They had just gotten back from taking Tank to the beach when Grace picked up the blue envelope that contained the remaining wager and waved it at him. He’d left it on the counter last night after she drew his slip of paper from the two bets they hadn’t finished at the cabin.
“I believe there’s one more wager, mister.”
He sighed dramatically and threw his head back like it was going to be a chore, but inside he couldn’t wait to see what his dirty little doctor-to-be had written down.
“Now? Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to take a nap?”
“Not even a little,” she said with a smirk. “Do you know how hot you look in those shorts and that t-shirt? Why do you think I tripped on the beach? I was staring at you.”
“I thought it was because Tank wrapped his leash around your leg.”
“That too. But it was because I wasn’t paying attention. I was too busy ogling my boyfriend’s thighs.”
His ego loved that she wanted his body, but hearing her call him her boyfriend made him want to break into a dance. He played it cool, teasing, “I’m your boyfriend, huh?”
“And you were ogling my thighs?”
“Duh. You can’t wear those running shorts and think I’m not going to. Have you seen your body?”
Ryan eyed her for a beat as he decided how he wanted to play this. He finally settled on, “So if I’m your boyfriend, does that mean…”
She put her fingertips to his lips. “Just let me finish this semester before you finish that sentence—please?”
He nodded, his lips rubbing against her fingers from the motion, and she dropped her hand.
Ryan didn’t like it, but he knew letting it drop for now was the right play. She had a lot of stress in her life at the moment, and he wasn’t going to be another source of it.
“We’re continuing this conversation before Christmas, Doc,” he warned, but left it at that.
“I know,” she said with a sigh. “Just be patient with me.”
Grace could ask him to rob a bank and he’d probably consider it, at least momentarily. Being patient like she asked was something he could easily do. For now.
“You know I’d do anything for you.”
That brought a devious smile to her face and she handed him the envelope. “Good. Remember that.”
He eyed her suspiciously as he pulled out the last remaining piece of paper and unfolded it.
Lay on the bed. I’m going to tie you up.
His eyes quickly went to her face, and he furrowed his brows.
“Tie me up? I don’t think so.”
She leaned in conspiratorially. “Oh, yes I am. And you’re going to be naked.”
He glanced down at the paper. “It doesn’t say I have to be naked.”
Grace moved closer, pressing her tits against his chest and tracing a finger down his arm while whispering seductively in his ear, “But you’ll enjoy it so much more if you are.”
The corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily. “I don’t know…”
“I won this fair and square.”
Ryan cocked his head and grimaced. “Did you really, though? I mean, how did you win it exactly?”
He was only teasing her, of course, but it was kind of fun watching her get flustered.
“Ryan Kennedy.” She stepped back and folded her arms at her chest. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d be the type of guy to renege on a bet.”
Reaching his hand around her waist, he pulled her back against him as he exclaimed, “I would never!”
“Go get naked then.”
“Now, hold on a sec. What are you going to tie me up with? I don’t want rope burns or anything.”
Her grin was devilish. “I don’t think scarves leave rope burns.”
“Scarves? Where are you getting scarves? We wrote these at the cabin, how did you have scarves there?”
Grace started ushering him toward the bedroom.
“I had brought two scarves to the cabin to wear, plus there were scarves in the front closet with the mittens and boots.” She unzipped the front pocket on the backpack she’d left on the bedroom chair and started pulling out long silk scarves in a rainbow of colors and patterns: orange paisley, pink and white polka dots, blue and green swirls, tan and red plaid. “And I packed these just in case.”
He stood watching her run the polka-dotted one through her fingers.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know. I’ve just never, um…”
“Been the tie-ee?” she teased. “Always the tie-er?”
“I’ve never been either.”
She cocked her head like she was surprised.
“Yeah. Why? Have you done this before?”
“Well,” she stammered. “I mean, yeah. A couple of times, I guess, but I didn’t like it very much. It made me uncomfortable.”
He didn’t like the idea of someone else tying her up, but was glad she hadn’t liked it.
“So you can understand my plight.”
She stepped closer and swung the scarf over his head like a jump rope. She used it to draw him closer to her, then ran one palm under his shirt along his bare abs to his chest.
