He seemed so stern, so assertive, and that show of dominance aroused her more than she’d ever thought possible, she realized, as she rolled onto her hands and knees and assumed the explicit position he was not-so-patiently waiting for. She stretched her arms above her head and kept her legs locked together as she raised her bottom as high as it could go, wondering how she could be such a strong, confident, self-assured woman in her daily life yet so willing to acquiesce to this man’s orders in the bedroom.
But the answer didn’t really matter, not when her body was already buzzing with anticipation, quivering with need.
With her cheek pressed to the soft, cool comforter and her back arched to accommodate her upturned hips, she closed her eyes as she felt Wes move onto the bed. He knelt behind her, pressing his knees against the outside of hers, pinning them together and preventing her from opening her legs at any time.
“Jesus, you have such a fine, pretty ass,” he murmured as he kneaded the soft flesh in his hands. “It’s going to look even prettier after I spank it. Are you ready to be disciplined for your actions tonight?”
Arousal and the slightest trickle of apprehension mingled inside her. “Yes,” she whispered, and braced herself for the unknown.
“This is for tempting me with that French maid costume,” he said, his voice low and rough as he spanked her right cheek.
She jerked in shock and moaned into the comforter, and he soothed the sting with a gentle caress of his palm, which was an unexpected and pleasant contrast to the smack he’d just delivered.
“This one is for giving away several of my poker hands.” Another searing slap landed on her backside, causing her hips to buck against his and his erection to push insistently between her thighs.
The heavy pressure of his cock trying to work its way toward her pussy made her desperate to spread her legs, to coax his shaft to fill her up where she was starting to ache so badly she was tempted to put her fingers on her clit and ease the building tension all on her own. But there was no way to move her knees apart since he kept them restrained with his own, and she knew that he’d add to the punishment if she defied him by touching herself.
“And let’s not forget the appetizers you deliberately burned and those disgusting pizzas you ordered.” Two blows in quick succession had her gasping from the heat expanding like wildfire across her ass.
She grabbed at the comforter with her hands and whimpered, even as the initial pain ebbed into a tingling sensation that made her sex swell with need and slick moisture coat the insides of her thighs. God, how could she be so turned on by a spanking? Why was something that should have been degrading making her so frantic for yet another release?
“And finally, for spilling the beer in my lap.” A crack of sound rent the air, making Natalie dizzy and breathless, her entire being trembling as her pussy grew softer, wetter, hotter.
A guttural groan echoed from behind her as Wes gripped her hips in his hands. “Seeing my handprint on your ass is so fucking hot.”
The possessive tone of his voice did something to Natalie deep inside. Made her feel ridiculously desired and inexplicably vulnerable because of how badly she wanted him. As if feeling him moving inside her was as imperative as her next breath.
“Wes . . . I need . . . ” God, she couldn’t even explain in words what he did to her.
“I know what you need, baby,” he murmured, suddenly sounding just as impatient as she was. Finally.
Still keeping her legs tight together, he guided his erection down the crease of her ass, gradually pressing that thick column of flesh deeper, farther, until the tip of his cock rubbed along the slippery cleft between her legs. He pumped his hips a few times, lubricating the length of his shaft with her arousal, then positioned himself at the opening that led to her core.
She could hear his erratic breathing behind her. So slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, he sank into her, forcing her to feel every single sensation of his erection rubbing against her inner walls, until he was as deep as he could go and she was stretched deliciously full.
It tore a moan of pleasure from her throat that merged with his equally strangled groan. He managed to reach up and grab a pillow and shoved it beneath her stomach, then pressed her hips down toward the mattress while keeping their bodies joined. The firm pillow kept her ass raised at just the right height and angle for Wes as he stretched out over her. He covered her from behind, his hard body surrounding hers, keeping her confined beneath him, to fuck as he pleased.
He pushed her hair off to one side, and bracing his forearms on either side of her, he nuzzled his face against the side of her neck as he withdrew to the head of his cock and lazily slid right back in again, groaning as her body clasped his dick in the softest, silkiest heat.
“I honestly thought this was going to be a hard, fast fuck,” he rasped into her ear as he flexed his hips tight against her ass, completely fusing them together. “And maybe we’ll work up to that, but right now, I want to feel everything.”
Oh, Lord, so did she. “Yes . . .”
“This”—he pumped into her again, shuddering as he rolled his pelvis and she swallowed his cock whole—“is goddamn perfection. The way your tight, hot pussy is gripping me like a closed fist, the soft cushion of your ass buffering my thrusts . . . the way you’re trying to spread your legs so you can take control. Not gonna happen until I let it, baby.”
She whimpered, because everything about what he was doing to her was pure, delightful, sublime agony. He continued to torture her with his explicit words that made her internal muscles constrict around his cock. With the steady downward pressure of his body behind hers and the hand he slid beneath her hips and between her thighs so that the stroke of his fingers could add another level of need.
It was all too much . . . and not nearly enough. She was excruciatingly aroused, and she curled her fingers tighter into the bed covers, an anchor to hold on to and her only way to push back against each leisurely slide of his shaft, to entice him to take her harder, faster.
