Swap

by Jenesi Ash

  She needed to change that, Mia decided as she silently guided Aidan to her bedroom. Tonight she was going to accept her wild abandon. She would not ask to be tied up. In fact, she would take charge.

  Mia stopped at the threshold of her bedroom and turned to Aidan. She stood on her tiptoes and linked her hands behind his head, claiming his mouth with hers.

  She kissed Aidan aggressively, a potent mix of excitement and trepidation sparkling in her blood. But his mouth didn’t soften against hers. Was he surprised? Or turned off ?

  Mia retreated slightly, nibbling his mouth and swiping the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. Aidan gave a sexy murmur and parted his lips, allowing her entrance. Triumphant, she drove her tongue into his mouth.

  She ground her lips against his, the white heat zipping through her veins. Her nipples tingled; her breasts were full and heavy. Mia wiggled her hips, fighting against the swelling, wet sensations flooding her body.

  Gliding her hands over his chest, she murmured her approval of his chiseled muscles and the steady beat of his heart. Aidan loved having his chest rubbed. He groaned, the sound vibrating deeply. Mia needed to get closer and dipped her hand under his T-shirt. His skin was warm, and her fingertips caught in the whorls of his springy dark hair.

  She shoved Aidan’s shirt up, exposing his washboard abs. As she pulled the shirt over his head, she trailed her fingers along the defined muscles of his arms, shivering as she remembered how they flexed and tightened. How could she overpower such a man? And did she really want to?

  Mia shivered as Aidan’s large hands roamed over her back, his fingertips gently teasing her spine. Her resolve was disintegrating, and she wanted to cling to him, but the tension in his movements alerted her that he was holding back. Why hadn’t he taken over? Was he biding his time, or could he tell that she needed to be in charge, just this once?

  Mia reluctantly pulled away until he couldn’t touch her. Aidan frowned as his hands dropped to his sides. She darted her tongue against her lips, not sure what her next move should be.

  She decided to strip off her clothes. It would have to be quick, and she had to keep out of his reach, because Aidan could never keep his hands off her naked body. Mia took off her pink camisole top with more force than necessary. She felt her small breasts bob freely as she pulled off the shirt and tossed it on the floor.

  Mia kept her gaze on Aidan, watching his eyes flare with lust as she shimmied out of her gray hipster shorts. She hooked her thumbs over her thong, already damp from her arousal, as she dragged it down her legs.

  She stood proudly in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her nipples puckered, and her skin was hot to the touch. Mia reached up and pulled the rubber band from her hair, giving her long blond tresses a good shake. She was aware of the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Mia stood on the balls of her feet, ready to move fast if Aidan lunged for her.

  Aidan stayed where he was, his hands clenched to his sides. She saw a tremor sweep his strong body and knew he was definitely holding back. A renegade thought occurred to her: Had he heard her discussion with Jamie? A heavy knot formed in her stomach. She studied his face and dismissed the idea once she saw the desire gleaming from his dark brown eyes.

  “Touch yourself,” Aidan said hoarsely.

  Mia knew she should refuse and tell him to touch himself. She would enjoy that, but not as much as she would have fun putting on a show for him. Even better, if she masturbated in front of him, she would control the pace.

  She covered her breasts with her hands, fondling them the same way Aidan would. She squeezed tightly, pushing them together. Mia pinched her nipples hard, gasping when they stung.

  Aidan took a step toward her and then stepped back. He folded his arms across his chest, as if he knew that was the only way to keep from touching her. “Lean against the bed,” he suggested.

  It was a good idea. Her legs felt a little wobbly, but she didn’t want to lie down. That was when she was vulnerable. Leaning against the bedpost would keep her on an equal level with Aidan.

  Mia rested against one of the posts, the hard wooden corner biting into her shoulder. She jutted her hips out and cupped her sex. Sliding her finger along her wet slit, she bit her bottom lip to prevent a guttural moan escaping from her throat.

  “Show me how you like it,” Aidan said.

  Oh, she’d show him. Mia widened her legs and showed him her glistening pussy. She caressed her clit with one finger, her movements quick. She rocked her hips against her hand, but it wasn’t enough. She needed something more. She needed Aidan’s touch.

