We got back to his building in record time and were all over each other in the elevator. I was dying to just rip his clothes off and put my hands all over his bare skin, but I managed to restrain myself when the doors opened on his floor.
We went into his apartment and I turned on the lights while he shut and locked the door. We both took off our jackets and tossed them aside along with my overnight bag. We stepped back into each other's arms, kissing feverishly as we made our way to the couch.
I pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing his bare chest. I ran my hands over his skin, loving the feel of his hair passing between my fingers. I squeezed his nipples gently and he moaned, reaching for the buttons on my blouse.
Once the first few were open, I lifted my arms up and he tugged it over my head before reaching around my back and unhooking my bra. He groped at my bare breasts, squeezing the mounds of flesh roughly, full of desire and need. I pushed my skirt down to the floor.
We didn't speak, communicating only with our bodies and occasional grunts and moans. We rained kisses over each other's flesh, pawing the skin hungrily until I finally shoved him backwards onto the couch.
I tugged his pants and boxers down and off, getting up onto my knees between his legs and squeezing his cock, coaxing out the first few drops of precum. He groaned and rolled his head back, his hands twined in my hair. I licked the shaft gently, running my tongue up and over the tip and lapping up another drop of his fluids.
His grip tightened and he held my head still as he started thrusting his hips forward, jamming his dick into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked furiously, my hands massaging his balls and my throat working to swallow the salty drops deposited onto the back of my tongue.
He fucked my mouth hard and I loved it. His hands pulled at my hair as he got closer to climax and I knew my panties were soaked. I'd worked him into a frenzy and he was gasping and moaning with every thrust. I wanted to swallow his load and I knew I would get it any second.
Suddenly, he cried out and came, pumping his fluids down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, my hands still massaging his nuts and my tongue still swirling around his cock.
Finally, he pushed my head away, his lust momentarily satiated, and he sat there panting. I smiled up at him and he gently stroked my face.
"You have no idea how hot you make me, do you?" he asked.
"I'm getting a pretty good idea," I said, kissing his hand.
"I need something to drink. Want anything?"
"Sure," I said, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
He stood up and I watched him carefully as he walked to the kitchen. I loved watching his ass, loved the way the muscles moved under the skin. My nipples stiffened as I imagined the feel of that skin under my hands when he'd fuck me.
He came back out of the kitchen with a can of soda in each hand. He sat on the couch and gave me one. He watched me silently as I took a few swallows. I just stared right back at him, wondering if he'd still want to try any of the things I'd suggested now that he'd cum.
I hoped so.
After a few seconds, he took a long drink and cleared his throat. "Why don't you come up here instead of just sitting on the floor."
"Okay."
I started to get up, but he gestured for me to stop. "Take off your panties first."
I stood and pushed them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and sat next to him, well aware he was still staring at me.
"Lie back on the pillow and put your legs over me."
I did what he asked and rested my head on the throw pillow. I swung my legs up over his lap and he put his hands on my thighs, massaging them. I didn't say anything, wanting to see what he had in mind.
"Close your eyes and open your legs."
My eyes slid shut and I shivered in anticipation. I felt his fingers slide up and down the skin on my legs before finally coming to rest on the fleshy mound on top of my pussy. He rubbed it firmly, pinching at it and even tugging on the strip of curly hair. I sucked in my breath as he parted the lips, exposing me.
"So wet already," he murmured, stroking the inner folds. He slid a finger into my cunt, still holding me open with his other hand and making me moan, lifting my hips to meet him. He pressed me back down and whispered, "No, stay still."
I nodded silently, my eyes still squeezed shut. He pumped his finger in and out a few times before removing it. He brought it up to my mouth and rubbed the moisture into my lips. "Lick it off," he instructed, and I complied happily, my tongue darting out and tasting my juices.
As soon as my lips had been licked clean, he put his hand back on my pussy, gripping the clit between his thumb and index finger. He rubbed it softly at first but then intensified the pressure a little at a time until he was pinching at the base, making the nub fill up and swell.
