Dirty Ties (21 page)

I trailed my fingers over her lips, dipping between them with each pass to wet the tips. How many times had I jerked off to the memory of her mouth in the elevator, the warmth of her lips against my fingers beneath the helmet, and the stroke of her tongue on my cock as I held her in place by her braid?

A surge of need throbbed between my legs, tightening my balls. My pulse barreled through my veins as I shoved my hands in her hair and angled her face, closing the gap between us. Her quickening breaths brushed my lips, and naked desire glazed her eyes.

I slammed my mouth against hers, chasing her tongue with aggressive strokes and biting her lips with a ferocity that made my ears roar. Her body trembled against me, her hands clawing up my back and fisting my shirt.

She tasted clean and sweet, but felt so goddamned indecent. That only made me want her more. A delicious shiver raced up my spine, my cock stiffening at the wrong angle against the zipper.

Without releasing her lips, I untangled a hand from her hair, adjusted my hard-on, and reached beneath the front of her skirts. Following the strap of the garters, I traced the edge of her panties between her thigh and pussy. The push of my knees against the insides of hers widened her stance, opening her for my fingers.

The first caress between her legs intensified the achy throb between mine. I broke the kiss and dropped my head against the wall beside hers, my fingers sliding along the indentation of her lace-covered slit. “So damned wet.” A groan vibrated my chest. “Such a fucking turn-on.”

She ground against my hand, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me closer. She looked up at me with hazy, heavy-lidded eyes. “Please, Logan.”

My cock jerked, my self-control unraveling. I gripped the front of her panties and yanked hard. The strings at her hips ripped. I tossed the scrap to the floor and shoved my hand between her legs.

As my fingers brushed her clit piercing, I paused deliberately, as if I hadn’t expected it, and let her hear the catch in my breath. I wanted so badly to grip that ring and circle it around and around until she came, to finish what I’d started five nights ago. But I’d have to use a different technique, one she wouldn’t associate with Evader.

Capturing her parted lips with mine, I ate at her mouth while rolling the piercing up and down, pressing with teasing flicks. She moaned into the kiss, her hips bucking harder with each push and pull of the tiny steel ring.

“Is it sensitive?” I nipped her bottom lip.

She shook her head. “It heightens the sensations.”

I was still blown away
and insanely aroused
thinking about her hiding clit jewelry under her expensive, stuffy suits. “Did it hurt?”

“Ahhh, that feels good.” She half-laughed, half-groaned against my mouth. “It’s a hood piercing, not as painful. God—” Her inhale cut off as I gave the ring a hard tug. “It was so long ago I barely remember.”

I stretched my fingers, absorbing the wet, velvety feel of her pussy in my hand. “It’s incredibly hot,” I whispered at her ear. “Filthy.” I pushed two fingers deep inside her.

She arched her back, her arms tightening around my ribs. Then she rocked her hips, fucking my hand, head rolled back, lips glistening from my kiss, tits bouncing in the cincture of her dress. Wild. Dirty. Stunning.

I scissored my fingers inside her with each thrust, my knuckles slamming against her soaking flesh, my thumb massaging her clit. Her inner muscles convulsed a second before her body tensed.

The gasping, glorious moan of her release filled me with a surge of satisfaction. I intended to ruin her, for her husband, for any man who signed her vulgar NDA.

Removing my hand, I spun her away from the door and smacked a heavy palm on her ass. “On the bed.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a flushed yet startled look on her face. Well, shit. If she wasn’t thinking of Evader before, she was now.

Screw it. Lots of men spanked their lovers, and I wanted her ass a blistering shade of red. Let her explain the marks to her husband.

I slammed my hand against her other cheek, thrilling in her husky gasp. “Bend over the mattress. Face down. Feet on the floor. Legs spread.”

I was attempting to remove the intimacy, but as she threw back the bedspread and so easily obeyed my order, a chill licked up my spine. My lungs panted, and my cock ached in the confines of my jeans. I’d never been this hard in my life.

I stepped behind her and drank in the arches of her heart-shaped backside, the red skirts of her dress stopping just below her bare pussy. “Keep your eyes forward. Hands on the mattress beside your head.”

She did as told, her voice breathy with her own command. “Condom.”

