The Unblocked Collection (27 page)

She licked her lips. “Got it.”

I knelt on the bed and straddled her body, holding her hands against the headboard. I had made a special request for this bed, I wanted something wooden, with slats on the headboard, carved and sanded, so the finish was smooth on all four sides. I knew she could handle the rubbing, but I didn’t want her skin cut or splintered.

“You’re not going to tie me up…”

I weaved the flannel around her wrists and secured the knots to the headboard. “I’m not?” The shirt was tight enough to prevent her from moving, but loose enough to allow circulation.

She glanced at my handiwork. “You warned me that you would do this…I never thought you really would.”

“Don’t ever doubt me, Frankie. I always keep my promises.” I slid down until our lips aligned. “I also promised to take your ass.” Her chest rose as she took a deep breath. “And I intend to do that, too.” She squirmed beneath me, and I devoured her mouth, my tongue probing to get more of her hot, rich flavor. Her movements grew smoother, more sensual, her body curving into mine. She was grinding against me as if I were already inside her. Her legs spread even more. Her hot, heaving breath washed over my face.

When I had her nice and worked up, I dipped down her chest, sucking her left nipple into my mouth through the lace of her bra.

“Oooooh shit...” she moaned.

I ripped the fabric, just enough to let her sweet pink bud poke through the hole. Then I tore the other side, and I ran my tongue over it. Her back arched as I flicked and sucked, back and forth between each tit until it was time for my teeth. I bit down and flapped my tongue over the tip, allowing her to feel both sensations at the same time.

She cried out, her erotic sounds filling the room. “Please,” she begged, her hands writhing in their restraints. “Please let me feel you…”

I wanted that more than she did; I wanted to feel her from the inside, to taste that fucking cunt again, to run my mouth over her sweet throbbing clit. I didn’t bother to push her legs together and strip her panties off. I ripped them to shreds like the last time. My plan to tease her, to taunt her—it all went to hell when I smelled her delicious pussy. I spread her lips open and lapped her long, tightening clit. “You taste so good, Frankie…so fucking good.” Her legs closed around me in response, her feet pushing into the bed as her legs flexed and released.

I plunged my finger in and out of her wetness. Her hips began to buck, driving my finger farther inside her, my mouth deeper. I let her fuck it for a while, giving her a taste of control before I placed some weight on her hips to stop her.

Then I gave her a second finger.

“Oh, God—
yes!
” she screamed.

I felt her began to contract and slowed my licking, my penetrating, bringing her back down from peaking all the way. The city light that trickled in through the windows illuminated her wet pussy and the dark patch that had grown on the blanket beneath her. I wanted to ring it out, save it in a glass so I could savor her juices and drink them later.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she said. My tongue rested flat as I looked up past her navel, over her tits, until I saw those stunning lips. “Every night since I met you, you’ve been doing this to me, in my mind, in my bed. And now seeing your face between my legs here is…” She gasped as I started licking again, sucking her hard clit into my mouth and flicking the end of it. “I can’t stop, Derek.”

“Then don’t,” I said. She was waiting for my command. It was time to give it to her. “Come on my face, Frankie.”

“
Ahhhhh…
” she hissed.

“Come
right fucking now
.”

Her back arched as her feet pushed into the mattress. Her knees bent, and her stomach began to shudder. I lapped without stopping, her cum thick and sweet as it filled the groove of my tongue. It tasted so much better than I remembered. I kept at it until the waves slowed, then stilled altogether. Only then did I stop entirely.

“That was perfect,” she breathed. “Just perfect.”

“No…this,” I growled, flattening my tongue across her hole and licking upward until I reached the top of her clit, “is perfect.”

And it was perfect—so perfect in fact that I had to eat it again. I didn’t give her a break, or a chance to relax and enjoy the calm in her body. I dove right back into her pussy and flicked as hard and as fast as I had just moments ago. Then I buried two fingers inside her warmth.

“Oh my God,” she cried out. “You’re crazy! I can’t…I just…
oh fuck!
”

“Not yet,” I told her, smiling as I flapped my tongue over her. “But that’s coming, too.”

FRANKIE

DEREK’S MOUTH
had given me four unimaginable orgasms—three more than I would have thought possible. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to finally be able to run my hands over his body, touch his skin, and feel him on top of me. “Please, Derek,” I panted as his tongue came to a stop. “I want you…
all
of you.”

He rested his face on the inside of my thigh, breathing heavily over my sex. Each exhale triggered a new sensation, as did the scratching of his whiskers when they brushed over my skin. I wanted to feel them on my breasts, my neck, my cheeks. His tongue paused for only a moment before it returned to my clit. He’d been licking that spot and nothing else the entire time.

“No,” I shouted, pulling at the flannel that was wrapped around my hands.

His eyes met mine as his tongue stopped moving. “If you don’t fuck me right now with something other than your tongue, I’m going to scream. Loudly. And not the pleasurable kind, either.” His mouth was hidden, but his eyes showed his smile. “I’m serious.”

“I believe you.” He gave me one last kiss, thrust his tongue deep in my groove and drew it out with a flick against my clit that sent a quiver right through me. Then he pushed himself off the bed, and in the golden glow of the candles, I noticed his tattoo. It looked like scripted letters that started under his upper arm and traveled down the length of his torso to his waist. It was too dark to see what they spelled, and he moved too quickly to get a good look. Still, I was intrigued, as I had been by everything else about him.

