When he recovered the power of speech, he told her he needed a Purple Snow Globe.
Stat.
* * *
Julia had never been pinned with her own bra before. But here she was, spread out on one of the leather lounge chairs in the back of the bar, her hands above her head, the silky straps digging into her flesh. That man knew how to tie some serious knots. After buttoning his jeans, Clay had proceeded to take the reins. He undressed her quickly, stripping her down to nothing, his eyes raking her over as he tugged off her sweater, her jeans, her bra and then her panties, inhaling sharply when she stood naked in front of him, savoring the view before he laid her on the chair and quickly tied her own pink lace bra around her wrists.
“I liked that bra, you know,” she said.
“It’ll still work.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do I look like the kind of man who would rip such a pretty pink bra?”
She shook her head. “I bet you are the kind of man who could take it off with his teeth.”
“I might do just that next time.”
“No cuffs for me?”
“Think of me like MacGyver. I use other tools,” he said with a glint in his eyes.
“Fine. I’m all for equal opportunity bondage.”
“And I’m all for equal opportunity oral.” He kissed her mouth hard, silencing any more of her quips. But he quickly broke the contact. “Now where’s that Purple Snow Globe you just made?”
She tipped her chin to the table next to them, eager to see what he had in mind for the drink he swore he’d never touch.
He reached for the glass, holding up the purple drink with raspberry juice, gin and her secret ingredient, then sugared on the rim. His lips quirked up in a grin. “Now I won’t have any regrets about not ordering this, though I believe this is the only way I’d want to drink a Purple Snow Globe,” he said, then carefully tipped the edge of the glass above Julia’s breasts, letting some of the liquid spill between them. She shivered as the droplets slid down her belly. Clay bent his head between her breasts and licked up the dark liquid.
“Mmmm. That is a an award-winning drink,” he growled against her skin, and she writhed into him. He raised his head and poured more of the drink on her belly. Some of it spilled onto the lounge chair, but he quickly captured the rest with his tongue. A ripple of desire tore through her as he touched her. She wished her hands were free so she could push his head between her legs where she wanted him. Where she was dying for him. She desperately wanted to grab hard onto his hair, pull him into her, and let him plunder her with his tongue. She ached for his touch, and she was turned on beyond any and all reason.
But he had other plans, inching up to her breasts, cupping them in his big strong hands.
“Your breasts are gorgeous, and I bet you’d like it if I bite down just a little bit,” he whispered roughly against her skin, and his sexy words made her even more fevered. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, drawing it deeper into his mouth until she cried out. Then he bit down. Not so hard it hurt, but hard enough that it hurt so good.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“Good.” He licked a wet path between her breasts, squeezing them as he brought the other one into his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple til it was a diamond point in his mouth. Her hips shot up, her body nearly begging for relief. Every flicker, every touch of his tongue on her drove her wild, sending sparks through all her cells. He drew her nipple across his teeth, slowly, so torturously slowly that she cried out. “Please.”
“I can do so much more to you with my mouth.”
“I want it,” she panted. “I want to know all the things you can do with your mouth.”
“Then I’ll have to stop talking and start eating,” he said, looking up at her holding her lustful gaze with his own dark, hooded one.
“You better,” she said, and gasped as he settled between her legs, his strong shoulders against her thighs. He licked her once, swirling his tongue against her wetness. She arched her hips instantly, her body terribly desperate for his touch. For contact where she wanted him most. He pulled back to look at her.
“More, please,” she said playfully.
“You like that?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I need you to spread your legs then, Julia. I can’t go down on you the way I want until your legs are wide open.”
Heat surged in her body as he dirty talked her.
“How far?”
She let her knees fall open, watched his reaction. His eyes grew darker, as he stared greedily at her center. She’d never wanted a man to go down on her more than she did in this instant. She was dying for his mouth. She wanted to feel his lips and let him work his magic tongue on her. She wanted to let go, to give in to the moment, to the night, to the tantalizing possibility of coming hard and good with him.
She needed it; the blinding wave of getting lost in release, the druggy bliss of pleasure and how it could drown out all your troubles, at least temporarily, and leave you awash in intoxication for a spell.
“I want you wide open for me. I want to see how far you can spread your legs,” he said, pressing his hands on the inside of her thighs and pushing her legs apart.
She felt helpless with her wrists pinned over her head, as he opened her legs into a wide V. She was submitting to him, trusting him with her pleasure – naked, tied and spread on the leather chaise lounge.
“I need to make sure you keep your thighs wide open for me because that’s how I like it. You think you can come from just my tongue? Because I’m not going to use my fingers,” he said roughly, in a challenging tone, then flicked his tongue against her wetness to demonstrate what he could do with his tongue alone. The feeling of him was so astonishing she groaned loudly, wriggling her hips. “Yeah, I think I can come from your tongue.”
“You sure? Because I want to save the inside of you for my cock. It’s going to be hard for me to hold back, but I can do it. Can you?” he asked again as he pressed a hot wet kiss between her legs.
She moaned and rocked into him. “Yes. Your tongue is amazing.”
