Misconduct (Hot Ice series Book 6)

by Lily Harlem

  “Say something,” he said after a few moments.

  “Half the wardrobe?” I frowned.

  “The whole damn wardrobe. Shit, no, you can have a dressing room, whatever you want for all your pretty stuff. It’ll be your house too, our house, please, sweet cheeks…”

  I licked my lips and stared into his eyes. They were earnest and hopeful but also hesitant. Yet he needn’t worry. I knew I’d say yes, it was the only answer that made sense. And not just because it had been uncomfortable with Dad and Giselle spending more time at home the last month or so, but because I was in love with Dustin. A soul-aching, heart-stopping love that had consumed me more and more as our time together had gone by.

  “Our house,” I said. “I like that. The idea of it, I mean.”

  “You do?” His expression lightened.

  “Yes. It sounds right.” I smiled. “And let’s face it, you’ve got the room for a permanent lodger.”

  “Not lodger, lover.” He squeezed my hands. “You’re mine and I’m yours. Living together is the way forward for us, and then…”

  “And then?”

  “And then we’ll see what happens next.” He pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes. Some might think he looked intimidating or frightening when he did that, but I knew he was speaking from the heart when he gave that look, he was thinking deeply and seriously.

  I nodded to acknowledge his statement. Because I also knew what he’d want if it worked out with us living together. Marriage, children, a big family. He’d always been open and honest about having that in his future. And I wasn’t complaining. It was a dream of mine too, and I couldn’t think of anyone’s children I’d rather have—eventually.

  “You’re sure you want me there on a permanent basis. In your house?” I asked.

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  “Well, I think that can be arranged.” I grinned and was rewarded with his big smile. “It will certainly make the commute to the arena easier. We can carpool.”

  He laughed. A short, deep burst of relief, I guessed. “Ever practical.” He drew my hands up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. “So that’s a yes?”

  “Yes, that’s a yes. I want to start and end my days with you too.”

  He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then when he opened them he stared straight at me. “I’ll make you the happiest woman on the planet, sweet cheeks, I swear.”

  I trembled slightly, the determination and passion in his eyes searing through me. “I know.”

  He tore his gaze from me and looked at my empty plate. “You finished?”

  “Yes.”

  “Come on.” He stood and tugged his wallet from his back pocket. “We need to go.”

  “Where?”

  “Home.” He dropped a pile of bills on the table and grabbed my hand. “Thank you, Benita,” he called to the owner of the restaurant. “See you next week.”

  The drive home was tense. Dustin gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles whitened and his jaw was set so hard I feared for his teeth. We seemed to get caught at every set of lights and he cursed under his breath at each one.

  “What’s up?” I asked eventually.

  “Can’t you guess?”

  “No.”

  He glanced at his groin and I followed his line of sight. He was sporting an impressive package that was hard and solid and straining against the fly of his jeans.

  “Oh,” I said. “I see.”

  “This is why I need you with me.” He shook his head and pulled off the main highway toward his gated community. “I just can’t get enough of you. I knew from the very first time we fucked, on that outside bed at the villa, that I was going to need more, but damn.” He paused. “It’s like feeding an addiction. The more I have you the more I want.”

  I rested my hand on his thigh and rubbed up to the angle of his pelvis. “Good, because you’ve got me.”

  He glanced my way then flicked the signal and turned right. “Not quite where I want you though, not yet.”

  “And where is that exactly?” I was enjoying myself. Seeing him turned-on and hard gave me a thrilling sense of power. I was small and female and he was big and tough yet still, it was me who had the control, the power to send him mindless with want. Sometimes when I wasn’t even trying.

  “I want you naked, in our bed, and I want us to be laid bare for each other, no holding back, just us, stripped and raw, satisfying the most base desires that bring us so close. And I want that to go on for the entire day and all of the night, pausing only to eat and sleep when we’re exhausted or need refueling.”

