Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (11 page)

He hadn't quite finished
loosening the laces all the way when she took a step away. As she
turned to face him, he saw that she was trembling, her face
flushed, and her eyes burning hot. Her hands shook as she reached
up and tugged at the front of the corset.

It fell away and the air in
his lungs all but exploded out of him.

Oh, hell, she was gorgeous.
Big, full breasts, her nipples dark and rosy. Her waist dipped in
before flaring out into full, round hips, still outlined by the
jeans she wore. His hands itched, his mouth all but watered, and
his cock was a burning, heavy ache.

Shoving upright, he reached
out and hooked a hand in the front of her jeans, hauling her
against him. She opened her mouth, but whatever she might have
said, the words were muffled as he caught her mouth with
his.

She was warmth. She was
softness. She was strength.

Rocki twined her arms around
his neck and rose up on her toes, meeting him touch for touch, kiss
for kiss. Spinning them around, he tore at the button of her jeans,
fumbling until he managed to get them open. He should find some
finesse, some tenderness—a seduction, this should be a seduction,
slow and gentle and sweet, he knew it.

Tearing his mouth away, he
panted as he stared down at her. "Not a date, right?"

"No." Her breathing was
almost as ragged as his, and her eyes—those dark, mysterious eyes
so full of heat and hunger—gleamed as she smiled at him. "Not a
date."

"If this were a date, then
I'd probably try to make this gentle and slow. Should I worry about
that right now?"

Rocki laid her hands on his
chest. Then she pressed a kiss to his chin. "Today is Friday." She
closed her eyes, struggling to slow her breathing. "Tomorrow is
Saturday. We should have our first date then. No sex. I don't do
sex on the first date. Sunday—you can pick me up Sunday and we'll
have our second date. You can do gentle and slow and seduce the
hell out of me on Sunday. Right now...I just need you."

Her eyes opened and she
stared at him. "I just need you," she said again.

He was shaking, he thought.
Shaking, terrified. This was happening too fast, because he needed
her, too. "Sunday, then. And Saturday."

But first...now. He nudged
her back onto the bed, easing her down until she lay on her back
and he could strip her jeans and panties away—and her boots. He
hadn't even gotten around to getting her damn boots off.

They fell to the floor with
a thud and he finished fighting with the tangle of denim and lace,
tossing it to the floor. When he straightened over her, his breath
caught once more as he stared at her. She had on black stockings
that went up just over her knee and stopped. Laying a hand on her
calf, he stroked upward until he reached the top band. Rubbing his
thumb along it, he shifted his gaze upward and muttered, "You're a
damn witch, I think. "

"I went a little overboard
tonight, I'll admit. “Rocki chuckled. She lay a hand on her belly
and smiled at him. "You're overdressed, baby."

"Not for long." He dealt
with his own clothes, had them off in under a minute and then he
stretched out next to her, all but ready to whimper in pleasure at
the softness and warmth of her body. He covered her hip with his
hand, kneading the ripe curve of her ass.

She arched against him, a
move that had the weight of her breasts pressing against his chest.
Groaning, he shifted on the bed and lifted up, catching one breast
in his hand and flicking the nipple with his thumb, watching as it
beaded, puckered and swelled. "Damn it, you're gorgeous," he
rasped. He dipped his head and caught her swollen nipple in his
mouth, sucking it with light pressure and watching her from under
his lashes. She pressed against the back of his head as he
increased the pressure and saw the flush spreading across the
swells of her breasts, higher along her throat.

At the same time, he slid
his hand down, cupping her between her thighs. Rocki cried out,
spreading her legs and rocking against his hand.

There was no shyness, no
hesitancy. When he pushed a finger inside her slick, hot sex, she
was already wet.

Nothing quite replaced the
touch of a man's hands.

It was a fact Rocki had come
to accept over the years.

But she hadn't exactly been
prepared for the way she'd react to Cole's hands. As he pushed
first one finger inside her aching sex, and then a second, she
could already feel it building inside her—the driving, burning
hunger...the need to come.

Her breath lodged inside her
lungs. Pleas were caught inside. If she could have found the oxygen
to beg, she would have. Instead, she caught his head and forced his
mouth to hers, trying to tell him that way.

And he heard.

With a rough kiss, a twist
of his wrist, and the flick of his thumb over her clitoris, he sent
her flying—and although she still couldn't breathe, she didn't
care.

The bliss of it exploded
through her...wave after endless wave, and that was all that
mattered. Until he started touching her, and it started all over
again.

Dimly, she heard something
tear—the condom wrapper. Felt his weight on her. Opening her eyes,
she smiled up at him and curled her arms around his
neck.

Then he was kissing her
again...and she loved every second of it as he spread her thighs
wide, loved every second of it as she felt the broad head of his
cock nudging against the mouth of her pussy, loved it as he started
to push inside.

"So fucking tight," he
muttered against her mouth. "Damn it, Rocki, you're killing
me..."

She shuddered as he pushed
deeper, deeper. Then he withdrew and she gasped for air. As he
surged forward again, the air dwindled out of her lungs. Although
the pleasure was still there, there was a whisper of pain as well.
She gripped his arms, her nails biting into his skin. It had been a
long time—a very long time-

He pulled out. She opened
her mouth, trying to think, to get her brain and mouth to
cooperate. But before she could manage that, he drove in. A harsh,
high scream escaped her as he buried himself completely inside
her.

The pain and pleasure
mingled, becoming one. In stunned shock, she stared up at
him.

The sound of her scream
managed to penetrate the fog of lust, the burn of need. Shaking his
head to clear it, Cole braced his arms by her head and stared at
Rocki.

