by Virna DePaul
He looked at her with a gleam in his eyes. Something like predatory intent. “You do know you haven’t seen me all over, don’t you?”
She blushed. “It’s one of my biggest regrets.”
He cocked a brow. “Is that so?”
“Weren’t you listening when I said I want you? In case I wasn’t clear, I’ve thought about having sex with you in every way imaginable. I’ve thought about what your—your d—dick looks like. How it would feel. How it would taste. Now what do you say about that?”
He looked dazed, his expression taut. Then he held up the stack of cards. “Ready for the next hand?”
Before she could answer, he dealt again.
She won that hand.
Keep this simple. Keep this about sex, she told herself. That’s something he’ll understand. Talk about the emotions later. “Have you ever had sex in a public place?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Where?” she asked.
Ryan grinned and said, “Weren’t you the one who said, ‘Asked and answered’? I’ll deal.”
Ryan dealt the next hand, and Annie won…again.
“Okay, where?” she said.
“In the bathroom at a club downtown,” he said.
“Eww.”
“You disapprove?” he asked.
“Completely,” she said. “Do you know how germ-infested those places are?”
“Wasn’t actually thinking of that at the time. Haven’t you ever had sex that made you forget where you were? Who you were?”
“No.”
“That’s a damn shame.” Ryan dealt again. “Maybe I can do something about that for you.”
Okay, that was both putting it all out there and at the same time teasing her until she wanted to scream. She didn’t want to dance around their desire for each other anymore. “Why does there have to be any maybe about it?”
Their hands were both crap, but Ryan won with an ace. “Take something off,” he said with a mischievous grin.
Annie hesitated. Did she really know what she was doing here? Was this really just about sex for Ryan?
Even if it was, she decided, she’d take what she could get. At least she’d have the memory of the physical intimacy between them. But she was torn about whether to remove her panties or her bra. At least with the panties, the table would cover her nakedness. She slipped her fingers into the elastic, then hesitated. She grabbed her dress, lying nearby, and tucked it underneath her so her bare ass wouldn’t be touching the leather chair. Then she maneuvered the underwear down her legs. Ryan didn’t take his eyes off her.
“What?” she finally asked him.
“You’re blushing,” he said. Then he bent slightly at the waist and turned his head sideways in a dramatic attempt to see her lower half.
Annie closed her legs tightly. “Stop it!”
He was still laughing at her as he dealt the next hand.
Annie won with a pair of jacks.
She was ready to explode from the sexual tension in the room. She wanted to move things to the bed but stayed where she was. She waved at his boxers. “Take them off, mister.”
Ryan didn’t hesitate. He stood and looked directly into her eyes as he slid the boxers over his hips and let them drop to the floor. Annie willed herself not to look down, but she was only human. Her eyes dropped below his waist, and her mouth went dry. He was fully erect, even bigger than she’d imagined, and all Annie could manage was, “Hmm.” She supposed that was better than yummy and gimme gimme, which is what she really wanted to say.
Ryan laughed again. “Hmm? You really know how to hurt a guy.”
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way…”
Ryan struck a centerfold pose. “So tell me what you really think.” He turned to the left and then the right. As she drank in the sight of his naked body and got hot all over, his teasing made things seem almost natural. When he was finished clowning around, he got a pillow off the bed and carried it over to his chair.
Annie cleared her throat. “What are you doing?”
“Not crazy about sitting my naked butt in that leather chair.”
“Um, then use your shirt, because I’m not crazy about sleeping with a pillow that has your ass cooties all over it.”
Annie wasn’t expecting the pillow to be launched at her head. When it struck her in the side of the face, she was knocked back and almost fell off the chair.
“Fuck, Annie! I’m sorry!” Ryan moved closer to see if she was okay.
Annie kept her head down. When he bent toward her, she swung the pillow with all her strength, smacking him upside the head.
Everything happened fast after that.
Ryan lunged at her, and Annie tried to get up and run, but he caught her around the waist. Lifting her off the ground with one arm as she squirmed and giggled, he threw her down on the bed. He stretched her arms out over her head and held them down with one hand.
His hard cock pressed against her thigh. She saw the heated desire in his eyes, too, but she also saw something else.
Uncertainty.
“I have one more question,” she quickly asked.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Have you ever been tied up?”
“What do you think?”
She stared at him before saying, “I think you’ve thought about it. You’re too sexual not to. But you’re also a big, bad, buff fireman. Given how you’ve always kept the women in your life at a distance—”
“You mean every woman but you.”
“What?”
“You mean I’ve kept every woman at a distance but you.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” she said. “Not anymore. But the question is, do you want to keep me at a distance right now? Or will you give yourself to me, Ryan? Truly give yourself to me?”
His expression grew wary. “Just what are you talking about, Annie? What is it you want from me?”
Your heart. Your soul. Everything you are. The thoughts barreled through her mind before she could stop them. But she was too much of a coward to say them. Ryan seemed attracted to her. Seemed to be enjoying the little game they were playing. That was more than enough for now.
“I want you to let me up,” she said softly.
He did so. Immediately.
“And now I want you to let me tie you up.”