Crouching behind her tight, curvy legs, I dragged my overnight bag across the carpet. Under the guise of digging for condoms, I removed the phone from my back pocket and opened the app that controlled the wireless cameras.

I’d set up the tiny eyes at every angle, hiding them in the headboard, the picture frame on the wall, the overhead light, and under the counter of the dresser behind me. Hi-tech proof.

Once the cameras started recording, I intended to keep her nudity as hidden as possible. Who knew what Trent would do with the footage? If her only crime was adultery…

I raked a hand through my hair. No way around it, this would be a humiliating, potentially-scandalous sex tape, but it didn’t have to be titillating. After I merged and edited the videos, removing all shots of my face, the final clip would show the breach of contract, nothing more.

All I had to do was hit the
on
button on the camera app.

All I had to do was ignore the guilt tugging on my attraction for her. I wanted to hate her for that, for seducing me so thoroughly.

“Logan?” Her ankles wobbled in the sky-high heels, her fists bunching in the bedding beside her head.

My jaw clenched painfully as I moved my thumb and powered on the cameras.
Don’t think about it. Just enjoy her.

I dropped the phone on the bag, grabbed the box of rubbers, and tossed them on the bed in front of her face. Then I knelt behind her. Shifting closer, close enough for her to feel my breaths on the back of her thighs, I examined her delectable legs from her feet to her ass.

Sheer black stockings stretched over her skin, ending above her knees and held up by the garters that peeked from beneath the hem of her dress. If I lifted that hem, I’d find her swollen flesh saturated with her arousal. Her bent position and wide stance would also give me a glimpse of her anus, one of the many holes I intended to lose myself in for endless hours tonight.

The impatient burn between my legs ignited with a swelling burst of lust. I gripped her hips and slid my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting it, then slowly brushed my mouth along the inside of her knee, over the top of the stocking, and up her inner thigh.

The skirt gathered on my forehead as I licked from her piercing to the pucker of her ass, dipping deep along her slit with each swipe and lapping up her sharply sweet flavor.

The muscles in her legs flexed and quivered as her ass rocked against my face. I felt her need in every aching organ in my body and gave it back with a frantic tongue, a scrape of teeth, and the ruthless thrust of my hand.

Christ, I couldn’t have kept my fingers out of her if I tried. She was so damned tight, so silky and warm. If I could’ve formed a coherent sentence, I would’ve told her so.

Instead, I used my lips to show my appreciation, licking and sucking, swirling my tongue around the clenched rim of her ass as my fingers drove harder, deeper inside her cunt.

The stubble on my face was sloppy wet, every inch of my hand drenched with her juices. I fucking loved it. So much so, it was easy to forget there was a man waiting for her at home.

Keeping her face forward and her hands on the bed like I’d ordered, she screamed as I fingered her through her second orgasm. As the convulsions along her inner walls relaxed, she grew quiet. In fact, she seemed to draw into herself. Her arms wrapped around her torso, hidden beneath her body. She pressed her face into the mattress, and I wasn’t sure she was breathing until a muffled sob reached my ears.

My stomach sank. What the fuck?

I climbed up her trembling backside, straddling her waist, and pulled her arms out from beneath her. “Kaci?”

She turned her head, blue eyes wide and glistening, her cheeks glowing from her release. The most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

“God, that was…” She rubbed a hand over her face, swiping at unshed tears. “Ugh, how embarrassing.”

I pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Don’t be embarrassed. Was it too much?”

“No.” A smile quivered at the corner of her swollen lips. “It’s just…” She closed her eyes and released a breath. “It’s been a long time, Logan.”

Something shifted inside of me, a tingly, restless sensation, floating through my limbs and lightening my body. “A long time…?”

“Since a man went down on me.” Her eyes snapped open, locking on mine. “Years.” Shaking her head, she laughed, but there was no humor in it.

So Collin Anderson didn’t eat out his wife. Okay, not a reason to cheat on him, but seriously? What a putz. I was tempted to ask when she’d had sex last, but just because he didn’t go down on her didn’t mean he wasn’t jerking off inside her three times a day.

