Naughty & Nice

by J. S. Scott

  “How about ‘stop’?”

  Despite the fact that he was near insane with desire to be in her mouth, Brock chuckled. “We could keep it that easy, but from what I’ve read it’s more fun if you don’t use that word.”

  Kate looked confused, “More fun? Oh, okay. How about—I’m serious. Knock it off.”

  Brock smirked. “We’ll figure it out. For now, just shut up and fuck me with your mouth, Kate.”

  Kate teased his tip by circling it with her tongue. “I love it when you get impatient.”

  Brock let go of her hands and reached down, closing two fists around her hair. He was done talking. He guided her mouth onto him and shuddered with pleasure from the wet heat of it. Her tongue stroked his length as she took him deeper. She reached beneath him, cupping his balls, and alternated deep sucking with licks of her tongue. Her other hand slid down the back of the pants he still wore and gripped his ass.

  On her knees, she could have asked him for anything, and he wouldn’t have been able to deny her. Her submission gave her more control over him than any other woman had ever had, or ever would again. And he wouldn’t mind telling her that, if he were ever able to speak again.

  He was completely, irreversibly hers.

  As he felt the first twinge of an orgasm, he fought to hold out, but he’d waited so long he knew he couldn’t contain it. “I’m going to come,” he said, “and you will take it all in.” It was a command, but also a question.

  She nodded, and he closed his eyes and exploded down her throat. She continued sucking on him until he eased her head back. “Fuck, that was good.” She sat back on her heels, waiting for him with an almost uncertain expression on her face. He gave her his hand and helped her up.

  He hugged her to his chest and whispered in her ear, “Now you, Kate. Tell me what you want. And I’ll do it. Whatever it is.”

  “We can take turns?” she asked so innocently he remembered how little experience she actually had.

  He kissed her lips gently and said, “There are no rules, Kate, except the ones we make ourselves. Do you want a turn?”

  Her eyes widened with excitement. “You’ll really do anything?”

  He thought about it for a minute, then grinned. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? We all have limits, Kate. Let’s explore them together.”

  A wide smile spread across her face. “Then I want you to kiss me everywhere and make me come again and again until I say I can’t possibly come one more time. Then I want a good old-fashioned, up-against-the-wall fucking. How does that sound?”

  I think I’m in love.

  *****

  Kate shuddered with pleasure when Brock quickly undressed and easily lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his bare waist and felt the tip of his cock graze her sex. As she clung to him, her hands closed over his bulging biceps. He wasn’t the type to flaunt what he had, but what he had was oh, so good.

  As he kissed her neck, Kate ran her hands hungrily over him. She couldn’t get enough of him. His muscular shoulders, rock-hard chest, and rippled abs. She ran a hand down between them, loving how ragged his breathing became beneath her touch.

  His hands cupped her ass, poising her above his cock. He slowly lowered her down onto him, filling her, then withdrew and stroked her wet clit with his tip. “I want to lose myself in you right now, but I have a better idea.”

  He carried her to the kitchen and laid her down on the rectangular breakfast table. She felt exposed and excited when he stepped away, but he was back in a heartbeat with one of her large linen napkins. He folded it and used it to blindfold her. Then he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to give you just what you asked for, Kate. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you. Slowly. As much as we can both bear. Then, and only then, I’ll give you that wall fuck.”

  She reached for him, but he took both her hands in one of his and tied them together above her head with another napkin. She could have gotten loose if she wanted to. But who the hell wants to?

  The blindfold heightened her other senses, and she was intensely aware of each place his breath caressed. She felt him standing to one side of the table. His lips followed where his breath tickled, and Kate was soon writhing with anticipation. He took his time with her neck, her collarbone, then kissed his way down her arm. She wanted his mouth on her breast, but he only gave it a grazing lick before moving down her other arm. By the time he gave her stomach a light kiss, she was moaning audibly.

  “What do you want, Kate?” he asked. For just a second he reminded her of someone else, but when his lips settled around one of her nipples, all her thoughts were driven away. His tongue flicked and circled her. His teeth lightly nipped and tugged. When he rolled her other nipple between his thumb and fingers, Kate brought her hands up and around his neck.

  He raised his head and said, “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Oh, God, yes,” she rasped.

  His left hand ran down her stomach and closed over her sex. He squeezed it possessively. “You’re so beautiful, Kate, laid out like this for me to feast on. I don’t want to rush. Don’t touch me. Let me touch you. I want to watch you come for me again and again.”

  He leisurely stroked one finger back and forth between her lower lips. “You’re so wet already. So eager to have me inside you. But not yet. Not yet.”

  He slid one finger inside her, then a second. As his mouth returned to suckle and tease her nipple, his left hand pumped in and out of her. His right hand kneaded her other breast, then alternated with his mouth until she was drowning beneath the overwhelming sensations flooding through her.

  As his fingers worked in and out of her, he caressed her clit with his thumb. He thrust his fingers deeper and deeper until he found the spot that made her gasp. Fire shot through her body, and she whimpered with pleasure. He began to increase his speed, connecting each of his thrusts with her most sensitive spot until she was weeping with pleasure and coming in an explosion of heat.

