by Mia Downing
“I want to be married to you for the weekend.”
The pain in her heart increased ten-fold, and she drew in a deep breath. Fuck him or die didn’t seem to be working at the moment. “Oh. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
He sucked her nipple, the suction intense, and then let it pop from his mouth. “It’s a perfect idea. Then you’re first. I’m first. You’ll come hard all weekend and maybe the emotional pain will leave. When Monday comes, we can decide where this goes.”
She already knew where their relationship had to go. If she were brave enough, she’d face Chase and get him to give her someone different for a partner. Or work alone. But she wasn’t brave. It had been all she could do to sit in a room alone with Chase during an interview, despite the fact he had been ultra professional and never once hinted of their past. So she was stuck.
But Jake had asked, and she didn’t have the voice to tell him no wedding sex. As much as it hurt, she’d give it to him because… She thought for a moment as he caressed her body and made her feel so beautiful and cherished. That was exactly why. Even though she was second best, he still did a damned good job of making her feel whole. Beautiful. First. And she needed that, in the worst way. For the weekend, only.
“Fine. I’ll be yours, but for the weekend only.” It killed her to do this, but it had to be done. “We go back to work and it’s over, Jake. I can’t sleep with you and be your partner. It didn’t work with Blondie. When the weekend is over, we both move on. I become nothing to you. Nothing but work.”
He frowned. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to figure this out.”
He nodded but looked a little like she had crushed something inside him. Why would he care? He fucked women and left them all the time. He was a player. A man whore. A male version of her.
Jake nodded again. “But I want this for the weekend. I think you need it.”
She still didn’t agree, didn’t feel it was a good idea. If a night of being first was hard, how would she survive come Monday morning when she was nothing to him? It killed her to know as much as she had seen in her life, she wasn’t brave enough to just end it, now, before she got hurt.
The tough girl in her sighed and went back to pretending. Fuck him or die—it seemed to be working again. “Whatever you want.”
Jake reached around the tree and dragged something back. “I have something you might like.” From a bag, he pulled out something jingly.
“Nipple clamps?” She looked closer. “Those are mine. You went through my stuff?”
He laughed. “Please. You went through mine, I’m sure.”
She glared, but yes, she’d gone through his bag briefly before she showered. He had nothing of interest except she really liked his knife. It was part of being a spy, knowing what the other was up to. The one with the most knowledge won. But she was quickly losing this game.
“I don’t think clamps are vanilla.” But she trembled a little at the thought of him using them. This was the pain she sought. Good pain that would hopefully overshadow the ache in her heart and make it go away. Everything else they had done together had been so much more intense than at the club—clamps had to go the final distance.
As if to prove that, he dipped his head and sucked her nipple. The nub hardened under his tongue and teeth until it was ready. She kept her eyes closed as he applied the clamp, the sweet sting following and bringing a gasp to her lips. He began the same to the other nipple, and she sighed with need when he gave an experimental yank on the connecting chain. Yes, this is what she wanted. Needed.
“Then your vibrator is off limits, too? The butt plug?”
Nothing was off limits to him. If he wanted this, he could have it, for the weekend only. She thought for a moment. “If you use the plug, and we do it missionary style, doesn’t that cancel out the kink? The position alone is vanilla enough to follow the rules.”
His grin was so naughty it took her breath away. “I think that’s perfect logic.” He tugged the chain connecting the two clamps together, harder than the time before.
Bliss flew on the wings of the sting, the pleasure echoed by the throbbing of her pussy.
“Would you come for me if I licked your pussy?” He tugged her chain again, and her lust intensified.
She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. This was the pain she could handle. That she wanted. Bring it, bad boy. “I’d rather you be inside me.”
“I’ll end up there, don’t worry.” He kissed a path between her breasts, using his mouth to tug her chain again. She arched off the blanket but bit her lip to keep quiet.
