Free Suspended by Taryn Elliott Page A

opened her eyes. His eyes glittered in the
diffused light as he used the second knuckle of his finger to go first
clockwise, then counterclockwise around her tight nipple. “Will you let me
touch you? Will you let me make you come?”
    She pressed closer. “Yes.”
    He stepped back, and she hissed. Goose bumps raced over her
skin without his warmth. He drew down both the straps of her tank and bra until
they became another binding. He cupped her breasts. “So small and perfect.” He
lowered his head, then used the flat of his tongue to swipe under one nipple
before fastening his lips around it and flicking with his tongue. Her ribs
expanded as she sucked in a deep breath. With his thumb and forefinger he
tugged at the other, drawing the tip away from her breast before releasing it.
Again and again the pressure increased with each pull. She jerked at her bonds.
There was just enough tension to hold, but she could still slip free. Instead
she linked her fingers and fell into the swamping pleasure.
    The suction from his mouth made her skin tingle. Her head
spun. He released her with a pop ,
letting the air hit her wet nipple. He switched to her other breast. The
fingers that had been ruthlessly plucking her nipple gripped her hip instead.
He drew so hard that her nipple throbbed like a heartbeat. He flicked his thumb
under the first one he’d paid attention to, and she cried out.
    He straightened and cradled both breasts, grazing her
nipples with the pads of his thumbs as he trailed the tip of his tongue up to
her clavicle, tracing the dip there, then along the column of her throat. All
the while, his endless metronome of a touch brought her nipples to such
sensitive peaks she could barely breathe. He nipped her chin and finally caught
her mouth. He opened her wide, stroking his tongue along hers.
    His kiss was a soft meeting of mouths, back and forth until
she had to shift her thighs apart just to stay upright. How could a touch be so
caring and so ruthless? She could taste the whiskey and the heat of him as she
ticked up another level of want. Her thighs quivered, and then the gentle
swipes turned to sharp pulls on each nipple. She heard her keening cry but
didn’t care. All she could do was chase the pleasure.
    The static Shane was gone. One hand slipped under her pants
and into her panties. His groan against her throat echoed her own. “Fuck. So
wet.” He knuckled into her slick folds and circled the tight bead of her clit.
    She shuddered, and her head fell back. His chest was a wall of
heat against her swollen nipples. He pinched her clit in a firm grasp between
two knuckles until she moaned his name. When he released the sensitive flesh
and started circling again, she shuddered. Restless and on the verge, she
rolled her hips in time with his touch.
    His other hand gripped her ass. “Christ, Kendall.”
    She couldn’t think. The riot of emotions rattled her. She
rubbed her chest against his, and her hips jerked with each swipe of his
knuckles. With his mouth back at her breasts, she stumbled. Who knew she used
her arms for balance so much? She twisted her arms to free herself. He stopped,
staring up at her.
    “No.”
    Her breath stalled in her chest.
    He widened her stance and dropped to his knees, peeling down
her pants. “I want you like this.” His hot breath teased across her thighs
before he gripped her ass, hauling her forward. He breathed her in, then
rumbled out a groan. Kendall couldn’t stop the whimper. Both of them in
supplicant stances. She’d never felt more vulnerable or so turned on in her
life. His forearms braced her hips as he transferred his grip to her wrists,
then to her forearms until they were locked together just as his tongue slid
inside her.
    Invasive, overwhelming, intimate—all the things she’d never
once allowed. Not like this. She was at his mercy, and the quick bite of fear
drowned under a deluge of pleasure.
    He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, drawing hard
and