Bind Me (Roommate Romance #2) Read online

  I’ve only known Chaz for about a month and, obviously, I already wanted to sleep with him. I wanted to run my fingers through that golden brown hair of his. I wanted to trail my tongue down his lean body, dipping with each curve of his defined muscles. I wanted to see that tattoo…

  My thoughts were interrupted when Chaz stood up with my panties in his hand. He leveled his gaze with mine and smiled that same I-have-a-secret grin as he brought the tiny lace garment up to his nose and sniffed—his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he grunted with satisfaction.

  I couldn’t believe he just sniffed my panties. What was even more shocking was how mother-loving erotic his audacious act was.

  “You smell so damn good, Lil. I can’t wait to taste you. But that is for another day,” he said as he pulled me against him once more and continued kissing me, interrupting my thoughts and making me completely breathless in the process.

  The skillful way he controlled my body was proof I was going to thoroughly enjoy every moment of our little basement adventure. With his arms wrapped securely around mine, I couldn’t care less if someone would have walked in at that moment and caught us in the act. I knew, with him, everything was going to be okay.

  Just as our kiss deepened further, I brought my hands to his shoulders, practically digging my fingernails into his nice shirt. Without breaking our lip lock, Chaz grabbed both my wrists and brought them behind my back in a hasty, forceful motion.

  Without warning, I felt my wrists being bound by cloth—I’m only assuming I was being bound by my panties he just removed moments before—mainly because that is all he had in his hands at the time.

  “Oh God, yes!” I gasped against his ear as he sucked on the most tender part of my neck. Leave it to him to improvise and still manage to find a way to bind me in our limited surroundings.

  My hands being entwined behind my back caused my breasts to stick out further, making them more accessible to his awaiting lips. His kisses trailed down my bare neckline—the wet sensation of his tongue tracing the swell of my breasts made a moan escape my mouth in a sound of pure ecstasy.

  Within moments, he lowered his head, closed his mouth over a nipple, and began sucking hard while he teased the other with his thumb. My breath escaped in a hiss as pleasure exploded through my body. It was all I could do not to cry out with the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive breasts. Having a man suck on my tits was, by far, the most erotic sensation. The feeling was such a tease and, undeniably, my biggest turn-on.

  “God, I love your breasts,” he murmured as he switched to the other nipple and began his tantalizing assault with his tongue.

  Despite my attempts at staying quiet, a long, evocative moan escaped my lips and filled the dark room with the sounds of my pleasure as his tongue continued toying with my nipple. He grazed the sensitive bud with his teeth, nibbling and teasing ever so lightly—just enough to drive me wild.

  The sharp, tormenting feel of his warm, wet mouth on me caused me to whimper. My body involuntarily pushed further into his arms, desperate to feel more of his tantalizing tongue against my skin.

  He slowly pecked and licked his way back up to my mouth, devouring me again and laving at me with his tongue.

  “You like being mine. I can tell,” he mumbled against my mouth.

  I was too breathless to respond. He then backed away, leaving me standing naked and bound in the middle of the room while he searched for something. Moments later, he came back with a round cushion, similar to one you would find on a barstool.

  After laying the cushion gently in front of my feet, he placed his hands on my shoulders and coaxed me down until I was kneeling comfortably on the soft surface. I looked up at his towering form with wide eyes, wondering what his plans were for me. The sight of him looking down at me, and the possibilities of our little venture, made my stomach flutter with desire.

  As I knelt there watching his every move with expectation, Chaz began to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves and roll them up, allowing the defined muscles of his forearms to show. He then began unbuttoning his shirt just enough that the oh-so-sexy tattoo on his left pectoral peeked from beneath the fabric. I was lucky to keep myself from drooling at the sight of the black ink tracing around his toned muscles and perfectly sculpted skin.

  “I want you to taste me, Lily. I can’t wait to feel that warm mouth of yours wrapped around every inch of my cock,” he said as he began unbuttoning his pants.

