Page 55 of Tied Up In Tinsel
A guttural groan tore from his throat as he broke the kiss. Then he was standing, lifting me clean off the floor like I weighed nothing, my legs clamping around his waist, arms clinging to his neck. His mouth crushed to mine again as he carried me, stumbling blindly until he lowered me onto the rug before the fire.
Flames licked and snapped behind me, heat kissing my bare arms, but all I felt was him. Brooks loomed over me, eyes blazing, hands at my waist as he yanked my sweater up and over my head with a growl. I clawed back, tugging at his shirt, shoving it up until his chest was bared. Clothes disappeared in frantic grabs, torn away until skin pressed to skin, feverish and hungry.
I slid my hand down, wrapping around his thick length and stroking slow, taunting. My other hand closed lightly around his throat, and his answering growl vibrated against my palm. His eyes went feral.
“Careful,” he rasped. “You’ll pay for that.”
Before I could smirk, he flipped me, hauling me upright into his lap, my back against his chest, his cock pressed hot and heavy against me. His mouth grazed my ear, and then something cool brushed my wrists.
Tinsel.
Brooks had grabbed a strand from the tree, silvery and sparkling in the firelight. He wound it around my wrists, binding them tight against my back, the metallic strands biting lightly into my skin. The idea of my hands glittering with Christmas ribbon made my pulse hammer.
“You begged me not to let you go,” he growled against my ear. The tinsel tightened with another pull. “Now I won’t.”
I gasped as his hands roamed, free now to grip my breasts, to slide lower across my belly and between my thighs. The contrast of restraint and his rough touch had me shuddering.
He then lowered me down, my face pressed against the carpet.
Brooks hovered behind me, holding my hands bound tight in the tinsel as he dragged his cock slowly along my core. His thick length pressed against the curve of my ass, teasing, testing, driving me insane with the way he hovered just out of reach.
I moaned, biting my lip as I cut him a glare over my shoulder. His eyes were molten, pupils blown wide, staring at me like I was the only thing in the world worth consuming.
I arched, pushing my ass back against him, taunting, begging without words. My body was trembling with need, slick and aching, every nerve screaming for him to finally take me.
Brooks tightened the tinsel, pulling my bound hands higher until my shoulders stretched back, my chest thrusting out. The roughness of it, the glitter biting into my skin, made me gasp. He lined himself up with my entrance, the swollen head of his cock slipping just inside before pulling away again.
“Brooks,” I whined, shoving my hips back toward him.
He chuckled low, dark. “Needy, are we, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes. I need you.”
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, and then he thrust—stretching me wide. I cried out, knees sliding against the rug as he buried himself inside me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping my hip hard. “Gripping me like you were made for this cock.”
I moaned shamelessly, head falling forward, hair spilling into my face. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he promised, voice rough as he slammed in deeper. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, wet, desperate. His thrusts grew harder, faster. The tinsel was cutting into my wrists as I writhed helplessly against him.
“Say it,” he demanded, pulling me back onto him, driving himself deeper. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“Yours,” I sobbed, the word breaking on a moan. “It’s yours, Brooks. All yours.”
“That’s right,” he growled, his pace turning brutal, fucking me so deep the firelight blurred in front of my eyes. “Begged me to stay, now I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine.”
Pleasure surged sharp and wild through me, my whole body clenching around him. “Brooks—oh, fuck…I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered, one hand slipping down to circle my clit while the other yanked the tinsel tighter. “Come all over my cock. Now.”
My release hit like a wave crashing, tearing through me as I screamed his name, body shuddering and pulsing aroundhim. Brooks groaned deep, his thrusts growing frantic before he buried himself hard one last time, spilling inside me with a roar.
We collapsed forward, breathless, the fire crackling beside us and the faint jingle of tinsel still binding my wrists. His chest pressed into my back, his mouth hot against my shoulder as he whispered, “You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere.”
What it would look like, what we would look like if he stayed, was a tomorrow problem. Tonight, I was getting lost in him over and over until I couldn’t walk in the morning.
“What do you say we leave this mess for the morning and carry all of this upstairs instead?” Brooks’ voice was low, rough with satisfaction.
