Page 39 of Blurry Little Lines
Maybe I can get on board with this.
“Again,” I whisper with desperation and arch into him. I really can’t seem to follow his basic directions.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy, Kelsie.” Max’s weight from the bed vanishes and I’m left wondering where he is. “I didn’t imagine it would be this difficult to resist you during this little episode of control.” My head drifts to the right, following his voice. “And I told you not to speak.”
“Or what, Max?” I sass because my curiosity knows he’d never hurt me.
Silence.
I can’t pick up on movement and my heart rate increases as I contemplate what I just brought upon myself. I feel my wicked smirk of confidence push through at the thought of being this tempting to him. My knees draw up to my bum and part, exposing myself, on full display. I mentally start counting when I don’t feel his touch, and by the time I reach twelve, my self-consciousness grows with no known action. I close my legs, and a second later, footsteps become distant. The distinct sound my dresser drawers make fills the room as they open and close. I know what he’s searching for. He now has full rein on his treasure hunt. My heart quickens when I realize I kept all my toys together.
“Do you remember what I’d let your body do if you listened properly?” he chimes, amused, as I wrack my brain, trying to focus on the earlier conversation. “Answer me.”
“You’d let me come?” But what does this mean? Are we done, and I’m left alone to get myself off and sleep?
“So, you do listen.” I hear another drawer open. “Jesus, Kels,” Max breathes out with astonishment, and I hear him approach me again. “Kelsie Eleanor Wheaton, you take me by surprise every damn time, you naughty girl.” He sits on the bed next to me. “Open your legs again for me.”
I feel the blood pulsing through my core and hesitate to open my legs to display myself this close to him. Did he grab a toy? I thought I hid them pretty well, and he wasn’t searching for long.
“Open your pretty pussy up to me so I can make you feel good,” Max demands.
I submit and part my legs, leaning one of them against his body. A finger dips down my slit and eases into me at a tantalizingly slow pace. He twists his finger and circles once inside. I’m soaked and feel myself drip out, down to my bum as he slides his finger out. My slit becomes wet as his fingers move back up and gently circle my clit a few more times. I need more.
“I never imagined you’d be one to own something like this,” he hums in approval, and a foreign ribbed texture meets my folds. “I should punish you for your sass.” The ribbed circles graze my clit, bringing forth a shattering pleasure.
Maybe I wrote off the tentacle toy too soon.
“This is the first time I have seen one of these in person,” Max grits out in the sexiest tone my ears have been blessed to hear. “Hmm, I’ll think about taking it easy on you this time around.”
My teeth clamp down on my lips as a high-pitched whimper expels from my mouth. Max continues to rub the little circle ribs over my clit. Tingly sensation builds through my body as I grind against the toy, breathless. I feel my pussy contract as my release approaches. In a swift motion, the tentacle enters me. The round suction cups rub euphoria through my body, but I instantly picture what this looks like. I take a deep breath and know that once I get over the fact that I am fucking a sea monster tentacle, I’ll be able to come. My legs open wider as my back arches. I’m so close.
Air whooshes out of me as the tentacle disappears. I fidget, with high hopes I’ll catch a breeze because that will be enough to send me over the edge.
“I never thought I’d be this turned on by fucking someone with an octopus thing, but here I am.” Max laughs, but I’m too on edge to respond, and squirming for a release. “Don’t worry, my little sex kitten, you’ll get your orgasm.” I feel him move down my body, which causes my spine to arch forward, trying to meet his skin to mine. “Eventually.” His thumb brushes over my clit gently, but it’s still not enough to deliver what my body aches for. “Stop moving or I will have to tie your legs too, Kelsie.” His words alone nearly get me off.
His lips meet my inner thigh as his teeth nip at my skin. Max’s mouth travels higher with a ghostly soft trail, leaving the occasional kiss and bite on my skin. A brush of his lips meets the center of my folds, and he hums against my clit, sending tingles through my body. I squirm again and his hand pushes the soles of my feet together, bringing them closer to my butt. I take his cue as a final warning, steadying myself with a shaky breath.
“To taste you now or later?” Strong hands hold my hips in place as the soft warmth from his tongue laps up my center. “An appetizer is always delicious.” I fidget against his grip once again, needing more pressure than what he is willing to give me. “Breathe. Control your body, baby girl. I know you can handle this.”
He continues to build me up without taking me over the edge. It’s brilliant and aggravating all at once. I should have known he could be this controlling with all aspects of the human body. He laid on the rooftop in the cold to challenge his own control.
“You may speak if it’s in the form of begging.” His tone holds humor, but I refuse to fill his wish.
My cheeks suck in between my teeth in an attempt to bruise his ego by refraining how much he is affecting my body. Or maybe I’m just giving him what he is trying to submit me into. I remain still and tamed until he dives in, sucking my clit between his lips as he pulls back with a released suction. My stomach swirls, and I feel myself tighten, but continue to fight it. A second before letting go, he halts his feast.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. Look at you trying to control yourself.” His weight lifts from the bed, but I can sense he is close. “How about you take a moment to chill.”How about you take a flipping moment to let me come?
I remain immobile and await Max’s next intriguing move. My body sprawls out on the bed with my arms still above my head. Void of vision, I realize how much my body needed this. I draw in a sharp breath as an ice-cold droplet hits my stomach, dripping down my side. Another drop awakens the skin on my ribs. My breasts coat themselves in goosebumps as the cold item grazes the tip of my nipple. I gasp with excitement at feeling an ice droplet hit my hip. The cold shocks my skin, but heats my center in unison.
My neck is greeted with a soft, cold item next. Sweetness roams through my nose. And then it clicks. The frozen strawberries I added to my champagne are pleasuring my anatomy. A trail of cold travels from my neck, between my breasts and swirls around my belly button.
The thawing soft fruit glides down to my hips, then back up. The strawberry lifts, and I sense Max an inch or so from my face. I swear I can feel his gaze burn through this blindfold. Sweet champagne hits my nose as the chill from the frozen strawberry radiates to my lips. In tune with where the strawberry is, my lips part as my chin tilts up to taste it.
“Such a smart girl, going by her instincts.” He praises as I suck the champagne off the berry. “Cross your legs,” he demands. “Atta girl.” I gasp, feeling an icy strawberry placed on my pussy. A thrillful smile breaks across my face as the cool liquid drips down the crease between my legs. “You like this, don’t you, my naughty girl.” My mouth parts with a breathless sigh to confirm his obvious assumption.
The soft clank of the champagne flute is set back down as I await the next move. Max’s lips gently press to mine, and I damn near whimper into his mouth. I part my lips to deepen the kiss as his tongue pushes through, letting the champagne swim off his tongue and pool onto mine. The liquid sin mixes with our sins, and a trail of champagne trickles down my chin. I can’t believe this is happening. That I am so turned on by all of this.
The strawberry rests on the triangle my body makes as my legs remain crossed. I fidget from the cool liquid down my slit and it catches my breath. Steadying myself, I inhale to embrace the chill, instead of shivering. Max hums in approval before his tongue meets my neck where the strawberry first anointed my skin. His sinful mouth closes around my wild pulse, and as he sucks, I feel his tongue massaging my skin. My heart races with the erotic-ness of this moment.