Red Hot Obsessions (214 page)

“No thanks. It looks scrumptious as-is.”

He slid the plate and held a fork out to me and waited with a beaming smile while I tried it.

“Ohmygosh. So delicious.
You
are the best.”

“I know.” He winked at me, tugged a stool to the other side and nestled across from me with his own plate in front of him. Maybe he wanted to look into my eyes as he fork-fed me. He gave me more bites. “I’m a double major. Secondary Education and English. Teaching Junior high kids would be my ideal. That’s when they grow so much. That’s when it’s most important for them to find their truth and gain confidence and direction. Creative writing is such an amazing outlet for so many people, and I want to help kids tap into their souls. With so many dream crushers around, I wanna be that cool teacher who gave a youth his or her wings and encouraged flight.”

I licked my lips. “Wow. Teaching? That’s so awesome. I would’ve pegged you for the corporate world, honestly. You have the confidence, command and authoritativeness.”

“That’s what my father says, that I’m wasting my God-given talents and good name.”

“It wouldn’t be wasted with you teaching. It makes sense to me, with you having explained your reason. You have such a beautiful soul, Sir.”

“You think so?” He fed me more bites of my breakfast.

I nodded as I chewed. “Yes.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“That’s what you’re doing by dominating me, teaching me to discover my very best and unleash it.”

“You’re right. I can see that. In spite of that red ass you’re sporting that states to the contrary, I don’t have the ruthlessness or slippery code of ethics that you need in order to be successful in business. You need to be a lion-headed snake.”

“Well, you are kind of a lion, but I don’t see any snake at all. I don’t even think my red ass declares any ruthlessness on your part. You are fair in your demands for me. I like to be challenged. That’s why I’m after a hard-to-land spot in Delta Gamma.”

“And that’s exactly why frat life isn’t for me. I don’t have the time or desire for lame games. I get bossed around enough by my father, I don’t need punk-assed idiots poisoning my blood or crushing my education. I’m glad you think I’m fair, and I love that you’re willing to fight for what you want and go after it. That’s what draws me to you. That’s why I believe you can be my ultimate pleasure because you won’t stop until you get there. You don’t really know it yet, but I can be hard to please.”

“It wouldn’t be as fun if I didn’t have to strive and push myself, Sir.”

He started eating his own stuffed French toast, and I loved watching him chow down, the way his mouth closed around the fork, and the way his jaw ground around, and how his tongue casually, yet so erotically, cleaned up residue and strawberry juice from his lips. He had me shivering. Mmm. If I could have moved stealthily off this stool, I would’ve rushed over and assaulted those lips with my devotion and a hundred nibbles. They were magical and firm and petal soft and sexy as hell. His lips were mine for the taking. Mine to appreciate and love on and maul.

“So, you are liking us as a
THIS
so far then?” Looking up, he noticed my rigid attention. His eyes widened then slimmed down.

“Very much.”

“What are you thinking, bad girl?” He leaned over the counter and gave me whole strawberry on the prongs, and I pulled it off slowly with my teeth. Watching me, he flicked his tongue and bit the side of his bottom lip with a one-second dragging tug, which only made his mouth all the more enticing.

“Nothing
that
bad.”

He squinted and ate a piece of his own French toast. “Mmm hmm.”

“I just love your lips. I’m thinking of all the wondrous things they can do.”

“You’re so weird. They’re just lips. Normal, guy lips.”

“Lips that I want to devour, Sir. Get over here.” I gasped. That was bossy, way out of line.

He did not reprimand me for my insistence though or throw flames with his eyes. “You first.” He shoved the plates over with his arm and yanked me forward to slide across the slick marble. He flipped me over, cradled my face in both hands and blocked a yelp when he dove into my mouth upside down. I didn’t even care that it scraped one of my hipbones, because I was so turned on to be in his grab. It was the slowest, most sexy kiss I’d ever gotten, but as his hands traversed wildly over my rope-adorned body, our kiss got faster and more heated. He clutched at exposed flesh, making me moan. I sucked him in deep with ferocity and growled in my throat. I loved the feel of his tongue this way. It was different and enticing. I could get more of it in.