He stood next to the bed, specks of light running across his body. I finally had another chance to appreciate all that he’d been hiding from me. He was a magnificent sight; his chest deeply defined, a clearly outlined six-pack that led to a V that cut into his hips and ran below his waistband. His arms were brawny, his shoulders wide and full. He’d built his body as precisely as he’d built his empire.

“Release me,” I begged.

I saw a flash of a smile behind his hand as he skimmed his beard, wiping away my juices that had collected there. Then he licked his fingers. “Not a chance.” It didn’t matter how many times I had seen him do that; it would never get old.

“Release me…please.”

He moved closer, reaching into his back pocket and removing a foil packet. He ripped into it with his teeth. “My pink ivory is so full of demands.” He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his thick leather belt. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and zipped his fly down. His gray boxer briefs peeked through the hole. I held my breath as he leaned over to push them down and step out of them and stand up again, naked with his dick fully erect.

Oh my God…

I felt his eyes on my face. “What…no
wow
this time?”

I let out half a gasp, half a sigh, and something of a moan at the end of it all. The head was enormous, the shaft smooth and veined. He was much longer and wider than the few men I’d been with. It was like everything else about him: big and solid and undeniable. And perfect.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered.

His eyebrow hitched. “It’ll come to you.”

My eyes skimmed his length again. “You’re going to break me with that.”

I realized when he laughed that I’d said it out loud. “No, I’m going to reward you with it.” He pulled the condom out of the package. “Over and over and over again.”

“Stop,” I cried out, before he had a chance to put it on. “I want to suck it first.” He didn’t move. “If you’re going to keep me tied up so I can’t touch you, you can at least let me have a taste of you.” I tilted my body and turned my head as close to him as I could. It wasn’t enough to reach him. So I licked my lips and looked up longingly, enticing him to take a step toward me. “Please, Derek, let me suck your cock.”

It was all the convincing he needed.

He approached me, locked his eyes with mine, and touched the crest to my lips. I opened enough to allow the crown in. The spiced scent was even more potent down here, more erotic than I’d ever smelled. I licked the thick ridge, tasting the drop of pre-cum that had beaded at the tip.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Your mouth is dirtier than I’d hoped.”

He came closer, thrusting for me to take him in. I grazed each side of his root, down the short, well-trimmed patch of hair at the base and over his balls. I couldn’t cup them with my hands, so I took one gently into my mouth and circled my tongue around it. His thumb pressed into my cheek, hampering me from any heavy movement. He gave me only as much power as he wanted me to have.

“Frankie…” He stroked his dick while my mouth surrounded his other ball. Watching his powerful hand pump himself while I sucked was enough to make me moan. “You like having me in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” I answered.

“I’m going to spurt so much cum down your throat, you’ll be lucky if I don’t make you gag.”

I slid back up to the tip and surrounded it with my mouth. Then I ran my tongue along the thick vein on the backside. It was time to finally hold his dominance between my lips and know how good I could make him feel. He may have kept his hand firmly on my cheek to guide my motion, but I was getting what I wanted as much as he was. And I was taking in almost all of him.

He shifted his hips and drove the length of it into the back of my throat. “Milk it with that greedy mouth,” he grunted.

I salivated even more, wetting his shaft, which made it much easier to glide in and out. When the base reached my teeth and the length of him filled my throat, he paused for a second before pushing his way back in. Then he did it again, in the same rhythm, and once again after that. He was fucking my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

The wooden headboard rubbed against my hands as my body shifted to get closer, and his shirt was starting to chafe my wrists. The pain of it only enhanced the experience.

I let him slip out enough to concentrate on just the head, sucking like I was trying to haul every bit of cum out of it. My tongue grated against it, massaging in circles around the underside and back to the tip.

“Fuck, Frankie…that mouth,” he moaned as he pulled it all the way out. I opened my eyes and met the most dangerous stare. “I don’t know where you learned how to do that, but
fuck
.”

“Give it back to me.” I was nowhere near finished, and neither was he…not until his warm stream shot into my mouth and flowed down my throat.

“I need to fuck you.” He slipped the condom on, fighting my saliva as it rolled over the tip. When he was fully sheathed, he climbed between my open legs. He knelt above me, the crown at my entrance, his hips needing only to rock forward to thrust fully inside. I held my breath and anticipated the burn.

It never happened.

He moved slowly, allowing me to stretch gradually until I could finally fit all of him. There wasn’t a second of pain, only budding pleasure…so much that it stole my breath.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked.

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t believe my body could build toward another orgasm, but it was there almost immediately. The sensation of having him inside me, the dark intensity of his stare, the way his hands spread over me was such a satisfying combination. “Yes, Derek…
yes
.”

He pinched and pulled my nipples, rubbed and stroked my clit. And through the bursts of pleasure, his hips rolled in fast, hard circles, swiveling and grinding as he bowed and kissed me.

I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t clutch his skin or dig my nails into his flesh to release the tension he was building in me. And yet, sex with him was better than anything I had ever had, ever felt…ever knew was even possible. Every part of me was fulfilled.

“Untie me,” I moaned, as he slanted back, pounding into me yet again. “Please.”

“What will you do with your hands if I do?”

“Touch you,” I gasped. “I want to…touch you.”

He reached over my head and pulled at the knot. The second my wrists were free, I rubbed them to circulate the blood again. He didn’t pause. He moved faster instead, driving me closer to the headboard with every thrust.

I lifted my hips, giving him more access. The new position sent him even deeper inside me. I needed to hold on, to grip something as hard as he was plunging into me. My hands flew to his stomach. His abs were slick with sweat, and so warm.

“Tell me you can feel that, Frankie,” he demanded. “Say it.”