Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Think you could?” God. The note of hope in Cal’s voice made me hard enough I needed to shift in the chair. Cal also moved around, pushing against the mattress.
“Since the mere suggestion has you wiggling again, yeah, I’m in favor of anything that makes you come gangbusters for me.”
“Want it.” Cal’s voice was all breath.
“But I wouldn’t start with pain. No, I’d start with the thing you hate as much as you need it. Niceness.”
Cal gave a barky laugh.
“No laughing during my narration. I want to sit next to you. Kiss the back of your neck. Your arms. I want to feel the tension from the restraints, lick your flexed biceps. Stroke you all over with the tips of my fingers.”
“Ticklish.” His voice was needy and definitely not a rebuttal to my plan.
“That’s exactly what I want to discover. What makes you gasp and sigh, and what earns me another laugh. You have an amazing laugh, by the way. You should do it more often.”
“Give me a reason.” And like that, he was back to bratty, but I only gave him a fond smile. I’d put up with the brat for more of those needy sounds and hot sparks in his blue, blue eyes.
“I will. Later. I’ve got jokes for days. But right now, I want to trace that tattoo on your back with my tongue. Outline each ocean wave.”
Cal sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s a lot of tongue action.”
“Yep. Trust me, I’m up for it. I’ll lick your spine. Maybe, if you seem sufficiently docile, I’ll give you a hint of teeth,” I said experimentally, testing for the edges of Cal’s desire for pain.
“I can be good.” Yep. He dug the idea of light bites, and so did I. So did I. Wow.
“I know you can.” My voice came out warm and liquid, arousal making it deeper. “And I want to rub you all over.”
“Like a massage?” He sounded skeptical, but I wasn’t. I could make him love all kinds of touch, from caring to rough.
“Exactly like a massage. Make you all boneless and relaxed, still restrained, still mine to do with as I want.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll rub you from your neck all the way to your thighs and calves. And don’t think I’m going to neglect that ass of yours.” Thoughts of more licking and biting flitted through my brain, and I considered narrating rimming, but Cal moaned shakily at the word ass. Unsure whether that was a yes, please or a not now, I switched directions. “Imagine I’ve researched a tie that would let me flip you over without dislocating a shoulder. And I flip you onto your back—”
Cal interrupted me with a frustrated noise. “But I want to come.”
“Baby, you’ve got to be patient and let me tell my story.” I chuckled. The air in the room felt thick and potent. “You think I don’t have hands or a mouth?”
“Oh.” Cal hissed like he’d been burned. “You wanna put your mouth…”
“Everywhere. There’s nowhere on you I don’t want my lips, tongue, and teeth.”
“Fuck.”
“Yup.” I grinned, truly getting into this scenario. And strangely, I didn’t feel like pushing to make it a reality. Maybe someday, but at this moment, there was a pleasure in simply painting a picture for Cal, making him groan and writhe. “And you’re thinking I’m going to go right for your cock. But you’re wrong. I’ll kiss your chest, your nipples. Those I might bite. If you like binder clips, I bet I could do better.”
“I was right.” Cal laughed, and it was the best sound in the world, as much a turn-on as a kiss would be. “You do like to talk.”
“Yup, definitely biting until you stop trying to goad me into that spanking you deserve.”
“You could spank me.” Cal was back to that thoughtful tone like he, too, was trying out new ideas.
“I could. And I likely would. But right now, I want to lick your belly, the smooth parts and the fuzzy parts, and those abs. God bless the navy’s PT requirements.”
He snorted. “I’ll tell my old master chief you appreciate my commitment to put in maximum effort.”
“You do that.” I watched him move for several long seconds, the way he hunched his hips and the tension in his powerful ass and thighs. In the quiet, he sped up, but I made a warning noise. “And if you come before I’m ready for you to, you’ll be sorry.”
“Yeah?”
“You come too soon, and I’m going to keep right on teasing you, work you back up, make you give it up a second time.”
“That…might not be a punishment.” Cal’s voice was uncertain as if the news he could potentially go doubles wasn’t a most welcome treat for me.
“Don’t make me threaten a third.”
“My record is around four in a number of hours,” he countered. I loved how need made him provoke me, challenge me to push him further and harder. “Last one hurt when I went for number four.”