Pucking Wild: A Reverse Age Gap Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 2)
Pucking Wild: Chapter 55

Jake and Caleb got a ride home with Doc from the practice arena, meaning I’m alone in the truck with Mars as he drives me back to the bungalow. I’ve never been alone with Mars before. It’s weird. What do you say to a guy who doesn’t talk? I sit in the passenger seat, gazing out the window as the palm trees pass by overhead.

“So uhh…how do you like living in Florida,” I say, trying to break the silence.

“It’s too hot,” he replies, his eyes locked on the road.

“Yeah, it’s hot near the equator,” I mumble, feeling like an epic douche. “I mean, not that we’re that close to the equator here. But like, closer than Finland or—”

“Langley?”

“Hmm?” I say, glancing over at him.

“You don’t have to fill the silence.”

“The awkward silence,” I say under my breath.

“Silence doesn’t have to be awkward. You Americans all think all silence must be an awkward silence. But two people can sit, not speaking, and simply enjoy each other’s company.”

I raise a brow at him. “You enjoy my company?”

He just shrugs, still not looking at me.

“That’s glowing praise coming from you,” I say with a smirk. “You’re gonna make me blush over here.”

The corner of his mouth tips up and, goddamn it, I feel like a puppy wagging his tail. I don’t know why I so desperately want his validation, but I do.

“So, is that what you and Jake do together?” I tease. “You’re telling me you sit in silence with him? That’s like, a thing he does?”

“I don’t discuss my partners or our life together,” he replies.

Well, shit. Now I feel like a puppy who’s just been wapped on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper.

“I know people are curious about us,” he says more gently. “But there’s no reason to be. We’re just four people living our lives. We’ve chosen to live them together. Who we are to each other, and how we live, is no one’s business but our own.”

“Well, and Tess’s,” I tease. “Seeing as you entertain her in your bed. What’s the deal with you two?” I add, glancing his way again.

That earns me a glance back. “Who?”

“You and Tess. Is it a friends thing? A coworkers thing?”

His mouth sets in a firm line. “Are you threatened by me, Langley?”

It’s my turn to shrug. “I think any man with two cents worth of sense would feel threatened by you—as an athlete, as a man, likely as a lover. I’ve seen the heat you pack,” I add. “I bet you keep your partners well satisfied.”

“I’ve heard no complaints,” he replies.

“And Tess?” I say again.

“She is my wife’s closest friend, which must make her my friend. I will care for her and protect her as I would Rachel.”

“But you don’t…with Tess, you’ve never…”

“The only woman I have been with in the last four years is my wife,” he admits.

“But…you’ve only been with Doc for like half a year,” I reply. “So, you—oooh,” I say, eyes wide. “You were celibate for three freaking years? How…why? Mars, you could have anyone you want. You’re like Jason Momoa-level hot. You could literally have anyone.”

“I’m picky,” he says with a shrug.

His confession doesn’t surprise me. “Yeah, I am too, actually,” I admit. “How did you know Doc was the one?”

He turns, glaring at me. “Did I not just say I don’t discuss my partners? I spoke English, yes?”

I huff. “Jeez, it was just a question. Could you not just person with me for like three minutes? I promise, I’ll jump out while the truck is still moving if it’ll make you feel better.”

Then he shocks the hell out of me by laughing. It’s deep and baritone, coming from his chest. His shoulders shake with it.

“What’s so funny?” I say, eyes wide.

“Rakas said something similar to me once,” he says. “On the plane. She threatened to jump out the side without a parachute.”

I smirk. I can practically hear Doc’s voice saying the words. “So, how did you know she’s the one?” I ask again.

He considers for a moment. “It was her eyes,” he says at last. “She doesn’t look, she sees. From the first moment we met, she saw me. She saw what I was hiding, she saw what I needed. She sees me.”

I nod, my mind wandering to Tess. I think of the way she is when all her defenses are down—when she’s naked in my arms, or right on the edge of sleep. I think of our natural give and take, the easy flow of our conversations, the comfort of our silences.

“How did you know Tess was the one?” he asks, breaking my concentration.

I go still, heart racing. “Umm…I don’t—I never said—”

“Relax,” he says with a soft chuckle. “She’s not here, Langley. It’s just me.”

“What makes you think I think she’s the one?” I parry, glancing his way.

He glares at me. “Just answer the question.”

