He took a step back and reached down to unbutton his pants. “If that’s how you want to play it...you’re on, sweetheart.”
Polly smiled and hopped down from the dresser. She let the tattered camisole fall down her arms and flutter to the floor as she walked slowly toward the bed, his handcuffs dangling from one finger. “You know I’m going to tease you mercilessly, right? You’re going to be half crazy by the time I’m done with you.”
“Then I’m going to be full-on crazy, because I’m halfway there already.” He kicked off his boots and let his gaze caress the curve of her hips and ass as he tugged off his socks. The only thing hotter than the idea of pushing her over the bed and driving into her was the image of those full, lush lips wrapping around his cock. That would be worth getting handcuffed for.
She propped a knee on the bed and stroked her belly absently as she watched him undress. “You’re slow.” She edged her fingers just under the lace waistband of her panties and licked her lips.
“Enjoying the view.” He unzipped his pants and shoved them down past his hips. “You are one sexy woman, Polly Cassidy.”
A pleased look warmed her eyes, and her grin turned wicked. “I bet you say that to all the naked thieves you meet.”
“Nope. Just you.” He took a step closer, his gaze dropping to her hand again. “You gonna take those off?”
Polly tossed the handcuffs on the bed and pushed the scrap of white cotton slowly off the lush, rounded swell of her hips. Then she backed away from the bed and let them drop. “Lie down, Max.”
There was nothing to do but obey.
She crawled up beside him and snapped one cuff around his wrist, then looped the chain around the headboard and repeated the action with his other wrist. “How’s that?” she rasped, leaning over him to rattle the iron headboard.
With her breasts so close, he couldn’t stop himself from lifting his head and dragging his tongue across one nipple. “Perfect.”
Polly sat up with a soft laugh and rubbed a hand over her neck and shoulder as she studied him. “What first?” She winked at him and walked her fingers down his chest and stomach, then traced them lightly over his erect cock, which jerked under her touch. “I could get you off, or myself, or both of us. So many choices...”
He had a hard time not thrusting up into her hand. “You want suggestions? I might have a few.”
“By all means.” She kissed his chest and trailed her tongue down to his belly and back up. “As long as you recognize that I might discard them in favor of my own.” Her fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft and squeezed.
Max groaned and curled his hands into fists, making the cuffs rattle against the headboard. “That’s a pretty damn good start.”
“I know what you want,” she said in a sing-song whisper. She straddled one of his thighs and scratched her nails over his hip. “I’ve seen you watching my mouth. You want me to suck your cock.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He lifted his thigh and rubbed against her, stifling a groan at how wet she was. “But I can’t promise I’ll stay in control once you wrap those gorgeous lips around me.”
“If you can’t hold back, just come.” She rocked down on his leg and shuddered. “I bet you recover quickly.”
He licked his lips and gave her his most devastating grin. “A few minutes with my face between your legs and I’d be ready to go again.”
Polly threw her head back and moaned. “Jesus Christ. Great minds, baby.” Her gaze didn’t leave his as she wiggled down, still stroking him, and leaned over to flick her tongue over the head of his cock.
Heat flashed through him at the first touch of her wet tongue. He wanted to drive his fingers into her hair, but not enough to break the handcuffs and risk having her stop. So he groaned and watched her, watched her lips and her tongue as they worked over him with enough skill to make him wonder if he was going to make a fool of himself and come like an overeager teenager.
Polly hummed approvingly and closed her lips around his cock, hesitating for a long, teasing moment. Then she glanced up at him through thick lashes and slid her lips down his shaft, pulling him deep into her mouth with gentle suction.
“Fuck!” He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up a little, not when she felt like heaven wrapped around his cock. “Jesus. Jesus, Polly—”
She raised her head and swirled her gorgeous pink tongue around the tip of his cock. “Do it, baby. Fuck my mouth.” She took him into the hot, wet depths of her mouth again.
His brain short-circuited as he thrust up again, a ragged groan tearing free of him. “Fuck!”
She sucked harder, meeting his thrusts with her hand and mouth and fervent moans that vibrated around him, setting him on fire with lust and need. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, and her free hand slid under him to grip his ass.
“Polly—Pol—” His hips pushed up again and he growled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come—” Another almost orgasmic moan feathered up out of her throat and tingled through him. She had to have heard him, but she didn’t stop, just took him again and again, her hands trembling on his skin.
He came with a hoarse shout and a rattle of metal on metal. The cuffs dug into his wrists, but the pain was incidental with pleasure roaring through him, intensified by the low sound of approval she made as she coaxed him through his climax.
After several seconds, Polly raised her head and groaned. “Fuck it all. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes were unfocused, and her hands shook. “Jesus.”
“Get up here and let me go,” he commanded in a soft whisper. “It’s my turn.”
At first, she just stared at him. Then she shook her head and crawled up his body. “I don’t need to let you go for that. I don’t want to.” Her knees sank into the bed by his head, her lower legs hooked through the circle of his bound arms. “What about this?” she asked, rocking her hips toward his face.
He inhaled the scent of her arousal and groaned. “Closer, then. Let me taste you.”
She hissed in a breath and did as he asked, moving up until another roll of her hips brushed her cunt against his lips. “Yeah?” Her hands gripped the top of the headboard.
He didn’t answer, not with words. Instead he dragged his tongue along her in one long swipe before teasing between her folds to circle her clit. Her back arched and she cried out, one hand uncurling from the wrought iron to stroke her breasts.
She pinched her nipples and murmured softly as she rode his face, the words quiet but clear. “Max... God, you’re good. So good.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” He whispered the words against her inner thigh before he bit her softly. “You want to come? Or you want me to tease you?”
Polly laughed. “Tease me, you cocky bastard. Then I’m going to ride you until you beg for mercy.”
He bit her again, harder, then turned his mouth back to her cunt with another low growl that he let vibrate against her. He licked her with teasing intent, reveling in the taste of her, in the smell and feeling of arousal and pleasure. His cock stirred to life again with alarming speed, encouraged by the way she twisted above him.
Even with his easy, leisurely exploration, she started shaking above him in mere minutes. Her helpless moans increased in volume and number until she almost shrieked with pleasure. “Oh, God damn it, Max—fuck, fuck...”
He speared his tongue inside her and groaned again. “Come.” He dragged his tongue up, then pulled her clit between his lips and moaned his pleasure when she grabbed a handful of his hair and screamed.
A heartbeat later, she scrambled away, panting and shuddering, and snatched up a small bag on the nightstand. She dragged out a condom and ripped it open. Her hands trembled as she rolled the latex onto his cock. “Like this,” she murmured, moving to sit astride his hips. “Yes?”