Take Me to Bed: A Collection of Naughty Bedtime Stories

by Michelle Windsor

  That’s more of a pass than I deserve, but I don’t care. I’ll take it. And the name works for me in a big way, too. “Call me that again.”

  “Mr. Aston?” Her voice is all breathy now. I don’t care if she’s putting it on for effect.

  “Yeah.” I’m reduced to caveman grunts.

  She sways toward me again and I grip her hips. Every sense is heightened as her body brushes against mine. It’s like a drug. I want more of her nearness. More of her body, more of her scent.

  Fuck. I guide her exactly where I want her and it feels damn perfect. Her leggings are thin enough for me to feel the curve of her muscles, the softness of her ass, and right against where my cock strains at my suit pants, the heat of her pussy.

  I don’t grind into her. I don’t need to. I’m thick and hard, and the way she’s breathing, she knows it. I curse again in my head, and maybe out loud, because she jerks her gaze back to my face.

  We’re in the backseat of a limo and the tension is zapping like we might strip down right here. Can’t wait five fucking minutes.

  I wouldn’t even need to get her naked.

  I could—

  The limo pulls to a stop and Jana jolts, then scrambles off my lap as she lets out a quiet, nervous giggle and pulls on her parka.

  Yeah. Shit, but even the jolt of reality does nothing for my erection. I cup the back of my neck and think about stock numbers.

  That helps right up until she puts her hand on my knee. “Come on then, Mr. Aston. Show me your fancy hotel room.”

  I let her lead until we’re in the lobby, which is nice, but not the Plaza. Then I press my hand into the small of her back and guide her to the elevator. “It’s not that fancy,” I murmur against the curve of her ear. “But it’s private. And that’s all that matters.”

  At the base of her neck, her pulse jumps.

  That makes up for everything about this rustic Christmas-themed town that doesn’t have a decent penthouse.

  “So we’ve determined that I’ve been busy, and lonely.” I grin down at her as she leans into my side. “You’ve been good?”

  We’re alone on the elevator, but she still pauses before she answers. “I’ve been…distracted.”

  “By?” I slide her parka open. Her sweater underneath—fuzzy, pale pink sabotage for questing fingers—limits what I can do, but her collarbone is bare.

  She shudders as I trace the edge of where her sweater meets her creamy skin. “You. What we didn’t do that afternoon.” She licks her lips as I raise a line of goosebumps. “What I want you to do—”

  Ding.

  The elevator doors slide open and I guide her out, my legs moving fast now, because there are a lot of ways she could end that sentence and I like every single one.

  I’ve got a loft suite at the end of the hall. Halfway down the hall, Jana twists to look at me, a smile on her face, and my hand slips from her back to her elbow.

  She turns her arm and as my hand drops, she slides her fingers through mine and squeezes my hand.

  I want to fuck this girl into next week. I want to get on my knees and bury my face between her legs. I want her screaming my name because I’m sucking on her tits.

  But her holding my hand hits me on a whole different level.

  There’s what I want to do—so much, over and over again—and then there’s this, which is fucking sweet, and probably unconscious for her.

  It reminds me we come from two different worlds. There isn’t much about me that’s sweet. I’m ruthless. Demanding.

  And when it comes to Jana, I already know I’m hungry. Maybe just as much for the sweet as anything else.

  I glance up and down the hall. We’re alone.

  “Come here.” I pull her to me, keeping our hands together. Her eyes widen and her lips part. Making her react like that? Fucking addictive. I lift her fingers to my mouth and kiss her knuckles, then press her back against the wall as she exhales. Another sound I love. She stretches onto her toes as I slide our hands up the wall, pinning her in place.

  Then I kiss her. Hard, fast. Demanding and hungry. Ruthlessly. I put everything I am into the kiss, showing her with my mouth what I don’t know how to say out loud. I’m a hard man who wants to take everything she has.

  I’m not adorable.

  I’ve never been into hand-holding, although if anyone could convince me otherwise, it’ll be Jana. Hell, she may have done it with one touch.