“It made me uncomfortable because I didn’t completely trust the person I was with.”
Ryan studied her face for a minute then smiled. “I trust you, Doc.”
Grace withdrew her hand from his shirt and clapped in glee.
“Good! Get naked and lie on the bed.”
He took his shirt off, but paused before pulling his shorts down. “I have one condition, though.”
“You can’t put conditions on my wager.”
Crossing his arms, he lifted an eyebrow at her.
Finally she sighed. “What’s your condition?”
“Whatever you do to me, you have to be naked doing it.”
She made a face and yanked his shorts down his thighs for him. “Duh. Get on the bed.”
Bossy Grace was hot.
Ryan got situated on the bed, his cock jutting up in anticipation of what was coming next. She looked very serious as she went about tying his left wrist, using the pink polka-dotted scarf first and tugging to test the hold.
“That’s not too tight, is it? You’re not uncomfortable?”
He grinned at her with a wink. “Nope. It’s just fine.”
Grace continued working until both ankles and wrists were bound to the bedposts and he was spread-eagled on the mattress. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, biting her bottom lip devilishly while looking him up and down.
“Well,” he taunted, “now what are you doing with me, baby girl?”
“So many things,” she purred as she knelt on the bed and began rubbing his inner thighs.
“Remember my condition. You have to be naked.”
“I will be. Eventually.” The twinkle in her eye told him she was enjoying this power exchange.
“That wasn’t the deal.”
She shrugged and continued rubbing his inner thighs. “It is now.”
Ryan smirked at her. “Enjoy it while it lasts, beautiful. I’m thinking about putting you over my knee when you finally untie me.”
Truth was, he could get out of her ‘restraints’ anytime he wanted—something he was sure she knew, too, given how loosely she’d tied the scarves around his wrists and ankles.
“I can’t decide if that’s an incentive to keep you tied up or to untie you right away,” she said in a husky voice.
That made his dick jump. There were so many things they were going to explore together, and he couldn’t wait.
“Maybe that’s something we try next weekend,” he said with a wink.
She bit her bottom lip as the corner of her mouth curled up. “Maybe.”
Her hands cupped his balls, and he closed his eyes and let out a low moan.
Ryan loved the feel of her hands on him. When she dipped her head between his thighs, he tightened his abs in anticipation of what she was going to do next. But he still wasn’t prepared for what he felt next.
Her tongue traced down the seam of his sac, then swirled underneath his balls.
“Oh, fuck!” he groaned and gripped the scarves around his wrists, wanting nothing more than to be gripping her long, silky blonde hair in his fists.
He felt her smile then slip her tongue further between his legs down his taint.
“Oh my god, Doc.”
Her soft, slender hands encircled his shaft, and she began to stroke him up and down as her tongue continued to probe. Naughty Grace was sexy as fuck.
She moaned, and he almost exploded right then.
“Gracie,” he implored. “Take your clothes off, baby, and put your pussy on my face.”
Pausing, she lifted her head and simply said, “Nope,” then resumed licking his taint and stroking his cock.
Her tongue darted further between his ass then he felt her finger in his taboo area.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” he asked as he tried tucking his ass up.
Grace got off the bed and started undressing, getting down to her bra and panties before she reached inside her backpack again and pulled out a round, white plastic jar. Climbing back on the bed, she clambered onto her knees and positioned herself between his thighs while unscrewing the top of jar.
The smell hit him instantly. Coconut.
“This might be a little cold,” she cooed just before the first dollop hit his cock, followed immediately by her hand smearing it up and down his shaft, making him nice and slippery. It felt fucking amazing.
She continued stroking him with one hand while reaching into the jar to scoop more oil in her palm and rub it down his taint to his ass crack. Grace worked both hands in unison, one on his cock, the other rubbing further toward his star, until he felt her finger start to probe.
Leaning down, she sucked his shaft deep into her throat at the same time she inserted her fingertip into his ass.
“Holy fuck!” he grunted as she began to loudly slurp his cock in and out of her mouth while her fingertip probed further.
He’d never had a finger in his ass, but what she was doing felt phenomenal.
