Explosive (24 page)

“Never done
what
?” Thomas asked cautiously, wanting to make sure they were on the same page. Was she talking about being restrained, or—

“I’ve never had anal sex.”

He swallowed with difficulty. Her eyes looked enormous and dark in the dim room, enigmatic and trusting at once.

“It won’t be like . . . out in the yard,” he said in a rush. “I promise. I don’t know what came over me.”

She nodded, her solemn stare humbling him.

He licked at his upper lip and tasted sweat. He glanced down, realizing she was damp and naked in the chilly air-conditioned room while he was fully dressed.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Here. Get under the covers. Let’s get you comfortable while I get a few things ...”

His voice trailed off as he pulled back the comforter and sheet. Sophie slid beneath them and he covered her. He bent to kiss her—once in thanks for her generosity, once in rising need.

He walked over to her dresser and opened the top draw. In the dim light he made out some neatly folded stockings. He lifted one and wrapped his hand in it, testing its strength, its flexibility.

The feeling of the soft, stretchy material aroused him for some reason; probably because he knew the fabric had once swished between Sophie’s silken thighs, existed within inches of her sweet, aromatic pussy.

He grabbed the stocking’s mate and made his way over to the bags of items he’d collected when he drove into town. He already knew where the lubricant/scented massage oil was, noticed where the middle-aged cashier had bagged it while she gave him a speculative glance, which he ignored. At the time, he’d wondered at his nerve, buying lubricant given his new and strange relationship with Sophie.

But maybe it was the uniqueness of their relationship that had made him do it. Or maybe the animal in him just wouldn’t be denied.

He thought once again of how he’d fucked Sophie out there in the yard.

Would he really be able to control himself? His level of arousal was different than his frenzied need to mate had been earlier, but Thomas couldn’t say that it was milder in intensity, just more focused . . . more deliberate.

He moved aside a package of T-shirts and found the bottle. He felt Sophie’s gaze on him as he placed the combination of lubricant and massage oil on the bedside table.

It was amazing, the stuff you could find at Wal-Mart.

He turned to her, the stockings lying in his hand.

“What’s wrong?” she asked when he stared down at her in indecision.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Sophie?” he asked hoarsely.

She nodded.

“No.
Say
it,” he demanded, needing to hear it in words.

He saw her throat convulse. “Yes, I want to, Thomas.”

He exhaled slowly. “Okay. Well . . . usually it would require you helping me to get as stiff as a pike, because it works best that way,” he told her, giving her an apologetic glance when he recognized his crudeness. When he saw her lips tilt in amusement, he continued, “But considering I’ve been stone-hard for a while now, I don’t think we’ll have any problems in that department. So how about if we just concentrate on you.”

She bit at her lower lip. “Okay.”

The small evidence of her anxiety made him forget his hesitancy about taking her in such a volatile act of sex when he himself was like a bomb that was about to go off. He promised himself then and there that if he did anything in the next few minutes that even hinted at harming Sophie, he’d leave.

And never come back.

That was dire enough of a consequence to ensure him that no matter what secrets Sophie might hold, she was completely safe with him.

“Reach up and grab the bedposts.”

She did without pause, making his cock throb more insistently.

He leaned down and restrained her with the hose, his fingers going clumsy and stupid as lust pounded through his veins. After he’d affixed her wrists to the bedpost, he turned his attention to the end of the bed. He pulled back the bottom of the comforter and sheets and tied two stockings on the metal bed frame. She made a soft little sound in her throat when he spread her legs wide enough to reach the nylon restraints.

“Okay?” he whispered, as he held one of her elegant, arched feet in his palm. “I don’t have to restrain your legs if you don’t want me to. Just say the word.”

“No, it’s all right.”

He shivered slightly at the sound of her low voice in the dim, silent room. He told himself to focus on his task instead of the arousing sight of Sophie, naked and tied spread-eagle on the bed, awaiting her pleasure.

When she was tied up, he straightened, one knee still on the bed.

“Nylons make a tight hold, Sophie. But ...”

“What?” she asked shakily.