  She says my name when I pull back. Her voice is breathy and hitching, and her lips are swollen.

  Our hands are still entwined and pressed against the wall.

  I want to lean in and kiss her again. She has other ideas.

  “What are you waiting for?” She wiggles her fingers free and slides out from under my arm. “I believe I was promised a private hotel room where we could act out all my filthy fantasies.”

  Okay, so maybe she’s not a completely incurable romantic. I slide my room key out of my pocket and wrap my arm around her, palming her ass as I scoop her into my side

  She leans right into me and brings her mouth to my ear as I try to get the door open. “I owe you an orgasm, Mr. Aston.”

  Right. Game on.

  15

  Jana

  In any wild and crazy plan, there’s a moment when you realize, oh shit, I don’t actually know what I’m doing.

  Given that this is my second middle of the day hook-up with Jake, I shouldn’t be nervous. And I’m doing a bang-up job of pretending I’m not. Fake it ’til you make it is something I’m really good at.

  But I can’t trick myself that much, and I’m totally faking it.

  I don’t know what I’m doing as he opens the door to a decidedly not-fancy hotel room, not that I care in the least. Hell, the limo was nicer than most hotel rooms I’ve stayed in. And frankly, all I can see right now is Jake and his wicked, sinful grin.

  A grin that says I owe him a…blow job? Hand job? Bent over the couch job?

  I’m down for all of that, but do I just do it? Drop to my knees? Actually, that sounds like a great idea. Sink to your knees, I tell myself, but I don’t pay attention, because I can’t move. I’m pinned in place by that grin as the door clicks shut and Jake prowls toward me.

  His hands unbutton his suit jacket. That is ridiculously hot. I like the uniform. But I think I lied when I told him I missed it. This whole suit thing really works for me. The perfect tailoring. The casual way he shrugs it off and hangs it over a chair.

  His gaze never leaves my face as he magics away my parka—poof—and then lifts me up, his hands on my hips, my ass. He carries me through the suite, kissing me like he just can’t get enough.

  Okay, this is good. This is familiar I-can’t-get-enough-either territory. And I’m happy for him to take charge again. He knows what he’s doing, clearly.

  But… “Do you want me to—”

  He spanks my ass as he plants a foot on the first step of the stairs. “I want you to hold on tight, wild thing. I haven’t forgotten the beast fantasy.”

  Holy shit.

  Holy. Shit.

  Yes. Okay, this has to be a dream, because I am not this lucky. I squeeze my thighs around his hips and wrap my arms tighter around his neck, but he’s got me. He takes the stairs quickly, and the next thing I know, he’s laying me down on a bed.

  A really big bed.

  In a big, private room.

  It’s totally quiet, and I can’t hear any of the hotel noise.

  Which means probably nobody is going to hear our noise, either. “Wow,” I breathe. “So we’re alone. And…orgasms are imminent.”

  He grins down at me at the same time as he slides a hand under my sweater. “That’s the plan.”

  I shiver as he ghosts his palm up the trembling flat of my stomach, over the curve of my ribs, and finds my aching breast. His gaze turns hooded and dark as he traces around my nipple, then tighter to the peak as I arch into his touch.

  Touching. I want to do that, too.

  “Take o
ff your shirt,” I whisper.

  He makes a noncommittal noise and leans in to kiss me. I let him, because I’m easy like that. But I really want to see him naked.

  “Please?” I ask when he moves to my neck.

  He groans and pushes up.

  I reward him by pulling off my sweater.

  He groans again, and yes, those are the sounds I want. More of that. More of that reckless, need-you-now intensity. I kick off my boots, sending them flying across the room, then pull my legs up. It’s hard to make stripping off long woolen socks sexy, but I do my best as he starts on the buttons of his shirt.

  I knew he was hot. I’ve touched myself imagining what he looks like under his uniform. But my imagination had nothing on the reality of how broad his shoulders are, how muscled he is and how perfect his abs are.

