by Alden, Jami
She fought the urge to cringe. Of course, Jake would be dressed like a GQ wet dream while she had to answer the door in a threadbare T-shirt she'd picked up for free at a conference somewhere and a pair of ancient boxer shorts. Not that she cared what he thought of how she looked – she wasn't sure she wanted him here at all, and the less desirable he found her the less likely this situation would get complicated.
Never mind the fact that her nipples had risen up like bullets at the first flick of those cool green eyes.
"Don't worry, Kit," he said, "I won't be boiling any bunnies. My firm is working on a deal out here and they want me in the San Francisco office for the next month or so."
That sounded reasonable enough. She had, of course, Googled Jake the minute she got home and knew that his firm did have an office in San Francisco and had invested in several local technology companies.
What an idiot. As if he would actually fly all the way from Boston to see her, regardless of how phenomenal the sex had been. She didn't know what was scarier: the initial thought that he had taken their weekend too seriously or that she was actually disappointed he was there only for business.
"I called your brother to get your info," he continued, "and figured I'd stop by." He pushed up from the couch and walked slowly toward her, not stopping until he stood mere inches away.
"You could have called first," she said, folding her arms across her chest to hide her body's intense reaction.
"After the way you left,“ he slid his hand up and around to cup her neck, “I wasn't sure you'd agree to see me."
She licked her lips nervously, clenching her hands around her biceps as she fought the urge to sweep his feet out from under him and knock him to the floor. "You didn't think I'd want to see you?"
His teeth flashed whitely against his tan skin. "I knew you wanted to see me," he said, "but I didn't know if you'd agree."
He leaned closer, until she could feel his warm breath across her lips. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" she murmured, her lips brushing his chin as she couldn't stop herself from rising up on tiptoe and leaning in.
Grasping her ponytail in his hand, he pulled her head back, teasing her lips open with his tongue before thrusting inside. Her arms uncrossed and coiled around his neck, pulling him close as she opened her mouth wide for his invasion.
He groaned and sank into her, sucking and biting at her lips like a starving man. Heat pooled between her thighs until all she could think about was getting him naked and inside her as quickly as possible.
Still, she couldn't let him win so easily. Jerking her head from his grasp, she said, "So that's it? No flowers, no dinner? You were in town and thought you'd look me up for a booty call? I wonder what Charlie would think about you treating his baby sister like this."
Jake slid a proprietary hand up the back of her shirt, his splayed fingers sending hot shivers down her spine. The other wrapped around her hip, drawing her close enough to feel the heat of his erection through the fabric of his pants. "You want me to work for it, Kit? Dinner? Flowers? I'll do whatever you want." He kissed her hard, leaving her lips swollen and throbbing. "But I spent the whole flight like this," he growled, pulling her hand down to his fly so she could feel for herself how hard and huge he was, "thinking about how soon I could get inside you."
It was too much. She didn't want to hear the want, the need in his voice, scaring her even as it sent a rush of liquid heat pulsing between her thighs.
"I'll play any game you want," he whispered as his tongue trailed down the sensitive cords of her neck, "but I thought at this point we could be honest with each other."
Relief, mixed with disappointment, coursed through her. Kit focused on relief. Clearly whatever possessive feelings he had for her had faded, and all he wanted from her was sex. Why beat around the bush pretending to date when all he wanted was some good old-fashioned, no strings-attached sex like they'd had in Mexico?
Because that was exactly what she wanted too.
Liar.
But Kit ruthlessly silenced the voice that tried to tell her she wanted more. Instead she grabbed Jake by the tie and pulled him into her bedroom, where they stripped each other with frenzied efficiency, pausing to kiss and lick each new patch of skin as it was revealed. Backing him up against the edge of the mattress she pushed him down, following after him until she landed sprawled naked across his mile-wide chest. Like a cat in heat she rubbed herself against the lightly furred wall of muscles, hissing as his hands covered her bare breasts, palms rasping against the sensitive points of her nipples.
His cock was hot and throbbing against her belly, and she positioned herself over him so she could slide her dripping slit along the rock-hard flesh. Big hands cupped her ass, grinding her against him until she was on the verge of orgasm from that brief contact.
Not yet. She pulled away slightly, leaning down to trace her tongue between his pecs as something he said in that wine cellar tickled at the back of her brain.
With one hand she guided his hands up to the wrought iron rails of her bed frame, while the other slid open the drawer of her bedside table. In only a few seconds she managed to locate what she wanted.
The cold snap of metal sounded unnaturally loud in her tiny bedroom, and Jake's eyes flew open as he found himself handcuffed firmly to her headboard. His biceps bulged deliciously as he tested the bonds, and finding himself tethered, he relaxed back against the pillows.
Knees spread on either side of his torso, Kit sat back, surveying him like a conquering Amazon claiming her prize.
"I'm at your mercy." He smiled.
"You certainly are." Leaning forward until her breasts just brushed his face, she moaned as he obediently turned his head so he could tongue first one, then the other nipple into his mouth. She sat back again, and his mouth released a hard point with an audible pop. "Whatever shall I do with you?"
