Used Ch. 02

"Oh Jesus, you're wet." He pulled her closer, kissing her. Against her mouth he whispered, "so fucking wet."

She gave into his kiss, relaxed into his body, straddled him wantonly and started unbuckling his belt to get to the button on his jeans.

"Let's go to your bedroom," he whispered, and she smiled, nodded, and extricated herself from his grip. He watched her stand and straighten her skirt. A nervous gesture made all the more adorable by the fact that he was about to either take it off of her or push it up and out of his way and they both knew it.

He stood and took her hand and they made their way into the bedroom. She stopped just inside the doorway and he moved in behind her, pressing his cock against her bottom and running his hands up her sides until he had a breast cupped in each hand and he was nibbling at her ear. Esme wiggled her ass against him and he responded by grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it up and over her head. She wore a pale pink bra under the sweater and the delicate lace against her olive skin made his pulse jump. He unzipped her skirt and caught the tops of her hose with his thumbs, pushing the tights down her legs. When he bent to finish the job and get the tights off of her feet he could smell the sweetness of her pussy.

Her panties were lacey and pink and looked so good he couldn't bare to take them off of her yet. Instead he slid a hand between her legs and moved them to the side, sliding a finger into her silky warm pussy. She pressed into his finger and he could feel her need, and she almost purred when he stroked his now slick finger over her clitas he knelt behind her. Her knees started to shake and he decided to move her to the queen sized bed in the middle of the room.

"How do you want it?" he asked, guiding her down onto her hands and knees on the bed so that he had the full view of her ass and pussy and the backs of her thighs. He finished the job of getting his jeans off while she waited for him on her hands and knees, prone.

Barry unbuttoned his shirt and pushed down his boxer-briefs, keeping an eye on her while he disrobed, watching the way she rocked back and forth, ever-so-slightly, a feint replication of the back and forth thrusting of sex.

"I want you inside me," she said, her voice tight with anticipation. He kneeled behind her on the bed, rested a hand on her hip and slid his cock up the inside of her thigh. She drew a sharp breath.

"Please fuck me."

And he wanted to, was about to slide inside her in one smooth thrust when his attention was drawn to her bureau. On top of it were some accessories. Hair clips, jewelry, and what looked to be folded scarves. He held his cock still just outside of her waiting pussy. "Can I tie you up, baby? I wanna tie you to the bed."

She stilled, seeing an opportunity. "You can if you can hold me down long enough to get me strapped down." He could hear the smile in her voice.

"Is that a challenge?" he asked, already picturing overpowering her, pinning her down and fucking her hard.

She moved forward, away from him, and rolled over so that she was laying on her back looking up at his, dark curls splayed over the blue-green bedspread. She slid one long leg down beside each of his hips and clamped, pulling him down. He relented and positioned himself on top of her, between her thighs. He lowered his head, already thinking about forgetting the games and sliding inside of her.

When he trailed his kisses down her neck she said, quite innocently, "We would need a safe word. Just in case, you know...one of us wanted to call it off."

His cock throbbed at the suggestion, at the realization that she wanted it. Wanted him to hold her down, to tie her up and fuck her.

"What's the safe word? No? Stop?"

She smiled a teasing, enchanting full smile that melted his heart a little bit. "Of course not. I might need those words for other things. How about 'parakeet'?"

"You'll be saying no?"

She gave him a look like he was a little bit simple. "Unless you don't want to...wrestle...I mean, I don't have to fight back. If you just want to tie me up, that's okay, too, I—"

"Parakeet it is," he said, and he was off her in one swift move and moving toward the bureau for the scarves. There were only two of them, he'd have to hold her legs himself. When he turned back to the bed she was scampering to her knees, moving toward the edge of the bed as if to make her escape.

He made it back to the bed before she could exit, pushed her back easily enough onto the covers. "Wait. I don't want to hurt you. How bad, I mean, how hard... what's your pain tolerance?"

"That's what the safe word is for," she said. And then she slapped him.

Barry's body stiffened with the blow. The base of her palm caught him in the mouth, and his teeth did the work she hadn't intended, cutting his lip open. He tasted blood and put a hand to his mouth, reflexively. Stunned, he sat for a moment, unsure of what to do. While he was distracted, Esme's knee found his ribs and pulled him out of his shock. Barry grabbed her as she was rolling away from him, toward the edge of the bed.

Barry's grip was too light on her arm, and she shook him off easily. Her progress toward the edge of the bed when he buried a hand in her hair, tugging her back toward him while he tried to get his bearings. This had seemed like a good idea at first but her sharp intake of breath when he pulled her back by the hair gave him second thoughts. He couldn't see her face, which made it harder to gauge her reaction. Worried, he loosened his grip and was thanked with an elbow in the gut.

"Fuck!" he spat, grabbing her by the arms and forcing her face down toward the bed. She squirmed and bucked, her legs bending at the knee in an effort to land a kick to his thighs. To keep his groin safe, he positioned himself between her legs, putting some of his weight on her back while he worked at holding both her wrists in one of his hands.