He chuckled at her efforts, the sound husky and full of sin. “Such a greedy girl. You want to fuck my cock?”
More than her next breath. “Yes . . . yes, please.”
The weight of his body behind her and on top of her eased up, enabling Natalie to finally rock her hips back against his, slamming his cock so deep inside her that she gasped at the intensity of it. She moved forward as much as Wes would allow, then back again, sliding up and down his shaft in an erratic rhythm while he worked her clit with his fingers.
His mouth touched down between her shoulder blades, trailing up to her neck for a rough love bite that made her buck beneath him. With a soft mewling sound of frustration, she pressed her ass up against his belly even higher, desperate for more friction to get her off.
“Push back against me, baby,” he growled, clearly closing in on his own climax. “Harder. Faster. Grind your ass against my aching dick. Buck against me, take what you want. What you fucking need.”
She did all those things, arching her neck and crying out as Wes lunged forward, plowing into her with a force that made her see a thousand bright stars. His next driving thrust, along with the way he applied exquisite pressure to her clit between two fingers, made her completely detonate. She cried out and clawed at the bed as her legs shook uncontrollably and her pussy milked his cock.
Only then did she feel Wes let go of his restraint. He pounded into her harder—fast and furious strokes that quickly turned short and erratic, as did his breathing. With one last jarring, feverish thrust, he stiffened against her ass, his harsh curse turning into a ragged shout of pleasure as he gave himself over to his own raging orgasm.
Chapter Ten
Once Wes recovered, he moved off of Natalie and flopped onto the bed beside her on his back. She felt boneless and couldn’t move her limbs, either, but she turned her head and felt herself smile when he opened just one eye to peek at her, looking adorably sheepish, an amusing contradiction to the aggressive man who’
d all but fucked her brains out just moments ago.
They were both totally naked, lying on their backs, staring at one another. His dark hair was a gorgeous mess around his head, and the barest hint of stubble was appearing on his jaw, and she had to resist the urge to touch it with her fingers, just to feel the coarse texture so she could imagine later what it might feel like abrading her skin in sensitive places.
It really wasn’t fair that he could look so damn sexy when she was fairly certain she looked completely and totally debauched—by him. In fact, normally she’d be dragging a sheet over her body, but there was no sense feeling self-conscious about her nudity, not when he’d seen and touched just about every part of her, all in one night.
“You okay?” she asked with a soft laugh. Because, yeah, he looked totally wasted, and she couldn’t help but feel a little ego boost that she’d done that to him.
“I’m great.” He grinned back at her, and with a groan, he started to move off the bed. “But I’ll be better once I get rid of this condom, so give me a sec. And while I’m gone, don’t you dare move or cover that perfect body of yours.”
She blushed at the compliment and remained right where she was while he padded off to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, crawling his way back up toward her from the foot of the bed until he was back by her side.
He looked momentarily disappointed. “Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t listen to my request so I could turn you over and spank you again.”
She groaned at the memory of how hot his hand had felt smacking her tender backside. “I think I’m going to be a little sore tomorrow.”
“I hope so,” he said, a tad bit arrogant as he propped himself up on his side so he was looking down at her. “For two reasons. Because one, you were a very bad girl tonight and deserved a sexy punishment to remind you just who won our bet and who’s in charge, which would be me, of course. And two, I want you to think of me every time you move or sit down and feel your panties chafing against your delicate, sensitive skin.”
Of course he would, she thought with a mental eye roll. “I’m going to wear my best silk underwear so there will be no chafing involved.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. “If I had my way, I wouldn’t let you wear any panties at all for the duration of our bet,” he said in a low, husky growl.
Her stomach did a little somersault as she shook her head. “I am not going commando, no matter what you say.”
“We’ll see,” he murmured as he leisurely checked her out, from her face, down her naked body to her legs, and back up again. Then, he followed that up with his fingers, skimming them along the lower swells of her breasts and lightly trailing the tips down her sternum.
“What are you doing?” she asked, because he suddenly seemed so preoccupied, beyond the obvious.
He half grinned at her, and she tried not to let her heart flutter like an infatuated schoolgirl’s. “I’m just confirming that you’re not a fantasy.” Those long fingers returned to her breasts and circled her nipples, and he watched as they tightened into hard, tight peaks. “That you’re really in my bed and what we just did wasn’t a figment of my imagination.”
She raised a brow curiously at his revealing words. “Are you saying you’ve fantasized about me?”
“Too many times to count,” he admitted with a sigh. “Though what we just did far surpassed any fantasy I’ve ever had.”
His confession was so unexpected, especially when she thought of how many years she’d fantasized about him. The only exception to those lustful thoughts had been during her time with Mitch, when she’d packed them away, believing that he’d be the only man in her life for the rest of their days together.
But now she was single again, and she couldn’t deny that Wes was the best sex she’d ever had. And like the greedy girl he’d called her, she wanted more. More hot, erotic encounters. More fantasies to explore. More of Wes being in control sexually and her enjoying letting a man take the lead because she knew it was all part of the game.
