Must Be Doing Something Right

by Wendi Zwaduk

  After another moment of pause, she ripped the soft fabric over her head. Her hair fell in tangled waves about her shoulders. Turgid nipples pressed against the simple cotton bra, giving him a tantalising outline. Her smooth pussy glistened with liquid lust. He ran a finger over the damp seam, loving the feel of her excitement on his hand. She turned him on and inside out.

  Fisting her hands in his hair, she held him in place. Her heels dug into his shoulder blades. He chuckled. Every bone in his body yearned to keep control, but one tug of her hand and he wanted to relinquish power to her. Then again, she’d always had the ability to lead him around like a puppy.

  When she groaned and ground into him, he nipped her inner thigh. “Tell me you like this, babe.”

  She wriggled her hips. “Lower. Fuck me with your mouth.”

  So she liked to talk during sex? Good. He feasted on her clit, savouring her unique taste. Her hands left his head and gripped the edge of the counter. She’d be his undoing. His cock throbbed as he speared his tongue into her. Her whimpers turned to cries.

  “Nate!”

  He licked her cream from his lips. Enough foreplay, he needed to slake his need for her, inside her sweet channel. If he didn’t hurry, then he’d finish on the floor in front of her.

  “Done already?” Her purr spurred him on. Sexy vixen.

  “Yes, I’m right on the edge.” While she watched with wide eyes, he stood and unzipped his jeans. Discarding the denim, boxers and socks, he stroked his cock twice before nudging her opening. “You turn me on and inside out. I want to fuck you until we both come and then go another three rounds.”

  As he spoke, he slipped into her wet channel, relishing the feel of her body clenching around his cock. Dear God, four thrusts and he’d be done for. Grasping her hips, he forgot all rational thought, including protection, and pistoned into her. His blood blazed in his veins. He met her mouth for a savage kiss, clashing their teeth. Her heels ground against his lower back.

  When her eyelids slid shut and her lips puckered into an ‘O’, he slipped into oblivion. A moment later, she screamed and followed him in her own climax. Her hot breaths feathered over his skin. “Nate.”

  A shiver skated up his spine. His name on her lips sounded like heaven. De-fuzzing his brain, he spoke. “Let me wash you.”

  “But you’re clothed.” She slid off the Formica counter top. “Do you shower in your shirt?”

  “I might.” Ripping the cotton T-shirt over his head, he tossed the garment into the corner. “Now it’s your turn to play catch-up.”

  Courteney wriggled from the sport bra and unleashed her breasts to his inspection. He tipped her chin to meet her gaze. “Courteney, our being together doesn’t change our friendship. It makes it better—stronger. We’re a team in every way.” He licked his lips and caressed her nipples with the tips of his fingers. “And I owe you as many pairs of silky undies as your heart desires.”

  As she covered her nudity, she inched away from him towards the door. He slid an arm around her waist. “You don’t need to hide from me.”

  Although she struggled a moment or two, she allowed him to guide her into the shower stall. Her gaze never lifted from the floor.

  Nate nuzzled her neck and spoke close to her ear. “I love seeing your body and tasting your kisses. I’m addicted to your sugar.”

  ”You never were good with sap.” She giggled.

  Squeezing a dollop of pale pink shower gel onto her loofah, he smoothed the crimson mesh sponge over his hand. “But I’m endearing myself to you, right?”

  When she smothered her giggles, he roamed her body with the slippery soap. As he cleansed her breasts, she moaned and dropped her head to his chest.

  “You like?”

  “I do.” With heavy-lidded eyes, she gazed at him. “Very much so.”

  A shiver skated up his spine. He yearned to hear those very words coming from her lips when she became his bride. His cock surged and prodded her belly. “You’d better turn or I’m likely to go off.”

  “I wouldn’t mind.” Courteney turned, giving him a delicious view of her ass. He licked his lips. A growl rumbled in his chest. The urge to slide into her sweet channel and relieve his ache grew stronger each second. Still, he held himself in check.

  When she reached for the shampoo, he slipped the bottle from her fingers.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “I can wash my own hair.”