  So. Fucking. Lickable.

  I do exactly that. I scramble onto all fours and kiss his abs as I help him with his belt. I want him all the way naked.

  The feeling is mutual, because he tugs my cami over my head, but that just tangles my arms up and suddenly we’re both laughing.

  “So desperate to have you naked against me,” he growls, flipping me onto my back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom packet, which he flips onto the pillow.

  I have no filter, so I commented, “You were prepared.”

  “I had unfinished business with your sweet little pussy. Take off your pants.”

  I wiggle out of them, taking my panties with them, because there’s nothing fancy about those. They go with the suite, and therefore belong on its floor.

  Since I finish first, I can watch him peel himself out of his suit pants, then his black boxer briefs. He’s gorgeous, every single inch. His legs are incredible, long and muscled, and his hips make me swallow an inhuman sound.

  All of that pales to what’s between his legs, though—well not literally. Right now it’s bobbing in the air.

  And it’s huge.

  I reach for him and wrap my fingers around the nicest looking erection I’ve ever seen. Hands-down. It’s a work of art. Warm and hard, thick and perfect. But big. He’s hung like a donkey.

  No, that’s not a sexy thought. Fuck. Oh, crap, brain. Turn around. Go somewhere else.

  Jake wraps his hand around mine, probably since I haven’t moved it. Hand job fail. He strokes himself slowly, using my hand, and I gasp. Oh, the heat of him feels so good under my palm.

  But he mistakes my gasp, because he stops and drops beside me. “What is it?”

  I can’t form all the words I want to say. I want you in my mouth. I want you inside me. I want I want I want… Instead, out pops my first reaction. “You’re really big.”

  “Are you panicking?” His eyebrows shoot up and he grins. “You know I’ve heard that it always fits, and there’s no reason—”

  I press my fingers against his lips because oh my God, no, I’m not worried about that. I can’t wait for that. “I’m only panicking about my overactive imagination and limited vocabulary, and the unfortunate collision of the two that made me think that you’re hung like a donkey.”

  His face freezes in this comical exaggeration of confusion. Eyebrows up and pulled together, his mouth twisting into a what-the-fuck expression that makes me think I’ve just ruined my first and last hookup with a billionaire. Well, second and last if I count our first time, but I didn’t know he was a billionaire then.

  And I hadn’t seen his cock.

  “But…” His face slowly relaxes and he gives me a cocky, shit-eating grin. “Is a donkey really that hung?”

  My brain stutters on his question. What?

  “I mean, really…you don’t think I’m hung like a horse?” He leans in and lets his very heavy, still very hard erection bump into my leg. “Maybe a fucking stallion? What’s this donkey bullshit about?”

  I gape up at him and he starts to laugh.

  I laugh, too, and none of it does anything to change the totally ready state of his definitely impressive erection.

  “Right. Stallion. So big it stunned me a little,” I whisper, trying to regain some semblance of dignity here.

  But there’s no room for dignity. Just laughter and heat, oh, yeah, that bubbling heat that hadn’t left and now is roaring right back. Because he’s lowered himself onto me and it’s all skin-on-skin, sending skittering whispers of sensation throughout my body.

  “So big it made your mouth water?” he asks, leading me on.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “So big it made you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  “So big it made you crazy?”

  “Jake!” I spread my legs around him and press my pussy against him, showing him how wet and crazy I am.

  He grabs the condom and I roll it on him with shaking fingers as he slides his fingers between my legs. I’m totally ready, and with an unsteady stroke of my hand down his length, so is he.

  “Put me inside you, Jana.” His voice is husky, his words slow and heady. I tilt my hips and slide him through my wetness as he cups my cheek, moving over me. That feels good, just rubbing together, but I want more. All it takes is a little rock, and his thick tip is notched at my entrance, already stretching me.

  I gasp as he pushes in, forging his space inside me. Oh God… A rush of heat sweeps through me as he takes over, pressing my legs up and wide. Opening me up so he can stake his claim.

