then lifts one of them over his good shoulder before lowering his body to mine. The tip of his erection rubs against my entrance, making both of us moan.
He rests his forehead against mine and lets out a shaky breath. “Hell, whose idea was it to go without sex for so long?”
“Probably yours.” I laugh, but in fact, I don’t know anymore.
And when he pushes inside, sheathing himself in me, there’s no chance I can remember. My brain takes a vacation, and all I can process is the intense pleasure that’s making my body go haywire.
I forget that I’m bound and jerk my arms forward, needing to touch Troy as well. Frustration seeps into me when I can’t. “Ugh, this is so un—”
Troy crushes his mouth over mine, cutting off my tirade at the same time that he plunges into me fully. He swallows my moans, taking control of the kiss, of the pace, of everything. Pulling back slowly he then slams into me again. He tries to keep the rhythm steady, but after a few more pumps, his movements become frantic, out of control. I can feel the pleasure building below, and I want to do something—grab on to his shoulders, sink my nails in his back. I’m miserable that I can’t do any of those things, and yet I can’t deny that being bound while Troy fucks me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
He abandons my lips for a moment to kiss my neck and my shoulders.
I arch my back and beg, “Troy, please. Let me touch you.”
“No,” he replies gruffly.
As I near climax, I bring my legs closer together, even though one is secured over Troy’s shoulder. He grunts again, louder, and then, taking a cue from my playbook, he bites me. Pain and pleasure mix, sending me spiraling over the edge. I cry out, uncaring how loud I am. He pumps into me faster, almost in a frenzy. It’s not much longer until he finds his release. His body shudders on top of me, slowing down. Breathing hard, he hides his face in the crook of my neck, blowing hot air against my already burning skin.
I move my leg, sliding it off his shoulder. It falls numb on the mattress, but everything else in my body is alive.
35
TROY
I can’t move. My right shoulder is burning, but fuck it, it was totally worth it. This was the hottest sex move I’ve ever pulled with anyone. Beneath me, Charlie’s breathing is out of whack, just like mine.
“Troy?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you still alive?”
“Barely.”
“Thank God. I thought I was going to live through Gerald’s Game.”
Laughter ripples through me. Only Charlie would make such a comment. I roll off her but keep her cocooned within my embrace. “Are you telling me you couldn’t rip those panties?”
She pouts. “I could, but I’d hate to ruin them. They’re so pretty.”
I bring my lips to hers, unable to resist the temptation she dangled in front of me. Anything she does that brings my attention to her mouth makes me want to kiss her.
I’d keep savoring her, but Charlie turns her face away.
“You’re not starting this again while I’m still bound. I can’t feel my hands.”
Remorse pierces my chest. I didn’t stop to consider what staying in this position for too long would do to her. “Does it hurt?” I ask as I untie her from the headboard.
“A little.” She rubs her wrists, then opens and shuts her hands. “The bite on my shoulder hurt more.”
Shit. I glance at the mark, feeling really bad about it. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” I shake my head. “Ah hell. I’m an idiot.”
Charlie laughs as she reaches for my face. “Relax, babe. I was just teasing you. It only hurt a little.”
Relief washes over me. “Thank God. I really liked when you bit me, so I wanted to return the favor.”
Her eyebrows pinch together as she narrows her eyes. “What are we now, a couple of vampires?”
“Hey, you started it.” I kiss her nose and then jump out of bed to get rid of the condom.
I could toss it in the trash bin in my room, but I need something from the bathroom—painkillers. Now that the heat of the moment has passed, I can feel the consequence of my reckless decision. The pain isn’t as sharp as when I returned from the hospital, but it’s not great either. I hope I didn’t buy myself another week on the bench.