  I probably looked a little scared as I tried desperately not to appear as eager as I felt. Just the idea of pleasuring him had me trembling with anticipation. I quivered uncontrollably—my legs shaking, my mouth dry, and my senses screaming for reprieve. The thrumming of my heartbeat began to drown out the sounds of the party above us.

  “Say something,” Chaz said with a thickness to his voice—as if he was attempting to control himself. “Tell me you want this, Lil. Tell me you want me in your mouth.”

  “Yes, Chaz,” I whimpered. “I want you… please.”

  “That’s right. I could tell you’ve wanted this ever since you walked in on me,” he said with a smirk. As soon as the words poured from his lips, my stare left the bulge in his pants and met his lust-filled eyes.

  “I… I’m…” I stuttered, unsure of exactly what to say. I had no idea he even knew I had witnessed him with another girl.

  “Christ, that was hot,” he interrupted. “The fact you knew of my preferences and still wanted me—by far, the sexiest thing about you.”

  Wow. He thought my moment of sex-spying was hot? And here I thought I was the only one who got pleasure out of that moment.

  “Now, what is it that you want again, Lily? Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I want you, Chaz,” I answered in a breathless plea. “I want you in my mouth.”

  “Hell yeah, you do,” he responded while releasing his cock from his pants and immediately placing it against my waiting lips.

  I opened to him instantly, allowing him to guide his shaft into my mouth. Knowing his proclivities, I thought he would be somewhat rough and forceful. Instead, he was surprisingly gentile, allowing me to adjust to his intrusion even though I was well aware he was the one who had full control.

  His soft head breached my lips and slid along my tongue effortlessly—as if he was molded to fit in my mouth with flawless precision. I had a mouthful of hard man and I relished hearing him suck in his breath as my lips closed around his cock. A feeling of delight overcame me as his rock-hard erection pulsed in my mouth. Oh, Christ—I wanted him inside me so badly. I physically ached to feel his length inside my pussy.

  A groan rumbled through his chest as I traced the delicate top of his head and circled my tongue around the soft crease—tasting the slick dew of his arousal. His reaction increasing my confidence, I sucked him firmly into my mouth, taking him entirely.

  His thighs tightened as a shudder worked through his body and over his rigid abs. The knowledge that I affected him this way made me look up at him with adoration while continuing to roll my lips over his cock.

  He had fire in his eyes as he looked down at me with pure excitement and passion.

  I tasted him boldly, wanting to devour his essence and everything that made him this potent, powerful male standing before me. It was as if I could taste his strength beneath my tongue—totally male. I continued to enjoy the smooth texture of his head as it glided between my lips.

  “Fuck. Lily. You’re so perfect. Your mouth was meant for me,” he groaned as he fisted my hair and plunged deeper. It was as if he read my mind. I wanted him to grab onto me, control my movements, and take pleasure in the slick wetness of my mouth.

  He was gentle, yet demanding, all in the same thrust of his hips. I relaxed my throat to take him deeper, clenching my fits that were bound behind my back and holding on for dear life as he fucked my mouth.

  He continued to thrust forward in long, sensual strokes. I did my best to pay close attention to him with my tongue as he pumped in and out ov
er and over.

  He tangled his fingers into my hair tighter as his thrusts became more urgent and fast. Intensely sucking and swallowing, I leaned forward slightly and guided him deeper.

  Relaxing my throat completely, I sucked him so deep I could feel the crown touch the back of my throat. Still, I held him deep, swallowing and feeling the pulse of his length in my mouth. Closing my throat over the head of his cock with each swallow caused him to shudder with approval.

  “Goddamn, Lil. I don’t want to cum yet,” Chaz rasped desperately. I knew he didn’t want to come yet, but I could also tell he was enjoying himself way too much to pull away now.

  I looked up at him, loving the fact I affected him this way. I slowly eased up the hold my mouth had on him, letting my wet lips slide leisurely over his cock on its way out of my mouth and watching the slick shine of the soft skin around his shaft.

