Unexpected Hero: An age gap forbidden romance, page 43
Chapter 42
Netflix and chill
TOMER
“Do we need popcorn for this? Tequila shots? Or better yet... tequila-soaked popcorn?”
“No, we don’t need a thing. That sounds terrible, and you’ll puke. I’ve got everything set up and ready to go. Just get your sweet ass over here.”
Lettie creeps closer to my couch, dragging her feet and looking utterly adorable. “Speak for yourself. I might need a whole bottle of tequila to watch this.”
“Nah. You’re going to be fine, sugar bear. Come sit.” I pat the tops of my thighs. “I’ll be right here with you the entire time.”
Her shoulders lift toward her ears as she fills her lungs. After she expels her breath, her face looks serene yet determined.
She was brave last night when we recorded our adventures, but a day later, she’s apprehensive.
Moments like these remind me how far she’s come. A year ago — hell, two months ago — she wouldn’t have been able to even talk about watching herself. And wearing what she wore last night was even further from possible.
She’s a butterfly, finally out of her cocoon.
Once she’s on my lap, I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close. She covers my forearms with hers and weaves our fingers together.
“I’m ready,” she announces in an airy wisp, her head facing the laptop on the coffee table in front of us.
Before I hit play, I take a moment to revel in the quiet pleasure of having her tucked in my embrace. I never thought I’d have someone to spend time with this way. As simple as it may seem to others, the mere idea that I’d be reclining on my couch with a woman like her was out of the realm of possibility. I didn’t know I could tolerate this much affection, let alone crave it.
When you’re denied love all your life, you eventually stop reaching for it.
Yet somehow, I’ve found myself holding love in my arms.
She said she loved me last night, and I know she means it.
I wanted to say it back so damn badly.
But I can’t. Not yet.
Not until I’ve come clean with her about everything.
Throat tightening, I kiss the side of her neck and inhale her sweet scent. “Happy anniversary, Lettie.”
She cricks her neck to glance at me over her shoulder. A face-splitting grin brightens her expression. “That was last night.”
“But I forgot to tell you then since you left me speechless when you waltzed in here looking like all my fantasies come to life. Speaking of forgetting, I have your gift in the other room. Don’t let me forget again tonight.”
She rolls her eyes. “Good call. Put the girl with ADHD in charge of remembering shit.”
I squeeze her waist. “Hop up. I’ll get it now.”
With a shake of her head, she lets her facade slip. “No. It can wait until later. If I get up now, I can’t promise I’ll be brave enough to sit back down to do this.” She gulps, her gaze falling to my chest.
I remove one hand from her waist and tilt her chin so she’s looking at me. “You’re so brave, Lettie. I’m very proud of you.”
“Will you still be proud of me if I can’t watch the whole tape?”
“Don’t be silly. It’s a video recording on your phone, not a tape,” I tease, aiming to steady her with a joke.
“Har, har, har.” She clicks her tongue at me. “I’m serious. I was so sure I was ready last night, but now I don’t know. Maybe I’ll never be ready.”
“Sweetness, listen to me. The woman who I tied up last night in over a hundred feet of hemp rope is not the same woman who cried the first time I made her climax. You’ve already come so far. There’s no timeline for this. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her cheeks redden, and her chin wobbles. “What if I can’t go any further?”
“That wouldn’t change anything. You’re still perfect to me and always will be. If you’re happy, that’s all I need. Always.”
My throat is suddenly an arid desert full of rolling tumbleweeds.
I shouldn’t say these things to her. I’m promising her forever when I know I can’t deliver it. No matter how fiercely I wish I could.
As much as she needs my reassurance, it will only make things so much worse.
I’ve almost confessed a dozen times in the last month alone. But then Kri got kidnapped, and Redleg picked a fight with the fucking Russian mafia.
For a fucking year, there’s never been a good time to tell Big Al.
There’s always something stopping me.
My stomach sours as I admit to myself that even if things were rosy and full of rainbows at Redleg, I’d still avoid telling her about her father.
And the truth about me.
Because the guilt and pain I feel for lying to her is easier to stand than the thought of hurting her or watching her walk out my door.
And out of my life.
For twelve damn months, I’ve been held hostage by the lies I’ve told her.
Every passing day, the ropes around my wrists and ankles tighten. I don’t have the strength to break free. Instead, I wait for the noose to slip around my neck and cinch, cutting off my airway.
When she leaves, she’ll take the oxygen with her.
I won’t survive it.
Unaware of the darkness ravaging my psyche, she raises her mouth to mine and kisses me tenderly. I close my eyes, selfishly letting her lips ease the burn of the ropes binding my body.
When she pulls away, she cups my cheek. “Thank you.” Her posture changes, strength infusing her frame. “I’m ready now. Hit play.” Some of that gritty determination that gave her the courage to leave her church is present, front and center.
She spins around to reface the laptop. I lean over to tap play, then pull her close again, locking my hands at her waist in the position we were in before the conversation went sideways. She’s nestled between my legs, resting her back to my chest.
The video starts with me telling her to get up against the wall. The expression she wore was priceless. The sparks of her arousal were doused with gasoline when she realized I was going to act out her fantasy.
