He was going to die, but he’d die happy.
Melanie caressed a hand over his erection, palm curving around his shaft as she dragged her fingernails over the fabric constraining his cock. When she finished by cupping his balls, stars blurred his vision.
Stripping off the final barrier between them was the work of a moment, and he didn’t feel any remorse when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and held him tight. She wanted to give Nathan a show? He’d accept the challenge and revel in every moment.
The touch of her tongue made his spine straighten, but it was the moist heat of her mouth enclosing his cock that turned his mind to mush.
Derrick watched, fixated, as she moved in an easy rhythm over him, saliva slicking his cock as she bobbed her head. Ball-breaking pleasure wrapped him tight as she sucked hard on each withdrawal. The urge to tangle his fingers in her hair and take control hit. He wanted to slam forward, feel the soft back of her throat against the crest of his cock. But even more, he wanted to switch positions and drive into her sex. Feel her tightness and heat until he had nothing left to do but give in to his release.
He closed his eyes and savoured her touch. Whatever she wanted—he’d do it. Willingly and completely. Which meant no matter how good this felt, he couldn’t let her take him over the edge that approached at the speed of light.
He pulled from her mouth with a soft pop, the hard suction she gave at the final moment enough to make his eyes cross.
“Stand her up.”
Nathan’s gruff command brought Derrick back to reality—he stood naked in his climbing gym, as another man watched him play sexual games with Melanie. It shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, seeing the hunger on Nathan’s face that matched the desire in his own belly. He stooped and lifted Melanie to her feet. Their bare skin made contact, his erection trapped against her firm stomach. She wiggled, causing a fire of urgency to rain down.
It was time for him to take control. Because while Derrick’s ardour was racing upward at the thought of how hot the situation was about to get, his heart could only handle sharing Melanie, even like this, one last time. From here on, he was going to make sure all her fantasies were two-person only, with him and her in the starring roles, no audiences. And no one else directing the action.
Derrick twirled her on the spot, leaning her naked body against him. That left them both facing Nathan. If the other man wanted to watch, Derrick would make their playtime something worth witnessing. Something to claim Melanie in an unmistakable manner. Fuck if that made him a possessive asshole—she was his.
He reached around to cup her breast, his palm covering the firm mound as he massaged and teased, his fingers plucking at her nipple until her head fell back against him and she whimpered.
“What do you want, Mel? My mouth? My tongue stabbing into you until you can’t think?”
She squirmed, widening her stance. “Anything. Everything.”
“Ropes?”
Utter silence greeted him. Then her breath quickened, and her chest heaved as she fought for control.
Yes.
He kissed her nape. Soft. Gentle. Made sure she was solid on her own before he released her and made his way to the baskets where they stored the climbing ropes. He ignored the thicker weight and reached for the softest one. Once he had it in his hand, he made eye contact with her and slowly pulled the length free. In all their escapades over the past months, he hadn’t used ropes with her. One handful after another, the loops fell to the floor at his feet, their weight creating a hushed pulse with every new section. He let the strands slide through his fingers, enjoying the complete fascination he witnessed on her face. The trembling in her limbs.
He grabbed one more thing, then stooped and picked up the coil before returning to her side. His cock was so full it barely moved from its vertical position as he walked.
She flicked a glance at both his hands as he approached, examining the items he held. Her gaze landed on his groin, and she licked her lips. The tiny flash of pink tongue teased him. He wasn’t going to be able to last long once they got going.
He stopped beside her, letting the rope hit the ground with another solid thump.
Goose bumps rose over her skin, and he smiled as he knelt at her feet.
“Step in.”
Melanie raised a brow, but obediently lifted one foot at a time, resting one hand on his shoulder as he slipped a well-padded climbing harness onto her.
“Derrick? What are you doing?” Melanie brushed his fingers as he worked to close the buckle on the harness.
“You said you like ropes. So do I.”
Her eyes went black, pupils so wide they blurred into her dark brown irises.
Derrick threaded one of the fixed climbing ropes through her harness loops, tying off the figure eight faster than he ever had in his life. Then he reached down and got ready for the best part.
“Back on your knees.” Shit, was that his voice? He half expected her to run from the room screaming, the words burst out so gravely and harsh.
Instead, she smiled and fell gracefully to her knees. Only her gaze remained glued to the rope, and her breath hitched again.
He stepped behind her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. He trailed the end of the rope over her back, and she arched in reaction, perfect breasts presented toward where their now-silent witness stood.
Derrick concentrated for a moment, gathering his own strength. Then he began.
Her arms he left hanging. The first loop of rope crossed her body from left to right, the strand passing between her breasts. The second loop he wound around her torso, then a mirror loop right to left, framing her torso into erotic art.
Every layer he added—slow, methodical—brought increasing noises of pleasure from her lips. Small moans and sighs. Tiny gasps as his knuckles brushed her skin. When he was finished, the waist belt he’d placed on her was covered, except for the traditional leg harnesses looped around each of her thighs. The attached belaying rope lay free, blossoming from the middle of her back.
Nothing guarded her sex. She was locked in place, unable to move her upper body, and yet her sex, her breasts—all bare for his pleasure.
And hers.
He knelt, raising her chin until he could stare into her eyes. Making sure she was fine, that she was still on board. From the happy sigh she gave him, the hint of glazing in her eyes, and the wetness painting her inner thighs, it was clear she was enjoying herself.
“Ready?”
She nodded. He touched her breast again, just passing a fingertip over the peak, and her eyes closed. “Hmmm.”
“More?”
Derrick waited for her nod, then paced to the wall where the rope of her harness fed up to the ceiling carabiner. He lifted her skyward, only a couple feet, securing the loose end to the wall. He’d chosen a fixed rope that left Melanie suspended in the center of the room, free of any entanglements.
Derrick dropped to his knees and nestled his face against her, smelling her arousal, feeling the curls damp with moisture.
“Oh God. Derrick…”
He lifted her left leg over his shoulder, bringing her that much closer. One hand he slipped upward to open her, enjoying the way her cream glistened on her lips. Leaning in closer, he licked, her instant gasp of pleasure making him smile against her sex.
Then he gave up all restraint. Nibbles and long solid laves. A teasing caress around the heated nub of her clit. When that pulled a soft moan from her, he did it again, pausing to flick harder with the tip of his tongue. He’d barely gotten started when Melanie cried out, her fingers below the ropes clutching the straps of her leg harness as her body pulsed in climax.