She’d never been a woman who slept around with numerous men, and she didn’t want to start now. But as Wes bent down and licked her taut nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth and her body started purring with pleasure all over again, she couldn’t deny that this arrangement of theirs could possibly benefit them both.
His teeth gently sank into the soft flesh of her breast, and she gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair, gripping the strands tightly to try and keep her thoughts grounded. “I . . . I think we ought to make an amendment to the bet,” she said breathlessly, before she lost her nerve.
“Yeah?” His tone was mildly curious as his free hand cupped her other breast, squeezing the flesh and plucking her nipple with his fingers. “What do you have in mind?”
God, it was difficult to think straight while in the throes of being ravished by Wes, but somehow she managed to gather her words together. “Adding sex to the agreement, for the duration of me fulfilling my end of the deal.”
“Why, little Natalie Prescott,” he said, lifting his head from her chest so that she could see his dark, mesmerizing blue eyes rounded with feigned shock. “Are you propositioning me?”
She glared at him. He had no business looking scandalized, even if it was all an act, when he was probably a pro at propositioning women. “Yes, I am,” she said, deciding to own it. “The way I see it, we can either go back to being frenemies and irritating each other while ignoring the sexual tension that has now been let out of the bag, so to speak, or we can take advantage of our situation for the next couple of weeks and enjoy more of this,” she finished, waving an awkward hand between their naked bodies. Geez, she was so inept at this sort of thing.
The faintest hint of amusement touched his features. “So, you want to be fuck buddies?”
She inwardly cringed at the crass term, but hey, they might as well call a spade a spade. “Fuck buddies, a hook-up, frenemies with benefits, a booty call, boning each other. Take your pick, as long as we’re exclusive for the rest of the two weeks.” That was a deal breaker for her, even if they were only having a temporary fling.
Quiet humor danced in his eyes. “Did you just say ‘boning each other’?”
She shrugged and bit back a grin of her own. “Boning . . . forking . . . ”
“Spooning?” he asked hopefully.
Never would she have imagined that Wes was a spooner. But she wasn’t opposed to having his big, hard body tucked up behind hers every now and then. “That’s negotiable.”
He laughed deeply, and she realized that this was the first time they’d ever been so relaxed and at ease with one another. Who would have thought having dirty, x-rated sex would make them more civil to each other, that they’d be able to chat in bed naked and not want to throttle the other person? But that underlying tension seemed to have abated for now, and it honestly felt good to just be together without having her guard up around Wes.
He flattened his palm on her belly, his big hand and long fingers nearly spanning her hip to hip. A small frown marred his brows as he met her gaze. “How do you think your brother would feel about us ‘boning’?”
His tone was light, his choice of word a tease, but she knew he wasn’t joking around about the brother part of his question. He seemed genuinely concerned, which she found odd.
“We’ve already had sex, Wes, so that’s kind of beside the point, don’t you think? Besides, I’m an adult, and Connor doesn’t have a say in who I sleep with, nor does he ever have to know. This . . . you . . . us . . . we’re both scratching an itch,” she said, trying to find a way to keep everything breezy and casual when she’d never had breezy, casual sex in her life. “And you’re going to be my transition guy, so it’s all good.”
“Your transition guy?” he repeated, seemingly not clear on the term.
She nodded and turned on her side to face Wes, wanting him to know that she wasn’t looking for anything serious, that she didn’t expect anything from him but great
sex. No strings. No commitments. No promises. They’d part ways having gotten each other out of their systems, and she could get her head back into the dating game. It really was the perfect arrangement, for both of them.
She placed her hand on his chest, the skin warm beneath her palm. “I haven’t been with anyone since Mitch,” she told him, pushing the words out. Even though she didn’t want to have this conversation with Wes, she needed to clarify her transition guy comment. “I’ve moved on emotionally, because let’s face it, he was a lying, cheating, cock-sucking asshole.” Damn, that felt good to say out loud.
Wes’s deep, rumbling chuckle reverberated against her hand. “Personally, I never liked the guy. I always thought you were way too good for him.”
She blinked at Wes in surprise, not sure what to make of his comment, or the fact that he’d even paid any attention to her relationship with Mitch.
“Umm, anyway, I figure it’s time for me to get back on the horse again—”
“Or in this case, get back on the cock again?” he asked, his eyes glinting with humor as he traced the dip of her waist, then up the curve of her hip with his lazy fingers.
His sensual touch made her nipples pucker tighter and a liquid heat pool in her belly and lower. She fought the arousing distraction, at least until she was done explaining. “So, this thing between us . . . the sex, the boning,” she added with a grin, just to inject some levity into the conversation as she slid a hand down his stomach to his semi-erect shaft and stroked him to full-fledge in her palm, “is all about having fun and enjoying an unemotional fling, without any expectations on either of our parts. I get that you’re not a settling-down kind of guy, but you’re the guy I want to have wild, anything-goes sex with before I get serious about dating again.”
The look in his eyes was undecipherable, and his expression seemed . . . off, or maybe she was just imagining things or reading too much into his quiet demeanor. But he hadn’t refused her idea, and she took that as a sign that he was totally on board with her proposition. What guy wouldn’t be?
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