Mr. Right-Now

by Paige Tyler

  “Is this what you wanted, my cock buried deep inside you like this?” he asked, his voice deep and husky in her ear.

  She closed her eyes and let out a sound that was half sigh, half moan. “God, yes!”

  He kissed the side of her neck again. “Ride me.”

  Kate did as he told her, moving up and down on his shaft with a slow, steady rhythm that pushed him deep into her pussy each time.

  Dawson gripped her hips, controlling her pace when she started to move faster. “Nice and slow, just like that.”

  Kate didn’t know if it was the position or not, but every time she came down on him, his cock came into contact with her G-spot, sending little ripples of pleasure through her. Knowing the sensation would be even more intense if she came down on him harder, she began to move faster. Each time she did, her tender ass cheeks smacked against his hard thighs, making it feel like she was getting spanked all over again, which only doubled her pleasure.

  Suddenly remembering Dawson had wanted her to ride him slowly, she was half afraid he might rein her in like he had before, but instead of trying to control her pace, he went with it, thrusting his hips up to meet her every time she came down on him.

  Kate clutched his thighs with her hands and leaned forward, bouncing up and down on him wildly as he pumped his cock into her. Each thrust pushed her a little closer to orgasm and when she finally toppled over the edge into ecstasy, she let out one long continuous scream of pleasure that seemed to echo around the room.

  Behind her, Dawson tightened his hold on her hips and pulled her back hard against him, letting out a low, hoarse groan as he found his own release.

  Afterward, Dawson wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

  She smiled and wrapped her arms around his as he hugged her close. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”

  As she leaned back into him, Kate realized she wasn’t just talking about the sex, either, though that was certainly off the charts. She’d never felt so comfortable so quickly or clicked so completely with a man in her life. While part of her thought that was wonderful, another part wondered why it was happening with a guy she’d already decided she was only going to hook up with for the weekend.

  Chapter Three

  Kate and Dawson spent the rest of the day in bed, which was something she’d never done with any of the other men she dated. She just never had the desire to laze around in bed after having sex with any of them. Then again, the sex had never been as good with them, either.

  Not that she and Dawson had sex the whole time, of course. They also spent a good portion of the day simply lying in each other’s arms talking about everyday ordinary stuff like family and work and what they both liked to do in their free time. Like her, Dawson was a Seattle native, but whereas she was an only child, he had an older brother to get into trouble with, and she laughed as he told her one funny story after another about the mischief the two of them had gotten into growing up. While she didn’t think tales of her own childhood were nearly as amusing, she still managed to entertain him with stories about all the things she and her friends had done. All the while they were laughing, Kate had to swear him to secrecy. She didn’t want the other women to know she’d broken the sacred girl-code by revealing all the embarrassing stuff they’d done. If she’d stopped to think about it, Kate might have censored what she said a little bit more, but Dawson was so easy to talk to that she found herself sharing things with him she’d never told another guy.

  In fact, she and Dawson talked so much while they were lying there in bed that Kate didn’t think they could possibly come up with anything more to talk about over dinner. When they went out to the balcony later that night after room service came, however, she discovered she was wrong. As the conversation continued to flow without any of those uncomfortable silences, she realized how much she and Dawson had in common. They liked the same kind of movies, they listened to the same music, they even liked to hang out at a lot of the same clubs in Seattle.

  Without even meaning to, she found herself mentally running through her checklist as they ate and putting a check mark beside each thing she came to. She was more than halfway through the list when she abruptly remembered she wasn’t supposed to be sizing up Dawson as a potential husband. This thing with him was a weekend fling and at the end of it, they would go their separate ways. They had both agreed to it. That was getting more and more difficult to remember, though, especially when he was shaping up to be the most perfect guy she’d ever met.

  Kate took a sip of wine, eyeing him over the rim of the glass as he casually leaned back in his chair. Even if she wanted to explore their relationship further, she couldn’t. She was the one who had made the rules about this being a no-strings-attached affair. Heck, she’d practically spelled it out in big, block letters for him. She couldn’t simply change her mind in the middle of things, no matter how much she might want to. Dawson would think she was a complete nutcase. She was just going to have to settle for enjoying their little fling while it lasted.

  Afraid Dawson would notice she’d suddenly zoned out, Kate forced herself to stop being introspective and focus on what he was saying. He was talking about the latest summer blockbuster, which he’d recently seen and liked.

  Kate groaned at the name. So much for liking the same movies. “Oh God, I hated that movie.”

  Dawson looked at her incredulously. “You’re kidding. It’s one of the best action movies of all time.”

  She laughed. “I should have known you’d like all that stuff blowing up.”

  He chuckled. “I’m a guy. It’s in my DNA.”

  She shook her head. Men. As long as a movie had special effects and things exploding, they didn’t need something as unimportant as a storyline getting in the way.