I'm not sure how much time passed, but it seemed like we sat there for nearly forever, not moving or speaking, just him squeezing my clit and still holding the lips spread wide open. It was driving me absolutely insane.
I started twitching here and there, my body refusing to stay still. I was rolling my head back and forth while I bit into my lip, moaning. My hips started to move again, thrusting up and down in a vain attempt to make his hand go back to rubbing.
After a few minutes, he gave my clit a final pinch and took his hands away from my snatch. I groaned in frustration and he chuckled. "You don't sit still very well, do you?"
"Sorry," I whispered, my eyes fluttering open. I looked at him, not at all surprised to see an amused grin on his face.
"How can I keep you still? I want to touch you all over and not have you pull away."
I didn't say anything, mostly because I had no real suggestions for him. His bed had low posts that could easily be used for tethering, but I doubted he had the cuffs we used at Torch. He squeezed one of my nipples absently as he thought, making my cunt clench uselessly against itself.
"Come on," he said, easing my legs down so he could get up. "Let's go in the bedroom."
I stood and walked to his room. He followed closely and turned on the light before going over to the dresser and opening the top drawer. "Go lie down on the bed," he said, rummaging around.
I laid on the bed and watched as he pulled out a handful of wrinkled neckties. He turned around and noticed my confused expression. "My brother is always sending me ties. He says I'll need them for interviews once I decide to look for a 'real' job.
"They should work."
He sat down next to me and reached for one of my hands. He looped a tie around my wrist and knotted it, giving it a tug to make sure it wouldn't come loose. He slipped a finger into the loop to make sure it wasn't too tight and once he was satisfied, he tied it to the top post above my shoulder, leaving me very limited movement in that arm.
He quickly repeated the process and soon I was held spread-eagled on the bed, tethered by all four limbs. I tugged on the makeshift restraints to see just how much give I had. I could only move my arms a few inches up or down and my legs were even tighter, making it virtually impossible for me to squeeze them shut even the slightest bit.
He stood up and looked down at me, clearly pleased with his work. He gave my nipple a sharp pinch and I gasped, more from surprise than anything else. I was basically at his mercy, and that turned me on more than I'd ever imagined.
"Are you still sure about this?" he asked, pulling my nipple up towards the ceiling with steady pressure.
"Yes, I'm sure," I breathed, feeling yet another surge of wetness in my cunt.
"You'll tell me if it's too much?"
"I promise."
He bent down and kissed me, his tongue parting my lips and sliding into my waiting mouth. He tasted me, our tongues touching and massaging each other softly. Seconds later, he broke the kiss and stood up.
He went back over to his dresser and pulled out a thin, leather belt. I sucked in my breath at the sight of him holding it, feeling both apprehensive and excited. He walked to the bottom of the bed and climbed up on it, kneeling comfortably between my legs. He set the belt down next to him, making sure it touched my inner thigh lightly so I knew exactly where it was.
He looked up at me, an odd smile on his face. "Look at you. All tied up and spread open. I could do anything to you right now and you can't stop me."
My heart gave a little squeeze. I was really showing him the ultimate trust. At Torch, even with the heavier restraints and heavier whips, there was always someone listening in to make sure I didn't get into any real trouble. Like with Cliff. I didn't have that luxury here. I was pretty sure that if I screamed enough, the neighbors would call the cops, but in theory, it could be too late by then.
I was trusting Andrew with my body and safety, trusting him to stop if I asked, trusting him essentially with my very life. The realization hit me hard.
He reached up and slipped yet another tie over my eyes, doubling it so no light came through and fastening it behind my head like a blindfold. I was now even more helpless than before, and as the darkness filled my head, I knew I'd never been so aroused or wet in my life.
The world had shrunk to the size of Andrew's mattress. Without movement or sight, nothing mattered except the sensations on my skin and the waves of excitement flowing through my body. Andrew hadn't so much as touched me yet, but I heard him walking around the room and I shivered, the anticipation making my pussy juices flow even more.