  Just as he calmed slightly, I began again, lunging forward and unrelentingly sucking him so deep, the little short hairs of his groin met with my nose. As his head touched the back of my throat again, I swallowed, causing him to groan loudly.

  “Shit. Ahhh…” he grunted as he threw his head back and arched toward me. He was close. He began to tremble as I vigorously picked up the pace, taking him hard into my mouth.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” Chaz scolded as he pulled out, causing the suction to break with a loud pop. “I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth. I want to fuck you.”

  His statement was so clipped and matter-of-fact—I knew it was because I almost caused him to lose control.

  Still bound, I stayed kneeling before him and attempted to catch my breath. Gently, he grabbed my arms and gestured for me to stand up. On shaking legs, I gradually stood just in time for him to devour my mouth with the most passionate kiss. It was enough to make my heart skip a few beats and all the air to completely leave my lungs.

  Withdrawing from our kiss to look into my eyes, Chaz said, “You need to remember who is in control here, Lil. I want to fuck you while everyone upstairs is wondering where we’ve gone. I want them to wonder if we’re off doing naughty things. Your little assault just now almost made me come and I would have been forced to get creative.”

  “I couldn’t help myself, Chaz. I wanted to taste more of you,” I sweetly replied, batting my eyes with feigned innocence.

  “Damn. What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” Even though it was a question, he didn’t state it as such.

  Standing on my tippy toes, I brought my lips precariously close to his and said, “I believe that is my line, Chaz.” Smiling slightly, I placed a small peck on the corner of his mouth and stood, waiting for my next command.

  “Turn around, legs apart, bend over… and brace yourself,” he said sternly and with warning. As if he sensed the slight fear in my eyes, he added, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”

  Just his tone of voice had my insides quivering. Doing as I was told, I turned and bent over, spreading my legs apart in the process. I was still wearing the heels he loved, so I couldn’t help but hope he would make sure I didn’t fall flat on my face. With my hands tied, there would be no way for me to catch myself.

  I heard him drop his pants and then felt his hands on my ass. He methodically ran his palms up my back until he reached my hair.

  Grabbing hold and wrapping my hair around his left hand while bracing my waist with his right, Chaz wrenched my head to the side, pressed his body flush against my back, and whispered hoarsely into my ear.

  “I plan on taking you hard—fucking you until you want to scream my name. You must stay quiet, no matter how hard I pound into you. Now, tell me what I want to hear, Lily,” he commanded.

  Somehow, I knew just what he wanted.

  “Take me, Chaz. I’m yours. Fuck me, please.”

  “Fuck, yeah, you’re mine,” he sternly affirmed.

  Without letting go of the strong hold he had on my hair or the firm brace he had on my waist, he was on me in an instant, forcefully slamming all the way into me. He didn’t even give my body time to acclimate to the invasion of his size as he mounted me from behind.

  Teetering in frightening high heels caused my body to lurch forward with the force of his penetration, making me cry out with an unavoidable grunt. As promised, he held onto me tight, making sure I didn’t fall as he forced his way inside my pussy.

  With the sudden penetration, I wanted desperately to scream out. Not in pain, but in pure pleasure. Pleasure so great, I thought I would come immediately with the feel of him inside me. Remembering his warning, I bit my lip and muffled my shrieks of ecstasy.

  He wasn’t gentle. The rhythm was hard and relentless. Keeping hold of my hair in one hand and holding my waist with the other, he pounded into me. The grip he had on my hair caused my head to tilt up. In this position, my attempts at keeping quiet became more difficult with each thrust.

  Boy was he right when he said he wanted to fuck me. This was pure, animalistic fucking—and I loved it.

  I gripped tighter to my bindings as he pistoned in and out, fucking me fast and hard. His rapid, sharp thrusts made loud slapping noises against my ass. I knew I would end up feeling the effects of this hard-core banging later, and the sensuality of that thought made my orgasm strain against my hold on reality.