  Taking another sip of wine, she leaned back in her chair. He did the same, stretching his legs out in front of him. Even though he was wearing pajama bottoms, she could still see the outline of his muscles. God, he had great legs. Unable to help herself, she slowly ran her bare foot up his leg, following the muscular curve of his calf underneath the material. As she did so, the complimentary hotel robe she had on parted slightly to reveal even more of her leg and she felt heat pool between her thighs as his predatory gaze slowly ran up and down her silky skin.

  “Maybe we should go inside and finish our wine in front of the fireplace,” he suggested.

  Her lips curved. “You must have read my mind.”

  Picking up his glass, Dawson got to his feet and opened the sliding glass door for her. Kate stepped inside and walked across the room to sink down on the faux bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. Since it was a gas-burning one, all Dawson had to do was turn it on before joining her on the floor. He set his glass down, then leaned close to gently kiss her on the mouth.

  Kate closed her eyes and parted her lips, her tongue meeting his halfway and tangling with it eagerly. He tasted like the wine they’d had with dinner, but was more potent and intoxicating than any drink could ever be, and she willingly surrendered to him, tilting her head back so that he could plunder her mouth more completely.

  She ran her hands up his bare chest and over his shoulders, sighing in appreciation as the muscles flexed and bunched beneath her fingers. She absently wondered how many times a week he had to work out to look like he did. At least twice, maybe more, she surmised, letting out a little moan as she pictured his gorgeous body all slick with sweat after a hard workout.

  But then all thought fled her mind as Dawson reached down to untie the sash on her robe. When it fell open, he pushed it off her shoulders and cupped her naked breast, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and giving it a firm little squeeze. Kate gasped as he dragged his mouth away from hers to kiss his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck.

  She arched her back, offering her breasts to him. But instead of moving his mouth lower, he lifted his head to gaze down at her. His eyes were molten gol
d in the firelight and she caught her breath at the heat she saw in their depths. She’d never had a man look at her with such desire before. She was so mesmerized she didn’t even realize he’d moved his hands until she felt him slide the belt of her robe from the loops.

  She stared at it in confusion. “What are you doing?”

  He didn’t answer, but instead put her hands together and wrapped the sash around her wrists.

  Kate’s eyes went wide as realization dawned on her. “Oh,” she murmured, watching in fascination as he looped the belt around her wrists again, then expertly tied a knot. That answered the question as to whether he was a boy scout or not. Then again, maybe not. She was pretty sure they didn’t teach Bondage 101 in the boy scouts. She stifled a little giggle at the thought.

  Dawson lifted his head and gazed into her eyes for a moment before swooping down to cover her mouth with his again. This time, he wrapped his arm around her and urged her back onto the fur rug. When she was completely lying down, he took her bound wrists and gently placed them above her head, then leaned close and put his mouth to her ear.

  “I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful body and while I do, you’re going to keep your hands right where they are,” he said softly. “Is that understood?”

  She shivered at the command in his deep voice. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He pressed his lips to the hollow behind her ear. “Good. Because if you don’t, then I’ll stop what I’m doing, even if I’m in the middle of licking your sweet pussy. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

  Kate moaned in reply, instinctively squeezing her thighs together and squirming beneath him. She’d never let a guy tie her up and have his way with her before, but the idea of playing the submissive and Dawson being completely and totally in charge turned her on like crazy.

  Shifting above her, Dawson began to slowly trail a path of warm kisses down the curve of her arm. While she was careful to keep her arms where they were, Kate couldn’t help but wiggle against her bonds a little, just to see how secure they were. Although they weren’t tight, they weren’t loose enough for her to free her hands, either. That realization got her even more hot and bothered and she found herself almost wishing Dawson would forego his exploration of her body and just go straight for her pussy instead. As he paused to lick and nibble on the inside of her elbow, however, she had to admit that getting him there was going to be half the fun.

  She giggled as his lips brushed the inside of her arm, unable to help herself.

  He lifted his head to look at her. “Does that tickle?”

  “A little,” she admitted.

  “Really? Makes me wonder where else you’re ticklish.”

  Giving her a wolfish grin, he lowered his head to continue kissing his way down her arm. Kate turned her head to the side, hoping he would stop to nibble her neck a little. He did, much to her delight.

  Kate sighed and tilted her head back as he placed a series of light, little kisses along the curve her jaw. She parted her lips in anticipation, but instead of covering her mouth with his, Dawson teased her lips with featherlight kisses that made her tingle all over. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, wanting to grab a handful of hair and pull him down for a real kiss, but afraid if she disobeyed his command and moved, he would make good on his words and stop what he was doing altogether. She definitely didn’t want that.

  So she forced herself to be good and stay where she was. Which really wasn’t all that difficult because despite her desire to grab him and kiss him, she rather liked his teasing. But she could only be patient for so long.

  “Kiss me,” she begged as he lightly traced her lips with his again. “Please.”

  He chuckled, capturing her lips and ravishing her mouth thoroughly and completely.

