Fair Game (17 page)

He turned his head, eyes glittering. “Oh please, Officer, don’t hurt me.”

“Shut up and take it, big boy.”

She slipped along the crease of his ass, and probed lightly. His nostrils flared.

“Spread ’em wider,” she whispered.

His gaze focused on her, he did exactly as she instructed. Fascinated by the flicker in his eyes, she slipped her finger deeper. She’d never done this to a man. In a way, it was a violation, yet she knew some men loved the feeling, the pressure against the center of their sex. She just hadn’t figured he’d like it, and the fact that he did, that it actually made him a little wild, was infinitely more powerful. This was submission, and yet it was more. Pure heat, pure sex, pure pleasure. Only a truly sexual being would allow this, like this, want this.

Kyle was all that and more.

His fingers tightened on the railing. “Shit. Fuck.”

She knew she’d found the spot. She washed him, cleaned him with soapy fingers, and drove him bonkers. Grasping his cock with her other hand, she found him magnificently hard, his balls tight. He shuddered in her grip.

“That’s enough for you,” she whispered.

Withdrawing, she washed her hands, then soaped herself as he watched over his shoulder. He didn’t say a word, but in the black light, his eyes blazed a hot, glowing blue.

“You’re mine,” she said, rinsing off, “to do with as I wish. You don’t have a say in it at all.” She tipped her head. “I shouldn’t have promised I’d let you climax.”

“Bitch,” he murmured.

In a way, it was the highest of compliments. She had him in the palm of her hand. She knew just what to do to him. She’d have him begging, on his knees, metaphorically tied up, wound up, crazy.

“Get in the hot tub,” she ordered.

He turned, brushed against her, his body hot despite the lukewarm water. “Enjoy this,” he told her, “because you will pay more than you can imagine.”

Josie almost shuddered herself as images fluttered through her mind. She was diabolical. Kyle, she feared, could be infinitely worse. Yet she laughed. “You’re going to beg me to do this to you again and again. I’ll always be the one in control.”

Stepping away, he stroked a finger down between her breasts. “You’ll be dying to give up control to me.”

He took the stairs gracefully, padded the two steps to the edge of the tub, then climbed down, his lower half disappearing below the water. Stretching his arms out along the rim, he leaned back and, with merely a look, dared her to take him.

She wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

 

 

JOSIE had that deer-in-the-headlights look as she climbed into the tub and sank down across from him.

Kyle splashed a little water at her. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?” Her tone came across slightly belligerent.

He’d bested her even as she’d stroked inside him. Expecting him to balk, she didn’t quite know how to handle the fact that he found ass play by a woman equally as pleasurable as fucking, though he hadn’t indulged in it frequently. Marianne had never wanted to play that way. Here, now, with Josie, his cock was damn near purple under the water, and his balls ached with need. He forced himself to ratchet down, and the heat of the tub was helping.

“The ring?” He let the question lay between them.

He recognized the moment she came to her senses, her eyes widening, lips pursed. “Shit.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot it.” He clucked his tongue, shook his head, chiding her. “And here I was so looking forward to it.” The truth was, a cock ring was exquisite torture. It made him feel like his head was about to explode, but he couldn’t come. When it was released . . . holy hell, look out.

“You know, this is
my
challenge.” She gave him a pout. “So stop ordering me around.”

“I’m not ordering. Simply asking.” He raised both hands. “No harm in that, is there?” He also loved a woman’s touch as she put it on him.

“You’re too hard for it anyway. The package says you have to put it on . . . before.”

He reached over, yanked on her arm, and pulled her close. “I have a will of iron, and it’s gone down a bit.” He wrapped her fingers around his cock. “See?”

She blinked, opened her mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?” He adored teasing her. She was so easy to tease, yet so feisty. In a second, she would start giving him hell again.

“You’re still too big.”

He was a man, he liked hearing that. “It will get even bigger with a cock ring.” Gazes locked, he reeled her in, settling her on his lap, his cock between her legs, her hand still on him.

