Page 70 of Paco
“By you. Do you like it?”Maybe he’ll think I’m too damaged. A freak.
A wicked smile spread over his lips. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from her heat, locking his gaze with hers. “Yeah, babe. I like it. A lot.” Without breaking eye contact, he sucked her juices off his fingers, taking each one of them in his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet.” He leaned over and kissed her deeply, then jumped off the bed and went to the closet.
As she tasted herself on her lips, she watched how his firm ass rippled and his corded muscles strained against his taut skin. When he turned around, he held a black spreader bar with cuffs. She shivered as lust skittered up her spine.
The bed shifted under his weight, and he scanned her face. “You’re sure about this?” She nodded. “If it gets too much, tell me. What word do you want to use?”
Without hesitation she said, “Freedom.”
Holding up the bar, he nodded. Climbing over her body, he straddled her. “Give me your hand.” She complied, and he secured it in one of the soft cuffs. “Raise your arms,” he commanded.
She placed her arms over her head and he seized the bar, spreading it wide and hooking the middle of it to a ring on the headboard. He straddled her higher, his hard cock right next to her mouth. Swiping her tongue over his smoothness, she moaned.
He jerked away. “I’ll give you permission when to touch me.” The ominous tone of his voice made her throb and pulse with need.
He grabbed her other hand and fastened the cuff over her wrist, spread the bar out until her arms were outstretched and immovable, and locked it in the center. Her shoulders tightened and her sides felt as though they would tear open. She tried to move her arms, but he’d tightened it so there was no chance of any movement. Normally, when men had tied her up in the past, she’d been terrified, shutting her eyes and pretending to be in a different place until it was over, but with Paco, she found the experience incredibly empowering. She was submitting to him, and being unable to push him away allowed her to cross a limit—a boundary. Her trust in him enabled her to surrender and allow pleasure, while at the same time freeing herself from the chains of her past torments and demons.
“Keep your eyes open.” Bending over her, he skimmed his fingertips slowly down her body, bringing heat and the caress of breath on her skin. Coming back up, he switched his fingers for lips, scorching featherlight kisses over her skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He fisted her hair, yanking her head to meet his mouth, then crushed his on hers. Rough. Wet. Deep. He pressed his body into hers and she felt his arousal against her thigh, mere inches from her sopping pussy.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
He froze, silence engulfing them for what seemed like an eternity to her.
“I call the shots. Not you,” he said harshly. His words skated from her hardened nipples to her aching sex.
More kissing, touching, and teasing. The rip of the condom packet sent a sparking bolt of anticipation through her, and she moaned as she watched him slide the sheath over his pulsing dick.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He spread her legs wider.
She sucked in her breath and quivered.
“You’re mine.” He pushed deep inside her, and a moan of pleasure escaped through her parted lips. She rocked her hips, taking in as much of him as she could. “You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, pulling out and then pushing back in. His rhythm was slow, steady, and deep—so deep. He pulsed inside her as he dipped his head down and devoured her breasts. She writhed beneath him as he went in and out, her legs wrapped around his waist, connecting to his hot flesh, yearning to touch his chest and face but unable to in her restrained position.
Paco grabbed her ankles and flung them over his shoulders, then began jackhammering into her hard and fast. For each thrust, he would pull all the way out and then bury it to the hilt, his balls slapping her folds. The muskiness of his arousal curled around her, and she breathed him in as he pounded her with abandon while bolts of white-hot pleasure streaked through her.
“Fuck, Chelsea,” he grunted before he leaned over and seized her mouth.
Every muscle began to tighten and her upper thighs quivered as a light sweat broke out over her body. She could feel the buildup as it went higher and higher, and then it burst. It was like melting and exploding at the same time—an intensity of sensation. She didn’t have any control over it, and it was liberating.
Paco dug his fingernails into her hips as he came, groaning and grunting, his gaze fixed on hers before he collapsed over her, his warm breath fanning over her neck. They had both come hard, lost in the moment where there were no memories, only the two of them and pleasure.
He raised his head and swiped his lips across hers as he eased out of her. “I gotta get you out of this,” he said, unfastening the cuffs.
When she lowered her arms, her muscles screamed. “That was incredible,” she said, watching him as he massaged her arms lightly.
“We’re good together. I haven’t felt this good with a woman since… well… in a long time. Better?” He pointed at her arms.
She nodded.He was going to say “Cassie.” Do you still love her, Paco? Can you ever let your heart love another woman? Me?
“You want something to drink?” He stood up and slipped his condom off.
“Some water would be good. You know, I’m clean. Bobby was always very careful about that. He didn’t want a reduction in his price or, God forbid, a refund.” She laughed dryly.
“The guy was a sonofabitch.”
“I only brought him up to let you know that I’m good. I was checked the day before I ran away. I’m on the pill too.”
He handed her a bottle of water and gently tugged her hair, tilting her head back. Kissing her tenderly, he stroked the side of her face. “I’ll keep that in mind, babe.” He threw back a shot of whiskey, then climbed on the bed. “I’m beat.”
