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Tim waits for Lucy in the living room, silk ties dangling from his finger. She pauses in the open front door, hesitant to keep moving forward, though the sight of him was all too alluring.
He’d ditched his shirt, shoes, and socks, and stood in a simple pair of jeans that hugged all the right parts of him. His lean, muscular chest would never not be impressive to her, and her fingers itched to touch. Judging by his demeanor, however, she would not have permission to do so.
Lucy took the last few steps inside. She closed and locked the door behind her, taking a steadying breath.
He had alluded all day to a “surprise,” which had only caused her anticipation to mount. A surprise, in Tim’s dictionary, could mean any number of things. Her mind had raced all day, speculating, but not once would he give her a hint. Once their shifts had ended, he’d raced to the locker room to get home before her.
They were still new, Tim and Lucy as a couple. Some days, Lucy believed she would wake up to find it all a dream, but Tim’s solid body at her side dispelled any notion it was an illusion.
“Um… hi,” Lucy ventured, as Tim had not spoken a word since she arrived. He’d just stared, the finger with the silk ties swaying a little. The smirk on his face was pure sin, a look that could get Lucy’s blood pumping faster in under a second.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed, arms and legs. Color?”
Tim never minced words.
Lucy cleared her throat, trying to find her own words. “Um… green .”
“Good. Now go to my room, take off your clothes, and lay on your back on the bed.” Lucy nodded. To get there, she had to squeeze past him, no doubt a strategic placement on his part. As she brushed by, Tim’s hand shot out, grasping her wrist to stop her. His hold was not painful, but nor was it gentle. Lucy swallowed thickly.
“You didn’t let me finish,” Tim said, his voice borderline scolding. Lucy’s heart thudded faster. “Make sure that you properly fold your clothes. I don’t want to see anything on my floor. What d’you say?”
Oh my God .
“Y-Yes, Sir,” Lucy replied shakily. She both hated and loved how small her voice sounded all of a sudden, but such was the effect Tim had on her.
Tim, finger by finger, uncurled his hand from her wrist, allowing her to move. Lucy scurried to the back of the house. Once in Tim’s room, she sucked in a couple of deep breaths. Her heart threatened to beat from her rib cage, and already the warmth between her legs had reached critical levels.
Lucy dropped her go bag against a wall, out of the way, then she stripped. The speed with which she’d taken her clothes off, folded them, and set them aside should have been embarrassing, but as she crawled up Tim’s carefully made bed, she decided she didn’t give a fuck.
She’s not sure how long he made her wait there, but it was far too long. The air in the room was slightly chilled, causing goosebumps to prickle up her arms. She shivered, whether it was from the cold or the anticipation, she wasn’t sure. Regardless, the waiting had her rubbing her thighs together for some kind of friction. The minute the door began to open, however, she stilled.
Tim stepped into the room, the silk ties still grasped in his hand. He shut the door behind him, and crossed over to the foot of the bed. The way he looked along the length of her body, the hunger in his eyes visible, made Lucy squirm even more.
“Stop moving,” he said softly, not unkind, but leaving no room for question. Lucy complied.
“Now,” Tim began again. “I’m going to use these to tie your hands to the headboard. And I’m going to use these…,” Tim knelt down, grasping for something under the bed. When he came back up, he brandished a pair of faux fur lined cuffs. “… to bind your legs to either corner. Color?”
Lucy had to clear her throat to beat down a moan. “Green, Sir.”
“Good,” Tim smiled slightly, and the fact that the smile was tinged with a little bit of cruelty shouldn’t turn her on but… such was the effect Tim had on her. “And while I have you tied to my bed, I’m going to make you come as many times as I want. I’m thinking you can handle eight… but I’m hoping for more. Color?”
Oh God . He was going to kill her. Death by orgasm.
“Green, Sir,” Lucy replied with zero hesitation.
That answer clearly pleased him, because the smile got wider and slightly more devious, and dear Lord, what had she gotten herself into?
