This week's tease is an oldie but a goodie (I hope)
an extract from
erotic contemporary, mild BDSM, dubious consent
Here's the blurb:
Callie takes Don't Get Mad, Get Even to a whole new level
College students Callie Read and Haines Bennett rub each other the wrong way. And that’s the way they like it. But there’s an undercurrent of sexual interest that has their mutual friends betting that it’s only a matter of time before they’re doing it the right way.
But after a typical Friday night partying at the local campus pub, Hainsey takes is upon himself to teach Callie a much needed lesson about teasing the wrong guy. For her own good, of course.
But tying her up while she’s passed out, he takes things a little too far.
The next weekend Callie retaliates, getting even and giving Hainsey some overdue instruction of his own. The proverbial tit for tat.
Can they bury the hatchet and call it even or have they effectively ruined an already precarious relationship with their raunchy one-upmanship?
From both points of view; this is the incident that precipitates Callie's retaliation against Haines...
Now, We're Even
Callie woke up, her body burning with need. Illogically, her first thought was of Hainsey. She quickly pushed that aside and turned her brain to Brad. But holy shit, he must have taken a wicked anatomy class in lecture hall this week because he had learned some amazing new techniques. Slowly, she realized her shirt was pulled up but she could never remember being this close to orgasm before from a guy just pleasuring her breasts.
Shifting under his weight, wanting to increase the scrumptious heaviness and nearness, she opened her legs as much as she could, then gasped when his rock hard cock settled against her ravenous heat.
The sensation made her moan. She arched into it. “So close,” she murmured, panting, rocking her hips. Brad growled and thrust a little harder while continuing the scrumptious assault on her breasts.
“You want more, Callie?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Callie tried to move, needing to get her hands on him. She wanted to take hold of his head and direct him just so, but for some reason she couldn’t budge her arms.
When she opened her eyes and looked around, she wasn’t even sure where she was. This wasn’t Brad’s place or her own. Her immediate thought was freeing her hands so she could move. Turning her head to the side, she realised her wrists were bound by bright white sheets tied around unfamiliar iron bedposts.
Thrashing now, in absolute panic, she cried out in fear. Where the fuck was she, and who the hell was making her burn? Belatedly she looked down to the dark head and the owner of the magic mouth.
“Hainsey!” she screeched in outrage. All of a sudden, Callie felt stone cold sober and on full alert.
“Ahh, Callie, you have the sweetest tits.”
“Get the fuck off me! Let me go!” she demanded, tugging at the bindings. She tried to kick, but he used his lower body strength to hold her and she wasn’t sure, but she thought maybe her feet were bound, too. She experienced the same little ripple of fear as she had earlier when she’d felt trapped by him at the bar. But this time it was laced with anticipation and dark desire.
Callie squirmed, but she couldn’t seem to dislodge him. She tried to fight him by turning off her mind, but her body betrayed her. Try as she might to shut him out, to distance herself, detach, he was overwhelming.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He looked up at her, his dark eyes hot, his lips moist and swollen from laving her breasts. “I believe I am teaching you a lesson.”
“Arrgghh, a lesson in what? Sexual assault?”
“I told you, some guys you just can’t fuck with. We’re stronger, more determined. You don’t know what’s in a guy’s head. Or if he’s some kind of creep or psychopath when you’re grinding up against him on the dance floor. Then you pass out in a guy’s bed? What’d you think was gonna happen? I never took you as the stupid or naïve type, Cal. Besides, you gave me permission. I asked if you wanted more. Do you remember what you said? Yes,” he imitated breathlessly.
He lowered his head and circled her delightfully burning buds, making her body clamour for more. Callie’s wants and needs were so conflicted. Her mind said one thing, her body demanded another.
All of a sudden, Callie felt his thumbs tuck just inside her jeans.
“Lift that hot ass of yours, Callie.”
“No!”
“I’m going to get your pants off one way or another, so you may as well just help me, or it’s just going to get worse for you.”
Popping the snap, he slid down the zipper, the sound seeming overly loud.
“Hainsey!” she sobbed as the tingling down below invaded her whole body. Haines stroked her stomach, now bared in the vee that her undone pants created.
“Ahh, you feel good. Doesn’t it feel good? You have such a beautiful body. Come on, lift that bum.” Still resisting, she shook her head.
Raking strong fingers down her thighs, Haines bent his head and kissed her tummy, teasing her with his tongue, running it under the soft elastic at the top of her bikini cut panties.
“I wanna bite you.” And he did, lightly through the tough denim, causing her to moan loudly. Her hips rolled in that sensual dance, seeking fulfillment.
He was then in a frenzy to remove her pants. Running his hands inside the flaps he’d managed to fashion, he worked and rolled them, tugging as she tried to maintain the façade of disinterest. By the time he’d worked them past her ass, he was sweating.
“What are the chances of you not kicking me, if I release one of your legs from its binding?”
“No chance! You let me have a leg free and I’ll boot you into next week, you bastard!”
“Well, that’s a damn shame. Because you have no idea how good I could make you feel if I could spread these long beautiful limbs of yours, wind ‘em around my hips when I enter you. “
“And that would be rape.”
“Rape is non-consensual.”
“And I’m not consenting! I don’t want this!” she said through gritted teeth. God, did she want this, more than anything! But she’d never admit it to Haines.
“You want this. At least your body does. Your pride is in the way. Toss it aside, Cal, and let me give us both what we want.”
