Page 52 of Without a Hitch
Good God, this man knows how to use that muscle. His tongue swirls and laps along my skin, and my body comes alive.
“Careful there, lover. You’re awfully close to being confused for a romantic.”
The words have barely left my mouth when he hitches my dress over my hips and turns me around. My belly hits a table in front of us before my brain can comprehend all the movements.
He leans over me, holding me to the table, and my harsh breaths leave a cloud of mist against the black marble surface I’m pressed against. I flex my fingers and see my handprint left behind on the shiny surface. My body is on fire. The table is cold. The fear of being caught is overwhelming. The juxtaposition of all these senses intensifies the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Do you want me, Pepper?”
I wiggle my ass against his engorged crotch and feel his entire body tense. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going back to the party,” I say hoarsely.
Slap!
The sound catches my attention before any other sense kicks in. My eyes go wide, and I attempt to arch off the table, but he has me caged in. Then the fire begins to form on the skin of my right ass cheek.
Motherfucker, this prick just spanked me.
My throat feels like I’ve been sucking on cotton balls, and my heart is beating erratically, causing the puffs of air to leave more condensation on the table. It’s all I can focus on. It’s an odd sensation as he rubs and massages my ass. Not at all unpleasant, causing my head to war with every other organ in my body.
“Your damn mouth,” he whispers, and I realize he’s no longer pressing me to the table, but his presence at my back holds me still just the same. His words caress my back, then I feel him between my legs. “Do you want me?” he repeats, the vulnerability in his words unnerving.
I can’t reconcile the uncertainty of his words with the domineering man that just gave me my first ever spanking.What’s troubling your heart, Blaine?But that’s a question for a boyfriend, not a lover, so instead, I focus on pieces of him. His scent. His fingers on my skin. Anything but the feelings he conjures.
“Yes, I want you. C-Can anyone see us in here?” Awareness of our surroundings crashes into me and pulls me from the sexy scene that will most definitely live rent-free in my brain for the rest of my life.
“Not in here. I would never do that to you, Abby.”
A lump forms painfully in my throat, and my eyes burn like lava. If he were relationship material, those words could lead to forever.
He hooks his hands into the waistband of my thong and slides it down my legs, then stands. Leaning over me once more, he gently takes my right hand, then my left, and laces them behind my back.
I’m unable to crane my neck far enough to see what he’s doing, but then I feel the soft lace that can only be my panties wrap around my wrists until it goes taut.He’s bound me with my own flipping underwear.
“You’re v-very kinky tonight, lover.”
His lips land between my shoulder blades, and it sends a jolt of longing straight to my core. He takes his time tasting and exploring before answering. “I have to make sure you don’t leave me again.”
A breath hisses between my teeth. “I…Blaine?” I shift and wiggle, trying to make eye contact, but he continues his leisurely exploration of my body. “Blaine? Did I hurt you by leaving that night?”
I feel him lift his head from my back as his five o’clock shadow scrapes up my spine. “Well, Pepper, that would imply that I have feelings, now wouldn’t it?”
“I never said you didn’t.”
Slap!
This time it’s my left ass cheek, and I still wasn’t prepared. Moisture drips between my legs, and my pussy clamps tight.
Well, that’s not the reaction I was expecting.
Just as I open my mouth to protest, he puts two large palms on my thighs and spreads them wider. I adjust my stance, and he tugs my body down on the table a few inches. Then he’s on the floor, under the table, with his mouth sucking on my pussy. His grasp on my thighs strengthens and holds me to his face so tightly I’m afraid I’ll suffocate him.
My hips undulate shamelessly as I ride his face. I grind and moan, and he does wicked things with his tongue. When he takes my clit between his teeth and slaps both ass cheeks, I come in a riot of feelings and sensations I can’t begin to explain. Bright lights and shooting stars don’t do it justice.
Every muscle in my body tenses and quivers while he continues his attack on my clit. Just as the tremors ease, he slips two long fingers inside me. Scissoring them, opening me, and the tightening begins at my core again.
My knees tremble with the effort of holding myself up, and when he sucks me right to the edge, he slides out from between my legs. With my body plastered to the table, my shoulders still manage to sag at the loss of contact. But it doesn’t last long.
The crinkling sounds of a condom wrapper have me spreading my legs as wide as possible.