  I swallowed. Dustin often came out with detailed dirty talk and it always sent a delicious quiver right through me. The best bit of it being, I knew he could deliver the goods. If raw and base was what he wanted then I knew that’s what I’d get and I wasn’t complaining.

  We pulled onto his driveway and he leaned over and popped the glove compartment. “Here, before I forget.” He handed me a key on a Vipers key ring. “I had this made for you.”

  I took it. “Thanks, I—”

  He was out of the car, striding around it at a rapid pace. He tugged open my door and practically lifted me out. Suddenly I was pressed up against him, his mouth hovering over mine.

  “Welcome home,” he said.

  I smiled and touched my lips to his. “I like being home.”

  “I like you being here and I want you to stay forever.”

  “I will.”

  He kissed me as I kissed him and we shared a deep and profound meeting of mouths that spoke a hundred words of love and commitment. The infuriating player who insisted on calling me sweet cheeks had become my world, my reason for being.

  “Come on,” he said eventually, “before I fuck you up against the car and give the neighbors a performance they’ll never forget.”

  “Yes, I definitely think indoors would be best.”

  We stomped across the gravel and up the steps to his front door. I slipped my new key into the lock and turned it. The door swung open and I pulled in a deep breath. Everything felt so right, meant to be. It was hardly even a big deal to have my own key, to think this was where I’d be heading at the end of each day. It was just the natural path for us to take, to be together.

  We bypassed the kitchen and headed straight up the stairs. I’d been here many times, slept over countless nights, I didn’t need to stop and admire the opulence or Dustin’s great taste in modern art.

  As we stepped into the bedroom, a huge, walnut-paneled room with a black leather sleigh bed and heavy furniture, Dustin stripped off his t-shirt. He flung it to one side and then kicked off his shoes.

  I stood and watched, in awe as his muscles rippled beneath the surface of his torso. He was breathtakingly beautiful and all mine. I didn’t think I would ever get used to that.

  He was naked within seconds, his cock thick and rigid and bobbing toward me.

  “Why are you still dressed?” he asked, reaching for my top and undoing the buttons.

  “I like watching you strip.”

  He smirked and cocked his eyebrows. “I like watching you strip too, especially that little dance you did for my birthday the other week.”

  I giggled. “I’m not much of a dancer.”

  He blew out a breath. “It worked pretty fucking well for me.”

  I touched his cheek and remembered how he’d masturbated as I’d slowly removed my clothes and done a few shimmies and pirouettes, nothing fancy, but yes, judging by the way he’d ravished me afterward it had worked pretty well for him.

  When my top was removed, he set to work on my pencil skirt, unzipping it and sending it on a drift to my feet. I kicked it away and was glad that I’d worn a new expensive bra and panties set in a pretty pale peach.

  “Fuck, you know how to get me going,” he said, kissing down my neck and onto my chest. “Just when I think I might have some control you wear something like this beneath your work clothes. I spend half my time fantasizing abo
ut what’s beneath your prim little suits as it is.”

  “These old things?”

  “Yeah, these old things.” He flicked the clip on my bra and it pinged open. He made the most of the access, stooped and suckled my left nipple into his mouth as he cupped my right breast.

  I rubbed my hands over his hair. He’d just had it cut so it was shorter and sharper than usual. I loved it like that, it left a pink blush on the delicate flesh between my legs if he got busy down below and I clamped my legs around his head.

  “I got you a moving-in present,” he said suddenly, backing away.

  “You did? Before you knew I would say yes?”

  “Can’t blame a guy for being prepared.” He pulled open a bedside drawer. “Besides, it’s for me too.”

  Feeling overdressed in my panties when he was gloriously naked, I slipped them off. When I glanced up at Dustin my breath caught.

  He was holding up a strappy leather contraption, like the one in the villa. A big, dark dildo hung off the front. Facing the ground, it was clearly weighty and solid.

  “You bought me a strap-on as a moving-in present?” I was surprised but still compelled to walk over and take the shaft in my hands.

