Tingle All the Way

Chapter Five



Kayla fought to continue to breathe. The razor-sharp pain cut in all directions at once, from her nipples outward, the pressure so intense she didn’t know if she would be able to endure.

“I’m told after the initial shock it gets better.”

She was about to say, you’re told? when he slipped the next clamp on her other nipple. Kayla released a string of curse words she hadn’t even known she knew.

The idiot before her burst into gales of amusement. “Maybe this will help.” He held up a small black box with a green and red button. Before she could bark stop, he pushed the green button.

The abrupt explosion of vibrations against her *, along her p-ssy and her anus nearly knocked her off her feet. She stumbled to the side, almost striking the table, but instead caught the back of one of the chairs to keep from falling.

“Ohmygod.” Her fingernails dug into the wood as she shook as though she were a leaf caught in a raging hurricane.

Already sensitive from the mind-blowing sex against the wall, spanking and Barry’s sensual caress, her body felt as though it would fly apart at any moment. She couldn’t think past the throbbing between her thighs. The pain of the nipple clamps had taken a second seat to her overpowering desire to climax.

“Oh,” she gasped again. Surprise filtered through her when her hips automatically moved against the strand of pearls, seeking the special spot that would set her free.

She was so close. So very close.

And then the vibration vanished. The pleasure was there one second and gone the next, leaving her stranded and teetering on the precipice.

Kayla narrowed an accusing eye on Barry.

“What?” he asked innocently, but the glow in his eyes gave him away.

“What? Is that all you have to say?” Her nipples throbbed with sweet agony as her cunt wept, unfulfilled.

She took a warning step toward him and he switched the pearls on again. Her knees buckled, almost taking her to the floor. As she regained her footing, he switched them off again.

Then the oddest thing happened.

Kayla laughed.

Guffawing like she had never laughed before. It was the strangest thing to do, but felt so right as she looked at the naked and aroused man before her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had let loose and had a good time with a man, especially during sex.

And this could definitely be considered a good time.

It had been so very long since she had sex, especially with a man who really turned her on. One who had the balls to tease her and make her feel all woman, from her head to her toes.

Barry tossed the control box on the table, drawing nearer until they were almost nose to nose, and then took her into his arms. “You are so beautiful when you’re happy. And hotter than hell when you’re aroused.” He took her mouth in a passionate kiss that smothered her giggles and instantly raised her temperature.

Holy crap. The man kissed like a paragon.

As his lips caressed down her throat and back up, he murmured, “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes. Oh God. Yes.” She’d been ready since the moment her eyelids had risen this morning.

“Those clamps need to come off before we go any further.” Reaching between them with both hands, he pinched the clamps open at the same time.

Again, Kayla’s breath caught on a gasp of pure agony.

Barry grabbed her head, holding her in place, devouring her mouth as needle-sharp pain flooded her peaks, the smarting ache similar to when feeling rushed back into a numb arm or leg that had fallen asleep.

By the time his kiss ended, the sensation in her breasts had dulled somewhat, just a quiet throb remained. And Lord, her nipples were sensitive pressed against his chest.

“You are never doing that to me again,” she grumbled. ”Those things suck.”

It sure looked to Kayla as if the damn man fought a grin. He ducked his head and began to nibble on her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her collarbones. Then she heard him release a muffled, partly suppressed laugh.

“Barrrrry.” Trying to sound indignant, she failed when his name turned into a moan.

“What about the pearl thong?”

Loving the moist caress of his lips and tongue, she leaned her head to the side, providing him more access. “Hum. Well, I kinda liked those.”

An arm slipped from around her as he retrieved the remote control off the table. “Then why don’t we try them out in bed.” He took her hand in his and led her forward.

Kayla climbed on the plush mattress, remembering when she woke up this morning. So much had changed since then. Barry located another condom and donned it before he joined her. A bubble of happiness rose inside her as he eased her back against the softness and moved between her thighs.

