lips.

Holy crap, this is too much. I’m going to explode any
second.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” I managed to squeak out and nodded.

The next song was
Paralyzer
, one I recognized from
the club, the night I met Tristan.

“This song played the moment I fell for you.”

“Oh.” I sighed.

“I’m going to put something on you now. Something warm.
Spread your legs.”

“What is it?” I asked, already burning with longing down
there.

“Just a tasty little potion. Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

The potion felt cool when he poured it onto me and I
squealed. But then his breath only an inch away warmed it up.

Oh this was heaven. Exquisite torture and heaven all at
once.

And then finally, his tongue was on me. I wanted to reach
down and feel his hair, but my wrists were tied.

The muscles in my thighs tightened as my excitement rose. He
tortured and rewarded me with his artful tongue and then entered me with
skillful fingers.

And then his fingers were replaced by something bigger and
firmer. I heard the vibrations the moment before I felt it inside me. He played
with me so artfully, as if he knew exactly what my body needed next.

It didn’t take long for the tempo to rise and I lifted my
lower body to get closer, closer still, before I exploded all around him in
blissful release. Incoherent words mingled with moans escaped from my lips.

I heard fabric rustling and pictured him undressing.

“Hurry,” I managed to say.

“Okay, babe. One sec.”

The seconds I waited while he ripped open a package and put
on a condom were agonizing. When I finally felt the head of his cock tease me,
I said, “Now. Please. Now.”

I was so wet that he eased right inside me, despite me tightening
reflexively around him. His thick cock filled me so much I could barely take
it.

But I wanted it. More of it. So I rose against him and met
each one of his thrusts. The friction intensified and I climbed, climbed—but
then he stopped.

“Not yet, babe. I’m going to come too quickly like this. You
feel too good. But I want to do something else first.”

He managed to turn me around while I was still bound and
blindfolded, so I was now headfirst over the armrest of the sofa. He untied me
so I now had free use of my hands, which I quickly realized I needed to use as
he slammed into me from behind, pushing me so hard that I grabbed onto the
armrest and braced myself for more.

From this angle, the penetration was so intense. He held on
to my shoulders for leverage, which also kept me from falling over the edge.
Each time his cock rammed into me, I screamed out.