Page 8 of Tied up in Knots (Gummy Bear Orgy #4)

I don’t mind being held down by him

Warren wasn’t joking when he said we weren’t done. After blowing my fucking mind on his kitchen counter, he carried me to his bed and made me orgasm two more times, with only his mouth and fingers. Both of which are just as talented as his cock.

I’m nearly dead from all the pleasure but he still hasn’t come. I can tell he wants to, that he needs to. A few times he had to grip his length and breathe deeply for a minute before continuing.

I can’t believe I’m in Warren’s bed and he’s naked and I am becoming very familiar with all parts of him.

Every part of him is beautiful. I want to just sit and stare at his naked body for hours.

Then touch his naked body for hours. Then kiss him for hours.

Longer than hours. I would kill for years with Warren like this.

I’ll have to settle for memories of this night because that’s all I’ll ever have.

We’ve made a mess of his bed, the blue comforter is crumpled to the side and the white sheets are all wrinkled beneath me.

I’ve just recovered from my last orgasm and Warren is kneeling over me stroking himself slowly.

I want to taste him like he tasted me. If tonight is all I’ll have, I want it all.

Leaning up on my elbow I reach out and take him in hand and slip his hot hard length between my lips without hesitation.

Warren hisses and groans as I pull him deeper into my throat.

I can’t take all of him, but my hand grips his base and I bob up and down his length, stroking up his shaft with every retreat of my mouth.

He looks down at me reverently as if memorizing every suck and lick.

I pop my mouth off his cock and lick up the thick vein on the underside, circling the head and gently running my teeth over his tip.

“Alright. That’s enough. I can’t take anymore,” he proclaims, forcing me to release his cock.

I squeak when he playfully pushes me back onto the bed, my upper body bouncing slightly on impact.

He’s positioned between my legs and presses the length of his body to mine the moment I’m on my back.

His mouth seeks mine, just as it has every time he’s close enough.

Kissing Warren is a drug I’m finding myself quickly addicted to.

The withdrawals are going to be hell. Do they have rehab for kiss addicts?

I’m so wet between my legs he has no issue pressing easily inside me.

It’s a lot smoother than the first time, but just as good.

He’s a lot bigger than the guys I’ve been with before.

All hard muscles and flexing abs. His movements are always precise and perfect, hitting every spot I need him to.

He reads my body like a road map and follows all the directions it gives him.

We both groan loudly when he’s fully inside me, pressing his face to the crook of my neck and sucking hard. It’s a good thing it’s getting colder, and I’ll be wearing sweaters and scarves, because I will no doubt have one or two marks left by him in the morning.

He bites on the flesh of my shoulder, and I suck in a breath.

The sting of pain mixes deliciously with the pleasure his cock is giving.

He reaches up and grips both of my wrists above my head with one large hand.

I don’t mind being held down by him. I like it even.

Knowing he wants me right where I am and under his control. I fucking love it.

My back arches and he slips his free hand to the small of my back then lower, cupping one ass cheek.

Urging me forward as he thrusts inside me.

Eager to find his release but drawing out the movement in long strokes.

Our bodies find a natural rhythm, perfectly in sync, as if we’ve known each other in and out for years.

I suppose we have, just not on such an intimate level.

Warren drives deep inside, reaching my very essence. I want him to shatter and feel everything he’s been making me feel all night. I want to see it so badly I can’t think of anything else.

His eyes find mine and stay there, his forehead resting against my own.

I watch his expression as it shifts. Soft desire turns into determination spurring on his movements as his pace increases.

Pupils dilate as his orgasm builds. I can feel my own growing again.

I never knew I could come so many times in one night, but Warren is proving there are many things he can make my body do and feel that I never expected.

Desire, lust, blissful pleasure, gratitude…love.

When his jaw clenches, I know he’s close, but he still won’t let himself fall over that edge.

“Come for me Warren. I want to feel it,” I plead, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock pulse and throb inside me and hear him as he comes.

“Not yet. Not until you come on my cock again, I need to feel it first,” he states with that determined look in his eye.

“Then make me come,” I challenge him.

Oh my god, I just told Warren to make me come.

I never thought I would utter such words and here I am just acting all sultry and sexy and saying things like make me come.

Who the hell am I? I’ve never said anything like that to a man before.

But this isn’t just any man, this is Warren, the guy I’ve fawned over for years in silent longing.

The guy who beat up a boy in high school for spreading gossip about popping my cherry.

He’s so much more than any guy I’ve ever slept with.

I never wanted them to the point of obsession.

His hand on my ass clenches and he tilts me one way as his hips go another and he hits that spot deep inside no man has ever found before and I shatter. Screaming in pleasure, I feel him finally allow himself release.

His hips press hard against mine and I can feel his cock inside me pulsing and twitching and it only elongates my own climax.

“Fucking hell Bambi. Yes,” he growls against my chest, burying his face in my boobs.