He already knows half my secrets, why not know this one too? “It was her laugh,” I admit. “That’s what hooked me at first. And then I saw her face, and I watched the sound come out of her mouth. She was standing in the surf, the ocean a bright blue behind her. She wore those big sunglasses and the red bikini…” I sigh, rubbing my chest. “She laughs with her whole body.”

“I’ve noticed,” Mars replies.

“She doesn’t laugh enough,” I add.

“Then you must give her more reasons to do so,” he replies, his tone solemn.

He makes the last turn onto Harbor Way, stopping outside the drive for unit 1006. His unit. I’m squatting in his house, and I never even asked.

“Hey man, about the house,” I say, unbuckling my seatbelt and turning his way.

“Don’t,” he says, raising a hand.

“But I never asked you—”

“Stay as long as you need,” he replies. “Stay for Tess. Stay for yourself. Go make her laugh.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why are you so okay with all this? Barely a week ago, you were warning me away from her. Now, you’re telling me I can keep crashing in your pad and chasing after her. Why?”

He jerks the truck into park and glances my way. “Because life is short, Ryan. Life is beautiful and short, and you only get one. Live it on purpose.”

I make my way into the bungalow through the unlocked front door, and I’m instantly greeted by the sound of the blasting sound system. Dua Lipa’s “Pretty Please” is playing, and I can’t contain my smile.

“Hey,” I call out, slipping my shoes off. “Tess?”

At that moment, the blender strikes up, adding to the chaos. I step around the corner and stop, heart swelling tight in my chest. Tess is wearing a pair of cheeky black undies and a baby pink bra, her hair down. Those auburn curls bounce around her shoulders as she dances to the beat, hips swaying. She’s got a wine glass full of crushed ice in one hand, the finger of her other hand pulsing the blender in time with the music.

I lean against the wall, arms crossed as I watch her bounce on her tiptoes, singing off key. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Mars’s parting words echo in my mind. Life is beautiful. Life is short. Live it on purpose.

Stepping forward, I cross the kitchen towards her, shucking my shirt as I go. She sees my reflection in the microwave and gasps, spinning around.

“Ry, you scared me—”

I silence her protest with my mouth, wrapping her in my arms as we kiss. She sucks in a breath against my lips, letting out a little squeak that turns into a moan as she sinks against me. The wine glass full of crushed ice brushes against my shoulder and I hiss, flinching away. My body is on fire for her, and the chill of the glass is so cold.

“Oh—sorry,” she says with a bubbly laugh, setting the glass down behind her.

It gives me an idea. With a grin, I fish my fingers inside the glass pulling out a piece of ice. She watches, eyes wide, as I pop it in my mouth.

“Oh, sweet puppy, what are you doing?” she teases, her hands brushing over my bare chest.

The heat in her eyes is fueling my fire. My dick twitches as I suck on the ice, letting it chill my tongue. I grab her face, my fingers firm on her jaw as I tip her head back, my intention clear.

She grips my shoulders as she parts her lips, her eyes lost to lust.

Leaning my face closer to hers, I dribble some of the icy water into her open mouth. She gasps, closing her lips as she swallows, some of the water dripping down her chin. I chase the water with another kiss, burying my tongue in her mouth. Hers is so warm and mine is cooled by the ice. It doesn’t last long before my mouth is just as hot as hers and we’re pawing at each other, desperate for more.

I shove her up against the counter, my fingers digging back inside the top of her glass. “Take your bra off.”

She doesn’t hesitate, jerking the straps off her shoulders to let her beautiful breasts hang loose and free. The freckled skin of her chest is flushed pink, as are her cheeks. I look down, loving the way her nipples are peaked and needy, waiting for me.

The ice drips in my hand as I lift it up, letting a few droplets fall onto her breast. I repeat the motion on the other side, cupping her with my icy palm.

“Oh god,” she cries out, arching into me as her skin pebbles over with goosebumps.

Once again, I chase the cold with heat, covering her nipple with my mouth, sucking the icy water off her skin. She tastes like heaven.

Her hands dig into my hair, pulling me back as she searches my face. Her dance music still pulses all around us. “What happened to you today?” she says, her tone gentle, curious.

“Life is short, Tess. Wanna live a little with me?”

She smiles, her eyes twinkling. “You spoke to Mars.”

