Afterparty: The Complete Series: Open Relationships Aren't For Everyone... (2 page)

She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck and he sighed softly, mouth still moving over hers, his tongue lapping at her upper lip. Her mouth opened to his and he found her tongue, and she heard him take a sharp breath when she swirled her tongue around his.

He moved his lips over her chin, to her throat, lightly biting, then licking the bite mark. She let out a moan as drew his tongue over her skin and she felt the rumble of his laughter through his chest. "Very nice," he observed, nuzzling her neck, tracing her chin with his mouth. "Very soft."

She was running her hands up and down his back, feeling broad muscle and bone under his sweater, and she impatiently pushed at the sweater, trying to pull it up.

He sat up. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could see that he was grinning again, a self-satisfied grin, and she didn't mind.

William pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it to the bed. His torso was pleasantly muscled, dusted with curling black hair. Catelyn brought her hands up to stroke his chest. 

He caught her wrists and pushed her back down on the bed and took her mouth again. He nudged her legs apart with his knee while he kissed her. Then he was pushing his hips down between her legs, letting her feel his hardness, and she gasped into his mouth and ground up against him.

He chuckled again. "Patience." He released one of her wrists and brought his hand down between her legs, rubbing her through her jeans, making her moan. "All in good time."

She reached down with her free hand, running her fingers down his bare back and feeling his heated skin, sliding her hand around to the fly of his jeans. He grabbed her wrist again, brought her arm up, then held both her wrists with one hand. "I see I need to keep you still," he murmured. 

William grabbed his sweater with his free hand. He bound Catelyn's wrists with one arm of the sweater with alarming quickness. She lay with her arms over her head, panting, staring at him, feeling flushed and hot and incredibly impatient to have him naked and inside her.

He grinned. "This is going to be a lot of fun, I can tell."

Then he started to unbutton her shirt, slowly, one button at a time, eyes on hers as he did so.

She squirmed as her shirt fell open, exposing her lacy cream bra. He brought one hand behind her back and unclasped it, then gently lifted it. He pushed both bra and shirt up her arms to rest at her sweater-tied wrists.

He gazed at her breasts for a moment, then lowered his mouth to the left one and drew the quivering hard nipple between his lips. 

Her back arched up into him, the heat and friction of his lips and tongue and teeth making her cry out a little. The music from the party below muffled the sound.

William opened his mouth, drew his tongue over her nipple, then smiled at her, put a finger to his lips. "Shh."

She panted and bit her lip and stared at him. "Please."

Desire was pounding in her throat and at her core, nearly painful in its urgency. She wanted one of those slow exploratory kisses while he penetrated her, wanted his hands clasped on her ass while he drove his cock inside her inch by inch...

"Please? Begging already?" He swirled his fingertips over her breast, then palmed it, squeezing firmly, and she let out a full moan. "You are so eager, aren't you." It wasn't a question.

He put one warm hand on each breast, massaging them both, and she moaned again. 

He moved his mouth over her right breast, swirling the tip of his tongue over the nipple while he sucked the flesh up between his lips, and she couldn't help it, she cried out.

He stopped, looked up at her. "I don't want the whole party to come up here to see if you're alright, do you?" 

She shook her head vehemently and he nodded. "I need you to be quiet. Or I'm going to have to stop."

She bit both lips and breathed through her nose and nodded. 

"Quiet, even if it feels like your throat is going to burst because it feels so good." 

She nodded again. 

"You can't scream when you climax for me, even if you want to."

Catelyn squirmed and nodded. She felt wetness gush into her panties and felt her face redden even more. When was the last time she'd felt this aroused?

He traced his knuckles between her legs and she thrust toward him, hips squirming against the bed, desperate for any kind of friction. 

William drew himself up her body, mouth close to her mouth. His eyes gazing directly into hers, he whispered, "You're going to come a few times for me, aren't you."

She drew in a sharp breath and whispered, "Yes."

She could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips. "That's good. I want that first one to take the edge off."

