She's All Tied Up: Club 3, Book 2 (35 page)

“Slow down. Not yet, baby.”

With a supreme effort, Carlie held still as he drew her wetness up over the tight rosette farther up and then carefully inserted one finger into her ass. She was so aroused that even this stimulation made her whimper again.

“That’s right,” Jake said. “Here’s your reward for bein’ such a good girl.”

He moved closer to her, his thighs brushing hers, his cock slapping against her ass. Oh, thank God, he was going to do her now. But instead of thrusting his cock into her waiting pussy, Jake slipped his other hand around to cup her mons, his finger finding her clitoris.

Carlie gasped with joy.

“You gonna come for me?” he asked, his voice close as he bent over her.

"Yes, Jake." Yes, she was. She nodded, her hair swinging over her shoulders. Her world narrowed down and down, to his fingers circling her clit and thrusting naughtily in her ass, until they were all she felt, and both were so perfect she came, bucking into his hands, her pussy spasming wildly, pleasure imploding inside her. “
Jake
.”

He held her until she was done, and then pressed another kiss to her back. “That’s my good sub. Now you ready to be fucked?”

Carlie nodded, her eyes closed, still shivering with pleasure.

“All right. Stay right there, just like that.”

He let her go, and she heard water running in the bathroom. She stiffened her knees, bracing her hands on the bed to remain upright when all she wanted to do was fall face forward on the bed and bask in the afterglow.

Then he was back, his clean, damp hands on her waist, pulling her upright, and turning her to face him.

He tipped her face up to his, his hands cupping the sides of her head. “Now,” he told her. “You’re gonna finish stripping for me. Then you’re gonna ride my cock, and if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come that way.”

She gazed up at him, jolted out of her warm haze of pleasure. He might not let her come with him inside her? “But, Jake…what if I can’t help it?” She’d already come once, but with his cock in her, so big and firm, there was no way she could hold back.

His hands tightened. “You come when I tell you, sub. If I tell you no, you don’t come. Simple as that.”

Would he really do that to her? He was stern, but that would be just…cruel.

Carlie watched him uncertainly, circling to face him as he moved to lounge back against her pillows, his brawny nude body a male counterpoint to the ruffled and embroidered pillows on the bed. He crooked one arm, hand behind his head. “Now strip for me. Nice and slow.”

His gaze followed each move with obvious pleasure. He palmed his cock slowly while he watched, showing that her body turned him on a lot.

By the time she was done, Carlie was aroused all over again, just waiting for him to tell her she could crawl up on the bed with him. When he did, she set her hands and then knees on her bed, and crawled up to him, and then over his long legs, straddling them, shivering with pleasure as his powerful, hair-roughened legs brushed hers.

“Can I, um, suck you?” she asked, licking her lips as she looked at his cock. “Please?”

“No,” he said, shocking her. Her gaze flew to his, and he smiled wryly. “Gonna go off like a missile the first time, baby. Wanna do it in your pussy. You can suck me later, and I’ll eat your pussy. For now, come here.”

She came there, with alacrity. And discovered that straddling his hips, with his cock thrusting impatiently against her belly while he donned a condom, was just as awesome as everything else they’d done. And lifting up and taking him in hand, then moving down and taking him up inside her while he watched, his hands on her hips, was the best yet.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he muttered. “Your blonde pussy, so pink and wet, eating me up. Now ride me, baby.”

He showed her how to move up and down, arching her back just the way he liked while he played her breasts and her ass, watching her. Not like a man who thought she was too much, too rounded or too heavy, but like a man so turned on by her and what she was doing that his face was taut, flushed with arousal.

She put her hands on his chest, loving the feel of his hot, plush skin and hard muscle beneath them as she moved. Then his cock raking her deep inside, caressing exquisitely sensitive flesh, took over, and her eyes closed as she rode him harder.

“Eyes open,” he said, smacking her ass.

Carlie jerked, and he raised his brows at her. “You may be on top, baby, but you didn’t really think I was gonna let you top me, did you?”

“I’m just—” she began, slightly frantic because she was going to come again, she could feel it building around his cock, and she wanted it, needed it. “Oh, Jake. You feel so good inside me.”

“You’re just gettin’ set to disobey me. What’d I tell you about coming?”

“That you decide when and how,” she muttered. She stopped moving, knowing she was pouting and not caring.

He smirked, that knowing little grin that said he knew just how ticked off she was, and it wouldn’t sway him in the slightest.

“That’s right. So here’s the deal. You can come, but you gotta touch yourself so I can watch.”

Carlie stared at him.

Jake smiled slowly. “Yeah, gonna watch you get yourself off on my cock.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

Then he broke through her embarrassment and her last resistance. He leaned forward and kissed her, slow and sweet. “For me, baby.”

So she did, for him. And having him watch her fingers working on her pussy while she rode him, knowing he also watched as she threw back her head and came, moaning his name as she did so, made her come so hard she ended up moaning it very loudly.

He showed how much he liked this by rolling her to her back and driving into her hard and fast, his powerful hips jackhammering his cock into her so that either her orgasm was prolonged or she had yet another, she wasn’t sure. Who cared, when she was limp and breathless from coming with Jake inside her, and he was still inside her?

She curled one leg around his to keep him there.

He leaned on his elbows so she wouldn’t get his full weight, but tipped his head down on the pillow, his face in her hair, his massive chest pumping with his breaths.

Carlie held him, slipping her arms up around him, her hands just meeting around his back. He was hot and damp, sixty acres of delicious, naked man.

Turning her face against his, she closed her eyes, feeling him over her, inside her. And wondering where in the world they were headed, but pretty sure that it would be worth some uncertainty.

“Not sure if I can top this on our next date,” he muttered into her hair.

