Wild Temptation (29 page)

He laughs loudly, his chest vibrating against my back. My cheeks flame. Holy shit. Someone remind me to replace the brain-to-mouth filter. Fucking hell.

“Um, I mean, really?” I say weakly.

“Oh, babe.” He can barely talk through his laughter. “You would be right. My cock is the plan. Specifically, my cock inside you.”

“And here I was hoping you’d get me on my knees.” I sigh, spinning in his arms and resting my hands against his stomach.

“It can be arranged.” He leans in, his lips ghosting across mine. “With your hands tied…in front of you this time.”

“Mmm, okay. But why in front?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready for you to know.” He lowers his mouth to mine once more and takes it in a possessive kiss.

The taste of the beer he’s been drinking mingles with the lingering wine on my tongue in an intoxicating mixture. Or perhaps that’s the way his tongue is gently flicking through my mouth and over my lips, tasting every inch of it. Or perhaps it’s the way his fingers dig in at my hips, desperately pulling my pelvis toward his so I can feel the way his cock is hardening.

“Let’s go,” I whisper, grazing his bottom lip with my teeth. “Your cock would be much more comfortable with my lips wrapped around it.”

Tyler groans, a low sounds that reverberates through me. “Don’t say things like that, or I’ll skip the hand-tying and have you suck me off in the car.”

“I can do both,” I say into his ear before stepping away.

His eyes flare with heat, a possessive, threatening heat, and I grab my purse. We stop briefly to say goodbye to Aaron and Dayton. Then, moments later, we’re in the elevator and my back is against the wall.

Tyler kisses me without warning, without preemptive speech or indication. It’s hard and rough and raw. His hand fists my hair and tugs painfully, making me moan into his mouth. He takes the opening and thrusts his tongue between my lips. It’s so forceful that I can feel my lips swelling with the pressure, becoming tender beneath his mouth’s assault.

He releases me a second before the doors open, and I barely have time to reorient myself before he whisks me out of the elevator and into the lobby. With one arm around my waist, he pulls my shaky body through the people entering and outside. The car pulls up and Tyler steps forward to open the door.

I take a deep, shuddery breath and slide across the smooth, leather seats. He gets in after me, adjusts his tie, and tells the driver to drive straight to my apartment.

The engine rumbles to life. Is this it? Finally the moment where he’ll let me taste him properly? Or will he force me to wait although it’s clear that it’s the one thing I want more than anything?

He answers my question by snatching my purse from my hand and dumping it on the floor. He yanks me toward him before grabbing my hips and depositing me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

His erection rubs against my center, hard and firm, and he cups my ass, drawing us ever closer. His lips touch my collarbone in an openmouthed kiss and travel across it to my neck.

“As much as I would love to unzip my pants and force your mouth around my cock, my desire to have you on your knees and tied while you do it is stronger.” He kisses down to and over my breasts. “So I’m going to tease you… By the time we reach your apartment, you’ll be on the brink of an orgasm. But you won’t come.”

“I won’t?” I gasp at the feel of his teeth nipping my breast.

“No. Tonight is about me. Tonight, you exist only to pleasure me. You won’t come until I say so. Understand?”

I drop my head back when his tongue dips inside the dress and flicks across my nipple. He lifts me, sliding his hands beneath my dress. His hand connects with my bare ass in a sharp slap that echoes through the car.

“Understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” He rubs the spot he just smacked to soothe it.

His hand comes between us and I hear the sound of a zipper undoing. Slowly, he lowers me back down.

“You won’t need these…” A rip fills the air as my thong is torn from my body.

My mouth forms a silent ‘o.’ Did he just seriously rip my panties?

“Challenge accepted and accomplished,” he murmurs, pressing my now-bare cunt against his hard cock.

One hand in my hair and one on my ass, he covers my mouth with his and pushes me against him. His hips grind beneath me, rubbing his shaft against me, teasing me in the most deliciously awful way. My body soon responds and I find myself gyrating against him instead.

My muscles tighten as my release builds slowly, the feeling of his hardness beneath my softness and his tongue dominating my mouth too much to bear.

Even he groans, and it’s a sound I hear everywhere, I feel everywhere. Another groan, one that mixes with a cry of my own. A tightness of my muscles, a building heat inside, and then…

“Sir? We’re here now.”

T
yler slides me back with a gentle bite on my bottom lip. “Looks like you’re saving that one for later.”

Oh my god. He actually just denied me my orgasm. On the fucking brink of it, too.

I’m ready to slap him, to slam him back in the chair and demand he finish me off… But I can’t. Here, I have no control. I don’t w
ant
any control. I want to be controlled.

So I grab my purse and follow him from the car without a word. My body is trembling, begging for the finish, and my clit is aching so painfully that I’m tempted to turn around and finish myself off.

“Don’t even think about doing it yourself,” Tyler orders like he can read my mind. “I want to know that, when you come later—because you will, I promise you—you’ve been waiting for it. I want to know your orgasm has been building for as long as I’ve wanted it to. I want to know that, when you come, Liv, it’ll be the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had.”

My mouth dries, and my hand shakes as I try to insert my key into the door. Tyler covers my hand with his to steady it and slots the key into place.

“Are you afraid?” he says into my ear quietly.

“Are you going to tie my hands and put me on my knees?”

“Yes.”

“Then no, I’m not afraid.”