His hand was between her legs again, feeling her through her jeans, and she bucked up against his hand. He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit and she wondered if she might come through her jeans. If he kept rubbing her that way she was going to...

"You'll orgasm once." He was still gazing directly into her eyes and she squirmed under his stare, but didn't look away.

"Then I'm going to fuck you, nice and slow, and I want to feel you come again around my cock, do you understand? I want to feel you throb around me."

She wished she didn't have to be quiet, the thought of being interrupted by partygoers from downstairs making her arousal that much sharper... "Yes."

"That's good." His tongue flicked out and lapped at her upper lip, and she gasped again. "After that second time I'm going to fuck you faster. You're going to keep quiet for me, you're going to let me do whatever I want. You know you're going to like it, don't you."

"Yes," she whispered. 

"Excellent." He kissed her again, and while she eagerly tasted his mouth, his hands were at her hips, working on her jeans, unbuttoning, tugging down the fly, pulling both jeans and panties down. She started to kick them off and he murmured against her mouth, "You leave them around your ankles." She obeyed. 

He rose, stepped off the bed, surveyed her body, nude, shirt and bra around her wrists, jeans and panties around her ankles, and she could see the bulge in his jeans, see his own eagerness. 

"We haven't begun yet and I know I want to do this with you again," he murmured. "Someplace more private. When I can hear you scream, and nobody else can."

She squirmed against the bed, feeling soft cotton under her and cool night air over her, and near-embarrassing dampness between her legs. 

He unbuttoned his jeans, drew the fly down, and she watched him intently. His erection sprang free and bobbed toward her. She could see a silvery line of pre-cum trail from the tip of his cock to his jeans. He was big, thick, veined, with a fat smooth mushroom head. She wanted to draw her tongue over his slit and taste him.

He stepped out of his jeans and moved toward her at the head of the bed. He knelt and crawled closer to her. She licked her lips. 

He dropped one hand to his shaft and stroked it slowly. "You want this in your mouth?"

She swallowed and nodded. 

He positioned his legs over her head, pushed his tip between her lips, stared down at her. She closed her eyes and suckled him. He tasted salty and sweet, the skin velvet-smooth and hot under her tongue. She opened her mouth wider, took in a few more inches, swirled her tongue around him.

He swung his leg around so he was straddling her head, knees on either side of her ears as he positioned himself to 69, and she could feel him kissing his way down her body. 

A moment later she felt his tongue lapping at her exposed swollen clit and she cried out around his cock. He pushed himself deeper in her mouth. "Quiet," he laughed, then went back to licking her. 

She writhed under his mouth and desperately sucked at him. His tongue lapped at her clit, at her swollen labia, and then his fingers were trailing over her warm flesh, drawing small circles around her opening, dipping into her...

She cried out again around the erection filling her mouth, and her hips jerked against William's face with her first orgasm. He eagerly lapped at the gush of wetness. 

"That's good," he murmured against her thighs. "Very good." 

He drew himself up, let her suck on him for another moment, slowly drew his cock out of her mouth. "I'll let you finish me that way next time," he promised, then bent to kiss her. She could taste her juices on his mouth. "You're delicious," he whispered, then positioned himself parallel to her. 

He turned her easily, his hands enormous on her small body, rolling her onto her belly. He drew her up on her hands and knees, pressed her thighs and knees together, drew her hips up so her ass was pointing up. The cool night air against her exposed opening made her squirm.

He moved so he was kneeling behind her, held her hips and drew his tongue over her puffy labia, and she groaned.

"Bite into your shirt," William ordered. She drew her wrists up to her face, settling her teeth around her shirt, obeying without question. 

She felt him move into position behind her and she keened softly with anticipation into the mouthful of fabric. 

He drew the tip of his cock up and down between her pussy lips, coating himself with her moisture. She heard him sigh softly. "You smell so good," he murmured. "You feel so warm."

He slid his tip in, then out. Slid in an inch deeper, then out. Two inches. Three. She moaned impatiently into her shirt. 

He heard her, chuckled. Abruptly drove himself into her, his hips striking her ass. She gasped, wriggled, tried to make room for him to fit. She felt stretched and full and it was starting to hurt...