“I’m going to start with your legs…,” Tim set the silk ties down, and began setting up the leg cuffs. He wedged the straps underneath the mattress, then once in position, he cuffed one ankle, then the other. Tim had made quick work of the restraints, but his fingertips had done a number on her skin, ghosting against the sensitive skin of the inside of her ankle, up the back of her calf. Lucy tried, once again, to not squirm towards his touch. Tim wouldn’t like that.
With each leg tied to a corner, Lucy lay with her legs spread, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she ever had before. It only caused more heat to pool in her core.
Tim then bid her to put her arms up, straight over her head. He used one silk tie to bind her wrists together, then used the other to strap her to the headboard.
If Lucy felt exposed before, with her arms up, practically forcing her body to arch to find comfort, now she was outright on display.
“How’re your wrists?” Tim asked, voice suddenly more Tim than anything else.
“They’re fine,” Lucy replied softly. Tim just nodded in acknowledgement, testing the strength of the binding and the restriction around her wrists. Always so damn attentive and concerned. Most days, that made her hotter than the more dominant side of him.
Tim returned to the foot of the bed, and crossed his arms over his chest. The bastard, he knew what that did to her. The way his biceps bulged, the veins in his forearms popping slightly. His stance screamed hardass, like he’d eat you alive. His blue eyes had darkened.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Tim breathed, his voice pitching lower, rougher. That voice alone could get her riled, and sure enough, her sex throbbed. Slowly, he reached for her, again sliding his roughened fingertips across the smooth skin of her calf, to the inside of her knee, and higher. Then, his hand was gone, and he repeated the actions on her other leg. “And you’re all mine.”
Lucy couldn’t bite back the breathy gasp that kicked from her lungs. Tim looked pleased at her response.
“I’ve been thinking all day about what I would do when we finally got to this moment. I really think you’re gonna like what I have planned.” Well, with a smug attitude like that, it was hard to argue, mostly because Lucy also knew exactly what Tim was capable of – and at this point, he could suggest anything make it pleasurable.
Tim turned from the bed and crossed to the other side of the room to his dresser. He squatted down to open the very bottom drawer, and rustled around. Lucy knew exactly what was in that drawer, having picked out a few tools herself. She tried hard to lean up, to peek over to see what he grabbed, but Tim knew her too well, and used his wide, bare shoulders to block her view.
Lucy forced herself to lay flat on her back, trying to find the ceiling interesting. She heard the drawer shut, and Tim’s bare feet against the carpet as he padded back to the bed. Lucy heard the soft thuds of whatever Tim had pulled from the drawer hitting the carpet next to him. He took up his position at the foot of the bed.
“I figured we’d start light. Easy.” He wasn’t asking her permission, he was telling her.
Lucy strained up to see what he was doing. In his right hand, he gently held a feather, and began brushing it along every inch of her. He started with the arches of her feet, then the inside of her ankle, teasing the whispy synthetic feather along her skin. The barely there sensation felt good, but it wasn’t until he tickled at her inner thigh that Lucy arched, groaning in want of more .
And the man had barely gotten started.
The bed dipped under Tim’s weight as he climbed up on his knees, settling himself between her spread legs. The feather slipped past where she wanted the touch the most, and began its slow ascent up her belly, then teased at the undersides of her breasts. Her nipples tightened at that simple stimulation, not to mention the coolness of the room. When the tip of the feather circled the dusky bud, Lucy let out a breathy sigh. It started feeling more intimate than anything, when Tim brushed the feather along her collarbones, then up the column of her neck.
Tim continued, skating the feather back down her body, lingering in places he hadn’t before. The sensations caused her awareness to heighten, making her skin a more sensitive receptor than it already was. By the time he stopped his torture, Lucy was breathless, her chest heaving and her sex dripping.
“Color?” Tim asked, climbing off the bed.
It took her too long to process that he’d asked her a question.
“G-Green.” She gasped. “Sir.”
“Good…,” Tim practically purred.
