MakeMeShiver (6 page)

One flick of his fingers and the cloth fell to her sides, revealing her breasts. They weren’t small but they weren’t large, barely C-cup. He brought the tip of his index finger to her nipple and skimmed around the surface, his touch so light it was torture. She bowed her back for more and he pulled away, his glacierlike eyes narrowing.

He clucked his tongue. “Impatient, are we?”

The bed shifted as he stood and walked to the shelf to the right. When he returned she saw something small and silver between his fingers. Before she could ask what the objects were the bed dipped, his head descended and he captured her taut and pebbled left nipple between his lips. He used his teeth and tongue, alternating quick nips with gentle taps. The suction and the differing sensations had her writhing on the bed, a gyrating mass of bliss.

Lifting his head, he quickly placed a tweezer clamp on the wet and sensitized skin and expertly adjusted the small screw on the outside. She experienced a mixture of pain and pleasure as the device tightened around her tender nipple, absolutely intense but equally arousing. She hissed at the sensation and strained against the cuffs until he found the pressure he wanted.

“Shh.” He licked her other nipple, skimming his tongue along the surface. “Relax. You’ll find the pleasure in them. You’ll see.”

Although the clamp wasn’t painful but intrusive, placing pressure on an area of her body that was prone to be extraordinarily responsive, she wasn’t certain she enjoyed the sensation. She steeled herself as his lips vanished and were replaced by another clamp. He adjusted the second as deftly as he had the first, ensuring the device was equally tight against her skin, but she didn’t have time to dwell on her nipple or the object clamped around it.

Not with Michael moving down the length of her body.

Grasping her panties, he slid them along her legs and eased them past her feet. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.” He placed a light hand on either knee, urging her to reveal herself. “I want to know what you taste like.”

His gaze was locked between her legs and she clammed up, unable to do as he asked. Even as the prospect excited her, it also created a level of self-consciousness and nervousness that had her second-guessing her decision to take things so far. Having her hair lasered when she lived in California had been purely for cosmetic purposes, as there was nothing worse than pubic hair peering out of a skimpy bikini. To complicate matters, the men she’d been involved with steered clear of that area all together. She’d once joked to Candice if she ever wanted someone to introduce her to the land down under, she’d have to plan a trip to Australia. Damn good thing she hadn’t contacted a travel agent. The man steadily parting her thighs had every intention of showing her what oral was all about.

With her pussy entirely bare and smooth, when Michael got the full-on view of her hairless, exposed sex he would be able to see
everything
.

“Lacey,” he growled. Raising his head, he met her anxious gaze. “Do I need to tie your legs as well?”

“No one has seen me there before,” she blurted, cheeks flaming. Could she possibly sound sillier or more inexperienced?

He seemed amused, grinning. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

She looked away, wishing the bed would rise up and swallow her to avoid the embarrassment of answering. “I’m telling you no one has ever looked at me there before.”

“That’s a shame,” the pressure against her knees forced her to part her legs slightly, allowing him to see between, “because I know you’re going to have a beautiful pussy.”

Oh dear God.

Up until then she’d never known it was possible to experience a sentence-induced hot flash. Leave it to Michael to teach her the flaw in her sexually deprived logic. She couldn’t believe what he’d said or how he’d said it, but it didn’t change the facts. This man didn’t sweeten his words to get to the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Instead he rode the colorful rays at his own pace, made the sky his bitch and took everything he wanted when he was good and ready.

His mouth and tongue created a wet trail up her left thigh, then her right. He placed his hands underneath, cradling her ass as he slid his shoulders between her knees. If she was trembling before, she was shaking now, unable to remain still even if she wanted to. His breath was hot against her electrified skin, his mouth hovering just over her sex.

“I was right. Beautiful. Good enough to eat.”

The first lick he bestowed was a hard flick against her clit. She gasped and tugged at the wrist restraints, watching in disbelief as he ran his tongue along his lips and met her wide-eyed stare. This wasn’t a man who avoided oral sex unless he was on the receiving end. There was no mad rush to pull out his cock, get himself ready and start the race that usually resulted in her coming last at the finish line. Oh no. The look on Michael’s face told her this was something he enjoyed—something he looked forward to.

Holy shit.

She felt his thumbs part her, revealing her completely.

“God, you smell incredible. And you taste so fucking good. Hot and sweet.”

He began teasing her with steady laps of his tongue, circling her labia before dipping between the folds—round and round, up and down. Different from the stimulation of her vibrator—wet, deliberate and sinful—she arched her back and pressed her head into the pillows, pushing her pussy against his mouth. He lifted the hood masking her clit and sucked the small pearl between his lips, flicking the bead with fast motions of his tongue. He alternated his attention, taking his time, exploring her with his mouth, waggling his head, causing her to pant uncontrollably as he brought her close to climax only to deny her release.

A finger slid along the opening of her pussy, taunting her as she whimpered for more, before slipping inside. He pumped into her with slow and steady strokes, added another finger and timed the glides of his tongue as he took the rounded bundle of nerves at the top of her sex back into his mouth. The first few passes were incredible, burning her up from the inside but when he corkscrewed his fingers and hit her G-spot she thought she might die from the intensity.

“
Michael
…” She sounded desperate but she didn’t care. Despite her previous orgasm, she wanted to experience another one, somehow knowing it would spin the world on its axis.

He released her clit, gave it one final lick and removed his fingers. “This time, we come together.”

The bed shifted as he rose and walked to the shelf. He opened a canister, reached inside and retrieved a condom. As he returned to the bed she noticed the large tent in his flannels. Her gaze remained glued to the visible outline of the head of his cock. Even though his sizeable erection was partially concealed, she knew he was thick and long. She imagined how it would feel to have him inside her, so deep she wouldn’t be able to tell where he ended and she began.