A helpless burn tried to invade my chest. I refused to think about her with him, didn’t want to crush the floaty feeling that had settled through me moments earlier. I’d given her something she needed, and while I shouldn’t give a flying fuck, I couldn’t stop myself from caring with the entirety of my being.

“Not gonna lie.” I leaned in and pressed my lips against her soft neck. “I’m pretty damned happy I was the guy to break that dry spell.”

A lustful sigh pushed past her lips. “Me, too.”

Did she really feel that way? Did she feel connected to me at all, a guy she just met? Maybe I didn’t want to know, didn’t want to think about the part of me that sensed something deeper, something I desperately wanted reciprocated.

I ran the pads of my fingers across her lips, making her breath quicken. Then I leaned back, sitting upright with my knees on either side of her ribs. Struggling to pace my own breathing, I reached beneath her skirt and pushed a finger inside of her, careful to keep the material in the way of the cameras.

Her arousal coated my hand, her body still ready, wanton, so damned sexy. Thank God because the ache in my dick had raised my body temperature to unstable, my need to fuck her simmering beneath my skin.

I tried my best to not attack her like an animal as I bent over her head, grabbed a condom, and put my mouth at her ear. “Eyes forward. Don’t move.”

“So bossy.” She smiled and turned her head to stare at the wall across from the bed.

A moment later, I had my painfully-hard cock wrapped in latex and positioned at her opening. With my hands curled around her tiny waist and my Chucks planted on the floor beside her heels, I pulled her hips against mine and slammed her onto my shaft.

My eyes rolled back into my head, my breath caught, and my muscles shook with the need to move. Hot, snug, liquid heaven. But in that euphoric second, buried deep inside Collin’s wife, I knew it was wrong.

My father was an adulterer. God knew how many lives he’d ruined. Would this ruin Collin? Should it? What excuse had she given him tonight? How would she explain where she’d been? Why the fuck was she cheating on him?

My vision clouded, and my pulse raced. An edgy twitch crawled through my body, magnified by the clamp of her muscles around my cock. Seething heat coiled around my neck. I wanted to use her, punish her, make her swallow my anger.

I drove my hips, dug my fingers into her waist, and pounded into her with all my strength. She cried out, her hands scrambling over the bed. I gripped her harder, pinning her, and fucked her without mercy, without restraint, without technique. Pull out, slam in, out, in. No gentle caresses. No finesse. It was crude, angry, thoughtless.

I fucked her with the kind of hard-hitting savagery I’d longed to unleash on a woman but never dared. I fucked her until her voice strained from her screams and her body tensed in pain, and right before I reached the edge of orgasm, I pulled out.

I couldn’t come.
I wouldn’t
. Not like this.

With shaking fingers, I straightened her skirt and sat on the edge of the bed beside her hip. My muscles burned with exertion, my breaths rushed out in short bursts, and my head spun as I came to terms with what I’d just done.

“Logan.” A demanding whisper, despite the rawness that scratched through it.

Guilt filled my stomach with lead, but the thing was, it was inconsequential. Because the moment I met her eyes over my shoulder and glimpsed the glassy look of pure wonderment on her face, I realized
she
had just fucked
me
.

She wasn’t shrinking in fear or whimpering like a virgin. Her smile told me I’d just fulfilled a very naughty fantasy, one that featured a volatile asshole with the gall to claim her, shove her face into the mattress, and bang her with a furious temper. The lazy roll of her hips said she could take what I had to give all goddamned night, that she wanted my brand of piss and fire, wanted to be wrecked over and over by my pent-up anger.

Shocked to the base of my nuts and painfully turned on, I looked away and squeezed my dick, attempting to slow the raging pump of blood that throbbed through the length. I’d shown her the violence and furor inside me, let her see it in all its bitter glory. Hell, I’d slammed it into the back of her cunt. And she’d taken it, thrown it back at me, with her ass in the air, a smile on her lips, her hypnotic eyes begging for more.

She was a dangerous distraction, exactly what I didn’t want. Yet she was everything I never knew I was searching for.

I was so fucked.

I bent down, as if unlacing my Chucks, and grabbed the phone from the bag, holding it on the floor where she couldn’t see it.

She nudged my thigh with her hip, her breathy rasp tumbling over my shoulder. “I don’t know what that was or why you didn’t come, but you’re not finished.”