Frisky Business (Kinky Chronicles, #5)

by Jodi Redford

  “Well, I’d tell you I’m a huge fan of your cock, but I think you’ve already figured that out.”

  “What, no love for my ass? I’m wounded.”

  She stretched her arm out and groped the body part in question. “Damn, I could bounce a quarter on your tush.”

  “Maybe later. Right now I have something else in mind.” He turned her around and lifted her so she could hook her legs around his flanks. Thank the stars he didn’t have to worry about replacing the condom. That walk to the bed might as well have been a mile with how desperate he was to be inside her.

  Looking into her eyes while he was buried balls-deep in her was surreal, intense, and another addiction that’d likely require a twelve step program to kick. “Wow,” she whispered. “The blindfold was hot, but this is kinda amazing. And you’re technically not even doing anything.”

  “Is that a subtle hint?”

  She cracked the sassy grin that always did funny things to his gut.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” He pinned her firmly against the window. “Hold on to your pussy, sweetheart, because you’re about to get mastered by Kink.”

  “Ooh, your cheesy name puns make me positively swoony.”

  “Yeah? And what does this do to you?” He retreated slightly before gliding into her pussy again, putting a little extra grind on the tail end of his stroke. She arched her back. A shivery look washing over her face, she gripped his neck.

  “I...” She licked her lips, her gaze unfocused.

  “You what?” He ruthlessly teased her with another shallow plunge of his cock.

  “I think...,” she swallowed, visibly struggling to get the words out, “I’m going to...”

  “Come? Is that what you’re going to do?” He squeezed her ass and pumped into her, hard and deep, rattling the window pane with each thrust. Her nails dug into him, her breaths growing choppy. Seeing her on the edge, feeling her hot and liquid around him, this moment would be branded into his memory forever. “Say my name again when you lose it on me.”

  “Jack.” Her entire body shuddered and her pussy clamped him like a vise. Her chokehold on his cock proved his undoing. He slammed into her one last time, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as shockwave after shockwave of pleasure ripped through him. His knees decided that’d be an excellent time to give out. He staggered, barely saving himself from toppling. More concerned about the possibility of dropping Jane than anything, he eased them onto the floor. They stared at each other for a second before giving into the ridiculousness of the moment with uncontrolled laughter.

  Shit, they really were two peas from the same crazy ass pod.

  Jane recovered from her spurt of hilarity first and rubbed her watering eyes. “Oh man, I’m beyond thankful that you have excellent upper body strength.”

  “Would have completely ruined the moment if I’d dropped you on your head, huh?”

  “Pretty much.” She flashed a grin. “But I’d probably still let you screw my brains out again.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  She could count on one hand the number of times she woke up sprawled on top of a man. And that would add up to exactly zilch. Always easier to part ways the night before. No awkward decision of having to kick the man out of her bed, or take a walk of shame if they’d hooked up at his place. But waking up with Jack felt nice. Super nice. Like an I-could-really-get-used-to-this kind of nice.

  Don’t get ahead of yourself. Keeping that reminder forefront in her noggin, she quietly slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. After some much needed relieving the bladder business, she washed up and surreptitiously inspected herself in the mirror. No denying she resembled a woman who’d wallowed in a night of debauchery. Crazy bed-hair and raccoon eyes courtesy of the eye makeup she’d forgotten to remove last night.

  “What a fucking hussy you are.” Nodding in approval, she gave her reflection a Thumb’s Up. “Keep that awesome shit up.”

  Oh, what a glorious thing it was to have her mojo back. Who would have thought it’d be delivered by Jack? Not her, for damn sure. Had she completely forgiven him for his subterfuge? Not exactly. But it was a little hard to stay angry with a man who’d given her half a dozen orgasms. Actually, it might have been more. Basically, it was a miracle she could walk. Enough said.

  She returned to the bed and blatantly ogled him while he snored softly. Damn, he looked too inviting to resist. All that tanned skin and sculpted muscle. Then there was her favorite muscle of all. She leaned on her elbow so she could inspect him better. He already sported an impressive case of morning wood. Well, shit. It’d be a crime to let it go to waste.

