Deliciously Thick (Naked Brews Book 2)

by KB Jacobs

  Realization dawned in her eyes. Her mouth dropped open as she gazed out into the dark forest behind the house. She swallowed hard and nodded mutely.

  I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. She tasted like temptation mixed with cream. My body pulsed with the need to delve deeper, but not yet.

  Pulling back, I took in her dazed expression with a smile. “You’re so sexy. Give me five minutes.”

  I let go of her and went around the terrace, turning on all the space heaters and the fireplace. I lit the small lanterns spread throughout the space. They emitted a soft, romantic glow. I didn’t want it to be completely dark, but I also didn’t want a spotlight on what we were going to do up here. I only wanted to give Melissa the sense that we could be revealed.

  “That should make it warmer out here soon. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  I started to turn away from her, but she grabbed hold of my suit jacket. “Anthony, I don’t know what you have planned, but thank you. This night has already been perfect. I trust you to take care of me.” She brushed a kiss across my cold cheek.

  I closed my eyes at the soft sensation of her lips on me. This woman slayed me. I only hoped I could make this into all she fantasized about.

  When I came back out onto the terrace minutes later, I was thankful to find the heaters were already doing their job. Freezing cold was not sexy.

  Melissa stared out over the rail into the dark forest. But when she turned to me, her eyes were alight with a mix of trepidation and excitement.

  She smiled, but it didn’t make it all the way to her eyes like it normally did. She was nervous.

  I could relate.

  I pulled her into my embrace. “Just remember...if at any time you want to stop, all you have to do is say so. There is never a point where we can’t put a halt to what we’re doing out here.”

  And just like that, her muscles relaxed.

  It was a little daunting to know she put that much trust in me.

  “We still good?” I asked.

  “Better than.” She rose on her tiptoes and brushed a kiss across my chin. “What’s in the bag?”

  I’d brought out a velvet bag filled with toys that we could play with. I shook my head. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not polite to ask a man what’s in his velvet bag?”

  She giggled. “I thought that only applied to Santa.”

  I waggled my eyebrows at her. “If Santa had the same type of toys in his bag that I do, I would understand why Mrs. Claus never leaves the North Pole.”

  “Eww,” she crowed. “We’re not standing here talking about Santa and Mrs. Claus getting it on to feel sexy, are we?”

  I burst out laughing. “Yeah, you’re right. Not sexy. Instead...” I removed her coat. Even with the heaters, there was still a chill up here.

  She shivered.

  I drew her over so she stood directly under one of the heaters right by the railing where it was much toastier. “Better?”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” I turned her so she faced the railing and then slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. “Because things are about to get even hotter.” I leaned in, pressing my fully-clothed body against the bare skin of her back.

  She hissed in a surprised breath and then moaned.

  “Look out into the forest,” I whispered in her ear. “Do you see anyone? Anyone could be standing out there, watching you.” I shifted the dress so it fell to her feet with a swish of silk. “Step out of it,” I instructed, using the voice that said I meant business.

  Her breathing sped up, but she obeyed. I leaned over, picked up the dress, and draped it over a chair nearby. And then I stayed there for a moment, just looking my fill. “Hold onto the rail. Don’t let go. Keep looking out into the forest. Don’t turn around, no matter what.”

  With her dress gone, I got the full backside view of her lingerie. The lace ran along her curves, highlighting them in the absolute best way. The matching bra and panty set were the same blue that her skirt had been. If she turned around, I’d be able to see her pebbled, pink nipples, her newly waxed mound through the sheer, thin material. Her pale skin looked translucent in the low light. Her panties cut low enough that I could see that sexy star tattoo. Sometime tonight, I planned to trace every line of it with my tongue.

  Suddenly, I wasn’t sure which one of us I was torturing more. I stepped over to her and pressed my hard cock against that delectable ass, so she’d know just how much she turned me on just by standing there. I traced my finger under the strap of her bra, high on her shoulder. “Did you buy this just for me?”

