The Ties That Bind Us: (The Ties Duet Part One) by Danda K. (chromebook ebook reader TXT) 📕

“C’mon, baby. We both know that some people may consider themselves lucky to be stuck with him over a Cameron during that time of the month.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

In turn, she throws popcorn at me.

Slamming my hands down on the couch, I shout, “I won’t tolerate crumbs on my furniture!”

I tickle her sides again, and she immediately collapses underneath me, kicking and screaming.

“Stop! Oh my God, I’m gonna pee!” She screams and laughs, trying to break free of my hold. I’m obviously stronger, so I just continue to torture her while holding both her hands over her head.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp ache between my legs, and my eyes bulge from pain, causing me to topple over onto the floor. My fucking nuts. Suddenly feeling the urge to vomit, I assume the fetal position while she hurries over to me.

“Oh, my God! Jaxon! I swear I didn’t mean that! It was just a reflex!” She checks me over everywhere with her hands, accidentally brushing past my dick.

Would you look at that? Already feeling better.

She removes her hand quickly. “I’m so sorry...” Her cheeks are red from embarrassment. I’m not sure if she’s apologizing for kicking me in the nuts or touching my dick, but either way, my dick is now hard.

Yep, all for you, baby.

“I’m not,” I shrug. I’m not even trying to cover my boner. She squirms on the floor, and I can’t help but wonder if her pussy reacts as quickly to me as my cock responds to her.

“I, uh...” She looks around uncomfortably, unsure of what to do next. Lying here, I keep my face neutral as I watch her. I know she wants something from me, but I want her to initiate it.

Cameron may be a woman, but she’s been void of tender human touch almost her entire life, so this doesn’t come naturally to her.

I can sense her arousal, and I know she’s currently battling with herself. I hope she wins.

I want her to finally be comfortable enough to explore her sexuality as a woman. I also need something, anything to reassure my dick it’ll get more action than just my hand for the rest of our lives.

She starts to stand but stops midway and returns to the floor. Good girl, baby.

I almost feel guilty for being so eager for her to make a move. Almost. I know she’s ready. I can tell by the way she scoots closer to me in bed, not so subtly arching her back into me when she lies down. She’s been testing her boundaries for a while now, but I never take the bait.

She looks at the bulge in my jeans as if it’s an Amazon package that was finally delivered after weeks of waiting. She opens and closes her mouth but doesn’t say anything.

She wants to touch me again.

I remain still, only moving my hand to her knee to let her know it’s okay.

She takes me in with her eyes, finally asking, ”Can I touch you?” Every cell in my body stands at attention, unsure if they heard her correctly.

“Do you want to touch me?”

She swallows hard and nods her head. “Yeah, I do.”

Now those cells of mine are doing the fucking electric slide.

I nod and gesture for her to have at it. I keep my hands behind my head so they don’t do anything stupid.

She adjusts her legs, sitting on the heels of her feet. She reaches her hand towards my jeans, and I mentally prepare myself for her touch. The second her hands are on me, my body feels as if it’s buzzing. I take a deep breath and exhale as she gently runs her finger up and down the length of the bulge in my pants.

I don’t want to spook her by making any sudden movements, so I try to keep my breaths steady, and my body relaxed. She continues to move her hand, slowly getting comfortable with the idea of touching me. I relax a bit too, but when she wraps her hand around my shaft through my pants and strokes it, my hips instantly buck in the air.

Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.

As she strokes my dick, her eyes lock on mine, and I’m already on the verge of exploding.

My breath picks up, along with hers, and we just continue to watch each other in silence as she jerks me. I want to touch her so fucking badly. The urge to press down on her hand and speed up is killing me, but this needs to go at her pace, not mine.

I close my eyes, just enjoying what she’s doing to me. A low groan leaves my mouth, and she speeds up her strokes. Suddenly she stops and, before I can react, she unbuttons and unzips my pants. My eyes fly open in shock. She has her eyes on my jeans as she tries to work them down my body. I gently place my finger under her chin so she’ll look at me.

Once our gazes meet, I tell her exactly what I told her in the gazebo, “I need words, Nyx.”

If she chooses this, there’s no going back. I don’t need sex, I’m sure she isn’t ready for that yet, but I will be touching her in all the ways I’ve imagined every fucking night she’s been in my bed.

She looks me in the eyes. “I want you to touch me, Jaxon.”

That’s all I need. I’m on top of her in two seconds. Our mouths collide, she moans into our kiss, and I groan in response. I grip her ass, the feel of her firm roundness just about putting me over the edge.

I stand and pull her up by her hands until she’s standing in front of me. I wrap her hair around my fingers and pull her into me, taking her mouth again. I’m hungry and desperate for her. I give a quick lick to the bottom of her lip, and she moans again in