  “Kiss me,” she moaned as she felt the urgent need winding tight in her pelvis.

  Aidan slowly walked over and stood before her. He unfolded his arms but didn’t touch her. His body heat enveloped her as her lips tingled in anticipation of a kiss.

  “Keep touching yourself,” he said.

  Mia frowned and wondered why he wouldn’t touch or kiss her. She stroked her clit, her breath snagging in her throat as pleasure rippled gently through her body. She wanted to feel powerful and strong, but she didn’t want to do everything by herself.

  “Lick my nipples,” she told him, but her raspy voice ruined the commanding tone she was going for.

  A wicked gleam shone from his eyes. “Feed them to me.”

  Mia cupped the underside of one breast and arched her spine, offering him a taste. Aidan lowered his head, never taking his gaze off her face. The tip of his tongue darted from his mouth, and he swirled it along her nipple.

  She gasped, his touch sending a fiery jolt through her bloodstream. Mia reached up and cupped the back of his head, her fingers spearing through his short black hair. She tried to draw him closer, but Aidan resisted.

  “Keep touching yourself,” Aidan said as his tongue flicked against her tight nipple. “Otherwise I’ll need to tie you up.”

  Mia closed her eyes as his words triggered a quaking through her. She lowered her hand and stopped in midair. She couldn’t deny the piercing longing. It didn’t matter what she had planned; she really needed to be tied up tonight.

  She defiantly placed both hands on the back of his head and guided him closer to her aching breasts. From Aidan’s smile, she knew he approved of this decision. He stepped away and walked to the chest of drawers.

  Pulling out the bottom drawer, Aidan retrieved two leather cuffs. Mia’s core clenched when the metal chains caught the light. Her pulse skipped a beat as the thin skin prickled around her wrists.

  She licked her lips as she watched Aidan approach her with the bindings in his strong hands. Why did she make this decision? How was she supposed to feel strong and powerful when Aidan chained her to the bed?

  Mia was surprised when Aidan took one of her wrists and expertly bound her to the bedpost. She thought he would ask her to lie down on the mattress like he usually did. He took her other wrist and bound it on the opposite post. Her arms were stretched as she stood naked at the foot of the bed, facing him.

  Aidan stepped back and gave a devilish smile as he studied his handiwork. “Now I will lick your nipples.”

  He went down on her hungrily, the edge of his teeth scraping her nipples as his fingers crushed her breasts. She writhed under him, the metal chain rattling as she pulled at her bindings. Her inability to move made every lick, every bite more intense.

  As her moans echoed in her ears, Aidan knelt down, licking a trail down her stomach. Mia watched his descent and felt an incredible rush of power. This was what she liked: Aidan on his knees, pleasuring her.

  He knew exactly how to touch her. The muscles in her stomach bunched as he stabbed his tongue into her navel. She shied away when he brushed the gentlest kiss on her hip bone.

  Aidan pushed her legs apart and kissed along her inner thigh. Each breath she took was painful as she found the anticipation tormenting. When he finally covered her pussy with his mouth, Mia cried out. She bucked against his face, her cuffs jingling.

  She instinctively tried
to reach for him, and the cuffs yanked her back. The burn racing down her arms heightened the pleasure throbbing in her core. “More,” she whispered.

  “More?” His breath was hot and steamy against her skin. “Like this?”

  Aidan teased her with her mouth. His tongue circled her clit without pressing down on the swollen nub. Mia swiveled her hips, desperate to feel the pressure of his mouth against the insistent throbbing, but Aidan clenched his hands on her hips and held her still.

  “Harder,” she told him. She knew her tone was sharp and abrupt, but she didn’t care. So what if she was bound to the bed? He was on his knees pleasuring her. She could have just as much power as Aidan.

  “Like this?” he asked innocently as he laved his tongue along her slit. Sparks popped under her skin as she felt the rush of heat down her shoulders and back.

  Mia closed her eyes as the desperation clawed at her. Aidan wasn’t going to give what she wanted until she surrendered to him. The quest to gain power was clouded by the urgent need for satisfaction.

