Stay Vertical (The Bare Bones MC #2)(20)
“You’re a stunning woman.” Praise always worked women up, but this time Lytton meant his words. He brushed his lips against hers. “Riding two up with your tits pressed against me had me stiff as a board. You’re the sexiest back warmer I’ve ever had.”
It was all true. Lytton had been tiring of the usual yes-women, the subs who complied like robots. When one knew what to expect from a sex partner, it became stale and routine. This new, innocent, inexperienced woman was just the ticket. He was a stranger to her, but she allowed him to bind her hands at the small of her back, her eyes limpid, questing.
He could see fever eating away at her. How else to explain why she said what she said? “You’re a smoking hot piece of man candy. I wanted you the second you busted into Ford’s office, Lytton. You’ve got me all excited and stimulated. I’ve never met a man like you.”
He had to smile at that. “Even in exotic Africa? Must be a lot of intrepid, interesting guys there.”
June said in a rush, “Not as glamorous as you. You’re banging hot. You already live a wild, outlaw sort of life up here in the mountains. You don’t need Ford’s club to prove you’re bad.”
It was time to move to tweaking her nipples—hard. June winced, but Lytton knew her * was clenching with need. Her fat tits were outthrust with her shoulder blades pressed together like that. It was true, Lytton’s prick had been up like a hammer for a while now, straining against the buttons of his jeans, constricted inside his tight boxer briefs. June leaned her bound fists, her butt, back against the wooden garden frame and graced Lytton with her giant, pleading eyes. He knew he pushed her limits when he slapped her big, lush boob, making ripples like a stone thrown into a still pond. She looked confused, unsure how to feel, unsure if she was being abused or teased.
He purred, “You’re a fine hottie, June. I could just eat you up.” That was his first f*cking lie. Lytton was always in it for himself. He could care less if the woman got off, so why would he bother eating her *? He knew it aroused women, though, so he usually flung his words around lightly. “You like it when I slap your tit like this? Your chest is getting red. I want to see my handprint on your tit.”
Not waiting for a response to his rhetorical question, Lytton viciously yanked her top down by the neckline. The tits he’d been longing to get an eyeful of popped out, white and pristine. They glowed eerily under the greenhouse’s dome. Before his brain could stop him, he found himself bending at the knees to slurp one of the sweet kernels into his mouth.
“Ah!” June’s gasp was about two octaves higher now as she squirmed to climb up the wooden frame. “Oh, dear God Lytton, you’re tantalizing me to death! I’m going to scream, Lytton, I swear to God I’m going to scream if you keep teasing me like this!”
Would he have to gag her? The bandana he had tied around his neck always came in handy for that, among other things. But for some reason, Lytton liked to hear her frenzied response. He moved his mouth to the other nip, noshing and biting there while pulling and twisting her other nipple between his fingers.
One octave higher seemed impossible, but she reached it with a wild mélange of English and what must have been Swahili. “Lytton! Kafirwe salama! Mkundu! Stop driving me insane! Zaidi, zaidi! I swear if you don’t f*ck me now I’m going to scream so loud your whore at the house will hear me!”
He was beyond pleased by her reaction. She was a sensitive, someone who felt things more acutely than most. It probably didn’t hurt that, as he suspected, she was probably not terribly experienced with men. This idea sort of turned him on, the thought that she was somewhat innocent. It meant he could corrupt her, mold her into the shape he wanted.
But he had no rubbers on him, so he did the next best thing. Detaching his mouth from her nipple with a loud sucking sound, Lytton stood tall, holding her at arm’s length. She was flushed, her pupils dilated with fever and lust. Her head wobbled on her neck as she tried to focus on his eyes. Lytton used his suave, reassuring Dom’s voice to keep her steady.
And he kept her excited and attentive by moving his hand to his belt buckle. Her eyes wavered to his crotch when he took a big handful of his erection and squeezed sensuously. “Would you like to service me, little one? Would you give me the honor of pleasuring me with your sweet little mouth?”
He could tell he’d had her at “would.” The sweet little gullible woman was instantly on her knees before he’d even had a chance to unsheathe his cock. With her hands bound behind her, all she could do was seek his cock with her mouth, and it was fun to see her bobbing her head this way and that like a seal with a ball on its nose.
She was skilled, though, once she sucked down his length. All the fine hairs stood out on the backs of Lytton’s thighs and gooseflesh peppered his chest, stiffening his nipples. He tore off his plaid shirt and flung it, raising the white wifebeater up his abdomen so he could admire the sight. Hands-free, June suckled his fat tool admirably, with an enthusiasm that couldn’t have been solely caused by the fever. No, she was truly, genuinely gulping his long prick down her throat.
And quickly driving Lytton past the point of no return.
He tried holding her off. He gripped her shoulders and tried backing her off his dick. “Whoa, there. Whoa.” But because his tone wasn’t sincere—he didn’t really want her slowing down—she must not have been convinced, and she was soon lapping him into oblivious bliss.