Page 94 of Intrepid

My body slid back down the wall.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I admitted. It was true. I’d reached some codependent phase, and had to convince myself I was happy playing along, just so I could look myself in the mirror.

“You’re driving me crazy, too, Sera.” His breaths calmed, and for a moment, I thought we were done.

Instead, he knelt down before me, keeping his eyes on me, and lifted my shirt.

“Ty, I’m not doing this. I’m tired of the back and forth. I’m not going to be your cheap booty call.”

“You’re not cheap.” Fingers curled inside my shorts, he slid them down to mid-thigh, before I slammed my palms to his shoulders, pushing him back. His eyes turned pleading, and his tongue swept across his lips. The T-shirt tightened around my waist, as he rested his head against my stomach and kissed my navel. “Please, Sera, I just need one taste. One hit, and I’ll be straight again.”

Jesus, he sounded like an addict, fielding for pussy.

“Your charm and sad little boy eyes aren’t going to work.”

Except, they did. Goddamn it, he kissed lower, and in spite of the death grip I had on his skull, he kissed lower still, until the first sweep of his tongue reminded me that I had no choice with Ty.

My body lit up like a match with the first strike and came alive, while he held me against the wall, devouring me where I stood. “Why don’t you just … get it somewhere else?” I squealed, when his tongue flicked against my clit and he sucked my folds into his mouth. “I’m sure … eight mile—oh, God … has plenty …” Another long lick had my hands balling into tight fists around his hair. “Of pussy willing … to fuck you. No strings.”

“I don’t want a whore.” His teeth grazed my lips as he savagely ate me like an animal starved for too long. “I want your pussy.”

I turned my head to the side, catching a glimpse of us in the mirror that hung at the end of the foyer. I could see it in my face, my eyes, the upturn of my brows, the parting of my lips, his face buried in my cunt. I was fucked. Just like the woman paused on TV. So dirty and beautiful at the same time.

He yanked my panties down over my ankles and tossed them aside. Lifting me up into his arms, pressing my spine into the wall, he ground his bulge against my sex, silently confessing his appetite for more. “Can’t stop thinking about you, Sera,” he breathed across my jaw, before his teeth skated along my collarbone, and I closed my eyes. “Your smell. Your touch.” He grazed my throat and planted a kiss there. “Those little sounds you make when you come.” Another kiss. “The way you look at me after that makes me want to fuck you all over again.”

When I reopened my eyes, we’d moved to the first surface it seemed he could bend me over, which happened to be the arm of the couch. As soon as my feet hit the floor, he turned me around and pushed my head down to the cushion, leaving my ass high in the air.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.” Hands prying me apart, he plowed into my pussy tongue first, and licked all the way up to my ass, the sensation jerking me forward.

“Ah, Ty!” I kicked my head to the side, watching him.

“When I shove my fingers inside of you, I want you to say my name again.” He tipped his head, prodding my entrance with those wicked pleasure daggers, and I did as he asked, his name searing my tongue, while my traitorous pussy welcomed his invasion with a wet slide.

Drawing his fingers out showed the glisten on his skin, where he held them up for me to see. “Always wet for me,” he said, and sucked my arousal from them. “Admit it, Sera. You say you don’t want to play, but you love this game. You crave it as much as I do. Deny it all you want. Your body doesn’t lie.”

Unbuckling his pants, he didn’t take his diamond eyes off me once, not even when he slipped the buckle from its loops and tied it around my wrists, above my head. The leather bit into my flesh, as he tightened it, then he knelt down beside me, brushing the hair from my face. “I’m going to fuck you everywhere in here, until you feel me in every corner of your mind. Every time you sit on this couch, you’ll think of the night I bent you over and fucked you against it. Every time you walk through that door, you’ll think of my mouth sucking your pussy. And every time you go to sleep in your bed, you’ll think about the sweat and pain you endured, having my dick buried in you for hours. Only then will you know how badly I’ve wanted you this week.”

“Why bind my arms?”

“Because this isn’t about you touching me and tormenting me all over again. This is about me tormenting you. Showing you how it feels wanting to grab onto something, all while knowing your hands are tied.”

My whole body shuddered at his words, and I submitted to them, tucking my bound hands beneath my body.

Ty peeled off his shirt and pushed his jeans to the floor, stroking his fully erect cock in front of me. The perfection of his body, the tight cords of muscle, long and lean, and the chiseled grooves in his chest and abs drew my focus away from the scars. “I’m going to feed off of you until I’m no longer hungry.”

Swallowing a harsh gulp, I tacked my eyes shut, as he lined his tip to my entrance. At the first thrust, I screamed into the cushion, the muffled sound ringing in my ears. My fingers clawed for purchase against the cropped fabric, sliding against the tiny fibers.

He pulled back to the tip, and drove forward again, his thrust nearly tearing through my womb. In and out, he pumped a vicious rhythm, his cock filling me with every punishing slam from behind.

The angle, the depth of his cock, the excitement of having my hands bound, all culminated into the kind of ecstasy I’d never had before. Wetness pooled beneath my cheek where I’d leaked drool from the corner of my mouth.

All I could think about was Bea and I sitting on that very couch come Monday, drinking our morning coffees, as usual, only nothing about it would be usual. I’d be wondering if she could sense, maybe smell the sex clinging to the upholstery, or feel my dried saliva beneath her.

Ty’s relentless assault kept on, thumping the couch, squeaking the wooden frame inside of it, while he rutted against me like we were animals in heat. Sweat poured down my face, and I could feel more in the wet slide of his hands digging into my waist. My skin burned fever-hot.

I held my breath, face planted in the cushion, as tingles climbed my spine, higher and higher, building in my stomach like a knot wound too tight. I arched my back and cried out through the first blast of climax exploding across my limbs, my legs shivering as the orgasm shattered along my muscles, weakening them.

Ty pulled out, and I paused to breathe, only to be lifted from the couch into his arms. He carried me into the bathroom, just as he had at his apartment, and flipped on the shower. As it warmed, he held me up, my legs like jelly, and tugged me into the stall. Arms still bound, I lifted up on tiptoes, when he hoisted my wrists over the shower spigot, slicing through the warm spray. He stepped back, stroking his still-hard cock. He didn’t come—a thought that tripped my confidence button for a moment, until I realized he hadn’t wanted to. Yet.