50. Memphis

CHAPTER FIFTY

memphis

I was insanely proud of myself when Utah’s head dropped back, and he groaned. I expected him to be disappointed that I didn’t have a fucking clue how to really suck his dick, and realize I was actually completely terrified of trying such a thing. Logistically, there was no way it would work. He was huge—and my mouth was not. I had no experience where a dick in my mouth was a positive thing. None at all. My first attempt at such an undertaking probably had no business being when Utah was blindfolded and handcuffed.

The groaning and the sighing that he was doing suggested he really didn’t mind much at all that I was mostly using my hands with just my mouth around the tip of him. And the sounds coming from him made me shockingly impatient.

It was probably a dangerous thing that this man could groan and give everything between my legs a heartbeat of its own. I raised to my knees and unintentionally ended up kissing my way across every scar that was carved into the front of his body. I laced my fingers together behind his neck once I was standing and moved to straddle him and the entire chair. He damn near growled when I didn’t actually place him inside me, but instead moved my hips to drag myself up and down the very thick erection between us. Utah leaned forward until I heard the handcuffs clink when they were as far apart as he could get them, and I had to tighten my hold on the back of his neck to keep from falling right out of his lap. He stopped when his lips found their way to the sensitive skin between my neck and my shoulder.

“Tease me all you like this time, Memphis. Get it out of your system,” he whispered. “But you might want to remember that it’ll be my turn when these cuffs come off.”

The shiver that went down my spine rippled through my entire body. Utah must have also felt it, because he chuckled. I did want to tease him; make him squirm, make him wait.

I wanted every inch of him way more than I wanted to torture him, though.

I got ballsy really quickly with his words still bouncing around inside my skull. I reached between us to angle his dick toward me, and I lowered myself onto it that time.

The man moaned.

Fucking. Moaned.

Something inside me broke loose.

A waterfall of sorts, probably. The Niagara kind.

My body seemed to know what it wanted to do without much help from my brain. I didn’t have to wonder what I was supposed to do next or how, because it was just happening. From bouncing up and down until it felt like I might scream to just grinding back and forth to rub my clit against any part of him that I could use.

“Take the blindfold off, Memphis.” Utah’s voice was strained, like he was in pain. “Let me see how stunning you are when you hold all the power.”

I didn’t even stop to think about his words. I didn’t really need any explanation. I wanted to see his eyes, too. I didn’t bother to stop moving while I ripped the cloth from his face and slammed my mouth into his. I moved my hands into his hair to hold on by the strands rather than around his neck. He moaned right into my mouth, unleashing a fresh wave of whatever drug this feral creature inside me was currently high on.

Controlling my own movements was way harder the closer that I made it to that orgasm. It was harder to move, harder to breathe, harder to reach.

He chuckled again. “Take the cuffs off, sugar, and I’ll do it for you.”

The part of me that felt like he was challenging me wanted to make him stay right where he was.

“Take them off, and I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life, Memphis.”

Something about that was enticing, but I wrapped my arms around his neck again to grind my hips on him.

“You’ll have to beg me to give you a break,” he whispered against the side of my head.

I was fighting a losing battle.

All of those things were very much the things that I wanted anyway.

The power in his body, the presence of his mind when every thought in it was focused on me, the way his hands could make me do anything that he wanted.

I wanted all of it.

I paused to try to breathe and laid my head against his shoulder. “The keys?”

“Front pocket of my jeans.”

Forcing myself off his lap was a task all on its own. Something about the sudden absence of him was devastating every single time.

It took some effort to make my hands work again to get the key to the handcuffs from the pocket of his jeans. He stood and turned to face me as soon as he was free, and that tiny moment of anticipation before he took control of this night sent a chill racing through me.

He shoved the chair across the room hard enough that it toppled before it hit the wall. That had me giggling while he stalked toward me, and I backed away until I was against the door.

“If that noise doesn’t bring Jersey in here, it will bring Indy to the other side of this door to try to listen,” I whispered while his hands went to both my cheeks. He kissed me but pulled away quickly as his hands shifted down to my hips.

“You’d better give him something to hear then,” he said and scooped his hands under my ass to lift me until I could wrap my legs around him. He reached under my leg to guide his dick back into me, and the man slammed into me hard enough that I was a little convinced we were about to break that door right out of the frame. Utah’s mouth went to my neck, and he sunk his teeth into my skin until an embarrassing squeak came out of me. His thrusts were punishing, each one slamming my back and my hips into the door.

“That’s not going to do it, angel,” he whispered against my neck. “He’d never hear that.”

He shifted his hold on me so that all of my body weight was being held in place by the pressure of his hips and his left forearm partially under me. His right hand went for my left nipple, and I whined at the sensation that came from the slight tug on the post through it.

So good. Everything about it hurt so fucking good that I gave up trying to brace myself with the hold I had around his neck to cover my mouth with my own hand. He chuckled against my neck and then bit it again until another muffled cry escaped.

“Just not going to give me the scream I want, are you?” he whispered.

That storm raged on the entire time that he fucked me in every corner of that room, on every surface, and against everything that could withstand the power of his hips.