“Stop directing the action.” She squeezed him gently.

“I’m just helping.” If she wasn’t careful, he’d fuck her right in the water.

Slowly unwrapping her fingers one by one, she let him go. “I don’t need help.”

Leaning in, he took her tight, beaded nipple in his mouth and licked, punctuating with a little bite. She sucked in a breath.

“You like that kind of help.” Then he tunneled a hand into her hair and pulled her down to capture her mouth with his. “I’m willing to do whatever you want.” He licked her bottom lip. “I’ll play your clit like a maestro. I’ll lay you back and lick you till you scream.” Her mouth opened beneath his, and he showed her exactly how good his tongue could be. “I’ll bend you over the side of the tub and drive deep inside you.” He made love to her mouth, sliding a hand between her legs at the same time, testing her, finding her pussy slippery with juice. “Whatever you want,” he finished, backing off, letting his words, his kiss, his touch work their magic.

Her breath puffed from her lips, her eyes dilated. He snugged her closer, his cock almost touching her pussy. She shimmied away, then shoved off with one hand on his thigh and floated through the water to the other side of the tub.

“I’ve got your number, buddy. And I’m not falling for your games.” She tapped her chest. “
My
show this time.” Then she raised a brow. “After all, I paid for the hot tub.”

“I would have paid for it.”

She rolled over, floated to the steps, and climbed out. “It’s getting way too hot in here.” Padding down to the lower level, she retrieved her canvas bag from the hook, rummaging in it as she returned to the wood decking by the tub. “Ah, here it is.” She held up the prize.

A circular leather strap with snaps, two smaller strips of leather, also with snap closings, attached on the bottom side.

He laughed. “What the hell is that?”

She tipped her head, sniffed primly, and shot him a most offended glare. “It’s a cock-and-ball harness, which”—she batted her eyelashes—“the saleslady assured me is much more effective than a cock ring.” She smiled wickedly. “See, you put the big strap around the base of your cock and these”—she indicated the shorter pieces of leather—“you wrap around your balls individually.” Josie tipped her head, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Sort of like a bra that lifts and separates, as that old commercial said.”

“You expect me to wear that? It sounds like a torture device.”

“You
will
wear it.”

Kyle stared at the thing, then raised his gaze to hers. “Are you putting it on me?”

Her smile grew slowly, until she became a female version of the devil incarnate. “Oh yeah. I can’t wait to truss
you
up.”

Payback’s a bitch. “All right.” He rose, water running off his body. “I hope you got extra large.”

She laughed. “Extra small will work just fine.”

The woman knew how to cut a man down to size, so to speak. He stood on the lowest step of the tub while she sat on the seat.

Grasping his cock, she lifted her face. “Ready?”

“Maybe you should suck it first.”

She flexed her fingers around him. “No. It’s got to fit before you get really hard.” She winked. “And we know what my excellent cock sucking will do to you.” Folding the band of leather around his base, she snapped it in place. “Okay?”

He had room to grow, for sure.

“Okay, now for the hard part.” She cupped his balls, then rolled and snapped closed first one leather strap, then the second, effectively pocketing each nut.

“Shit.”

“Is that a good shit or a bad shit?” She stroked each ball in turn, then licked the crown of his cock.

“Most definitely a good shit.” She touched him; he hardened. He felt the familiar build in his balls, the surge in his cock. The leather bindings put him on edge, like getting a jerk off from a female bodybuilder with a relentless grip. Head back, eyes closed, he savored the sensations.

“Perfect,” she purred to his cock. “I think you’re ready.”

“For what?” He had an inkling.

“Step out.” Grabbing a towel, she dried him, starting at his chest, working her way down, fluffing his cock, then squatting to dry his legs. Finally, she toweled herself off. “On the mattress.”

Steam rose from the water, leaving the room humid and warm. He lay flat on the thin bed, cock rising straight up.

“Oh no, not on your back, buddy. Hands and knees.”

