Kyle’s Bargain (8 page)

“And saving the world in the process.”

He did a mock wince. “Ouch. That’s cold. So let’s see what
you can do.”

Meg recognized the challenge and hoped she was up to it. She
began swaying her hips in a gentle rhythm, rocking them back and forth until
she felt comfortable with it then added a shimmy with her upper body as she
reached down to take the hem of her dress and pull it up and over her head. A
good thing it had no zipper to lower. She couldn’t have made that motion
graceful or exciting, but she managed a pretty good undulation as she rolled
the dress up her stomach and chest and then over her head.

His breath heaved in on a loud pull. Meg stood in her only
really nice set of bra and panties, a silky, sensuous matching pair from
Victoria’s Secret, and continued to sway gently as she hugged the dress,
rubbing it suggestively over her breasts and down her body.

She threaded it through her crotch, pulling it around her
thighs until he groaned, “You’re killing me.”

“In the best possible way, of course,” Meg agreed, setting
the dress aside. “Your turn. We can skip over shoes and socks and go to
trousers.”

He toed off his leather loafers and reached down to pull off
his socks. Then he straightened and gave her a wicked grin. He didn’t try for
any kind of dance or prance this time. He barely moved at all. Instead he just
stared hard into her eyes and began to unbuckle his belt. Slowly. Carefully.
Then he slid it through the loops, even more slowly, letting it hiss as it
brushed over the cloth.

The sound shivered along her nerves. He didn’t have to do
anything else to enhance the sexual impact of his actions. Nothing more than
the intent look in his eyes, shining with that glint of passion and excitement,
was needed. Especially when he finally dragged the belt free of its last loop
and he held the leather strip in both hands. With his eyes on her face,
weighing her reaction, he began pulling the belt through the fingers of one
hand with the other.

The action and the implications sent the blood rushing to
her skin, made her heartbeat pick up and her breathing become heavy. He shifted
the belt so that he held it level, his hands about a foot apart on the strap.
When he moved it toward her, positioning it with the part between his fingers
under her chin, she drew in a gasping breath. The aroma of the leather filled
her nose, underlain with a scent that was distinctively Kyle. She swayed as
that combination of smells sent a shaft of heat straight to her core.

“I like the idea of the ‘tease’ part of striptease.” He used
the leather strap to lift her chin until she looked straight into his eyes.
Sliding the belt back and forth, he ran it down to her throat and then along
her chest until it reached her breasts. Her nipples pebbled under the cups of
her bra when he brushed it over them. Wave after wave of heat rushed through
her until she was all but melting.

She could hear her own breath rushing in and out on harsh pants.

“You like the feel of the belt?” he asked.

Meg could only nod.

“Would you like to feel more of it?”

The lump in her throat kept her from answering but she
nodded again.

“Good.” He gathered the leather strip in one hand, doubling
it over and grasping the ends in his fist. The looped end dangled free. Moving
his hand up and swinging it gently, he let it tap against her right breast and
then the left. After touching each breast a couple more times, he slid the loop
down her chest to her abdomen. Chills rippled through her as the leather
touched bare skin.

It tapped gently against her abdomen then he lowered it to
her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath as he drew the belt back and slapped a
bit harder—still without enough force even to sting but threatening it. Fire
raged through her veins. She wanted to throw herself at him and beg him to take
her right then. Or beg him to use the belt more firmly.

She met his blue eyes and read the answering fire and the
answering need there. His gaze was so compelling, she felt pulled into it, as
though she shared a bit of his mind and soul. Maybe she did.

When he moved the belt to touch the crotch of her panties,
she had to look down, breaking the almost hypnotic eye contact between them.
Kyle held the leather strip just in front of her groin and swung it gently away
from her and then back until it tapped against her pussy. A long, low moan
streamed from her as the leather kissed lightly and left, kissed again and
pulled back.