  She nodded. “Do you like it?” Her voice was husky, aroused.

  “I do. I think you should buy more just like it in every color they offer.” I leaned over her shoulder so I could see down the front. This view. I could see everything—the peak of her nipple, the shadow of her pussy—through the lace, and it still felt like a tease. I swallowed against my dry throat. Her heels put her taller than normal, but I still towered over her tiny, petite form.

  “It shows off your pebbled nipples perfectly.” I pinched one of those tiny buds, and a moan escaped her mouth. I glanced at her face.

  Her eyes had closed.

  “Nuh-uh, Juliet. Keep those pretty blues open. I want anyone out there, watching, to see just how turned on you are by my hands touching you. They can all see what a sexy, dirty girl you are.”

  I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. With a single nudge, it fell down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the chilled night air. I let her stand like that for a full thirty seconds before I cupped her breasts with my palms. Her heartbeat pounded erratically under my left hand, a testimony to how much this worked for her.

  “Are you warm enough?”

  “Yeah.” She swallowed. “I’m pretty sure I’m melting.”

  “Maybe you need something to help anchor you.” I kissed my way down her spine and reached for the bag I’d set on the ground behind us. “Just remember to keep your eyes forward.”

  Metal clanked as I pulled the contraption from the bag. I’d had to experiment with it several times before I felt confident enough to even think about using it on her. I snapped one of the metal rings around her ankle. She stiffened but didn’t say anything. I glanced up at her face. Her color was high, her pupils wide, her irises almost non-existent, and she licked her lips as she panted.

  I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. “I bought this yesterday and used it on myself to make sure it would be okay for you,” I said to soothe her. I didn’t want her to panic too much about the unknown. “It’s a different sensation. I imagine it would be more fun if someone else were applying it.”

  “Does that mean that sometime I can be in charge and use the toys on you?” Her voice had a challenge in it, but she didn’t look away from where I’d told her to focus.

  My cock pulsed, and a drop of pre-cum dampened the fabric of my underwear. “Yeah, I think we could do that. Remember, if at any time it gets to be too much, tell me. We can stop.”

  Her soft skin under my palm was warm and smooth. I continued to run it up the insides of her trembling thighs. I wanted to delve toward her underwear, but not yet. This was a test in restraint for both of us.

  The lightweight chain clanked as I gently tugged it up and wrapped another piece around her waist, attaching it with a snap that echoed in the night. Her breathing seemed to speed up even more.

  I ran my hand down her arms and shackled one of her wrists with my fingers, imagining how the metal cuffs would look there in contrast to her pale, porcelain skin. “Are you going to be okay with cuffs tonight? They have a quick release on them, so you’ll be able to get free at any moment.”

  Her eyes flicked to me before refocusing out into the forest. She licked her lips. “Yeah.”

  I snapped the cuffs around her, threading the tiny chain through the railing, anchoring her to it, and then guided her fingers so she could find the release buttons on them.
“Just remember, you aren’t completely trapped.”

  There was one more element to the cuffs, but I waited on that. Instead, I reached into my bag and pulled out a red silk gag. I stepped to her side so she could see it before I wrapped it around her mouth. “We don’t want any of those people out there watching you to be able to hear your cries.”

  Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say a thing as I wrapped the scarf around her mouth and tied it at the back of her head. Then I took the long tails and tied them to the chain wrapped around her waist. The whole contraption was made so that the slightest move of a hand, foot, or head would pull all the other pieces in a seductive tug of her most sensitive parts.

  I pressed my chest and aching erection into her side. “Look at me.”

  Her nostrils flared as she met my gaze, her eyes consumed by lust and desire. I tugged on the main chain and pulled up the last two tiny chains. “I’m going to make love to you while this is all attached. You will feel every move, every surge, every minute sway of our two bodies together, because all of that is attached to these.” I held up the tiny clamps in front of her wide eyes.

