Continuing the further adventures of the irrepressible Kimmie and Ryan the stud.
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Chapter 13: Tie me up, tie me down.
Sometime during the night, Kimmie has wrapped her body around me. It's nice. We had a good time last night. It's like we were lovers, not just two people getting off. I'm not sure what that means…but it was nice. It's been a long time since I've made love like that.
I'd turned my phone off after my mom's call yesterday and I know I'm in for an earful as soon as I turn it on again. I bite the bullet and immediately the screen starts to flash with messages. Later.
She's really beautiful when she's sleeping.
I start to trace my fingers up her arm and follow the trail with my lips.
"Mmm…" She starts to respond, rolling on her back lazily as I continue my tasting of her flesh.
I kiss her breasts and her fingers run through my hair as she wakes up. I run my hands down her thighs and back up again, and grin as she opens up for me.
"Morning, stud," she moans, clearly pleased with her alarm.
"Morning…" I murmur, lowering my kisses.
It doesn't take long for her to start getting off and screaming my name. She's pulling my hair and when I finally feel her reach her peak, my cell phone starts to buzz on the nightstand.
I have to get it. The Cohens are going to kill me if I don't answer.
"Hey…" Kimmie pants as I roll off her and reach for the phone.
"Ryan, wait…" she purrs, fully awake now. She's got that look in her eye but I have to fight it.
"I have to get this." I flip my phone open. I have to make this quick. "Hello?"
"Dude."
"Seth…" I lose my voice as Kimmie straddles my chest. It takes all my control not to cry out as she grips me suddenly. I definitely don't want to be moaning Seth's name, this is just…wrong.
"Summer says…" he starts.
"Summer's crazy," I choke out while Kimmie puts the condom on me and…she's enjoying this a little too much, which while it is a little weird, is also totally hot…
"Is Kimmie there? Dude, tell me the truth…"
I can't take my eyes off her as Kimmie readjusts her position and looks at me hungrily while slowly sliding over me. I have to grit my teeth to hold any focus because she feels really good.
"Summer says Luke says you brought Kimmie up and you guys fucked like rabbits and kinky nympho-monkeys and she said that he said that Kimmie sounds like a live-action porno movie and I know from the episode in the broom closet that he's not making that up…Ryan…Ryan, are you there?" Seth's voice is distant in my ear.
Kimmie smiles again and leans over, taking one of my nipples in her mouth and I know I'm going to lose it…
"What are you doing, Ryan?" Seth asks, his voice loud again through the phone.
Kimmie giggles and as soon as I get my senses enough to respond she kisses me, guiding my rhythm with her hips.
"Oh, god, you're doing Kimmie right now, aren't you?" Seth yells.
"Seth, it's…" But I'm breathing hard now and Kimmie's not letting up. "I'm half asleep, Seth…give me ten minutes…" I finally manage to say.
Kimmie takes the phone. "Twenty…" And she closes the phone with a snap.
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Kimmie's in the shower and I'm fucking tired. But…it was worth it.
Now I have to face the music. I dial Seth back and lean back against the rumpled bed to wait.
"Dude. What the hell…"
"Seth…" I have to stop him before his babble goes into hyperdrive.
"Were you just fucking Kimmie on the phone?"
We weren't actually 'on' the phone, just 'on' the bed. I have to lie… "I was asleep, I was having a dream, you totally woke me up…"
" 'Twenty minutes'?" Seth asks. Damn. I'd forgotten about that.
"Well…I had just woken up…"
"I can't believe you've been with Kimmie on some sort of cross-country sex marathon…"
He pauses for a long moment and I know he's thinking the same thing I'm thinking. I wonder what Kimmie's doing over spring break…
"Ryan, man, you could get in so much trouble…"
"Have you seen Kimmie, Seth?"
"Not as much as Summer has," he mutters.
"I apologized for that." I did. Even though I know I'll be apologizing for months and years to come…
"So is she as much of a freak as Luke says? Tequila shots and thongs and…"
"Seth." He makes it sound so depraved. "Do your parents know?"
"I wouldn't rat you out like that…but Summer's fucking livid."