He cups my jaw and turns my head to face him. Our gazes linger together for a moment before he nods and pushes open the door. “Go into your bedroom and take off all your clothes.”

“Even the stockings?”

“Yes. Then put the heels back on.”

I drop my purse on the kitchen table and glance over my shoulder. He’s standing at the door, slowly shrugging off his jacket, and a shiver runs through me.

It feels like, after everything we’ve done so far, every limit we’ve pushed, tonight is different. He’s no longer asking me to do things. He’s not even telling me. He’s demanding me, forcing me to submit to his will. Controlling me.

And I like it.

I disappear into my room just as he’s unknotting his tie. I swiftly remove my clothes and throw them on the ottoman at the end of my bed. I pull my heels on and stand. My reflection in my mirror catches my eye—my cheeks are flushed, my hair messed, and my nipples are puckered in the light chill of my apartment.

My eyes flick to the doorway. Tyler steps into my room, naked himself but for his tie wrapped around his fist. I peruse his body, each inch of his toned torso I look at making my breath speed and my heart pound a little faster.

His cock bobs as he walks toward me confidently. My eyes are drawn to his erection, and the sight of his naked body makes mine clench. He hooks two fingers beneath my chin and tilts it up, drawing my eyes to his. When our gazes connect, he lowers his hands to mine.

He unwraps the tie from his fist and slowly pulls my hands together. My chest heaves at the first touch of the satin against my inner wrists. Anticipation fills me, sending adrenaline rushing through my body with and excited fervor.

Tyler’s lips twitch as he ties the knot. Tightly. One more tug to make sure it’s secure and then he pulls me toward him. He inserts his cock between my hands and I curl my fingers around his shaft.

A light groan fall from his lips. “Get on your knees.”

He eases me down to a kneeling position and releases me. He wraps one hand around himself and strokes slowly. He’s teasing me, pushing my still-aching clit to a limit I didn’t know existed. I lick my lips.

My eyes are firmly on his bulging cock as he brings it toward my mouth. I part my lips and draw him into my mouth easily. My tongue flicks across the end of him and the bead of salty pre-cum there before dipping into the ridge just behind it and circling him.

Instinctively, my hands come up and my fingers brush the base of his erection, ready to grasp him and hold it steady. But he grabs my hands and shoves them down, threading his fingers into my hair after. He tugs my head back, making his cock fall from my mouth, and I gaze into seductively dark eyes.

“The only part of your body that can touch my cock is your mouth. Use your hands again and I’ll have to tie them behind your back. And believe me, that’ll be no good for you later.”

I nod. I wrap my lips around him once more, this time taking him right in my mouth. My tongue finds a vein pulsing at the side of his shaft and massages it, licking up and down it as I suck. Over, under, around—I leave no part of his cock untouched by my mouth or my tongue, drawing deep, low groans from him, hisses of breath, whispers of my name.

He forces my head forward, taking control of the moment. I’m bound, tied, unable to do anything but comply, do whatever he wants. Even as his hips move forward at the same time as my head and I’m forced to open my mouth wider to accommodate him, I don’t complain. Wordlessly, selflessly, willingly, I let Tyler fuck my mouth vigorously.

And then he swells inside me. I prepare myself for the inevitable hot, salty spurts of his come. Instead, he pulls me back by my hair, sending a dangerous thrill through my body, and bends down.

His mouth is rough against mine, and he stands me up against him. “Get over there and flatten your hands above the mirror.”

I look down at my hands and realized that he’s tied them differently. I can twist them in his tie but not remove them. Apparently I take too long examining my bonds because his palm connects with my butt for a second time tonight.

But fuck, I like it.

“Mirror,” he growls.

I obey, walking to the tall mirror. With my heels on, I’m just the right height to rest my hands above it like he wants me to.

He planned this.
He knew it would be perfect.

“Step back, but not too far. I want to see your gorgeous ass sticking out in front of me.”

My heart pounds furiously, desire trickling over my body, creating goose bumps and shivers across my skin. I step back once, feeling vulnerable but ready.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, approaching me. He runs two fingers along my aching pussy. “And you’re wet. Shit.”

The floorboards creek, and I feel his tongue against me. One long, slow lick, with a forceful push on my clit that makes me gasp.

“If I knew you liked sucking my cock this much, I would have made you do it before.” He stands and palms my butt cheeks. “If you could see your ass right now, you’d see my bright-red handprint. I don’t like hurting you…but you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I reply, dropping my head.

“Lift your head.” He reaches around and pushes my head up. “Now open your eyes and look in the mirror. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to watch yourself enjoy every second. You’re going to watch yourself scream my name when I’m through with you.”

He pushes into me in one swift, easy thrust. I throw my head back—it’s so sudden, so filling, so fucking
needed.
He pauses inside me, holding himself completely still, while my muscles clench gently.

“But you’re not going to come until I say you can,” he adds huskily. “Because it’s been too long since I’ve been inside your tight little cunt and I plan to stay here for a long time.”

He pulls out and slams into me hard. Our skin slaps together as he does, filling the room with the primal sound. It’s base and raw and everything I need right now. Everything I want.

Right now, he’s controlling me so wholly. My body, my pleasure, even my mind. All three are at his mercy as he drives himself relentlessly into me and smacks me with his fingers. The slap is followed by a gentle palm, contradictory of his thrusts.