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Authors: Charlotte Howard

Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction

Taking Care Of Leah (8 page)

“Well?” she asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“I don’t usually do this so…soon into a relationship. Not with someone like you.”

The corners of her lips twitched into a small smile at the word relationship, but she wondered what he meant, ‘like her’. He walked toward one of two wardrobes against the back wall. He took a small key from the top and unlocked the door, opening it for her to see.

Leah pinched her lips together between her teeth to stop from giggling as she looked at the cupboard. The door was adorned with hooks, holding up canes, whips, paddles and some items she couldn’t name. She stood up and walked over to get a better look inside. Ty didn’t move, his fingers gripping the door. Leah glanced at him, one eyebrow raised and a smile stretching across her lips.

Shelves had been put in and housed half of the products she would have expected to see in an adult shop. From handcuffs and blindfolds to gags, they all sat waiting to be used. There was also a line of yet more implements, still in their boxes. She picked one out—a pink silicon vibrator, the most innocent-looking toy in the collection. Leah put it back next to a pack of candles.

“You’re not surprised?” he asked, closing the door and twisting the key in the lock.

“So you’re into bondage, or whatever.” She gave a shrug and turned to face him, praying that her nervousness hadn’t shone through her voice, although she feared it might have. He stood only a few inches away, and she could smell the coffee that laced his breath. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that you and Jerry share this…fetish.” Leah ran her hand down the wooden frame of the cupboard, clearing the uncertainty that threatened to make its presence known. “I heard him say something about tossing me his way. I don’t mind”—she patted her palm on the door—“trying this, but I’m not doing a threesome. It’s not something that’s ever been high on my list of likes.”

Ty pressed his lips against hers. He slipped his hand to her ass and gave her a squeeze. “I’m glad you said that.” He smiled. “That’s what we’ve been arguing over. I don’t want to share you.”

“The other night in the club…” With his hands gripped in hers, she led him back to the bed. “Is that what you were doing? Looking for someone to bring back here?”

“Jerry and Lance were.”

“And you warned them off me and Rainie?”

“Yes,” he said, kissing her again. She relaxed into him, allowing him to part her lips with his tongue. Baring herself to him, she swept her hands to the back of his head, fisting her fingers into the ash-brown strands, inhaling his scent as they sank onto the sheets. Ty rolled them until he was positioned between her thighs. Bending a knee, she hooked a leg over one of his and kissed him deeply.

“I haven’t frightened you off then?” He pulled away and looked down at her.

Leah laughed. “No.” Lifting her head, she placed gentle kisses along his bottom lip before taking it between her teeth, nipping him then letting go. “At least now I know what it is about Jerry that freaks me out.” She wriggled beneath him, giving a mock shudder.

Ty rolled to the side, leaning on his elbow to look at her. She arched into his touch as he trailed a finger down her center, and gave a small whimper when he stopped at the waistband of her jeans. “He’s not all bad,” he said, playing with the small brass button.

“So how long do you usually leave it until you introduce girlfriends to your
collection
?”

“Depends…” He shifted his finger to the hem of her top and began to creep under the thin material. “Most of the time, they’re women who I already know have the same…” He took a sharp breath. “Needs,” he blew out, “as me. But if I don’t know them that well, then it could be a few weeks or months.”

“And when you get bored, you…” Her sentence trailed off.

With a finger against her cheek, he forced her to look at him. “I’m not sharing you. In the past yes, but it has always been consensual. Most of the time Jerry had them after me.”

“Your leftovers? Great. Why am I different?”

His lips were on hers. He moved his hand up her body until he cupped her breast, massaging in time to the movements of his mouth. She took slow breaths, and with each one forced her chest up and into his hand. Everything in her tightened, a heavy ball weighed down her core, and she could feel herself becoming wet and ready for him.

“You were a challenge,” he said.

“Me?” she exclaimed with a laugh.

“You were meant to go to the Christmas party. I had it all planned, and you bailed. So I’ve had to spend the past year being content with waiting for you to break something.”

“Well, if I’d known, I’d have broken a lot more, more often.” A giggle resonated through her words. “Anyway, all those times in the classroom on our own… Why didn’t you just take advantage?”

