Sweet Seduction

Chapter 29

Julie awoke to the smell of warm, masculine goodness. She inhaled without opening her eyes, because if it was a dream, she wanted to make it last a little longer.

Spicy. Yum. Just yum.

She finally cracked open one eye and collided with the hard wail of a sculpted chest. She knew that chest.

Shifting just enough that she could crane her neck, she looked up to see the chiseled outline of Nathan's jaw, roughened slightly with an overnight beard. Mmmm, she'd love to run her tongue over it.

His right arm was thrown carelessly over his head while the other was tucked firmly around her, his fingers splayed over her ass. The innate possession in his touch sent a decadent thrill up her spine, rebounding and arcing through her body. Her entire ass tingled, and she shifted restlessly to alleviate the burn.

Inspiration struck her right between the eyes, and she sucked in her breath as she weighed the possibilities. He presented her the perfect opportunity. Just perfect. If she could just get out of bed without waking him, she could retrieve the handcuffs that Faith had given her from her dresser drawer.

Then Nathan would be all hers.

She was tempted to rub over him like a cat, but she could always do that later. After he was at her mercy.

Barely containing her gleeful smile, she began the slow, agonizing task of slipping away. After every movement, no matter how slight, she studied him for any sign that he was waking. He never even stirred.

When finally she slid out of bed, she hurried over to get the handcuffs, fumbling with the clasps in her haste.

On his side of the bed, she studied how best to accomplish her goal. Ideally she'd like both hands cuffed to the iron headboard. One would be easy, and if she could get the right wrist secured without waking him, then she could possibly get the left one done as well.

Bottom lip between her teeth, she stealthily moved in, securing the cuffs to the headboard first and then carefully easing the bracelet around Nathan's wrist. When it went together with a slight snick, she held her breath, waiting for him to awaken.

Mentally doing a fist pump, she hurried around to the other side. Now here she would have to forgo stealth and make a mad grab for his wrist. Again she attached the other set of cuffs to the headboard, her eyes darting back and forth between his hand and the cuffs.

Well hell. No guts, no glory, and no one could ever accuse her of being gutless.

Holding her hand an inch above his wrist, she sucked in her breath and struck. She grabbed his wrist, hauled it upward and, about the time his eyes fluttered open, she snapped the cuff shut around his wrist.

Victory!

"What the fucking hell?"

He looked blearily at her and then at his wrist and then back at her again. When he tried to move his right arm, the cuffs clinked against the headboard and he yanked his head around in surprise.

"Julie, what the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Let me out."

She slid to her knees on the bed, far enough away that he couldn't pin her with his legs, and smiled at him in satisfaction.

"Oh no, Nathan," she said softly. "I've got you just where I want you."

He lifted one eyebrow. "And what do you intend to do with me?"

He didn't look overly alarmed, just confused and a little annoyed. She didn't think he'd be annoyed for long though.

With a saucy smile, she backed off the bed and stood at the end, her gaze never leaving him. The covers were bunched at his hips, but his dick was straining at his underwear in a very noticeable ridge.

She gripped the hem of the T-shirt and looked down, realizing it wasn't hers. Nathan must have given his to her. Slowly she raised it, pulling it over her head and then tossing it aside.

Nathan's breath sucked inward in an audible whoosh. Clad in only her panties, she sauntered toward the bed, gratified to see that ridge getting a lot larger between his legs.

She hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of her thong and eased it downward, watching as Nathan's gaze tracked the progress all the way to her ankles. Then he returned to her pussy, his eyes flickering with lust. And need.

She reached for the covers and yanked them away until they gathered at the very end of the bed, nearly falling away from the mattress. She reached and smoothed her hand up his hair-roughened leg. Thick, muscular and so very warm.

She hoisted herself onto the bed, straddling his legs. The muscles jumped and trembled against her thighs, telling her without words just how much he wanted her. It was hard not to get a thrill out of knowing a man like Nathan was out of his skin with desire. For her.

Leaning forward like a wanton on the make, she slid her hands up his lean torso, over the scattering of hair on his belly and higher where the hair grew slightly thicker. She came to a stop when her head was nearly level with his.

"Let me free," he said huskily. "I want to touch you so damn bad I'm about to explode."

She shook her head, smiling. "Oh no, Nathan. This is my show. My turn. You had your fun. Today you're mine. All mine."

"God help me," he groaned. "I may not survive you, woman."

She leaned down to nip at his neck and then she nibbled a path to the shell of his ear. "You may not," she whispered. "But I guarantee it'll be a hell of a way to go."