  He shrugged. “It was fun last time you wore one.” He held the fake dick out toward me and I let it rest in my palms, then stroked it admiringly. “And I’ll be honest, it’s a moment I’ve thought about again and again.”

  I’d also thought of it often and wondered if he had the same heated memories of that wild time as me. “Why? Why do you think of it?”

  He shook his head and blew out his cheeks. His cock was tapping up against his abdomen, the slit wide and a deep pink. He was being more patient than I thought he’d be when we’d been traveling back in his car.

  “Because,” he said, “it was mind-blowingly sexy to let you inside me rather than the other way ’round. Giving it up for you, a beautiful, in-control woman was like letting a piece of myself go for a short space of time and then allowing you to hold me together when I came back to earth. It was so…freeing if that makes sense.”

  God, he really had thought about it. “I loved that you trusted me so much.”

  “I do trust you, with my life.” He touched his nose to mine. “And I can’t deny I like a little ass play. It hits the spot and makes me come so hard. Especially when performed so expertly, the way you do it.”

  Damn, I was glad he thought so. That had been my first and only attempt at fucking a guy with a strap-on. But it seemed I was about to get another chance, so I took the pantyshaped contraption from his hands and stepped into it.

  It took a minute to adjust the straps to my size, but when I was satisfied with the fit I gripped my cock and looked at the man I was about to service.

  “You want my dick?” I asked, rubbing it up and down, root to tip, and grinning devilishly.

  “I want everything about you.” His cheeks were flushed, his shoulder muscles tense. He was staring at the strap-on.

  “Good. You’ve got me.” I smiled. “But do you also have lube?”

  “Sure.” He rushed to the drawer and pulled out a blue-and-white tube. I couldn’t resist staring at his tight butt.

  “Here you go.” He walked back up to me.

  “Thanks, oh…oh…” I caught my breath. There was a deliciously firm pressure on my clit.

  “Feel that?” he asked, pressing the panties against my mound.

  “Damn it, yes.” I struggled not to let my eyes roll back in their sockets and held on to him for support. What Dustin was doing was generating pressure on the perfect point.

  “This strap-on is designed for her pleasure too. There’s a clit stimulator just here. When you get going it will make you come.” He lifted his hand and the sensation eased.

  “Mmm, I’m liking that plan.” The weight of the cock and the sexy strapping combined with the wickedly positioned stimulator would have me flying, not to mention the thought of what I was about to do to Dustin again.

  He kissed me, massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples.

  I explored his body, reminding myself of muscles and dents and contours that I already knew so well but always wanted to know better.

  He groaned when I ran my hands down the gutter of his spine and onto his butt. I squeezed and explored as I let my rigid cock press against his. Everything about Dustin was hard and toned, his skin was firm and his body hair coarse. Yet despite this he had a delicate center. A heart that had been broken and a future that had once upon a time been shattered. But that was all changed now. Now I was his future. I’d mended his broken heart, so he’d told me, and I was about to fuck him into a place where only pleasure existed, pleasure that I was in control of.

  “Turn around,” I said a little sternly because I knew he’d like that. “And lean over the end of the bed. I want to see your ass.”

  His eyes flashed and, with his lips wet from our kiss, he pulled in a deep breath. Much as Dustin liked to take control, I’d discovered more and more that he also liked being told what to do. It seemed he could shift the power and was willing to be obedient. Not submissive, I didn’t think he’d ever be that, but certainly he wasn’t opposed to doing as I instructed when it came to the bedroom. I’d tried it out with verbal instruction and shoving him into positions I wanted more than a few times.

  “Yes ma’am,” he said gruffly and moved away from me.

  The sleigh bed had a wonderful smooth and rounded leather footer that I hoped would be the perfect height for Dustin to bend over and give me access to his ass.

  “Sweet cheeks,” he said, before he went double, “be gentle with me. You’ve got a big cock there.”