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. You can be very difficult to read.”

“Oh, come off it!” She batted at his chest, stopping to take in the hard warmth. “I couldn’t have been more obvious. What do you want me to do? Bend over a desk to show you what I’ve got?”

Ty growled, throwing an arm over her hip and grabbing at her ass He nuzzled into her neck and nipped at her skin. “Maybe I should add that to the list of things I want to do to you,” he said.

“Inappropriate much?”

“What? It’s the holidays, and we both need to go in at some point. I’m sure we can find an excuse. Paperwork, leaky taps…”

Leah hummed in contentment as his grip softened. She glanced over to the window. It was completely dark, the sun hiding on the other side of the world. “Why do you work at the school? I don’t believe that it’s a job. You have two houses, you own a nightclub—”

“I don’t own a nightclub,” he corrected. “A friend does. I owe her, big time.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He lifted her top until it rested on the mounds of her breasts. Reaching into her bra, he removed her from the cups, resting his palm on one breast, while he took the other into his mouth. He licked her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive pink flesh, grazing her with his teeth until it was fully erect.

Leah sucked in a breath, pressing her shoulders and head into the pillows, arching her back and pushing her breasts into him. Her knickers were well and truly soaked. Her clitoris hummed and throbbed with a burning desire to be touched.

She grabbed hold of his head and pressed him to her cleavage, reveling in the feel of his licks and sucks and caresses. He pinched her other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it a little.

“Fuck,” she breathed, raking her nails down his back, tugging his T-shirt. She felt utterly powerless beneath him. It was as if he had cast some powerful magic spell over her, keeping her in place.

He stepped away from her, pulling the top over his head and dumping it on the floor. Helping her to sit, he removed her top and used one hand to unclip the clasp of her bra.

“I will never be unimpressed by that,” she said, crushing herself against him, slipping her hands into the waistband of his jeans and digging her fingers into the flesh of his bum. “So…” She shifted her glance to the cupboard on the other side of the room and bit her lip nervously as she contemplated her next sentence. “When do I get to play?”

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

 

 

Ty stood by the cupboard and watched her. The moment he’d stood up, she’d stripped until she was wearing only her knickers. They were so wet that they had become transparent and he could see the folds of her labia and the slit of her pussy. His cock, already semi-erect, began to strain at the zip of his jeans.

Leah kept her eyes on his, teasing him with a private show. Her slender fingers traced down until she was cupping herself. He picked out the pink vibrator that she’d been fixated on earlier and removed it from the box.

“Do you always buy new ones when you get a new girlfriend?” she asked around small moans, her fingers toying with the soaked fabric of her knickers. She was oblivious to her use of the word ‘girlfriend’. But Ty noticed. Was that how she saw herself? Was that how he saw her?

A shake of his head and he was back in the room, clutching the vibrator.

It wasn’t a question he’d ever been asked before. He wasn’t sure how to explain that usually he made sure they were cleaned and sterilized, but the last vibrator had been so good that the girl had taken it with her when she left. He decided not to answer at all.

His strides were purposeful but careful—his dick was so hard it was almost painful, restricted behind his boxers and jeans. His need for release was more than evident. Each time she whimpered or groaned at her own pleasure, the sound throbbed through him, adding to his discomfort.

She lay across the bed, her head balanced on the edge, long blonde waves tumbling over the sides. One hand gripped her naked breast, playing with her nipple, while the other was between her legs, rubbing her clitoris. Her mouth shaped into a small ‘o’. Leah opened her eyes, moistening her lips with the edge of her tongue.

“Shit,” he breathed, standing over her, taking the vision of her in. His heart thumped until his chest hurt as much as his groin.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she complained, rolling over and reaching out to fumble the button fly. She pressed her palm against his thick erection, fingertips tickling his balls, and his cock was grateful for the freedom. Dropping the vibrator to the bed, he tugged his clothes off until he was more naked than she was.

“Are you going to use that on me?” she asked, eyeing the toy.