  They flared with excitement. That’s exactly the reaction I’d been hoping for. She knew what they were.

  I dipped my head down and took the first nipple into my mouth. Even her skin tasted like cinnamon and vanilla. Her nipple was already hard and beaded, but I rolled my tongue around her several times before I removed my mouth and attached the clamp.

  Her moan was high and audible even with the gag. It echoed over the trees. The second clamp went on the same way. Then she was ready.

  I was way past ready. I wanted to sink into her so bad the need was like a living, breathing entity. But I owed her the full experience of the erotic fantasy. I couldn’t disappoint her. Pulling at the chain with one hand so it tugged her nipples lightly, I ripped her panties off at the same moment with the other hand.

  She gasped.

  “Now you’re completely exposed to the world and to me, and you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

  Her body swayed, and her low moan hit me straight in the groin. I couldn’t wait to sink into her, but first, we had to play. She needed to come at least one more time before I buried myself into her luscious body.

  Chapter 32

  Melissa

  Every nerve in my body rocketed into overdrive. My skin was warm from the heaters, yet the cold, metal chains soaked up the night air and sent chills racing over my skin. I shivered and even that delicate movement tugged at the chains and pulled at my sensitive nipples. The clamps hurt, and yet taking them off was the last thing I wanted.

  Bloody hell, I was naked on the balcony in Anthony’s backyard where anyone out for a late night walk in the woods could glance up and see me in nothing but chains and stilettos. I imagined someone out there right now, watching... Another shiver ran down my back, and a wave of delicious pain pierced my nipples.

  “You’ve been a dirty girl, Melissa,” Anthony growled behind me, so close that his unique scent filled my nose, like fresh snow and melting candles. He ran a single finger from my nape all the way down my spine to the top of my ass. “A very dirty girl.”

  He stepped away from me, and I turned my head to watch him over my shoulder. He pulled something out of his bag of tricks and turned back to me, hiding whatever it was behind his back.

  “Face the forest, Melissa.” His voice was a deep command that allowed for zero hesitation. “I need you focused and watching for voyeurs. So many men would kill for the chance to stand out there and watch you take your punishment.”

  Soft leather drifted across my bare ass, and my muscles clenched at the touch. I squeezed the rail tighter and held my breath in anticipation.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Anthony asked from directly behind me. “Of course you do. You’re a dirty girl, and dirty girls know they need to be punished.”

  Supple leather smacked against my ass, and my spine straightened, pulling the chains and tugging at my nipples. I moaned through the gag so loud it echoed off the trees and called back to me.

  A strong, warm hand rubbed the tender skin of my ass and then grabbed hard. “I’m gonna spank this bottom until it’s cherry red, and you’re going to like every second of it. Won’t you, my dirty girl.”

  I nodded so hard it felt like my head might have rolled right off my neck.

  Another whip of the leather stung across my bare cheeks, and the muscles of my core throbbed in response. Anthony had barely touched me, and I was already soaking wet. The smell of my own arousal mixed into the night air and sent my head reeling.

  Who was this girl, putting on a sex show for anyone who might be out in the woods? With the lights on the balcony, the tree line was nothing but a black sheet. And we were up there, lit up like a Christmas tree. A spotlight of depravity in the night. And I loved every minute of it.

  Could I keep this forever? Was it possible that an arrangement that started as a favor could turn into something more? My brain didn’t have time to think about it as another stinging slap hit my hot backside. My back arched and my knees almost gave out as the pain and pleasure took over. I pushed my legs together to fight the desire to touch myself. I was so close; it wouldn’t take much.

  “You took your punishment so well, Melissa.” Anthony used both of his hands to run soft oil over my ass.

  His finger dipped low toward my hot sex but stopped just short of giving me the touch I needed to finish the job. He withdrew his hands and pushed his pulsing erection up against me, the brush of his dress slacks abrading my sensitive skin. He still had his clothes on, and somehow, that made all of this even hotter.

