Lust and Bound (4 page)

He traced the swell of her breasts just above the neckline of her corset. “But there is one image of you I can’t seem to get out of my head.” He touched his lips to hers in a long, drugging kiss that left her craving more. “Are you game?”

“I’m yours for the weekend.”

He chuckled, a smoldering look scorching her body. She responded to that look. “Oh, I like how that sounds.”

Heat crept into her cheeks as she realized what she’d said. “I—uh, yeah.”

He nipped at her neck, even as he settled deeper into the vee of her thighs. The heavy bulge of his erection rubbed against her core. Instinctively she raised her hips in greeting.

“I want to watch you, beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.

She stiffened. “Watch me what?”

He rolled off her and helped her to sitting. “I want to watch you climax, before I send you over the edge again.”

Trepidation whispered through her body at his words, but at the same time anticipation made her yearn for what he was offering, but she’d never touched herself before, well, not while anyone watched. It must have shown on her face, because a soft smile curved his lips.

“We’ll go slow, but I so want to see you.”

She knelt before him and relished the way his gaze drifted over her body, seeming to see everything and missing nothing.

She tossed her hair back and donned a saucy smirk. “Like what you see?”

“Hell yeah!” He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close. Her taut nipples grazed the fabric of his shirt and she sighed. He swept her hair aside and tucked it over one shoulder. “Every time I look at you, you take my breath away.” He moved behind her, his powerful thighs brushing her bare buttocks. She trembled in his embrace.

“I do?”

“Every time.” He wrapped his fingers around her hand and guided her palm over her breasts. “And I’ve thought about this for a long time.”

She held a breath as desire moved through her system, fascinated as each stroke of her hand produced a delicious shiver through her veins. He had maneuvered them until they were facing the large mirror. Locked within his arms, he managed to make her appear small and delicate, something she never felt before, and it was just as arousing as seeing his hand move over hers.

“Zach,” she whispered.

He nodded, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “This is how I see you. Beautiful, worthy. Mine.” He guided one hand down the lacy front of her underwear, down her soft belly until she met the short damp curls covering her mound. Despite the bright red blush creeping up her neck he didn’t stop there. Together they cupped her wet vagina, slowly stroking back and forth until he used her fingers to slip between those silken folds.

A moan eased past her lips.

“That’s it, beautiful. For months I thought about how all that softness would feel wrapped around my cock.” He pushed her finger into her dripping slit.

She allowed him to move her hand, forgetting to be self-conscious as waves of shivery sensation washed over her. There was something decadent about fondling herself, the slow exploration of her body with their combined hands, and then it was her hand alone. This was so different from aiming her vibe at the right spot. Delving into her hotness only to slide out again and discover something new. Learning just how soft and pliant her pussy could be was a scintillating turn on she’d never forget. When she dragged her wet fingers over the hardened bud, her body tensed. She stilled, trying to decipher the intense pleasure jangling through her system. She glanced up to find Zach watching her.

The hooded expression in his desire-filled eyes gave her the courage to keep going. “Did you find something?” he said.

She nodded, her fingers seeking the right amount of pressure to bring another wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her lips parted in a moan and Zach swept a kiss on her bare shoulder. He brought his hands around to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. She leaned into him, and her hand never stopped moving. Her hips bucked as she slipped two fingers into her pussy. In and out, in and out while the heel of her hand pressed against her clit.

Cool air raced across her back as he shifted away. The rustle of fabric, the rattle of a belt buckle and finally the crinkle of a small foil packet reached her ears. A moment later he curved a well-muscled forearm around her middle and dragged her against the hard wall of his body. The bare heat of his chest confirmed he’d indeed shed his clothes. The long thick length of him rested on her buttocks. Each hip thrust brought the head of his cock in contact with her core, teasing her.

“Your scent drives me wild.” He swirled his tongue on the sensitive hollow of her shoulder. “That sweet, musky perfume that tells me how much you want me. Show me how you like to be touched.” He rested his hand over hers.

She quivered at his words as well as his caress. He continued to whisper tender encouragements in her ear. She met his stare in the mirror. What a picture they made, his rich mahogany skin a welcome contrast to her pale almond. A sigh parted her lips as she teased her clit.

The combination of his body moving against hers and her fingers slipping in and out of her wet sheath was enough to send her spiraling down her slope.

Zach dragged her closer, easing his condom-covered erection into her slippery folds until his balls scraped her buttocks.  Trisha clutched the hand at her waist as sparks zigzagged through her veins, her muscles continuing to spasm around the hard cock slowly moving inside her, scraping against already sensitized nerves.

She thrust against him, prolonging the waves crashing over and through her, building the heat again. Each languid stroke left her craving more, seeking release, but his unhurried motions made her want to weep. She was so close and yet so far from her goal.

“Oh, beautiful.” He groaned, rubbing his palms along her spine to slap her raised behind.

She moaned, relishing the sharp sting and heat that followed. Her soft cries mingled with his more guttural noises and the slap of flesh on flesh. Each thrust sent the tension coiling tighter, until every cell was poised for release. Centered on the hard dick drilling her pussy until she could take no more, she shattered, toes curling as her bones became liquid.

His pulsing orgasm sent her body into yet another climax. He collapsed over top of her in a tangle of limbs. She lay there panting, turning her head to find his mouth and press a damp kiss to his lips. Sweet daisies, the man knew how to make the earth move.