“Yeah, can we not talk about him while we’re half naked?”

“Are you jealous of Mars, sweet puppy?” she teases, her hands roving. “Are you worried I’ll leave you for his surly sourpuss glares and his steamed salmon dinners?”

I cup her ass, pulling her against me so she feels how much I want her. “Never,” I reply, knowing it’s the truth. Mars isn’t my competition. I have no competition because Tess isn’t a game or a prize to be won. She said it herself the night we danced at the Price wedding. If she wanted to be anywhere else, she would be. She wants to be here. She wants to be with me.

The thought burns in my chest, fanning the flames of my need for her. “I like being your sweet puppy,” I admit, my hands slipping behind her back to work loose the clasp of her bra. “I like when you pet my hair and fetch me water and get me berries for my morning oatmeal.” The bra comes loose, and I drop it to the floor. “I spend so much of my life taking care of everything and everyone else. So, I like being sweet, and I like when you’re sweet to me.”

She smiles, her hand cupping my cheek. “I like being sweet to you.”

I turn into her hand, kissing her palm. But then I grab her wrist tight, jerking her hand down as I step in, my hips pressing hers into the counter.

She gasps, looking up at me, our naked chests pressed together, hearts beating fast.

“But I am not just sweet.” I cup her breasts as I lean in, nipping her bottom lip.

“Ryan—”

“I can be gentle, and I can do as I’m told…but I like control too.” I fist her hair, jerking her head back.

She hisses, letting me do it, a sexy smile pursing her lips as she gazes up at me, her eyes dancing with excitement. “I know you do,” she says, her hands flat on my chest.

“I want you to know me, Tess. I want you to know all of me. Life is too short to settle for anything less than everything. You deserve to have everything you want, but I do too.”

“And what do you want?” she whispers.

I smile down at her, my hand loosening in her hair. “In this moment?”

She nods.

“I want to lay you out on the bed, tie your hands to the headboard, and fuck you in the ass ‘til you scream.”

“Ryan,” she whimpers, her gaze molten as she literally melts into me.

“I want you,” I say, dropping my mouth to hers. “Tess, I want you,” I say again, my lips pressed against hers. “Please, say yes. Please, let me have you.”

She clings to my hips, her body leaning against mine. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the loud party music. “Ryan, yes. Take me. I’m yours. Any hole. Ryan, I’m yours—”

I silence her with a kiss, demanding entrance with tongue and lips, claiming her mouth. The heated press of our kisses helps the fire spread as our hands move. Everywhere she touches me gives me a shock of pleasure. It warms and crackles like electricity, racing across my skin.

I drop my hands to her hips. “Jump.”

She gasps, leaning away. “Ry—what—”

“You heard me,” I say. Grabbing two fistfuls of her ass, I pull on her, lifting her off the floor.

She shrieks, pressing up with her toes just enough that I hitch my arms around her thighs, pressing her pussy against my erection.

“Hold on,” I say, spinning around and carrying her out of the kitchen.

“My margarita,” she squeals, laughter caught in her throat as I use her body to shove open her bedroom door.

I walk straight across the room and drop her down on the end of the bed. She shrieks again, her hair flopping around her face in a mess of curls as she drops back to her elbows. I swoop down, kissing both her breasts before I claim her lips. “I’ll make you a thousand margaritas once we’re done,” I vow.

She laughs again, her hands brushing over my shoulders and down my arms.

I pull away and she pouts, reaching for me.

“Get those panties off and crawl up the bed,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”

Not waiting for her response, I hurry across the hallway into my dark bedroom and snatch up a bag from the top drawer of my dresser. I grab the lube from the side table and hurry back across the hall to replace her naked in the middle of the bed, legs spread, fingering her own clit.

I go still, watching her play. Her chest is flushed a deeper pink, her cheeks too. “Like what you see, puppy?” she teases.

I groan, dropping the bag onto the end of the bed. “I’m not puppy tonight.”

She dips two fingers inside her pussy, giving them a little twist that has her biting her bottom lip like a red-haired siren. “Who are you then?”

Reaching into the black shopping bag, I pull out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs.

She gasps, dropping her hand away from her clit as she sits up. “Ryan, tell me you didn’t go to a sex shop with Mars Price today!”

I blink. “What—no,” I cry. “No, I bought these online. You think I would brave a sex shop without you, are you kidding?”

