Intimate (19 page)

“I like this,” she said. “Knowing you're all ready for me.”

He ran kisses over her cheek, across the gold chains that draped from her earlobe to her nostril. He tickled behind her ear with the tip of his tongue. She scrunched her head to her shoulder, laughing.

He pulled back and looked into her dark eyes. “I've been ready since last night.” He ran his tongue around the shell of her ear. “But you fell asleep.”

Laughing, she pulled back and rested her forearms on his shoulders. “And you're never going to let me forget it, are you?”

“Never. Besides, it's incentive to get you naked and under me as soon as I can. At least, while you're still awake.”

“What if I want to be naked and over you? What if I want you at my mercy, begging?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Hadn't thought of that. How about some particulars. Plan of attack, that sort of thing?”

She kissed his chin, his left cheek then his right. “A good general never gives away her battle plans. Now strip.” She stepped back and folded her arms across her chest.

Jake let his gaze run slowly from her head to her toes, settling longer on her breasts, at the
V
between her legs.

“Well?” She tapped her toe.

“I'm trying to decide if submission is the better part of valor.”

She leaned close and ran her finger from his sternum to the band at the top of his jeans. Then she tugged at the snap, popped it open. “Submission might be the difference between getting laid tonight. Or not.”

He slowly unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. Then the next. “That's a fairly good argument.”

“I thought you'd see things my way.”

He slipped the shirt off and hung it over a chair, then toed off his shoes and socks. Unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. His sleek black boxers hugged his package, but there was nothing subtle about the firm arch of his dick against the snug fabric. He glanced at Kaz and had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from laughing.

She started with his chest and he watched her eyes slowly track downward until her gaze reached his groin. Her eyes went wide, and a sensual smile curved her lips. Then she shocked the hell out of him when she went to her knees. Blood pulsed along his shaft, and his balls went tight. Her focus never left his crotch. She hadn't touched him, hadn't said a word, but he was hanging on the edge of climax merely from the look of lust in her eyes.

Her tongue slipped between her lips, swept across her top lip, then the bottom. She caught her bottom lip in her teeth and gnawed on it a moment. Jake's whole body tensed. His balls drew up hard and tight between his legs.

Kaz slipped her fingertips into either side of his shorts and gently tugged. When the waistband caught on the curve of his erection, her lips spread in a wide smile, but she never raised her head, didn't look anywhere beyond the goods between his legs.

Jake wanted to tangle his fingers in her tousled hair and press her against him, wanted her to pull his shorts all the way down and just do something, anything, as long as it involved her mouth and his dick. The suspense was driving him nuts. He heard himself breathing, realized his breath was coming in short, sharp pants, but Kaz seemed perfectly happy, moving at a snail's pace, driving him slowly insane.

She leaned close and ran her tongue along the fabric covering his shaft. He groaned and clenched his hands, fully aware he was shaking like he had some sort of palsy, his entire body trembling while she nibbled the head of his dick through the slick fabric.

Abruptly, she sat back on her heels. “It's getting hot in here.” Glancing up at him, she drew her black turtleneck over her head. The lacy bra she wore was the same color red as her boots. The same red as the rubies peeking through the lace. She'd worn the ruby studs in her nipples, and the gold chains snaked from her tits, down over her rib cage, across her flat belly, and over the monarch butterfly tattoo, where they met at the gold ring with the matching ruby in her navel.

He reached for her. She stopped him with an arched brow and a stern look. “Don't move. I think you should grab your wrists behind your back. That might keep you out of trouble.”

“You're killing me here.” He grabbed his left wrist with his right hand behind his back.

“Good. Payback's a bitch.” She sat back on her butt and unzipped her boots, slipped them off, and tossed them aside. Then she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and slid them down her long, long legs.

Leaving her wearing nothing but a lacy red thong, a matching red bra, and …
Holy shit.
A gold chain running from her navel to the ring in her clit. Jake groaned. Kaz tilted her head and smiled up at him. “I thought you'd like that.”