Then it hit her.

She didn’t have to imagine. She was
going
to have sex with Michael. She was tied to his bed, totally helpless to do anything, and he was about to have his way with her. Her ultimate wicked fantasy was actually about to happen.

He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants and pulled them down, revealing his fully erect cock. The skin along the shaft was a soft shade of pink, the plum-like head engorged, wide and perfect. He was far larger than the few men she’d been with, his proportions intimidating yet mouthwatering. The dark blond hair surrounding his testicles made her wish her hands were free so she could test their heavy weight and feel them resting in her palm.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked and she ripped her eyes away from the temptation between his legs to meet his intense stare. “I know this has happened quickly and I can’t pretend I didn’t take advantage of your presence in my playroom.”

A flicker of indecision crossed his face. It vanished, but not before she realized he continued to be affected by her rejection at Haddie’s. She never would have guessed it bothered him so much. Only now his reactions after the fact made perfect sense. No wonder he was so distant when they crossed paths at Shell’s Diner or bumped into each other at the gas station.

She didn’t look away. “I want this.” To sweeten the pot, she licked her lips and smiled. “I want you.”

He reached down and stroked his glistening length, starting at the root and working his way to the tip. She paused, unable to tear her eyes away.

“Do you like to watch, Lacey?” he asked hoarsely, stroking faster.

“I…” She attempted to formulate words. “I’ve never seen a man touch himself before.”

“Never?”

“No.” She exhaled the word, short of breath. Back and forth his hand stroked, his thumb rotating along the crown.

“I can’t wait to take you to the club. If you like to watch, you’ll be in heaven.”

He ripped the foil packet open without breaking eye contact, removed the thin latex and expertly sheathed himself. He didn’t climb over her body, he prowled, muscles contorting, shoulders flexing. As he moved between her legs, his blond hair cascaded around his shoulders and his eyes darkened into a breathtaking sapphire blue.

“You’re so gorgeous tied up to my bed with those rosy nipples clamped and your cunt glistening. I’ve dreamed about you like this, waiting to receive me. Spread-eagle, wet and ready.”

Fisting himself, he slid the broad head of his cock between her slick labia, coating the crown in her arousal. Then he placed the tip against the entrance and pressed forward. She curved her back and lifted her hips. Inch by inch he filled her, possessing her, spreading her vaginal walls in a lover’s whisper and pushing past resistance as he stretched her to capacity and brought their bodies together in the most intimate way possible.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tight.” Michael gritted his teeth. Grasping Lacey’s hips, he brought her upward so he could penetrate her fully.

If he didn’t know better, he would think it
was
her first time.

She whimpered and closed her eyes as her inner muscles contorted, squeezing him until he thought he might explode. It was torture to take her so carefully when all he wanted to do was to slam balls-deep and feel what it was like to be lodged completely inside her. She was perfect for him, so responsive and trusting, her face as expressive and open as he knew it would be.

Her hands formed into fists inside the cuffs and she wrapped her ankles around his hips as he drove steadily forward. Her cunt was perfect; snug, hot and slick with her juices. He could only imagine how tight she’d be with a plug in her ass, filling her to the limit, forcing her to feel every inch of his length as he pumped into her.

When he slid the rest of the way in the head of his cock bumped her cervix. She gasped, eyes flaring as her pussy clamped down on him and her legs tightened around his waist. There was a mixture of pain, pleasure and uncertainty in her gaze, as if she were trying to decide if she enjoyed or disliked the sensation.

Releasing her hips, he lowered his torso and placed his hands on either side of her. She welcomed him as he bent down to ravage her mouth, lips parting, tongue darting out to meet his halfway. He kissed her deeply, beginning an intricate and sensual dance of tongues. It had the desired effect. Slowly, she went soft beneath him.

He moved from her mouth to her chin, trailing kisses along the outline of her jaw to her throat. As he did he rotated his hips, ensuring the motion sent his pelvis forward to rub against her clit. She thrashed wildly and cried out when he moved to her breasts and teased her nipples with light swirls of his tongue. The swollen points were luscious berry-red from the clamps, so vivid against her pale skin. Her cunt spasmed, gripping him like a velvet fist when he gave each equal attention. From left to right he adored her breasts, making love to them as he fucked her slow and deep.

“Damn, you feel good,” he groaned, knowing he didn’t have long. He wanted her too badly to last and had thought of this moment too often to enjoy it as he should. He needed to come inside her, to claim her entirely, to know this moment was real and not some wet dream that had him waking up hard as hell and ready to burst.

Taking her hips in hand once again, he watched her face as he slowly withdrew. Christ, she was gorgeous. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were heavy lidded and her lips were swollen.

When he was nearly free of her pussy he began the journey back inside. He plunged into her, forcing a cry from her lips. The rotation of her hips, the wet gush that greeted his cock and her heels digging into his ass were all the invitation he needed. He repeated the motion, sliding out before thrusting back inside, starting a rhythm that was hard, steady and fast. Her breasts rocked, the small clamps puckering her nipples.

“Oh God.
Michael
.” She fucking purred his name, meeting his thrusts, rolling her hips in a motion that was sure to have him coming sooner rather than later.

“I want you to come with me. I want to feel your pussy clamping down on my cock, squeezing me tight.” Reaching between their bodies, he found her clit, pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and heard her breath catch. “That’s right. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

“Touch you,” she murmured, timing the rise of her pelvis to meet his thrusts. “Please.”

He unclasped the cuff from her left arm first, then her right. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her fingernails pierced his skin. She lifted her head, brushing her lips across the curve of his collarbone, holding on as she ground against him.