  “Ahhh, yeah. Wild thing. So fucking good.” He groans as his balls slap against me, then thrusts again, deepening the delicious ache inside me.

  He inhales roughly as he moves his hips slowly, easing in and out until I’m rocking with him.

  “Good?” This time it’s a question, and I nod. So good.

  “Perfect,” I breathe.

  “Fucking right. You make me want to lose control, you know that?”

  I tangle my fingers in his hair and bring my mouth to his. “I don’t want control. I just want you.”

  With a hiss, he pulls my lower lip into his mouth and sucks as he pistons his cock into me, harder this time.

  I make a helpless whimper that he clearly likes, because he throbs inside me and thrusts again, fast now. Rough and intense. Our mouths slide back and forth, not really kissing. Fucking, maybe. Sloppy and wet, but it’s so hot. I want him everywhere. I want his mouth, and his hands. I want his breath.

  “You feel so good,” he mutters. His gaze is hypnotic, holding my eyes as he pins me down. “So tight. So hot. Fuck, I have to taste you.”

  And then he’s out of me, and I’m crying out, because I’m so empty without that solidness inside me, I’m floating and crazy and I need him—

  But then he gives me his tongue.

  He licks me, up one side and then the other, before circling my clit and sliding right down the middle. He licks me like he’s starving, then he softens his tongue and tortures me. I’m begging him for his cock, his tongue, his fingers, and he’s making all sorts of wild, dirty promises.

  In this moment, I believe every single one of them. He’s a sex superhero.

  “Come for me, wild thing. Come on my fingers. Come on my face. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to come again on my cock. That’ll be round one.”

  Round one? An insane kind of storm starts inside me. A crazy, delicious twisting of promises and hope and base, dirty feelings. His fingers thrust into me as his tongue works all the spots he’s found on my pussy that make me squirm—more than I knew existed, especially as he licks around his fingers, holy bananas. And it starts, deep inside. Slowly I turn into liquid fuel.

  All it takes is a match. A spark.

  A thrust of his fingers and a final swipe of his tongue, and I explode. Human combustion is a real thing and I may have just killed Jake with my thighs.

  Maybe not, though. He is a superhero, after all. And he’s soaring too, above me.

  Inside me again. Pushing into me, through me. He keeps me flying while he loses himself, while he starts shaking and loses all rhythm, but t
hat’s okay. It’s good to know superheroes are human too, especially when they’ve seen you stripped bare.

  When they’ve seen you stripped back to your desperate, human need.

  I cling to him as he surges into me and shudders, coming hard inside me.

  I force myself to let him go as he rolls to the side, holding on to the condom.

  And then relief quakes though me hard as he pulls me right against him, skin-to-skin again, because it took everything in me to stop clinging and I need this.

  He whispers my name.

  I need that, too.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice almost nothing.

  I kiss his sweat-damp chest. “Thank you. For the sex…and the compliment.”

  He laughs weakly. “Oh, Jana. God, you’re funny. And sexy.”

  I should like the beautiful compliment more, maybe. But this one heats up my cheeks. “Keep ’em coming, Mr. Aston. I’m very agreeable to nice things being said about me.”

  “I’ve got a long list, wild thing.” He rolls into me and kisses me, his lips soft and warm. He tastes like sex. “We’ll cover a few more of them after the next round.”

  “You were serious about that?” I grin. “I’m not complaining.”

  “Good. Because we’re doing that over and over again.” He crawls down my body, nipping at my belly, then he licks the crease between my thigh and my pussy. “Until every inch of you smells like me, and every inch of me is marked by you.”

  I tip my head back. Yes please.

  16

  Jana

  Round three is in the shower.

  Jake pins me against the wall and touches me all over until I’m begging for his cock and then he gives me that, hard and fast.

  Now we’re lying on the bed, towels lazily wrapped around us. Sort of wrapped. Jake’s trying to get at my breasts and I’m giggling. I’m also not giving up any sort of fight, because the way he touches me is magic.