  She sagged forward, her head dipping down in defeat. “Please,” she whispered.

  Her body trembled as she waited for his next move. Aidan captured her clit with his thumb and forefinger. She reared back as he pinched the nub, as the wild lust uncoiled deep within her, whipping through her body.

  Mia cried out as if the desire lashed her. She felt like she was splintering into a million pieces. She froze when Aidan delved his tongue deep in her core. She came violently as he licked her drenched pussy.

  Shivers continued to rack her body as he greedily lapped her wetness. When he was done, she could barely stand up; the bindings were the only things holding her up. Aidan got to his feet, and she noticed his movements were shaky as he ripped off his jeans.

  He stood before her naked, and Mia’s stomach fluttered at the sight. Aidan’s hard cock eagerly pointed up and slapped against his tight stomach. He grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his hip. He wrapped his hand around his cock, wincing at the touch, and guided the wet tip against her sex.

  Mia took a deep breath right before he thrust into her. His cock filled and stretched her. His hot, sweat-slicked chest rubbed against her breasts as his fingers dug into her hips and legs. She barely noticed any of this, her world centered on meeting each savage thrust.

  Aidan bent his head and placed his mouth behind her ear, suckling a sensitive spot there until she was struggling against her bindings. She wasn’t trying to get away—she was trying to get closer.

  Mia knew then she would never be as strong and powerful in bed as her lover. She shouldn’t bother trying. Whenever she was near him, she felt naked. She was defenseless to Aidan’s sexual allure and too weak to fight her addiction for his touch.

  Yet she couldn’t help but wish that one day she would conquer Aidan with her own sexual power.

  TWO

  Jamie collapsed on the bed next to Caleb. She gulped for air as her heart pounded in her ears. She was sweaty and bone-tired, but that didn’t prevent her from curling her leg around his. His skin was hot to the touch, but Caleb didn’t move away. Jamie wasn’t much into cuddling, but she was tempted to nestle into his arms.

  She reached up and plucked the blindfold from his face. Caleb blinked and Jamie was mesmerized by his soulful brown eyes. His forehead creased as he looked around to gather his bearings. He glanced at the window and saw the first streaks of dawn. “It’s morning already?” he asked.

  “Time flies when you’re having fun.” And when she was clean ing out her goody drawer. Fortunately, Caleb had the stamina to try some of her toys out one last time.

  She was going to miss him. Jamie was surprised by that realization, probably because it had more to do than with Caleb being the perfect playmate. When she was with him, she didn’t have to worry about him seeing her at her worst.

  Jamie knew she was difficult and didn’t get along with others. As far as she was concerned, there was no need to change. She didn’t do relationships and refused to be pinned down. She ran from any expectations and made it clear not to rely on her for anything.

  Mia was the exception. Their friendship was the only constant thing in Jamie’s life. While boyfriends came and went, Mia had accepted Jamie wholeheartedly, taking the good and the bad and never trying to change her.

  It had been that way from the beginning. There had never been any discussion or promises to be friends forever. Jamie would do anything for Mia. Her friend never had to ask for help, because Jamie was already there at her side.

  Much to her surprise, Caleb was beginning to show the same unswerving acceptance. It made Jamie nervous, because she didn’t do anything to earn it, and it was simply a matter of time before she made a mistake and ruined everything, just like she always did. She wasn’t purposely destructive in relationships—she just never got the hang of them.

  Jamie glanced at Caleb, taking in his longish brown hair and his narrow face. He wasn’t handsome or even cute. But there was something about his face from his aristocratic nose and high cheekbones to his dark eyes that had grabbed her attention.

  It had taken her a while to figure out what made him fascinating. It turned out to be something very simple: He was everything she wasn’t. His body was as lean and lanky as she was all voluptuous curves. Her skin looked golden against his paleness. She was loud and brash, while he laughed quietly.

  They appeared to have nothing in common, but it turned out they had the same greedy approach to life. They wanted to live in the moment, experience everything new and different. Caleb was just as willing as Jamie to step out of their comfort zone in search of something exciting.