“Oh, God. I really don't want to stop, but I need a picture of you like this. I really do, Kaz. You are so fucking hot.”

“I am not ready to advertise my clit.” She sat back on her heels with her arms folded across her chest, which pushed her breasts higher, plumped the rounded curves until they practically spilled out of her lacy bra. Jake's mouth went dry.

“For me, sweetheart. Just for me. You still have a bra and the thong, and I want you to leave them on.” He laughed. “For now, anyway. Kaz, you're so beautiful. I want to be able to see you like this. When you're off somewhere on a big shoot with some multinational company, I'm going to pull out my pictures of you for consolation.”

Shaking her head, Kaz laughed. “Well, when you put it like that.”

He reached around behind her and grabbed one of his cameras off the bedside table, leaned back to fit all of her in the frame, and snapped a couple of shots. He got down on one knee to get a picture straight on, and she posed for him, hooking her thumbs in the top of her thong and shoving the waistband down even lower on her hips, rolling the band to just above her sex. The gold chains disappeared in the red folds of silk between her legs.

“Got what you wanted?”

“Not yet.” Then he put the camera away and, once again, stood in front of her with his hands behind his back.

Kaz flipped the tiny catch at the front of her bra, slipped the straps over her shoulders, and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were perfect—softly rounded and very firmly in place. She was lean and muscular, with the look of a woman who worked out regularly. He wondered if she was a runner.

Another thing he didn't know about her. Wanted to know.

The rubies on their gold rings piercing her nipples gave him something to focus on.
Stare at the jewelry,
he thought. If he stared at the fragile-looking chains, maybe he'd be able to hold on.

He'd never experienced this level of arousal. She hadn't freaking done anything yet, but his shorts were already damp from the pre-cum he couldn't control. Then she ran her finger over the curve of his shaft and he almost lost it.

“You're horribly overdressed, don't you agree?”

“Oh, yeah.” He had his boxers off in a heartbeat. Stood straight again, but with his hands at his sides, clenching and unclenching his fists. He couldn't remember ever being this hard, and he'd been hard a lot around Kaz. His dick arched up and touched his belly. His balls ached.

Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?

She raised her head and looked directly at him, and the expression on her face was one of stark need.

And with that one look, he knew Kaz could take all the time she wanted and do whatever she damned well pleased with him. Anything at all.

*   *   *

Planting her palms on her thighs, Kaz sat back on her heels and openly admired Jake's impressive package. Then she glanced up at his face. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes narrowed as if he struggled for control. “Just thought you might want to know that I've never really done this before.”

“Done what?”

“This,” she said, waving her hand to encompass his midsection. “My life hasn't been at all conducive to this sort of thing. You know, kneeling in front of sexy men.”

No exaggeration there, not when she'd been raising her sister, worrying about her dad, worrying about finishing school. “I don't see myself as naturally submissive, but I think I like this.” She ran her finger along the underside of his erect cock. He rolled his hips forward, groaning. Kaz ignored the sound, even as her own body clenched with need. “I mean, I might be on my knees, but I'm still the one in control. It's hot. Totally hot.”

“No argument from me.”

She bit back a laugh. Jake was having trouble getting the words out. Whatever she was doing, it must be working. She scooted closer on her knees, cupped his sac in her palms, and once again stroked the stark, powerful curve of his erection. His breath hissed out as she palmed the rounded head. She thought she heard him whimper when she ran her tongue the full length of his penis, from root to tip. His hips jerked, so she did it again, but when she got to the end, she grasped the base in her free hand, held him still, and licked the velvety crown.

His breathing sped up. She wrapped her lips around the end, then tightened her fist around his thick base, holding him in place so she could slide him deeper into her mouth. Slowly, she slipped her lips along his length and then stuck her tongue in the tiny slit at the top. He must be turned on, because she tasted the first drops. Salty and almost bitter, they really shouldn't have tasted as good as they did.

