by Cathryn Fox
Brad had quickly brought her to never-before-known heights of excitement with his sexy little bondage games. But the truth was, she wanted more from him, and she wasn’t even close to sating her sexual appetite. She suspected when it came to him, she never would be.
Lindsay needed to see him naked so she could touch and kiss and pleasure his rock-hard body, the same exquisite way he’d pleasured hers. She craved the feel of his thick cock inside her, and ached to climb over him and ride him with wild abandon until they both reached earth-shattering climaxes.
Still breathless, she gripped his shoulders. “Come here, Brad.”
He slid up her body, removed her nipple clamps with the utmost care and brought his mouth close to hers. It occurred to her that Brad took great care in everything he did, from taking down a wall to giving her an orgasm.
“Hey.” He pressed his body to hers. “Are you doing okay?”
She nodded and brushed her lips over his, enjoying the taste of her desire on his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he moaned when her tongue slipped inside to play with his. His warm breath wafted across her face and filled her with a longing. She broke the gentle kiss, inched back and looked at him, really looked at him. His expression was warm, tender and vulnerable, and stirred her insides.
She gulped air. Oh God, he had a way of touching her so deeply it made her insides quake. Self-preservation urged her to ignore the emotions he brought out in her and concentrate only on the lust still burning up inside her.
She cupped his cheek and he leaned into her hand. “Thank you,” she whispered into his mouth.
He grinned and brushed her bangs from her forehead. “My pleasure.”
Her hands left his face, trailed over his hard, muscular chest and went to his trim waist. She tugged his shirt out from his jeans. In her most sultry voice she murmured, “Speaking of your pleasure.”
His hand closed over hers and stopped her fingers from exploring further. His eyes were dark and serious, his voice full of tender concern. “I want you, Lindsay, all of you, but don’t feel the need to do this if you don’t really want to. It gave me pleasure just to pleasure you.”
It gave him pleasure just to pleasure her.
Her heart turned over in her chest. So far Brad had proven to be different from any of the guys she’d had relationships with. He was perceptive and smart, caring enough to look beneath her surface to understand her needs and desires. She’d been with men longer, had dated them for months even, and they still hadn’t been able to read her the way Brad had. Honestly, no matter how much she craved to be dominated in the bedroom, she wasn’t about to come right out and tell a guy she wanted to be spanked or tied up, but Brad could see through her, see her deepest darkest desire.
Oh boy, she was in trouble here.
Because this was just supposed to be about sex. They’d agreed on it.
His hand closed over hers and squeezed, bringing her thoughts back to him. She noted how his tender touch traveled all the way to her heart and caused her chest to ache. It was slight, but none the less, it was still there.
She brushed her hand over his cock, wanting to give him everything he’d given her and more. Wanting to make it as perfect for him as he’d made it for her. Suddenly his pleasure became more important than her very next breath.
“Trust me, Brad. I have to do this. This is about my pleasure too.” She gave him a smile.
The rough pad of his thumb scraped over her mouth, his eyes glazed with lust and anticipation. “Well if you insist.”
“Oh I insist.” She slipped her hand inside his pants and connected with his engorged shaft. His groan reverberated through her body.
She sheathed his thickness in her palm and squeezed. Lord, his cock was the best thing she’d ever felt. Long, smooth and hard. For her. Her mouth salivated, eager for a deep, thorough taste.
Lindsay kissed him on the mouth and then pushed him backwards until his knees hit the mattress. She waved her finger at him and gave him a mischievous smile. “Take off your pants.”
Without haste, he tore open the zipper, pulled them off and kicked them aside, all in record time.
“Good. Now the shirt.” That disappeared just as fast.
Lindsay took a long moment to admire his gorgeous, naked, bronzed body. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away, letting it drift to the cardboard box in the corner. Her mind raced as she mentally catalogued the contents.