  Letting go of my hair and gripping both of my arms tight as my hands were still bound by my panties, he pushed me further and further over the edge. The way he held me caused my back to arch, giving him the deepest access.

  “Don’t hold back, Lil. I want you to come all over me. Now!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

  The sheer ferocious tone to his voice made my orgasm brim to the surface. This was hot—potent—formidable—the fucking of my life.

  After a few more minutes and several fiery, wicked thrusts, I couldn’t hold back any longer. As if I had a switch he could flip, I abruptly detonated all over him while mumbling an incoherent version of his name and convulsing with every one of his harsh thrusts.

  Holding myself up was nearly impossible, so I allowed him to support me as he continued pounding against my ass. With his death grip in my hair once again and his other hand holding my bound arms, fatigue caused me to slip forward slightly and almost lose my balance.

  He swiftly and possessively wrapped his arm around my waist once more—holding me up as his thrusts increased with urgency and strength. Every single shove caused a new sound to escape my lips. Even though my release had come and gone, each one of his drives still felt so damn good and caused synchronized moans to leave my throat.

  I could tell he was close, but he still managed to last for several more minutes… or hours—who the fuck could tell time at this point? Just when I thought another orgasm was nearly possible for me, his fingers dug into my skin and his muscles went completely rigid around my body.

  “Oh, fuck. Lily!” he quietly roared as his release flooded me, filling my pussy with his warmth. After a few more thrusts, he suddenly stilled and collapsed onto my back, letting go of my hair and curling around me as he continued to hold me upright.

  Neither of us moved as we panted, attempting to catch our breath. In the darkness of the basement, we stood there completely sated while the gallery opening party roared above us. After a few moments, he stood up and continued to hold me tight and help me gain my balance while turning me to face him.

  I leaned into his broad chest and nuzzled my face into his muscles, noticing briefly he still wore his soft button-up shirt—slightly unbuttoned. I moaned out loud when I caught a glimpse of his tattoo. Bringing my lips to the marked shoulder, I pressed a few small, light kisses on the sexy markings.

  “Wow,” was all I could say.

  He smiled as he held me, his hands gently settled on the small of my back, just above my ass.

  I felt something trickle down my leg and managed enough strength to look down. Yeah, we were clearly a mess. Not only were we both sweaty and sticky, but now I had Chaz-semen dripping down my
leg. The situation made me chuckle.

  “What’s so funny, Lily?” he asked as he kissed the top of my head and held me close.

  “Nothing really. I just realized what a mess we are. Everyone is going to know what we’ve been up to,” I said honestly, with humor still laced in my tone. “And, my legs are shaking. I’m surprised I have the energy to even stand.”

  “That tells me I did my job well,” he responded with a teasing manner.

  I looked up into his eyes and said, “That’s the understatement of the year, Chaz.”

  His lips met mine once more before he finally backed away and pulled up his pants that were around his ankles the entire time. I knew I couldn’t muster the strength to stand without his strong arms to hold me, so I just leaned my ass against one of the covered machines and watched as he gathered my dress and brought it to me.

  Slowly and caringly, he wrapped his arms around me and untied my wrists. Now that my panties weren’t acting as shackles, he held them out and gestured for me to step in. He was actually helping me get dressed. The act was so intimate and real, it made me feel there was more to us than just this one-night fling.

  Using his shoulders to steady myself, I followed his lead and stepped into my waiting panties. Trailing the lace up my leg, he made sure to wipe up all the dripping come with the lining, causing the center to be saturated with our juices. Once they were back in place, he eased his way to a standing position and pressed his fingers against my crotch to the point where I could feel the wetness squish into me.

  “You will wear these tonight as a reminder of where I’ve been,” he instructed as he placed a light kiss on my nose.

  “Yes, Chaz,” I approved—secretly loving the possession he had over me.

  After pulling my dress over my head and thoughtfully fixing my hair, he offered me his hands and brought me against his chest. Giving me a peck on the lips and a swat on my ass, he said, “Let’s get back to the party.”

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