CHAPTER THREE
The sound of the lock snapping closed was wholly satisfying. It was the sound of one part of the night ending and another part beginning. A better part. A possibly delectable part.
The no strings attached that she needed. This man, in town and then heading out of town, seemed like the absolute perfect fit for her.
She could act all prim and demure like she planned to just kiss Clay and send him on his way. But the thought of getting hot and bothered and then forbidding any south of the border activity had zero appeal to her. She was going for him, for all of him. She didn’t care if that made her sex-hungry. She was hungry for sex. She was jonesing for the kind of roll in the hay that would demolish the tension in her shoulders, let her forget the things she wanted to forget. She had so much trouble in her life, thanks but no thanks to her ex, who’d left town and saddled her with all his problems. Life had been non-stop pressure and worry since then, and she needed a break from it for one night.
Yeah, she was ready to screw the stress right out of her system, and this man seemed the ideal candidate.
Clay was waiting at the bar, tall and hard and sexy as hell in his jeans and button-down shirt. Julia wasn’t naive enough to think there was anything deeper going on than a chemical reaction. But what a reaction it was. Her body was drawn to him. His voice affected her, and his dark eyes were so mesmerizing they lured her in. But looks didn’t always make for a good lover, did they? No. A good lover took care of a woman, made sure she came first, and then again and again. And Julia could go for an orgasm or two tonight. Maybe even three.
Could this man deliver the goods beyond the surface? Were his hands and his tongue as worthy as the rest of him?
When she returned to him, she didn’t mince words. She didn’t have time for bullshit, or dating. She was a woman who spoke her mind. “So here’s the thing. I’ve got an idea of how I see the rest of the night playing out. What I’m wondering is if it aligns with yours?”
“Horizontally? That sort of alignment?”
She nodded several times. “I see we’re in agreement. So does that mean you’re going to put out for me tonight?” She asked with a wicked grin, teasing him with the teenage crudeness of her words.
He cracked up and so did she. Julia liked even more than he could appreciate her dry and dirty humor.
“Yeah. I think I’ll put out for you tonight,” he said, then stalked closer, his solid body nearing hers, erasing the space between them as he cupped her cheeks in his hands, and captured her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. It wasn’t a slow kiss or a dreamy kiss. No, it was a hungry one that sent a rush of heat flooding her veins. He spun her around, lifted her up on the bar, then edged himself between her legs as he slid his tongue over hers, explored her lips and her mouth as he kissed her hard and furiously. Like she wanted to be kissed, his stubbled jaw rough against her face. He thread his hands into her hair and he wasn’t gentle with his touch, and she thanked her lucky stars for that. Softness was for kittens, pillows and pretty cashmere sweaters. Sex needed to be hard, hot and oh-so-rough around the edges.
She didn’t want to coddled or cuddled. She wanted to take and be taken.
He kissed her greedily and she was sure she’d still be able to feel this kiss tomorrow, in her bones, in her knees. It flared through her whole body like a comet, igniting her. She grabbed his firm ass, yanked him closer until she could feel the full length of his thick cock in her center.
Oh, he had it going on. He definitely more than met her requirements. She rubbed herself against him and he groaned, then broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her ear. “You like that?”
“I do like that.”
“You like feeling how hard you made me?”
“I don’t like it. I love it,” she said.
“I’ve been rock hard for you all night, Julia. All night, I’ve been like this.”
“That’s a long time to be so hard, Clay. I bet you need me to do something about that.”
He pulled back to look at her, arching an eyebrow. “Yeah? What do you think I’d like you to do about that?”
“It’s not a matter of what you’d like me to do. It’s a matter of what I’m going to do,” she said, reaching for his hand that was looped through her hair, freeing it, then bringing his fingers to her face. She drew his index finger into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around it, and sucked hard. She watched as his brown eyes filled with heat. Then she pushed her hips against his, grinding against his hard cock, leaving no question as to where she wanted him next. She released his finger, then hopped off the counter, missing the press of his body, but wanting to do this her way. She walked behind the bar, reached into her purse, and took out her favorite accessory, dangling her handcuffs for him to see.
She was a woman who knew what she needed, and she needed control. So much of her life lately was far beyond her control. She needed this connection with him to be on her terms.
His brown eyes widened with lust. “You keep handcuffs with you?”
“Never been used. Been waiting for the right man. And I have a feeling you’d like it if I cuffed you right now.”
“I’m not going to deny you.”
