Surrounded By Temptation(10)
She chuckled, letting her hands fall to her sides. “You’re doing remarkably well.”
That was totally debatable.
She straddled him again and this time, when she rocked her body against his, her arousal assaulted his senses. He could smell nothing but her. Her need was pouring into him, seeping into his very being, and his lion howled at the surface to break free and give her what she so obviously ached for.
When she started moaning, he felt the vibrations in his soul and it catapulted him to the precipice. His balls drew up.
“Shit, angel, you’re gonna make me come.”
Suddenly, she stopped, raising herself up enough that even when he thrust up, he got no contact in return.
“Still feel in control?”
“No. I’m about to shoot all over you.”
She smirked and slid down his body, landing on her knees between his legs again. She moved, her head hovering over his dick. Then she leaned down and traced her tongue along the length of it.
“Fuck!” He gritted his teeth, locked his arms and legs, thought about baseball.
“Mmm. Guess my panties are too thin. I can taste my pussy all over your cock.”
“Oh God. Get my pants off. You can leave me tied up. Just fuck me. I don’t have to take you. Just fuck me. Do it hard. Do it fast.”
She shook her head slowly. “What kind of test would this be if I just gave you what you wanted?”
“An easy one?”
She chuckled as she sat on the floor, scooting back a little so he could see her fully. Then she spread her legs and she slipped that delicate little hand into her panties.
She shut her eyes and bit her lip on a moan, rotating her hips as she fingered herself.
“Damn, at least take your panties off so I can see your pussy.”
She shook her head, keeping her eyes shut.
Then she started moving her hand quickly, moaning, thrashing her head around, gasping as her hand went lower. She moved her other hand to her panties and moved them to the side.
“Jesus, angel. You’re fucking yourself.”
“So tight. Not enough.” She moved her hand up and rapidly strummed her clit. “Need you.”
He yanked at his binding and roared, trying to break free, his cock leaking profusely, soaking the side of his jeans.
“Oh God, Rob.” She moaned, threw her head back and screamed, using both hands now, fucking herself with two fingers and assaulting her clit as she came.
He struggled at the leather holding him in place, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the vision before him. He needed her. Right now!
She slumped to the floor, gasping.
“Come. Here.” He was through with this little game.
She slowly looked to the side so she could see him. “You did really well. How do you feel?”
“You mean I’m doing well, not did well. We’re not through. Get your sexy little ass over here.”
She stood and walked toward him. She smiled and leaned down, her head going toward his cock. Not his first choice, but he was already so close to coming he’d take it. Then he’d take her. He was going to have to fuck her more than once tonight. Once wasn’t going to be enough even after getting a blowjob. He suppressed a moan. The idea of her mouth encasing him sounded even better by the second.
She snagged her bra off the floor and stood up fully. “I’ll have one of your brothers come in and untie you.”
What that…“The hell you will,” he growled. “Stop putting your clothes on.”
She wasn’t listening.
“You’re going to seriously leave me like this? Have you ever heard of blue balls?”
“That’s not the condition I’m researching.” She zipped her pants and slipped into her shirt, then turned toward the door.
“Don’t go!”
Ariel stopped and looked at him. “Rob, you did excellent. Don’t worry. If you can keep control of yourself, we will slowly progress. Maybe next time you won’t have to be tied up.” She shrugged. “Well, not tied up completely. Good night.”
And then she walked out the door, closing it softly behind her.
Un-fucking-beliveable.
* * * *
“How’d it go last night?” Josh asked, chuckling as Rob dragged his ass into the dining room for breakfast. He hadn’t slept a wink last night. He’d tossed and turned and jacked off so much his dick was almost raw. He was so pissed—and a little embarrassed—at how Ariel had left him that once Toby had untied him yesterday, he’d avoided his brothers the rest of the evening. Maybe he should’ve shifted and ran with them, burned off his aggression another way. But he didn’t feel up to being razzed all night.
Jack grunted while picking up his coffee, not finding the situation amusing. He wasn’t the only one. Rob grabbed a coffee cup and poured his momentary salvation before taking a seat across from Toby.