The Best Man (10 page)

What had he thought when he realized
his audience was traveling down two paths at the same time?

She hoped he appreciated being
rescued from any more embarrassment. She wasn’t looking for breeding prospects.
She grinned. If she
was
looking for a stud, Jared Jacobs would fill the
bill quite nicely.

She interlaced their fingers. His
gripped hers strongly. She wondered if he was having similar thoughts.
Hers
were crystal clear and focused: how long would they have to remain at the track
before she could take her stud back to bed and let him ravish her?

- o -

“That tickles,” Kitty squealed,
clearly not trying at all to hide her broad smile.

“I thought it might,” Jared said,
letting the fringe of the long yellow Thai silk scarf draped around her neck
graze the taut nipple of one breast.

“Don’t ignore the other one.”

“I don’t intend to.” He let the
scarf dip in her cleavage. He laughed when her eyes rounded, then he let the
sash rest against the other breast before dragging it up and over the hard
nipple.

“Torture,” Kitty purred. “But sweet
torture.”

He nodded. Slowly, he dragged the
end of the scarf down the centerline of her chest and belly, pausing to tease
her belly button before proceeding lower. Kitty gulped for air as he brushed
and re-brushed the sensitive line between her navel and the apex of her pubis. He
smiled when he heard her soft moans and watched her labia swelling, expanding
and opening just enough to provide him with a pinkish view.

She was primed, but not as primed as
he wanted her.

Laughing as Kitty suggestively
tilted her pelvis, he shook his head, avoided direct contact with her pussy and
guided the silk down the length of one thigh and leg. She tensed and relaxed under
his silky assault.

He held both ends of the silken sash
in his hand, wrapped her foot, and massaged first one toe and then the next. Her
squeals intensified. She stuck her tongue out. He moved to the second foot and
gave it a silken massage also.

“Cripes, I’m exhausted, and you
haven’t even gotten there yet.”

“Is the lady protesting?” Jared
eased the scarf back up toward the long-intended target.

“Nooo. Not at all. You’re wonderful,
you know.”

“A woman will say anything when she
wants a man to please her.” Her labia glistened by the time he let the silk
fringes settle between her engorged lips.

“Oh, God. Have mercy.”

“Not this time, babe.” Jared easily
lifted her butt and slid one end of the scarf under it. Quickly, he had her
loins encased in silk and handed the ends of the scarf to her care. “I won’t be
needing these for awhile. You may find a use for them.”

Her fingers curled around the scarf
and he settled between her legs. He laved the silk around the edges of her
pussy and then looked up with a grin. “Isn’t it amazing how silk feels when it
gets wet—your juices and my tongue.”

She tugged on the silk scarf,
increasing the pressure against her loins, and nodded jerkily. “Make me come,
Jared.”

“Like this?” He tongued the silk
covering her pussy and pushed a little inside her folds.

“Oh, yeah. That’ll do it. A little
more.”

He lifted his head and shook it when
he saw her distressed glower. “Not yet,” he whispered, retrieving the scarf.
“Not nearly yet. You won’t come until I’m ready for you to come.”

He laughed as her gaze burned into
him. He grabbed her wrist and tied one end of the scarf loosely around it. Her
eyes rounded with awareness. Her lower lip trembled slightly when he tied the
overlap of the knot around a bedpost. She didn’t move when he reached for her
other wrist. “You know what I’m going to do?”

She nodded. “You’re going to ravish
me.” She turned to watch him secure the second wrist.

He settled back to kneel between her
legs and appreciate the view. “I knew you’d look gorgeous bound with that
scarf.”

“Is this why you bought it for me?” she
asked, testing the knots by pulling a little.

He smiled and tugged on his
mustache. “Oh, I figured it’d have lots of uses, but mainly it reminded me of
you. I’ll never forget this image of you splayed out waiting for me to make you
come.” He worked his hand slowly up and down the length of his cock. “Are you
ready for this?”

“You know I am,” she grunted. “Past
ready.”

“Am I going too slow for you? Too
bad you can’t hurry things along by strumming your clit.” He grinned as her
fingers curled and uncurled.

He slid his cock up and down her
slick crevice. She rocked her pelvis, demanding more. He shook his head. “Don’t
try to tell me what to do. The more you try to help, the longer it’ll take. Understand?”

She nodded.

He didn’t know she could look so
meek. “That’s better. Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.”

He pressed inward, sinking his cock
into her vaginal heat. She gasped. He never paused until he was seated in her
depths. She began to raise her legs and he shook his head
no
. “Do I have
to tie your feet, too?”

“No,” she whispered, stretching out
prone beneath him.

“That’s better. If I want you to
join in, I’ll let you know.” He gave her a half smile. “You are loving this,
aren’t you?”

“Nearly as much as I’ll love tying
you up.”

“Easy, woman, don’t tempt fate while
you’re tied up. That’s not a good strategy. Now where was I? Oh, yes,” he said,
leaning forward to hover above her with his weight on his extended palms and
arms. He dipped his head to kiss one nipple and then the other. Kitty cooed with
each touch and he was somewhat surprised she made no more effort to encourage
his progress with her legs.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded.

Wide-eyed, she complied. He teased
the roof of her mouth with his tongue and rotated his cockhead from side to side
just inside her vagina. He swallowed her gasp and then drove his tongue and
cock deeper. He watched her eyes blink shut and open just as quickly as he
drove in and out of her mouth and pussy.

Stopping abruptly, he lifted his
head and winked. “That was close.”

Her glower assured him he was right.
“I could pull out of your pussy and finish in your mouth. Would you like me to
fuck your mouth while your hands are tied?”

“Whatever you want.”