She walked to him and swiveled the stool around, so the wood slats were easier to reach. She grabbed his wrists, pulled them behind him, and cuffed him to the wood. The sound of the metal locking into metal sent a thrill through her. He was hers for now. When so many other things slipped through her fingers like sand – money, hope, her future – this she could hold onto. This moment – his pleasure – was in her hands.
“Now, Clay. Tell me. How do you like it?”
“Deep,” he growled. “Take me in deep.”
“You want to f*ck my mouth, you’re saying?”
“I would love to f*ck that pretty mouth of yours.”
She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, sighing deeply as she felt the hard planes of his belly. She unzipped his jeans, pushed them down to his knees, and marveled at the thick bulge of his cock, the outline of his size shockingly visible though his briefs. Rock hard, and all for her. All because of how much he wanted her. Heat tore through her as she pressed a hand against his length, palming him.
He hissed as she touched him, his broad chest rising and falling, a dark look of hunger in his eyes. There, that was it. That was what she wanted so badly it sent her body into overdrive – his reaction.
“Now, you’re starting something, gorgeous,” he said. “And you’re going to need to finish it. When you take me in your mouth, you need to take me all the way in.”
“Oh, I will. I most definitely will.”
She pushed his briefs down, and hot sparks shot straight to her core, turning her molten as she looked at him for the first time. He had a beautiful, majestic cock. Long, thick, and perfectly shaped. She couldn’t wait to taste him.
* * *
Clay rolled his head back in pleasure and breathed out hard. This woman was more than fiery. She was scorching and she was a giver, and he couldn’t have scripted a better combination as she toyed with him. She gripped him hard in one hand, the way he liked it, squeezing the base, but then teasing the head with her talented tongue, swirling little lines around him that made him want to piston his hips into her lush mouth.
She licked him up and down, lapping him up like a lollipop, all while making the sexiest little murmurs as if she were enjoying it as much as he was. Was that even possible? Because his body was buzzing all over, and then he felt as if electricity had been shocked into his bones when she stopped licking and dived in, taking him all the way in.
“Oh, that’s perfect, Julia. Yeah, I want to see those lips of yours nice and tight on me.”
She glanced up at him, answered with her pretty green eyes that she intended to stay that way, to ride him hard with her warm mouth.
“You take me in deep, now, okay?”
He might be the one handcuffed, but he still wanted her to know that he liked to be in charge. He couldn’t move his hands, and that was a shame because he wanted to pull her head closer to him.
With her lips gripping him, she stroked him with her tongue.
“Keep doing that,” he rasped out. “But I want it harder and faster.”
She didn’t need his direction, but she took it, sucking him in as far as she could. He felt her throat relax as she drew him in, and he loved that she wanted all of him. That she inched her body closer, that she moaned as she tasted him.
“You’ve got all of me now. But I can’t touch your hair with my hands like this, and it’s killing me not to grab hard on all that luscious hair,” he said as he began thrusting into her. The view of those red lips around his cock sent waves of pleasure through his body, hitting him deep in his bones with the intensity. “So I need you to know that when I take you soon, I’m going to have my hands all wrapped up in your hair and I’ll pull harder to make up for what I’m missing right now having my hands cuffed.”
She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, then swirled her tongue against his dick. She was the sexiest sight in the world, those gorgeous red lips opened wide and holding on tight. But as much as he wanted to keep watching her, he could barely focus anymore as his climax started to build, and he shuddered. He closed his eyes, rocked into her mouth, and told her what was coming next.
Him.
“I’m going to come any second. And I’m going to come in your mouth. That all right with you?”
She nodded and sucked harder, stroking him with her hand, all while keeping him far inside her delicious mouth. Then she grabbed his ass hard with her other hand, pulling him even closer as his orgasm tore through him, and she swallowed his release.
When he recovered the power of speech, he told her he needed a Purple Snow Globe.
Stat.
* * *
Julia had never been pinned with her own bra before. But here she was, spread out on one of the leather lounge chairs in the back of the bar, her hands above her head, the silky straps digging into her flesh. That man knew how to tie some serious knots. After buttoning his jeans, Clay had proceeded to take the reins. He undressed her quickly, stripping her down to nothing, his eyes raking her over as he tugged off her sweater, her jeans, her bra and then her panties, inhaling sharply when she stood naked in front of him, savoring the view before he laid her on the chair and quickly tied her own pink lace bra around her wrists.
“I liked that bra, you know,” she said.
“It’ll still work.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do I look like the kind of man who would rip such a pretty pink bra?”
She shook her head. “I bet you are the kind of man who could take it off with his teeth.”
“I might do just that next time.”
“No cuffs for me?”
“Think of me like MacGyver. I use other tools,” he said with a glint in his eyes.