She laced her fingers behind his neck and worked her way up over the smoothness of his head.

"Have I ever told you how hot you look with that bald head?" she murmured.

"Glad Faith talked me into keeping it, then."

"And your earring." She nipped playfully at it, holding the ring between her teeth. "Not all guys can wear an earring. It just makes you look like a badass. I love badasses."

"Mmmm. I'm afraid that around you, I'm one big pussycat."

She grinned. "You have the hottest body." She sat up, feeling his rigid erection in the cleft of her ass. It was all she could do not to moan as she remembered how delicious he felt deep inside her ass. "Perfectly muscled. You don't look like a steroid poster child, but it's obvious you take care of yourself."

"You're gonna give me a big head in more than one place," he said with a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh come on, Nathan. You have to be used to women throwing themselves at you. Some of them probably make downright fools of themselves. Sorta like I did," she said ruefully.

"Now wait just a damn minute."

"Shhh," she said, placing a finger over his lips. "You're ruining my revenge."

"Revenge?"

"Well, yeah. I owe you one."

He scowled at her, his eyes glittering with annoyance. "That anonymous threesome was your idea, honey. If I'd had my way, your eyes would have been locked on me the entire time and there would have only been two of us in that damn bed."

Oooh, there was a lot in that statement she wanted to explore, but she'd be breaking her own rule. Damn it. She wanted to hear more of this and, more than that, she wanted to know why he went through with it if he was opposed to pretty much everything on her wish list.

"Later? I want to have this conversation. Much later. Right now I want you to shut up while I fuck you."

"I've always said speech was highly overrated," he murmured.

She leaned down again and kissed his belly, flitting her tongue out to circle the shallow indention of his navel. He quivered in response and flinched. She smiled. Ticklish, was he?

Deciding that his underwear had put up with enough strain, she dipped her hand inside the band and pulled his cock free. Oh man, he was built. Beautiful, and she'd seen enough cocks that it was not a word she assigned freely when it came to that portion of the male anatomy. Some of them were downright ugly.

But Nathan . . . Ah, what a man. His natural skin tone was a light tan, and the hair around his cock was light brown, not too bushy. She hated overly hairy men, but he was just right.

He watched her every movement, his eyes glittering with excitement. In her hand his dick twitched and pulsed with impatience.

Part of her wanted to mount up and sheathe him with no workup or preamble, but the more devious part of her wanted to work him into a frenzy. She wanted him to beg again. She wanted to make him so crazy that by the time she took him, his control would be shattered.

She slid down his legs, her pussy clenching as it brushed over his skin. Unable to resist, she slid her free hand down her belly, between her legs and to the soft folds.

Nathan groaned when she closed her eyes and threw back her head, her fingers gliding over her clit, rolling and circling as pleasure worked through her.

"God, I love to see a woman pleasure herself," he whispered. "There's nothing more beautiful."

Tucking that piece of information away for later, she grinned and leaned up, offering him her fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, licking every inch that had delved into her pussy.

Slowly, she pulled them away and returned her attention to his erection. When she let it go, it leaned heavily toward his belly, stiff, the bulging vein on the underside calling to her tongue.

"You have one beautiful cock," she said as she lowered her mouth to the tip. "I've wanted you since the minute you walked into my salon with Faith. Do you know how many nights I've lain awake fantasizing about taking you every conceivable way there is for a woman to take a man?"

"Christ," he breathed. "If you don't stop, I'm going to go off like a damn fire hose."

"Then I'd have to start all over," she taunted.

"Suck me," he pleaded. "Goddamn it, Julie, stop teasing and put your mouth on me."

Instead she stuck her tongue out and stroked one of his balls, weighing it on her lips, absorbing the puckered texture. Then she lapped at the other, rolling it then sucking it into her mouth. He bowed upward, his buttocks leaving the mattress as he followed her mouth.

Enjoying the quiver of his flesh against her tongue, she blazed a trail up the engorged vein, curling her hand around the base of his shaft when the tip danced out of reach of her tongue.

Deciding to end his agony, she let her lips hover over the crown for one long moment before swallowing him in one quick movement.

He cried out, his body arching and convulsing underneath her. The handcuffs clanked against the iron of her headboard and his head thrashed from side to side, his eyes squeezed shut. She smiled and lowered onto him again, tasting him, sucking and swallowing him as he stabbed deeper.

"God almighty, woman, I'm going to come!"