"Why's she so interested in my sex life?"
"Believe me, I've asked her and many bruises and a busted eardrum later…she insists she's just worried about you. She doesn't like Kimmie and nothing I say is making any difference."
"I'm fine, Seth." I can't believe she's chalking up her obsession with my sex life to her being worried about me. Why is everyone worried about me?
"Then why'd you run off?"
"I needed some time, I needed this…"
"What? A weekend of meaningless sex?"
"A weekend away with a friend…"
"I'm not a friend?" Seth scoffs.
"I don't think you can do what Kimmie can do." And I don't think I ever want to find out.
"Granted…but are you sure you're okay? Like…with your mom and Mary?"
"Yeah, Seth. I needed to get away from all of that. Without having to field a bunch of questions the whole time I'm away. I needed to relax."
"Okay, man. I'll let you off the hook for now… but simply because Kimmie's so… she's so fucking hot."
"You think your dad will let me slide?"
"He'll never find out. I've got your back."
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Ryan's been frisky all day. Something about last night has sent him into this weird 'cuddling' mood. Almost like he's happy.
Not that he's not a happy guy, he's just…broody. Most of the time we've spent together, he's been brooding and sexy and quiet but he's more…satisfied today.
Me, on the other hand, I'm just enjoying the ride. After his hot little wake-up this morning, we've been taking our time on our way home. He lets me control the radio and I let him drive.
We're a few hours from home when his cell phone rings. Seth and Summer have been calling about every half hour, but luckily, Ryan's not stressing about it, he almost seems amused.
"This is Ryan…oh, hey, Sandy…yeah, I'm on the road…" Ryan says.
I like teasing him, he's so sexy when he's flustered, so I slide my hand from its place on his leg closer to his thigh.
"Kimmie? Why are you asking me about…oh…you heard that? Um…" Ryan's red now, but it's not because of my touch. He must be busted for real this time.
"Everything okay?" I whisper. We've tackled enough obstacles this weekend, it can't be all for nothing…
He shakes his head at me and all at once – happy, cuddly Ryan is gone and brooding Ryan is back. Not that he's any less hot, just less happy.
"Sandy…no, seriously, it's not…okay. We'll talk about it when I get home…how far am I? Um…" He glances at me, motioning for the map.
And I just know that he's going to want to go straight home and I won't get to play with him anymore. Like Seth's parents will approve of me, what parents would approve of me? I just kidnapped him for the weekend and corrupted him…
"Hang on, Sandy, I'm trying to give you an estimate…" Ryan says.
I point at a spot on the map and hold it up so he can see it while he's driving and talking on the phone. I hope he doesn't notice…
"Looks like Monterey…yeah, I know, still pretty far…you want me to drive all night?" He asks. After a pause, he glances at me with a curious expression. "Sure…I'll see you tomorrow…I know, I'm grounded…okay, Sandy. I'll call you…"
"What?" I ask when he closes the phone and turns to me.
"We are nowhere near Monterey, Kimmie…" he smirks.
"So? You in a hurry to get home for your grounding?"
He doesn't answer immediately and I'm worried that maybe he's pissed again…but then he takes my hand and squeezes it.
"Thanks."
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It took about an hour for Ryan's paranoia to kick in. Now we're pulled over at a drugstore so he can buy a razor. He seems to think being clean-shaven will help his case with the Cohens.
He's so hot with the blond stubble on his chin and it really seemed like a good idea for me to ditch his razor at Luke's house. But he seems to think Mrs. Cohen will disapprove.
I don't want him to get in trouble. He's been so great all weekend…I wish there was something I could do for him. I'm standing in front of the condom display but nothing seems to be jumping out at me. I want to do something special…
I pull out my cell phone and dial my mother's number. I haven't talked to her since we left for Portland; hopefully she's not pissed, too.
"Hello?" she answers perkily.
"Hi, Mom…"
"Kimmie, what a surprise…are you in jail? Need bail?"
"Funny…"
"What? It wouldn't be the first time…what's going on? When are you getting back from your trip?"
"Sometime tomorrow. I need a favor…"
"A favor, is that what they call bail now?"