Lucy watched as Tim set the feather aside, and those strong, beautiful hands of his grasped the flogger next. Her body tensed in excited anticipation as Tim climbed on the bed once more, only this time, he got to his feet, standing over her.
“Look at me, Lucy,” Tim commanded. How could she deny him? She turned her gaze upward, meeting his blue eyes that had turned the color of a stormy sea. Just one look from him could pin her, hold her captive. For a moment, she couldn’t move or breath under the intensity of his stare. She swallowed. Tim remained, his eyes raking over her body, taking his fill. Two could play that game.
From this angle, Lucy could see the wide line of his shoulders, the hair peppering his forearms, his angular jaw, the ridges of muscle in his abdomen, and the way those jeans he wore rode low on his hips, uncovering the slightest swell of his ass.
Her inspection ended abruptly as Tim knelt on his knees again, straddling either side of her hips. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” Jesus, his voice. Deep, husky, and like honey. It sent a shiver racing down Lucy’s spine. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” Could he read her mind now? “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” Lucy preened.
Forgetting for a brief second she was restrained, Lucy tried to reach for him, to touch, but her hands stopped short. Tim smirked.
And because Lucy was Lucy, she wouldn’t give Tim the satisfaction of complete submission. “You know,” she said. “For someone who promised me death by orgasms, you’ve yet to give me even one.”
Tim frowned slightly, just the tiniest down turn of his lips. “Pretty bold of you, Doll, for someone who’s tied up and at my mercy.”
Lucy’s snide smile fell.
Tim sat back onto her legs, his eyes following the lines of her body, as if inspecting her. He held the handle of the flogger loosely, just looking, taking his fill of her, reminding her in just a glance how much power he did have over her.
But in a dynamic like this?
She had the real power.
All it took was one word, and he would stop everything. But Lucy had never had to invoke it. She trusted him wholly. She trusted him to push her just enough, but not send her over the edge.
As though he couldn’t help himself, Tim reached out, his calloused hand flat against her stomach. He slid it up, between the valley of her breasts to her neck. He traced the delicate edge of her jaw, and then her chin. Lucy made to take the pad into her mouth, but he pulled away.
Raising the flogger, Tim dangled the fronds atop her stomach, letting the leather ends tickle over her skin. Lucy scrunched, trying to keep herself from laughing. Of course the man would exploit where he knew she was ticklish.
Tim scooted back, back between her spread legs again. He lifted his arm, and brought the flogger down at just the right amount of force and pressure, right against the skin of her thigh. Lucy yelped, the zing of pleasure sinking right into her. He repeated the action a few more times, alternating between her thighs, then her hips. Tim’s movements were never full on strikes, but just a flick of the wrist, just enough to sting.
After he’d worked over her thighs, Tim leaned in, pressing his lips to the now heated and pink skin. The softness of his mouth was soothing, and he teased his tongue across the abused skin. But once more, he steered clear of where she wanted him.
Tim sat up, and resumed, this time bringing the fringe of the flogger down against her breasts. Lucy cried out again, this time with each hit to her nipples, the sensitive flesh throbbing under his ministrations.
“Oh God, oh God,” she breathed over and over like a mantra.
Her sex needed relief. It ached to be touched, just from these touches and light strikes alone. Tim knew exactly what he was doing, and Lucy couldn’t even be annoyed about it, butt she did want more.
“Please,” she whined, a tear leaking from the corner of her eye and trailing down to the pillow beneath her head. “ Please .”
“Please what, Doll?” Tim asked softly, bringing the flogger down against her nipple again. She yelped, the arousal shooting from the nub to her core.
“Please, Sir.” She gasped.
Tim shrugged. “I literally have no idea what you want. Use your words, Doll.” The flogger snapped against the opposite nipple this time, and then the other again, over and over, back and forth, until it almost became too much, but right at the precipice he backed off.
Lucy let out a strangled sob. “Please, Sir. I wanna come.”
