Free Stockholm Surrender by Lily Harlem

head, “this is so fucked up and dysfunctional.”
    “Yes, yes it is, but clearly we can’t fight it. We tried that already. It didn’t work.”
    “You should hate me, despise me. Look at what I keep doing to you.” He gestured down my body then sank to his knees, resting his big, hot palms on my thighs.
    “Ty, I admire you. I admire you immensely.”
    “Admire me?” He snapped his head up and stared at me.
    “God, yes, look what you’re doing for James. How many mates would go to such lengths? He’s so lucky to have you fighting in his corner.”
    “What choice do I have?” His eyes held pain.
    “You have lots of choices. You could be getting on with your life, having fun, traveling, getting a serious job and working on a career. You’re not banged up.”
    “How can I when he’s in hell? We’ve been through so much together over the years, good times, fun times. How can I desert him when the going gets tough and when a justice system is so unfair?”
    I smiled. “And you wonder why I can’t stop thinking of a man who is so faithful to his friend, why I can’t stop wanting a man who is so passionate about justice.”
    “Is that really how you see me?”
    “Yes. I think you’re amazing.”
    “Oh Penny, why?”
    “Why do I think you’re amazing?”
    “No, why couldn’t we have just met on that beach and had fun like everyone else was?”
    “If we had we wouldn’t be together now. It would have been a night or two of wild sex and then we would have gone our separate ways.”
    “You think?”
    “Isn’t that how you and James were working your way around the globe? A pretty girl in every port?”
    He huffed. “Yeah, I guess.” Rubbing his hands up my legs, he looked at the juncture of my thighs, at the tiny triangle of material covering my pussy. “But you’re the sweetest, prettiest of them all.”
    “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
    “No, only you,” he whispered, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the elastic of my knickers.
    “Oh,” I said on a tight little sigh, staring at the darker roots of his sun-kissed hair.
    “Lift,” he said in a husky, low voice.
    I did as he asked and watched as he rolled my thong down my thighs, over my knees and off. The pale strip of my pubes was revealed and he wasted no time in kissing them and exploring a little lower with his fingertips.
    “Ty,” I murmured. “What—”
    “Shh, keep quiet,” he whispered, nudging my legs farther apart and settling his broad shoulders between them.
    I balled my hands into fists behind my back, tugging my wrists against their binds, wishing I could touch him too. Make him feel as adored and sexy as he made me feel.
    He kissed up my inner thigh, his hot tongue and ragged breaths heating my flesh. I clenched my butt cheeks, lifting off the chair a little. My pussy had experienced Ty’s tongue before. I knew what a damn expert he was and the memory alone sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine.
    “Ah baby, you’re so pretty,” he murmured, right before he treated my engorged folds to a long, luscious lick.
    My head dropped back and my knees clenched around his fleece-covered shoulders. “Oh god,” I muttered.
    He didn’t waste time. He got down to business quickly, seeking out my clit and probing his fingers into me. I was so wet, so turned-on. I could smell myself and hear moist little noises as he thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy.
    “Yes, oh yes,” I gasped. Finally, I was going to get some of the satisfaction I craved. A climax at his hands. It was what I needed so badly.
    “Ah, you taste like heaven,” he said. “I could feast on you all night.”
    “Sounds like a plan,” I managed as pressure built within me. He’d found my G-spot and was stroking it with firm, confident movements, combined with the heavenly stimulation on my clit. An orgasm was steaming toward me. A delicious, deep orgasm that would rock my whole pelvis. I curled forward as far as my tied hands would