Ryan took a swift breath. She could tell by the look on his face that he was torn between his hard cock and the worrisome thoughts that were going through his head. Worries that probably echoed her own. What if they took this too far? What if they lost something precious and could never get it back? But as much as Annie still worried about that, she wanted more. She’d wanted more for a long, long time. And whether it was because of Vegas, or Melina, or Clint, or the sight and feel of Ryan himself, naked and tempting and utterly gorgeous, she was finally ready to reach out for what she wanted.
No, she was ready to demand it.
She stood, noting how Ryan’s gaze immediately zoomed in on the juncture of her thighs. “Lie back on the bed.”
For a long time, he didn’t answer. Just continued to stare where she was growing wetter and wetter by the second. Eventually, she shifted, hoping he liked what he seeing. That he didn’t mind the neat patch of hair between her thighs.
But she was being ridiculous. He was fully aroused, his cock spearing up towards his belly. As she watched, he wrapped his fist around himself and pumped until a bead of come formed on the head of his cock.
She whimpered.
His gaze shot to hers. “You sure you want to tie me down? Because I can’t think of anything better than having my hands all over that sweet body of yours.”
Oh God. That sounded good. But right now she had something else in mind. Annie put a hand on either side of her lace-clad breasts, pushed them together, and said, “Would you like to see these?”
Ryan licked his lips and nodded, his expression now tight. Almost desperate. Annie turned away from him, catching
a quick glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked confused.
But he also looked hungry as he stared at her bare ass.
She pulled open the dresser drawer and stared at the unopened roll of bondage tape that Paige had given her. The idea of binding Ryan with tape seemed harsh, a little too down-and-dirty. Right now, she wanted to give him an experience that was edgy yet still soft. Bold but still feminine. Right now, she wanted him to see her that way.
She took out two pair of knee-high stockings. With a smile, she turned back around. Unsure where the sudden surge of confidence came from, she said, “After I tie you up, I’ll show them to you.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” Annie said. “This is Vegas, and I’m here to be naughty. Be naughty with me, Ryan.”
She walked toward him, stopping less than two feet away. He reached out for her, but she shook her head and took a step back.
He frowned. “Annie?”
She unrolled one stocking, held it tautly between her two hands, then snapped it like a belt. As Ryan stared at her, she could see the wheels in his head turning. It was a stocking, and he was a strong man. He was probably thinking he’d be able to break free the second he wanted loose.
Without another word, he stretched out on the bed and raised his arms above his head.
Annie took his right arm first and wrapped the stocking around it, tying it in a tight knot, but leaving enough slack that it didn’t cut off his circulation. Then she wrapped the other end around the thin headboard and tied it securely. The whole time, Ryan watched her, his hard cock twitching.
She tied his left arm next.
“I thought you were going to lose the bra.”
“Patience. I’m not finished.” Annie had practiced this fantasy in her head so many times, it felt completely natural when she pulled his left leg out toward the side of the bed and tied his ankle the same way that she had his wrist. She did the same to his other leg.
When she was done, she straightened, studied him for several heart-stopping moments, then reached behind her to unhook her bra. She let it fall off of her and slide down her arms.
Ryan inhaled sharply, staring at her breasts, nipples swollen and standing at attention, as if she’d just revealed a treasure beyond anyone’s imaginings.
“God, Annie, you’re gorgeous,” he said.
“Not too skinny?” Or too small? She’d been a C cup before she’d lost the weight and now she was a B. A full and pert B cup, but still…
“I told you I loved how you looked before. But I love you like this, too. I love your face. Your tits. Your legs. Everything about you.”
She shivered at the honest emotion in his words. His desire emboldened her. Standing at the foot of the bed, she looked down at him, bound, eager, helpless, and hard as a rock.
She walked to the side of the bed as Ryan’s eyes followed her. Once there, with the lights of Sin City shining through the big window in the background, she massaged her breasts and tugged on her engorged nipples. “I used to imagine your lips right here where my fingers are. Mmm, I liked thinking about what it would feel like for you to suck and lick and even nibble on them. But it hurt to think about it, too. Because I didn’t think it would ever happen.”
“You were wrong. I’m right here, baby,” he said, “You don’t have to imagine it anymore.”
“I’m looking forward to it. But first, I want to make sure you want it as badly as I do.”
As she spoke, she slid one of her hands down her newly flat stomach and over her pubic mound. Ryan’s groan sounded like a strangled cry. Highly aroused, she slid her hand down farther, taking her swollen clit between her fingers. God, she couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so wet.
She swirled around her clit with her fingers, loving how he licked his lips as if imagining his tongue where her fingers were.
His cock rose up and away from his body, as if trying to reach her all on its own. Gaze locked with his, she brought her hand to her mouth, tasting her own juices.
Annie had never done anything like this before, and the thrill was indescribable. Ryan’s groans were sounding more frustrated, and he looked relieved as she crawled up the bed to straddle his waist. She gloried in the feel of his hot skin and taut muscles against her inner thighs. Felt herself tremble with the need to raise her hips and impale herself on him. But she wasn’t quite ready to stop administering her special brand of torture. Rubbing her wet pussy back and forth across his lower abdomen, she hissed at the pressure of his cock against her ass.
