Quick & Reckless, page 8
“You like being watched?” Warren asked, his voice a rough and beastly purr as he circled behind her and nipped her shoulder blade. His mouth was right next to her ear. His finger fell to the glass and he pointed. “They’re watching you. Do you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
He bit her shoulder again before pinching the bottom of her right buttock. “Then give them a show, baby.” He slipped a silk tie over her head, but instead of covering her eyes, he drew it down her face and pulled until she parted her lips. He was gagging her! Carefully, he fastened it behind her head. Tight enough that it wouldn’t slip off, but loose enough to not cause any real pain or discomfort. “How’s that feel?”
All she could do was nod and hum. She’d never been gagged before, but something about it, about Warren doing it felt right. He tugged slightly on the end of the tie behind her, forcing her mouth to open wider and her head to tilt back. Their eyes met. “Do you want one over your eyes, too?”
No. She wanted to watch the world below her. Watch others watching her. There was something so freeing about be trussed up and on display. No one knew who she was. No one knew her past, her pain. All they could see was a woman enjoying her sexuality, moving on and discovering a new side of herself, a better side, a reckless and dirty side.
She shook her head and muffled, “No. No blindfold this time, please, sir.”
He chuckled behind her, as if reading her mind. “Very well.” He released her head and she gazed back down at the surrounding buildings.
Another harsh whack landed across both cheeks. What the devil was he using as a weapon? She mewled against the gag. As much as it hurt, it was also starting to feel good, and she found herself wanting to ask for another.
As if reading her mind again, he spoke. “I detached the thin plastic piece that controls the blinds. Makes a pretty good makeshift switch in a pinch, don’t you think?”
Silver nodded. Warren’s hypnotic accent combined with the vodka in her brain and toes made everything meld into a beautiful haze. It all felt good. So damn good.
Three more quick and potent spanks landed across both cheeks again. Followed by warm hands, caressing and massaging away the last traces of pain, until nothing but heat and desire flowed through her. She groaned from the divine sensation, pushing her hips back into his palms.
“So greedy,” he hummed. “Tell me, what’s turning you on the most right now? The exhibitionism of being naked in front of the window, seconds away from orgasm? Being bound? Being gagged? The spanking? The deprivation? I know how badly you need to come, Silver. Your thighs are dripping.”
She glanced at his reflection in the window. Their eyes met. “That it’s you doing it,” she whispered through the gag. She wasn’t going to lie to him. It was the truth. Being with Warren turned her on more than anything else ever had. And he deserved to know.
Even in the distortion of his reflection, she saw the fire ignite in his eyes. And then before she knew it, he’d dropped to his knees, and his mouth was on her clit from behind. It was only seconds until the orgasm burst free, knocking the wind out of her and setting her whole body aflame. Saliva pooled in her mouth and ran down her chin from the gag as she writhed and strained against the ties and Warren’s mouth. He slipped a finger into her anus and pushed. She exploded again, another orgasm, this one coming out of left field and tossing her off a cliff she didn’t even know she’d climbed. She shut her eyes and bowed her back, pressing her tight, sensitive nipples against the cold, unforgiving glass. Only this time, it was a cool balm to soothe the heat that raged through her body.
When the pleasure finally subsided, Silver’s head slumped forward, hitting the window. She kept her eyes shut, allowing the booze in her body and the climax to mix and mingle and work its magic, lulling her into a blissful state of euphoria. Her arms ached, and her legs were boneless, but none of that mattered. Silver felt amazing.
It hardly resonated with her when his mouth and fingers left her. She heard the tap in the kitchenette run for a moment, and then his hands were on her wrists, untying her. Both arms tingled as they fell to her sides, blood flooding back down to her fingers. He released her ankles as well and helped her stand up properly. Her brain was even fuzzier than before. She was drunk on orgasms now, not just vodka. Drunk on orgasms and Warren.
Warren spun her around and devoured her. His mouth took. He took. Demanded. She acquiesced without hesitation, letting him in, meeting his tongue thrust for thrust, spin for spin. She gave. Willingly.
His arms wrapped around her back, drawing her hands out from around his waist and securing them at the small of her back. Binding her, yet again. She loved the way he took control, the way he molded her body as he saw fit. His force and strength stirred the flames that were dancing deep in her belly. She kissed him back just as hard, just as needy, exploring the recesses of his mouth with her tongue, biting or sucking his lip when she could. But he even took the lead with his kisses, and like a good little submissive partner, she just followed along.
Suddenly, she found herself spun back around again, his front to her back. He pressed his erection into the crevice of her ass, and she pushed back into him, moaning from how hard he was, how right he felt, even with the cotton of his sweatpants between them. He pushed her over to the couch and forced her face-down into the cushions. Finally, he released her hands, allowing her to balance herself more comfortably than with just her cheek. She saw him push his pants down out of the corner of her eye. He quickly sheathed himself with a condom from his pocket. His hands fell to her hips; he notched himself at her center and drove home.
“Fuck, yes,” Warren groaned. “Yessssss.”