“Fine. I’m all for equal opportunity bondage.”
“And I’m all for equal opportunity oral.” He kissed her mouth hard, silencing any more of her quips. But he quickly broke the contact. “Now where’s that Purple Snow Globe you just made?”
She tipped her chin to the table next to them, eager to see what he had in mind for the drink he swore he’d never touch.
He reached for the glass, holding up the purple drink with raspberry juice, gin and her secret ingredient, then sugared on the rim. His lips quirked up in a grin. “Now I won’t have any regrets about not ordering this, though I believe this is the only way I’d want to drink a Purple Snow Globe,” he said, then carefully tipped the edge of the glass above Julia’s breasts, letting some of the liquid spill between them. She shivered as the droplets slid down her belly. Clay bent his head between her breasts and licked up the dark liquid.
“Mmmm. That is a an award-winning drink,” he growled against her skin, and she writhed into him. He raised his head and poured more of the drink on her belly. Some of it spilled onto the lounge chair, but he quickly captured the rest with his tongue. A ripple of desire tore through her as he touched her. She wished her hands were free so she could push his head between her legs where she wanted him. Where she was dying for him. She desperately wanted to grab hard onto his hair, pull him into her, and let him plunder her with his tongue. She ached for his touch, and she was turned on beyond any and all reason.
But he had other plans, inching up to her breasts, cupping them in his big strong hands.
“Your breasts are gorgeous, and I bet you’d like it if I bite down just a little bit,” he whispered roughly against her skin, and his sexy words made her even more fevered. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, drawing it deeper into his mouth until she cried out. Then he bit down. Not so hard it hurt, but hard enough that it hurt so good.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“Good.” He licked a wet path between her breasts, squeezing them as he brought the other one into his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple til it was a diamond point in his mouth. Her hips shot up, her body nearly begging for relief. Every flicker, every touch of his tongue on her drove her wild, sending sparks through all her cells. He drew her nipple across his teeth, slowly, so torturously slowly that she cried out. “Please.”
“I can do so much more to you with my mouth.”
“I want it,” she panted. “I want to know all the things you can do with your mouth.”
“Then I’ll have to stop talking and start eating,” he said, looking up at her holding her lustful gaze with his own dark, hooded one.
“You better,” she said, and gasped as he settled between her legs, his strong shoulders against her thighs. He licked her once, swirling his tongue against her wetness. She arched her hips instantly, her body terribly desperate for his touch. For contact where she wanted him most. He pulled back to look at her.
“More, please,” she said playfully.
“You like that?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I need you to spread your legs then, Julia. I can’t go down on you the way I want until your legs are wide open.”
Heat surged in her body as he dirty talked her.
“How far?”
She let her knees fall open, watched his reaction. His eyes grew darker, as he stared greedily at her center. She’d never wanted a man to go down on her more than she did in this instant. She was dying for his mouth. She wanted to feel his lips and let him work his magic tongue on her. She wanted to let go, to give in to the moment, to the night, to the tantalizing possibility of coming hard and good with him.
She needed it; the blinding wave of getting lost in release, the druggy bliss of pleasure and how it could drown out all your troubles, at least temporarily, and leave you awash in intoxication for a spell.
“I want you wide open for me. I want to see how far you can spread your legs,” he said, pressing his hands on the inside of her thighs and pushing her legs apart.
She felt helpless with her wrists pinned over her head, as he opened her legs into a wide V. She was submitting to him, trusting him with her pleasure – naked, tied and spread on the leather chaise lounge.
“I need to make sure you keep your thighs wide open for me because that’s how I like it. You think you can come from just my tongue? Because I’m not going to use my fingers,” he said roughly, in a challenging tone, then flicked his tongue against her wetness to demonstrate what he could do with his tongue alone. The feeling of him was so astonishing she groaned loudly, wriggling her hips. “Yeah, I think I can come from your tongue.”
“You sure? Because I want to save the inside of you for my cock. It’s going to be hard for me to hold back, but I can do it. Can you?” he asked again as he pressed a hot wet kiss between her legs.
She moaned and rocked into him. “Yes. Your tongue is amazing.”
“You have to do it my way, Julia.” With a firm grip on her legs, he licked up the side of her thigh, causing her to shudder, then move her legs reflexively.
“Keep them open, gorgeous,” he commanded. “If you close your legs, I’ll stop.”
“I’ll keep my legs spread,” she said in a raspy voice she barely recognized as her own. Hell, she barely recognized herself, she was so overcome with lust and the aching need for him. “I will.”