“Moan for me. You’re too hard for me to read, wife. I want to know when my tongue is a green for go. If I have to ask you what color you are, I’ll punish you. If you fake an orgasm, I’ll punish you harder. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She’d never been vocal. Never wanted more than what she was given.
“Yes, what?” He tugged the chain again.
“Yes, Husband.” She moaned, wanting to please him.
He sucked the clamp and her nipple, and she obeyed by making a soft sound in the back of her throat. She wanted his fingers inside her pussy, sliding, pounding deep as he would later with his cock. Then his mouth continued downward, lapping her stomach. He unbuttoned her jeans, tugged at her waistband, and she lifted her hips so he could slide the denim down her legs.
He shucked his jeans and shirt and returned to the blanket, golden and naked. He rested between her thighs again, his breath hot on her slit. He blew out and she jumped.
“I have a new rule,” he informed her as his tongue darted out to tap her clit.
“I don’t think the house likes new rules,” she said on a gasp as his fingers replaced his tongue, strumming her hard nub.
“This is a husband rule. I don’t want you to wear any panties for the rest of the weekend.”
“That’s it? Any good Dom does that.” Thank God, a rule she could handle.
“Well, I am not anyone’s Dom here, so no panties unless they are crotchless. I want to finger you, fuck you, or lick your pussy at any time.”
He slipped two fingers inside her cunt and pumped gently, as if to prove a point. She rose into his hand, welcoming the thickness of his fingers.
“You had a skirt in one bag. I want you to wear that, so I can love you all weekend, whenever, wherever. You can wear jeans when you ride and shorts or something to run, but I want access to your pussy when I wish to have it. Would you like that?”
Maybe this wasn’t a rule she could handle. Her mind didn’t like it one bit. They’d end up fucking like newlyweds. On the table, on the porch, on the stairs… The thought of him creeping behind her and caressing her folds as she cooked dinner made her pussy wet, needy. His fingers were already sliding into her core easily, but now the wetness dribbled down the crack of her ass and her need ratcheted up a level. No panties might be as bad as wedding sex.
“I guess you would like that,” he said with a smug smile as he explored the growing dampness, his fingers making wet noises as he pumped them in and out. He lowered his head. “You are going to taste so good.”
He gave his own moan as he sank his tongue alongside his fingers, lapping her juices. His finger toyed with her clit, then caressed her outer lips. His tongue danced back up to her clit again, and this time, when he sucked, one hand snuck up and tugged the nipple chain.
“Oh,” she breathed, suddenly so close to coming, and he’d barely nibbled at her.
“You going to come?”
“I’m so close.” The waves inside her core crashed with wild intensity, like the pounding of the ocean, threatening to toss her overboard.
“I want you to come, around my fingers, against my mouth. When you do come, you are to say my name. Keep your legs open.”
Keep her legs open? She wanted to clamp them to his head as it was and ride his face. But his wishes prevailed hers. She spread her legs wider,
so when she finally came she’d be able to please him. It didn’t take long. He sucked her clit, gave two hard tugs on her chain, and the thrill of pain sent a shock straight to her pussy, igniting her core into flaming orgasm.
“Oh, Jake,” she said, and the first wave of pleasure was wrung from her core.
He withdrew his mouth and fingers as the second spasm started, and she moaned in disappointment. But he swung up and over her, slamming his cock into her pussy as the muscles contracted again, taking her pleasure to a new height.
“Oh,” she breathed again, and his smile was smug as he took the chain between his teeth and tugged. Another orgasm appeared on the heels of the last, and she bucked against him, mashing her clit into his pubic bone, driving him deeper, harder as her muscles clenched.
“Say my name, wife,” he mumbled around the chain.
“Husband,” she moaned, her toes curling with satisfaction, her pussy spasming around his hard cock. She floated in that happy place, the one with no pain, with nothing but joyful shocks racing through her at mach speed. He thrust harder for a few beats and then he stilled. “Aren’t you going to come, too?”