"Does this make you feel like a big man?" she asked, turning her head in an effort to look back at him. "Overpowering a woman? Does this make you hot?"

His ribs throbbed and his breath coming at some expense to his comfort. He bent over, licked up the length of her spine from between her shoulder blades to the base of her hairline.

"Is that how you get women to fuck you?" she said, only the tremble in her voice betraying her body's reaction to his tongue. "You hold them down?"

Barry smiled at her attempts to rile him, buried his nose in her hair and breathed her in. "You're going to love it," he said, kissing her as he reached for a scarf.

"You gonna make me love it, tough guy?" She renewed her struggle when she realized he'd grabbed a restraint, tried to get at least one wrist free from his hand. It should have been easy, might have been if his hands were just a little bit smaller.

"You're acting like you love it," he said, responding to the way she rocked her ass back into his cock, pressing her panty-clad bottom into him. She caught the side of his right thigh with her heel and Barry grunted in pain.

"Little bitch," he muttered, only half kidding. He widened the space between his knees, pushing her legs farther apart and diminishing her ability to kick back at him with any force. Giving up on the idea of tying her to the bed, he decided he could settle on binding her wrists together. She continued her efforts to pull away but had to stop struggling when he pushed his chest against her back, forcing the air from her lungs. He had to tie her wrists without the benefit of sight, but when he finished she struggled against the knot and it held tight. She twisted, going from calm to frantic. "No, not like this, use both scarves, tie me to the bed."

"Ssh," he said, running his now free hands up her sides, sliding them underneath her to cup her breasts.

"Seriously, Barry, please. This hurts." She thrashed and strained, trying to work her arms free.

Barry slid his hands down her sides until his hands were on her hips. She had slid forward in the tussle and he jerked her hips up to reposition her ass in the air.

"My shoulders, Barry, this hurts my neck."

His right hand followed the delicate pink lace of her panty line diagonally across her ass cheek and, when he reached the damp fabric between her legs, he slipped his hand inside her panties. He made a fist around the fabric the separated him from her pussy and yanked. He heard a satisfying rip as the lace gave way. Esme jumped a little and renewed her struggle against the scarf as Barry let his knuckles skim over her pussy. His fingers came away damp and glistening. She wiggled away, putting distance between them, but he used his other hand to pull her back as he straightened out two of his fingers on the hand between her thighs.

Barry's fingers slid inside her. She grunted in satisfaction and squirmed against his hand, frustrated and wanting more. After a moment Esme regained her composure. "Get your hands off me," she scooted forward and away from him again.

Barry leaned forward, threw an arm around her so that her neck was cradled in his elbow. "How about you shut your fucking mouth. We're going to use your mouth later, don't worry. Why don't you let it rest, now?"

"You're choking me," she whined, unable to do anything except try to hit him with her tied hands. "I can't breathe."

"If you can talk, you can breathe." Barry ran one free hand down the length of her body, in between her legs he dipped his finger into her wet hole, brought it back to her lips aand offered the finger, slick with her juices, to her. She sucked his finger into her mouth and closed her teeth around his knuckle, then closed her lips and sucked. Barry sucked the lobe of her ear, mimicking her motions, until his mouth came away and he was dragging his teeth down her neck. He alternated between nibbling and kissing her skin, then closed his mouth and sucked on the skin, marking her. Esme released his finger and let own an involuntary moan as he moved down her throat and then further, down her back, only pausing where her arms were tied behind her back. After quickly repositioning himself under the roadblock, Barry nibbled and sucked and kissed his way down until he came to her ass, which he squeezed and massaged with his hands before using his thumbs to push her cheeks apart.

He looked hungrily at the puckered hole, but closed his mouth over her pussy, dragging his bottom teeth gently across her clit as he plunged his tongue into her hot pussy. She tasted sweet and he lapped at her, hungrily, while he continued his exploration of her ass. He used his thumbs to spread her cheeks wider, exposing her tight little asshole to the cool air in the bedroom. She moaned almost uncontrollably as his tongue plunged inside of her. He opened his mouth wider and gently dragged his bottom teeth across her clit again and again, until she was on the verge of tears because of the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. Every muscle in her body trembled as she gasped for air and Barry could feel control being chipped away. He needed to be inside her, to slide inside her in one smooth thrust. His cock started to throb as he thought about the feel of her, so many months ago.

Esme closed her eyes and focused on the feelings his mouth was eliciting. Each time his thumbs got closer to her ass she prayed he would slide one in. She had never wanted anyone in her ass as badly as she wanted to feel his finger inside her. She bucked her hips, rocking toward his face to a quickening internal tempo. She felt one of his hands leave her ass, but he slid his thumb inside her slick pussy and distracted her from the disappointment. She tried to look back over her shoulder at what he was doing, but it only worsened the crook in her neck.

