Playing With Pleasure (13 page)

She shivered, knowing the threat wasn’t an idle one. She had no doubts that he’d follow through on the wicked promise if she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, give him what he asked for.

“I’m waiting,” he said, not so patiently, as his gaze lowered back to her chest.

Her heart beat in a wild, crazy rhythm, but beyond that hesitation, she recognized the longing to please him, to be the kind of woman who could satisfy his darker, forbidden needs, whatever they may be. Indulging his orders, she realized, was directly related to her own pleasure.

Before she lost her nerve, she closed her eyes and twisted her nipples between her fingers, gradually compressing them tighter and tighter, until the burning, tingling sensation built into a sharp, piercing pain that shot electrical pulses of heat straight between her legs and made her clit throb for relief. She cried out at the shock of it, her back arching as she continued to tug on her stiff, distended nipples.

“That’s fucking perfect.”

She heard Sawyer’s gruff voice and was aware of him finally moving over her, positioning his hips between her spread thighs and aligning the hard ridge of his shaft where she desperately needed him. He pulled her hands away, forcing her to release her nipples, which he immediately replaced with the deep suction of his hot, wet mouth and the flick of his tongue taunting each of the bruised peaks. He gave both of her breasts equal attention, alternating between soothing licks and the scrape of his teeth across her sore and tender nipples.

She moaned softly. It was heaven and hell at once, pushing and pulling her body’s response in two different directions…pain battling it out with pleasure.

She writhed beneath him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she rocked against his burgeoning erection, uncaring of how wanton she might look. He rolled his hips, meeting her thrusts with a slow grind of his own. It didn’t matter that her panties and his jeans separated their flesh, he pushed and pumped against her pussy as if his cock were buried deep inside her.

He bit down on her nipple, and that unexpected zap of pain detonated the last of her restraint. The unrelenting tension gathering inside her burst, spreading like wildfire. He sucked her nipple harder, deeper, and with one last insistent stroke of his denim-clad shaft against her clit, she flew apart. She bucked her hips against his as her orgasm shook her entire body and ripped a cry of pleasure from her throat.

She panted as she tried to recover and closed her eyes to gather her equilibrium, fully expecting Sawyer to find his own release, too.

Instead, he swore fiercely, shoved away from her, and sat up on the couch, leaving her confused and uncertain.

“Sawyer?”

The hesitancy in her voice killed him. Jamming his hands through his hair, Sawyer let his head drop against the back of the couch and squeezed his eyes closed to calm his raging lust. “Give me a sec,” he rasped, not turning to face her. His cock was so hard, and he wasn’t ready to take her, which meant he needed a minute. Or more.

The rustling sound of Paige sitting up on the couch beside him pulled Sawyer back to the present moment and slapped him with the reminder that he’d moved off her so abruptly, and without an explanation. He opened his eyes and glanced over at her and immediately realized he’d fucked up big-time.

She’d pulled her bra and blouse back up to cover her breasts but hadn’t buttoned the front of the dress yet. Her hair was disheveled from his hands, and she was biting anxiously on her kiss-swollen bottom lip as she gazed at him with a reserved look in her eyes.

Oh, yeah, he’d totally fucked this up.

He needed to find a way to reassure her. “Paige—”

“No need to explain. I’m not sure what’s going on, but you’re obviously done with me,” she said as she finished fastening the front of her dress. “And if you’re finished, then so am I.”

Her chin lifted a fraction, and she surprised him by confronting him head on. He saw the hurt in her eyes, but he admired her show of confidence. Real or forced, she felt comfortable enough to hold her own with him. And that fucking turned him on and made his dick ache even more. The old Paige would have apologized or asked what she’d done wrong, but he
really
liked this bolder, more assertive woman she was starting to become.

“There’s every need to explain.” He grasped her wrist, holding her in place. Only when she met his gaze and gave him her willing attention did he loosen his grip. “Watching you come was so damned amazing, and I want nothing more than to tear off your panties and sink balls deep into you.” Pushing off of Paige’s soft, willing body was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, especially when he’d been so damn close to coming himself.

Her eyes dilated at his words. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because tonight isn’t about sex.” It was about loosening her inhibitions and stripping away the last of her reservations toward him. To prepare Paige for what he ultimately wanted and needed with her because that would require her ultimate trust.

“You could have fooled me,” she replied, her tone wry.

He managed a laugh. “Yeah, well, what I want with you,
from you
…you’re not ready for. Not yet.”

But tonight was a good start. She might have responded hesitantly to his provocative requests at first, but once she’d gotten past her modesty and embraced her sensuality, it had been obvious to him that she liked pleasing him. She’d liked his dirty talk and even enjoyed tweaking her nipples while he watched. It had excited and aroused her just as much as it had him. And he
loved
knowing that bold and brazen part of her existed.

He couldn’t wait to show her more, to be the one who introduced her to darker, more forbidden pleasures—and his ropes. Yeah, especially that.

Her lips pursed, and her shoulders stiffened, and she was clearly not satisfied with his answer. “How do you know whether I’m ready or not?”

He stared into those flashing green eyes and decided it was time to lay it all out there in terms she could understand, and tell her why he needed to wait until he was absolutely certain she was prepared for what he’d demand of her.

“I
know
because the next time I fuck you, there will be no holding back on
anything
. I want you stripped naked and bared to me. No hiding behind modesty or inhibitions. No dim lights or distracting lingerie to cover up your body,” he said of all the tricks she’d used in the past. “I’m going to use my ropes on you, and not just restraining your wrists. You will be bound for my pleasure, and you will willingly do as I ask or be punished for denying me. And for that, I’ll need your complete trust, because you
will
surrender everything to me once you tell me you’re ready to take that next step.”