He ran a finger over her slit. “I want you so badly, I can’t think of anything else.”

Desire lanced through her so sharp and needy she trembled. Relief blended with excitement when she felt his cock pressed against her opening. With one thrust he penetrated her, pushing aside the pearls. Then he switched on the control box.

Plunging in and out, he groaned. “F*ck. That feels strange. Good. But strange.”

Fantastic would be a better word, because now her p-ssy was filled with him and his body rubbed sensually against her *, while it felt as if the beads had pushed inside her anus. The steady vibration threatened to put a quick end to this decadent moment, but she was holding on to the pleasure. Then Barry pinched her nipples.

The pressure in her womb exploded. Kayla screamed, bucking beneath him as the world around her blurred. She came hard, so hard that her entire back arched off the bed. Breathing took second place to the rolling sensations roaring through her.

When she was finally able to inhale, she realized that Barry had followed her over the cliff of ecstasy. He collapsed atop her, his heart rate pounding out of control, matching hers with each beat. It took a while before either of them could move or speak. When Barry finally rolled off her only small quakes in her p-ssy remained, but started to build again when the vibrating pearls snapped back in place.

Thank God he turned the control box off, allowing her body to ease into a contented state. Kayla didn’t know what got into her. Usually after sex either her or her partner got up and left, but this time she snuggled close to Barry, inhaling his scent and the musky aroma they had created together. For the longest time they lay together in silence. He held her, his fingers playing absentmindedly with a lock of her hair.

A moth fluttering from its resting place on the wall made her think of Hector. Had he left for good? Because he had been way too quiet, or maybe things were going along the road the little guy had deemed they should. Still she would feel more comfortable knowing what he was up to. Okay. Okay. Maybe she kind of liked the troublemaker. Inadvertently, Hector had been responsible for leading her into this man’s arms.


Barry kissed her on the forehead, erasing her thoughts of Hector. “How about a shower and a movie?”

“If you want to go out, I’ll need something better to wear than your t-shirt and sweatpants.”

“Who said we’re going out? Now that I have you here I don’t want to share you with anyone. I thought we’d lounge in bed—naked. Order a movie from cable and maybe call for pizza later. Sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful.” And way more enjoyable than how Kayla would normally have spent Christmas Eve.

While she stretched and tarried in bed a little longer, he rose and began to dig through one of the drawers of his nightstand before disappearing into the bathroom. When she heard the beat of water, she lazily got to her feet, shedding the pearl thong and placing it on the nightstand, then she padded toward the open door.

Barry’s bathroom was like the rest of the house, elegant. Beneath a glass-block window sat a claw-footed tub. His and hers sinks sat on granite countertops in wavy gray, black and peach colors, and Barry stood before a tiled walk-in shower big enough for four people, his hand beneath the flow.

“What temperature do you like the water?”

“Hot.” She smoothed a palm down his back to his delicious ass. “I like everything hot, especially my men.” Her fingers curled and she squeezed the firm globes.

He looked over a shoulder, his eyes smoldering with heat. “I think that can be managed.” Then he stepped inside and crooked a finger in her direction, urging her to follow.

Kayla went willingly.

She hadn’t noticed until she entered the stall that he held a full palm of soap. As the steamy water sluiced across her body, so did Barry’s hands.

Her chest tightened when she realized that no one, not even her aunt, had cared enough to address any of her needs, even as simple as bathing her when she was young. Barry was the first, as he gently cleansed her body. His consideration forced Kayla to really look at him, past the image of a man to what lay inside. Was there a chance that this thing between them could actually work?

No. This day was about sex and fulfilling both their needs. It couldn’t be anything more. When his fingers slid sensually down the cleft of her cheeks, placing pressure against her anus, she raised a brow.

“I want to take you here.” Something smoldered hot and wild in his eyes and set her pulse racing. “You have such a sexy ass.” He caressed the puckered flesh and then pushed against the opening once more. “Have you ever been f*cked here?”