“You listen to me, and I’ll make you writhe and moan. If you don’t listen, I will have to stop and wait until you can follow orders,” he said sharply, staring hard at her, his brown eyes making it clear he was in charge. “Don’t make me wait. I don’t want to wait. I want to taste you so badly it’s killing me.”
“I’ll listen because I can’t wait either,” she said, surprised how she’d shifted from the badass woman on her knees with his thick cock in her mouth, to the submissive, giving over her pleasure to this man she barely knew. But sometimes that was the point of being with someone you barely knew. Because you could give in to the purity of the physical. You could shuck off the days and the nights, and linger in that other zone where troubles couldn’t touch you. Where you were impervious. She was there now; she wanted to stay there all night long. If that made her submissive, or bad, or sex-crazed, fine. She’d take any and all of those adjectives heaped on her. But right now, all she knew was want, and that was all she wanted to know.
To hell with her problems, her troubles, her past. To hell with her ex and to all she owed. To hell with everything else but this.
He pressed his tongue against her wetness, licking her, swirling delicious lines across her core. She angled her hips closer to his mouth, gasping in delirious pleasure as he kissed her hard and licked her. He explored her, sensually, deliberately, consuming her as if she were the best thing he’d ever tasted. That’s how he made her feel with the sounds that rumbled low in his throat as he stroked his tongue across her.
He lavished attention on her * and she screamed in pleasure, futilely trying to grasp at something, anything, with her tied-up hands – just to hold on – as he buried his tongue inside her.
She arched her hips as the sensations shot through her, hard and fast, like quicksilver tearing through her blood and veins. The feelings were so intense from his delicious mouth making love to her, and his hands holding her down hard, making her open and completely vulnerable. She had no choice but to let him go down on her however he wanted. He was masterful with his lips and his tongue, licking her * while kissing her p-ssy senseless. Her pulse raced, her blood roared. Soon, she started to lose control, rocking into him recklessly. She wanted to pull him close, but her hands were pinned, and she liked it that way. No, she reveled in it – as the waves of ecstasy slammed into her, crashing into every corner, flooding her inside and out.
She shuddered and moaned, saying his name over and over. As the feelings ebbed, he tugged her close and kissed her cheek. Her forehead. Her neck. Even her nose.
Soft, sweet, fluttery kisses. Her body felt like a noodle. She was warm and glowing, in that heady state after an epic orgasm. He seemed to sense that she needed a minute to bask in the aftereffects. Gently, he untied her hands as he buzzed his soft lips from her throat to her ear.
“Did you like it when my face was between your legs, Julia?”
His voice was low and soft, and there was a tender tone to it. So different from the rough way he’d talked to her when he issued his instructions. She pressed closer to him, savoring the momentary sweetness, loving that he had so many sides – hard and hungry, then gentle when he needed to be. He ran a hand down her side, across her waist, traveling to her hip. He bent his head to her belly, layering a gentle kiss there, then over to her hipbone. She could get used to this, to this kind of touch – rough at times and gentle at others, and he knew when to hit each note.
“I loved it,” she murmured.
“Good. Because you taste fantastic on me,” he said, then claimed her mouth in a quick, hot kiss. “And now you taste fantastic on you.”
She looped her hands into his thick hair and wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him know what she wanted next. “Can you please sleep with me now?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You ready to feel me inside you?”
“God yes,” she said. “But you need to get naked like I am.” She said and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed down his jeans.
He pulled her up from the chair, looked deep into her eyes, then raked her over head to toe. “I am so glad I walked into your bar tonight, because this is the best night I’ve had in a long time, and you are quite possibly a perfect woman. So as far as I can see, the only thing that could possibly make it better is you bent over the chair with your ass in the air.”
She hitched in a breath as a ribbon of desire was unleashed in her body. “I want it hard, Clay,” she told him as she turned around and bent over, lifting her bottom for him. “I want it hard and deep and I want to feel your cock all the way inside me.”
He fished in his wallet for a condom, rolled it on, and smacked her ass once.
“You will feel me for days, gorgeous.”
* * *
That back.
So long and sexy and smooth. That hair, all silky and thick and perfect for tugging. But that ass. It was so inviting. Clay rubbed his palms against her smooth, soft skin, then placed a thumb on each cheek to spread her open. Her p-ssy was glistening and his cock twitched eagerly at the sight; jumpy f*cker was ready to be inside her, but he wanted to enjoy the view as he entered. She’d tasted delicious, so hot and sexy and willing, but maybe she tasted so good to him because she liked it the same way he did. She liked to dominate and to be dominated. She liked to talk dirty, and be talked dirty to. She was a scorching combination of everything he’d ever craved in the bedroom – never had he met a woman before that he’d clicked with in every way – and now he was was going to have her how he wanted. He teased her wet lips with the head of his cock. She whimpered, then raised her ass higher.