Brad shot her a nervous glance and swiped his bangs to the side. She could see perspiration dotting his flesh. “Lindsay? I’m not—”
“Shh.” She silenced him with her fingertips. “I don’t remember giving you permission to talk,” she teased.
When he frowned, her heart went out to him. The poor guy had no idea how much he was going to enjoy this.
She touched his cheek and softened her voice. “You have to trust me, Brad. Trust that I know you’ll enjoy this. The same way I trusted you.”
His brow smoothed out, his eyes relaxed and he gave a quick nod. “You really are something else, Lindsay. I’m discovering you’re a lot different from the women I’m used to.”
She frowned and planted her hands on her hips. “Different? As in deviant sex-crazed-woman-who-likes-to-be-spanked different?”
He chuckled. “Well, when you put it that way.”
“Hey,” she said wagging a warning finger at him. “Play nice.”
He gave her the devil’s grin. “I always play nice, Lindsay. I thought you’d know that by now.” When she cast him a skeptical glance, he put his hand to his chest. “I meant it as a compliment, scout’s honor.”
“Well alright then.” She tossed him a grin and spun around.
Before she could make her way to the box, Brad cupped her elbow, turned her around and urged her back. As their bodies collided, he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and pulled her impossibly close. The feel of his thick cock pressing against her stomach drew her attention and made her shiver in anticipation.
His voice dropped an octave. “I really like that you feel comfortable enough with me to just let go and be yourself. And I like what we did, Lindsay. I really, really liked it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he assured her. “I never knew sex games could be so much fun. Thanks for showing me.”
There was that tenderness and vulnerability in his eyes again. Lindsay nodded, unable to find her voice. Fighting down the barrage of emotions, she twisted around and made her way to the box. She pulled out the honey dust, a feather and a squeezable bottle of peach-flavored Hot Kisses. Brad looked like the kind of guy who’d appreciate peach flavor, which just so happened to be her favorite.
She gathered her supplies in a pile and made her way back to Brad. Body hard, cock aching, he stood there, gaze riveted, silently watching her with hungry eyes. Her body immediately grew needy for him again.
She stood in front of him. His warm familiar scent curled around her, arousing all her senses. With a slight nudge she pushed him onto the bed. His large frame hit with a thud. Once again, Lindsay spent a moment just staring at him, unable to believe this gorgeous specimen was hers to do with as she wished. And boy, oh boy, did she have a lot of wishes.
She dropped her goodies onto the nightstand and climbed over him, her long legs straddling his waist. His thick cock pressed against her ass and felt so damn incredible. It almost made her abandon her plan to drive him into a sexual frenzy, the same way he had done to her, and just climb on board for the ride of her life.
Brad gripped her hips and ground his cock into her backside. “Jesus, Lindsay, you’ve got me so hard, I’m going to erupt.”
Resisting the urge to impale herself on him, Lindsay gyrated her body, enjoying the way it stimulated her oversensitive clit. A moment later, she slid off his lap. There were things she wanted to do to him first before he erupted. She grabbed her feather and lightly brushed it over his throbbing cock. Brad put his hands over his head and groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”
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She opened the bottle of peach honey dust, dipped the feather in. In one fluid movement, she brushed it over his cock, like she was painting a masterpiece. Once she was satisfied she’d covered every square inch, she put the feather aside. “Perfect,” she said, pleased with her work.
Brad made a deep guttural sound and she could almost feel the sexual frustration grip him. “Perfect? No, not perfect. You’re killing me.”
With that, Lindsay settled herself on her knees, bent forward and sank his engorged cock to the back of her throat, enjoying the delicious taste of peach mingling with the arousing taste of Brad’s liquid heat.
Suddenly, Brad’s growl segued into a low heated moan. His hips jerked forward, his fingers tangled through her long curls, pulling her hair off her face so he could see her slick mouth in action.
“Okay, now that is perfect,” he managed to force out between deep raspy groans.
Obviously Brad had a few fetishes of his own.