“No.” The mere thought made her p-ssy contract and moisture dampen her thighs.

“Can I?”

She couldn’t mask her surprise. “Now?” Not only had his request caught her off guard, but the man was unbelievable—his stamina, amazing.

“Now.” Without waiting for her response, he reached for a bottle of lube lying on a shelf.

The little devil.

“You had this planned,” she stated—there was no question in her mind.

“I had hoped.” Uncapping the container, he squeezed a generous amount into his hand.

Her heartbeat picked up watching him spread the oily substance over his cock. Base to tip and back again, the strokes he made were beyond arousing. Her tender nipples beaded, making her breasts feel heavy and needy while her sex grew taut. She could get used to watching this man masturbate.



Barry hit a new level of exhilaration. His dick was rock hard, again. His body hummed with something indescribable. In all his life, he had never taken a woman three times in less than three hours, but there was something about Kayla that enthralled him.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

His blood simmered even hotter under the heated look in her eyes as he touched himself. The thought of watching her pleasure herself set his pulse raging, but that would have to wait. Right now he had to christen that virgin orifice that no man had ever entered. That in itself made a voice inside his head whisper, mine.

It was a crazy thought, but dammit, he wanted this woman to be his and not for a day or night. If he was honest, he’d wanted her from the moment he’d seen her.

“It might sting some, but I promise after I’m in, you’ll feel something you never experienced before.”

“Yeah. That’s what you said about those damn nipple clamps.”

Chuckling, he reached out and smoothed a finger across a nipple. She gasped. “Doesn’t that feel good?” He knew that the sensitivity she felt from the clamps would heighten her response to his touch.

“Yes,” she replied almost begrudgingly through a smile.

Coating several of his fingers with lubricant, he added extra to the tip of his index finger before reaching behind her to spread her cheeks. Water gushed over them as he pushed the slightest bit into her ass. She gasped and rose on her tiptoes, mounting his excitement. His balls contracted and he felt the pull to his own anus. To distract her, he nibbled on an earlobe and began to slowly but firmly push his finger farther into her.

“Barry.” His name was a low groan. Then he breached the first ring of muscle with a pop, pressing farther to penetrate the second.

For this to work she had to be aroused, begging for him to take her. Easing another digit inside her, he reached between her thighs with his free hand to find her so damn wet, cream slicked her skin. Scissoring his fingers within her anal canal, he took care to stretch the taut rings. In the process, her inner muscles tightened and relaxed against his invasion. Barry wondered if she even realized what she’d done. He waited until she did it again before he eased out an inch at a time from her opening.

“No. Please.”

When he took a step backward, she glanced up at him.

“That felt different, but amazing. Please, I need more.”

Was this woman for real? Could she possible enjoy all types of sex?

The thought blew his mind. He’d never met a woman so eager to try different things. She appeared to like everything. Well. Except for the initial pain of the nipple clamps.

“Turn around, baby. Place your palms on the wall and bend over. I can’t wait any longer.” Adding more lube to his shaft, he flinched when he grazed the sensitive spot beneath the rim. “I promise to go slowly. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Just do it, Barry.”

The confidence in her tone humbled him. She trusted him.

“Relax,” he said.

Kayla drew a breath and let it out, taking her time to control the pace.

“Good. Do that again.”

His firm erection was positioned against her puckered opening. She inhaled and exhaled, her breath easing from her lungs as he entered her. When the bluntness of his dick, slick with lube, pushed past the first wall of resistance, she cried out.

“Baby, you are so f*cking tight.” His voice broke on a shiver that rocked him back on his heels. Barry fought to remember to take it slow, when what he really wanted was to bury himself so deep inside her, he wouldn’t be able to tell where he began and she ended.

“More. I want more.” Her arms quivered against the wall as steam enveloped them in a misty haze.

“Easy, baby.”