A few weeks ago during pillow talk — another experience I never thought I’d have — she told me about how our banter in the coffee shop on the day we met left her all hot and bothered.
I already knew that since I heard her tell Stella all about it when I invaded her privacy. And I hate myself for all those violations. If I had a time machine, I’d do a million things differently.
Before I get sucked back down the self-flagellation rabbit hole, Lettie stiffens in my arms, and her breathing intensifies as she watches me stalking behind her on-screen and guiding her hands where I wanted them, leaving them pressed flat against the wall.
Despite the onslaught of negative thoughts, my dick twitches at the sight.
She was so fucking hot last night. From the way the harness bands wrapped around her breasts to the solo strap running between her ass cheeks like a thong.
A goddess. Naked except for the purple bands.
Purple became my new favorite color.
No. Not purple.
Violet.
Squeezing her midsection, I whisper in her ear. “You okay, sweetness?”
Her head bobs frantically, her breath catching. “Uh-huh.”
Nuzzling into her neck, I kiss her supple flesh. “Look how beautiful you are.”
“I’m trying.”
“You’re doing amazing, sugar bear.”
“I might throw up. You should have let me have the tequila popcorn.”
I chuckle and kiss her neck again, before locking my gaze back on the screen where we acted out her fantasy.
“Are you hiding any weapons?” I asked her.
“Where could I possibly hide a weapon in this attire?” she taunted while pressing her ass backward into my erection.
“I’m sure there’s somewhere you could hide something.” Using both hands, I roughly pried her thighs apart. She didn’t fight me. “Good girl.”
I knelt to frisk her from the ankle to the top of her thigh, one side then the other. “Nothing down there.” After pressing my chest to her back, I ran my hands around her front to cup her breasts. I wasn’t gentle, and she was so fucking into it.
My dick is no longer merely considering getting stiff as we watch the playback. It’s already rock hard and throbbing. I shift myself to avoid breaking it from where her ass rests on it.
“Getting worked up back there,” she teases in a throaty purr.
“Can’t help it, sugar. Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
“You’re not so bad yourself. Here’s the part when you took your shirt off. All those mouthwatering muscles. Mmm. Mama likes.”
The corners of my lips hike upward. “You’re supposed to be watching yourself.”
“I’d rather watch you. The lust on your face is really doing it for me.” She reaches behind her to cup my nape. “That was part of your plan, right? To get me comfortable with this?”
She gives her hips a swirl, dragging her ass over my cock and drawing a groan from me.
“Babe, this part was so hot. I loved how you did that.”
Having stopped watching the video in favor of studying the beauty in my arms, I ask, “How I did what?”
My hand drifts from her waist, working its way under the waistband of her cotton pajama shorts.
“When you touched me. Down there.”
I shoot my gaze to the screen, seeing the moment when I plunged my hands down the front of her lower body and worked them through the silky pink flesh of her pussy.
“Was it like this?” I ask while flicking two fingers over her clit.
Her head leans back, pressing against my upper chest. “It was a bit different. Keep going, and I’ll tell you when you get there.”
“How about you tell me when you get there instead?”
Her mouth rounds, a dainty sigh slipping past her lips.
My line of sight vacillates from how I fingered her pussy last night with her spread against the wall to the way I replicate my ministrations on the couch.
So much to feast my eyes on. And my ears.
The sounds — both from the laptop and the woman in my arms — make it hard to concentrate on anything but how badly I need to get inside her.
“Do you hear yourself, Lettie? Hear how sweet you sound when you come for me?”
“Yes,” she grits out, pulsing her hips to drive herself harder into my touch.
On the screen, we’ve progressed from the frisk fantasy, where I brought her to orgasm with my fingers, to when she asked me to get my ropes out. There was no way I was gonna turn down that request, even if I’m the one who’s supposed to be in charge.
Sort of.
She’s the one in control, truthfully. As it should be.
We agreed on a partial suspension where her upper body would be attached to the rig along with her right leg.
I get a little lost as I watch it unfold, tendrils of the rush from last night flaring in my abdomen. All the while, I keep playing with her pussy and loving how she’s grinding that perfect ass against my hard cock.
“Look how serious you get when you’re binding my chest,” she whispers, then stifles a moan as I slip a second finger inside her.
Starting off, I fashioned a basic bikini harness. With the beautiful violet straps she already had on, I didn’t need to do anything complex. She already looked like a piece of art.
I directed her to a comfortable position so that I could do her leg next. “Get on the bed. Face up. Right knee bent and legs spread.”
She complied while I gathered a few more hanks of rope and tossed them on the bed. Before tying her thigh to her calf in a bent position with a spiral futomomo tie, I delved my tongue through her folds and sucked her clit.
Lettie adjusts her position on my lap, recapturing my attention away from the video.
“You doing okay, sugar bear?”
A deep breath rasps from her chest as she gives me a quick nod. “Mm-hmm.”
From this vantage, it’s hard to gauge where her head is with an answer like that, so I give her a bit more reassurance. “You’re so beautiful. I could watch you every minute of the day.”