  “Not on my watch. I’m here to serve you.” Swirling his fingers through the damp tresses, he gave her the attention and devotion she deserved. After rinsing the bubbles, he used the loofah to clean his body. No need to go to bed dirty.

  Nate kissed her neck and rubbed her shoulders, eliciting a groan. She leant back in his arms. The thought occurred to him—she’d been up since at least nine and it had to be around four or five in the morning. Adrenaline had to be the only thing keeping her awake.

  After he rinsed her off, he twisted the faucet to turn off the water. As she tipped her head back, a lazy smile curled her lips. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, but the massage is making me sleepy.”

  “I don’t mind. Satisfying my woman makes me happy.” Nate tugged the powder blue towel off the rack and wrapped it around her small body. He could dry off later or air dry enroute to her bed.

  When he scooped her into his arms, she buried her face in his neck. “Stay tonight, Nate.”

  He strolled into her bedroom and placed her on the mattress. “There’s no place I’d rather be. Now, scoot over.” Nate slipped into the cool sheets and cuddled her in the crook of his body.

  She wriggled, making him hard once again. As she got comfortable, she murmured something he couldn’t quite make out.

  “Tell me again, little one.” Whispering in her ear, he breathed in her unique scent. Before she could answer, she drifted to sleep. He kissed her bare shoulder and closed his eyes. “I love you, too.”

  Chapter Four

  With a long intake of breath, Courteney opened her eyes. A hairy leg tangled with hers, while an arm draped across her stomach. Gentle warmth spread over her body and settled between her thighs. Any other time she might have regretted her decision to sleep with a friend. Not with Nate.

  When she turned slightly, she took in his profile. Dark lashes fanned over cheeks dusted with tawny five o’clock shadow. His lips parted a fraction of an inch as he snored. She giggled. Did he know he made such racket when he slept? She didn’t mind and found his noise cute.

  His fingers curled on her belly, like he feared she’d leave. How could one man give her such staggering highs with just the touch of his hand? Her heart clenched. If she wasn’t sure before, she knew now. She loved him—every inch of him.

  As if he could read her mind, he opened his eyes and a smile drifted across his lips. “Good morning.” He rolled onto his back and tugged her tightly against his side.

  “Hi.” She glanced at the outline of his manhood rising under the sheet. “I see you’re up.”

  “You could take care of that.”

  Courteney propped herself up on her elbow and grabbed his cock, stroking him through the blue cotton barrier. His dick bobbed in her grasp and an idea blossomed in her head. He knew she liked light bondage from their drunken conversation at the New Year’s bash. What about now? Would he give her free range to experiment with him?

  “I’d like to.” She nibbled the inside of her cheek, buying time to pump up her courage. “I want to try something.”

  “Anything.” The very corner of his mouth kinked.

  “I know how you like to be the one on top of things. You thrive on power. But I want to change it up.” She crooked her brow. “Let me be in control.”

  “You are.”

  His words tripped her up a moment. She was? She was what? He couldn’t mean in control, could he? She brushed that thought aside and focused on her seat-of-the-pants planning skills. What could she use to restrain him? Nate weighed at least one-eighty and a
ll shredded muscle. An idea flicked across her mind. “Do you trust me?”

  The smile grew. “Always.” He cupped the back of her head, bringing her close for a kiss. When they broke for air, he added, “What do you want to do?”

  “Bondage.” There. She’d said it without misinterpretation. She’d revealed her inner-most secret to the man who embodied her dirtiest fantasies. She liked BDSM.

  After another searing kiss, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “Bondage? I’m intrigued and very turned-on.”

  “I thought this through last night and I want to do it.”

  “It?” His brows bobbed. “Sweetheart, we did it twice last night.” He swirled his tongue behind her earlobe. “And I happen to know you slept last night because you snore.”

  As his hand meandered to her breasts, she arched into him and ground her pussy on his thigh. She fought to stay rational and not just jump him before she acted on her plan. But, God, he made losing focus so much fun.