“You have to do it my way, Julia.” With a firm grip on her legs, he licked up the side of her thigh, causing her to shudder, then move her legs reflexively.
“Keep them open, gorgeous,” he commanded. “If you close your legs, I’ll stop.”
“I’ll keep my legs spread,” she said in a raspy voice she barely recognized as her own. Hell, she barely recognized herself, she was so overcome with lust and the aching need for him. “I will.”
“You listen to me, and I’ll make you writhe and moan. If you don’t listen, I will have to stop and wait until you can follow orders,” he said sharply, staring hard at her, his brown eyes making it clear he was in charge. “Don’t make me wait. I don’t want to wait. I want to taste you so badly it’s killing me.”
“I’ll listen because I can’t wait either,” she said, surprised how she’d shifted from the badass woman on her knees with his thick cock in her mouth, to the submissive, giving over her pleasure to this man she barely knew. But sometimes that was the point of being with someone you barely knew. Because you could give in to the purity of the physical. You could shuck off the days and the nights, and linger in that other zone where troubles couldn’t touch you. Where you were impervious. She was there now; she wanted to stay there all night long. If that made her submissive, or bad, or sex-crazed, fine. She’d take any and all of those adjectives heaped on her. But right now, all she knew was want, and that was all she wanted to know.
To hell with her problems, her troubles, her past. To hell with her ex and to all she owed. To hell with everything else but this.
He pressed his tongue against her wetness, licking her, swirling delicious lines across her core. She angled her hips closer to his mouth, gasping in delirious pleasure as he kissed her hard and licked her. He explored her, sensually, deliberately, consuming her as if she were the best thing he’d e
ver tasted. That’s how he made her feel with the sounds that rumbled low in his throat as he stroked his tongue across her.
He lavished attention on her clit and she screamed in pleasure, futilely trying to grasp at something, anything, with her tied-up hands – just to hold on – as he buried his tongue inside her.
She arched her hips as the sensations shot through her, hard and fast, like quicksilver tearing through her blood and veins. The feelings were so intense from his delicious mouth making love to her, and his hands holding her down hard, making her open and completely vulnerable. She had no choice but to let him go down on her however he wanted. He was masterful with his lips and his tongue, licking her clit while kissing her pussy senseless. Her pulse raced, her blood roared. Soon, she started to lose control, rocking into him recklessly. She wanted to pull him close, but her hands were pinned, and she liked it that way. No, she reveled in it – as the waves of ecstasy slammed into her, crashing into every corner, flooding her inside and out.
She shuddered and moaned, saying his name over and over. As the feelings ebbed, he tugged her close and kissed her cheek. Her forehead. Her neck. Even her nose.
Soft, sweet, fluttery kisses. Her body felt like a noodle. She was warm and glowing, in that heady state after an epic orgasm. He seemed to sense that she needed a minute to bask in the aftereffects. Gently, he untied her hands as he buzzed his soft lips from her throat to her ear.
“Did you like it when my face was between your legs, Julia?”
His voice was low and soft, and there was a tender tone to it. So different from the rough way he’d talked to her when he issued his instructions. She pressed closer to him, savoring the momentary sweetness, loving that he had so many sides – hard and hungry, then gentle when he needed to be. He ran a hand down her side, across her waist, traveling to her hip. He bent his head to her belly, layering a gentle kiss there, then over to her hipbone. She could get used to this, to this kind of touch – rough at times and gentle at others, and he knew when to hit each note.
“I loved it,” she murmured.
“Good. Because you taste fantastic on me,” he said, then claimed her mouth in a quick, hot kiss. “And now you taste fantastic on you.”
She looped her hands into his thick hair and wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him know what she wanted next. “Can you please sleep with me now?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You ready to feel me inside you?”
“God yes,” she said. “But you need to get naked like I am.” She said and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed down his jeans.
He pulled her up from the chair, looked deep into her eyes, then raked her over head to toe. “I am so glad I walked into your bar tonight, because this is the best night I’ve had in a long time, and you are quite possibly a perfect woman. So as far as I can see, the only thing that could possibly make it better is you bent over the chair with your ass in the air.”
She hitched in a breath as a ribbon of desire was unleashed in her body. “I want it hard, Clay,” she told him as she turned around and bent over, lifting her bottom for him. “I want it hard and deep and I want to feel your cock all the way inside me.”
He fished in his wallet for a condom, rolled it on, and smacked her ass once.
“You will feel me for days, gorgeous.”
* * *
That back.
So long and sexy and smooth. That hair, all silky and thick and perfect for tugging. But that ass. It was so inviting. Clay rubbed his palms against her smooth, soft skin, then placed a thumb on each cheek to spread her open. Her pussy was glistening and his cock twitched eagerly at the sight; jumpy fucker was ready to be inside her, but he wanted to enjoy the view as he entered. She’d tasted delicious, so hot and sexy and willing, but maybe she tasted so good to him because she liked it the same way he did. She liked to dominate and to be dominated. She liked to talk dirty, and be talked dirty to. She was a scorching combination of everything he’d ever craved in the bedroom – never had he met a woman before that he’d clicked with in every way – and now he was was going to have her how he wanted. He teased her wet lips with the head of his cock. She whimpered, then raised her ass higher.
