Sweet Obsession: Windy City Kink, Book 1 (27 page)

She’d loved the look on his face—the intensity, the hunger, and yet the control and care he’d used not to go too deep, not to hurt her. He made her feel so incredibly desired and precious. And giving him that much pleasure made pleasure bloom within her.

But oh holy Shatner, he wanted to tie her up. Just like he had all those years ago, that night everything had gone horribly wrong.

No self-respecting woman would allow a man to do those things to her.

Was that her mother’s voice she heard saying those words? She closed her eyes, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“I’ll consider it a good sign that you haven’t kicked me out yet.”

She opened her eyes to look at him again, and when she saw the tilt of his lips and the glimmer of humor in his eyes, something inside her relaxed. Sure, they were talking about something serious. But it reassured her that he could keep a sense of humor and fun about it.

Her chest squeezed. “So you’re telling me that you never forgot me, and always thought we would be together one day…but only if it’s on your kinky terms?”

His lips twitched, but then his smile was wry. “And you’re saying…what? You were willing to spend time with me again, but only on your vanilla terms?”

“Sounds like a stalemate, doesn’t it?”

“It does.”

“What do we do about that?”

“I don’t know, Sasha.”

He brushed hair back from her face, touched her cheek gently again, his thumb rubbing across her bottom lip. Heat flared inside her and her chest softened and warmed.

“I’m offering a compromise,” he continued. She gazed up at his beautiful eyes and lost herself in their depths. “Let me show you that you can trust me. Let me show you how good it can be. You can always say no.”

Her mouth relaxed and her insides trembled. After they’d had that incredible sex in his living room, floating in the night sky with the stars and the city lights, he’d turned to her and asked if she was upset. He’d been making sure she was okay and had coaxed an honest reaction from her. There’d never been a time with him when she hadn’t felt his consideration and concern for her. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she
was
naïve. But she did trust him. “Okay.”

A look of profound relief swept over his face. He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles, holding it tenderly between both of his. With his eyes closed, and his lips pressed to her hand, he whispered, “Thank you.”

That it meant so much to him, that
she
meant so much to him, made her heart turn over in her chest. She shifted even closer to him, so she was on his lap, twined her arms around his neck and kissed him again, a warm, melting kiss with tangled tongues and wet lips. His hands gripped her hips and her blood stirred and rose in a hot rush through her body.

Caught up in his addictive, seductive spell, they kissed and kissed, hands moving over each other, tasting and breathing each other in. The air around them caught fire, flames licking over her skin, igniting every sensitive nerve ending. A sharp need grew inside her and she pressed her breasts into his chest.

“God,” he finally gasped, moving his mouth from hers. He slid a hand into her hair and cupped the back of her head, pressing it into his chest. Beneath her cheek she felt his heart drumming. “Take me up to your bedroom, Sasha.”

“Kevin’s not home.”

“I know.”

“Of course you do,” she murmured.

“I don’t want him and maybe Emma walking in on us here,” he growled.

She pulled back to look at him. “You’re okay with him and Emma going out?”

He gave his head a shake. “I probably would be worried if I wasn’t so fucked up over you. I’ve been crazy this week, Sasha.”

“I know.” She touched his cheek. “Me too. Don’t worry about Kevin and Emma.”

He laughed and lifted her off his lap and onto her feet on the floor. “They are the last thing on my mind right now.” He stood too and led her to the stairs.

Her bedroom was on the left upstairs, and they walked into the dark room hand in hand.

“Turn on the light,” he directed her in a low voice.

She moved to the bedside table and flicked the lamp on.

“I haven’t showered yet after my workout,” she murmured, suddenly conscious of her sweaty attire and lank hair.

“You’re fine,” he said. “Love those shorts. Your legs are amazing.” He ran a hand over her bare thigh down to her knee. “We should work out together.”

“Um. Sure.”

He unzipped the black hoodie and pushed it back off her shoulders to reveal the racer back tank top she wore.

“This is sexy too. You look very buff and athletic.”

“I didn’t know you had a thing for athletes.”

“I didn’t either.” He grinned and kissed her jaw.

“Well, you look very hot too,” she said, sliding her arms inside his suit jacket. “All professional and businesslike. Sexy.”

“I didn’t know you had a thing for businessmen.”

“I don’t. Just one businessman, apparently.” She hugged his waist.

“Undress me, Sasha,” he commanded in a low voice.

She was happy to comply, although the jacket and buttoned shirt and tie took a bit of work. She forgot about the cuffs and got hung up there, her fingers plucking at the buttons, then pulling the shirt out of his suit pants. Then there was the belt buckle and fly and underwear… “This is taking too long,” she complained breathlessly. “Help.”

“I want you to do it.”

His fingers slid into her hair, loosening her already messy ponytail as she crouched before him to undo his shiny black dress shoes and pull them off, then tug off trousers, boxer briefs and finally socks. He kept firm pressure on her head so she couldn’t stand and she sat back on her heels and looked up at him.

He gazed down at her, sexy, hungry, dominant, his eyes steady on hers. Desire sizzled up her spine. She lowered her gaze to his cock, bobbing just above her face, thick and rigid, and she reached for it.

“Suck me,” Jack ordered gruffly, fingers tightening on her head. She leaned up, her mouth open, and happily closed her lips over the firm head. Her eyes drifted shut as she absorbed his warm male taste, breathing his scent in through her nose as she filled her mouth with his thick hardness. “Yeah, oh yeah.”

With slippery lips, she moved her mouth up and down, her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, her other hand cupping his balls tenderly from beneath. The tips of her fingers brushed his perineum and he let out a long groan that thrilled her.