Every muscle in his body contracts and tightens as he stills inside me waiting for every last throb of his climax to subside.

The hand holding mine above my head loosens and I slip my arms around his shoulders and hold him to me, not wanting to let him go yet.

He wraps both arms around my back and lets some of his weight rest on me, trapping me in his hold, just as tight as my own.

Neither of us wants to let go or separate.

I’m not stupid. I know I can’t stop him from leaving.

No matter how much I want to. I always knew it would be the case if I were to get involved with him.

We both silently accept this for what it is while we hold each other.

One night. One time to be with each other and hold these memories for the years to come.

Tears begin to well behind my closed eyes but I won’t allow myself to cry.

Not here, not now. I don’t want to ruin this night or make him feel guilty for leaving.

I’ll save them for when he’s gone. When the nights are long, cold, and dark and I know he’s out there happy. And possibly with another woman.

Much to my delight, Warren doesn’t kick me out after our sexcapade is over.

Instead, he pulls me close, still completely nude, and cuddles with me.

Engulfing me in his warmth, I don’t fight it when I fall asleep in his arms, rocked to a peaceful sleep by the gentle swaying of the boat.

I always liked being on the water. I find it calming and centering. I am a water sign after all.

?

Dull, grey morning light creeps in through the small windows in Warren’s room.

With the oncoming winter and lack of sunlight I don’t have a clue what time it could be, as I peer sleepily through slitted eyes.

It could be six in the morning or two in the afternoon.

There’s no knowing without checking a clock or my phone.

Which I don’t have because I left it in my room in Gigi’s house.

The heavy arm slung over my waist is attached to an even larger body that’s practically wrapped around me from behind. Spooning with Warren is a next level experience to wake up to.

I ignore the dawning, or already dawned, day settling back against Warren’s chest, the coarse hair of his beard rubbing against the back of my neck. If he’s not ready to get up yet, then neither am I. Detaching from him will only make the loss real.

Sadly, there’s only so long you can pretend to be asleep before it becomes obvious, and reality takes over.

Warren stirs behind me, and I can hear him take in a deep breath. No doubt preparing himself to tell me to get the hell out and never speak of this again. Even though I knew it was coming, it still stings.

“Bambi.” His voice is quiet and reverent but also sorrowful. It’s good to know I’m not the only one suffering in the light of day.

“You can stay as long as you like, but I do have some things I need to do today. You’re more than welcome to help me organize supplies. I wouldn’t say no to the help.”

Basically, his way of saying we’re still friends but what we did last night has no bearing on the future. Got it.

“No thanks. I should probably get to the shop today.” I try to play off the awkward morning after as easily as he does, but I’m not as convincing.

His arm tightens around me for a long moment and he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, before disentangling himself from me.

“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your books. I know that you care about them more than your own life,” he jokes.

He’s not far off, I do care about my books very highly, and I’d gladly run into a burning building to save them. They are paper after all, they burn fast and easy.

Warren’s lighthearted joking makes it easier to get out of bed.

I have to wrap myself in the sheet and hunt around the bedroom and kitchen for my clothes.

We’re both quiet as we dress, but it’s a comfortable silence.

It doesn’t get awkward again till we’re in the kitchen and it’s time for me to leave.

My fingers tangle in my hair trying to get it to appear somewhat like I wasn’t manhandled and fucked all night, as I try to find the courage to speak.

“So,” I begin a bit unsteadily. “Do we just pretend like everything’s normal, and nothing happened?”

He stops prepping his coffee and turns to face me, an unreadable expression on his face. Like he’s trying to figure out if he really wants that or not.

With slow measured movements, Warren crosses the small space and slides a hand around my neck, stroking a thumb across my cheek in a way that feels more than just friendly.

“Nothing will ever be normal again, and I could never forget last night.” He pauses before the inevitable but I know is coming. “But I’m still leaving. And what we did was just for us. It can’t be anything more.”

Leaning in close, he presses a heartbreakingly tender kiss to my lips, lingering long enough to make me reconsider his offer to stay. Maybe I could convince him that last night wasn’t enough. Before I can slip my hands inside his pants and start convincing, he pulls away.

“You’re one of my best friends Bambi, that won’t change, but we can’t be anything more. You’d be better off with someone else.”

I don’t really know what he means by I’d be better off with someone else. Wouldn’t I be best with the person I love and who loves me? Well, I don’t know if he loves me. Probably not. At least not any more than as a good friend. Not enough to stay.

My heart breaks knowing I’m not enough for him. Being with me is not enough for him. This life in this city is not enough for him. He’s always wanted more and now he’s finally getting it.

For a girl who constantly reads, you would think I could come up with something to say, but my vast encyclopedia of words fails me. So, I just nod and mumble, “I’ll see you later then.”

Warren doesn’t argue or attempt to convince me to stay.

The next week is going to be hell.