She crawls down to the end of the bed, taking the handcuffs from me, eyes wide. “These are so cute, I wanna die,” she coos, rubbing the pink fur against her cheek. “Ohmygosh, they’re so soft—”

I snatch them out of her hand with a glare. “They’re not supposed to be cute. They’re handcuffs, Tess. This is serious.”

She smirks. “Then why didn’t you get like, black leather, or just plain metal?”

I pout, feeling a little defeated as I glance down at them. “I didn’t want them to hurt you.” Her breath catches and I look up to see tears spring to her eyes. I reach for her, my hand brushing her cheek. “Tess, what—”

But she shakes her head, moving away from my hand with a soft laugh. “Nope, I’m fine. Ryan, you’re so sweet.” She pulls me in, one hand brushing over mine on the cuffs as she cups the back of my neck with the other and pulls me down for a kiss. “You’re so good to me,” she whispers against my lips. “Good for me.”

I smile, heart racing as she lets her walls down.

“I want you to fuck me,” she commands. “Put those pink cuffs on me and tear me apart.”

I pull away, glancing from her to the bag. “I—there’s more,” I admit.

She snatches up the bag, the plastic rustling as she pulls out a looped length of simple black rope. “Ohmygod, what the fuck are you gonna do with this?” she whispers, gazing up at me.

I shrug, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I thought…maybe I might, like, loop it through the cuffs…and then loop it through the eye hook on the bed frame to sort of…tie you down…or something like that,” I finish lamely.

Exactly like that. I want to tie her down. Don’t make me explain why, but my dick is literally ready to explode at the very idea. Looking at her holding the rope? I’m already dead.

“What eye hook?” she says, glancing over her shoulder.

I huff. “Babe, I’m pretty sure this is a sex bed.”

“What?” she cries, her gaze darting back to me.

“Yeah, there are eye hooks all along the base for tying someone up. You never noticed?”

“Ohmygod,” she shrieks again. Tossing the rope down onto the bed, she scrambles over to the side and drops down, bare ass in the air, inspecting the thick wooden frame of the bed. “Are you kidding me?” comes her muffled cry. “How did you replace these?”

“I dropped my phone the other night while we were watching TV in here,” I reply. “Had to sorta crawl under to get it. Remember?”

“And you didn’t say anything then?” she cries. “Ohmygod, the hooks go all the way around!”

I stifle a laugh. “You really didn’t know you were sleeping in Mars Price’s rope sex bed?”

She sits upright, her curls a mess as she flops down onto her butt. “Those kinky fuckers. Rachel has never said a word about rope play!”

My eyes go wide. “Wait—you talk to her about that stuff? Like, you talk to her about sex? Will you talk to her about this?”

She laughs. “This part, yeah. I won’t rest until I throw Mars’s rope bunny sex bed in her face the next time I see her.”

“Hey, babe?” I pick up the rope off the end of the bed.

She glances back at me. “Yeah?”

“Can we stop talking about them now?”

She smiles and nods.

“Good, ‘cause I really wanna fuck you in this rope sex bed. Is that cool with you?”

She giggles, her cheeks flushing a brighter pink as she crawls over to me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. “It’s so cool with me,” she teases. “I want you, Ryan.” She kisses me with those pouty lips, playful and light, even as her words are anything but. “I want you to fuck me.” Kiss. “Take my ass and bury your cock in me.” Kiss. “And tie me up, Daddy. Stretch me out—”

“I don’t like Daddy,” I say, leaning away with a frown.

She grins, dropping her hand to cup my hard erection. “Can I call you ‘sir’ again? Or maybe master? My lord?”

I raise a brow at her, still frowning. “I’m not into role play where I’m a knight and you’re a princess in a tower. So, you can drop the ‘my lord’ crap.”

“Sir it is then,” she replies, her hand still smoothing up and down my hard dick over my pants. “Take me, sir. Tie me up and fuck me. Fill my ass with your cum.”

“Are you gonna be my good girl?” My free hand smooths down her arm to grip her wrist. “Will you do as you’re told?”

She nods, biting that bottom lip. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything you say.”

I groan. Her submission hits like a jolt to the dick. “Fuck, you are so much trouble.”

She leans forward, licking my nipple with a flick of her tongue. I gasp, jerking back and she just laughs, the sound soft and sweet. Gripping her wrist, I lift the furry pink cuff and latch it on, clicking it shut.

