Page 65 of Man Cuffed
She whimpers and then gasps. And fuck me, Meg must have taken that to be a command. Because she bites my shoulder and moans so sweetly that goosebumps rise up on my back. Then I feel her shiver as her perfect body clenches around me.
And maybe I don’t have all night after all. Because the sweet sound of her climax tightens my balls. “Fuck, Meg.” I wrap my arms around her and lift her up.
Her limbs clasp around my body as I stagger toward the bedroom. She moans into my ear, and I’m desperate now. Somehow I find the bed and lower us both to the surface. It might be awkward. I don’t even care. All I know is that I’m on top of her now, sinking into her again, kissing her like it’s my sworn duty.
“Can you do that again?” I mumble against her lips. “Never heard anything sexier.” I roll my hips. I’m practically drowning in pleasure.
“M-maybe,” she gasps. “If anyone can pull it off, it’s you.”
Oh, hell. A challenge. I take both her hands and lift them over her head. “Fine. Just do as I say. Got that?”
She whimpers in reply.
I let go of her hands, and raise myself off her body a few inches. “Put your hands on your tits. Yeah. Like that. Pinch your nipples.” She gasps as she does it.
Rolling back a little further, I tug her hips up until her legs fall open. “Aw, yeah. Just like that, baby. Never seen anything so hot.”
She looks up at me then, her eyes bright. “Same. Here,” she whispers as I pick up the pace. “We’re in trouble now.”
I know she’s right. I just don’t care very much right now. I dive down for another blazing kiss. And it’s more than I can really stand. “Come now, baby,” I beg. “You make me crazy and I can’t hold back.”
Truer words were never spoken. The moment she wraps her arms around me again, I feel my control slip. Then she moans, and I’m done like dinner. The orgasm hits me with a hurricane force. All I can do is hold on and roar my approval.
Her body tightens against mine, and she shudders deliciously beneath me. And then I slump down onto the bed, spent. Breathing hard.
Nobody says anything for a long time. But eventually my brain comes back online. Reluctantly I roll off of her and onto my back, still needing more oxygen. “What are you thinking about?” I ask when I can finally draw breath.
“Only happy thoughts,” she says slowly. “Oh, and I’m wondering if the Hemingway Daiquiris are still good, or if they got too watery.”
“I know a way we could find out.” I slap her hip. “I think you promised me a drink.”
“Sure, but I was only trying to get you into my bed.”
I glance around. “Seems like that worked. Now get this tired man a drink.”
“Yes, sir,” she says cheekily before getting up to do just that.
I lay flat on my back and wait. I should be worrying right now. And beating myself up for breaking all my rules. But I’m too blissed out.
Worrying can wait.
* * *
It’sthe sunlight that wakes me up, a stretch of it spilling over my eyelids. Man, I slept great. I haven’t slept this good in…
I bolt upright. Where. The. Fuck. Am. I? This is not my room. This is Meg’s room.
The last thing I remember is moanies, then fucking Meg and both of us moaning, and then we were going to have a Hemingway Daiquiri.
What happened after the daiquiri? I must have had too much to drink. I must have blacked out.
Then it occurs to me. Nothing happened after the daiquiri. I didn’t even drink it. I was intoxicated only by very, very good sex. And I fucking fell asleep.
Which means I’ve broken not one, but two of my signature rules. Thou shalt not fuck thy neighbor. Thou shalt not sleep over with any of your fuck buddies.
Although I’ve been a little squishy about that second rule lately.
Also, thinking of Meg as my fuck buddy just doesn’t sit right in my gut. We’re also friends, dammit. That oughtta be another rule for my rulebook: thou shalt not fuck thy cute friends. That way lies the kingdom of awkwardville. Man, whatwasI thinking?