My mom thinks she's hilarious. "No, mom…this guy, he's been really great all weekend and he's paid for everything…"
"You're charging him? That's not how I raised you, Kimmie…"
"Shut up, mom!" I snap and the man reaching past me for a box of condoms turns beet red. I smile apologetically but he hurries off.
"Okay, Kimmie, what's your favor?"
"What's that place you and dad go to all the time, it's in Santa Barbara and you guys…"
"Fuck like rabbits?"
"Mom…" She's so fucking irritating.
She laughs. "San Ysidro Ranch?"
"Yeah, that's the place…"
"Kimmie, that place is expensive, even for your tastes. Why should I even consider this? I don't know anything about this boy except that he's sexy and…"
"Mom. Stop it. He's a good friend. You would have loved the way he knocked Jay down…"
"He met Jay? You saw Jay?"
"Chill, mom. The bastard dumped me in an email, I convinced Ryan to drive me over to UCLA so I could…so I could talk to him…"
"And your new beau, he decked him?"
"Yeah. Jay's an ass."
"We've been telling you that for years, honey. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, mom. I'm fine. Ryan's been great."
"Rebounds never work out, honey…"
I roll my eyes at her. Always with the advice. "He's not a rebound, he's a friend. So…about Santa Barbara…will you call them?"
"I'll make the reservation. I hope he's worth it, Kimmie…"
"Oh, he is." I pluck two boxes of condoms off the shelf. I love my mom.
Now – all I need to do is convince Ryan…
"Hey, stud, I have an idea."
He turns to me with a skeptical look on his face. "Yeah? What kind of an idea?"
"Ryan, I think I owe you one. I mean, you've been doing everything this trip – driving, paying for gas, and you wouldn't let me pay for the motel… so I want to take care of our last night."
"Oh. Okay, I guess. I mean, thanks. That's… really sweet of you." And he smiles at me, a smile that turns into a smirk when he sees the two boxes I set on the counter.
"You can get these, stud," I whisper in his ear, my hand on his ass, while the geeky guy behind the counter blushes furiously. "Because, believe me, we're going to need them."
I think I want the last night of our trip to be… memorable. Maybe it's time vanilla boy here got a little more adventurous… Hmm.
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Kimmie's being pretty mysterious about our destination, just giving me directions as we arrive in Santa Barbara. Until we drive into these vast grounds, through beautiful gardens, and I realize that we are in some exclusive resort, which is obviously fucking expensive, and she looks almost apologetic.
"I knew if I'd told you, you would have said no, stud. This is San Ysidro Ranch. Jackie Kennedy and JFK honeymooned here."
"Huh?" It's even worse than I thought.
"My parents come here for their dirty weekends. I got my mom to get us reservations."
Great. So now Mrs. Gentry is actually organizing my love life. I swear Kimmie's family lives on another planet. I must look a little shocked because Kimmie laughs and kisses me on the cheek.
"Relax, Ryan, my mom thinks you're really cool. Especially since I told her about you decking Jay. You're her hero."
I'm not sure that's good news. But at this stage – I'll just go with the flow.
Kimmie handles the checking-in and we end up in a luxurious cottage with a terrace overlooking the mountains. There's a big iron-framed bed, and Kimmie looks decidedly frisky when she spies it. She's got that look in her eyes again – and I can't deny I'm curious about what she has in mind for later.
It's been a long drive, and it's nice to unwind with a smoke on the terrace – which is surrounded by greenery and so secluded it feels like we're the only people around.
Sandy sounded pretty pissed on the phone earlier – he really didn't appreciate me lying to them. I feel guilty, but at the same time, I feel so much better than I did when I left – even with Mom's call – that I think it's been worth it. Kimmie is really good at making me forget my troubles. Actually, she's good at making me feel good. Which is no small achievement.
"Do you want to go out for dinner, stud, or shall we just order some room service," Kimmie says, as she walks through the glass doors, and my jaw drops. She's wearing some sort of silk and lace negligee, over a strappy number, with stockings, and lacy shorts and… God I don't even know the name of the lingerie she's wearing, but it's cream-colored silk and it looks fucking amazing against her tanned skin and long legs and just looking at her makes me want to…well, do her. She looks delicious.