  Jamie brushed her damp hair from her forehead and watched Caleb’s smooth chest rise and fall and found her breath matching his. She realized she’d been with Caleb longer than with any other guy. Okay, so there had been other guys on the side, but he knew that. Jamie didn’t do exclusive.

  A random thought entered her mind. She could take Caleb with her when she left Clover Bud. Jamie could easily see him in the passenger seat of her old car, encouraging her to ignore the map and go where the road led her.

  She knew Caleb wanted to go with her. He had offered several times, but she had instinctively shot him down. For a moment she wavered, ready to invite him. Caleb was someone she could count on. She trusted him, which said a lot. But was she ready for this type of commitment?

  No, she wasn’t going to play it safe. Now wasn’t the time to hold on to something familiar. Jamie rolled away before she said something she’d regret.

  She needed to make a clean break from the people she knew and the only town she had lived in. That meant walking away with nothing to pull her down or hold her back. She was determined to travel as light as possible, taking only what she could fit in her car.

  She should have moved out months ago, Jamie thought as she sat up in the bed. If she didn’t leave now, the one relationship she relied on would be in danger. She should have known that she would eventually mess up her one true friendship, all because she lusted after the one person she couldn’t—shouldn’t—seduce.

  Jamie didn’t know if it was becoming obvious. She needed to leave before Mia figured it out. Mia already could see that Jamie was hiding something. Jamie already felt guilty, and she didn’t need to see the hurt in Mia’s eyes every day for retreating.

  Sighing deeply, Jamie pushed the thought aside and bunched the blindfold in her hand. She tossed it in the box next to her bed. Looking at the jumble of sex toys she was throwing away, Jamie wryly decided it was a sort of timeline of her sex life. Some of the toys had been used once and then forgotten. They were too tame or not powerful enough for her. They were a lot like the men she met in Clover Bud.

  The other toys she hadn’t played with very often because of lack of opportunity. The few men who could keep up with her didn’t like toys. They had hang-ups when it came to vibrators and dildos. The only man who showed any enthusiasm was Caleb.

  She look
ed in the drawer and smiled. “Only one toy left,” she told Caleb.

  She hooked the strap-on harness onto her finger and lifted it from the drawer. Her pussy tingled as she studied the contraption. The black vinyl and thick purple dildo looked fierce and threatening. Dangerous. Jamie couldn’t wait to wear it. Every time she buckled it on, she felt a rush of power that she couldn’t find anywhere else.

  Caleb was the only guy who bent over for her. The only man who didn’t fight for control. The primitive need to take the dominant role coursed hotly through her blood.

  She wanted to invade Caleb’s body. It had to be rough and fast. Jamie inhaled slowly as the need pulsed heavily in her. She would do this just once more, and then she’d toss the dildo away. There was no telling when she’d get the chance to do it again.

  Caleb groaned and closed his eyes, knowing he was in for a wild ride. “Let me catch my breath.”

  “Wimp.”

  She jerked when she heard the rattle of the old pipes in the house. Just like clockwork, Mia was up and taking a shower. Jamie gave an impatient sigh. Unlike her friend, she couldn’t stand routine. When each new day brought the feeling of déjà vu, it was time to shake things up.

  Only she might have shaken things so much that she couldn’t put them back in place. Jamie winced, wondering why she had to push her luck with Mia right before she left. She always had bad timing. Hadn’t she learned from her past mistakes?

  “What’s wrong?” Caleb asked.

  She stiffened, unaware that Caleb had been watching her. Worse, he was beginning to read her easily. “I think I went too far with Mia,” she confessed.

  Caleb turned toward Jamie and tucked his arm under his head. “What did you do?”

  Where did she begin? “Mia was a virgin when she met Aidan,” she said with an incredulous chuckle and shook her head. “Can you believe that?”

  Caleb’s eyebrows rose. “And she’s a friend of yours?”

  “Ha. Ha.” Jamie playfully swatted at him. “Believe me, I didn’t understand her decision to wait for Mr. Right”—she rolled her eyes at the term—“but that was what she wanted.”