  “You can take it,” I said.

  He hesitated. A flash of uncertainty crossed his face.

  “But of course I’ll be gentle. I love you, this is only about pleasure.”

  His nostrils flared as he ran his gaze down my body. “Fuck, I could come just looking at you like that.”

  “You’ll come soon enough.” I lubed up my shaft and stepped up behind him, out of his view. For a moment I just stared at the acres of golden flesh on his back and the buried ridges of his vertebrae. He truly was exquisite. And I’d been right; the bed was perfect height for me to fuck him.

  I let the head of my cock touch his buttocks and reached around to stroke his erection. I was gentle, featherlike, because the shiver that ghosted up his spine told me he was near the edge.

  “You’ve got a hot ass,” I said, releasing his cock and stroking over the globes of his buttocks with both hands, stretching them apart and giving them a good squeeze. “It would be a sin for it never to be fucked.”

  “Just by you,” he said.

  “Just by me, yes.” I stroked down the cleft to the shadowed gulley holding my destination. “This will be cold.” I quickly applied more lube to my fingertips and then stroked it over the tight pucker of his anus.

  He groaned, shifted away and then back toward me.

  “Shh,” I said, “keep still.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  “You okay?” I lifted my hand from him.

  “Yeah, it’s just…”

  “What?”

  “This is so hot. But…”

  “What?” Shit, was I doing something wrong? I’d barely gotten started. “Tell me.”

  “Remember before, you slapped me.”

  “Yes, you had a hand print on your ass for hours.”

  He paused. “Do it again.”

  Fuck, really? Damn, he took everything to extremes, but I knew that now. “Once or more than once?”

  “As much as you want.”

  I didn’t need asking twice. I wanted to see my mark on him. Stake my claim, announce my ownership. I brought my hand down in a stinging whack onto his right buttock.

  He jerked and groaned, his body stiffening and then relaxing as the burn spread.

  I attacked the other one. My own ass was tingling and my pussy trembling. I couldn’t imagine I co
uld really hurt him, but his second groan told me he’d enjoyed the sensation.

  “More of that in a minute,” I said, “now it’s time for this.” I placed the head of my cock at his asshole. I had to separate his cheeks to see where I was going but once I had purchase I gripped his hips.

  I’d never have thought in a million years that the big bad goaltender for the Vipers would bend over for me, but he had, he was. Already my clit was humming and my heart racing. This was our time.

  “Relax,” I murmured, “let me in.” I pushed forward, a gentle glide that seated the dildo almost halfway.

  “Ah, fucking hell,” he groaned, arching his back and reaching for his cock. “Jesus.”

  “You want me to stop?” I was breathless with excitement, yet worried it wasn’t doing it for him. The last thing I wanted was to cause him pain.

  “No, no way, fuck, give it to me. You know what I want.”

  He was jerking off, his right shoulder shifting as he saw to the need in his cock.

  I gripped his hips tighter and slid to full depth, watching the lube collect and spread around his hole and onto the root of my cock. When I hit the max he moaned long and loud. My clit got a wedge of pressure against it and I rolled my hips into the sensation.

  “Are you okay?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Jesus, that’s so much,” he said. “But, yeah, fuck, fucking fuck me.”

  I spanked his ass, twice, for telling me what to do when I was supposed to be in control. But then urgency overtook me and I pulled almost out and smoothed back in. Damn, it felt amazing. It looked amazing. He was writhing for more, pinking up where I’d hit him and taking the big, dark dildo so well.

  “Tell me how you feel?” I demanded as I withdrew. “Tell me.”

  “Yours, I feel like I’m yours, only yours. You have me.”

  “I have and you’re loving it.” I pushed back in.

  He panted as I hit full depth and then I gave another shunt, as though I couldn’t get deep enough. The reward on my clit had my head dropping back and my eyes shutting. “Ah, yeah.”

  “Yes, I’m loving it,” he said, “I love you.”