Tara Barebacks

Even in this light Tara could see that Brett had a hard on. What she didn’t know was why. He hadn’t touched her, and he was sitting at the other end of the couch. She wanted to change that, but she didn’t want to just scooch on over without an invitation.

“Ouch,” she said. “I think I got something in my eye.” Once he got close enough to look for an eyelash, she’d lean towards him, and he was sure to kiss her. And a kiss would lead to more, she’d see to that.

This wouldn’t be the first time that Brett would be on top of her, and it wouldn’t be the last either. Brett’s hand was under her chin, he brushed her auburn curls away from her face. They’d been doing this on a regular schedule, but something was evolving between them, and it wasn’t business.

She fluttered her eyelashes, and said, “It’s better. Thanks. You …” And then she leaned towards him, lips parted for his kiss.

Their tongues met, and he put his arms on her shoulders, holding her still. Then he pulled away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Everything’s perfect. Just the venue… The couch is fine, but I want to do more with you than we can do here.”

Tara nodded. She took his hand, and followed him. She thought that they were going to the bedroom, but, no, he led her into his bathroom.

“I hope you trust me,” he said. “I brought some surprises for you.”

She scanned the bathroom, looking for anything that might stand out. The lube, as usual was on the sink, as were the massage oils and his favorite nipple gels that gave him great flavor and warmed her nipples until she went wild with pleasure. She could feel him watching her, judging her reactions.

“This is an interesting,” her voice trailed off as she took one more survey, “Uh, it’s an interesting venue.” Her mind raced. Many things could happen in a bathroom, and several of them were things she wouldn’t want to do. “Where’s the surprise?”

He was taking off his shoes and unbuckling his pants. “Oh, it probably isn’t what you’re worrying about,” he said with a grin. “I thought the shower could be a nice little change up.”

She slipped out of her shoes as she walked over and inspected the shower. On the wall were two evenly spaced suction cups, quite large and with what looked like nylon cuffs attached. They were well up the wall, so high she thought he’d be in them. “Want me to lock you in for a hummer?” She asked.

“Ha,” he said as his pants hit the floor, with his boxers in tow. “I’m getting that before we even hit the shower.”

“Oh, really?” She asked, not bothering to remove her dress. She walked over and knelt in front of him, gripping his cock. “You’re a confident one.” She eased her lips over the head of his cock, enjoying his deep inhale as she took the shaft into her mouth.

Now she knew why he’d been hard. He’d been thinking about this. She moved her head back, covering her teeth with her lips. She stopped when only the head of his cock was in her mouth. She touched it the tip of her tongue, then, sucking hard, took him deep into her mouth pulling at him with all the suction she could manage.

She cupped his balls in her hands, then reached behind them to tease the area between his balls and ass hole. He moved his hips back, away from her, then thrust forward into her mouth. His hands were on her head so she couldn’t move away, though she didn’t want to. She loved it when he fucked her mouth like this, but she didn’t want him to come, not right away.

After a few thrusts that left her gasping for breath, he stopped.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, helping her to her feet. “You don’t want to get them wet.”

She complied and removed her dress and bra. She hadn’t bothered with panties. They always got in the way. He took her hand and led her into the shower.

“Those cuffs are awfully high and don’t look too stable,” she said.

“Like I said,” he grinned, “You have to trust me.”

When both of her wrists were locked in, she was on her toes. He knelt down and lifted one leg over his shoulder, then the other over his other shoulder. Using his hands for support, he tilted her hips so that her pussy was an easy target for his probing tongue.

“Oh god,” she whispered as his lips snuggled her clit for a quick, teasing kiss. Then his tongue flitted along the lips of her pussy, probing inside with light lashes, elegant and smooth. “I trust you,” she whispered as she shivered from excitement.

She remembered the first few times. How they had stuck to a tight schedule. There were kisses, a little cuddling, a moment to put on the condom and then whatever that night called for. It had been almost too robotic for her tastes. And she thought that somehow, this was different. This was trust. Nobody had ever put her in such a compromised, yet passionate position.

The first time they’d tried anal sex was difficult. His pulsing cock sending electric pain when he first entered her, led to many powerful orgasms as he rammed into her over, and over, stopping only when he himself was satisfied. That moment of trust had paid well for her, and this one was repeating the cycle.

She heaved as she fought to capture the breath that was racing in and out of her. She could still sense the taste of him in her mouth. And she knew he could taste her, taste the intensity and pleasure.

He continued until she first shuddered, and her legs clenched tightly around his head. She arched her back as she erupted in orgasm. “Mmmmmm…” was all she could manage to say.

With a simple move, he slid up between her legs, letting each fall off his shoulders, pausing only to kiss her belly and then suck her left nipple. She was about to thank him when he’d grasped each leg, lifted them from the shower floor, pulled her closer and slipped his throbbing cock inside of her.

She can’t move, and she can’t hold still. He’s so fucking creative, she thinks, or so creative fucking, whatever. Both.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes, yessss,” she hisses. She’s wanted him to come inside her for months. But they’ve always been careful. Too careful. Now she knows she can trust him to do right by her.

Tara tugs to get her arms free. She wants to put them around Brett’s neck.

When she can’t get free, she nips at his neck.

“Vixen,” he says, and thrusts again so hard that she bounces on his pelvis.

She yelps. His cock is so deep inside her pussy, and she’s never been so ready, ready for him to come, ready for anything he wants to do with her, tonight, tomorrow, and the day after that, too.

His facial expression changes and he closes his eyes as she feels him come inside her. He moans and she reciprocates, feeling his hot cum pouring into her. He’s pouring himself into her. When he’s finished, he presses against her and kisses her neck.

It was only a matter of trust. And now it is so much more.

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