Unbridled Temptation (8 page)

She moved half a step back, bent at the waist, and sucked his cock into her mouth. He startled and then stiffened the moment her mouth closed over his cockhead to suck. She drew his large cock deeper inside her mouth. He pushed out a low groan with his next exhale.

One of his hands settled lightly on the back of her hair as she sucked him in and out of her mouth a few times. Hand squeezing the base of his staff, she felt his cock pulse quite a few times as she worked him between her lips.

She continued until his breathing sounded like he was panting. Without warning, she stopped and pushed him back on to the sofa. Knees trapped by his jeans, he dropped onto the center cushion. Jocelyn undid the front clasp of her bra and let it fall behind her. Rigid cock jutting straight in the air, Logan’s full attention went to her small breasts. Hooking her thumbs into her saturated panties, she lowered them slowly as well and left them on the floor beneath her feet.

Logan leaned to one side and pulled something out of his back pocket. His wallet. Extracting a condom, he tossed it to her. She gave him a grateful smile. Even though she was on regular oral contraception, safe sex was the only way to go.

She went to her knees before him. Displayed as he was, shirt open, jeans and boxers pushed to his thighs, large, rigid cock standing at attention, expression filled with lust, Jocelyn wanted him even more. She opened the square packet, carefully extracting the condom. Dropping the wrapper near her panties, she rolled the protection in place over his impressive cock.

Seriously, he was huge. She had noticed his size as her lips slipped around his head to suck. She couldn’t wait until his wide cock filled her pussy to the brink.

Quivering with unsatisfied lust, Jocelyn slowly climbed onto the sofa over him. Each of her knees was positioned on either side of his legs. Her pussy hovered close to the tip of his cock. She leaned forward for a kiss. He obliged her, but she sensed he wasn’t enjoying this as much as she was.

Jocelyn pulled back. “What do I have to do to get you to engage?”

His eyes narrowed. “Engage?”

“I want you to touch me. I want you to
want
to touch me.”

He looked slightly puzzled. “This is your show. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“I want you to hug me and kiss me and suck on my nipples and act like you are glad we’re together. Like you can’t wait to fuck me.”

His arms wrapped around her so suddenly, a breath caught in her throat. He squeezed her close, kissed her throat and then her chin and then her mouth. “For the record, I’m
very
anxious to fuck you. I’m sorry if I don’t seem
engaged
. I honestly haven’t had sex like this in quite a while.” He grinned. “You know, where I wasn’t in complete control of everything. So forgive me.” He kissed her again. “I need to know specifically what you want as we go along. It’s not easy to restrain myself, and not just take over. Do you understand?”

Jocelyn pushed out a breath of relief. “Yes. I get it.”

Her eyes focused on his. She moved her hips in such a way that his cockhead centered right between the entrance of her slick pussy lips. She shifted downward. His cock penetrated her just a little bit. His gaze dipped slightly as if taking note of their first sexual connection.

God, he really
was
huge. Her eyes drifted shut, and she dropped her body, impaling herself on his stiff, wide shaft in one swift movement. So amazingly good.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whispered. His hands went to her hips, fastening tight like he tried to anchor himself to her. She liked it. He filled her absolutely to the brink of her capacity. She felt stretched. She felt full. She wanted more.

“Suck my nipples,” she whispered back.

His mouth immediately attached to one sensitive tip. He sucked hard. It felt like there was a tether connected to her clit as his lips moved over the ultrasensitive tip of her breast. She lifted and dropped her slick pussy onto his cock again.

Pleasurable sensations raced up and down her spine and through her limbs. She’d never experienced such vivid gratification in the foreplay part of the sexual act before today. She was already on the very precipice of a powerful orgasm, and his cock had only gone in and out of her pussy twice.

She moved up and down slowly. Up and down a little faster. Up and down faster yet. His mouth moved to her other breast to suck the nipple. He reached up and tweaked the one he’d abandoned with measured pinches of his forefinger and thumb. She glanced down at his fingers on her nipple and a ripple of near-orgasmic delight flashed in her body.

“Oh my!” She tilted her head back and sped her hip thrusts. She was so close to climax, and she wanted it so badly. In her albeit-limited experience, men had difficulty lasting long enough for
her
to come.

Unsure of how much longer Logan would last, she reached her hand between them and stroked her clit with her own finger. Three strokes later, she was about to let loose when he pulled away from her nipple and whispered, “I’ll do that for you, if you want.”

She stopped cold. She was on the edge. She was so close to orgasm her brain didn’t work. She couldn’t seem to process his words.

He smiled, put his free hand between them, dislodged her finger, and stroked her clit with his thumb. Two circular firm motions later, he put his mouth back on her nipple and sucked hard. He pinched her other nipple, and continued the steady strong pressure on her clit. He was good.

Jocelyn started moving her pussy over his cock again. She was afraid to go too fast for fear he’d climax and it would all be over before she hit her high note. She’d have to go home and dig out her battery-operated boyfriend to get satisfaction.

The weight of his thumb on her clit increased. Her thrusts increased. Each time she slammed her pussy hard on his cock a vibration of bliss burst inside her core. She was on a steady rise to joyous oblivion. And she wanted it.

She moved harder and faster, seeking what she expected would be the mother of all orgasms to rock her world. She was slamming down on his cock so hard, she hoped he was okay.

He sped the strokes to her clit all of a sudden, but then slowed them.

“Faster,” she said with urgency. “Rub my clit faster.”

Logan did exactly as she said. He stroked, and stroked harder. He kept the pace going faster and faster until she tilted her head back and the most epic and astonishing climax of her life rolled over her body in orgasmic wave after wave, giving her the most acute pleasure she’d ever known.