He flexed in and out of her a few
more times before stopping. “Or I could finish in your ass. You’ve been wanting
me to do that, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Or I could let you come right where
I am.” He settled back on his knees. He grazed a finger along the side of her
exposed clit. “The French are fond of calling this a woman’s petite erection.”
He stroked it between thumb and forefinger. “If I do this long enough, will you
come for me?”

Kitty’s eyes shifted wildly from
side to side. He chuckled as she pulled on her wrists. “Slow and easy,” he
said. “Contrary to what you must be thinking, slow is often better.” He
maintained the same steady pace along her engorged clit and listened intently
to Kitty’s panting. Her eyes rounded, telling him she was very close. He
glanced down at her clit. “Damn, I didn’t think she could get any larger.” Kitty’s
vagina squeezed his cock tight.

He didn’t move except for the rhythmic
motion of finger and thumb. “Almost, girl. Come for me.”

“Oh fucking yes! I’m coming. I’m
lost.”

Immediately, Jared left her clitoris,
reared back and began pumping in and out of her pussy, seeking his own release.
His howls mingled with hers as he spurted repeatedly. His thighs jerked
haphazardly, as if there was more.

Gasping for air, he slid up Kitty’s
perspiring body. She wrapped her legs around his butt. “Kiss me, you bastard,”
she said at last.

He started with the corner of her
mouth and worked slowly to the other corner. He eyed her cautiously. “Are you
okay?”

“As okay as any girl could be who
lost count of her orgasms. Jesus, that was exquisite. Do you do that thing with
the clit for all your women? That was a first for me.”

He chuckled against her neck. “That
pleases me immensely. You do have a very responsive clit.”

“Umm. If we’re done congratulating
each other, do you think you could untie me?”

“Of course. I’m sorry. I forgot.” He
untied the knots, handed her the scarf and watched her sniff the area that had
encased her loins. “So maybe you did have something to offer that hasn’t been
tried or used?”

“Maybe I did,” Kitty said with
pride. He watched her brush her clitoral area and vulva gingerly. “But my clit
may be off limits for a few days after that.” She dangled the scarf before his
eyes, letting one end drift down to his limp cock. “I knew this gift would be
useful. I hope you’re looking forward to me using it on you as much as I am.”

“But not tonight?” He swallowed.

She shook her head. “I want my
reservoir full when I come after you with this. Right now I’m completely
drained.” She yawned. “I don’t know about you—I’m about ready to fall asleep. Can
we cuddle?”

“I wouldn’t want to displease the
lady,” Jared said, wrapping his arms around Kitty and tugging her close. By the
time he kissed her forehead she was asleep.

CHAPTER SIX

Stretching, Kitty yawned and groaned
at muscles still complaining from the previous night’s overuse. She hadn’t
realized how taut she must’ve held her body when she and Jared played with the
silk scarf. She dipped her hand under the sheet to say good morning to her
still chafed vulva. Closing her eyes, she hated to admit it, but a bare pussy
offered no protection from the kind of friction it had been subjected to so
recently.

At least she’d allayed her fears
that Jared might be too much of a gentleman. He’d almost taken a perverse
delight in prolonging her orgasm. And he’d known with her wrists tied to the
bedposts, she was entirely at his mercy. She patted her pussy and nearly
purred. He’d shown very little mercy. But then she wouldn’t be showing him any
when she had
him
tied down.

She tossed an arm to the side to
check on her handsome tormentor. Nothing. Her eyes popped wide open. “What the…”

She jerked to a sitting position and
checked the alarm clock. Heaving a sigh, she tossed her head from side to side.
She never slept this late, even on a Sunday morning.

She sniffed the air. Damn, was that
coffee? She slipped off the bed and hoped her legs could still work. To her
surprise, they did. Quickly, she made a stop in the bathroom and then put on a
robe and headed out of the bedroom.

As she made her way down the stairs,
the coffee aroma became pleasantly pungent. Kitty crossed the dining room to
the kitchen and started to say good morning when she realized Jared wasn’t in
the kitchen, either.

She scowled. The hairs on the back
of her neck rose and she peeked down at her bare toes sticking out from beneath
the robe. She tried not to think. She tried to ignore the sense of things not
being right. Where the hell was he?

She turned to the coffeemaker and
gasped. There next to it was note. Didn’t he even have the balls to tell her in
person he was dumping her?

Picking up the note, Kitty tried to
focus on the words shaking before her eyes.

Hi Kitty,

Sorry, but I have to be in London ASAP. Things have gone to hell there with one of my suppliers. You were sleeping so
soundly I didn’t want to wake you.

Trust that wasn’t too much for you
last night. I’ll never forget that image or your squeals.

Hope the coffee isn’t too strong. See
ya.

JJ

“What the fuck?” Kitty read over the
words once more before balling up the paper and tossing it in the trash.

“Hope the coffee isn’t too strong.” Weren’t
those lovely words for a final parting?

The guy had no flair with goodbyes.

Kitty tried not to sniffle. She
swiped the back of her fists across her eyes. “The bastard.” She’d just begun
to look forward to an affair that might last more than a week or two. She’d
even wondered what his ranch looked like.

And she’d looked forward to knocking
that devilish smirk off his face when she had him tied up so she could play
with whatever she wanted to bring him to an excruciatingly slow climax. She
owed him that.

She poured a cup of coffee and
plopped down on a kitchen chair. She took a sip and shook her head. It was
strong. She took another sip. But not too strong.

Would she ever see Jared Jacobs
again? Highly unlikely. But if she did, there would be hell to pay. She’d exact
more than a pound of flesh.

Would he call? She shrugged. Did she
even want him to call?