  A brilliant thought occurring to her, she straddled his middle and reached for his arms. He snapped to with a groggy start and blinked at her. “Wha?”

  “Shhh. Nothing to be worried about here.”

  “You saying that worries me.”

  Chuckling evilly, she pinned his wrists beneath the strap he’d left affixed to the mattress. Tossing him a mischievous glance, she wiggled down his body and stroked his cock. The organ rewarded her efforts by swelling in her hand. “Hm, I see you’re up for a little nookie.”

  “That goes without saying.”

  She trailed her fingers along the beautiful curve of his shaft. “Do you always wake up with a hard-on? Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

  “Only when I dream of a particular blonde.”

  “Anyone I know?” she inquired cheekily.

  “I believe you’re acquainted.” He dropped his head back onto the pillow with a groan as she sucked his cock into her mouth. “Jesus.”

  She lifted off of him for a second. “Jesus? I didn’t think he was a blonde.”

  A strangled laugh shot from him. “You’re going to Hell. You realize that, right?”

  “Don’t worry. Pretty sure you’ll be on the bus seat next to me.”

  “Shit, you’ve got that right.”

  “You know, all this talk of the Big Dude upstairs is kind of prophetic, considering you’re about to have one humdinger of a religious experience.”

  He grunted. “Cocky.”

  Using her saliva, she slicked her palm up and down his rigid length. “And it’s a magnificent one too.”

  He lifted his head and watched her motions, his face flushing. Returning his gaze, she slid her mouth over him. She ran her tongue along the circumference of the thick cap before taking him deeper, swallowing him all the way to the back of her throat. Her gag reflex was nearly nonexistent. All those early years practicing on bananas paid off. Judging from the sexy moans coming from Jack, he was equally thrilled with her prior education.

  She continued sucking him, stringing it out until all she could think about was mounting him like her own personal Orgasmenator. Hot shivers racing through her, she pushed up from the bed and snatched one of the condom packets from the box on the nightstand. He didn’t say a word as she rolled the latex onto his erection. Not a problem. Speech was unnecessary. The blistering heat in his eyes spoke volumes. Holding his fiery stare, she gripped the base of his cock and slowly impaled herself on the plump head.

  Impossible, but he felt bigger than ever. She moved her hand and sank down on him, the fullness stealing her breath and hitting all of her sweet spots in precisely the best way. Or maybe it was the vision of Jack, his whiskered jaw slack and his eyes glowing as he looked up at her that made her feel like all of the oxygen had leaked from her brain. There was no denying he was sex personified, and easily the most gorgeous man she’d ever had between her legs. But there was something more going on than that. The butterflies were having a field day in her belly.

  Unwilling to let the obnoxious twits ruin the moment, she pinned all of her concentration on the cock buried inside her. She rolled her hips, letting the delicious sensations flooding her body guide her movements.

  Woman on top was one of her favorites. Not just because of the obvious dominance, though that was hot as fuck. Especially with the way Jack was currently
watching her. He was undoubtedly loving the hell out of their role reversal, but the spark in his eyes hinted he was biding his time until he could remind her who was master. And that was a turn on like no other.

  She reached behind her and gripped his thighs, balancing herself as she stretched her legs toward his shoulders. The position meant she could take him even deeper and granted him a nice view of her pussy swallowing his cock. “Have you been tied up by a woman before now?”

  It took him forever to tear his gaze from between her legs. “No. They always preferred to be the ones restrained.”

  “Well, that is hot. Can’t say I blame them. But this is pretty damn amazing too.”

  “You’re damn amazing.”

  The fierceness in his expression when he said that warmed her more than any compliment. She immediately squelched the overwhelming sensation before it festered into something dangerous. Like believing this could be more than sex. That they could build a future for them beyond the bedroom. She lightened the moment with a bit of much-needed flippancy. “You probably say that to all the girls when they’re riding you like a roped bronco.”