Jocelyn screamed his name when the first ripple of release hit her. Then she screamed it over and over again as each subsequent pleasure wave hit her as if with tidal force crashing over her, and knocking her down.

She eventually stopped moving, settling her pussy deeply over his cock. His thumb dislodged from her clit. She put her hands on his face and drew him into a passionate kiss. She poured her soul into the kiss as if to tell him how much she appreciated his participation in her fantasy orgasm fest.

It had been better than she ever imagined it could be. Her body still shook in the aftermath of what she considered the most perfect sexual encounter she’d ever had.

Logan kissed her hard for a long time. His cock was still wedged deeply in her pussy. Her inner muscles squeezed his immense shaft repeatedly. Jocelyn came down slowly from exquisite rapture, body trembling even several minutes later.

His mouth slid from her lips to her throat, nibbling the thin flesh along her collarbone until he licked the space below one ear, making her shiver in delight. When he bit down on her lobe, she startled, realizing for the first time that his cock was really hard, and still buried to the hilt inside her limp body. Had he not climaxed?

Jocelyn lifted her head, and took his face between her palms, kissing his mouth gently. “You’re still hard.”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t come yet?”

He paused, staring deeply into her eyes. “No.”

She sucked in a hard breath. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.” She pressed her lips to his mouth, licked her tongue inside trying to capture the peak of the previous interlude. She moved her legs into penetrate mode quickly, stroking her pussy up and down over his cock, hard and fast. Her legs felt like jelly in the aftermath of the recent epic orgasm, but she kept moving. She wanted him to feel as amazingly good as she did.

He stopped her, gripping her hips with his firm hands. “Wait. You don’t have to do anything.”

“But you didn’t come,” she said, feeling like the worst lover ever.

“Not yet. But trust me, I plan to in our next round together.”

“But…I…wanted you to…” Jocelyn didn’t know what to say. She felt like the epitome of every loser lover from her own bad sexual past. Their idea of perfect sex was to kiss a little, squeeze her breasts a few times, and then fuck her only until they soon climaxed with a piglike grunting sound, never caring for a second if she enjoyed the experience or not.

“You wanted me to what?”

“Enjoy it as much as I did.”

He laughed, grabbing her face with both hands, and kissed her lips exuberantly. “Whoever said I didn’t enjoy that? You’re passionate, Jocelyn. You climaxed and the world around us dimmed in deference to you. Trust me, I enjoyed it.”

“This is the first time in my life that I’ve ever climaxed with a man’s cock buried in my pussy,” she admitted quietly. “It was so amazingly good for me.”

“Okay. Great. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. I guess.” But she didn’t even sound convinced to her own ears. Why was she so let down?

“What’s really wrong, Jocelyn?”

“That I’m not good enough in bed to bring you off. That I’m so terrible that you didn’t like it enough to let loose and—”

“Stop right there. That is not the way it is at all. Trust me, I almost lost it when you came like a firecracker on speed and started screaming my name. The first time your pussy squeezed my dick hard and fast I had to clamp down some serious control to deflect my urge to finish.”

“Why? Why would you keep yourself from letting go?”

“It’s that control issue I told you about. I also have command over myself. Doesn’t mean I didn’t like every moment we just spent together.”

“So…you still want to continue?”

“More than you can even imagine. So is it time for round two yet? Because I’ll show you exactly what you do to me, Jocelyn. Trust me, I want to tie you down and fuck you so hard the top of your head will explode with pleasure.”

She laughed. “Okay. Then let’s start round two.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He stood up with her still connected to him. The moment her feet lowered to touch the floor, he pulled his cock from her slowly. He also pulled his jeans and boxers back up, but didn’t fasten them. He turned and pulled both of the cushions off the sofa, propping them at either end.

Beneath them was a sofa bed. He pulled the bedframe and mattress out, flattening the bottom end to make the bed, and smoothing the sheets already in place.

He then approached her. “Are you ready?”

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. She threw her arms around his neck, plastered her mouth over his, and kissed him hard one more time before giving up her control. He kissed her back, but she knew he’d be more forceful once he had total control. She hoped she was ready for this.

“Do you remember what to say to make me stop if I do something you don’t like?”

“Yes. Stagecoach.”

“Right. The thing is, if you say it again, I’m going stop, I promise, but I won’t start again. So don’t say it unless you’re ready to end this for good. Got it?”

Her heart palpitated, but she nodded. “I understand.”

He turned away and reached for something out of sight between the sofa back and the head of the bed.

Truthfully, she was a little excited to experience something new, until he turned back with a set of what looked like leather wrist manacles chained together. In a forceful, commanding tone, he said, “Put these on.”

* * * *

Logan was on only the barest edge of control. Jocelyn had turned into more than just an afternoon’s entertainment. He could already see her as a regular feature in his life. If she lasted through round two, that was. He genuinely hoped she would. Her eyes widened in what looked like utter panic the moment he handed her the leather manacles.

His heart fell when she handed them back to him. But then she said, “Will you help me put them on? I don’t know exactly how they work.”

“Certainly.” The truth was, he
had
to help her put them on anyway. She was a quick study. He unbuckled the strap of one leather fastener, she inserted her wrist compliantly, and he buckled it securely in place. She raised the other arm and didn’t hesitate, show fear, or balk at being cuffed.

“Get into the middle of the bed. Lie on your back. Arms over your head.” He practically salivated as she did exactly what she was told. His cock throbbed with the need to fuck hard, fast, and with finality in his thrusts. He wasn’t lying when he’d told her he’d almost climaxed before. Having her scream his name over and over as her pussy clamped down on his cock had been, in fact, sublime.