Barry was positioning himself for entry behind her just when she felt some give in the knot around her wrists. The knot had not come loose, but the fabric of the scarf had stretched and allowed her to tug a hand free. The penetration with his thumb was maddeningly brief, but soon his thick, hard cock was buried inside her pussy.

"Oh, fuck," they said in unison. Barry's fingers dug into her hips, but it didn't seem to be a reaction to her getting out of the restraint. He was unaware she was no longer bound, but he held her so tight the bite of his nails were breaking the skin. She clawed at his fingers desperately but, just starting to pump inside her, he didn't notice. As he worked her from behind, he plunged a finger into her ass, almost punishingly. She cried out at the unexpected penetration and was pushed closer. He stabbed his thumb into her, punishingly.

With her arms free Esme was able to make it up on all fours and crawl away from him. She got far enough out of his grasp that his cock slipped out of her, calling attetion to the fact that she was free and on the move.

He flipped her onto her back and she responded by clawing at his chest, grabbing him by the cock and pulling him in between her legs. She maneuvered the head of his cock against the wet, warm opening between her thighs and he moaned at the pressure of her hand wrapped around his erection. The tip of his cock pressed against her pussy and his cock and her hand glistened, coated with her juice. She was sopping wet.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, her grip tightening on his cock. Almost instinctively, his hand went to her throat. She smiled and licked her lips, pulling him closer, letting the first inch of him into her. He pushed in hard and fast, sheathing himself inside her, trapping her hand between them. Esme pulled her hand away, clenched her fist against the sting of the crush.

"That hurt," she said, shaking out her hand. Barry raised an eyebrow and she smile ruefully, her brown eyes teasing. She wrapped her legs around his hips to keep him close even as she dragged her nails down his back, this time taking away skin. Barry cried out, more at the shock of it than the sting, and tightened his grip on her neck. She had no choice but to claw instead at his hand, which was just as uncomfortable but at least predictable. When she seemed to really start to struggle with breathing he eased off, but only slightly.

Barry let his other hand wander down between them, where he teased her clit until she was moaning and straining toward him, aching for him to put out the fire between her legs. His strokes tantalized her, and her own hips were drawn up with his backstroke, as if being lured. He kissed her suddenly, passionately. An almost brutal kiss, he bit at her mouth as he rocked into her harder, rougher. She forced her eyes open so she could watch him kiss her. There was a dark, hungry expression to them. She whimpered against his cruel biting kisses.

"Are you ready to say uncle?" he asked. He took care to avoid her clit, wanting to keep her away from the release she craved. His breathing was ragged against her mouth, and he smelled and tasted of liquor.

"Fuck you, you smug prick," she replied in a throaty whisper.

Barry smiled and lowered his face to her breasts, pulling down one of the lacy pink cups and closing his lips around one pert nipple and sucking. She turned her head from side to side, moaning. He tugged at her nipple with his teeth, his body tensing and tightening. On the verge of cumming, he pulled out of her hot, sweet cunt and started stroking the length of his cock up and down against her clit. Her head fell back and her knees fell open as she offered herself to him. He alternated between single penetrating strokes and strokes against her clit until she cried out and her pussy started pulsing around his cock as she came. Barry stayed inside her, rode out her orgasm and the powerful waves as her pussy convulsed and she came apart beneath him.

It was all he could do not to cum. He held out, until she was done writhing and her moans of pleasure were just mews of contentment. Then he renewed his thrusting. It was only a matter of seconds and he pulled out before the moment of release, painting her hips and pussy and neatly groomed hair with the thick, white finale. Her flat stomach took a little, an errant string hit the pink lace of her bra and the exposed nipple, but most found its way between her slender thighs, the milky white liquid pale against her tanned olive skin.

He tongue peeked out to taste some that had landed on those perfect lips, and Baryr could feel something stirring again in his groin, watching her teeth scrape her bottom lip as she sucked him off her mouth.

He moved between her legs, gave her clit one last lap and brought the evidence of the deed, their mingled fluids, to her on a kiss. She opened her mouth to his tongue and shared in their taste. Barry collapsed next to her as she used the discarded scarf to wipe of the most unwieldy of his cum, then rolled over onto him. He winced as she laid an arm across his chest, where the scratches were visible both because of the angry pink welts and, in some areas, some blood spotting.

"Are you okay?" Esme asked, feeling awkward after trying something new.

"Yeah, no, that was great. That was really hot. Did I hurt you?"

"No. I mean a little." Barry's face fell, and she backtracked as quickly as she could. "A good hurt though. A sexy hurt." She kissed his wide, broad chest, finally having the opportunity to notice his sculpted body. The last time he'd had her he'd had his clothes on, had just pushed his pant down and taken her against Ben's kitchen counter. The memory sent ripple of pleasure through her body, and the feeling pooled in her pussy.

"So you liked it?"

"I loved it."

Barry smiled, and relaxed into the pillow, trying not to think about whether any ribs were broken.

"And I'd love not doing it again, too," she qualified, tentatively. A wave of relief washed over Barry, and he gathered her into his arms and kissed the top of her head tenderly. "Me, too."