Lips parted, her eyes huge, she sat there in stunned silence.

He smirked. “Yeah, your eyes are as round as a deer caught in the headlights. You aren’t ready. Not yet.” But at least she now knew what to expect, and it was up to her to decide if she wanted to experience that intense level of intimacy with him.

He put his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes again, needing a few more seconds before he could get off the couch without feeling like his cock was going to snap in half. “Give me a few more minutes, then I’ll take you home.”

He heard her stand up and figured she needed a moment to herself as well, until he felt her settling between his spread legs. His eyes flew back open, his gut burning at the sight of Paige on her knees directly in front of him, her smoky gaze luring him in. She licked her lower lip as she skimmed her flattened palms up his thighs, then pressed her hand to his still-rock-hard shaft. She rubbed him through the denim material, the desire etching her expression letting him know that she might not be ready to indulge in his erotic games just yet, but she definitely wanted to return the sexual favor and get him off.

She released the first two buttons on his jeans, and he caught her wrists before she could go any further. “Paige,” he rasped, even as his balls tightened in anticipation of what she was offering. “This isn’t necessary.” And he didn’t want her to feel obligated.

“What if I want to?” She leaned into the vee of his thighs, her lush breasts nestling against his denim-clad erection as she pressed her warm, damp lips to his throat. “I want to taste you again. It’s been so long,” she murmured, placing slow, leisurely kisses down his chest. “Please let me do this for you.”

Jesus Christ
. She was going to fucking kill him before the night was through. Did she not realize how frayed his control already was? That he was barely holding on to the thin threads of his self-discipline and she was sorely testing his restraint?

She grazed her teeth across his rigid nipple in the same manner he’d done to her earlier, and his entire body jolted at the nip of pain that arrowed straight down to his groin. Nope, she had no clue that she was playing with fire, and he intended to enlighten her before she went any further.

He released her wrists and fisted his hand in her silky hair. He pulled her head back until her face was tipped up to his and nearly groaned at the eager look in her eyes. He wasn’t so sure she was going to be so daring once he laid out a warning for her.

“I’m not in the frame of mind for a slow, seductive tease, Paige,” he cautioned in a gruff voice. “I’m in the mood for something rough and filthy. If you’re sure you really want this, I can guarantee the second your lips slide down my cock, I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and deep and come against the back of your throat. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head and nearly slayed him when she agreed to his terms.

“Yes, I understand,” she whispered, her eyes glazed with lust. She dipped her head again, her mouth following the long, lean line bisecting the muscles of his belly. “Do you know what I call these?” she asked as her tongue traced those taut, masculine grooves on either side of his abdomen, all the way down to where they disappeared beneath the low-slung waistband of his jeans.

“Tell me,” he said, indulging her.

Her fingers went back to the buttons on his fly, pulling the rest of them open as she lifted her gaze up to his face again, a bit of mischief dancing in her eyes. “I call them twin paths to ecstasy, because they lead to
this
incredible treasure,” she said as she released his engorged cock and heavy sacs from the restriction of his briefs.

He almost laughed at her sexy definition and compliment of his manhood, but the way she stared so reverently at his thick erection robbed him of air, as did the way she gripped him in a firm fist and stroked, which caused a drop of pre-cum to seep out of the slit.

He groaned, waiting for her mouth to join in so he could make good on his promise to defile it, but instead, she licked the entire length of him, the tip of her tongue dragging oh-so-fucking-slowly over the pulsing vein running along the underside of his cock, all the way up to his sensitive, swollen head. His toes literally curled into the carpet when she licked away the slick moisture gathered there, and an
mmmm
of satisfaction purred in the back of her throat as she savored the taste of him on her tongue.

His body shuddered, and his hips instinctively pushed up toward her mouth for more. She merely smiled up at him, her eyes dreamy, dilated, and too damned pleased that she was able to torment him.

“I said
no teasing
,” he growled ominously. Filtering his fingers through the tangle of her curls, he anchored his hand around the nape of her neck to better control her movements. “Suck my cock, all of it,
now
.”

Her lips closed around his shaft like hot velvet—soft, wet, and inviting. His hand gripped her hair, gradually easing her head down and feeding her every inch of his dick until her lush mouth was full of him. He tugged her lips back up, gritting his teeth as she added a soft, suctioning pull on his flesh that escalated his impending orgasm.

“
Deeper
,” he ordered and met that downward slide of her lips with an upward thrust of his hips, lodging the head of his cock against the tight, working muscles of her throat. She coughed and moaned in surprise but didn’t try to pull back. The incredibly erotic sound vibrated along the length of his dick, and an undeniable need spiked through his system—the wild, primitive urge to fuck her mouth until he came as fast and furious as his body demanded.

Since he’d given her ample warning, he didn’t hold back, and it only took a few hard, deep, pumping strokes, and the tight, constricting clasp of her throat surrounding the head of his cock, to set him off. He hissed out a breath, the muscles in his stomach and thighs tensing as heat blasted through his veins, making his shaft pulse against her tongue and his orgasm erupt in a searing release.

She took all of him. So perfect and giving, so brazen and willing, she was made for his pleasure. She was made for
him
. Now he just had to make her believe it, too.

P
aige walked into
her apartment the following Thursday night and headed straight into the bathroom for a long, hot shower, utterly exhausted from her extra-long days and evenings at work. She stripped off her clothes, clipped up her hair, then stepped into the glass cubicle and stood under the spray. The water pounded at her shoulders and back as she closed her eyes and tried to relax and de-stress.