This surprised a snicker out of her. “Normal dates are fine too. I like quiet times.”

“That’s a relief.” He lifted his head, his face flushed with satisfaction, gaze lazy. “I was beginning to think you were a nonstop party girl, at the club or out to other shit all the time.”

“I am not. Just company things, and as for the club—well, who invited me?” She poked him in the ribs. He flinched, and she did it again. “Ooh, and who’s ticklish?”

Jake grabbed her hand, pulled it over her head. “Who needs a spankin’?”

“Nobody. You need to lighten up, Sergeant.” She tickled him with her other hand, and he laughed and grabbed for that hand, although not too forcefully.

The next few moments were full of breathless laughter as they tussled. But Carlie ended up on her tummy, with Jake over her, his mouth next to her ear.

“You got another spanking in your near future, baby. Which will include you wearing something in your ass while you get it.”

She gasped.

His chest quivered with a silent laugh. He carefully nipped the edge of her ear. “You gonna worry about that?”

“Yes.” She was.

“That’s good.” Her dom kissed her cheek. “I’ll always give you things to worry about, baby.”

“Jerk,” she muttered.

“Yup.” He kissed her again, his lips curved in a smile. She pouted for a moment and then reflected optimistically that she was learning what pleased him, so maybe she could make him forget about that spanking. Thus comforted, she snuggled back against him, cradled in his heat and strength. He gave her a squeeze.

“So you’re gonna go out with me again. Gonna come back to the club?”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.” She wasn’t giving up her new-found sexual emancipation, no matter what.

His eyes narrowed. “To sub for me? ’Cause I gotta tell you, I’m not watchin’ you with any other dom.”

This sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Her dom wanted her all to himself. But she raised her brows at him. “Does this mean you won’t be servicing those other subs? ’Cause I’ve gotta tell you, I’m not watching you walk away with another woman while I’m there.”

His brows went up. “You givin’ me orders?”

At that look, her shiver turned to trepidation. She swallowed. “I’m just stating what I can handle. That’s all.”

He shrugged, his shoulders moving in a fascinating way under her hands. “That’s fair. All right, you won’t have to see that, ’cause it won’t happen.”

Since he chose to seal this with a kiss that quickly turned deep and wet, she didn’t answer.

“Am I spending the night?” he asked when they finally came up for air.

“You want to?” She smiled, again enjoying the contrast of him against the feminine colors and fabrics.

“You’re here, so yeah. Although your bed’s kinda small.”

Her bed was a queen and had always seemed big to her, but seeing how much of it he took up, she got his point.

“You’ll have to wear your tux home in the morning,” she teased. “Everyone will know you spent the night. The walk of shame.”

“Yeah, that I spent the night getting some from a gorgeous woman. Walk of shame hell, that’s the walk of pride. However, got a text while we were at dinner. Seems I have an overnight bag in the backseat of my truck.”

“Wow. We have some pushy friends, huh?”

“For once, I’m pleased as hell about that. Tomorrow, though, I’d like to get away from them. Thought maybe, uh, you’d like to come out to my place.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. “Really? I’d love to. I’m supposed to have dinner with my parents, though.”

Noting the disappointment that shadowed his eyes, she touched his lip with her forefinger. He immediately drew it into his mouth and nipped gently.

“You could come with me.” The moment the words were out, she blinked, as surprised as he clearly was.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, then eyed him uncertainly. “Unless you don’t want to.”

His gaze warmed in that pleased way that melted her heart. “I’m good with it. Long as they won’t mind me showin’ up.”

“Hardly. My dad already heard about you. And I can’t wait to show you off to my mom.” She batted her lashes at him. That would certainly put a stop to Paula’s mentioning any other eligible bachelors.

“The lady who lunches? Can’t wait.”

Carlie rolled her eyes. “She’s a pill. But you’ll like my dad.”

“I’ll like ’em both, baby. Made you, didn’t they?”

While she was absorbing the sweetness of this, a wave of sleepiness caught up with her, and she yawned. Since yawning was not attractive, she tipped her head into his chest. He smelled so good, and his heart was thumping under her ear. She laid her head there, her eyes closing. Then she jerked awake. He didn’t want her falling asleep on him.

But when she would have moved away, he did not let her. “Hold on. Let me get the covers.” Curling up, which made his abs flex against her in a very cool way, he reached for the sheet, and pulled it over them, then settled on his back, with her against his side, her leg over his, her arm on his chest.

Then he yawned, deeply and making no effort to hide it. “Night, baby.”

Who would ever have thought Jake Stone was a cuddler? Not her. He’d held her at the club, but that was a dom taking care of his sub. This was pure cuddling. Although he’d certainly managed to dominate her in her bed. She smiled against his chest, remembering.

Lying in his arms, she thought back over the evening. A roller coaster of emotion, mostly good after a rocky start. But where would it lead them? And would he take care to keep her safely on the ride with him?

“You gonna go to sleep?” he asked, his hand smoothing up her back, then down and over her bare hip. “Can’t sleep if I can feel you worrying. We’re good, so just let it happen. Okay?”

With a sigh, she nodded. Then she let sleep claim her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jake was driving them to his house, Carlie at his side. It was late Sunday morning.

She’d been awakened by a naked man with his hand between her legs and his mouth latched on to her nipple. Things had progressed from there, with her legs curled around his back, and her bed thumping against the wall, a fact that had served to excite her even more at the time, but then later made her cringe with embarrassment. Jake had found her worries about her neighbors amusing.

Once they were in the shower, and he was teasing her about being a noisy girl while he soaped her down, tickling her in the process, she’d loosened up enough to realize it was kind of funny. But she was still moving her bed away from the wall.