Tim stopped, staring for a moment, before he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Like he was soaking in something, basking in it. “God, I love when you make that sound. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
Without another word, Tim climbed off of her and off the bed. Lucy made a sound of protest, not wanting to lose the weight and warmth of his body on her. Tim glanced at her over his shoulder, leveling her with a look that made her clamp her mouth shut. If it had been possible, she would’ve clamped her thighs shut too.
Tim put the flogger next to the feather, a separate pile from the other he’d gathered.
“Since you begged me so nicely, I’m going to forgive your snark from before and let you decide how you want to come first. Do you want my fingers? My cock? Or something else?”
“Cock.” Lucy didn’t hesitate in answering, doing so so quickly she’d nearly forgotten to add. “Sir.”
Tim nodded, not looking surprised one bit at her decision.
Finally, Lucy watched Tim unzip the fly of his jeans and ruck them down his legs along with his boxer briefs. She’d been waiting for this since the moment she walked through the door. And now completely naked, Lucy took her fill of all that tanned skin and hard muscle, staring ravenously, as if her eyes could physically touch him.
Tim turned to her, the heavy weight of his half hard cock making Lucy’s mouth water. He was impressive, but then again everything about him was. Tim rounded the foot of the bed and crawled up between her spread legs. He wedged his knees under her thighs, and she sent a silent prayer to whomever was listening that he was going right for it, not drawing this out.
His large hands curled around her thick thighs, pressing his thumbs into the pink marks that slowly faded. Lucy tried to scoot into him, but her mobility was limited with the restraints.
“I haven’t fucked you yet where you couldn’t touch me,” Tim mused, sliding his palms from her thighs to her wide hips, curling around them to hold on, squeezing lightly.
Lucy grew antsy, needy, wanting. She could feel the hard ridge of him against her heat, and she thought that if he didn’t get inside of her, she would combust. She was out of her mind with desire and need, and no matter the angle in which she tilted her hips, she couldn’t get anymore damn friction.
“Tim!” Lucy said tremulously, tugging harder and harder at where her wrists were bound to the headboard.
That insufferable smirk curled at his full lips again, satisfied. He leaned over her, as though he would kiss her, and Lucy rose to meet him, desperate for it, for something, but he stopped halfway to her mouth. One hand gripped so tightly at her hip she might have finger shaped bruises there tomorrow, while the other guided the blunt head of his cock to her sopping entrance.
Tim didn’t meet much resistance, the wetness of her making the slide easier. Lucy tossed her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry at the feel of his thickness filling her, stretching her. With no ability to move her legs, to cinch them around his waist, Lucy felt helpless and open, and it was so delicious a feeling, heightening the sensations. She felt every inch of him inside of her, grazing her walls.
Lucy forced her eyes open, and took in Tim’s face. It was slack, his lips parted in his own pleasure as he sunk inside of her. He bit his lip to hold back a groan, and that small victory had Lucy preening again.
“ Shit ,” Tim hissed, once his hips slotted against hers. “I’ll never--,” He grunted. “--I’ll never get over how tight you are. So good.” He gasped for a breath, steadying himself. “So fucking good, Doll.”
Being unable to move, to help direct this, to touch, this was the true torture as Tim set up a slow pace at first. It began with smooth rolls of his hips, moving efficiently, to the point Lucy felt every damn inch of his cock as he entered and left her body. It drove her crazy, every minute detail, the thick vein on the underside of his cock, the angle the knew she liked…there was no way she’d be able to last long, not after everything.
Tim gradually increased his speed, until reaching a steady rhythm. Both hands grasped her hips again, holding on tightly to her as he rode her, fucking into her again and again. He sped up, reaching a frenzied pace. The slap of skin against skin filled the space between them, and all Lucy could do was hold on tightly. Her moans caught in her throat, released soundlessly. Her breasts bounced, and God, did Lucy love every second of Tim using her body like this.
As it turned out, it didn’t take much.