“I was,” he started, distracted for a moment by the way she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving long, slow rubs. “But now I’m thinking I just want to roll you over and fuck you.” He tipped his head back and let out a loud groan as she rolled the pad of her thumb over his engorged head, smearing the clear liquid that oozed out of the tip. She stopped. Placing her thumb on her bottom lip, she licked it clean, keeping her eyes on him.

Ty stepped forward and held his cock with a firm grip. He gave himself one stroke and beckoned for her to sit up. She did as commanded, and without any further instruction, planted her lips around him. He tangled his fingers into her hair, palms against her scalp.

Her mouth was hot. She was hot to watch, and saliva flowed, making him wet. Leah dug her hands into his buttocks, holding him in place as she swirled her tongue around him. She hollowed her cheeks, letting him pop from her between her lips.

“Fuck me, Leah…” His words came out in a rush of air. “If you’re not careful, I’ll come too quickly.”

“So?” she asked, grabbing the vibrator and handing it to him before crawling up the bed, laying her head on the pillows.

He inhaled and exhaled through his nose. “Before we do any of this, I need to know how…” He danced around the word, not wanting to be offensive. “Experienced you are.”

“I’ll tell you my number, if you tell me yours.” She smiled, biting on her bottom lip.

“I don’t mean that.” He lay down next to her and began to squeeze her breasts, one then the other, bending his head and taking her nipple in his mouth, tonguing it until it was stiff. “I mean—”

“Ohhh…” she said, elongating the word. “You mean have I ever tried bondage? No. Not really.” She shook under him, moving her hands to the back of his head as he trailed his kisses farther down. “Spanking,” she said on a breath. “Yes, and I’ve had handcuffs used on me before, but never…you know… Nothing further. But I do own toys, so don’t be afraid about using that thing.”

Looking up, he saw the sincerity etched into her blue eyes. Still, he couldn’t help but doubt her confidence and bravado, convinced it was a façade. There was something in the way she’d spoken of the handcuffs that left him with a ball in his stomach. He wandered a hand over her knickers. “Christ,” he murmured, cupping her and realizing how ready she was for him. With one finger, he slipped her knickers aside and swept over her entrance, dipping in and out, testing her.

She wriggled into his palm. Ty pulled his hand away and twisted the base of the toy. It whirred quietly, and the skin of the shaft rippled as the metal beads inside began to rotate. He pressed the vibrating tip against her clitoris, waiting for her to explode.

He shuffled closer to her, resting his erection against her thigh. The desperate need to feel her caused his cock to throb and pulsate until it ached. Holding the toy with one hand, he used the other to play with her tits and rested his head by her ribs so that he could watch as she lifted her pelvis to meet the pink vibrator.

Leah arched her back. Her moans of delight sounded louder with his ear so close to her chest. He pinched a nipple, his dick leaking as she squealed and shuddered in response. Fuck, she was close, and so was he.

Sitting up, he moved so he was between her thighs, looking down at her, toy still where he wanted to put his cock. He switched it off and put it next to her leg. She began to complain, but he silenced her by placing his palm over her knickers. If she’d been wet before, she was saturated now.

He slipped his finger beneath the waistband, and she lifted her bum to help him remove them. “I’m keeping these too,” he said, tossing them to the side. “I think it would be better if you don’t wear knickers when you’re with me.”

“Really,” she said, arching an eyebrow into her forehead.

“Every time you do, I’m going to take them off and keep them.”

“And what do you do with them?” she questioned, wiggling her hips. “Don’t tell me you’re a secret cross-dresser.”

“No.” He laughed. “I can assure you, I’m not.”

“Do you have a collection of other women’s knickers?”

He responded by thrusting a finger between her folds, circling it as he found his way inside her. A cry ripped from her throat, followed by a grumble of complaint as he took his finger out. “Don’t ask stupid questions,” he said, plunging it back in. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. I could come just playing with you.” Ty dipped his head to her chest and sucked on a nipple, leaving it wet to the open air.

Taking the vibrator back in his hand and switching it on, he poised it where his hand had been. Using his fingers, he parted her outer lips, and he glanced over her for a moment before pushing the toy into her.

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