I'm definitely in for an earful tomorrow – but by the look of things, tonight alone might just make up for it. Because – whoa! Even by Kimmie standards – this is hot.
"Yeah, we can order room service," I say, and frankly – food? Is the last thing on my mind right now.
She smiles at me and steps back in to pick up the phone. I can hear her talking to some guy about champagne, seafood, and whipped cream. At least that's what it sounds like, and I can see we're headed for an interesting evening. I wonder how she got them to supply booze, but it's Kimmie – and these days, nothing surprises me about Kimmie.
She strolls back to the door, poised on her high heels, and she leans against the frame, smiling at me.
"So, what do you think about the view?" she says.
"It's pretty fine from where I'm standing," I reply, and that is the honest truth.
"Give me a toke of that," she murmurs and she sits next to me, crossing and uncrossing her stockinged legs until I feel compelled to run my hand up her thigh and she smiles even wider.
"Stud, you might be busted, but I promise I'll make it worth your while tonight."
We sit on the terrace for a while, while the sun sets, and Kimmie massages my neck and shoulders while I relax into her hands. By the time room service turns up I am feeling ready for anything.
Kimmie deals with room service – I bet the staff here are used to lingerie-clad girls answering the door – and comes back out ten minutes later with a couple of glasses of champagne.
"Want to come inside?" she says, seductively, after a few sips, and yeah, I do.
She's definitely set the mood – there's some discreet lighting, and some candles, and funky music playing in the background, and then she takes the glass away from my hand, places it on a table and she wraps herself around me.
Within seconds we're locked in a passionate embrace, and Kimmie is unbuttoning my shirt. She removes it, kissing her way down my chest, and throws it over a chair. But when I try to do the same with her she shakes her head and pushes me backwards until I fall onto the bed.
"I get to call the shots tonight," she says, "unless you object, stud?"
And with that she straddles me slowly, and pushes my hand away when I try to grab her breast. As if I can argue with her right now…
"Down, boy, down!" she says, laughing.
She leans over me, her breasts spilling out of her camisole and her push-up bra and stares me in the eye.
"Do you trust me?" she whispers.
"I guess."
"No, I mean really," she says, and her voice is low and sultry. "Like, you know, I used to trust Jay and look how he fucked me over. You… you've turned out to be more of a friend than I could ever imagine. I trust you, Ryan…"
Hmm. Do I trust her? Yeah, I probably do. But what has she got in mind?
"I can't help but feel that if I say yes, things will happen," I say.
She bends down and whispers into my ear: "Yeah, but good things, stud. I swear."
I close my eyes and consider the options. Fuck it. I do trust her. After what's happened in the past few days I feel that she's not going to fuck me over. Not any more. Plus – I am curious and she's just too hot for me to deny myself this...
"Yes."
"Do you trust me enough to play with me?" And she's staring at me with those eyes, getting darker by the minute, and all I can do is nod. My mouth has gone dry.
Kimmie reaches behind her and flourishes a couple of scarves. So, she's going to tie me up. Kinky girl...
She does it very efficiently, and it's not painful nor too tight but my hands are bound and even if I wanted to I don't think I can undo the knots. Well, not easily at any rate. I feel slightly apprehensive and extremely horny.
Kimmie gives me a real man-eating smile and gets off the bed. She picks up the remote for the stereo and turns the music up, a throbbing bass-led number and starts swaying to it. She picks up the rhythm and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and smiling at me, looking sexy as fuck in her lingerie. I can't take my eyes off her.
And then she lets her negligee slip off her shoulders slowly, while her hands run up and down her body. Fuck, she's stripping for me. And holy shit, Kimmie can do a strip tease. By the time the camisole's off and she's down to her bra I am panting, and my jeans feel like they are several sizes too small.
At which point, Kimmie moves back onto the bed. She straddles me again before unclasping her bra and very slowly stripping it off her body. She's now topless, and she starts grinding herself against me in a circular motion that makes me temporarily lose my bearings. She runs her hands up her sides and strokes her own breasts, all the while looking at me through half-lidded eyes.