“Doc,” he moaned, softly at first, then louder when she didn’t acknowledge him. “Doc, you need to stop.”
She ignored him and fucking moaned around his shaft again.
“Goddammit, Gracie. Stop!”
That got her attention, and she paused her ministrations and looked up at him.
“I don’t want to come yet, baby. I need to fuck you first.”
With a smirk, she shook her head and started moving her hands again. “No.”
“Doc…” he warned.
“But I’ll fuck you.”
She really was enjoying having him at her mercy.
“I don’t care. I just need to be inside you.”
Grace slid her panties off and straddled his hips.
“Take your bra off, baby.”
“You seem to forget who’s in charge here,” she smirked.
Still, she reached around and unclasped her bra, letting the straps drop to her elbows and exposing her perfect tits to him just as she sank down on his cock.
“Fuuuuck, you’re beautiful.”
She looked like a goddess as she rode him: Her hair was a little wild, and the rosiness of her cheeks from their afternoon at the beach made her blue eyes shine brighter. Ryan was itching to touch her—feel her soft skin with his hands, caress her tits, rub her clit—turn her on as much as she’d turned him on. “Untie me, Doc.”
Hesitating only briefly, she leaned forward and loosened one knot at his wrist, and Ryan quickly made work of the other one before bringing his hands to her back and pulling her forward so her boobs were at his mouth. He suckled her like a starving man, muttering curse words against her nipples when he moved to roll her onto her back and realized his ankles were still bound.
“You’re still not in charge,” she challenged as she sat up straight with her hands on his stomach and began rolling her hips on his, staring into his eyes as she did.
Ryan reached between them and began manipulating her clit, causing her to close her eyes and moan loudly as her rhythm faltered. Grace arched her back and thrust her tits forward as she rode him faster. The visual of her—the woman he loved, bouncing up and down on his cock and coming undone—was something to behold.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
She started breathing harder as she chanted, “Oh my god. Oh my god. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
He felt her skin get clammy then break out in goosebumps just before she dropped onto his chest as her body trembled and her pussy began milking his cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he growled, hugging her close as he started to buck up into her.
“Uh-uh,” she murmured as she pushed on his chest and quickly slid off him.
“I’m fucking you, remember?”
“But you just came. Why don’t you finish untying me and let me do the work.”
She didn’t reply, and instead dipped her fingers in the jar of coconut oil to scoop a splotch onto his junk, where she promptly spread it all over his shaft. Then his sexy girlfriend climbed on his cock, reverse cowgirl style. Ryan had to close his eyes to keep from coming too quickly; the sight of her perfect, round ass moving up and down on his oiled-up dick was erotic as fuck, and would hopefully be ingrained in his memory forever.
His hard smack to her ass echoed off the walls and made her flesh jiggle. She moaned out loud and arched her back up.
“Fuck, Grace. That is so hot.”
She planted her feet on either side of his thighs and began twerking on his cock.
It was too much visual stimulation for his brain to handle, and he felt his balls start to tighten just before he roared his release. She was a champ and kept riding him until he’d emptied himself fully. Then the sex siren slowly pulled off his cock and stayed in position as his cum dripped out of her pussy onto his bedspread.
“Good god, woman, are you trying to kill me?”
She was grinning when she turned around to face him.
“Absolutely not,” Grace said, and she pecked his cheek before getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom, only to return moments later with a hand towel. She gingerly attended to cleaning him off, then untied his ankles. Ryan reached for her and pulled her against him on the bed, then covered them with a sheet.
He watched the ceiling fan rotate above them, feeling content with her bare skin against his and knowing she was his. Forever, if he had anything to say about it.
“Let’s just take a little nap before dinner,” she murmured as she snuggled closer against him.
“Oh, now you want to nap,” he teased.
“You wore me out.”
“I’ll bet. You did all the work, baby.”
He felt her smile against his chest. “I kind of liked it. But I like it when you’re in charge, too.”
Breathing in her hair, along with the lingering scent of sex and coconut oil, Ryan closed his eyes. “Good, because you have a spanking coming in your future.”
“I think I’m okay with that.”
Ryan fell asleep with a smile, and dreamed of doing dirty things with the woman he was lucky enough to be holding in his arms.
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