  Nate plucked her nipple, eliciting a groan. His cock jabbed her lower belly. “What do you want to do?” His voice, a husky growl, rippled down her spine.

  What did she want to do? Wriggling from his wicked grasp, she scooted off the bed and yanked the sheet away from his chiselled body. Yes, time away from him would help her think. Or make her need him more. She strode a couple steps to the dresser and retrieved a box from the top drawer. Time to shine.

  Courteney climbed back onto the soft mattress and straddled his thighs, intentionally staying away from his cock. “I purchased these for your birthday.” Tossing the box on the floor, she unfolded two silk ties.

  “Neck ties? Isn’t that something you buy for someone you don’t like?” Nate folded his arms behind his head.

  As she rolled her eyes, she slapped his thigh with the burgundy tie. “Maybe.” The kill-joy. Squaring her shoulders, she wound the navy blue tie around his cock. “I thought it’d be sexy, but follow me here. I have a reason.”

  “I’m game.” He shifted against the pillows and nodded. “Go on, my sexy girl.”

  Sexy girl? If he kept up with these terms of endearment, she’d be a goner. “I’ve never seen you in anything other than pullovers, T-shirts and jeans.” Stroking his cock with the tie, she created a teasing pressure. “I know we don’t exactly go to many formal events, but I thought a tie might persuade you to wear something debonair and sexy for me.”

  When he didn’t reply with more than a groan, she forged ahead with her explanation. “I don’t want to change you, but the idea of seeing you with an unbuttoned dress shirt and knowing you want to do wicked things to me is a fantasy of mine.” His eyes widened and melted her courage. She fumbled with her words as she toyed with the navy blue tie. “I thought you’d finally want me if I draped one of these over my naked body.”

  Forcing her gaze to the door, she clamped her teeth together. So much for honesty. She flipped the burgundy tie over her shoulder. The broad end slid between her breasts. So much for acting like a Dom. Hell, she felt silly, not attractive and sensual.

  His low growl bit through her embarrassment. “The thought of you wearing one of my ties is very sexy.”

  “It is?” Surprised, she redirected her attention to his smiling face.

  As he nodded, Nate clasped her hand. “And I suppose you want to bind me to your headboard and take advantage of me?” Offering up both wrists, he continued, “Then take me, Courteney. Wrap your sweet little pussy all around me.”

  Although she paused a second to process his agreement, she tugged the silk away from her body and grasped his arm. When she knelt over him to secure his wrist to the thick headboard plank, he suckled on her nipple. Sparks and tingles surged along her nerve endings. She shifted, rubbing her pussy on his stomach. “You’ll make me forget what I wanted to do.”

  With a soft pop, he released her breast and settled against the pillows. “Is that an order to behave?”

  Courteney once again sat on his thighs after she knotted the burgundy tie. “It is.”

  “I’m sorry, mistress.”

  Mistress? The word sounded dangerous rolling off his tongue. She liked it. Courteney caressed circles over his flat nipples and tasted herself on his skin. He gasped and lifted his hips, slicing his cock over her clit. Pre-come smeared on her belly. She leaned over to nip his pecs, leaving a love bite on the tight flesh. Her juices slickened her seat on his legs. She ground against him to relieve her ache.

  “Courteney.” Another groan fell from his lips. “Baby… Fuck.”

  “You like?” As she nibbled the ripples on his abs, she meandered lower and knelt between his knees. The fine trail of hairs leading to his groin tickled her cheek. His penis stood up as she blew across the crown. She licked her lips.

  “Take me in your mouth.” Panting, Nate nodded. “You drive me crazy.”

  “Really?” She arched her brow. Would he respond to her again?

  “Yes, mistress.”

  Holy hell. Her heart thundered. Control had its advantages. Running her tongue over the bulging vein on the bottom of his dick, she scratched her nails on his inner thigh. He shivered and thrust his hips in the air. She giggled. So he wanted to be in charge? Not right now.

  Courteney smoothed her palm up his length and wrapped her fingers around his organ. Another bead of clear liquid seeped from the tip. With her gaze fixed on his, she lapped his offering and savoured the salty taste on her tongue.