She wanted more. Wanted everything.

Running her tongue across the smooth curve again, she wrapped her lips around the plum-shaped head. It was deceptively firm beneath the soft skin. She lightly sucked, sliding her mouth over him again, taking him deep inside. She hadn't been exaggerating—she'd never really gone down on a guy, hadn't liked what little oral play she'd tried in the past, but there was something so special about Jake that she realized she was getting turned on by the taste of him. By the way he felt on her tongue and against her lips, his hard shaft and the silky skin covering him, and even the musky scent that was all Jake, unique to him alone.

She sucked him deep, then slipped her mouth back to the rounded tip. She nibbled just a bit, scraping gently with her teeth. Then down again. His fingers tangled in her hair, and she heard his soft voice, whispers, really, a steady litany of “Oh, shit, don't come. Oh, shit…”

Which, of course, was all the incentive she needed to make him do exactly that. She found a rhythm, in and out, her tongue working over his skin, teeth scraping gently along his shaft. She let go of him, gave his sac one last stroke, and rested her hands on his hips, squeezed his buttocks, pulling him close to her mouth.

He groaned, and since she took that for an affirmative, she squeezed him again, and then ran her hands across his hips, down the strong muscles of his thighs, and then back up. Once again she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the base of his shaft, which left her right hand free to cup his balls.

He tensed when she wrapped her fingers lightly around him, but when she began massaging the two orbs in her palm, his hips jerked, and his fingers tightened in her hair.

“No more, Kaz. I can't…”

She slipped free of him. “More,” she said. “I want you to come. It's my turn.”

“But I don't—”

“Shut. Up.”

And then she went back to work—like it was such a tough job. She stroked his balls, ran her middle finger over his perineum, laved the full length of his shaft with the flat of her tongue, then nibbled at the crown with her lips and teeth.

She felt his legs trembling, his hands clutched her hair and dug into her scalp almost frantically. She'd never taken oral sex this far before.

She'd never felt so sexually powerful in her life.

He groaned. The sound tore from him as his body tensed, his hips bucked. She caught the first pulse of his seed and more. She took it all, sucking him quickly at first, then gently, continuing to cup his balls in her left palm while milking his shaft with her right until he was through, until his body stopped jerking and his cock no longer pulsed between her lips.

Sitting back on her heels, she finally raised her head and looked at Jake. His head was bowed, his eyes closed. He'd moved his hands to her shoulders, and his erection had subsided a bit, but not entirely. His shaft glistened, the sleek skin wet from her mouth, from his ejaculate. She figured he probably felt about the way she had that first night—totally wrecked.

“You okay?” She gently stroked his thigh until he opened his eyes and stared at her.

“I think I need to lie down before I fall over.”

“That works.” She stood and tugged his hand. He followed her to the bed. Gently, she shoved him down. “Be right back.”

She went into the bathroom and found a washcloth, rinsed it in warm water. Brought it back into the room, knelt between his legs and began to carefully wash him, the way he'd done for her.

“Kaz, sweetheart. You don't need to do that.”

“Yes I do. Because I want to.” Gently, she ran the cloth over his balls and then along the length of his shaft. In less than a minute, he was hard again. She smiled at him. “I figure it's the only way I'll get my turn. Be right back.”

Jake was laughing as she headed back to the bathroom.

*   *   *

Well, she'd just officially ruined him for any other woman. Jake lay back on the bed, thankful that the comforter had been turned back so his collapse had taken him directly to the sheets. He didn't think he had it in him to move.

She walked into the room after dumping the damp cloth, still wearing nothing but that tiny red thong. The chains from the ruby jewelry caught the light from the one small lamp in the room, and he couldn't not stare at the chain leading beneath the tiny red triangle of her thong, running from her navel to her clit.

She'd had that on tonight, while they were at dinner. While they'd sat in the bar waiting for their table, talking with the owner of the restaurant. She'd been her usual funny, chatty self.