I dangled the metal restraints from one finger as I stood before him.

“You want to be tied up, baby girl?” he asked, his eyes darkening at the idea.

I shook my head. “No. I want to do it to you.”

His jaw clenched as he stared at me, looked me over as if memorizing me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He undid his jeans, pushed them and his boxers down over his hips so his dick sprang free. Only his shirt and pants were open; otherwise he still had his clothes on.

It was my turn to ogle him. I’d seen his dick before when we’d fooled around, touched it. Felt it deep inside me that one time. But I’d been young and a virgin then. I hadn’t known how incredible Huck’s dick actually was. Long, thick, and hard like it was, the crown flared wide. A little drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. He gripped the base, gave it a rough stroke. Then he raised his hands over his head and gave me a wink.

“I’m all yours, baby girl.”

I took a deep breath. I wanted to straddle him and sink deep onto him. Ride him like a cowgirl. But that wasn’t the plan. This was Huck Manning. The guy who’d taken my virginity, told me he loved me, then dumped me. He’d taken my heart but left me with a part of him. That had died too, along with my hopes and dreams of being with him forever.

I’d follow through with my plan, and that meant going back to the bed and straddling him once again, panties staying on. Leaning forward, I grabbed one of his wrists and wrapped the cuff around, snapped it closed.

I gasped when Huck’s mouth enclosed my nipple. The way I leaned over, I’d offered the lace-covered tip to him. I took a moment to enjoy the feel of the hot suck.

“Huck,” I whispered, pleasure shooting from my nipple right to my clit.

He dropped his head back onto the pillow. Grinned.

I took another deep breath. My panties were drenched, and my clit pulsed with the need to come.

I quickly hooked the cuffs around a slat in his headboard, then affixed his other wrist. He gave a gentle tug to test them, and I smiled down at him.

Just how I wanted him.

“Before you take my dick for a ride, straddle my face. I want to eat that pussy before I take it hard.”

Oh. My. God.

I stared at him. Those dark eyes were filled with lust, but honesty too. He wanted exactly what he’d said.

“I never got a taste before.”

Because you dumped me.

It was time to leave him here, unsatisfied and unfucked, but Huck Manning was offering to go down on me. I’d been with two guys since Huck left me, but they hadn’t been all that great. College boys who needed a road map and a compass to find my clit.