“Is it weird that I’m nervous,” she admits, her gaze earnest as she looks up at me. “I can’t remember the last time I felt nervous during sex.”

I gently lift her other wrist, closing the cuff around it. Then I lean down and kiss her lips. “Pick a safe word.”

She smiles, looking up at me, her hands bound by the pink, fuzzy cuffs. “A safe word?”

I nod. “Say it, and everything stops.”

She thinks for a moment, her smile spreading. “Hmm…Bowser,” she says at last.

I laugh. “Fuck, seriously? Your safe word for handcuffed, tied down anal sex is gonna be Bowser?”

She laughs too. “Yours is still Yoshi, right? I just want us to match.”

“Fine,” I say, giving her ass a swat. “Go pick your favorite dildo and bring it to me.”

She slips off the bed, a bounce in her step as she reaches for her bag of tricks and pulls out a bright pink dildo. “It matches the cuffs,” she teases, handing it to me.

I kiss her again, tossing it down to the bed. I pick up the rope instead, unwinding the end. “Do you trust me, Tess?”

She glances up at me, eyes wide. Slowly, she nods, her smile spreading.

I smile too. “Gimme your hands.”

She holds them out, looking up at me with such earnest excitement.

I slip the rope through the middle ring of the cuffs and loop it through, handing her the small coil. “Get on the bed,” I command, “Lie on your back, hands above your head.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, tipping up on her toes to kiss my chin. Then she’s turning around and dropping onto the bed, crawling up to the head with her round ass in my face. Once she reaches the middle, she flips to her back, stretching out like a cat with her arms above her head, the furry cuffs holding her wrists together.

She peers down her body at me, parting her legs again.

I don’t even bother shucking my pants. I’m not ready for that yet. I just step around the side of the bed, bending over her to kiss her lips as I take the rope from her hands. I have to climb on with one knee, taking the double loop of rope and pulling it through the eye hook drilled into the middle of the frame. Feeding the rope ends through, I pull them tight, giving her arms a little stretch that has her gasping, back arching. “Too much?”

“Not enough,” she replies, her voice breathless.

I leave the rope tied off, keeping her arms in place, as I crawl onto the bed, moving myself in between her spread legs. She shifts her hips wide, opening herself to me, her head tipped back as she waits for the moment we connect.

Her pink pussy lips are parted, glistening with her arousal. A little lower, I see the darker pink of her asshole. I groan, desperate for this view once I’m filling both her holes. But I know I won’t get it. I have to appreciate it now.

I drop down to my elbows and seal my mouth onto her pussy. That first taste has me feeling out of control. I work her with my lips and tongue, humming against her clit, winding her up, flicking that little bud until she’s squirming underneath me.

“Oh god,” she cries, her legs clasping around my head. The handcuffs rattle as she changes her position, gripping the rope.

I smooth my hands down her thighs, willing her body to relax as I keep eating her out. I let my fingers play too, getting them wet by dipping them in her entrance. With my mouth sucking her clit, I trail a finger down, circling the rosy bud of her asshole. She tenses again, panting as I rim her with my finger, pressing the tip gently in.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “That feels amazing. I’m gonna—”

I lift my mouth away, blowing air on her clit through pursed lips. She shivers, moaning as her legs fall open. I sink my finger in deeper, stretching her out. “You like this?” I drop my mouth lower to tease her pussy. I flick with my tongue, sinking it into the wet heat of her opening, my finger pressing deeper into her ass.

“Yes,” she cries, her hips moving against my mouth.

“Yes, what?” I tease.

“Yes, sir,” she pants. “I want more. Baby, please, fuck me. Please, Ryan—sir—I need it.”

Begging Tess is now one of my new favorite sounds. Laughing Tess makes my heart stop, but Begging Tess makes me fucking feral. I work a second finger inside her ass, dropping spit down onto my fingers to ease their passage in and out. I suck and tease her clit again, letting go of the rope to grasp blindly for the bright pink dildo.

My hand closes around it and I prod her pussy with the tip. She cries out, turned on by my three-way claiming—mouth on her clit, dildo in her pussy, fingers in her ass. I work the toy in nice and slow, giving it a little twist, working it in rhythm with my fingers.

