Page 36 of Wrapped Up In You
I expected a sarcastic retort but was instead met with a muffled grunt. I crossed the threshold of the bedroom and pulled up short, bursting into laughter at the sight in front of me. In his haste, Jonathan had tried to pull his button-down over his head without taking the time to undo all the buttons and was now stuck in a tangled mess. God, he was a sight with his jeans unbuttoned and riding low on his hips, his toned abs exposed and gleaming in the light from the window. It would have been hot as fuck if the man wasn’t wriggling around, struggling to free himself of his shirt.
He abruptly stopped his struggle, giving a huff of frustration. I wanted to take pity on him and help him remove his shirt, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him a little while he was in this helpless position.
I stepped forward and grabbed the zipper of his jeans, slowly lowering it and exposing his cotton-covered erection. Poor guy. It looked painful with the way it was trying to break free.
I drew his pants down over his hips, kneeling as I lowered the denim to the floor. I licked a stripe along the edge of the band of his briefs, eliciting a groan, and he began struggling with his bonds once again.
“Aw, Lucy. Have some patience.”
“Goddamn it, Hay. Help me.”
I mouthed the crown of his dick over the cotton. “I don’t think so. I think I like you like this. Completely at my mercy.”
I ran my hands up the backs of his legs to the curve of his ass. I took his globes in each of my hands, kneading the muscle, then grabbed the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down, letting them drop to the floor.
I tapped his ankle. “Step out of them, then spread your legs.”
“What if I don’t?” His tone was petulant. Damn, this was fun.
“Do you think negotiating is really a good play at this point? Pretty sure I have all the power here.”
“I hate you,” he said but stepped out of the underwear, kicking them away from him and spreading his legs apart in a wide stance.
“That’s a good boy.” His cock twitched at my words, and I raised my eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see me. “Do we have a bit of a praise kink, Luce? I could have some fun with that.”
He growled, and my cock jumped in response. Apparently, I had a growly Jonathan kink.
I chuckled as I leaned forward, nosing into his groin, inhaling his scent. Once again, I brought my hands up to his ass, holding him in place. I continued moving my mouth around him, breathing him in but not yet taking him in fully. I was pretty sure the torture was killing him if the sounds coming from him were any indication. They were made up mostly of whimpers, with the occasional moan or growl mixed in. The sounds went straight to my own neglected cock, which was leaking like crazy.
Ignoring it, I brought my mouth to the underside of his balls, pulling one into my mouth and rolling it around my tongue. The musky, masculine scent of him, of my Lucy, was intoxicating as I switched from one ball to the other, lavishing it with the same attention as the first.
His hips bucked despite my hold on him, and he growled. “Hayden. Fucking do something. You’re killing me.”
“Good.” I released his ass, grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and popping the fingers of the other into my mouth. “You ready?”
“Stop talking and get on with it.”
I ran my wet finger up his crease, finding his hole and applying just the slightest bit of pressure. At his sharp intake of breath, I swallowed his cock all the way to the back of my throat in one swift motion and pressed my finger in to the first knuckle at the same time.
“Fuuuuuck.”
I pulled back, running my tongue along the underside of his cock as I went, then swallowed him down all over again. The sounds coming from him were depraved, but his ass was clenched tight, not allowing me in any farther.
I pulled off him again, employing suction as I moved, then released him with a pop. “You gonna let me in, Luce?” I wiggled my finger, trying to encourage him to relax and open up for me.
“Not without lube. And please let me out of this goddamned shirt. My hands are going numb.” His words were desperate, and I took pity on him.
I stood and undid the buttons, releasing him from his shirt. Finally free, he pounced, flipping us and tackling me to the bed. “You’re going to pay for that.”
I laughed as he climbed up my body, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. “Promise?” I wiggled my eyebrows.
“Fucker.” He dove in, kissing me until we were both breathless, rutting against each other, dicks leaking between us. He released my hands, sitting up to rummage in the drawer, finally coming up with a condom and lube.
He tossed the lube at me. Unprepared, it bounced off my chest and rolled off, and I scrambled to find it on the bed next to me. In the meantime, he grabbed my dick and began rolling the condom on.
Baffled, I raised my eyebrows in question.
“I want you to fuck me, Hay.”