He chuckled. “You’re really putting the screws on, aren’t you?” But he rolled to his hands and knees, his cock brushing the sheet, and when he looked up, he was reflected in the mirror on the back of the door. The railing separating the two levels looked like bars over his face.

She rummaged in that canvas bag of hers once more. And came out with a monstrous double-headed dildo.

“Jesus,” he swore.

She grinned. “Think you can take it, big boy?”

“I’m not so sure.”

She crawled toward him, and even in the mirror’s reflection, he detected an unholy glitter in her eye. “Ever had anyone do this to you before?”

Should he lie, let her believe he’d never allowed such a thing? Say yes, but let her think he’d hated it? Or tell her the truth, yes, he’d done it, and hell yes, it was fucking good.

“You’re my first.”

She bit her lip. Smiled. He’d said just the right thing.

“You are so going to be at my mercy.”

He relished her utter concentration in lubing up the toy. “You ever done this to a man?”

Right behind him, she eased a finger down the crease of his ass, oiling him there as well. “No.”

“You’ll be very careful, won’t you?”

She leaned down to nip one cheek of his butt. “I’ll be gentle.”

The cock ring tightened around him as she tested the fit of his ass with the lightest of probes. Christ. He held his breath, flexed his hands supporting him on the mattress.

“Is it okay, baby?” she purred in his ear.

“Yeah.” More. He needed more. Easing back, he let her know he could take it, wanted it.

In the mirror, she held his hip, leaned over, concentrating. Such a fucking incredible sight as her litany of words washed over him. “It’s okay, baby, you can do it, you’ll love it, I promise.”

She no longer punished him or challenged him. She simply took him. He closed his eyes, groaned. She crooned as if she thought she’d hurt him.

His cock swelled, but the ring kept him in check. He rocked, helping her fill him, forcing her to give him more.

Finally, inevitably, she looked up, met his gaze. “That’s so good, baby,” she whispered as she fucked him. Without the ring, he would have come, whether she touched him or not.

“Christ. Give it to me.” He arched and pushed back.

She was right behind him, her head rising above his in the reflection. Then she reached around and stroked his cock in her fist at the same time. He thought he’d die. He needed to come, but couldn’t.

“You want this, baby, don’t you? You love it.” She urged him higher, her voice taking him to the edge.

“Fucking amazing.” He could manage only those words, nothing more.

Then he reared back on his haunches, taking the dildo deep, and she was right behind him. He could feel her fist against his ass, holding the toy, keeping it steady for him. Bending slightly to the side, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulled on her hair and dragged her face up for his kiss. He devoured her mouth as she consumed him with the dildo. She rocked her hips against his ass, shoving harder, deeper, faster, until finally she was pounding him, fucking him.

He’d never had anything like it with another woman. Her taste on his lips, the reflection in the mirror, her hand and body an extension of the dildo deep inside him, as if they were one, her, him, the cock between them.

Then she reached around, yanked on the leather ring, sending the snaps flying, releasing him in a mind-altering rush, and he came harder than ever before in his life, until all that existed was the gut-deep explosion, and her voice, her touch, her body wrapped around him.

 

 

 

JOSIE lay cradled in his arms without quite knowing how she got there. His body was sticky with sweat, warm, salty, and he smelled deliciously of come.

In a sort of haze, she remembered him taking care of the dildo, then crawling back to where she lay curled in a ball.

She’d fucked him. That was the only word for it. He’d kissed her, and she’d gone wild. Bracing herself on one hand, she pumped her hips against his ass, the dildo trapped in her fist between them, her body driving it home.

She’d never tasted such power with a man before. She didn’t believe it could be duplicated. He’d shouted through his climax, and she’d felt . . . full. She hadn’t gotten off herself, yet she’d been closer to him than to anyone ever in her life.

She shuddered with the immensity of it. For one moment, she had been a part of him. She’d watched it in the mirror as the power washed over her, inside her.

No man had ever given her such a gift.

When she bought the dildo, she couldn’t have imagined it would be like this.

“Want to get in the tub?” he whispered in her hair.