Her thighs tremble, a whimper her only sound as she pulls on the rope, whimpering when she can’t get her hands loose. “I wanna touch you,” she whines. “Baby, please—”

“Lie back and take it,” I say, giving the pink toy a little slap.

She gasps, clenching around it.

I press the toy all the way in, sucking hard on her clit, curling my fingers up and in.

She tips her head back and screams. “Yes—yes—ohmygooood—Ryan—”

I pump the dildo twice more and she shrieks, her thighs clamping around my face, her body bowing off the bed as she comes. I feel the flutter of it as her hole clenches tighter around my fingers. I groan, my dick leaking precum into my boxers as I shift my weight, trying to give it some goddamn relief.

“So good,” she whimpers, the cuffs rattling as she relaxes. “That was perfect.” She’s breathless, chest heaving as she laughs, breasts jiggling.

I pull my fingers slowly out of her ass, leaving the dildo pressed up inside her. Crawling up between her legs, I fold myself over her, teasing her nipples with my teeth and tongue. She sighs with contentment, arching into me, flexing against the rope’s hold on her.

I pop off her tit and smile, loving the look of bliss on her face. “Turn over, baby. We’re not done yet.” I give her hip a little slap as I lean back, giving her room.

With a whimper, she does as she’s told. I help guide her legs as she gets on all fours, her cuffed hands pressed flat to the mattress. Seeing her like this, bound and dripping for me…I’m already so fucking turned on. I don’t know how I’ll last once I get inside her.

I’ve only done anal once before. I’m nervous too, but I won’t tell her that. Sex with her is so fun. Exploring what I like is fun too. I want this. I want to feel confident and in charge. I want this control. I want to take her just like this, claiming all her pretty pink holes.

Reaching between her legs, I give the dildo a wiggle. She hums, shifting her hips, letting me sink it in a little deeper. “Do you want me in this ass?” I murmur, my hand smoothing over her rounded cheek.

“Yes, sir,” she replies, glancing over her shoulder at me, flashing me a look at those pretty forest green eyes. “You’ll have to take your pants off first,” she teases.

I mutter a curse, slipping off the end of the bed to finally lose my athletic pants. I snatch up the small bottle of lube, squirting some in my hand. I wrap my slick hand around my dick and groan, my eyes locked on the vision of Tess ready and waiting for me on the bed. She glances over her shoulder again, watching me fuck my own hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” she says. “So powerful.”

Her words of affirmation kill me. I want her to keep going, even as I need her to stop. I take a deep breath, letting it out as I climb back on the bed and inch towards her.

“Are you sure your knee can take the strain—ah—” She squeals as I give her ass a smack.

“No talking about my knee when I’m lubed up and about to fuck your ass,” I command.

“Yes, sir,” she replies. And then, because she’s my she-devil, she gives those hips a little sway for me.

I groan, crawling in behind her, both hands smoothing up her thighs and over her hips. “Are you ready for me, baby? You want to take two dicks at once?”

She nods. “I’m ready. Take me, Ryan.”

I grab her hips, giving her a little tug towards me.

She gasps, her arms stretched taut by the tied cuffs. “Oh god—”

“Who am I?” I challenge, swatting her ass again.

“You’re my sir,” she says as I smooth my palm over her skin. “You’re mine. Take me—ah—”

I tug her hips again. “You’re terrible at bottoming,” I tease. “Stop telling me what to do, Tess.”

“Yes, sir,” she replies, her tone laced with mirth.

Yeah, we both know she’ll be bossing me again any minute.

Holding her hip steady with my left hand, I grip my lubed dick with my right, guiding it towards her tight little hole. A flash of the bright pink dildo is visible between her thighs. I’m already aching, anticipating the tight fit. “Tell me if I hurt you,” I say, my hand soft on her hip. “You have your safe word?”

“Ryan?”

“Hmm?”

“Fuck my ass…please…sir.”

We both laugh and then I’m pressing in, working the tip past her tight ring of muscle.

“Mmm…slow.” Her body is fighting it at first. “Slow and easy,” she instructs. “Wait ’til I relax a little—there,” she says on a soft sigh. “Now.”

I tease the tip, lubing her hole as I work my way in. “Like that?” I whisper.

“Yeah…feels good,” she pants, moving her hips against me, ready to take more.