  “No, Jane. I don’t.”

  The conviction in his tone gave her pause. What did it mean? That she was special in some way?

  Stop it, you moron. Don’t read too much into it. If she went down that path there’d be no escape. No turning back. She’d be envisioning His ‘N Hers towels and a Labradoodle named Mo Curly. Because hello, that would be a fucking awesome name for a Labradoodle.

  Jack cleared his throat. “Are you still with me?”

  She blinked out of her reverie and offered him a sheepish glance. “Sorry, I was thinking about Labradoodles.”

  “Aw hell. Time to switch things up then.” Without warning, he slid his arms from the strap and flipped her onto her belly.

  She dug her elbows into the comforter and shot him a look over her shoulder. “Doggie style, I presume? Is this because I brought up the Labradoodle?”

  “No, I just really love getting to see your ass. Especially when I’m pumping your pussy.”

  “Well, shit. When you put it that way it makes complete sense. I mean, I do have a spectacular butt according to popular opinion.” She sent him another squint when he alternated slaps on both cheeks in a suspiciously rhythmic fashion. “Are you seriously playing my rear like bongos right now?”

  “Yep and the big finale is coming up. You don’t want to miss it.”

  She buried her face back in the sheet, her grin morphing into a gasp as he slapped her directly on the pussy before thrusting inside her with one smooth, brain-frying stroke. He flattened her to the bed, his weight pinning her in place while he relentlessly devastated her G-Spot. As if that weren’t enough to kill her, he gathered her hair and swept it aside, giving him unhampered access to her neck—which he, of course, took full advantage of.

  He bit her this time. Like a devious, lusty vampire. Blissful darts of ecstasy shimmered through her, a gentle prelude to the more insistent orgasm waiting impatiently in the wings. It caught her up in its riptide, shaking her with its uncontrollable intensity. Somewhere in the eye of the storm she became aware of the hot, throbbing pulse of Jack’s cock as he fell victim to his own climax.

  Afterward, they remained comatose, tangled in each other’s sweaty limbs. Her stomach rumbled, completely killing the post-coital glow. Chuckling, Jack pushed up onto his elbow. “Sounds like someone’s ready for breakfast.”

  It’d require leaving the bed. And getting dressed. In the end, not being a sloth slightly beat out starving to death. “They have a free continental breakfast downstairs.”

  “What time does it go to?”

  She cracked a yawn. “Ten o’clock, so we’re good.”

  “Actually, we’re not. It’s a quarter to eleven.”

  “What? That can’t be possible.” She veered her attention to the alarm clock and blinked. “How the hell did it get to be that late?”

  “Time flies when you’re getting fucked by the master.” He folded his arms behind his head, his expression appropriately arrogant.

  No arguing with him on that front. Seriously, it’d be a damn wonder if she could even walk straight after last night and this morning. “I noticed a diner a few blocks down on my drive over here. It didn’t look too divey.”

  “Or I could make you breakfast.”

  “Sorry, but I require more sustenance than burnt toast.”

  “So do I, sassy britches.” He rolled her over and smacked her just hard enough on the ass to make her breath catch and her nipples tighten. “For your information, my skills aren’t merely limited to the bedroom. I also make a mean Belgium waffle.”

  “Mm, sounds delicious. But I don’t have a waffle maker.”

  “Fortunately I do.”

  Holy hell. Was he actually inviting her to his house? In all the time she’d known him, she’d never seen his place, much less stepped inside it. They’d always ended up at her condo on the few occasions one of their dates spilled over into nightcap territory.

  He sat up on the bed and stretched his arms over his head, those sleek, gorgeous muscles flexing. “That’s if you don’t mind making the drive over.”

  Was he kidding? No damn way she’d let this opportunity pass her by.

  CHAPTER TEN

  An hour later she pulled her convertible behind his Maserati and goggled at the two-story stone mansion in front of her. Jesus F. Christ. Apparently escorting was quite the lucrative business. Or he’d done exceptionally well in the stock market. She climbed from her vehicle and shot him an accusing glare. “I can’t believe you were going to let me pay for half of Trig and Marissa’s party.”