Tim put up one last burst of speed, pounding into her over and over until she came in a blinding white light. Her body grew taut for a moment, and released, pleasure shooting like sparks through her body. She collapsed into the bed, trying to catch her breath. Tim slowed to a stop, and slipped from her body.
“No, no!” Lucy cried, tugging at the straps again.
“What is it, Doll? You want my come, don’t you? You can’t have it yet. Only good girls get my come, and when I’ve pulled every last orgasm I can from you, only then can you have it.”
Lucy turned her face into her arm, the flesh muffling her moan. Damn him and his filthy mouth.
The dark chuckle Tim uttered might have made Lucy come again on just the sound alone. The bed shifted again, and Lucy jerked her gaze to see what he was doing now. He reached down toward where he’d originally deposited his pile of goodies, and came up with a sleek purple bullet vibe. Lucy’s cheeks heated, thinking to the moment they had picked that toy out together.
Tim climbed back on the bed, once more settling between Lucy’s spread legs.
The vibrator came alive, and hearing the buzzing sent tingles across her skin, the anticipation of what he would do with it mounting.
Tim teased the tip across the sensitive skin of Lucy’s inner thigh, tracking it up and up, nearly there, and then promptly doing the same along her other thigh. As though the vibrator sent little electrical shocks, Lucy came alive from the sleepy high of her first orgasm. She moved her hips, trying to push herself against the vibrator that Tim refused to let hit that sweet spot.
Lucy let out a long, frustrated groan, to which Tim full on laughed. Like he was so pleased at her distress. He didn’t scold her, but instead went right in for the kill, pressing the curved head of the vibrator against her clit.
She came off the bed again, still sensitive from her first release. Tim pressed his arm down across her hips, holding her down while he kept the vibrator in place, without mercy. It didn’t take long, embarrassingly so, before Lucy came again with a strangled groan. Tim pulled the vibrator away and let Lucy ride out the wave, watching her shake and jerk.
“Oh God, oh God…,” Lucy breathed, sinking back into the bed, limbs limp.
“You can call me, Sir, Doll,” Tim smirked, and Lucy wished she had the energy and unbound arms to smack him. “And we’re just getting started.”
Tim pushed her through four more orgasms. Despite her protests, and her begging for Tim to stop, he didn’t. Despite the fact her body had become a single nerve, raw and open and too much.
“All you have to do is say the word, Doll,” Tim cooed, leaning over her as he worked the bullet against her clit, circling the tip around the angry red bud, coaxing her to her seventh orgasm. “Just say our word, and it’ll all stop.”
Lucy thrashed against him, both trying to push more into the vibrations and shy away from it. The seventh one was a ripple compared to the previous, but felt so fucking good all the same.
“N-No more, please,” Lucy breathed, her thoughts scrambled, punch-drunk.
“You owe me one more, Doll,” Tim propped himself over Lucy, his arms keeping them from touching skin to skin. He looked down at her like she was a wonder, the most precious treasure that he could possess.
“I can’t… I can’t…”
“You can, baby. You can take it, can’t you?” Tim assured her, reaching up to cup her face in his hand, thumb brushing away the errant tear that had leaked. “You so can. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you? And good girls get my come. You want my come, right?”
Lucy gasped, tossing her head side to side. But who was she kidding? She would do anything he asked of her. Damn near anything.
“Hey,” Tim said, his voice softening. “Just say the word, Lucy, and I’ll stop.”
Lucy sucked in a couple of steadying breaths, relishing the oxygen that filled her lungs, fortifying her. “I want to be good, Sir.”
That was all she needed to say. Tim grinned widely, devilishly, and he crawled down her body to get to work.
She’ll never be able to hear a vibration again and not think of this moment. Lucy flinched when Tim fired the thing up again, though he’d lowered the setting.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, Doll,” Tim said, his voice deep, pitched low, utterly and completely sexy. “So malleable, so flushed, so fucking wet… you’re making a mess.”