It’s a sight to behold, watching my hard length sink inside her. I love this angle. I love seeing her stretched out for me, her hands gripping to the rope in their fuzzy pink cuffs. Fuck, this woman is so fucking perfect for me—adventurous and dominant, caring, thoughtful.

“Ooooh, Ryan,” she cries, moving her hips as I sink in deeper. “Yes—baby, please—”

“Like that?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m almost there.” I sink in until I settle against the curve of her hips. “You’re so goddamn tight,” I hear myself say, my tone almost reverent.

“I love it,” she pants. “Ryan, please baby, move. Fuck me. Don’t hold back.”

I grunt, repositioning my hands. I tease my length in and out, trying a few short fast thrusts, then one long pull, slamming back in. We both cry out and I feel my release coil tight in my gut and burn up my lower back. My balls feel so heavy and full.

“This feels amazing,” she whimpers. “Baby, I feel so full.”

“You are full,” I tease, dropping my free hand down and around to work the toy as I thrust into her tight ass. She moans, back arching, ass jiggling like a fucking dream as she starts meeting me thrust for thrust, slamming her hips back against me.

“Oh, god,” I groan, my rhythm slipping as I feel my release barreling towards me. “I’m gonna come—baby—Tess—I’m coming—”

I pull her towards me until she’s all but flat against the mattress, the angle of her hips changing to accommodate being tied to the bed frame. Her hips shift, and my angle of penetration changes too. She screams, her whole body going tight, as her ass and pussy grip me like a vise. I know her pussy is clenching on the toy, but I can feel it too. I feel the pulse of it as she comes, her body trembling on one long moan.

Her orgasm triggers mine. I cry out a string of curses as I drop my hands to either side of her ribs and slam home once, twice more. My release surges like a supernova, blasting outwards, and then I’m shattering. It’s the only word to explain it. White spots dance in my vision, and then I quite literally come apart.

“Oh my god,” she murmurs over and over again. Her body is shaking. She’s slicked in sweat.

My senses clear and I groan, sliding out of her ass.

She gasps, her cheeks clenching at my absence. I’m gentle as I pull the dildo free, tossing it down on the bed, glistening with her release. Her shaking intensifies and then I hear the soft sob.

I crawl over her leg and drop down to the bed at her side, stretching myself out. “Hey, hey…are you crying? Baby, come here.” Heart in my throat, I turn her face to look at me.

“I’m okay,” she whimpers. “Really, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“You’re shivering.” I work quick, clicking the release on the handcuffs, freeing her hands.

She immediately drops them down, crying as she wraps herself up in me. Our arms and legs tangle until we’re pressed together from shoulder to toes.

“Talk to me,” I say, one hand brushing the curls back from her face. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”

She shakes her head, nuzzling her face against my chest. “I’m fine,” she says again. “That was just really intense.”

“It was too much,” I say, frustration at myself building.

“No,” she says quickly, looking up at me, her hand cupping my cheek. “No, it was perfect. Ryan, look at me.”

I look down, meeting her forest green gaze.

“It was perfect. I loved it. It was just a lot.”

“What do you need?”

“Just hold me for a minute,” she says, burying her face back against the sweat of my chest. “I’ll be alright in a minute.”

“Okay,” I say, my hand cupping the back of her head. At this angle, the floral fruitiness of her shampoo wafts into my nose. “This smell is going to haunt me,” I say, my hand smoothing down her mussed curls.

“My shampoo?”

“Mhmm.”

She nestles closer, trying to share my skin. “Why?”

“Because it’s locked in with that first memory I have of you,” I reply. “That kiss on beach day…I could smell your shampoo when we kissed. Like a tropical sunrise.”

She laughs. “A tropical sunrise?”

“Tease me, and I’ll pour your margarita in the pool,” I warn.

I feel her smile against my chest. “Are you really gonna make me a margarita?”

“Sure,” I reply, dropping my hand to rub up and down her back, relieved that the shivering has stopped. “That was the deal, right? I get tied up anal sex, you get a margarita. Even Steven.”

She laughs again, looking up at me. “Please don’t say ‘Even Steven’ while I’m wearing your cum in my ass.”

I smirk, brushing my fingers through her hair again. “Okie dokie, Smokie.”

She shakes her head. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” I reply, rolling on my back and pulling her with me, her hair spilling over my chest.

“No,” she says after a moment, her fatigue setting in as the last of her adrenaline leaves her body. “I really don’t.”