Tears glittered in her
eyes.

Fuck-

Oh, fuck. He'd hurt
her.

"Rocki..."

She gripped his arms. "I..."
She licked her lips. "Just give me a minute," she whispered
hoarsely. "It's been a long time. Give me..."

"Fuck." He knew it had been
a while—and he'd slammed into her like a fucking freight train.
"I'm sorry. I'll stop...I'll..."

"No." She brought up her
legs, using her knees to squeeze his hips. "You're not stopping.
Just give me a minute."

"Rocki..."

Her lips curved in a smile
as she curled one hand around his neck, tugging him close. "A
minute doesn't mean stop, baby." Kissing him softly, she rocked
against him and whispered, "And you're not listening to me. I don't
want you stopping. I want you moving. Move already."

Guilt was choking him. He'd
hurt her. Fuck, he'd never hurt a woman in his life, and he'd hurt
her. With a hand that shook, he brushed her hair back from her
face. "I'm sorry."Rocki closed her fingers around his wrist,
staring at him. "You'll be even sorrier if you don't move
already...I'm dying here." She wiggled under him and then—oh, shit,
she tightened her inner muscles, milking him.

Sweat trickled down his
spine and he shuddered. Sagging against her, he pressed his lips to
hers. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

Hell, he hoped not. Lifting
his head just a fraction, he stared into her eyes, watching her
face as he pulled out. That taunting, teasing smile of hers faded,
replaced by a moan when he surged back against her, slower this
time.

Gentle. And all the while,
he watched her.

He could do it forever, he
suspected. Forever might not even be long enough. He didn't even
care how insane it sounded, because this woman made him feel
complete.

Like a slick, wet, glove,
her sex wrapped around him. Like she'd been created from his
midnight fantasy, she responded to his every touch, his every move.
And when he felt it rising inside her, that building, burgeoning
tension, he lifted up onto his elbows, determined to watch her,
determined to see her face as she came.

It was still dark when Rocki
woke.

Her body ached—every damn
inch. It had her smiling, even as she stretched and winced.
Slipping out of the bed, she all but ran to the
bathroom.

There was nothing worse than
having to pee at the crack of dawn. Getting out of a nice, warm bed
to freeze your butt and everything else off?

Although she didn't mind so
much waking up a little early. Maybe even a lot early.

After she'd washed her
hands, she splashed water on her face, and since she hadn't exactly
planned on spending the night, she used her finger to brush her
teeth the best she could. It wasn't ideal, but then again, neither
was morning breath. If she'd had any inkling this would happen, she
would have tossed some of those little on-the-go toothbrush
thingies in her purse.

That done, she turned off
the light before she opened the door. If at all possible, Rocki
wanted him asleep when she joined him in the bed. There was nothing
like waking a man up in a particular way ...

The bed was warm, the sheets
smelling of them both. It was a scent she decided she liked. A lot.
As she snuggled in closer, a grin curved her lips when his arm came
around her, an automatic gesture that had her heart melting. She
peered at him in the darkness, straining to see his face. His eyes
were closed, breathing still soft and easy.

Catching her lip between her
teeth, she eased down under the blankets.

Dreaming-

Cole thought, for the
briefest second, maybe he was dreaming. He had one hand buried in
soft, thick hair, hair long enough to wrap around his wrist...and
he'd done that, too, using his grip to guide her head.

Thought for a second he was
dreaming, and damned if he wanted to wake up.

But then that wet, hot mouth
that had been wrapped around his aching dick let go. The blankets
shifted and through the dim light, he watched as Rocki lifted up
onto all fours, the light from the street painting her body with
silvery strokes.

"Hey." She smiled at him,
then went to lower her head back down.

He groaned at the sight of
her mouth wrapping around him. In an act of self-preservation, he
tore his gaze away, but what he found himself staring at wasn't any
safer. The mirror. The fucking mirror over his dresser. He could
see the graceful line of her back, her ripe ass in the mirror...and
just a bit lower, the darker, shadowy cleft of her pussy. His dick
jerked demandingly.

Swearing, he reached out
blindly with his free hand and grabbed at one of the few rubbers
left.

The other hand was still
fisted in her hair, and without thinking, he tugged her up. Her
breath caught. Slowly, she lifted and settled back on her heels,
staring at him. Her breathing hitched.

Awareness kicked in and he
tugged her hair harder, using it to arch her head back, baring her
neck. She whimpered. The sound of it was blissfully, beautifully
erotic. He wanted to explore more—something they hadn't done nearly
enough of.

But need was a scream inside
him.

Tearing the rubber open, he
unrolled it and then he moved, coming up behind Rocki. He nudged
her around, staring at her shadowed reflection.

Her mouth was open, shaky
erratic breaths falling from her lips. With a slow, careful touch,
he rested one hand on her shoulder, stroking it
downward.

Her eyes rested on his
hand.

Then he placed his other
hand on her hip.

Rocki fell back against him.
When he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, she whimpered. "I like
watching myself touch you," he muttered, staring at their
reflections. "You're so damned gorgeous."

Rocki panted, rocking her
hips against his hand.

"How do you like being
touched?"

She groaned. "I don't think
you need my help." She moved harder, faster against his touch,
riding it.

Wet—she was wet,
wild...amazing.

Still staring at her, he
tested the weight of her breast with his other hand. Warm, full and
soft—so damn soft. He squeezed her nipple. "What about here?" He
bent his neck, raking his teeth over her shoulder. "You want to be
touched here? How?"

"Cole..." she whimpered his
name.