Lucy moaned. She felt his calloused fingertips grazing her core, brushing butterfly light across her aching clit, and down to her sopping entrance where he promptly entered her with two thick fingers. But the intrusion wasn’t uncomfortable. The digits had slid right in, made easier, indeed, by the wetness of her arousal.
Tim pressed in to his knuckles, and while Lucy would prefer his cock, she wouldn’t complain. Tim knew how to use his fingers.
“Color?”
Jesus, how could he even ask that at this point?
“Green,” Lucy managed.
Left hand holding the vibrator, Tim rested the heel on her mound, keeping the tip of the vibe from outright contact on her clit, but just close enough she could feel it. With his right, two fingers deep, he began thrusting in and out of her, curling his fingers towards himself with every push in. He did this, thrust after thrust, until he brushed that spot inside of her that had Lucy howling again. She went wild, backing against him, but he held her in place, furiously working his hand in and out. The sucking wet sound was absolutely filthy, but it was so hot. He was going to kill her, and honestly, this wouldn’t be the worst way to go. She’d die happily from this.
This last orgasm would not be like the others. Lucy could already tell. That coiled tension began building inside of her again, slowly knotting tighter and tighter. Tim fucked her relentlessly, spearing her over and over with those thick fingers that stretched her so sweetly, playing her like a fucking fiddle, hitting that spot inside of her over and over.
Lucy didn’t think she’d be able to take much more. Her body building to something she’d never felt before.
Tim pressed the bullet vibe to her clit, and Lucy rocketed. The dual sensation of the stimulation of her clit and Tim’s fingers inside of her sent her into orbit. Her body tightened almost painfully, free falling over the cliff into hot, pleasured oblivion. She gushed over Tim’s fingers and hand, coking his palm with her release.
That was it. That was the end of Lucy Chen. She collapsed back into the bed and lay still, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion, and her body aching in the most delicious way possible. She might’ve passed out for a minute, or an hour. The next thing she became aware of was Tim’s fingers working the silk ties from her wrist, and then her ankles. He massaged his thumbs into those first, pressing to get the blood flowing properly again. He then climbed up beside her, working his fingers into one shoulder, then the other, and then both her wrists.
Tim had been right. Lucy was malleable, limp and relaxed, allowing Tim to move her wherever she needed.
“You okay?” He asked softly.
Lucy began to giggle uncontrollably.
“I’ll take that as a good sign,” Tim remarked.
Lucy’s pretty sure she can’t move her legs, but she uses her arms as leverage to turn towards where Tim had propped himself up on the headboard. Her eyes immediately fell to his lap where his cock stood up against his stomach, looking angry red and painfully hard.
“Tim…,” Lucy breathed, looking from his cock to his face. “you promised…”
As though he’d forgotten about his own needs, he glanced to where she’d been looking and seemed surprised. “Oh… shit, well, uh--,”
“You told me if I was a good girl, I’d get your come,” Lucy interrupted. “I want my come.”
Tim’s face turned from his normal softness to the harder Dom. She watched his throat work around a swallow of anticipation and excitement. “Oh yeah?” He asked, his voice back to that husky timber she couldn’t get enough of.
“Mmhmm,” Lucy hummed, biting her bottom lip.
Tim cursed, and moved, straddling her hips. “Okay, Doll. Where do you want my come?”
Lucy grazed her fingers from her belly button to the valley of her breasts, instantly loving the little hitch in Tim’s breath. “Right here’s good, don’t you think?”
“Fuck yeah,” he huffed, slowly taking himself in the hand he’d fucked her with, still glistening with her own come. “I don’t… I don’t think I’m gonna last long…”
“I’ve been waiting too long anyway,” Lucy reassured.
Tim slid his hand from root to tip, then back down, starting slowly and then quickly increasing his speed. The little grunts and deep moans he tried to hide were music to Lucy’s ears. She loved the way he sounded when he was chasing his own release, and she loved the way he sounded even more when she brought him there.
“Come on, baby,” Lucy murmured, unable to keep herself from reaching to touch the hard muscle of his stomach, tracing the ridges, and up to his pecs. “Give it to me. I want it.”