Then he started moving, slow strokes in and out of her, and she moaned again.

He kept one hand on her hip and slid the other between her legs, found her clit, rubbed in small circles, his fingertips soaked in her wetness.

She moaned louder and started to buck against him, feeling her second orgasm rush up. 

William gazed down at Catelyn's arched back, her raised ass, his cock sliding in and out of her. She was so tight, so tense, and so very wet... It had clearly been awhile since Aaron had been with her. 

He kept her thighs tight together to increase the friction, kept his fingertips on her clit to bring her orgasm more quickly. The more she enjoyed it the more likely she'd want to do it again, and even as he took pleasure in the moment, he was planning their next encounter.

"You're very responsive," William observed, deliberately keeping his movements slow and steady. He let her push back against him, let her set the pace, rubbing her clit in leisurely circles. 

He leaned over her back, sliding the hand on her hip up her body, drawing it around to stroke her breasts, keeping his other hand on her clitoris. He moved his lips up her neck, up to her ear. "I want to feel you come around me," he whispered.

He heard her squeal a little as she orgasmed the second time, nearly on command. "That's good," he said softly. "That's so very good. Good girl." He had to struggle to keep his voice even; the sensation of her pussy contracting and quivering around him was making it hard to think. He wanted to come, so very badly, but he also wanted her thoroughly satisfied.

He kept her on her hands and knees, kept his hand between her legs, and started to fuck her hard and fast. 

He could hear her moaning into the cloth around her wrists, could feel her trying to edge away from him, knew that it was starting to hurt. He rubbed her little nub more firmly. She stopped struggling and started pushing back against him, and he could hear her keening into her fists. 

He kept his hand on her clitoris, rubbing hard, and he felt her third orgasm begin, the first quivering twitches in her stomach and hips and around his cock. He kept up the quickened pace, feeling his balls slap against her clit and his hand. He sighed. "Good girl. That's good. Very good." 

"Keep... keep going..." she gasped, then bit back down on the shirt.

He pounded harder into her and she cried out into the shirt. The music downstairs was thumping through the floor. He knew nobody could hear her, but he'd have to punish her for the noise nonetheless...

Her third orgasm throbbed around him, almost painful, almost too much, and he could hear her moaning into the cloth around her wrists, and he kept pumping, a punishing pace, fingers on her clit, other hand clamped on her hip and keeping her steady, "Fuck..." he groaned, "You feel amazing..."

Her orgasm peaked and he could feel her start to twist away from his fingers, and he let off the pressure on her clit, felt her start to relax, oh thank God...

William cried out a little as he came, his thighs and hips stiffening sharply, both his hands clenching on her hips, keeping her in place as he emptied himself into her. Distantly he heard her sigh as he came, felt her body slump into the bed. 

He held her in place for another moment, then reluctantly slid free of her. The cool air of the room on his heated cock came as a surprise, not unpleasant. 

William leaned down on the bed, facing Catelyn. She'd curled up a little on her side, modestly trying to cover her breasts and thighs, her hands and feet still bound with her clothes and his sweater. Her hair was mussed. Eyeliner was smeared around her eyes; she'd cried a little. Her lipstick was all but gone, her mouth still stained pink with the memory of it. Her skin was smooth, arms and legs sunburnt, torso pale by comparison, and the bruises would show up soon enough, his fingerprints on her hips. He'd handled her roughly.

He wondered if he could go for another round. Looking at her, so clearly and thoroughly debauched and used, was making him hard again. This time he wanted to watch her face while they did it. He wanted to see how she'd look with his come on her face. With Aaron's come on her face. He wanted to watch her suck off her husband while he fucked her from behind.

The sounds of the party below were winding down. No time for anything more just now. But soon. 

He kept his eyes on her. Catelyn's eyes were shut. William grabbed his phone with a quick movement, lightly tossed it onto his jeans on the floor. Then he got up off the bed.

"Clean yourself up," he said briskly. "We need to get back."