  And still he didn’t stop. He kissed his way down her stomach as he walked to the end of the table to stand between her legs. She heard him draw up a chair to sit. He pulled her toward him, draping her legs over his shoulders and lifting her ass off the table with his hands.

  He lapped at her. “God, you taste divine.” He ran his tongue intimately from her ass to her clit and back, worshipping each section of her as he went. She felt him tugging her toward a second, even more powerful orgasm each time his tongue thrust inside her.

  He pulled back, spread her lower lips wider, and blew gently on her exposed clit. Then he suckled it with a force that had Kate gripping her legs around his neck as pleasure shook through her.

  This time when his fingers thrust into her, she came instantly, powerfully. She thrashed back and forth on the table, unable to reach him as she soared once again beneath his touch.

  She was slowly coming down from her second orgasm when she heard a condom wrapper tear open. She quivered with anticipation.

  He took her still-tied hands and pulled her to a seated position, then lifted her once again so her legs wrapped around his waist. He took a few steps forward until she felt the cold, hard wall behind her. One of his hands held both of hers above her head while the other cupped her ass and held her easily against the wall.

  He plundered her mouth with his. The taste of her mixed with the taste of him, and Kate met him eagerly. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was all around her, filling her senses and driving her out of her mind with desire.

  Gentleness fell away as his need for her overtook him. He thrust upward, filling her completely. This was no tease. He fucked her mouth with his tongue while he drove deeper and deeper into her. Kate opened her mouth and her legs wider for him, welcoming his claiming. She looped her tied hands behind his head as he pounded even deeper into her. Faster and deeper until she was calling out his name, and he was swearing.

  She came again, expecting him to join her, but he didn’t. He untied her hands and lowered h
er to the floor. She could barely stand, swaying before him helplessly, wantonly his for wherever or however he wanted to take her.

  He turned her around so she faced the wall and lifted her again. Bending her legs, he held her under her knees while she steadied her hands against the wall. He entered her with one powerful thrust from behind. His breath was hot and ragged on her neck as he drove himself into her. This was a primal fucking like none she’d ever experienced. He took her with a power and command that had tears of pleasure running down her cheeks. Everything she’d thought she’d known about sex was blown away by the intensity of their mating.

  He came with one final thrust, and she would have collapsed at his feet if he hadn’t continued to hold her. He lowered her slowly to the floor, then removed her blindfold. She turned in his arms and met his eyes.

  He pulled her against his chest and softly kissed her upturned mouth. “Is that what you were looking for?”

  If she could have spoken then, she would have said yes. Instead, she just nodded and smiled.

  Holy fucking Christmas, that was good.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next morning, Kate woke in the heavenly warmth of Brock’s embrace. Nothing in her life—or her imagination—had prepared her for the amount of pleasure Brock had given her. She’d thought Mr. Elf had been exciting, but he paled into obscurity beside the reality of being with a man who wanted to please her even more than he wanted to be pleased by her.

  The idea that she could have everything she wanted in one man was almost too good to believe. There had to be a hitch. She ran her fingers absently over his lips.

  He caught her hand and kissed it. “Why are you awake?”

  “I’m just thinking about you.”

  “The nice me, or the me who gave you four orgasms last night?”

  “Both.” Kate kissed his chest. “Last night was amazing. It was like you knew exactly what I wanted.”

  He tensed beside her. “You were pretty clear with your requests.”

  Absently tracing her hand over his jaw, Kate couldn’t help feeling like there was something she was missing. “It didn’t feel like our first time. I don’t have a lot to compare it to, but is it always like that for you?”

  He put his hand on hers and brought it back to his mouth. “It never has been, and I can’t imagine it ever could be with anyone else.” He kissed each of her fingers gently, slowly.

  She smiled. “We’re good together.”

  “Kate, we’re fucking amazing together.”

  She hugged his chest and loved how his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. “What do we do now?”

  “Besides more of last night?”

  She slapped his chest playfully. “Yes, besides that.”

  “We need to move in together.”

  She pulled back in surprise. “Now? We haven’t even really dated.”

  “I don’t want to sleep without you by my side. I don’t care how much shit you have to bring to my place or I have to bring to your place to make that happen.”

  “You’re pushier than I thought.”

  “Only when it comes to getting what I want. And I want you, Kate.”

  Kate smiled and rested on his chest again. “I want you, too, Brock. And I don’t want to sleep without you by my side, either. I guess we’ll just have to figure everything else out as we go.”

  Brock tensed beneath her again. “I’m not a perfect man, Kate. I make mistakes. I’m sure there will come a time when I’ll do something to piss you off. But I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted to be with anyone. If I ever do disappoint you, promise me you’ll stick around so we can work it out.”

  Kate studied his expression. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” He kissed her deeply and, as passion stirred within Kate, she nearly forgot what she’d asked him.

  “Yes, I have plans for you today. I noticed you don’t have a Christmas tree. Let’s decorate your house, Kate. Let’s decorate mine. You and me. Naked and hanging festive shit everywhere. Let’s make this the best fucking Christmas either of us have ever had.”

