Page 92 of Betting on the Bad Boy
It was two-thirty in the morning. I loved that she always waited up for me. Wyatt used to mention how nice it was to have someone waiting for him when he closed down the bar. I had given him crap about that, but now I was starting to appreciate the feeling of knowing someone would be there when I finally locked up and called it a night.
“Do you like it?” I asked, moving my lips to her earlobe.
“Of course I do. Put it on me?” She held it out to me, and I secured the necklace around her neck.
“It’s not too much?”
“Shhh.” She reached out a hand and turned off the lamp. Straddling my thighs, she whipped her pink flannel pajama top over her head and tossed it on the floor.
I peered up at her. A sliver of moonlight came through the blinds, covering half of her body in a ghostly shadow. She put a hand on either side of my head and hovered over me. “Get naked.”
I wanted to resist, force her into talking about the growing connection between us and find out who sent her those fucking flowers, but my body betrayed me, and my desire won. I wriggled out of my jeans as she unbuttoned my shirt. She stoodup from the bed long enough to step out of her pajama bottoms, then reached for something in her nightstand drawer.
“I’ve got a little something for you, too,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” I slid a sheet over my naked body and watched her move around the bed in the dim light.
“How do you feel about being tied up?”
Holy shit. She always seemed to surprise me. I got hard at the mere suggestion. “Yeah, I could go for that.”
“Good, give me your wrist.” Faith placed my hand up against the bedpost and secured it with some kind of fabric. She crawled over me to the other side, making sure to brush her naked chest against mine on the way, and did the same to my other hand.
“Now what?” I licked my lips in anticipation of what she had in mind.
“Feet, too.”
She reached under the covers and dragged one foot over to the bedpost and tied it up, then did the same on the other side. The sheet tented at my crotch. Obviously, I was more than ready for whatever she had planned.
Faith pulled the sheet back and trailed kisses from my cheek to my ankle, then back up the other side, intentionally ignoring my obvious need.
This chick, fuck, what she did to me. Blood raced to my crotch, and I throbbed with desire.
Faith crouched between my legs. She licked my cock from my balls to my tip, then blew out a soft exhale. I shivered as her breath hit me. Smiling, she leaned down and took the tip of my cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the rim of my head and sending waves of pleasure radiating out to the rest of my body.
I wanted to twist my fingers into her hair. A tug against the restraints sent the headboard clattering into the wall.
Faith made eye contact. “Careful. You’ll wake up my neighbors.” She bent her head and took me into her mouth again, this time easing further down. I bucked my hips up to meet her mouth, and she drew back.
Once my body stilled, she went to work again, drawing my full length inside her mouth. Her wet heat enveloped me while she ran her nails up and down my inner thigh. She cupped my balls, and her fingers danced under, over, and around them.
Every time I moved my hips, she paused until I became still. I strained against the ties on my hands and feet, and she stopped. She drove me fucking crazy. I wanted to yank her up and crush my mouth down on hers, roll her over and slam inside her, go down on her, and make her scream my name.
The intensity of my need built upon itself until it had nowhere else to go. She slid me in and out of her mouth, humming when I hit the back of her throat, brushing her breasts up against my inner thighs and wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. I’d be a total douche if I didn’t warn her I was about to explode into her mouth.
“I’m going to...it’s coming...”
She looked up at me and smiled… so fucking hot with her lips wrapped around my cock and her eyes daring me to hold back. Relentless, she drew me deeper into her mouth and increased the pressure of her hand around the base of my dick.
Holy fuck. I tried to resist, but it was no use. My legs shook, my butt cheeks squeezed together, and I came like I’d never come before. She sucked me off until the last bit of my orgasm left me drained. Only then did she sit up and wipe the back of her hand across her mouth.
“How was that?” Faith asked.
“Get these fucking ties off my hands and feet, and I’ll show you.” My voice came out more like a snarl. If that’s how she wanted to play tonight, I was all over it.
Faith released one foot, then the other, rubbing my ankles as she slid the restraints off. “I don’t know. I kind of like you like this.”
I twisted on the bed. “Now!” She looked pretty damn pleased with herself.