****

Zach eased from the bed and padded into the bathroom. When he returned, Trisha was still sprawled on the bed. Rose petals dotted her creamy flesh along with the faint imprint of his hand. He crossed to the bed and knelt next to her. With a gentle finger he traced her reddened buttock.

“Does that hurt?”

“Mmm. Feels good.”

He leaned over and placed a kiss at the base of her spine. She shivered beneath his lips.

“So does that.”

“C’mere.” He settled at the head of the bed.

She shifted, her curls spilling over her shoulders and hiding her breasts from view. He closed his arms around her, and she pillowed her head on his chest. Her hair whispered over his hand as he stroked her skin. If he could spend the entire day touching her it wouldn’t be enough.

“So what’s your fantasy?”

She buried her face in his shoulder. After a long silence she lifted her head and peered into his eyes. “A happily ever after.”

He opened his mouth to speak and closed it again. What could he say? “You still believe in happy endings?”

She propped herself on one elbow and rested her cheek in her hand, then drifted lazy circles over his nipple with the other.

A fissure of desire floated through his veins. He couldn’t believe he wanted her again so soon, but no woman had ever aroused him with just her touch. She was now tracing the edge of his tattoo, her fingers daring to go lower.

Heat pooled and throbbed between his legs. Another moment or two and he would have a full erection.

“You sound surprised.” Her lips were soft and moist against his skin. He stifled a groan.

“I figured after everything that’s happened you’d be a little jaded.” The silken rasp of her tongue ignited a longing to have her mouth on a certain part of him.

She shimmied down the mattress, continuing to caress and kiss, only lifting her head to answer. “Shauna and Delia asked the same thing. Marriage or a committed relationship is perfect. It’s the people who are fallible.”

His stomach clenched as her warm breath skittered across his flesh. She teased his belly button with her tongue before fingering the small silver hoop above his navel.

So torturously slow she inched closer to his now raging hard-on. She was so close he could feel the heat of her lips on the head of his cock. With trembling fingers she stroked the head before moving down his shaft, then she circled each one of his balls and worked her way back up.

“You are teasing me.”

“But you’re so beautiful.” She stroked her hand up and over him, before pursing her lips and blowing a stream of air on the head.

He flinched and curled his toes. If she’d just...the moan stuck in his throat as she slid him into her hot wet mouth. She allowed him to slide out, the head poised on her lips, before she swirled her tongue around him and sucked him deep. His hips thrust upwards. Again and again she repeated the motion.

He fisted his hand in her hair, the rapture and enjoyment on her face adding to the heat flaring through his veins. If he could capture this moment, then maybe he could relive it when he wasn’t delirious from pleasure. His fingers fumbled for his phone on the nightstand.

She flattened her tongue and swallowed, his cock relishing the tightness of her mouth. He wanted more. He held her hair away from her face and snapped several pictures.

****

The shutter click didn’t immediately register. When it did, Trisha opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by the bright flash. She tensed and let him slip from her mouth.

She blinked, and the phone wavered in his hand. She pushed off him and rolled off the bed. No, she wasn’t being photographed again.

“Trish? Don’t stop.”

  Ignoring him she snatched up her dress, then frowned in dismay. He’d ripped the bodice. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but not when she needed to leave. What made him decide he should record her? Sweet daisies and she’d been enjoying the taste of him too. She blinked the moisture from her eyes. Now was not the time to indulge in self-pity.

The bed creaked behind her, but she refused to turn around. Instead she wiggled into the dress and knotted the top around her waist. Right now the garment would be a skirt. She snatched up his discarded shirt and hastily buttoned it.

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving.” She raked her eyes over his body, and her hands trembled when his cock lengthened and grew. An answering ache pulsed between her legs and she swallowed. Her body was betraying her.

He stood in front of her, arms crossed as mild annoyance skittered across his face. “Not until you tell me why.”

Trisha stared up at him, his eyes twin pools of silver steel. She stifled a sigh, her nipples puckering at his gaze. “Things were going just fine,” she said and stepped to her left.

“They were.” Zach blocked her path.

He reached out a hand and stroked her hair. She flinched. A frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Trisha?”

She ducked under his arm and grabbed her purse and shoes. “You didn’t have to grab your camera.” When he stared at her blankly, she shook her head. “Never mind.”

Zach snagged a handful of her shirt and spun her around. He pinned her against the wall, eyes piercing hers as his thumb stroked her throat. She swallowed. Even though his hand rested against the sensitive skin, he wasn’t hurting her, but she hated how liquid desire trickled down her thighs. She lifted her chin in defiance, pressing her hands against his bare chest, his skin smooth and warm beneath her palms.

“Why do you feel the need to leave when you’re only half dressed?”

“You ripped my clothes!”

He smirked.

She shoved his chest. Nothing. She stilled when he tightened his hand. Tears burned her eyes.

“What?” Concern oozed from his velvety voice.

“What were you going to do with the pictures?”

He dropped his hand and caressed her cheek before tunneling his fingers through her hair. “Nothing.”

She fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him.

“Nothing, Trish. Absolutely nothing.” He heaved a sigh and dragged his fingers through his own hair.

“Then why take them?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreamin’ and if I was I’d have something to remember the occasion.”

She glanced away. “Oh.” As corny as it sounded and as much as she hated to admit it, she believed him. When she lifted her gaze, he watched her intently. “Get rid of them.”

With a curt nod he walked back to the bed, retrieved his phone and returned to her. In one swift motion, he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her.

“Hey!”