“You like how my cock feels against you? You want me inside you?”
“Yes, I don’t want you to tease me. I want you to take me,” she said in a firm tone, turning her head to shoot him a sharp stare.
“You telling me what to do, gorgeous?”
“Yes. I’m telling you what to do. And you better take me now because I don’t want to be teased.”
He rubbed himself against her, and her body responded instantly, shivering as he toyed with her. “But it seems you like teasing,” he said playfully as she pushed back against him.
“Clay, please,” she said, as if she desperately needed him to put her out of her pent-up misery.
“You gonna beg for it?”
“No,” she said, reverting to her tough stance. “I don’t want to beg for it. If you make me beg, I will go masturbate.”
He smacked her ass for that impudence. But he loved her feisty attitude; it shot sparks through his whole body. “I would love to watch you touch yourself,” he said as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her.
“You think I’d let you watch?”
“Oh, gorgeous. You’d love it if I watched. You’d get even wetter with my eyes on you as you fingered yourself. Are you good at making yourself come, Julia?” He said, sliding in another inch and rolling his eyes back in his head at the feel of her hot flesh surrounding him.
“So good at it. I will make myself come in seconds if you don’t f*ck me deep right now,” she said, looking back at him, her green eyes fiery and demanding as she taunted him. “Maybe I’ll even torture you by letting you watch.”
“I fully intend to take you up on that kind of torture sometime,” he said. But not now. Because right now he wanted to be buried deep inside her more than he wanted to tease her, toy with her, control her. “But right now, you’re getting what you want.”
Screw teasing. Screw taking it slow. He sank into her and they groaned in unison. She felt extraordinary, so tight against him.
She braced herself with her hands on the back of the lounge chair. “You feel amazing,” she murmured, and that made him even harder, hearing her unfettered reaction. No saucy talking back, no snappy mouth. Not that he didn’t love those things. He did. A hell of a lot. But to hear those simple words escape her throat turned him on fire.
“Clay,” she groaned as he rocked into her, stroking in and out, hitting her far and deep, then pulling almost all the way out. Only to pound into her again.
“Is this what you wanted when you looked at me with those f*ck-me eyes behind the bar?” He whispered roughly, holding her hips hard as he slammed back into her.
“Yes,” she cried out.
“Did you picture bending over for me and letting me take you? Letting me own you with my cock so far inside you?”
He thrust into her again, and she wriggled her ass. Such a beautiful sight, that smooth creamy skin. He rubbed his palms against the soft perfect globes. He wanted to bite it, to sink his teeth into the sweet flesh and leave a mark on her, but there would be time for that later. For now, this woman needed a good hard round with him that would radiate through her beautiful body for days.
“I was just hoping you’d be eight inches,” she said, and he could practically hear the smirk in her voice.
He thrust hard into her, making her cry out. Then he stopped his movements, remaining still and deep in her. He bent over her, his strong chest against her sexy back, and he gripped a fistful of her hair. Then he licked the shell of her ear. “More than eight inches, gorgeous. Don’t ever doubt that.”
She drew in a sharp breath. “Pull my hair,” she said, and he did, tugging hard.
Then he drove into her again, each thrust reminding her of what more than eight inches felt like. Her cries grew louder and her breathing more erratic. He reached his other hand around to touch her *. Fast, quick strokes while he buried himself deeper in her. His own climax started to build.
“I’m going to come soon, Julia. But you need to come first. I want you to come so badly. I’ve wanted it just as much as you wanted me inside you. Tell me how much you wanted me,” he said, sliding his thumb across her as she trembled and bucked her hips against him.
“Yes, I wanted you so badly. And I wanted you to make me come, and now you are. You are making me come,” she said in a broken, breathy voice. He let go of her hair, cupped her chin and turned her face to him so he could watch the expression in her eyes as he brought her to the other side, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth forming a perfect O, that first silent moan. Then, she screamed out loudly, his name echoing around the bar, and he chased her orgasm with his own, groaning as the pleasure ripped through him, tearing through ever damn cell in his body, lighting him up with electricity. Then they collapsed onto the lounge, a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and flesh. He pulled her close, spooning her, and kissed her earlobe.
“Come back to my hotel. Spend the night with me,” he said softly. “I want to curl up with you. I want to wake up with you. I want to make love to you before I leave.”
She shivered and breathed out hard.
“Yes.”