  “I think you deserve a reward.”

  Anthony stepped back, and I dipped my head down toward my hands. I gulped in huge breaths of night air around my gag and tried to steady my breathing. My pulse pounded in my nipples, and every inch of my body screamed for Anthony’s touch.

  “Mmmmm,” Anthony purred behind me. “That’s a good position. Now spread your legs and bend over more so I can see that beautiful pussy you waxed just for me.”

  I had done it for him. Alex had insisted I would love it, but the real motivation behind a full Brazilian wax had been Anthony. He had seen my deepest, darkest secrets, and I wanted him to see all of me.

  Anthony hissed in a breath as I arched my back. I could only imagine how I looked now, swollen and dripping with arousal.

  “Heaven help me, Melissa. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Anthony ran a light fingertip up the inside of my thigh.

  My muscles clenched, and I moaned again, my eyes closed tight while I silently begged him to touch me where I needed it the most.

  “You’re perfect.” His hand pulled away, and a soft buzzing filled the air.

  My eyes shot open. No. It couldn’t be.

  “I was in your room today, doing some more research for this evening, when I found something interesting.” Cold metal vibrated against my ass. “Do you know what I found?”

  I nodded, tugging the chains. A sharp gasp ripped from my throat. Prince Harry, my tiny silver bullet vibrator that served as my only sweet relief for years. The walls of my pussy clenched at the thought of it being wielded by Anthony.

  “You are a dirty girl.” Anthony placed one hand on the railing next to mine and reached the other around my waist. He dipped lower until the vibrator just barely touched the bare lips of my sex. “Do you want me to keep going?”

  I nodded. His erection pressed against me, and I cried out as he inserted the cold metal between my pussy lips. He tapped his fingers across my clit.

  My hips wriggled with the building pleasure in my core, radiating out to my belly. I groaned against the gag and shut my eyes again. Anthony rolled the vibrator around my swollen bud and then nestled it hard against it while turning up the power.

  I almost never took Prince Harry over half power. The higher levels pushed me beyond control, and I was never comfortable going there.
But Anthony didn’t know that, and this time, he was the one in control. He ratcheted the power higher, and the orgasm was instantaneous.

  Waves of pleasure followed by pain flowing through the tips of my nipples coursed through my body as the orgasm took over, but Anthony held tight, pushing the vibrator against me until the orgasm ran its course and the next one built up.

  When my legs stopped twitching, Anthony finally pulled Prince Harry away. “Do you think anyone saw that?” he whispered in my ear.

  My head shot up to stare at the dark trees. Nothing but blackness stared back at me.

  Anthony stepped back, and I heard him rustling in his bag. I didn’t know what he was pulling out, but I was certain I couldn’t take much more. I needed to feel him inside me, filling me up. In the quiet of the balcony, the crinkling foil of a condom wrapper sounded, and I almost cried.

  This was what I wanted. Him. All of him.

  I gasped as realization flowed over me.

  That need wasn’t just about tonight. I wanted him now, and tomorrow, and every day after that. For as long as I could keep him. Oh god, I’d fallen in love with Anthony Millett.

  Anthony stepped back behind me, and this time when he pushed up against me, his hard cock pressed against my entrance. He still had on his pants and shirt, the fabric rubbing across my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene as if I were watching us from the trees. My muscles clenched again, and I spread my legs wider, ready to take him into me.

  “You are amazing,” Anthony said as he ran a hand up my back. “Smart, fearless, and sexy as hell. And that’s why I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it.” His hands reached the back of my head and untied the gag. “When you come, I want to hear you scream out my name.”

  Without warning, Anthony’s cocked surged into me, and it was all I could do not to yell out right then and there. Just as my body adapted to him inside me, he reached around to my clit and fired up Prince Harry. I pushed my ass back against him, and the chains pulled everywhere. Nerves fired up and down my body, and my brain couldn’t figure out where to focus first.