“In a moment.” He dropped the chain and sounded odd, so she opened her eyes to see him looking over her shoulder at something. He resumed pumping, but it was obvious his mind was no longer on how good sex with her felt.
“Kate,” he murmured, and he might as well have chucked ice water in her face.
Chapter Ten
Kate?
Tia stared up at Jake, shock giving way to horror. He looked over her shoulder with a concerned expression, still buried dick-deep in her pussy. Damn him, he should be concerned. No, he should be scared as hell, because she was going to stab him with knitting needles until his heart bled like hers.
She must have stiffened because he looked down at her, confused. “What? Oh! Honey, no, I’m not saying her name because I want to come. Honest. I know who I’m making love to.” He drew his hand above her head, pulled back, and showed her his phone. “She sent me a text. She’s being followed.”
“Oh.” Anger turned quickly to confusion.
“She sent it twice—code for it’s important.”
“Being tailed would be important.” He never did what she expected, and it frustrated the crap out of her. And damn it, it still hurt to have her name said during the heat of passion. She shoved at his chest and he shook his head.
“Don’t be pissed, Tia. Please.” He scrolled through his phone, still on top of her.
“Don’t be pissed? Seriously?” She smacked his chest. “You’re going to fuck me and call her. Her.”
“It will be hotter than hell. Trust me.” His lips curved into a slow, sexy grin. “Think of it. Me, loving you, and she won’t know a thing. She might catch us.”
Tia narrowed her eyes, unsure where she stood on this. It did sound enticing, fucking him while Blondie listened. Jake had an exhibitionist streak and loved when they played scenes in the public areas at the club. But it also felt a little like they were cheating. Second best, again.
Before she could protest further, Jake pushed a button to dial and put the phone to his ear, cradling it between his head and his shoulder. “Kate? What the hell?”
Jake listened as he thrust harder, and Tia had to agree this was oddly erotic, that he was fucking her while talking to the woman he loved. Possession was nine-tenths of the law, and right now, Jake was hers.
Tia arched against his cock, driving him deeper, desire brewing again, swirling in her belly. Jake removed Tia’s nipple clamp and suck the sensitive peak gently. The blood flow returned, and the pain was as exquisite as the pleasure.
Jake lifted his head from her nipple. “Call Chase,” he said into the phone. Then he removed the other clip. “Where are you?” He lowered his head and sucked again, and the pain of the returning blood flow made her cry out. Her mewl brought a smug smile to Jake’s lips.
“What am I doing? None of your business. And I can’t do a damned thing from here. I’m on vacation. Chase has access to satellites and video feed. Just call him.”
He thrust again, pumping harder, staring into Tia’s eyes but looking concerned. “If you won’t call, I will. I don’t care if you think you’re wrong, and you’re making a huge mistake. It’s protocol. The shopping center has a zillion cameras he can tap into. He’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Kate shouted something on the other end, and Tia winced at the volume, unable to make out exactly what she called Jake. It wasn’t pretty, whatever it was. But Jake shook his head and said, “Bye, Kate. I’m calling your husband.” He ended the call.
Then he groaned and leaned forward to gently bite Tia’s neck. “Jesus, I almost came about four times, especially when she wanted to know what I was doing.” He kissed her mouth and drove hard, his balls slapping her ass. “I’m going to call Chase, but I want you to fuck me. Put your legs around my waist.”
She did and he rolled with her so she was sitting on top, his cock deep inside her. He grinned and picked up the phone. “Fuck me while I talk to our boss. I hope you come and scream really loud.”
“I don’t know if I can come.” Talk about stage fright.
“If you do, I’ll cook dinner.”
The idea of coming while he talked to Chase was scary and erotic all at once. She slid up the length of his cock and drifted back down in a leisurely stroke, enjoying how he felt between her thighs. “Will you tell him I’m fucking you?”
“Do you care if he knows?”