Silver mimicked his groan. God, he felt good. Right.
Her head was swimming. Everything felt so good. Her ass still stung from his switch, her wrists were tender from the robe belts, and her pussy and clit hummed from past orgasms. Not to mention the booze and the fact that she’d just been punished in front of God only knows who. Feeling on top of the world, she wanted to stay there for as long as she could.
Her hips thrust back into Warren as she clenched her pussy around him, loving the feeling of him hitting her deep, grazing her walls. She was already close again. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel even better and knew only Warren could do that.
“Fuck my ass,” she said between groans. “Please.”
His growl made her nipples tighten. She reached up with one hand to knead her breast, relieving the heavy weight of it as it hung beneath her.
Gently, he pushed a finger back into her ass. She nearly came on the spot again. He pushed a second. She had to bite her cheek to keep from coming. He went for a third, and that’s when she gasped from the stretching, from the pain.
“Fuck, angel, you’re too tight,” he said with another grunt. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take me.”
It was true. Warren was big. Way bigger than Trent, and possibly any other man she’d been with. But did that mean he wouldn’t even try? She wanted him to try. She wanted to feel a man there, feel Warren. He’d torn down all her walls, introduced her to new ways of pleasure. She wasn’t ready to stop the journey now.
“Please,” she pleaded.
Another groan as he continued to hammer into her with long, measured thrusts. “I won’t hurt you. I can’t.”
“It’s fine. I can take it.”
Suddenly, he slipped out. Seconds later, he was back, and the sound of a cap flicking open filled her ears. Cool, silky liquid poured down the crease of her ass. She shivered but didn’t hate the sensation. His fingers moved around her, lubricating her anus. Two fingers pushed in again, this time with even more ease than before, followed by a third. It still hurt, it still stretched, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as before.
“You’re fucking tight, Silver.”
“Please … sir.”
Another surly, primitive growl. “Do exactly as I say. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Relax. Breathe. Push out as I’m pushing in.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
“Don’t clench.”
“Okay.”
“Get ready, angel.”
Silver’s jaw tightened, and she dug her fingers into the couch. “Okay.”
Slowly, Warren began to push. Silver’s body screamed at her in rebellion. Her muscles burned. He was too big. She was too tight. They wouldn’t fit. He was right. Sadness filled her as she fought back the urge to scream and tell him to stop.
“Relax,” he cooed. “Unclench everything. You’re too fucking tight.”
“Warren … ”
“Relax now, Silver. Otherwise I’ll pull out. You’re too tight.”
“Warren … ” She was about ready to ask him to pull out when a big, hard hand landed square on her right butt cheek.
“I said relax.” He grunted, pausing his movements. “Push. Out.”
Damn it. Maybe she was too drunk for this.
“Push out.”
What did he mean by push out?”
“Try to push me out of your ass.”
Oh.
Damn, she was drunk.
She did as she was told and pushed out. It still hurt, but not nearly as much. He slipped past the first ring of muscle and let out a loud sigh behind her. “Good girl.” His praise warmed her insides. “You okay?”
“Mhmm.”
He continued to push, sliding in easier. Then suddenly, things started to feel good. A hand came down around her waist. She was swollen and wet. Despite the discomfort from earlier, her body was still turned on and ready to be tossed off the cliff once again.
“Good girl,” he murmured next to her ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
His movements were slow and precise as he continued to wedge his way inside her. His fingers ran rough circles on her clit, easing the discomfort and stretching going on elsewhere.
“Almost in,” he grunted, giving one final shove. “Fuck.”
“Oh God.”
“Fuck, angel. So tight. You okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
“Won’t last long.”
“Me either.”
His hips began to move behind her, pushing deeper and deeper into her body, where no man had ever been before. Taking, claiming, making it his. She was lost in the moment, lost in the fantasy, the forbidden.
“God, baby, you’re pouring out over my fingers.” He brought his hand up to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
She hesitated.
“Different fingers than the ones I had in your ass. Other hand,” he murmured.
Damn, he was always in her head. Always knew exactly what she was thinking. Before she could respond, he shoved two fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
She sucked. “That’s right, angel. Pretend it’s my cock.” He pushed harder into her before removing his fingers and dipping them back down to her pussy. “My turn.” Then he brought his fingers to his own mouth and sucked. The act was so erotic, so dirty, so Warren, that she squeezed her eyes shut and gave over to the pleasure.
His fingers immediately went back to her clit and tugged, drawing out the orgasm and making it seep and wend its way into every fiber of her body. Of her soul. Warren stilled behind her, let out a grunt in her ear, followed by a “holy fuck,” and then just held her in place. She felt everything. Even more than if he had been in her pussy. Every throb, every spurt, as he came inside her.
When the orgasm finally released its death grip on her, Silver slumped forward onto the couch. Her eyes remained shut. Warren slipped out and pulled his hand free. Some distant sounds like a tap running filtered through her mind, but she couldn’t quite make heads or tails where they came from. Moments later he returned, and a warm, wet cloth swept between her legs. Then big, muscular arms scooped her up, and she found herself in bed.