“I don’t want this,” she said again as he trailed his hands lightly up her legs, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
“I could open your legs real wide and tie them tighter, Cal. Then I could do exactly what I want.”
Oh God! Do it! Please, she begged mentally. Although physically, she tried to knee him as he insinuated himself between her legs, but she couldn’t bend her limbs enough. He used his shoulder to block her half-assed attempt to keep him out.
“You may as well quit fighting it, Cal, I can smell how aroused you are and it smells so good. It’s making my mouth water. I want to taste you so fuckin’ bad.”
Another erotic sound emanated from deep in her throat.
Placing a hand on her inner thighs, he held them open.
“Ah, Christ, Callie, your panties are soaked." He licked atop the cottony gusset and they both groaned. Haines gave her underwear a quick tug, and although she tried to hold her little undies on by pressing her backside into the mattress, it really was only a half-hearted effort.
H*a *i *n * e*s
All thought left him when he realised she was clean-shaven, totally bared to him. All blood flow surged straight to his groin as breath left him.
“Fuck, Callie, you have a beautiful pussy. Man, I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He even put his hand over the head of his cock and gave his dick a squeeze, trying to slow the flow of juices beginning to churn. “Fuckin’ alcohol isn’t going to prolong anything for me tonight.”
Tucking his face between her legs again, he kissed the bare skin just above her clit. Her pussy glistened with moisture. He inhaled deeply and ever so slightly nudged the sensitive little bud with his tongue.
Crying out, she stiffened. If she were not tied down she would have surged off the bed.
Diving right in, unable to stand it any longer, he tongued her slit, ramming his probing tongue straight into her swollen flesh. “Fuck, Cal, I could suck on this all night. You taste so fuckin’ good.”
Backing off, he slid two fingers inside her and rimmed her clit with his thumb. He was rewarded with telltale contractions from within, signalling her orgasm.
She moaned over and over, her hips lifting as he attempted to satisfy her need. Easing his fingers from her, he was pleased when she whimpered as if she might miss his attention, but he wanted to share.
Kneeling, almost straddling her upper body, he asked, “Do you know how sweet you taste, babe?” He ran the same two digits that had been surrounded in her glorious heat over her bottom lip until she opened. At first she allowed her little pink tongue to dither around the tip of his middle finger. Watching was painful, but he dared not look away. “See, you’re delicious,” he barely choked out the words before she sucked it in hard and deep and, for a split second, he imagined it was his cock in her hot mouth.
“I want you to suck my cock, just like that, Callie.”
Shifting her head backward into the mattress, she worked it in and out just as if she were giving him a preview of what he could expect if he was ever lucky enough to receive a blowjob from her. He’d stick his cock in her mouth right now if he could trust that she wouldn’t bite him. But unpredictable as she was at the best of times, right now, she might be lethal.
Unzipping, he shoved his boxers out of the way and pulled his cock out.
Callie watched him, her eyes hooded with arousal and distrust, then she stilled, no longer sucking.
Taking his hand back, he handled his dick, forcing it down towards her lips. The urge to take his chances was strong. Instead, he smoothed the head over her chin. She closed her eyes and he ran the tip over her closed lips, wetting the seam with pre-cum. He moved back marginally as her tongue swept out and she licked the liquid, then reached, leading with her chin, as if she wanted more of him.
He stayed at a safe distance, making her stretch to prove that was what she truly wanted. To his delight, she licked the slit clean. But it was about all he could take, already having visions of shooting his load all over her bared tits. Thinking she would not appreciate that in her presently trussed up state, Haines moved back down her body, kissing and teasing as he went.
C*a *l *l *i*e
Callie was angry with herself for being so weak where Haines was concerned. But it was offset by how he was making her feel. He could do amazing things to her with his mouth. Like right now, he was fucking her with his meaty tongue. It only made her want more. Any other guy, she’d tell him what to do. Whip that big dick out and fuck her already. But she’d be damned if she’d give in to Haines. Not like this. It was bad enough that she hadn’t been able to stop herself from climaxing.
All of a sudden, his weight lifted off her. Unable to see him from her vantage point, she heard the undeniable sound of a condom being rolled on. An excited little flutter ran through her belly.
The mattress dipped and she felt the tip of his protected cock nudge her folds, then pause.
“Look at me, Callie.”
She refused to.
He slipped just the tip into her and she closed her eyes, silently begging him to plunge his full length deep. If her feet were not bound, she’d dig her heels into the mattress and sink him deep, ending this torture for both of them.
“Callie, I want this so bad, but you have to tell me you do, too.”
Out of nowhere, Callie felt the sudden prick of tears spring. What the hell? She closed her eyes tight. She’d be damned again, if she’d allow herself to cry in front of him.
“Ahh fuck, Callie, Please!” He groaned.
She could almost feel the struggle and tension within him. Then he withdrew completely.
Callie felt the bindings around one foot loosen, followed by one wrist.
“I’m sorry, Cal,” he said with quiet regret, his voice harsh. His footsteps sounded on the basement stairs. Then she was alone.
Tears flowing freely now, Callie untied her other wrist and foot. Gathering her clothes, she dashed for the bathroom and tried to clean herself up.
After dressing, she cracked open the door and looked out, praying Haines wouldn’t be there.
She ran up the stairs and outside, calling a cab to meet her at the corner.
If this is the tit, just wait for the tat...
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