Knowing he was watching, she wanted him to enjoy the show. “Mmmm…” she moaned, moving her head up and down as her other hand slipped underneath to cradle his balls. His cock swelled in her mouth, the veins filling with heated blood. After a long moment of tasting him, she inched back and began to work her tongue over his shaft, taking time to swirl around the tip and lick underneath his bulbous head.
She felt his fingers tighten in her hair and knew he wasn’t kidding when he said he was ready to erupt. She nipped at him, easing off a bit, giving him reprieve.
Her tongue found his stomach, she licked a path back up to his mouth. “How you doing?” She put all her weight on top of him, loving the way he felt beneath her, loving the way her heavy, swollen breasts pressed into his chest. She rubbed against him, her nipples quivering in delight.
He grabbed her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His muscles were tight, pumped. His eyes were dark with desire, his gaze was probing, deep. “I want to fuck you, Lindsay.”
She leaned into him and slid her tongue over his bare skin, reveling in his salty taste. Her voice was whispery soft. “I want to fuck you too, Brad, but not just yet. There is one more thing I want to do for you, if you think you’re up to it.”
He jerked his hips forward, driving his cock against her. Humor edged his voice. “I believe I’m up for anything.”
His head lifted, his mouth connected with hers. After a thorough taste, he pulled back and licked his lips. “Peach. My favorite. How’d you know?”
She rolled her shoulder. “It appears that we both seem to know a lot about each other, now doesn’t it?”
He smiled. “Appears so.”
Lindsay turned her attention to the bottle of Hot Kisses. She gave it a light shake. “This you are going to love.”
All humor disappeared from his voice, not even a trace remained. “Show me,” he said—an invitation to experiment, which she had every intention of doing.
She dipped her finger into the Hot Kisses and lathered it onto his cock. Stroking her hand up and down in a slow seduction.
He flinched. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
“Give it a second.” Lindsay continued to rub until he was well coated, then she leaned forward and blew a hot breath on his throbbing cock.
She could hear the breath rush from his lungs. “Jesus Christ, Lindsay, what the hell is that stuff?”
She chuckled and blew again. “It has heating properties in it that are activated by blowing.”
“It’s so hot. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Another warm breath had his body shaking, she could see his juices drip from the slit and knew he was teetering on the edge, one more blow would send him sailing over.
His voice came out hard. “My pants. Back pocket. Wallet. Condom. Now.”
The dark passion in his tones frightened and excited her at once. Lindsay jumped from the bed, found the condom, ripped it open and quickly sheathed him. Brad grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed beside him and rolled on top of her. “I need to fuck you.”
Lindsay drew a quick sharp breath, her entire body going up in a ball of flames. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea.”
He looked frenzied, uncontrolled. In one quick thrust Brad entered her. He adjusted his arms to keep most of his body weight from crushing her as his thick cock pushed open the tight walls of her pussy.
“Oh God,” Lindsay cried out, her legs going around his back, her fingers digging into his flesh, holding him to her, never wanting to let him go.
He plunged into her harder and harder, going impossibly deeper. She met each thrust with one of her own. Sweat collected on their bodies as they joined as one, both taking and giving what they needed.
He gripped one of her legs and put it around his shoulder, angling her for an even deeper thrust.
She gulped air, unable to fill her lungs to their fullest. “I’m—” Her body exploded into a million tiny fragments before she had time to finish the sentence. Her sex muscles quaked and throbbed as Brad brought on her second orgasm.
“I know, babe, me too,” and with that, he threw his head back and groaned, his cock pulsing and jerking as he gave himself over to his climax.
A moment later Brad rolled beside her, their bodies sated and drained from their incredible sex. And incredible was definitely the term she’d use to describe it.
Brad snuggled her in next to him, his tender gaze met hers. “Hey, babe.”