  As she kissed him back, Kate once again had to fight the urge to hold him there. But she knew the penalty if she did, and so she lay there obediently when Dawson dragged his mouth away from hers a few moments later to slowly kiss his way down her neck so he could focus his attention on her breasts.

  Cupping them gently in his hands, he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then bent his head to close his mouth over the other. Kate gasped as he suckled on the pebbled tip. Her nipples were always sensitive, but there was something about being tied up that made the sensation seem more intense and arousing. Maybe it was the feeling that Dawson could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be powerless to stop him. That was an illusion, of course. She knew Dawson would never do anything she didn’t want him to do. It was just part of the fantasy, and she definitely got off on it.

  Dawson swirled his tongue round and round her nipple with a kind of methodical slowness that left Kate panting for breath. Although she thought she might actually go insane from such exquisite torture, that didn’t stop her from opening her mouth to protest when he lifted his head. Realizing it was only so he could do the same to the other nipple, she let out a little sigh of contentment instead. God, he had a talented mouth.

  When Dawson released that nipple several long, delicious moments later, she thought he might go back and treat the first one to a repeat performance, but he slowly kissed his way down her stomach. Any complaint she might have had disappeared as soon as she figured out where he was heading. As much as she adored having her breasts touched, she loved having her pussy licked even more.

  Rather than head straight there, though, Dawson stopped on the way to make teasing little circles around her bellybutton with his tongue before dipping it inside the little indentation. Kate caught her breath at the sensation. She’d never had a guy pay any attention to that part of her anatomy before and she was surprised at how sexy it was. In fact, she liked it so much she almost protested when he stopped and moved lower. Between her legs, her pussy tingled in anticipation and she quickly forgot about her bellybutton.

  Instead of licking her pussy right away like she thought he would, however, he kissed his way down her leg. Damn, he was good at this teasing stuff. His hair tickled her skin, making her shiver, and she wiggled a little on the fur rug as much from that as from frustration. While what he was doing was extremely pleasurable, it was also complete torture, and she had to stifle a moan.

  When Dawson got to her feet, he leaned back on his heels and gazed down at her. “You look sexy as hell, do you know that?”

  Although she knew it was silly to feel shy at the words, especially after all the sex they’d had, Kate felt herself blush anyway. Maybe it was the blatant desire in his eyes that made her face suffuse with color. Or maybe it was the fact that she was submissively lying there with her hands bound, completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The image of what she must look like naked on the fur rug in front of the fireplace suddenly made her tremble.

  But while being naked and on display for Dawson was a total turn-on, Kate was impatient for him to hurry up and go down on her. She was about to tell him as much when he bent and slowly began kissing his way up her other leg. She stifled a groaned. He was determined to tease her until she went completely mad, wasn’t he? By the time he reached her inner thigh, she was sure she was going to scream in frustration if he didn’t put his mouth where she so urgently needed it.

  “Stop teasing me and lick my pussy,” she demanded.

  Dawson lifted his head to look at her, his eyes teasing. “You do like to be in charge, don’t you? Maybe I should remember to gag you the next time I tie you up.”

  Kate flushed, torn between the way her pulse was racing at the idea of being not only bound for his pleasure but gagged as well, and the notion he was already planning on tying her up again.

  Bending his head, Dawson pressed one more gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, then cupped her ass in his hands and ran his tongue up the slick folds of her pussy. Kate moaned and strained at the fabric holding her captive. The urge to grab his head and put his tongue exactly where she wanted it was almost too much to take. And yet knowing she couldn’t made what he was doing even that much better
.

  Dawson must have sensed her need because a moment later she felt his tongue on her clit. He flicked the sensitive nub with quick, light caresses before making lazy, little circles round and around it.

  “God, you taste so good,” he rasped, swiping her pussy with his tongue before focusing his attention on her clit again.

  Kate arched against him with a moan, balling her hands into fists above her head. “Oh yeah, just like that,” she breathed. “Don’t stop!”

  He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and began to lick more deliberately, his tongue firm and insistent on her clit. The sensation was so intense that Kate wanted to scream, but her cries were trapped in her throat as she felt her orgasm beginning to build. He had teased her for so long that she was about to explode already. The sensation started right at her clit, then gradually spread through her entire body until she was trembling all over.

  She writhed beneath him, moving her head from side to side and struggling at the bonds that held her prisoner as she screamed in ecstasy as he continued to lap at her clit. Then all at once, the pleasure got to be too much and now more than before, she wanted her hands free so that she could pull Dawson’s mouth away. But held captive by his command not to move, she was powerless to do anything except ride out the waves of her climax as one orgasm after another coursed through her body.

  Dawson didn’t stop licking her until he had wrung every ounce of pleasure from her and when he was done, all Kate could do was lie there and try to catch her breath. She wasn’t sure he could top the cunnilingus he’d given her that morning, but the pussy licking he’d just given her had to be the best oral sex she’d ever had in her life. He may well have ruined her for any other man she was ever going to be with.