Page 81 of Bad Boy Next Door
Twenty-Three
Nick
“What’s this scar from?” Jade drew her finger along the side of my ribs.
I strained my hips away from the bed, my cock desperate to be touched, but she wouldn’t go near it.
“Not sure.” I could barely get out the words as her fingers trailed across my lower belly, tickling the hair there.
I was so ready to come.
She’d upped her game after I’d broken those handcuffs, and I tugged at my restraints. She’d tied socks and T-shirts around my wrists and ankles, then used T-shirts and sweats to link through the socks. Those makeshift ropes were tied tightly to the four legs of my bed.
I could lift my head, buck my hips a few inches, but nothing else could move. It was like she had me on a rack.
“Easy there.” She traced circles on my abs. “Before you come, I need answers about all your scars. After that, you might get what you want, if you’re a good boy.” Her mouth drifted deliciously close to the head of my cock, so close I felt her breath on the rock-hard rod. Not close enough. Her hair brushed against my sensitive skin.
I groaned, my arousal reaching a near-painful stage.
“Let’s check out these legs.” She moved down the bed, and my neck strained as I kept my eyes on her. Her thin tank top hung down from the weight of her breasts, giving me an awesome visual, and I licked my lips, wanting to suck her nipples into my mouth.
“How about this knee?” She pressed a kiss against a scar.
“Not from brotherly torture,” I choked out. “Fell off the shed roof onto a pile of old lumber.”
“And which brother goaded you onto that shed?” She licked the inside of my thigh.
“Oh, god, Jade.”
“Answer me.” She dug her nails into my skin.
“Shane.”
“So itisa brother-induced scar. That makes seventeen, and I still have another leg, plus your back.”
“Please…” I strained. It was a wonder I hadn’t yet broken the legs of the bed.
“Don’t worry. My examination of your back will have to wait.” She crawled next to my chest and smiled. “If I flipped you onto that throbbing rod, you’d jerk yourself off on the sheets. Plus, turning you would be too much work. If only I had the technology…” She shot me a devilish look that almost made me come on its own.
Being tied down was not something I’d thought I’d like, but this was fucking hot.
She kissed her way up my thighs, and I bailed on trying to watch. Seeing her just made the torture of not being able to touch her worse. Resting my head on the mattress, I closed my eyes.
Her lips and hands teased my inner thighs and my hips, and her hair danced around my junk without a pattern, keeping me guessing, taking my need to such a desperate place I could barely stand it.
Her tongue lapped my balls. and my body tensed so hard I wondered why the bed didn’t jump off the floor.
“Fuck.”
“Did you like that?”
“What do you think?” My voice came out hard, gruff, animalistic.
Her hands slid up to my stomach, and she sucked one of my balls right into her mouth.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Stars went off behind my closed eyelids, and it was all I could do not to come.
She switched to the other ball, and her hand slid onto my cock.Finally.