  His eyes closed as a gasp escaped his lips. “Oh, fuck!” He twisted against the bindings. “Let me loose so I can taste your sugar.”

  “I will in a moment, slave.” Not content to simply tease, she kissed the knobby head and engulfed him in her mouth. His prick bumped the back of her throat as she set the blazing pace. Although hard as steel, he glided like silk over her lips.

  “Yes, little one. Take it all in.” He groaned and bucked on the bed. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot. I need you.”

  “Not yet. Let me play.” Power and desire coursed through her veins. He liked her actions and she wanted to satisfy him without the ties. She rubbed her clit on his knee in a desperate attempt to stave off her growing need to climb on the man and go for a ride. No, build slowly and make the moment last.

  As she increased her speed and rolled her tongue around his girth, she massaged his shaft. Feeling bold, she cupped his balls, learning the crisp texture of the short hairs. What did he taste like down there?

  His hips worked his cock in and out of her mouth. Slow. Slow. Faster. Slow. Nate gritted his teeth. “God, I’m on the edge. Baby, I need to fuck you.”

  Courteney released his dick with a loud pop. “Nope. I like seeing you eager, but on the brink.” Nudging his legs apart, she trailed kisses down to his scrotum.

  “Fuck, yes, mistress.” His breaths came out in a series of grunts. “Suck it. Put me in that wicked little mouth of yours. “

  Curling her tongue around his balls, she scooped one into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue. Her actions brought a low growl from his throat. Convinced she’d tortured him enough, she licked her way back up his length and plunged her lips around him. When she glanced at his hands, he’d balled his fists. Pride and love flooded her heart. Tingles shot through her body. Although she liked the idea of being his mistress, she preferred sharing control with him.

  As she worked up and down on his dick, he panted. “Faster, baby.” He wrapped one leg around her back, locking her in place. Nate shivered and his voice dropped to a husky groan. “I’m…I’m coming.”

  The blunt head of his cock bumped the back of her throat as she swallowed his come. Releasing his thick member, she rolled the salty taste over her tongue. She glanced at him, his jaw taut and his eyes closed. A smile curled his lips. Satisfied with her performance, she rose up in front of him and licked the satiny excess from the corner of her mouth.

  “Come here.” Nate crooked his finger. “I need to hold you, to kiss you.”

  Courteney crawled up his body and sat on his stomach. L
eaning in, she pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes. His tongue nudged against the seam of her mouth. When she opened to him, a peal of lust coursed through her brain. The concept of sharing his come on her kiss turned her on.

  Moments later when she opened her eyes, Nate grinned. “Release me so I can love you everywhere.”

  His wording caught in her brain. Love? Did he feel that deep emotion, too? Disguising her optimism, she shrugged and untied the bindings. “You have loved me everywhere.”

  As he rolled his shoulders, he turned onto his side. “Not everywhere.” His hand roamed her body and settled on her ass. “I want to take you here.”His index finger travelled between her cheeks. “For me, only.”

  No one had ever loved her there. She bit down hard on her bottom lip. Anal sex? The very thought sent a fresh wave of need and desire spiralling to her core. Her pussy tingled. Reaching into the drawer where she kept her vibrator, she withdrew the bottle of lube.

  A bit of fear skittered around her brain, yet she went with her gut.

  “Take me.”

  Take her? Well, holy fuck. The more Nate learned of her dirty girl side, the more he fell head over heels for her. She liked control and thrived when he called her mistress, but she wanted a shared experience. He saw the conflict in her eyes. She wanted everything.

  As he took the bottle from her hand, his gaze roved over the selection of vibrators in the bedside drawer. Why in the hell did she need so many toys? Hadn’t old what’s-his-name satisfied her? Still, the sex toys might come in handy.

  While he pressed a kiss to her lips, he cupped her chin. “Get on your knees, little one.”

  Nate edged off the bed and grabbed a neon pink vibrator from the nightstand. He knelt behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, cradling her to his body. As he nuzzled her ear, he nipped her lobe.