  No longer dreading the coming holiday, Kate chuckled. “That’s how you want to spend our day?”

  He ran his hand down her back and laid it possessively on her bare ass. “Yes, because I know where you’ll be tonight. With me. You’re mine, Kate.”

  Kate met his eyes and slid a hand down to stroke his quickly hardening shaft. “Well, if you’re sure you don’t want to stay in . . .”

  He rolled over so he was on top of her and eased himself between her legs. He slipped his tip between her lower lips and rubbed it up and down her clit. “It probably doesn’t take that long to decorate. We can do it later.”

  “Can I go first today?”

  He leaned down and growled in her ear, “Whatever you want, Kate. However you want it.”

  In her head, Kate sent out a quick apology:

  Dear Santa,

  I would like to formally apologize for my previous letter. I will never doubt you again.

  Happily enjoying my early Christmas present,

  Untouchable Kate.

  THE END

  Be My Temptation (A hot holiday novella): Book Two: Temptation Series

  By Ruth Cardello

  What would you do if you discovered the man of your dreams was lying to you?

  Would you leave him or would you make him pay?

  When Kate Hale chose between two men, she picked the nice guy. He is every bit as wonderful in and out of the bedroom as she hoped he would be—until she discovers his secret. He’s the man she wants to grow old with, right after she gives him a taste of his own medicine.

  Brock Foster can’t believe how well everything has worked out. He won the heart of a woman he’s lusted after most of his life and is preparing to propose to her. When a game he thought had finished resurfaces and threatens to tear them apart, Brock must decide exactly how far he’ll go to be Kate’s Valentine.

  Chapter One

  “Would you like another?” the bartender asked even though Kate’s martini was still half full. His eyes lingered on her cleavage as he spoke. Kate ran one of her fingers down the edge of her plummeting neckline that revealed more than it covered. A small smile curled his lips.

  “I’m fine for now,” she said in a husky voice and was rewarded with a flash of teeth from the man who quite obviously wanted more than to refill her glass.

  “My name is Rob if you need anything,” the man said. Their eyes met and held, and the air was heavy with an attraction they both fought to deny. “Anything.”

  Kate raised her glass, parted her lips, and watched for Rob’s reaction. He stood there, mesmerized by her. For fun, Kate flicked the tip of her tongue across her bottom teeth. Rob’s nose flared slightly, and his hand clenched on the bar between them. “I’m meeting someone, Rob,” Kate said.

  Not deterred at all, Rob continued to hold her gaze. “Any man who makes you wait alone in a bar is an idiot. You’re too much of a temptation. Another man might swoop in and snatch you up.”

  Kate arched her neck and flipped one side of her long blond hair over her shoulder. She leaned forward and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “Shouldn’t you be serving the other customers?”

  “Yes,” he said, and a wide lusty smile spread across his face.

  Kate looked down at her martini, twirled it between her fingers, then said, “Something tells me you’re trouble.”

  Rob made her a fresh drink and pushed it in front of her. As he reached for her old one, he placed his fingers over hers, as if by accident. Their brief touch was electric. “Something tells me you like trouble.” He took her hand instead of her glass and held it up between them. “I don’t see a ring.”

  “I didn’t say I was married.”

  “Good,” Rob said, “I don’t sleep with married women.”

  Kate pulled her hand free from him. “I told you—I’m meeting someone here.”

  Rob leaned over th
e bar and growled softly in her ear. “You can pretend all you want, but we both know you need more than you’re getting from the douchebag you’re dating.”

  “And you think you have what I need?”

  “Oh, I know I do, sweetheart. My shift ends in five minutes, but if you’d like I can work all night long.”

  Kate arched an eyebrow and mocked, “Your pick-up lines are so corny they’re funny.”

  With both elbows on the bar between them, Rob said confidently, “You won’t be laughing later when you’re calling out my name and begging me for more.”

  Kate glanced over her shoulder, scanning the room as she did. She took out her phone and checked for messages. With heat in her cheeks, she looked back at Rob. “He sent me a text. Looks like he’s stuck at work for a few more hours.”

  Without another word, Rob removed his vest and threw it on the counter behind the bar. He was standing beside Kate a moment later with his coat already on. “Let’s get out of here.” He took hers off the back of her chair and held it up while she slid her arms into it. As if he had every right to, he buttoned the front of it and said, “You need this for now, but I’ll enjoy taking it off later.”

  They barely made it out the back door of the bar before they were in each other’s arms. While kissing her, Rob half-carried Kate to an unlit area behind the building. They stumbled together until her back was against the outside wall of the building. His tongue plunged deep, demanding and impatient. He pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist and with one rough tug, he ripped her lace panties from her.

  She gasped even as their kiss continued. There was pleasure and pain in his touch. This was not lovemaking. It was sex at its most primal. A man taking a woman. She was already wet and ready for him, eager for the thick cock that was straining against the crotch of his pants. She shivered with anticipation.

  “Are you cold, baby? I know how to warm you up.” He slid his fingers inside her slit, caressing her intimately. “You’re a naughty one, aren’t you? You’re so wet already. You like it rough like this, don’t you?”