“Oh God, Annie…you’re going to kill me,” he gasped. “We need to stop. Get a condom before I lose it completely.”
Hearing him so desperate for her only egged her on. Leaning forward, she rested the tips of her fingernails against each bound wrist and then dragged them lightly down his arms. When she got to his shoulders, she trailed her nails across his chest, skimming his nipples lightly, causing him to shiver. “I brought condoms, but we don’t need them. I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. You?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
As part of his job, Ryan got tested regularly. In addition, she knew he wouldn’t leave something as important as his health to someone else. “I’m clean, too,” he gasped. “I’ve never been with a woman without protection.”
“That’s all I need to hear.”
“You sure, Annie? I don’t want you to feel pressured—God, Annie.” He moaned when she leaned over and licked his nipples before gliding her tongue up to his neck, across his jaw, and finally to his lips. He sucked at her mouth like a starving man, and as she felt her breasts and aching nipples brushing against the hard flesh of his chest, the fire in the pit of her belly burned so hotly that the soft kiss she’d intended turned into a full-on assault. Ryan slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she greedily took it, tightly wrapping her lips around it and sucking it in. He lifted his hips up off the bed, bucking against her as they kissed.
She pulled back to say, “I’m sure. If there’s anyone I trust in this world, Ryan, it’s you. And I’ve waited so long to be with you. I don’t want anything to be between us. I want you bare. Inside me. Filling me up when you come.”
“I want that, too,” he said. “So bad.”
“Then you can have it. But only if…” She paused for effect.
He looked absolutely desperate as he gasped, “What?”
She mock pouted. “Did you mean what you said in the gondola? About the kiss only ranking in your top five?”
She was smiling, trying to tease, but his expression remained intense.
“That kiss was the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. Until now.”
His gaze never wavered. The honesty of his words shined brightly, filling her with joy. “Good answer,” she whispered a split second before she captured his mouth again. Shifting, she reached between her legs to where his throbbing cock lay. Gently, she ran her fingernails across the shaft, down across his balls, and then back up to the tip. As she let her hand move up his body once more, she lowered her hips so that her core rested snugly against his erection.
She rubbed herself along the length of him, loving the erratic sounds of his inhales and exhales. She let out a breathy moan of her own. She was aching for him, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer without taking what she needed.
Ryan slid his hips back and forth and pulled against his restraints. Annie had read somewhere that men often underestimated the strength of nylon stockings. His tugging only served to pull the knots tighter.
“God, Annie! I need you, baby, puh…leaze…!”
She smiled, but instead of letting him enter her, or keeping up the sweet friction, she shifted her body down his thighs, slithering almost like a snake, until she was kneeling between his legs. She lowered her lips so close he’d feel her breaths. He squirmed and moaned and begged until she finally gave in, parting her lips just enough to allow the head of his co
ck to slip between them. She sucked gently while flicking her tongue against him. Then she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, slowly taking in each glorious inch until she could feel him at the back of her throat. She paused. Hummed.
Choked slightly when he thrust himself even deeper.
“I’m sorry…sorry,” he gasped.
She shook her head and pulled back slowly, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock as she did. She relished the sounds of his groans and deep moans as she continued to suck him, gaining momentum until she felt him swelling between her lips. When she completely released him to study the results of her work, he groaned painfully.
Grinning in amazement at the sensual thrall she had him in, she flattened her palms and ran her hands up his thighs to his pelvis, just skirting the area where his cock danced, desperate for more attention. She didn’t give it to him. Not yet. She slid her palms back down to his thighs, allowing the sides of her fingers to brush softly against his balls.
“Please, Annie…”
“Please what, Ryan? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, baby. So fucking bad.”
“I’m right here,” she said.
He started to say something else, but his words turned into a cry as she took his cock back into her mouth, pumping it in and out. She looked up at him as she sucked, wanting to see the pleasure she was giving him reflected on his face. His gray-green eyes were almost completely covered by heavy lids. His lips were parted slightly, and his ragged breaths told her all she needed to know—he was more than enjoying what she was doing to him. The tender flesh between her legs throbbed. She had never wanted to be fucked as badly as she did at that moment.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and began pumping him with her hand as she increased the suction and speed of her mouth. His hips moved as much as they could. Erratic. Frantic. Reluctantly, she backed off, reducing the pressure and the speed of both her mouth and her hand.
“No. God. Keep going,” he groaned.
“I will. I promise,” she said. She continued to gently caress him until she’d pulled him off the ledge.
Annie lifted her mouth and gave his cock one last pump before releasing him. He actually whimpered at the loss of contact. Annie was as desperate as he was now. She climbed back up his body, pulling her knees even with his hips, and settled on top of him so his cock pressed against the outside of her core. She’d waited so long for this moment, to have him poised at her entrance, that making the move almost felt surreal. She bent forward, not pressing her lips to his yet, just allowing her face to hover a millimeter above his. She wanted to see his face, the look in his eyes when it happened at last.
