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RILEY

Oh, my God. The feel of his wet tongue and the suction of his mouth on my fingers was the most erotic thing ever. I was wet, so, so wet for him. It was like my vagina had a leak or something because my thighs were coated.

My pussy ached, my clit literally throbbed with need for this man. Why? It was as if my libido had a switch that had been turned off until him. That the reason I hadn’t been into kissing Matt Hutchins in eleventh grade or making out with Ethan Zibarsky last year was because I’d had no interest. None. Like with Tyler, there’d been nothing. I never got achy or wet .

But one deep growly command from Cody McIntire, and I was sopping wet. Needy. God, I craved everything he talked about and more. Instantly, I pictured him silencing me with his dick in my mouth. With him licking my arousal from the source. Both possibilities, and others, worked for me.

I never, ever imagined I’d be turned on by a throat fuck, but then again, I never expected to literally drip for Tyler’s dad. That didn’t even include the fact that he chased me when I ran. That he came after me and caught me. I’d felt the steel beam in his pants as he held me against his body. All that was before he tied me to the bed.

Tied. Me. To. The Bed.

Clearly, I had a previously unknown kidnap kink. A capture kink. A need to be dominated. An older man fetish. A shifter need although I wasn’t going to think too much about that right now. The whole mate thing was mind boggling, but whatever. What… the fuck… ever because a hot, experienced man was sucking my pussy juices from my fingers. Should I let this go on? I’d told him I didn’t want to be fucked, and he knew I lied. Now he knew for sure because I was like a Slip and Slide down there, and I was writhing and moaning like a porn star. Just from my fingers in his mouth .

Was I insane for changing my mind? Was Cody that good? Of course, he was. He’d supposedly been with every available woman in town. No doubt they all responded to him the same way I was.

Did I care? Not if he kept up what he was doing. God, his mouth alone felt so insanely good. How he’d… get a taste from the source, and that meant I’d get an insane orgasm–with a guy. It’d happen, I’d know what it was like and then get on with my life. I may have wanted the picket fence lifestyle, but I was also realistic. Was his chase and mate thing one of his go-to moves? Was he saying his same-old, same-old lines? I had to remind myself I wasn’t going to get anything special with Cody because I was sure he said the same things to all the girls.

It was time I put on my big girl panties–or took them off–and reminded myself what this was. Fun. And a heck of a lot of kink.

People had sex after meeting at a bar. Or through a dating app. There were even ones just for hookups alone. Where people intended to fuck and forget, maybe not even share real names. Why couldn’t I do that now with a guy who I knew was safe? Okay, maybe safe- ish . Who wanted me. Who knew what he was doing. Who clearly, based on the impressive bulge, a big dick. He sure as heck had the energy to match.

I was nineteen. I wanted sex. Wanted to have a man-made orgasm. Wanted to know what it was like. Maybe Cody was right, that Matt and Ethan and Tyler were boys.

Watching Cody lick clean my fingers was so carnal. Seeing the rope around the wrist he held reminded me I didn’t have a choice. No, I did. He wasn’t going to do anything without my consent. He’d said that. Except those words and the rope were contradictions. The fact that he wasn’t going to take what wasn’t freely offered even though I was tied to his bed was reassuring. Liberating.

He wanted to do all kinds of filthy things to me, and I had a choice. I could go with what made me hot and pretend he wasn’t giving me one. That I really was captured, that I really was bound to a bed to slake his needs.

Holy shit, that was hot. This was probably a bad idea, but it was a bad idea with orgasms. He’d figure out I wasn’t his mate or say just kidding! or whatever, and I’d be back in the college dating pool with my V-card punched and realistic expectations of future lovers. Why lose it with a little fumbling and awkwardness when I could have… holy hell… THIS .

The whole mate thing made no sense, but I understood what a hard dick meant. Cody wanted me. Me!

I could use him. He was Tyler’s dad. There was nothing real here. We’d have today. Now. Then we’d be done. I’d no longer be a virgin, know what real sex was like.

It wasn’t complicated if I didn’t make it that way.

I’d have sex with Cody then move on. “I lied. I want this. Please,” I whispered, wanting to finally lose my virginity. He’d make it good. He’d make it naughty. I just never knew I wanted it like that.

He stopped sucking. Kept hold of my wrist but slipped my fingers from his mouth.

His heated gaze held mine. “Please, what, sugar?” His voice was deeper and rougher, like a thundering landslide.

“Please do what you said.”

“What did I say?”

I licked my lips, and I watched him watch. His eyes changed from blue to amber. They practically glowed.

“That you’d taste me from the source.” Then fuck me.

“Your sweet cunt.”

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I nodded and squirmed. I couldn’t rub my thighs together because he was straddling them .

“I ran away,” I admitted. “I lied about being wet.”

His eyes narrowed, studying me, seemingly adapting on the fly. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

I bit my lip because I’d never been called that before, especially not in this way. I nodded. “I know. You even had to tie me up. I can’t get away.”

Oh my God, what was I saying?

He shifted on the bed, reaching for the waistband of my leggings and slowly tugging them down, baring me to him one inch at a time. After flinging them onto the floor, he settled his broad shoulders between my thighs. He pushed up the short hem of my t-shirt, so my breasts were exposed. I looked down at him, his handsome face between my legs. “And you don’t want to. I’m going to eat your pussy, sugar. A real man’s going lick you clean, and then you’re going to cream all over again. I’ll make you come. And you’ll take it. Take whatever I give.”

All I could do was nod because yes, please .

“Anyone ever been here before?” he asked, his breath fanning over my heated skin.

I shook my head, barely breathing.

“Fuck,” he murmured. He closed his eyes briefly, then his mouth was on me.

“Oh shit!” I cried, my head falling back on the pillow .

His tongue. It licked, swiped, and learned every inch of my sensitive flesh. He found my clit and sucked, making my hips arch. His hands settled on my inner thighs, held them wide.

I’d never felt anything like it. Never imagined I’d be so open and exposed for someone. Hell, this was Mr. McIntire!

My hand, the one with the bound wrist, went to his hair. Tugged, then pushed him into me because it felt so good. Like little flicks of fire. Licks of… oh my God.

When I felt a finger circle my entrance, I clenched and came. And screamed. And thrashed. And gushed all over his face.

“Cody!” I cried.

Against my pussy, I felt his growl. Felt his need. He didn’t let up, instead he did the opposite. One finger slid into me and curled to–

“CODY!” I yelled. It was a good thing we were in the woods. Neighbors would call the police with how loud I was. God, the police. My dad.

“Another,” Cody murmured as he kept rubbing some amazing spot inside me. Thoughts of my father… of anything, fled.

I rocked my hips into his face trying to keep the delicious feeling going and going and– “There. There. There. ”

Instead of continuing, he eased up. I lifted my head and looked to him. “Why… why did you–”

His beard was coated, coated, in me. His lips practically glistened. “I’m in charge of this pussy, sugar. It’s mine. All mine.”

“Okay, fine. Your pussy, just make me come,” I snapped, very cranky for him to continue. We were playing sex games. The whole capture thing. The bad girl. The whole possessiveness streak. I’d play along if it got me an orgasm.

He lowered his head and returned to his task. It didn’t take long, he was that good. I came again, then once more, on a whimper. Then I lost count.

“Such a naughty virgin,” he murmured, as I passed out from pleasure.