She grabs my free hand and plasters it onto her breast. “Babe, play with my nipples. I need to come. Please make me come.”
Guess she wasn’t getting quiet because she was upset. That’s a relief.
I lick her neck, drawing a patch of skin between my teeth for a quick nibble. “That’s my dirty girl. You like watching us, don’t you?”
Her eyelids flutter, and her moans pitch louder as I squeeze her nipple while working her clit with my free hand.
“Oh my god, babe. Just like that.” Her hips buck and writhe harder, shoving her ass into my dick. “Don’t stop.”
“You didn’t answer my question, sweetness. Do you like watching?”
She nods repeatedly.
“Use your words, baby.”
“I like watching. I do. So much.”
“Good girl. Do you see how beautiful you are?”
She doesn’t answer, so I slow my movements. “Answer me if you want to come. Tell me you see how beautiful you are. Do you see how much I want you? Do you see how hard you make me? Do you see how absolutely exquisite you are when you’re lost in ecstasy?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she mewls. “I see it. I believe you.”
I kick up the pressure on her nipple and blur my fingertips across her clit. “That’s right. You’re fucking perfection. Keep watching the sexiest woman in the world on that screen while you come for me now. It’s time to come, Lettie.”
And she does.
Her thighs clamp together, squeezing my hand. She arches her back as a silent scream convulses her chest.
It’s a sweet relief for me almost as much as it is for her.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Lettie. So proud.”
As she comes down slowly from her climax, my gaze returns to the video where I’ve completed her bent leg tie and moved her to an upright position so I could bind her lower arms together loosely in a long column of black rope.
The contrast against her pale skin, growing pinker with the handling, was breathtaking.
On my lap now, Lettie’s breathing steadies as she resumes watching with me.
I attached her to my suspension quad rig over her head by her bent arms, chest harness, and right leg. Her left foot was flat on the floor, taking most of the pressure off her joints.
Once I had her the way I wanted, I circled her slowly, reveling in the simple beauty of the pose and how glorious she looked. The basic rope work blended with those fucking violet straps crisscrossing her skin.
Modest perfection. Exquisite.
“You’re a vision, Lettie. Absolutely stunning,” I told her. “Wait until you see this for yourself.”
In her ear now, I ask, “Was I right?”
She turns around in my arms and straddles my lap. “Don’t gloat.”
Right before she kisses me, she drags her needy pussy over my throbbing cock. Greedily, her tongue delves past my lips, and I get lost in her kiss. I use my grip around her hips to drag her back and forth over my lap, bucking up against her warm center.
When she breaks the kiss, she whips her head toward the laptop. Fortunately, she doesn’t stop pulsing over me while she watches our video.
A chorus of last night’s grunts, moans, and slapping of skin fills my living room. I glance at the screen and watch how I drove my cock into her weeping pussy while she was still on the rig. It was hot as hell.
Almost as hot as what’s happening right now.
Lettie reaches between us and unfastens my pants, swiftly removing my cock and giving it three firm strokes. “Fuck, babe. I need you inside me. Now.”
She doesn’t even bother removing her shorts or panties. Instead, she swoops them to one side and sinks onto my cock. Her warm, silky channel welcomes me home.
“Fuck, Lettie. Damn, you feel good.”
The sex sounds from the laptop are our erotic soundtrack as she grinds and writhes on top of me. Her moves have an intensity she’s never instigated before.
She clamps her hands on my shoulders, riding me harder. Matching her pace, I settle my hands on her hips and help her keep the tempo.
My Lettie has never been this confident and determined while being on top. It’s pure fucking bliss.
“Look at you, sugar bear. You’re owning your body.” I pause to suck in a ragged breath. “You’re taking your pleasure. Embracing your desires. You are fucking me, baby.”
Her eyes roll back as a wicked grin slips into place.
Bending close, she claims my mouth and tugs my lip between her teeth. My balls draw up with a frantic need to come, thanks to her uncharacteristically rough treatment.
Normally, this wouldn’t do it for me. But I like that she’s taking control. She needs this, and I’m so damn proud of her.
“Spank me, babe,” she blurts out of nowhere.
As requested, I swat her ass. The loud crack reverberates around the room.
“You like that? My hand making your ass sting and turn pink?”
“Yes. Do it again,” she demands, and I comply. “Again. Make it hurt. Yes, yes, yes.”
With each smack, she takes my cock harder and faster. Her hips drag over my lap in a punishing rhythm.
If I don’t get her off soon, I’m going to come first, and that’s unacceptable.
Time for me to retake the reins.
After steadying her hips to still her movement, I buck her off to adjust our position.
As if she weighs nothing, I flip her over so she’s flat on the couch, face down. Moving behind her, I strip her bottoms off and let my pants fall to the floor.
Once we’re both naked from the waist down, I grab her hips and yank them upward so she’s on her knees. A second later, I thrust inside her body, setting a punishing rhythm of my own.
I alternate smacks from one side of her reddening ass to the other. She screams louder, begging for more.
“You gonna come for me, Lettie?” I grit out, struggling to hold back my release.
“Why? Can’t keep up?” she taunts, earning a harder smack on her ass.