He climbed up on the counter on his knees, bent over me and drove his mouth into my cunt. I shrieked and returned the favor and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. We ate each other out for breakfast right on the peninsula, and he grew rigid under my oral attack.

“God, Addison. You are so sexy. Fuck. You keep blowing my mind.”

He turned around and slid off the counter and picked me up into his arms. His mouth danced with mine as he carried me out to the sunroom off the breakfast nook. He set my feet down on tile, tugged the top off of a jacuzzi, turned on the jets and helped me into the wet heat. Once he loosened my hands from my torso, we lowered into the water, his lap under my straddle.

“Are the ropes too constricting or heavy now that they’re wet?”

“No, Sir. I’m fine.”

He drew my chest to his. I ran my framed, perky breasts along his pecs and pulled back a tad to caress just his nipples with mine.

He ducked his head under my arms so they circled his neck and he quickly reclaimed my mouth. Grinding swollen parts together, we were breathing hard within seconds.

He slid his hands under my ass and bobbed me up and down, forcing my petals to rub deliciously against his stiffness. He soon let me take over the slide.

When I climbed his length the sixth time, I went all the way up and on top, so I could line my entrance up with his tip. I sank down on it and rocked back and forth. In his ear, I breathlessly whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me. Pretty please.”

He groaned in my ear and shifted me away and to the front of his cock again. “No. We are not fucking. Stop begging for that. Stop begging, period, unless I specifically want you to. I will give you what I want when I want. I’m so horny right now, and I just want to see how long I can stay hard.”

I whimpered but said, “Yes, Sir.”

We knocked our heat and activity down a few notches and went on a slow ride, sliding together with a speed that was more like making love, which I knew was how he wanted to take me our first time. We kissed and rubbed genitals together for ten or fifteen minutes. We stopped moving when either of us got close to coming and resumed motion when the rush subsided. We weren’t really keeping track with a clock, but it felt like we’d passed his threshold. The sun rose around our room of glass, bringing a pink and orange banner with it.

He ducked his head out from underneath my arms, got behind me and pulled me backwards into the water. With my hands tied, I felt so vulnerable, as he dipped me back. I screamed and struggled to get up. He crouched and got under me at my side, and held my torso, nearly parallel with the floor, with my shoulders up slightly higher.

I shook in his arms and screeched. “Let me up!” I shouted.

“No. Not yet. Do you trust me, Addison?”

“Yes, but I’m scared. I don’t like being tied up and pulled backwards like this.”

“I’m going to dunk you.”

I cried. “No, Logan. Please don’t.”

“Do you trust that I won’t hurt you beyond what you’re able to take, that nothing bad will happen?”

“Yes, but I just don’t like this.”

He kissed my face. “I know you’re scared, baby, with the lack of control, with the unfamiliar sensations, but that’s what we’ll be doing in a scene. You might be tied up or blindfolded, things might look scary, but you need to trust me, completely, that I won’t push you beyond what you can bear. I am going to stretch you, push your limits and give you both pleasure and pain. I need to see it, see that you trust me. And you need to know for yourself, that you’re 100% there and able to submit and give in to me. You’re shaking and your lungs are breathing crazy. You are safe, totally safe. We are so close, Addison, bound by respect, adoration, desire, and polar lusts. Do you feel close to me?”

“More than anyone. More than ever.”

“Then prove it. Breathe with me, slow your pace down to match mine, focus on my words and on my strength under your body. You feel me?”

“Yes, I feel you.” I concentrated on his rhythm and his body and voice as he whispered luscious compliments in my ear. I was all about Logan, my Sir. “But, I don’t like the lack of control.”

“You need to go in and under, Addison. When you’re ready, tell me, take a deep breath and I will pinch your nose and submerge you. I will lower the arm holding you now, keep you under for two seconds, and then lift you back up and pull you right to my chest and give you more kisses. I know you’re terrified, to let go like that, to fully trust in me, but you can do it. I know you can.”

I let my weight fall further onto his strong arms underneath me. He bobbed me up and down, to show he could easily lift me back up.

“Trust me, Addison. Give me control.”