  “I seem to recall offering to pay for everything but you didn’t want to accept,” he responded dryly.

  “That’s before I knew you were freakin’ Daddy Warbucks.” Shaking her head, she followed him up the flagstone path to the front entrance. He punched a code into the touchpad and pushed open the door. Keyless entry. Swanky.

  He led the way inside the house and she cataloged her surroundings, dutifully impressed. Having money to throw around didn’t always equate with taste. She stooped to inspect the leather bench flanked on either side by tall earth-toned woven vessels. “Is this a Stickley?”

  He appeared surprised by her knowledge of antiques. She gave a shrug. “I had grand ideas of being a designer back in the day.”

  “Really? You never mentioned it.”

  He’d failed to mention a heck of a lot more than her, but she wasn’t about to rub his nose in that fact while they were getting along so well. And especially not when he was about to make her breakfast. Right on cue, her stomach growled.

  He inclined his head. “Kitchen’s this way. You can keep me company and marvel at my culinary expertise while I’m cooking.”

  “Nice to see there’s something you’re not egotistical about.” Rolling her eyes, she traipsed after him.

  The kitchen was possibly bigger than her condo, and equipped with enough gadgets and gizmos, he could easily run a cooking show in there if he wanted to. While his fancy Keurig sputtered out a cup of coffee, she parked her fanny on one of the leather-topped barstools fronting the enormous granite island and plopped her chin in her hand. “Who taught you to cook? Mom? Dad?” He’d spoken a time or two about his mother and it was clear he adored her. On the flip side, though, she couldn’t recall him ever bringing up his dad.

  The look Jack sent her made it clear he’d seen through her not so coy attempt at gleaning intel. “Mom.” He was quiet as he lined up the ingredients for their feast, leaving her with the certainty he’d dodge any further parental questions. Instead, he lifted that magnetic gaze her way again. “I never met my dad. At least not that I recall. He took off shortly after I was born.”

  “What a fucking dick.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t say that since he’s your dad. Even if he’s a fucking dick.”

  “Nothing to be sorry about. I
happen to share your opinion.” Saying nothing more, he grabbed the cup of steaming coffee and placed it in front of her.

  “Does it bother you, though? Not knowing him?” She was being incredibly nosy, and way too personal. When a guy has had intimate knowledge of her pussy it allowed a gal certain transgressions.

  He hesitated for a moment and frowned into the murky depths of his coffee mug. “Only for Sunny’s sake. He apparently has zero interest in meeting her, which makes me furious. Then again, how much more would it hurt if she had a grandfather roll in and out of her life whenever the whim struck him? I don’t want her going through that bullshit.”

  Something about his tone and the tension in his frame left her with the certainty that he wasn’t as unaffected by his father’s abandonment of him as he’d implied.

  Everything inside her longed to go to him right then and wrap him in a tight hug. She started to step forward just as he lifted his attention from his cup. He cleared his throat, his posture relaxing. “I won’t keep Sunny from contacting him someday when she’s older if it’s what she wants to do. I also won’t sugarcoat the reality for her. Better she knows what she’s getting herself into.”

  Her heart threatened to dissolve into a gooey mess. Not only was he was a caring, protective father, he’d somehow adopted those important qualities despite his own dad apparently not giving a shit about his family. Knowing this about Jack made him all the more of a danger to her emotions. She was having a tough enough time keeping them out of the equation. If she wasn’t careful she’d start having a shit load more of those crazy thoughts about happily ever afters and Mo Curly the labradoodle.

  Determined not to trip down that slippery slope, she refocused on their conversation. “What about your mom? She must spoil Sunny rotten.”

  Jack’s shuttered expression immediately vanished. He shook his head, a ghost of a grin slipping in place. “You have no idea. The woman is singlehandedly responsible for my daughter’s Barbie doll addiction. She’s created a monster.”