I wake and my mouth is dry and tastes metallic. I squeeze my eyes shut in the hope I’ll drift back off so I can avoid the hangover I know will hit me hard. It’s then I realise my hand is on something hot and hard. I open one eye and Cree is staring down at my hand on his chest. I don’t move. He continues to stare, and I don’t think he’s realised I’m awake. I try my hardest to keep my breathing even. He hasn’t shoved my hand away and I reason that this must be a good sign. He carefully lifts his own hand and runs his pointy finger gently over mine. He traces each finger and stares like it’s alien to him. “Tie me up,” he whispers. When I don’t respond, he looks at me. “Tie me up and touch me.”
“Is that a good idea? It might freak you out.”
“Do it. Now.” I sit up and look around for something to tie him up with. “Rope. In my pocket,” he mutters, nodding to his jeans. I find it and kneel on the bed at his side. He rubs his thumb over my bare leg. “I like seeing my shirt on you.” He puts his hands above his head and I tie the rope around his wrists and through the bars of his headboard.
“I really don’t think this is the way,” I mutter.
“Straddle me,” he bosses, and I glare at him. “I’m not gonna do anything, I’m the one tied up.” He smirks. I throw my leg over him. “Right,” he says firmly. “Touch my chest.”
“Why have I tied you up? Is that so you don’t beat the crap outta me?” I ask and he laughs.
“Touch my chest.”
“Are you likely to flip out?” I snap.
“I asked you to tie me up so I don’t pin you down and fuck you. I like control.”
I gasp. “Oh,” I mutter, and then I slowly and lightly place my hand on his chest. He sucks in a breath, and for a second, he looks pained. “Okay?” I ask and he nods a little too fast, making me think this is very far from okay. I place my other hand next to it and he bites on his lip.
“Move them down my stomach.”
“If this is all one big lie to get me to touch you up, then I’m gonna be real pissed,” I joke and he laughs, relaxing a little more under my touch. I lightly trail my hands down his chest and to his stomach.
“Now, under my top,” he instructs. I eye him warily. “You said you wanted to help me, so help me.” I do as he says. His taut stomach clenches under my hands and I try to ignore the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. I reach his tight chest muscles and try to keep my breathing under control. His body is perfect. He’s sculptured like a god.
“I want to see your tattoos,” I say. He nods his head once and closes his eyes as I lift the shirt. The artwork over his skin is amazing and it’s hard to spot a clean patch of skin between the different skulls and such littering his body. I trace my fingers over the intricate designs, and after a few minutes, Cree opens his eyes and watches me. “Does it feel okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” he chokes out, his voice low and full of emotion. “Will you show me?” he asks. When I look confused, he adds, “How to have that sex you like?”
I almost choke. “You want me to show you how to have sex with emotion and meaning?”
He nods his head. “I don’t know, Cree. It’s a little weird.”
“You’re right. Sorry.” He looks lost again, so I mull over his suggestion. I like him. A lot. I didn’t see it until recently, but there’s something about this little lost look he has going on that melts me. The danger is, he’s got heartbreak written all over him, and I’m not sure I’m ready to have my heart smashed.
I press my hands against his chest and lean down until my mouth is inches from his. “You’ve never let a girl tie you up?” I whisper, and he shakes his head. Something about his trust in me breaks down the reservations in my head and I press my lips against his. Our mouths mash together in a slow and sexy dance, and I love the fact that I’m in control of this. I trail the kisses along his jaw and down his neck. I can feel the bulge straining in his jeans and I smile wickedly at him as I take the kisses down his chest. He closes his eyes tight and I wait for him to yell at me to stop, but he doesn’t. I run my tongue over the ripped muscles, licking and nipping as I make my way down. I look up to see he’s watching me again. His hands are now gripping the rope tightly.
I kneel between his legs and pop the button on his jeans. He lifts his ass and I tug them down to his thighs. “You ever let a girl do this?” I ask, releasing his erection. I hold the heavy, thick length in my hand.
“Not for a long time,” he whispers. His eyes burn with fire when I move my hand up and down his shaft. I see the glistening bead of cum and rub my thumb over it. He watches as I pop the digit into my mouth and lick it clean.
“If it’s too much or you want me to stop, just tell me,” I say and he nods his head. I settle between his legs and our eyes connect. I run my tongue up his impressive length and he takes a deep breath. His mouth falls open when I run my tongue around the head before sucking it into my mouth. I force him to the back of my