"I could make some suggestions, but since you're the one who wanted to play power games, I think it should be up to you."
She wondered what Jake would say if she admitted this was the first time she'd used the handcuffs. A gag gift from a girl's night out, the pink fur-lined novelty item had rested unused in her bedside drawer for the past two years. As sexually liberated as she liked to think she was, she'd never had the urge to tie a man down and had certainly never trusted one to do the same to her.
But Jake was so cocky, so sure of himself, she couldn't resist the temptation to put his skills to the test. "You told me in Mexico," she said, gently raking her nails down the skin of his chest, "that you could make me come with both hands tied behind your back." A film of sweat erupted on his skin, and she felt the tip of his cock jerk against the back of her thigh. "Let's see how you do with both hands tied to my bed."
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face, and she could tell by the flutters low in her belly that he wouldn't have to try all that hard.
Licking his lips in anticipation, he whispered, "Climb on up, Kitty Kat."
She settled herself over him, knees on either side of his ears. Her breath caught, eyes closing as he nuzzled into her folds. Her fingers wrapped around his where they gripped the headboard, a soft moan pushing through her lips as his tongue made a soft foray. Flicking and swirling, he teased and taunted her clit with soft brushing strokes, then abandoned it to trace the drenched seam of her lips, pushing his way into her hot core in a soft tongue fuck.
Her hips rocked to meet the soft thrusts, her sounds of pleasure giving way to frustration as he kept his strokes light, brushing, never settling into a firm rhythm that would drive her to orgasm.
Proving that just because he was tied up didn't mean he was powerless.
"Damn you, stop teasing," she said between clenched teeth.
He laughed softly, the vibration sending shuddery pulses against her aching flesh. She sighed as his mouth opened over her clit, drawing the tight kernel between his lips and lashing it with firm strokes of his tongue. He feasted on her with hungry sucks of his
lips, lapping and plunging against her.
Within moments she felt the familiar tightening in her core as her orgasm bloomed low in her belly. His mouth's relentless assault drove her over the edge, his tongue driving inside her quivering cunt as she trembled and pulsed against his face.
Hot tingles spread down her arms and legs as she slid herself down his body, coming to rest with her head against his chest. "I guess you weren't lying."
He lifted his head off the pillow and leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I hate it when people exaggerate their abilities, so I try never to do it myself."
Kit sighed and squirmed against him, jerked out of her sleepy postcoital lassitude by the insistent prodding of his erection against her ass, reminding her that she might be well satisfied, but he was still very much aroused and raring to go. It would serve him right if she left him unsatisfied and tied to her bed, but she couldn't bring herself to do it after he'd done such a good job of getting her off. True, she had a petty vindictive streak and she didn't know if she'd ever be through with Jake, but to leave him hard and aching seemed outrageously unfair.
Not to mention a horrible waste of a perfectly good erection.
She nibbled and sucked her way down his torso, loving the salty taste of his skin, the musky scent of aroused male teasing her nostrils. Her tongue traced the narrow line of hair that bisected a perfect six pack, skittered around his navel, and stopped just short of the rigid shaft jutting up and tapping insistently against his belly button.
A bead of pre-come pearled on the tip. His cock jumped against her tongue as she lapped it off. Every muscle stood out in tight relief as she punished him with the same teasing licks, the soft, kitten-like laps he'd used to torment her. A vein stood out starkly along his shaft, throbbing double time as he strained against her firm hold.
Finally she took him into her mouth, and his thrilled groan was enough to send a bolt of renewed want straight to her core. He was so big she could barely fit her lips around him, her mouth stretched around the tip of his cock as she struggled to take him deeper. Grasping him in her hand, she worked him in short, tight strokes as her tongue swirled against the silky smooth head. His hips moved restively, and she could tell he was fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth.
As much as she loved the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth, it wasn't enough for her either. Her pussy wept and throbbed, aching to feel the thick stretch of him sinking inside her.
"Where are you going?" His voice held the strain of a man pushed to the brink of his endurance.
She leaned over and took his mouth in a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss but didn't answer as she pushed herself off the bed and sauntered away. When she pulled away his expression was wary. He was actually worried that she wouldn't come back. Did the cheap thrill she got from that make her a sadist?
Chapter 5
For a minute Jake thought he might actually cry with relief when, instead of leaving him with the world's worst case of blue balls, Kit reappeared with a naughty smile and a condom in one hand.
She paused in the doorway, unabashed in her nudity, looking so beautiful and sexy he thought his heart might burst.
"You didn't really think I was going to leave you."
"I don't know what to expect from you." He jerked against the handcuffs for emphasis.
Somewhere in the midst of their frenzy, her hair had fallen out of its ponytail, and the thick brown strands tickled his cheeks as she kissed him. "Lucky for you," she murmured against his lips, "I'm not done with you yet."
Jake had used the time she'd spent rummaging in the bathroom for a condom to pull himself together, but his control nearly shattered at the feel of her smooth hand against his raging hard-on. Instead of the delicious feel of her fingers as she covered him in latex, he focused on random details of her room: how her dresser was nicked and obviously used; the framed Ansel Adams black and whites that seemed too calm for the vibrant, badass image she seemed to cultivate.