“You can pull loose of them. I tied you tight, but the loop will stretch. If you want it to.”

“I understand, Thomas.”

She’d sounded breathless, Thomas thought as he peeled the damp T-shirt he wore off his skin. He kicked off his tennis shoes and examined her as he unbuttoned his shorts. Was she aroused by the idea of being tied up, not only at his mercy, but at the mercy of the desire he planned to awaken in her body?

He hoped like hell she was aroused at being restrained, because it was driving him crazy with excitement. Too bad he didn’t have access to any sex toys here at the cabin. It’d be nice to have a way to amplify her experience, he thought as he whipped off his socks.

Then again, making his lust even more powerful seemed not only unwise, but downright greedy. How could he become
more
aroused than he felt at that moment?

His gaze snagged on Sophie’s when he leaned back up again. Without thinking about what he was doing, he shoved his hand into his boxer briefs and fisted his cock. It’d caused a wicked stab of lust to go through him to see her big, dark eyes watching him undress, to see the arousal and, yes, a touch of wariness in their depths.

“You say the word, Sophie—now or later . . .
anytime
—and I’ll untie you,” he rasped as he continued to stroke his cock.

“I know,” she said shakily. Her gaze had transferred to his crotch, and she no longer looked wary; just excited. It sent a thrill through him, too, to know that she was aroused by the sight of him stroking himself. He lifted his penis out of his underwear and through his opened shorts. Her head lifted slightly off the pillow to get a better look when he began to run his hand up and down the sensitive shaft. Little pulses of pleasure leapt through him as he fisted the head and spread some pre-ejaculate on it until it glistened when he moved his hand to the turgid staff. Thomas knew it was his own hand jacking his cock but it was Sophie’s big, wanting eyes that were giving him so much pleasure.

“I think I’d like to watch you bring yourself off,” she whispered. Her voice had sounded a little awed, like she was surprised by the truth of what she’d said.

His cock leapt in his hand. He’d love to jack off for her, the vision of her tied to the bed naked and her eyes glued to his cock supplying ample fuel to complete the task with ease.

“I can tell you one thing,” he said in all honesty as he continued to stroke himself. “The vision of how you look right this minute is going to be what pops into my mind whenever I do jack off from this day forward.”

“Thomas,” she whispered shakily when he reached for the comforter and sheet and pulled. The fabric slid sensually down her torso. He let go when it reached just below her bellybutton. As usual, the sight of the pale expanse of her stomach and her large, shapely breasts spiked his arousal.

“You have exceptionally beautiful breasts,” he murmured as he stroked his raging erection. “I’ve never seen real ones that were so firm . . . so sweet.”

She laughed softly. “How do you know they’re real?”

He gave her a wry glance. “Give me some credit, Sophie.”

“Oh, right. You’re the breast expert,” she said through a small smile. “Pardon me for even joking about your vast experience in such matters.”

He smiled. “You’re forgiven. I can tell by looking and touching that you’ve been thoroughly blessed by God, but even if I didn’t know the truth already, I don’t believe for a second you’d ever go for breast augmentation.”

“How do you know that?”

“There’s no way in hell you’d do something to draw additional attention to yourself. You always hide, Sophie.”

Her smile faded slightly when their gazes met.

“It doesn’t work,” he told her gruffly. “I saw your beauty each and every time I caught sight of you.” He twisted his fist over the sensitive patch of skin just beneath the crown of his cock. “I was blown away by it every damned time.”

She didn’t reply, just stared at him with her lips slightly parted and an amazed expression on her lovely face. He grimaced when he forced himself to let go of his cock.

“As much as your proposal appeals to me, I think I’ll save this for my ravishment of you.”

Her smile returned when he glanced down at his erection poking out between the fly of his shorts.

“You certainly make a formidable ravisher,” she murmured.

He pumped his eyebrows. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Her soft laughter mesmerized him for a second or two. It stopped when he turned and headed out of the room.

“Thomas?”

“I’ll be right back. I’m looking for something—”

She twisted her chin to see him when he walked back in the room a moment later.

“What are you doing?” she asked bemusedly as she stared at the dark red, silicone spatula he held in his hand.