“Love you on your knees like that,” he growled. “Sucking me off. Your mouth so hot and wet. Fuck, that’s good.”

He let her continue for long moments, heat swelling up inside her as she licked and sucked, until finally he pulled her head away from him. “Enough,” he rasped. “Stand up.”

With shaky legs, she rose. She licked her lips.

“Take off your clothes.”

Chapter Twenty

Jack watched Sasha carefully, assessing her response to him, although it was damn hard to focus when his dick was so stiff it hurt and his balls on fire. Christ, her mouth on him had nearly sent him over, but he did not want this to go that way. She’d agreed to do this and he had to be careful.

Her tongue swiped over her swollen, shiny bottom lip and more heat flared in his balls. Her eyes heavy-lidded, she watched him as she began to remove her workout clothing. Never mind the sexy black lace dress—those little shorts that hugged her ass and left her long sleek legs bare all the way down to her ankles made him nuts. She toed off the Nikes and stood there in tiny white socks. He loved the way her long thigh muscles flexed as she undressed, admired the firmness of her calves. Then she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head.

Beneath it she wore a lime green and black sports bra and black thong panties.

“Oh hell yeah,” he groaned, gripping his cock. He gave a few strokes, pressure building inside him. “Go get on the bed.”

He spied a chair in the corner of the room, a girly armchair patterned with big red and pink flowers, clothes draped over the back and the arms. He crossed to it and swept the clothes aside, watching her climb onto the bed.

Her obedience made his blood rush hotly through his veins.

“Take off your bra,” he said, again fisting his cock and slowly stroking, his gaze fixed on her.

She pulled the stretchy bra off over her head, then set it aside. Light gleamed off her full breasts, the nipples hard and rosy.

“Now your panties.”

She lay back and lifted her hips to remove the scrap of fabric.

“Spread your legs.”

Her tongue came out to swipe her lip again, but once more she did as he asked, reclining onto the pillows then slowly parting her thighs. Something clenched in his chest as he watched her pretty pussy come into view between long legs, her feet still encased in the little socks.

His cock throbbed in his hand.

“That’s so pretty,” he groaned. “Christ, Sasha.” As a teenager, her muff had been thick and curly. Now her pussy lips were soft and bare, only a small patch of curls remaining above her slit. It made him nuts thinking about her grooming herself there.

“Want you to masturbate for me,” he growled. “Want to watch you make yourself come.”

Her skin wore a sheen of perspiration and color that was probably both arousal and embarrassment. But she continued to do as he directed. Her hand slid down over her flat stomach, over the little puff of curls, then between her thighs. Long slender fingers slipped into the plump lips there, slowly stroking up and down.

“Are you wet, Sasha?”

“Yes.” He barely heard the whispered word.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m fucking hard as a spike. Rub your clit.”

She licked her lips again and circled the tip of her long finger over her clit.

“Spread wider,” he grated out. “I want to see more of you.”

Knees bent, she parted her thighs even more. Her pussy shone now with the girl juice she’d spread around with her fingertips. A growl tore from his throat and he pumped his fist faster, rubbing his chest absently with his other hand.

“I want to fuck that pussy so bad. I want to ram my cock so deep inside you, and feel how hot and wet you are.”

She made a small noise.

“You want that, Sasha? Want my dick inside you?”

“Yes.”

A rush of power hurtled through him, primal and fierce. The hot throbbing in his cock and balls intensified.

“Tell me,” he ordered her. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…you.”

His lips twitched. “You can do better than that.”

“I want you inside me.” Her words drifted softly to his ears, barely audible over the blood pounding through his veins. “I want you deep inside me.” A pause. “F-fucking me.”

His muscles clenched.

“This is so…wicked,” she moaned. “You watching me like this.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, but—”

“No but,” he cut in sternly. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes. So good.”

“That’s all that matters. I love watching you, Sasha. Your pussy all pink and smooth and shiny. Your fingers working there. I want to touch you there too. I want to taste you there.”

Another moan fell from her lips.

“But right now I want you to come. Make yourself come.”

Her chin tipped up and he could see her ass tighten and lift off the mattress. She gave a soft wail, rubbing furiously, and then she went lax. With her hand between her thighs, she closed her legs and rolled to her side, breathing fast.

“Beautiful. So fucking hot.”

He had to fight for control not to come himself, his tortured balls aching. He pushed to his feet and crossed to the bed, climbing on to spoon her from behind. “Yeah,” he murmured, drawing her hair off her face. “How did that feel?”

“It felt good.” She sighed. “But…”

“But what, baby?” Her round little ass pushed into his groin and he rubbed his cock up and down the cleft there. She moaned. “I needed more. Needed you inside me. Fucking me. Hard.”

Fuck yeah
. He reached around her to find a breast. Softness filled his hand, her tight nipple hard against his palm. He gave a firm squeeze. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered. “Like this. From behind.”

He pushed her top leg up and gripped his dick, slicking it up with her abundant lubrication. “So wet. Love that.”

He pushed into her swollen passage and she tightened around him. Fuck. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Edgy heat pulsed through him. He waited. And waited. Okay.

He thrust in again, gently, incrementally easing into her snug pussy, until he was fully inside her, their bodies pressed against each other. He slid his hand around her to her stomach and began to move, slowly. He kissed her shoulder, and his hand moved up between her breasts, and to her throat.

“How does it feel?” he murmured against her skin. “When I touch you here. Your throat.”

“It feels…safe. Like you’re holding me close and safe.”