But then she was sliding herself over him, the tight walls of her body gripping him so tight he feared he was going to come right then and there. He clenched his teeth, holding himself back with every sinew in his body as she began to move over him, her back arched, tawny pink nipples jutting out in hard little points until his mouth watered to taste them. He tried to lift himself off the bed, the movement hampered by the handcuffs. "Let me loose," he said, "I need to touch you."
"What if I don't want to?" she said breathlessly, bracing her hands on his chest as she started a slow, lazy pace.
Bracing his feet on the bed, Jake drove his hips hard, high enough so he knew she'd feel him against her spine. "Unlock the goddamned handcuffs," he growled, barely recognizing the almost savage tone of his own voice. He thrust again, eliciting a keening moan from between Kit's kiss-bruised lips.
She leaned over and retrieved the key from the bedside table, and in seconds he was free. His hands immediately moved to grasp her hips, holding her still for his slow, deep thrusts as he held a nipple captive between his teeth. Such a little tease, he thought affectionately. Trying to act so tough, leaving him without a good-bye in Mexico and pulling her little dominatrix act on him tonight. Whether she was willing to admit it or not, she was as powerless over this thing between them as he was.
Now it was the perfect time for a little demonstration.
***
Kit gasped in surprise as, in one movement, Jake flipped her onto her back and captured her wrists above her head. So enthralled by the feel of him buried impossibly deep inside her, she didn't register the metallic click until she tried to reach her hands up to cradle his head.
Goddamn him! "Let me go." She struggled and bucked against him, but that only served to shove his cock more firmly inside her as her clit ground against his pubic bone. He swallowed her angry sounds of protest with his mouth. She retaliated by biting his lip hard enough to taste blood.
He jerked back, incredulous as he touched his tongue to the wound.
She couldn't decide who was more shocked by her savagery.
She watched him warily as he hung frozen above her, still buried so deep she could feel his pulse inside her body. Then a scared little shiver skittered through her as a positively evil smile spread across his face. "Don't start games you don't want to play, Kit."
She didn't have time to wonder what he meant. She was too horrified by the fact he was rummaging through her nightstand drawer while she lay pinned and helpless to do anything about it. Her journal was in there, along with private mementos and...
"You naughty girl, Kitty Kat." She immediately recognized the small cylindrical object in his hand, along with its telltale hum.
She jerked and moaned as he passed the tip of the vibrator over her nipples, the jolt causing her to spasm around his cock. Unaccountably embarrassed to have him find her sex toy, modest though it may be, she strove for bravado. "Most guys are intimidated by a vibrator. Think they can't match up."
"This little guy?" He held up the white toy, not more than five inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. Deliberately, he slid out of her until just the head of his erection lodged inside her body. He drove himself back in with excruciating leisure. "I don't think I have anything to feel threatened by."
"It's not the size of your boat," she said, the high, thready tone of her voice betraying her.
His slow, steady strokes kept her from finishing the rest of the saying.
Coming up on his knees, he draped her legs over his hips and moved in steady, measured thrusts until she was a moaning, writhing mess who could barely remember that the world existed beyond his cock. Without breaking his pace he traced the vibrator down her belly, resting it just above her mound. Her clit pulsed at the indirect stimulation, and she let out a harsh cry.
Then he froze, halting his thrusts and moving the vibrator away.
Her eyes snapped open and he hung above her, braced on one trembling arm as sweat dripped from his forehead to sizzle on her chest
. "Damn it, don't stop," she demanded, but there was a pleading tone in her voice too. She squirmed against him, sure if she could get some leverage she could end this torture for them both.
But he held her hips pinned to the bed, forcing her to stay still before bringing her to the brink again, and a third time, until finally the need to climax had become a physical pain.
"Please," she begged helplessly, hating him for doing this to her, hating herself for being so weak. "You're killing me."
Immediately he came down on top of her, cradling her face in his hands as he whispered his apology. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmured against the flushed skin of her cheek. "I'll make it all better."
Sliding his hands behind her knees, he pressed her legs back against her chest. He slid the vibrator against the outside of her labia, as though realizing that her clit was too painfully sensitive for such direct stimulation. Within seconds she came, squeezing her eyes shut as every muscle in her body seized in ecstasy. She was vaguely aware of his shout and the feel of him jerking inside her.
She'd be lucky if the neighbors didn't call the police, what with all the yelling and caterwauling.
Jake nuzzled his face into her neck and murmured something, and for a horrified second Kit was afraid she was going to cry. "Unlock me," she said through gritted teeth.
He fumbled for the key and released her from the handcuffs. Kit immediately jumped from the bed and grabbed her robe. She didn't like the way she felt, shaky and vulnerable and exposed. Didn't like the way Jake could burst into her apartment, into her life, and start chipping away at the wall she'd spent the past twelve years building around herself.
She needed to be alone, regroup, and put this thing with Jake in its proper perspective.
"You need to go," she said curtly.
