“You think?” he asked quietly. She sensed him step forward slightly as his hands smoothed and shaped the muscles beneath her shoulder blades. “It might be considered kind of unethical if I did something like this, though.” His hands slid down below her armpits, and he was massaging her suspended bare breasts in his warm, lubricated hands. Her eyelids sprang open, and she was staring at the blue lake through the leaf design of the wrought iron fence. She wasn’t really seeing, though. Just feeling. His palms continued to massage her while his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples lightly. The oil amplified her pleasure. A heavy, achy feeling suffused her sex.
He lowered his hands, cradling her rib cage, and then swept them up over her breasts again, lifting and massaging them. It aroused her, as always, his show of controlled, yet blatant, greed.
“Jacob,” she panted. He slid his hands lower again, holding her rib cage so surely, her very heart in his hands. Was that why he did it? she wondered. To exhibit his complete mastery over her mind and body? She was glad when he cupped her heaving breasts again.
“Are you getting warmer?” He ran his fingertips over her beading nipples, rubbing the warming lubricant into them until they tingled and grew diamond-hard.
“Hotter,” she admitted throatily.
He tapped her erect nipples lightly with his palm, the taut sensation making her whimper. “God you’re responsive. Your nipples get so hard,” she heard him mutter thickly as he pinched the crests again with his fingertips. Harper squirmed against the seat cushions. Suddenly, he grasped both of her breasts firmly in his hands.
“Hold still.”
Holding her breasts, he bent his knees and flexed his hips. He pushed the rigid column of his cock up her spine, then down, then back up it again. He ground his balls against her. Through the fabric of his swim trunks, he felt heavy and swollen and delicious. Then he was gone.
“Pussy-tease,” she mumbled in a beleaguered fashion.
He laughed, the smooth, rich sound washing over her sensitized skin. Where had he gone? She couldn’t feel him anymore, straddling her, but she sensed he was still behind her. Then he spoke.
“I’m going to move the apparatus some. You’ll still be very secure.”
There was a metallic sound. He was turning a rotor of some kind, causing the apparatus to spread her legs even wider. She could feel her sex and even her buttocks parting, the air tickling at her wet, aroused tissues. A moment later, the entire apparatus began to tilt downward. Her head dipped and her bottom rose. Soon, she was staring wide-eyed not at the sunset waters of Lake Tahoe, but the bottom of the wrought iron fence and the edge of the tigerwood flooring. She held her breath. It was a little humiliating, being mechanically manipulated in order to expose her most private areas. It was also embarrassingly arousing.
The metallic whirring stopped. She was suspended in midair on her belly at a downward slant, her ass higher than her head, her legs spread wide. Her clit twanged in sharp arousal, despite her vulnerability. She felt movement at her pelvis. The seat where her pelvis had rested, which had been weight bearing before he’d tilted her downward, jiggled slightly. It slipped away, leaving her entire sex exposed.
“Jacob?” she asked shakily.
He placed his hand on the back of her thigh. “I’m here.”
With no further warning, he plunged a finger in her sheath and cupped her outer sex, grinding the hard edge of his palm against her clit. Keeping his finger inserted, he circled his hand.
“Oh . . . oh God, Jacob,” popped out of her throat.
“If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s a tease. I’ll always come through, Harper.”
She bit her lip, too swept up in hot lust to respond. Through a haze of pleasure, she faintly heard the click of a bottle opening, and then the sensation of warm liquid streaming onto her ass. She lay there, gasping and moaning in pleasure, as he rubbed the oil into her ass with one squeezing, shaping hand and continued to grind his other hand against her sex in the most demanding, eye-crossing manner.
“No need for any of the oil in your pussy,” she heard him say gruffly. “You’re so creamy.” He withdrew his finger and plunged it back into her, demonstrating his point with a fluid glide. He circled his hand demandingly, the pressure on her clit divine. Heat rushed into her cheeks. Her feet began to burn in sympathy with her clit. He squeezed an ass cheek tautly, lifting it, and slid his finger out of her channel. He pressed the ridge of his forefinger between her labia, rubbing her clit hard. She cried out raggedly.
“You look gorgeous right now,” she heard him say gruffly through the roar in her ears. “Your skin is gleaming, and your hair is like shining copper in the sun. You can’t escape, can you Harper?”
“No,” she mumbled, nearly mindless with arousal. “I don’t want to, Jacob.”
“You want to come, don’t you? You want to lie there and come, and then have my cock in you. You want to be fucked hard. Say it.”
“Yes. Oh God, I want your cock in me.”
“I brought out a towel,” he said, his voice sounding very grim. “I’m going to have you and then come on your beautiful body. If I can’t leave myself in you, then I’ll leave myself on you. It’s all going to be for me, Harper.”
His tense proclamation sent her hurtling over the edge. She choked as she broke in climax. Her entire body shuddered.
His cockhead was suddenly pushing at her entrance. He drove into her to the balls. Her brain seemed to overload at the sensation. Her climax racked her. It hurt a little, coming so hard against his big, pounding cock. It also felt sinfully hot. So good. She came back to herself at the sound of screaming. It took her a moment to realize it was her making the frantic sound. She cut herself off, only to inhale choppily, and let out another groan.
His hands were on her hips, his thumbs digging into her buttocks. He was fucking her hard and fast from tip to balls, his pelvis smacking against her wet, open sex. Slowly, her vision cleared. He continued without pause and with thorough, ruthless precision, rattling her body. Her world. This was his show, all right. He rocked her in a harsh, taut rhythm and she made a chuffing sound every time he pounded his cock into her. He was fucking her for his pleasure, and his alone.
The thought aroused her. She stopped struggling to return a counterstroke to his thrusts. The restraining apparatus made it nearly impossible, anyway. Her sex tightened instinctively around him, craving every stroke. She longed to see him as he dominated her, losing himself as he took full possession.
“That’s right,” she heard him say darkly from behind her. “Just give in to it. There’s nothing for you to do but take me, is there?”