I starts to struggle at the restraints because, Christ, I want to get my hands on her. Or my mouth. Now. I don't know if this was a good idea because I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't get to touch her.
She laughs at me struggling and bends down to plant a kiss on my lips. A hot, wet, passionate kiss that leaves me breathless.
"Oh, you can try, but I think you'll find these aren't that easy to slip off," she says. "But I'll let you go if you really want me to, of course…"
I look up at her as she straightens up and starts moving for me again, her hands wandering over her body, shuddering from her own touch. She's really getting into her little game, and she's thrown her head back and she's moaning, really loudly for a change, and I'm desperate to get my hands on her. I find my breathing's gone ragged, and I'm bucking futilely under her, but she's just out of my reach. I'm on the verge of passing out because all the blood has now left my brain for parts south.
"God, Kimmie…"
She's flushed and breathing heavily when she looks back at me, and she smiles wickedly.
"So, stud," she purrs, "enjoying the show? Or would you like a little more action?"
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Wow. I'm still buzzing from my little display – it felt really hot to have Ryan watching me.
"Kimmie…" he groans, and it sounds like he's begging.
"Un-huh, sweetie, you're going to have to tell me what you want," I say – and damn, I'm really getting a kick out of this. As is he, it seems, judging by the bulge in his jeans.
He licks his lips and looks me straight in the eye. "Okay. I want to fuck you. Now. That good enough for you?" Oh, yeah. Except… not tonight, no.
"Not yet, stud. I think you deserve a little fun before we get there…" And with that I bend down to kiss him softly and I jump off the bed and walk towards the tray room service left on the table. Time for a little more kinky fun, I think, and I pick up a couple of ice cubes and hide them in y hand when I go back to the bed.
I climb back on the bed.
"Close your eyes," I whisper.
He does. And I start trailing an ice cube down his chest and on his nipple, so he opens them wide again, swearing and bucking under me. But he calms down and I can see he's enjoying it, too. Especially when I get further down and start playing with the button of his jeans. And then, well let's just say he likes the hot/cold treatment, because when I go down on him he lets me have my wicked way with him.
When I look back up at him his eyes are still unfocused and he's panting. I scoot up and kiss him and lie next to him for a sensual hug and we stay there together for a few minutes, while his heartbeat gets back to normal. I nuzzle his neck. He smells nice.
"That was… something else," he says, finally. "So do I get released now?"
"Oh no, stud. I'm not done with you yet," I reply, running my nails up this denim-clad thigh and I'm pleased to see that I'm already getting a reaction. Oh, Ryan, I do love your stamina.
I start touching and kissing him all over, because I just love having all that hard muscly body at my disposal, and the fact that he can't do anything back really gets me going. Ryan's such an alpha male, seeing him helpless and having to beg for it is… very erotic. And he's getting into the kinkiness of it too, judging by his rapid recovery.
Next up, I think, whipped cream…
I decorate Ryan like a cake, and have a lot of messy and yummy fun licking it off him, and then I take pity of him and allow him to lick whipped cream of me, too, because why should I deprive myself?
"So, Ryan, what exactly did you say you wanted?" I murmur, when all the cream is gone, because his voice is such a turn-on I love hearing it during sex. And he's just too quiet to do it all on his own.
"C'mon, Kimmie," he groans. "You know what I damn want."
I bend down and lick his ear and trail my tongue down to his collarbone. He's a little sticky from the cream, but he still tastes like Ryan under it all and I can't get enough of him.
He's squirming, and he's totally ready again, and my resolve has evaporated. I've kept this going for long enough now… maybe it's time for some release.
He grins at me as I snag a condom from one of the boxes I got earlier.
Then I lower myself onto him and oooooh that feels good, stud. Especially when he starts thrusting and we fall into a rocking rhythm – and suffice it to say I'm not the only one screaming at the end of that wild ride.
Wow, Ryan, that was... impressive. I collapse onto his sweaty chest and kiss him thoroughly.
"So, do I get to tie you up next?" he murmurs into my neck when we've recovered our breath.
Oh, stud, I thought you'd never ask.