Her head lolled back, her wet hair teasing his belly as the water continued to sluice over them.

“Easy, Barry? Really? Give it to me now,” she growled.

He gripped her hips and plunged forward.

A startled scream burst from her lips, along with a jerk and a curse. “God, it burns. Oh damn. So full.” Her head fell between her arms. Her breaths were short pants. But when she ground her hips into his, he knew she liked what he was doing to her.


A heartbeat ticked by before he began to move. His thrusts might have begun slow and easy, but when his anal muscles and ass cheeks clenched and contractions burst inside his testicles, he slammed into her making feral sounds the likes of which he had never heard coming from his vocal chords.

Half crazed by passion, he barely heard her cry out again, but he definitely felt her body fisting his. His toes curled. As he crushed his hips against her ass, his body stiffened, the abyss holding him in its embrace before his sight wavered and it felt as if a stick of dynamite went off inside his cock. His seed shot forward with a sting almost too unbearable to endure.

But f*ck, it felt so good.

The violent surge washed away the remainder of his sight, leaving him in nothing but a darkness of blissful sensations. All too soon he felt himself plummeting back to earth, physically and mentally exhausted.

Barry gasped, fighting for breath, and it didn’t appear he was the only one. Kayla swallowed one after another mouthfuls of air. Her body shook so badly he whispered her name. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

“Are you okay?” Silence lingered as his concern grew. He eased from her body, running a palm down her back. “Baby?”

Kayla raised her head, glancing over her shoulder as a slow, drowsy smile touched her mouth. The sated, carnal expression reached out and wrapped itself around his heart and tugged, hard.

“I can barely stand up,” she murmured.

“Me either. Let’s get out of here.”

As quickly as they were able, they soaped down again and rinsed off. Kayla was lost in the folds of a big, fluffy towel when Barry crawled out of the shower. As she draped another towel turban-style around her head, he dried off and then followed her into the bedroom.

Going directly to the large armoire, he slid the doors open to reveal the flat-screen television inside and switched it on, taking the controller with him to the bed. Slipping between the cool sheets, he watched her as she ran the towel over her long blonde hair.

“There’s a comb and brush on the dresser.” Voices from the television jumbled as he flipped through the channels. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything.” She pulled a comb through her hair.

Barry settled on a Christmas special before laying the changer on the nightstand. “Come here, baby. I’ll do that for you.”

Her eyes rose to meet his. “You will?”

“Sure.” Fluffing the pillows behind him, he propped his back against them, then spread his legs and waited.

Appearing somewhat skeptical, she crawled upon the bed and eased between his thighs, handing him the brush and comb. Slowly and carefully, he drew the comb through her hair.

Kayla sighed. “Mmmm… That feels good.”

Barry kissed her shoulder, smelling her clean, fresh scent. “You feel good.” And as soon as he had time to recuperate, he’d show her just how good. He ran a palm down her bare arm.

When the telephone rang he placed the comb down. That would be Stan confirming that he would be attending the party tonight. Since Barry had something to ask him, he excused himself, answering the phone on his way into the bathroom.

“Hello.”

“It’s on for tonight. I hope your mom has invited her slew of single women, I’m thinking I need a wife for the night.” Stan chortled at his own joke.

“I’m sure she has, but I have a favor to ask you. You know that woman from O’Malley’s?”

“Yeah. I’m all ears.”

“Well, she’ll be attending the party. I don’t have time to swing by the store and get her a Christmas present so I was wondering if you could help me out.”

“Sure. What do you have in mind?”

Finishing his conversation with Stan, Barry hung up. Next he dialed the pizza parlor down the street and ordered, then rejoined Kayla. Before he slid into bed, he placed the telephone in its cradle.

As he took her into his arms, she glanced up at him. “Everything okay?” Her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders, free of tangles and cool against his skin.

“Perfect.” More than perfect, or at least he hoped the night would turn out the way he planned.

Only time would tell.