Tim collapsed forward, catching himself with his free arm. His hand was a blur, pumping his cock up and down. “Fuck… Luce… I’m gonna… M’gonna give my good girl her come… Fuck, I’m-- I’m--,” A few more of those fucking sexy breath moans and he was coming, spilling all over her stomach, and little spurts shot to between her breasts, coating her… claiming her. God, if Lucy had anymore in her, she’d probably come again at the sight of him.
When he’d milked every last shudder from himself, Tim righted himself. He gasped a couple of times, trying to catch his breath. His eyes met hers, and he grinned. Then she watched as the wheels in his head turned, and the gleam of an idea appeared. The grin turned back to that devious smirk, and he climbed off the side of the bed.
“Jesus, Doll.” He shook his head, surveying the results of their evening. His face took on an almost disappointed shadow. Tim glanced over at the alarm clock on his side of the bed, and he shook his head again. “There’s a game coming on.” Tim picked up his discarded jeans and pulled them on. “I’m gonna go watch it. In the meantime…clean up the mess you made.”
And he was gone, out into the living room. The muffled sound of the television floated back to the room. Lucy lay there, stunned.
How…How dare he?
But at the same time… Jesus that shouldn’t be hot .
Lucy remained, eyes staring up at the ceiling yet far off in her head, wondering how in the fuck Tim Bradford was real, and where had he learned to fuck like that?
When she seemed certain her legs would support her again, Lucy rolled from the bed and winced when she righted herself. She looked back at the bed, and felt the flush of embarrassment wash over her.
There was a rather large damp spot on the sheets, and her body was sticky with Tim’s come.
Padding into the bathroom, Lucy turned the nozzle to the shower. She cranked the temperature as hot as she could stand, and stepped under the spray. A little part of her didn’t want to wash the mess, but she did, and to replace Tim’s mark, she used some of his body wash.
Once out, she slipped on a clean pair of panties and snuck into Tim’s closet to steal his King’s jersey. He’d introduced her to hockey, and she had to admit she rather enjoyed the sport. The jersey was a little scratchy against her bare skin, eclipsing her body, but it smelled like his detergent.
She found him in the living room, sitting in the center of the couch, eyes glued to the TV where a Dodgers game played. His knees were spread, a casual position to the casual observer, but he looked like a damn demigod, all bronzed skin and hard muscle, linear jaw and full lips. But maybe, just maybe, she loved his eyes the best. Because when they looked at her, Lucy felt she could see the past, present, and future in them.
Tim glanced in her direction for a second, looked to the TV, and did a double take. Those eyes of his raked over her body, from her toes to the top of her head. He shifted, looking back at the TV with feigned disinterest.
Lucy grinned. Two could play this game. And she most certainly hadn’t done what he’d told her. To clean up her mess.
She crossed the room to where he sat and promptly deposited herself in his lap. Legs on either side of him, Lucy dipped down to trace her mouth along the column of his neck, just pressing the lightest of kisses. Her hands pressed into his chest, grazing lightly against his skin.
“M’trying to watch the game here,” Tim muttered, trying and failing to sound stern.
“I know.”
“Doll, can you get off me so I can watch the game?”
“Mmm…no.”
“Did you clean up your mess like I told you too?”
His hands curled around her hips, holding her tightly to him, to the point she couldn’t get off him even if she’d wanted.
“Mmm…nope.” She switched to the other side of his neck, sealing her lips at his pulse and sucking lightly. Maybe she wanted to leave a little mark there. He’d be annoyed, but Lucy knew he secretly loved it.
“So…you don’t do what I ask…you’re wearing my jersey without permission…and you’re distracting me from the game?” Tim would’ve sounded convincingly put out, yet again, if he didn’t sound so breathy.
“This is what happens when you don’t let me touch,” Lucy replied.
“Well… then I guess we’ll just have to see what happens when I don’t let you come for a week.”