“Neither would you,” I moaned. “If I were doing this.”
Lucas didn’t respond. He started nipping at my sore nipple before moving to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. When he moved to my stomach, I arched against him, the restraints now less exciting and more of a hindrance to what I genuinely wanted to do.
“Lucas, please,” I begged as his lips trailed down closer to the place that ached for him the most. I wanted him to fill me, to bury himself deep inside until I couldn’t think about anything else right now.
When his lips grazed over my mound, I froze. Oh God. He was going to eat me out again.
But the moment I felt his lips against me, they were gone, and so was any part of him that was touching me. “Lucas?” I asked hesitantly. He truly was going to leave me hot and bothered. The ass. This would be the last time I let him blindfold me! At least I wanted to see him walk away instead of just lying here, not knowing what was going on.
The bed shifted, and I was acutely aware that someone was close to me, his musky scent filling my nostrils. When I felt the velvet head of his cock against my lips, I shut them. Screw him. He dared to tie me to the bed and tease me, and now he wanted me to please him?
I wasn’t going to do it.
His fingers clamped my nose shut, and my lungs burned nearly immediately as the air dried up inside, and I gasped, letting the sweet air roll in.
It wasn’t the only thing that rolled in. Lucas’s cock followed, and I tasted the saltiness of his skin on my lips. He carefully moved it inside, and I moaned deep in my throat, both turned on and disgusted.
Okay, more turned on than anything.
It was hard to do anything without my hands or even control of my vision, but I lavished my tongue around the bulging head, hearing his grunt of approval in return. Lucas slipped his hand behind my head and gave me a better angle, guiding my mouth over his cock so that I wouldn’t accidentally hurt him by chance, and when he finally pulled away, I whimpered. “Lucas,” I said blindly, no longer feeling his closeness. “Please let me see.”
“I do love it when you beg,” he breathed against my cheek, his tongue touching the shell of my ear. “Seeing you like this; it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
A pool of heat joined his words and I felt him loosen the bonds on my ankles, stroking them softly. “So, you can wrap them around me,” Lucas replied before I felt him push into me. I gasped at the intrusion, feeling Lucas’s cock fill me to the core. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hands now on my hips. “You feel like heaven.”
He felt like more than that. I angled the best I could, and Lucas pulled out slowly, each move like a fire starting within me. I could already feel my orgasm starting to build, the delicious warmth snaking up my spine as he slammed into me again. It wasn’t going to take much longer for me, at least.
One of Lucas’s hands slid up to cup my breast, squeezing my nipple. “You should see yourself,” he said harshly. “You should see how fucking gorgeous you are.”
I felt gorgeous under his intense gaze, a gaze I couldn’t even see but that I could feel with each stroke, each touch he was giving my body.
Lucas slammed into me once more, and I cried out as the orgasm crashed through my body, flooding him and me both. “Fuck, Leda,” Lucas growled as I coated his cock. “That’s it, love.”
I pushed aside any thoughts about his endearment, lifting my hips higher so that he could pound into me. I only wanted to feel, not think.
Lucas luckily could read my thoughts, for he brought me to the brink again, backing off just as my toes started to go numb. “Please,” I sobbed, twisting and turning against the ties on my wrists. “Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me you want this,” he said, his fingers biting into my hips. “Tell me you want to come, Leda.”
“I want,” I panted, desperate to move against him. “I want to come.”
“Good girl,” he murmured before he brought me to another orgasm. I was faintly aware of his hand sliding up to my neck, and the pressure transferred from my lower half to my neck, panic threading through me. I tried to ask what he was doing, but I couldn’t speak suddenly, my lungs gasping for air. Without my hands to pry his off, I started to struggle in a different way, but Lucas’s other hand at my hip held me in place, releasing some of the pressure so that I could take a deep breath. “Easy,” he said. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”
I hoped he wasn’t. I tried to concentrate on the slight pressure against my neck, on the way he was pounding into me, and suddenly my panic shifted to something far more pleasurable. “That’s it,” Lucas encouraged, adjusting the pressure. “Let go, Leda. Let go of what hold you back.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about exactly, but I did know that my pleasure had intensified by one hundred. Between the pressure on my neck and his cock driving into me, I had never felt anything like this before.
“Leda.”
My name came out in a whispered breath, and I clung to it, the orgasm shattering around me and making me gasp for breath for a different reason. I was floating.
Lucas picked up his pace and soon his guttural cry followed mine, his body stiffening against me. I gasped as his hand left my neck and a rush of air filled my lungs, no longer full of pain but of overwhelming pleasure that I had never experienced before.
A moment later, the blindfold was removed from my eyes, and I found myself staring into Lucas’s gorgeous ones, full of the hazy look of a man well satisfied. “Are you all right?”
His voice was laced with something that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I nodded nevertheless, and he untied my wrists from the headboard, removing the sheet carefully. A frown marred his beautiful face as he saw the chafed places on them, his thumb rubbing over the raw skin. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said roughly.
“You didn’t,” I replied, removing my hands from his and instead pressing them against his cheeks, forcing him to look at me. “I struggled a little.”