Heidi's Guide to Four Letter Words(55)

“Oh jeez, does anyone else need a cigarette right now? My goodness. This is Heidi’s Discount Erotica, signing off. I’ve got a sexy neighbor to tie to my bedposts, don’tcha know!”





Chapter 27





“Heidi… oh, Jesus….” Brent mutters in a broken voice as I go to town on his penis like I’ve been doing this sort of thing all my life.

I’d smile in victory that he seems to really like what I’m doing, going by the noises he’s making, but it’s really hard to smile when you have a penis in your mouth and you’re trying to concentrate. There’s just so much to remember. Lick, suck, don’t squeeze too hard, don’t squeeze too soft, keep your head and your hand moving at the same time, don’t gag or drool too much…

Wait. I think it’s okay if I gag and drool. I think I read guys like that.

I make the mistake of gagging on my drool, and a very unsexy sound comes out of my mouth.

“Are you okay?” Brent suddenly asks with concern in his voice, his head popping up from the pillow and his arms tugging against the restraints.

Keeping my mouth on him, I remove my hand and give Brent a quick thumbs-up before going back to work, the sounds that are coming out of him making me feel like a goddess and totally turning me on.

I borrowed two of my dad’s silk ties when I went over to my parents’ house for dinner the other night, and I’m so glad Aubrey wrote about that in her excerpt. I was just planning on using some spare rope I had in the trunk of my car, or maybe some zip-ties I have in the junk drawer in my kitchen. These silk ties seem much more comfortable than the rope. And not as murdery as the zip-ties. And the pretty paisley patterns are very fun and festive.

Removing my mouth from Brent’s impressive erection that is all thanks to me and my “tie him up and drive him wild” idea, I climb up his naked body and straddle him, leaning forward to rest my hands on either side of his head on the bed.

“Do you like this? Is it okay?” I whisper, bending down and kissing his cheek before trailing kisses down to the side of his neck.

“This is more than okay. But I hate not being able to touch you,” he moans when I use my teeth to nip gently at the skin of his neck. “And you’re wearing too many clothes.”

When I first told him about my idea, he didn’t even hesitate or question me. He grabbed the ties that I held up in front of him then grabbed my hand and pulled me back to my bedroom. He even happily complied with my softly spoken order of, “Strip. And lay down on the bed.” He is such a team player. I was so busy making sure the ties were secure and giving him pleasure that I didn’t even think about taking my own clothes off. I can’t even believe how erotic it is to be straddling him right now, when he’s in the buff and I’m still wearing the pale blue LuLaRoe dress I wore to church this morning.

Is it wrong to be doing this sort of thing on the Lord’s day? I really hope not.

As I continue licking and sucking on the side of his neck, I grind myself down on top of him. I’m rewarded with the sound of him jerking roughly against the restraints, while his hips thrust up to meet me.

Pushing myself away from him, I sit up fully on top of his body, trailing my fingertips down his beautifully sculpted chest, across his stomach that he sucks in with a sharp breath when I skim my fingernails across it gently, before grabbing the hem of my dress that’s lying in a pool all around him. He watches me with hooded eyes as I slowly start to lift it up, baring my thighs, my white lacy underwear, and my stomach, before pausing.

Brent jerks his arms, and the bedframe rattles against the wall behind it as he lets out a frustrated growl.

“Fuck. You are so hot. I need to touch you,” he pleads, his eyes staring right between my thighs and driving me crazy, making me rock against him.

I continue slowly lifting the hem of my dress, more and more of my body coming on display, until suddenly, my worst nightmare comes to life.

“Heidi! Yoo-hoo! Are you home?”

My eyes widen in shock, Brent’s face mirroring mine.

“Who the hell is that?” he asks in a panic as I clamber off his lap and start running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off.

“Oh, it’s fine! It’s just my mom!”

His face gets white as a sheet, and I wince that our perfect afternoon of some friendly bondage has gone to crap. Now the sounds of Brent tugging against the silk ties is no longer one of want and need just for me, and it’s all about sheer terror.

“Heidi! I brought my toolbox to fix that leak under your kitchen sink!” my dad shouts from what sounds like the entrance to my hallway that leads right back here.

“And my dad,” I add sheepishly as I race around the room, scooping up his jeans, and his t-shirt, and his socks, and his boxer briefs, while poor Brent continues to curse and yank on his arms, the lower half of his body thrashing around back and forth on my bed.

“Heidi? Are you in here?” my mom shouts, her voice right outside the door.

Brent starts struggling against the restraints in earnest now. He’s tugging and still muttering curses under his breath, with beads of sweat pebbling on his forehead, while I continue running around in circles at the foot of the bed like an idiot, just hugging his clothes to my chest.

“Untie me! For the love of God, untie me!” he orders in a loud, freaked-out whisper.