“You like how my cock feels against you? You want me inside you?”
“Yes, I don’t want you to tease me. I want you to take me,” she said in a firm tone, turning her head to shoot him a sharp stare.
“You telling me what to do, gorgeous?”
“Yes. I’m telling you what to do. And you better take me now because I don’t want to be teased.”
He rubbed himself against her, and her body responded instantly, shivering as he toyed with her. “But it seems you like teasing,” he said playfully as she pushed back against him.
“Clay, please,” she said, as if she desperately needed him to put her out of her pent-up misery.
“You gonna beg for it?”
“No,” she said, reverting to her tough stance. “I don’t want to beg for it. If you make me beg, I will go masturbate.”
He smacked her ass for that impudence. But he loved her feisty attitude; it shot sparks through his whole body. “I would love to watch you touch yourself,” he said as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her.
“You think I’d let you watch?”
“Oh, gorgeous. You’d love it if I watched. You’d get even wetter with my eyes on you as you fingered yourself. Are you good at making yourself come, Julia?” He said, sliding in another inch and rolling his eyes back in his head at the feel of her hot flesh surrounding him.
“So good at it. I will make myself come in seconds if you don’t fuck me deep right now,” she said, looking back at him, her green eyes fiery and demanding as she taunted him. “Maybe I’ll even torture you by letting you watch.”
“I fully intend to take you up on that kind of torture sometime,” he said. But not now. Because right now he wanted to be buried deep inside her more than he wanted to tease her, toy with her, control her. “But right now, you’re getting what you want.”
Screw teasing. Screw taking it slow. He sank into her and they groaned in unison. She felt extraordinary, so tight against him.
She braced herself with her hands on the back of the lounge chair. “You feel amazing,” she murmured, and that made him even harder, hearing her unfettered reaction. No saucy talking back, no snappy mouth. Not that he didn’t love those things. He did. A hell of a lot. But to hear those simple words escape her throat turned him on fire.
“Clay,” she groaned as he rocked into her, stroking in and out, hitting her far and deep, then pulling almost all the way out. Only to pound into her again.
“Is this what you wanted when you looked at me with those fuck-me eyes behind the bar?” He whispered roughly, holding her hips hard as he slammed back into her.
“Yes,” she cried out.
“Did you picture bending over for me and letting me take you? Letting me own you with my cock so far inside you?”
He thrust into her again, and she wriggled her ass. Such a beautiful sight, that smooth creamy skin. He rubbed his palms against the soft perfect globes. He wanted to bite it, to sink his teeth into the sweet flesh and leave a mark on her, but there would be time for that later. For now, this woman needed a good hard round with him that would radiate through her beautiful body for days.
“I was just hoping you’d be eight inches,” she said, and he could practically hear the smirk in her voice.
He thrust hard into her, making her cry out. Then he stopped his movements, remaining still and deep in her. He bent over her, his strong chest against her sexy back, and he gripped a fistful of her hair. Then he licked the shell of her ear. “More than eight inches, gorgeous. Don’t ever doubt that.”
She drew in a sharp breath. “Pull my hair,” she said, and he did, tugging hard.
Then he drove into her again, each thrust reminding her of what more than eight inches felt like. Her cries grew louder and her breathing more erratic. He reach
ed his other hand around to touch her clit. Fast, quick strokes while he buried himself deeper in her. His own climax started to build.
“I’m going to come soon, Julia. But you need to come first. I want you to come so badly. I’ve wanted it just as much as you wanted me inside you. Tell me how much you wanted me,” he said, sliding his thumb across her as she trembled and bucked her hips against him.
“Yes, I wanted you so badly. And I wanted you to make me come, and now you are. You are making me come,” she said in a broken, breathy voice. He let go of her hair, cupped her chin and turned her face to him so he could watch the expression in her eyes as he brought her to the other side, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth forming a perfect O, that first silent moan. Then, she screamed out loudly, his name echoing around the bar, and he chased her orgasm with his own, groaning as the pleasure ripped through him, tearing through ever damn cell in his body, lighting him up with electricity. Then they collapsed onto the lounge, a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and flesh. He pulled her close, spooning her, and kissed her earlobe.
“Come back to my hotel. Spend the night with me,” he said softly. “I want to curl up with you. I want to wake up with you. I want to make love to you before I leave.”
She shivered and breathed out hard.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that night, Julia lay in Clay’s arms, blissed out and sleepily content from her third orgasm of the evening. The man had delivered on every promise. When he’d told her he planned to make love to her, he wasn’t kidding. Back at the hotel, he’d worshipped her body, layering kisses all over her from head to toe – yes, he even sucked on a toe, and it felt exquisite – and then he’d entered her. It had been one of those lingering, unhurried and wickedly wonderful sessions. Her legs wrapped around his back, him taking his time with long, tantalizing thrusts, rolling his hips in and out, all while kissing her neck, her face, her breasts. The man could fuck and the man could make love. He could give her orders, and he could take her direction. He could yank hard on her hair, and blaze a trail of sweet kisses against her damp skin.
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