He drew the belt back and around before he swung it, harder
this time, aiming for her buttocks. It struck with a soft smacking sound. A
brief prickle roused where the leather hit her bottom over the panties,
disappearing just as quickly as it had started. He did it three more times,
never striking any harder, obviously intending to deliver only a hint of what
he could do. A tease.

A fine trembling shook her, making her wonder if her legs
would hold her up. She fought an urge to drop to her knees, to beg him for
more.

When he tossed the belt onto a chair at the side of the
room, Meg sighed, not sure if it was from relief or disappointment. He reached
for the zipper of his trousers and lowered it quickly then pushed the pants
down and stepped out of them. A huge bulge tented the front of the white briefs,
testifying that he was just as aroused by their play as she was.

“Your turn.” He stepped back away from her. A small,
betraying catch broke the second word into two syllables. He waited another
second before he added, “The bra.”

Her own words didn’t come out too steady. “You’ve upped the
ante.”

The devilish lights shone in his eyes again. “I know. Show
me what you’ve got.”

She shut her eyes and sucked in a breath, trying to steady
her nerves. Once the trembling had abated, she looked at him again, returning
his wicked smile with one she hoped was just as devilish. Reaching around
behind her, she unhooked the bra and shrugged it down her arms.

His breath caught as she let the garment slide down her
breasts, revealing the rounded tops then an arc of areola and finally the
nipples. She wasn’t well-endowed in the chest area, but she thought them well
shaped. Kyle’s widening eyes suggested he agreed. The bra fell off the tips.
Meg grabbed it before it slid to the floor and held it one hand.

This time she tried to give
him
the wicked look as
she took the bra in both hands, holding it stretched out similarly to the way
he’d held the belt with her fingers on either side of the cups. She had to
reach up to brush it down his face, tracing down his nose so the cups went over
each cheek. It took an effort to keep from giggling, not just at the way he
looked with her flower-print bra on his face, but at his expression as well.
Beyond the surprise, it appeared he couldn’t decide whether to be amused or
horrified.

When she kept going lower, down his chin, throat and chest,
he settled for amusement—until she rubbed the center of each cup over his
nipples, making him close his eyes and draw a gasping breath. “My God,” he
whispered as she continued to circle with the cloth.

Meg had another idea then and it made her grin widen into a
full-on smile. He opened his eyes in time to see it and one eyebrow rose. Both
went up when she reached for the waistband of his briefs.

She pushed one end of the bra into his briefs, threaded it down
and drew it out through the leg hole at the front of his thighs. His puzzled
expression grew even more so when she took the other end through her own
panties in the same way. Then she hooked the clasp so that the bra formed a
sort of giant rubber band, fastening the two of them together.

Kyle looked down at it and laughed. “Are we going to wiggle
out of the undies together?”

“That looks like the idea,” Meg answered.

“In that case, we need appropriate music.” He began to sidle
toward a corner of the room where a CD player stood on a shelf, necessarily
dragging her along with him. It took a surprising amount of coordination of
their efforts to get themselves those eight feet or so. He flipped through a
stack of CD cases, searching for the right thing. His taste in music ran to
surprising places, including a lot of hard rock, some country, rap, jazz and
even classical. But he bypassed the jazz, hard rock and country music discs in
favor of something softer.

Under ordinary circumstances the female vocalist who warbled
out of the speaker wasn’t a favorite of hers, but given the memories she was
sure would attach to this night, she’d always have at least one good
association.

“What next?” he asked.

“We dance?” She meant it as a sort of absurdity, but he
apparently thought it a good idea since he pulled her around and up against
him, winding his arms around her waist and beginning to sway to the music.

She rarely danced at all and had certainly never danced in
the nude or almost nude before, but since they did little more than rock in
time to the music, Meg had no trouble following his lead.