She pulled away, cupping him with her hand and leisurely rolling him up and down as she stared into his passion-glazed eyes.

"Not yet," she murmured.

"I want to be inside you. Please tell me you have condoms. I didn't bring you home intending to seduce you."

"You didn't?" she asked in mock horror. "I think I'm insulted."

"Difficult wench. You know damn well if I'd come armed with condoms, I would have been labeled an opportunistic pig."

She laughed, still keeping her lazy pace with her hand, enjoying the hardness against her palm, the supple give of the firm flesh.

"Yes, I have condoms. Extra large. Just for you."

"You bought them for me, eh?"

"Or maybe I just like my lovers big," she teased.

He shuddered against her hand, and he closed his eyes as strain marred his forehead. "Damn, but you make me crazy. Slow down, honey. Even your hand has me about to explode."

She smiled, let him go and leaned forward to kiss him. He responded eagerly, drinking of her lips as she gently explored his. "I love your goatee too," she said against his mouth. "So damn sexy. Everything about you is sexy."

He stared up at her for a long moment. "I love that you're so honest and open. You say what pops into your head and don't give a damn. It's incredibly arousing."

"Hold that thought," she said as she swung her leg over him to get up. She strode nude to the dresser, knowing his gaze followed her every movement. She put a little extra wiggle in her ass and threw him a teasing look over her shoulder.

He positively smoldered. His eyes could start a blaze. They already had. Her entire body bloomed with heat.

She picked up a few condoms and walked back to the bed.

"Optimistic, aren't you?"

She looked down at the three packets in her hand. "I like to be prepared."

"I just hope I can get it up for you twice," he said with a grin. "You might kill me the first time."

She straddled him again, dropping the packets to the side. The devil in her was prepared to give him a show he wouldn't forget.

Dipping her finger into her mouth, she sucked and slowly pulled it away, then lowered it to her pussy, sliding it between her folds. Her other hand cupped her breast, plumping it, her fingers going to her nipple as she tweaked and rolled it.

Nathan lay completely still, watching her with avid fascination. He was drawn tight as a rubber band at full stretch, and his breaths came quick and ragged.

She closed her eyes, pushing her finger down and into her entrance, feeling the warm, damp tissues close around the tip.

Never had she been watched by such an attentive male. Her arousal was sharp, quick to rise. Already her orgasm swelled, lurking just beyond the edge, waiting for that push.

"That's it, honey, slow it down for just a minute. Take your time. God, you're so beautiful to watch. Do you have any idea how jealous I am of your fingers right now?"

She stroked over her clit again and rolled her nipple between her fingers, pulling it until it was a taut, stiff peak. Cupping the breast, she leaned down, guiding it to Nathan's hungry mouth.

"Suck it," she said huskily. "I want your mouth on me."

His tongue swept out, licking it. Then he nibbled around the point, his goatee scratching at the hypersensitive nub.

"You're just as much of a tease," she complained.

He chuckled and sucked the nipple between his teeth, laving it with his tongue the entire time.

"Uncuffme."

She shook her head. "Nuh-uh. I like you this way. Under me. You take direction so well."

"I can be a good boy when the motivation is right," he murmured.

She pulled away and her nipple left the suction of his mouth with a light pop.

"Make yourself come for me. I want to watch while you sit astride me and come."

She let out a whispery sigh as she tucked her fingers more firmly around her clit. She pressed with one finger, finding just the right spot, and then she gently rotated, gradually increasing the pressure until she was wound tighter than a spring.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"That's it, honey," he encouraged. "Mmmm, just like that. Damn it, I want to touch you."

She smiled dreamily as she mimicked riding motions, undulating her hips over his waist.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

The wave surged, rolling, then faster. Higher it rose until she was bucking wildly over him, her head throw back in abandon. Her fingers moved faster, and finally, the wave broke, scattering her to the wind.

She tensed, her face creased in near pain as she held still, only her fingers fluttering lightly as she coaxed herself down from the intensity of her release. Then she sagged forward, laying her head on his chest as she sucked in mouthfuls of air.

His heart pounded against her ear, and he was breathing nearly as hard as she was.

"Get the condom on," he said through gritted teeth. "Please, Julie, I'm not going to last whether I'm inside you or out."

She dragged herself upward, her body still sparking from her orgasm. She snagged one of the condoms and ripped it open with trembling fingers. Then she hiked one leg so she could move back.

His cock was full and straining, the head dark as the skin stretched tight. He was ready all right.

