“I’m not opposed,” I admitted, moaning as he reached around and began to stroke my clit. I let out a small scream as my first climax slammed into me, making him groan at how I squeezed around him.
I’m almost positive he came, his liquid heat spilling inside of me, but he only pumped harder, and the mixture of our pleasure made it easier for him to stroke in and out of me, his grip on the tie tighter than before. I cried his name as he slammed in and held himself there, the world around me growing dizzy before he pulled back and did it again.
His pace was punishing and fast, as if he knew we didn’t have a lot of time, but the way he continued to tease me contradicted that until I was a needy mess after climaxing so often.
I finally gasped out, “Sterling, I want you to come. I can’t come anymore—”
“Yes you can,” he argued and pulled out slightly, stroking fast and shallow. I groaned in frustration at the loss of him deep inside of me, his responding chuckle evil.
“I won’t go back inside you fully unless you come for me.”
“I can’t,” I whined, tears of pleasure streaming down my face. “Please, Sterling? I need you. I need you inside of me, all of you—”
Sterling slammed into me once more, contradicting his words and giving me exactly what I needed to detonate. I let out a scream as he groaned, completely burying himself in me as I felt him come again, his seed seeping back out of me and onto his cock as he held himself there over me, breathing deeply.
I…I just had no idea what to even say after that. Did I even know any words?
I blinked, trying to rationalize the moment. These men could not be normal, right? They were my normal, though, and honestly, I was blessed.
Holy hell.
I was a wobbly mess as he gently untied my wrists and then drew up my jeans and righted my clothes, kissing every part of my skin as he went. After he got dressed, he picked me up gently, pulling me onto his lap. I melted into his chest, tipping my head back as I looked at my artist. His azure eyes ran over my expression as he let out a hum and pressed his forehead to my own, the contentment and pleasure in my system running over every inch of me.
When he took my wrists and kissed the red spots lightly, I saw his eyes flash with something. My voice was a bit shaky as I asked, “Do you like tying me up?” His eyes went wide as he examined my expression, a thread of caution there as if he was concerned how I would react. So I figured I would be honest. “Because I liked it.”
Sterling’s eyes darkened as he let out a small groan. “Thank fuck. Yes, I loved it.”
Before I could say anything, the sound of someone walking outside had us looking up to the chef, who offered us an unknowing and happy smile, setting down our food and walking back away. Before I could go to reach, though, Sterling shifted me slightly and put some risotto on a spoon and offered it to me.
“I can feed myself,” I mumbled but leaned forward and took a bite.
I moaned at the explosion of flavor as he chuckled softly.
“I know.” He kissed my cheek. “But I love doing it.”
How could I argue with that?