“Improvising,” he said before he set the spatula next to the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. “Sophie?”

“Yes?” she asked, dragging her gaze off the spatula. The light spilling from the opened bathroom door was sufficient for him to see how flushed her cheeks looked.

“What we’re going to do . . . it’d be best if you were as aroused as you can be. Do you happen to have a vibrator?”

Her lips fell open. Her blush deepened.

“Yes.”

He smiled and pointed toward the bedside table drawer, his eyebrows cocked in a query. Her nod seemed hesitant.

“It’s not a crime, Sophie,” he murmured amusedly as he opened the drawer. “Believe it or not, I realize that women like to masturbate just as much as men.” He paused when he saw the shape of what was obviously a dildo wrapped in a soft, dark blue cloth at the back of the drawer. He lifted the realistically shaped rubber phallus and whisked it out of the cloth bag.

His grin widened as he met Sophie’s wide-eyed stare. “You like them big, huh, Sophie?”

She shut her eyes in embarrassment.

“It’s not exactly the sort of thing I was asking about. Don’t you have a nice little clit vibrator?” he asked, eyeing the monster cock he held standing up in his palm. The dildo was as large as his cock, and it certainly wouldn’t help him prepare Sophie’s ass for penetration.

“I don’t have anything else,” Sophie murmured, her eyes still closed. “It
is
a vibrator, though.”

He glanced over at her, but she refused to meet his gaze. He reached inside the drawer for the vibrator controller and set both it and the rubber cock on the table.

She opened her eyes when he straddled her waist on the bed and leaned down to kiss a hot cheek.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered hoarsely as he peppered her cheeks and jaw with kisses. He hovered above her mouth and spoke quietly. “It’s exciting to think of it—sweet, innocent Sophie Gable choosing one sex toy for her personal pleasure, and instead of getting a compact little clit vibrator, she gets herself a nice, big cock.”

He kissed her mouth, sending his tongue between her lips to tease himself with her singular flavor. His cock throbbed on her warm, smooth belly. He didn’t say it out loud, but it also gratified him that she’d purchased a cock that wasn’t dissimilar in size and shape to his own penis, and she hadn’t even known him then. He liked knowing that she had a preference for something he possessed. “Sweet Sophie,” he murmured as he plucked at her lips. “You please me so much. How many more secrets do you carry behind those beautiful eyes?”

She said nothing when he lifted his head, but like him, she panted softly.

“I’m
so
going to enjoy using that cock on you,” he said.

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

Sophie’s eyes went wide when she registered the gentle warning in Thomas’s tone.

I’m so going to enjoy using that cock on you.

It
was
embarrassing revealing something as personal as her chosen method of masturbation to him—especially when the vibrating dildo was so large—but it was exciting, as well. What was he planning on doing to her while she was tied up to the bed, helpless and panting with desire?

Well, not helpless, precisely, Sophie reminded herself as she pulled slightly on the knots that bound her and felt the give to the material. She could escape if she wanted to, and Thomas had told her all she had to do was say the word, and he’d release her.

Not that she wanted him to stop, Sophie thought as she watched him sit up. He still straddled her naked body. His cock throbbed on her stomach, the cock head lying between her ribs. It excited her, as usual, the shape of him, the weight. She followed his movements as he leaned over to grab the little bottle, the vibrator, and the control mechanism. Desire twanged between her thighs as he turned on the vibrator and pushed a couple buttons, experimenting. She cried out softly in surprise when he placed the pulsating rubber cock tip next to the pulse on her neck.

“How’s that setting?”

Sophie swallowed, feeling the weight of the dildo on her throat.

“It’s . . . fine,” she whispered.

He suddenly transferred the fat rubber cock tip to her lower lip. Sophie just stared up at him. She felt his cock lurch next to her abdomen.

“Your lips are very sensitive,” he murmured. “Are you sure you like that setting?”

Sophie just nodded, speechless.

He removed the vibrator and set it on the bed. He picked up the little bottle. Perhaps he saw the question in her eyes when he poured several drops into his palm.