1. Chanel and Ethan 27


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    once called me baby before. Not even in the bedroom...I like it. "I think I'm ready to go," Chanel says, her electric blue eyes composed. Before I can respond, she stands up, balancing on her wedge heels. "It was nice talking to you, Matt." Chanel smiles her pearls at him. He nods again, grinning at her, but doesn't say anything. I glare at him, pulling Chanel into my side, and he's much less confident now. Bitch. Chanel quickly says goodbye to Tawni and we leave. As soon as we step out onto the road, there's an empty cab, so we jump in. It's only a few blocks, but Chanel's practically in my lap through the ride back. She won't let go of me, so I won't let go of her. The tension it's creating is palpable, the way she bites her lip or nudges her nose against mine without kissing me, teasing me. We get to our room and she doesn't hold back anymore, our lips eagerly making contact for the first time in too long. Both of us are impatient. I'm pretty sure fucking Matt has something to do with it, too, but I don't give a shit. Her being so eager to give herself to me is not an action I can bring myself to regret. This is steadily becoming my favorite part of the day. Being uncandid with her, fucking her, taking everything she offers. I back Chanel up against the wall to keep her still, her mouth trying to dominate mine. Her hands are pulling at my shirt, both of us panting the same space of air between kissing each other. My hands roam her waist, pushing her shirt up as I go. Damn, ...
    her skin is always so fucking soft. "You're cute when you're jealous," Chanel says and kisses me. Haha...fuck. My instinct is to deny it, but we both know she's right. I grab her ass, lifting and pinning her against the wall, her legs wide open against me. "I'm sorry," I mumble as Chanel braids her fingers in my hair. "Don't be," she says, pushing me closer to her with the heels of her feet. I pull her off the wall and walk to the bed. "I just don't want to share you," I say, lowering her onto her back. I bury my face in her neck, my hand running up her thigh. "I don't want anyone to make you feel..." I whisper, and rub my hand against her cunt, making her gasp. "...Like I make you feel," I finish, and she moans. I put my mouth on hers and she opens immediately, her tongue massaging mine. My fingers fumble with her clothes, but eventually I have her naked. Chanel slides my shirt off, and when I lay my bare chest on hers, she hums. Even knowing she's with me and no one else, I still want to consume her. Then I have an idea. "Chanel," I say her name against her lips. "Yes?" she pants. "You trust me?" I ask, needing to double check. "Of course. Why?" she asks, and presses her lips to my jaw. "I want to try something with you." "Mmm what's that?" "Would you let me tie your hands together?" I ask, and I can feel her smile against my skin. "You want to tie me up?" she asks in her intoxicating voice, confirming my answer. Fuck yes I do. "Not if you don't want me to," I say, despite ...
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