Carefully she rolled the condom down his length, avoiding too much pressure. Already a thin trickle of semen had moistened the crown. He was so close to bursting.

"You ready for me to mount up?" she asked softly.

His green eyes flashed dangerously, sending a shiver straight down her spine.

"Take me. Ride me hard, Julie. Don't let up."

She grasped his cock and raised her leg so she could position him appropriately. The blunt head nudged against her swollen pussy, and they both uttered sounds of agony.

Then he slipped inside, filling and stretching her. She paused for a moment with him only halfway inside, relishing the feel of this solid male tucked into her so intimately.

"Finish it," he said in a hiss.

"Beg," she taunted.

"Honey, if I could, I'd be on my knees. Fuck me. Make me yours."

She lowered herself onto him, taking him deep. His possession took them both by surprise. Her instant reaction was to place her hands on his belly to ease some of the pressure. Her gasp of shock mingled with his moan of sheer ecstasy.

"Jesus, you're big," she gritted out.

"Not too big. Not for you, sweetheart. Take me. Show me how well we fit."

"You're going to kill me," she groaned.

"And you said you were going to kill me."

Cautiously, she rose, allowing him to ease out of her a few inches. When she was sure she could take him, she followed back down, taking all of him this time.

"Ah hell, honey, move. Please. Ride me."

Bracing herself on his hard abdomen, she began a sensuous ride that, though designed to make him crazy, already had her climbing toward another orgasm.

"Harder," he urged.

With a cry she let loose and began to buck up and down, the slap of her ass meeting his thighs filling the room, mingling with their sighs and groans.

He pulled futilely against the cuffs, his hands flexing as though he wanted nothing more than to grab her ass and ride her as hard as she rode him.

"Oh God, Nathan, I'm going to come again," she panted.

His smile of satisfaction was brief and then he threw his head back, arching his hips into her thrusts.

"Me too, honey. Me too. Ah shit."

Her movements became frenzied as she rode him hard and fast, grinding her ass against his thighs. She lifted until she was nearly free of him and slammed back down, sending shockwaves over them both.

His agonized groan split the air just as her own world shattered into a million colorful pieces. She slowed when he flinched below her, taking a more tender pace as she milked the last of his release.

As she'd done before, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the frantic pace of his heart.

"That had to be what they had in mind when they thought up the word earth-shattering," Nathan said in a husky, passion-laced voice.

"Mmmm."

He chuckled. "So who killed who, wench?"

"Mmmm."

She lay there a few more moments but stirred when she remembered the condom. With a regretful sigh she eased off him then reached to tug the latex free. After making a trip to the trash can, she padded back to the bed ready to curl up on top of him again, but he gave her a pained look.

"Uh, Julie? I need to pee."

She flushed. Of course he did. She'd woken him up and jumped him. He was probably about to pop.

With a frown she studied how he was laid out on the bed. "If I free your left hand, the right is close enough to the side that you could stand up beside the bed. I could get you a pan."

Nathan's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious? Have you lost your mind?"

"I can't let you go!" she protested.

He rattled the cuffs and scowled at her. "Julie, it was a fun game, but for God's sake let's be reasonable. You can't keep me locked up here all day."

"No? I thought it would be kind of fun."

Nathan sighed. "You're serious, aren't you?"

She nodded.

He closed his eyes then reopened them to stare at her. "Tell you what. You let me out so I can go pee, preferably in private, and I promise you I'll come back so you can recuff me."

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" she muttered. "You'd probably just cuff me."

"Not that it isn't a highly tempting idea, but I promise you that I'll come back so you can continue to have your wicked way with me."

She was an idiot to be sucked in by that charming, beguiling, wheedling smile, but she would be pissed if he tried to make her pee into some pan by the bed. And he had been nice and understanding the night before when he'd taken her to the bathroom. She sighed. "Okay, but if you break your word I swear I'll knee you in the balls so hard you won't be able to get it up for a week."

He winced. "Damn, woman. You're bloodthirsty."

She retrieved the keys from her dresser and unlocked the cuffs, freeing his hands. He pulled them to his chest and rubbed his wrists.

"Do they hurt?" she asked with a frown. She hadn't considered that it might be painful for him.

"Nah, they're fine."

He moved so fast that one minute she was kneeling on the bed beside him and the next she was in his arms, his body over hers, his lips devouring her mouth.

Oh, but the man could kiss.

"I thought we had a deal," she whispered against his mouth.

"I said nothing about kissing you senseless before I go take a piss," he said before taking her mouth again.