Oh God, she’d never felt so close, so connected to anyone before. She worked to find her voice. “Hey yourself,” she said as his heat wrapped around her like a silken cocoon. His lips found hers and gave her a slow, gentle kiss, one that stirred all her emotions.
“You are incredible,” he breathed into her mouth.
She raked his hair from his forehead and drew a fortifying breath. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
As she gazed into his eyes, her heart went to her throat. It occurred to her that bad-boy Brad Caldwell had definitely helped tamp down the fire in her body, but in the process, he’d left behind his warmth.
6
Two birds chirping a love song outside the window of the inn pulled Lindsay from her slumber. She stretched out her body, a contented smile on her mouth, and realized she’d never felt so sexually satisfied in her entire life.
She slid her hand across the huge bed and, much to her dismay, found the space empty, cold. After their amazing love-making session the night before, Brad had told her he had to leave, that he had responsibilities to take care of, responsibilities that couldn’t be neglected.
That made her wonder, and worry. The truth was she didn’t really know a lot about him. She was pleased to meet a man who had responsibilities, and who took them seriously. Meeting a man like that was a rarity for her. In fact, a lot of things about Brad were a rarity.
But what responsibilities was he talking about? Did he have a woman somewhere waiting for him? That thought made her stomach tighten and palms sweat. Or did he simply get what he wanted from her and take off, like the other men she knew? Then again, it’s not like she could blame him. She had assured him it was just about sex.
As her thoughts raced, it occurred to her just how much she liked him. How possessive she felt of him.
So much for sex easing the tremendous tension between them. Not only did it make her want him more, it created a whole new set of problems for her.
Disgruntled with the direction of her thoughts, Lindsay climbed from the bed and scooped yesterday’s clothes off the wooden floor. She needed to put Brad out of her head and get her focus back on to matters at hand. After all she’d told him she was only in it for the sex, and apparently he didn’t have any qualms about that.
So sex it was, and sex is all it would be.
Her tummy grumbled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since breakfast the previous day. She’d skipped lunch with the girls when her equipment had arrived, and she’d skipped dinner because she and Brad had been too busy playing sex games to stop for nourishment.
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Lindsay pulled her clothes on and padded barefoot to her door. She quietly eased it open and peeked out, wondering what her friends would think if they knew she’d spent all of yesterday having sex with Brad. Hadn’t they all made a vow to swear off men? Lord, she’d only made it two months. Libidinous slut that she was. Then again, how could she possibly resist a man like Brad, one who was so caring, so considerate, one who touched her with such tender care and was so damn in tune with her needs and desires?
She tiptoed into the hall and listened for her friends. Candace’s door was shut, so was Anna’s. She wondered for a moment if they too had worked late into the night and stayed over, or if they had made their way home.
As she pondered it a minute longer, the delicious scent of apple muffins caught her attention. Yummy.
After freshening up in the bathroom, Lindsay made her way into the kitchen. There she found Pamina talking to her cat. What a strange lady she was. The woman was far too young and beautiful to be one of those crazy cat ladies. That future, undoubtedly, was reserved for Lindsay.
Pamina twisted around to greet her, a bright smile lighting up her gorgeous eyes. Her voice as cheerful as ever, she said, “Good morning, Lindsay.”
“Good morning, Pamina, Abra.”
Abra jumped from Pamina’s arms and curled around her legs. Pamina chuckled and shook her head. “It appears that Abra is enjoying your company, Lindsay. He seems to have an affinity for Candace and Anna too. I saw him saunter out of Candace’s room this morning as a matter of fact.” She tossed Abra a scolding look. “He might be an old Tom cat but he’s not supposed to be a peeping Tom cat.”
Lindsay thought the comment odd, but chose to ignore it. Instead she arched a questioning brow. “Candace spent the night?” Her mind raced, wondering if Candace had heard the commotion going on in her room. Then again, if she recalled correctly she did hear a lot of banging coming from down that end of the hall. She made a note to check in with both her girls later.