His hands brushed the hair off her face. “You okay?” he asked.
Her lids fluttered open. His face held so much concern and care that she had to engage every available ounce of self-control inside her not to burst into drunken tears. No man besides her father had ever looked at her with such concern, such … love.
But the alcohol- and orgasm-induced exhaustion wouldn’t allow her to do any more than smile. She reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’m great.”
“I didn’t hurt you too much?”
She shook her head. Sleep was calling her hard, drowning out all other thoughts. “No. I’m okay. I came, didn’t I?”
His face split into a big smile and he chuckled softly, cupping her cheek in return. “You did. I was surprised.”
Silver couldn’t fight it anymore and closed her eyes, followed by a yawn. “It’s all you.”
He released her cheek and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep, Silver.”
She rolled over, pulling the covers up to her chin. “Okay.”
The next morning, Silver woke to a muscular arm wrapped around her waist and warm breath on her neck. The amount of light outside peeking around the drapes said that it was well into morning, well into the day that Warren was flying home. She shut her eyes again and prayed she didn’t have a hangover. Her brain wasn’t fuzzy, and so far, she didn’t have a headache, but she was also still horizontal and hadn’t attempted to move. Her head and guts could have an entirely different idea once she needed to sit up.
Memories of last night flooded her. He’d spanked her. Spanked her good. And she’d fucking loved it. Shifting herself on the bed, she felt a slight tingle run up her butt cheeks as they grazed the hair on the tops of Warren’s thighs—a nice reminder of their time together. Opening her eyes again, she brought her arm out in front of her and examined it. Pouting, she made a cuff around her right wrist with her left thumb and forefinger. The terrycloth hadn’t left a mark, unfortunately.
“Want me to mark you?” grumbled a sexy accent behind her. Teeth nipped her shoulder, making her moan and press her backside into him.
“Is it weird if I say yes?”
His growl stirred flames deep in her belly until heat spread out through her body. “Not at all, angel. I’d love to mark you. Leave you something to remember me by for a bit.”
In the blink of an eye, she found herself on her back, Warren hovering above her. “You going to be all right when I go?” he asked. Concern colored his tone, and the level of care in his beautiful cobalt eyes confused the hell out of her. “What are your plans?”
She spread her legs so he could settle between them. “I’m going to move out of the apartment, put all my stuff at my dad’s and then take off to his cottage on Siriano Island for the summer. Normally we rent it out when we’re not using it, but he’s having a new roof, garage and deck put on this summer, so he’s not renting until September. I’d be alone and able to oversee the renos for my dad.”
“Sounds like a good plan. What’ll you do? Write your memoirs?” He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against hers.
“Pot actually.”
His head sprung up from where he’d been ogling her breasts. “You guys grow weed?”
She chuckled. It was always fun to tell people she “did pot” and see their reaction. “Pottery. I have a wheel, and there are several studios on the island. That’s where I learned. Took a class one summer as a kid and been an addict ever since. I’m still really close with the guy who taught me. I might be able to help him out in the studio over the summer. He’s like an uncle to me.”
Warren’s teeth found her neck. “Make me a bowl for my keys. I’ll pick it up next time I’m here. I’ll bring you some Vegemite in return.”
Silver’s breath caught in her throat, and not just because his hand had made its way between her legs and his tongue was dancing up the side of her neck.
Next time?
“That’s if you’ll see me again when I’m back.” He propped himself up and gazed back down at her. “I may not be back for a while, maybe a year or so. But could I call you? If you’re still single, though I doubt you will be.”
Silver’s heart was beating a million miles a minute. If it hadn’t been for Warren and this weekend, she’d been considering writing off men entirely.
His eyes grew fierce and full of need. “I’d like to see you again.”
“A bowl, eh?” she asked, desperate not to read into the moment too much. “Any particular color?”
His mouth hovered just over hers. “My new favorite color is Silver.”
Chapter eight
Warren
One year later …
“Ladies and gentlemen, please adjust your seats in their upright position, fasten your seat belts and turn off all electronic devices. We’re roughly thirty minutes away from landing at Vancouver International Airport. On behalf of Pacific Wave Airlines, we’d like to thank you for flying with us and hope you enjoyed your flight.”
Warren tore his earbuds out of his ears and sat up in his seat, adjusting it and putting the tray back in place. He let out a loud huff, glancing out his window. He was glad to be returning to Canada, to Vancouver. He’d never gone this long without visiting his mum. Not even when he went to college in Melbourne and she still lived in Sydney. Even then he made a point of getting home at least every three months. But a full year, never.
He shook his head and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He’d slept nearly the entire flight, and boy, had he needed it. He hadn’t slept that long or hard in months. Work, or more like his brother, Gavin, was a demanding fucker. Especially now that Gavin was a dad and sleep-deprived himself. So Warren had picked up the slack, and now he, too, was sleep-deprived. He needed this vacation. Needed to get away and decompress. But a wedding … were weddings relaxing? Let alone his mother’s wedding?