I took breaths in time with his. “I can do this, I can do this. I want to, I’m just scared.” His strength radiated through my body. He breathed slow and deep and I flowed with his pace and was soothed and relaxed by it.

“I know. Trust me,” he whispered in my ear, and then left his lips there on my temple.

“Okay, okay. I’m ready. Dunk me, Sir.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He pulled one hand out from under me, so my feet could settle onto the floor while I stayed reclined on his other arm. He looked me in the eye for confirmation and I nodded approval. I took a deep breath, and he pinched my nose and dipped me back. It was terrifying to surrender fully to him like this in a potentially life-threatening situation, but I wanted to prove my trust and my ability to yield, to both of us, and was excited that he’d been thoughtful enough to put me through this test. As I came out of the water and he clutched my face to his chest, I felt reborn, like I was baptized in the solidity of us.

He lifted me up further until I was standing, and then he got up too, unraveling the ropes.

As I stood, a new creature, unbound and totally trusting before him, he tossed the red streams to the floor and his eyes gleamed with delight and adoration. While running fingers across the pink grooves in my flesh, he kissed my face and neck with the softest pecks. His cock was still hard and lick-worthy against my waist.

“I’m so proud of you, Addison.” His lips met mine so softly and he kneaded my breasts. “Thank you for trusting me, for proving it.”

“I’m proud of myself too.” He clamped his arms around me, and I stood on my toes and took his hard cock between my legs and squeezed him. “You’re still hard, Sir. Can I finish sucking you off, but without a time limit this time?”

“What a devoted, thoughtful sub you are. I’d love that.” He sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi, calves dipped into the water.

I knelt on the jacuzzi floor and bowed down between his legs, engulfing him in my slick heat. He stripped off my elastic, chucked it to the tile, and swept fingers again and again through my braid until my dripping locks were loose and unraveled. He moaned and clasped clumps of my hair as I rode him slowly up and down and swirled my tongue around the ridge and the shaft. I shook my head back and forth and gave him a few tip sucks. I looked him in the eye right before I sank down on his entirety and took him into my throat, my way.

“Mmm, Addison. You are sensational. No one’s ever given me head before. And let me just say, it was more than worth the wait. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a seasoned slut.”

Even given his limited partners, I was surprised to hear he’d never gotten it. I slid off long enough to say, “I’m only
your
slut. Yours and yours alone.”

I went back to devouring him but more ferociously.

“I’m so glad.” He growled. “No, go slower. Like you were before.”

His fingers tugged at my hair with jolts of pain, clenching and unclenching, as I slowed down my pace. I rubbed hands along his thighs and tugged at his balls. His gaze as he looked down on me kneeling before him smoldered and set me on fire.

He was losing hardness and pushed me away. I slid off the shaft, but was not ready to end my worship and quickly sucked at the skin at the bottom of his scrotum in desperation. He hummed and changed his mind, loosened his grip on my shoulders and wove back into my hair. He let me stay here and show him a new pleasure. I nibbled the skin underneath the sack and stroked it with the tip of my tongue. I needed more room to work and pushed his thighs further apart. I took in each nut, one at a time, with a rolling, rocking motion that had him groaning and growling deep in his throat. A glance up showed me his eyes closed, head tilted back. He looked so hot and divine, enjoying my gift to him.

It surged me with determination and I became more veracious. He sucked in air through his teeth, I thought in discomfort, so I slowed down, but it must have been pleasure, because he shoved my head closer and rocked me again and again into his nuts. I opened my mouth wider and managed to cram both in and massage and slid my tongue between them. I felt like a chipmunk, all stuffed to capacity.

“Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to care that his cock was limp in my gently squeezing hand.

I continued to suck and flick my tongue, but my jaw was starting to hurt. I went back to one nut at a time, careful to keep my teeth out of it and not press down too hard.

Holding his sack in my other fingers to even up the placement of his balls, I quickly fell into a good rhythm, moving from one to another with a figure eight motion with me sucking each one in and weaving in and out and around with my tongue. He was back to semi-hard and I slid my grip up and down slowly with my left hand, while still primarily attending to his balls.