It felt like nothing else she’d ever experienced, not even
the terrific sex they’d had a few days past. This was much more intimate,
closer and sweeter, more like a slower, deliberate foreplay as her breasts
pressed into his chest and his swollen cock, barely contained by his briefs,
tucked into her abdomen. Every sense was ravaged, filled to the extreme with
Kyle. His face loomed in front of her and his choice of music surrounded her.
His aroma, spicy with a hint of ocean breeze and a stronger splash of aroused
male filled her while his warm, hard body hugged hers. When he leaned down to
kiss her, the taste of him completed the sensory overload that moved her into a
world where only the two of them mattered. She wanted him with an absurdity of
passion that made her understand how people tipped over into obsession.

Not that she would. But she understood how it could happen
if a built-in restraint slipped just a little.

“Time to get out of these,” she said, snapping the waistband
of his briefs. “But we don’t stop dancing either.”

“Another challenge?”

“Why not?”

“All right,” he answered. “You grab mine.” He lowered his
arms from her shoulders to her hips while still moving in time to the music and
grabbed the top of her panties. She did the same for him, hooking her thumbs in
the waistband of his briefs. For the next several minutes they attempted to
keep up the swaying rhythm of the dance while in fact they did more squirming
than boogieing. Mostly they did it in time with the music, though.

Meg had the harder time since getting his briefs off
involved lifting them over the considerable bulk of his cock and then ignoring
that inviting appendage while she rolled the cotton down his legs. Once each
piece of clothing got close to their knees, it fell to the ground where they
could step out of it.

The dance got more interesting at that point since Kyle
insisted on trying to maneuver them so that his cock ended up positioned
between her legs. Meg would then attempt to squeeze it or push it up where it
would satisfy her and he’d pull back again.

When that song ended, she said, “Enough. If we don’t stop
here, you’re not going to get that massage I promised.”

“It wouldn’t ruin my day.”

“But I wouldn’t be keeping a promise.”

He stopped with his arms around her. “Keeping promises is
important to you?”

“Very.”

She meant it seriously and was gratified when he took it
that way.

“I better go lie down,” he said. “There’s a really tight
spot right at the base of my neck.”

He stretched out facedown on the bed, arms folded beneath
his head. Meg took a moment to admire the broad shoulders, narrow waist, long
muscular legs and lean, taut buttocks. The man had a gorgeous body. She put her
hands on his shoulders and began rubbing in a gentle circular motion. Mindful
of his instructions from the previous Saturday, she pressed harder, working her
fingers into the muscle. The knot he complained of was a tight arc beneath his
neck, running almost from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. Meg concentrated
her efforts there, kneading and pressing until she felt it loosen.

Kyle sighed gently as muscles relaxed all along his
shoulders and back. “That feels great. You’re a natural.”

“Nope. I had a good teacher.”

Meg continued to work on his tight shoulders for a few
minutes more until he shifted abruptly, turning over onto his back and pulling
her down on top of him. He threaded his fingers into her hair and drew her face
close so he could kiss her. On top of everything else, the man was a
first-class kisser. He took his time about it, working her up gradually with
tongue swipes across her lips and gentle nips until she opened to let him in.

He plundered her mouth sweetly while his hands rubbed along
her back and down to her buttocks, cupping the cheeks and holding her hips
against his so that his swelling cock pressed into her abdomen. Then he rolled
them both over until he was beside her. He leaned over to take one nipple in
his mouth while his fingers played with the other, tweaking it and sucking
until she squirmed with the desire he roused.

When he bit down on the nipple, hard enough to sting but not
damage, she squealed. The acute pleasure-pain sent a shaft of raw longing
zinging from her breast all the way down to her core. He kissed across her
stomach, stopping to tickle her navel with his tongue then continuing to her
slit. Nudging her legs apart, he bent over and buried his face between them.

The first touch of his lips on her pussy drew a shriek from
her as shards of near-unbearable pleasure ripped their way deep inside. He
burrowed into her core with his tongue until he found her clit and then stroked
it. Meg squirmed uncontrollably and tension pulled every muscle in her body to
its limit. At the same time his fingers reached for her breast and played with
her nipples.