“No. I guess not.” What did it matter? Chase knew they were here, and the two men were well known at the club for very satisfactory threesome action. It wasn’t like she’d never had Chase, though she wished it had been different.
“Hey, Chase,” Jake said. He bucked his hips under her, encouraging her to move faster, and she obliged. “Call Kate. She’s being tailed.”
She heard a loud, “Fuck,” from Chase’s end, and the call disconnected.
Tia wrinkled her nose. “I couldn’t come that fast if I wanted to.”
“He’ll call back. Keep fucking me.” Jake strained, his head back, the cords of his neck thick. She’d never seen him quite this aroused, even during wedding sex. It was almost as if he was in a lusty frenzy, the need too much for him to bear. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to come when he calls back.”
She stopped moving and placed her hand on his damp chest to balance herself as she looked down at him. “Are you doing this so he doesn’t suspect how you feel about Kate?”
Jake shook his head. “I’m doing this because if he were here, watching, it would be the best high. If I had a dollar for as many times as I fucked a woman in front of Chase, I’d be a rich man. Threesomes were his thing. This is my thing. Making love to you while he’s on the phone is even better, because he’s at work. It’s so hot. I used to call him all the time during sex—he got off on it, too.”
“That’s…crazy.”
“Is it? You need pain. I need to be heard. And this is much, much better with you. I’ve never felt this high. Please, Tia. Fuck me. Please.”
To hear him beg like that, the pleading in his voice brought her desire to a frenzied peak. To know this beautiful man was so high because of her… She arched her back again. But to have her boss listen… Jake thrust upward, and his groin hit her clit, sparking the lust that had grown earlier, during Kate’s call.
He reached for her breasts, and she leaned forward, enjoying as he sucked first one, then the other, the nipples sensitive under his tongue. She followed the rhythm he set with his hips, keeping his cock deep inside her pussy, her clit rocking on his pubic bone. The phone rang, and she jumped at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
Jake answered it, reaching for her clit at the same time. “Yeah?”
He pinched, and she fought a moan.
“I know, she told me the same thing.” He pinched her clit harder, and Tia bit her lip harder. “She used to be a crappy liar. Now, I’m not so sure.”
“What am I doing? I’m reading under a tree.”
Tia heard a distinct “bullshit” on Chase’s end of the conversation.
“So what did you do about Kate?” He beckoned to Tia, and she dipped down, supporting herself with one hand on each side of his head. He held the phone aside and sucked one of her very sensitive nipples, his tongue rolling the peak.
She bit back another moan, and Jake said, “Hang on a second.” He covered the phone. “Remember the rules,” Jake warned. He put phone back at his ear. “Go ahead, Chase.”
Tia shuddered at the thought of moaning with Chase listening. Another orgasm threatened, the pleasure divine, and she went to bite her lip. Jake’s fingers dug into her hip, and she released the moan as he had commanded. She panted, trying to catch her breath as she rocked her hips faster. Who knew being vocal in sex could be so much fun?
“Yeah? Well, a shopping center is full of cars. Maybe she was overreacting.” Jake paused and gave Tia the sexiest smile, one full of promise. “Yeah, I’m doing what you think I’m doing, buddy.”
He thrust up harder, and Tia answered him with a powerful down stroke that threatened to toss her over the edge again. She pinched both nipples, enjoying the pain, the pleasure, and suddenly she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Jake,” she moaned, unable to help herself.
“Don’t you wish I called you more often?” Jake asked. She whimpered and closed her eyes as an orgasm swallowed her whole. “She’s beautiful when she comes.”
Chase groaned from his end and she heard him say, “Not fair.”
“I know, not fair, since you’re not getting any.” Jake’s eyes glazed over. “I have to go, or you’re going to end up finding Kate for a booty call.” He chucked the phone and tossed his head back as he rammed into her pussy, once, twice. He stilled, and damp heat flooded her sheath. Groaning, he reached for her. She collapsed forward, letting him hold her.
