She loved that he hadn’t wanted to take the time to remove his clothes, that he couldn’t wait that long to have her.
It felt decadent. Like they were stealing this moment out of time.
And Jesus, did it make her hot.
She pressed back, rubbing her ass against the soft material covering his thighs, but he grabbed her hips and held her still.
“You move at my discretion, Kate. And right now I want you to stay still.”
But she didn’t want to stay still. She wanted to move, to entice him into screwing her like she needed. But she nodded and forced herself to freeze.
At least, as much as she could as he continued to stroke her.
Sliding his fingers between her folds, he rubbed the hardened knot of her clit. He played with her, working her back into a state of heightened arousal that pushed her close to the edge of orgasm. Pushed her to the point that she needed to come, needed the release for her sanity.
In the next second, he had his fingers shoved inside her, stroking the walls of her channel, hitting tantalizing new places of sensation that made her want to writhe.
She couldn’t keep still for long. And when she clenched around his fingers, he withdrew them.
And smacked her ass. The burn made her moan.
“I see you can’t listen to orders.”
He’d leaned in close, his lips almost at her ear. She felt surrounded by him and wanted to rub all over him like a cat. The fact that she couldn’t made her want it all the more.
“Do you want me to leave you high and dry while I jerk off in front of you?” he continued. “You won’t like that, trust me. But you’re so primed right now, you might be able to come just from watching me.”
“No. No, I’ll stay still. Just fuck me.”
She barely recognized her voice, much less the words coming out of her mouth. She never spoke like this to a man, had never wanted to.
Now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
“Whatever you want, Kate.”
His hands landed on her hips and she pulled up against the chains binding her wrists as his cock slipped between her legs.
She wanted to sob with relief as the head rubbed against her clit, providing more stimulation. But not enough.
Trembling with the need to move, she bit down on her bottom lip, a moan gathering in her chest.
“So beautiful. Such pale skin.”
He ran one hand up her naked back until he curved his fingers around her shoulder and yanked her back. Her moan broke free as her ass flattened against his thighs and his cock scraped along her clit.
“Dark hair.”
With his other hand, he gathered her hair together then let it slide through his fingers.
“Gorgeous ass.”
His hand smoothed over one cheek.
“One of these days I want that ass. Will you let me, Kate?”
“Yes.”
God, yes, though she’d never done it before. She wanted to. Wanted him to be her first.
“Not tonight. I don’t think I could be gentle enough tonight. Because I am so fucking hot for you.”
He drew back and, in a split second, he’d thrust forward, split her open, and sank so deep, she swore he couldn’t go any farther.
They both stilled then, Kate trying to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being filled and Tyler . . .
She assumed from his groan that he was soaking in the tight fit.
So tight.
She was so aroused, her sheath so sensitive, he felt ten times thicker than normal. If he retreated, she thought he’d never get back in.
When he began to withdraw, the pleasure was so intense, she would have promised him anything just to continue.
Turns out she didn’t need to.
He moved, slow at first. Each thrust forward found new points of pleasure. Each retreat made her long for the moment he returned.
His rhythm increased by tiny increments, almost too tiny to realize at first. It’d been almost like torture, denying her what she needed, but it built until she could barely breathe.
With her hands cuffed together, she couldn’t move her arms. She realized she’d fallen forward over the hump and that was all that was holding her upright. She didn’t have the strength to lift her chest away from the bench.
She felt like she was hanging over a great cavern. She only needed the slightest push to send her . . .
Tyler paused behind her, his cock swelling even more, and she came.
She fell into that cavern and the sensation of falling overwhelmed her. Overloaded her senses and everything went dark as the sharp contractions of her pussy milked his cock. Sucked him deeper and drew him over with her.
She heard him groan out her name, felt his hands tighten at her shoulder and hip just before she felt the jerk of his cock inside her as he shoved even farther inside and held.
She’d never felt this way in her life before.
And she was pretty sure she never would again.
As Tyler came down from the best damn orgasm he’d ever had, he realized he still had a pretty good grip on Kate.
His cock had finally stopped pulsing inside her but he found it hard to release her.
At least he could loosen his grip a little before he left bruises.
Still breathing like a freight train, he looked at her shoulder and winced.
Too late. He saw the barest hint of black smudges.
Damn it.
He pulled out, breath hissing between his teeth as her sheath clenched around his cock, almost as if she refused to release him.
He liked the thought of that.
“Kate, are you okay?”
She made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan as he got rid of the condom and tucked himself back in his pants.
Reaching for her ankles, he released the restraints, rubbing at the slight red marks before moving around the horse to release her wrists. As he did, he studied her face. Her eyes were closed but her lips curved in a satisfied smile.
Which made him smile.
“Time for bed for you.”
“I think I could sleep until tomorrow night.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Undisturbed.”
With a yawn, she twisted around to sit on the bench, flexing her fingers and twisting her neck, as if she were stiff. Then she held out her hand. “Can I have my thong back now?”
No, he didn’t want to give it back, but he dug it out of his pocket and handed it over. Leaning back, she slipped it up her legs then stood.
He should take it back so he could watch her do that again. He could’ve watched her all night.
But when he looked into her eyes, he saw how tired she was.
And he had to admit, he was too.
“Let me get you a robe.”
After he had her bundled into a thick white hotel robe, he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to his apartment.
She didn’t give him a hassle as he stripped her, laid her in his bed, then pulled the covers over her.
After he’d shed his own clothes and climbed in next to her, he put his arm around her, deeply satisfied when she pressed herself against his side, sighed, and almost immediately dropped off to sleep.
He felt like a caveman, wanting to beat his chest at his own prowess.
But the thought was tempered by the fact that tomorrow she’d go back to her apartment and he’d have to face all the crap going on here.
Without her.
It took him a while to drift off after that.
Twelve
“No. I’m not going to be able to work those extra shifts, Joe. I told you, I’ve got some things going on that need to be taken care of.”
Joe Parisi had that look on his face Monday morning. The one that usually made Kate grit her teeth until she caved in to what he wanted.