Handcuffs and Hot Fudge [Après-Ski 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Zara Chase

  “Is that right?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “But you just had me, in front of an audience of five thousand. Well, half a dozen, and your performance, just so you’re aware, was Oscar-winning standard.” He leaned down and stole a kiss. “I was real proud of you, darlin’.”

  “Why, thank you, Sir. I aim to give total satisfaction.”

  “How did you feel, knowing all those people were watching you?”

  “Scared at first, but it helped not being able to see them. It helped even more that they didn’t laugh themselves silly at the sight of my body.”

  “Oh, Jodie, when will you get it into your head that your body rocks?”

  “When you’ve told me a million times, I guess.” She shrugged. “Old hang-ups are hard to get over. Anyway, you got me so hot that the five thousand you just referred to could have been there taking notes for all I cared.” She circled one of his nipples with the tip of her forefinger, then leaned down and nipped at the hard pebble she’d created. “All I wanted was the feel of your big cock fucking me senseless, and you certainly delivered.”

  “Is that a fact?” He ran his hand down her silky thigh, feeling like he could conquer the world right then.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then let’s see what else I can do to rock your world. We need to move on to the next stage, darlin’.” He patted her backside to emphasize his point. “You think you can do that for me?”

  He sensed a brief hesitation. “You want to fuck me…there?”

  “Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I want to do that.” He pushed her onto her side and ran his finger down her crack. “The thought of it these past few days has left me in a near permanent state of arousal.”

  “Can’t have that, can we?”

  “Is that a yes?”

  She sent him a teasing smile. “Convince me.”

  “Well,” he drawled, smiling into her eyes. “You know what they say. Actions speak louder than words. Turn onto your side.”

  As soon as she did so, Ty spooned his body against hers, his rigid cock poking at her backside while one hand reached for a tit.

  “There,” he crooned. “See how well we fit together?”

  “Hmm, I like the pressure of your body against mine.” She undulated against him. “It makes me feel cossetted.”

  “I’ll always protect you, baby.” He snaked an arm around her middle and held her closer against him to emphasize his determination. “Nothing will happen to you on my watch.” He hadn’t been able to save Flavia, from herself or the enemies she stupidly made. He wouldn’t fail with Jodie. “I’ll take real good care of you every step of the way.”

  “I know.”

  Ty pushed her onto her back again and kissed his way down her body, trailing kisses from her lips to the pulse beating out of control at the base of her throat. From there he gravitated to her breasts, which received a great deal of his attention before he moved on to her stomach, where his tongue swirled in her belly button. Then her hip and the length of her long, shapely leg became the targets for his marauding tongue. When he reached her foot, he picked it up and sucked each toe in turn, giving close attention to every aspect of her anatomy. By the time he started working his way up the inside of her thigh, she was squirming with anticipation.

  “Stop moving,” he said sternly. “I’m taking full inventory of what’s mine and if you keep putting me off, I might have to start over.”

  “Ha, you think I’m yours?”

  “You’d darned well better be.” He growled, burying his head in her pussy and inhaling her musky, feminine scent. “I’m not into sharing.”

  “Just voyeurism. That’s a kind of visual sharing.”

  “Not the same thing though. No one touches you but me,” he said savagely. “No one. Are we clear?”

  “As coriander soup.”

  A slow smile spread across Ty’s face. “Ah, so you want to play food analogies, do you?”

  “What I want is to play with you.”

  “Well, just so that you know, when I take your ass there’ll be no handcuffs, no clamps, no sex toys, no spanking, no blindfolds. Just my cock filling your tight backside nice and slow and easy, until it blows your senses and your mind.”

  “Sounds wonderful.”

  There was a note of uncertainty in her voice. Rather than try and talk her into relaxing, he used his hands instead. He played with her clit until she started to moan. Sensing her relaxing into his personal form of torture, he leaned in and sucked hard until her legs worked their way around his neck and she bucked to a noisy climax in his mouth.

  “Now what flavor would you say that was?” he asked, kissing her so the taste of her most intimate place transferred from his lips to hers. “If I could work it into a recipe, it would make me a fortune.”

  “Eau de Jodie,” she replied, giggling.

  He loved that sound, especially since it implied she was now boneless and totally relaxed—just the way he wanted her.

  “Hmm, what a charming thought.” He pushed her gently so that she rolled onto her side and again pressed himself down her length, playing with the crack between her ass cheeks and getting nothing but murmurs of encouragement in response. He grabbed the lube and oozed a little along the same route his fingers had just taken, pausing to circle her anus with one slick finger. They’d done this quite a lot this past week, and she let him in with barely a flinch.

  “Nice technique,” she murmured.

  “You grading me?” he teased. “Giving me marks out of ten?”

  “I suppose you’d expect an eleven.”

  He chuckled. “Only if the service is worthy. Tell you what, perhaps we could start a starring system, a bit like with restaurants.”

  “Ain’t gonna happen,” she said breathlessly. “Can’t have other women wanting a share of you.”

  They won’t get it. I’m a one-woman man.”

  “Anyone I know?”

  “Oh, a hot, sassy babe who likes to cook and fuck and does amazing things with her mouth.”

  “Sound like a riot.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Hmm, teach me, Ty.”

  “Count on it,” he said as his finger continued to explore her backside. “Now it’s time for another finger. This one’s getting kinda lonely.”

  He managed three digits of one hand and used the other to play with her clit. Jodie, eyes closed, gyrated her hips and moved against his hands, making cute little gurgling noises.

  “I’m gonna replace my fingers with the tip of my cock, darlin’,” he said, releasing her clit and using that hand to push the hair off her face, so he could see her profile and keep an eye out for any signs of distress. “I’ll take good care of you, but I need you to keep real still and let me do all the work. Think you can do that?”

  “I’ll do my very best, Sir.”

  “I know you will.” He rubbed his hand over her hip in wide, comforting sweeps. “I know you’re gonna give me so much pleasure because that’s what you want to do. Am I right?”

  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly. “Yes, I want to please you more than anything. I want you to be proud of me.”

  “I already am, sweetheart. I already am.”

  Talking to her all the time, he used one hand to gently guide the tip of his throbbing cock into her anus, while the other soothed and swept and caressed her lovely body. Ty was on fire with need, but this wasn’t about him. This was about teaching Jodie a few things she didn’t already know about her body and its particular needs. He felt incredibly privileged to be the one to indoctrinate her into the boundless pleasures of anal sex. He eased into her with infinite care, one slow inch at a time, and Jodie enveloped him with increasing enthusiasm.

  “Yeah, I know,” he said softly, kissing the shell of her ear when she exclaimed—with pleasure, not pain. “But hang on in there, sweetheart, it gets way better than this. Just trust me.”

  “It feels abrasive and burns, but in a good way,” sh
e said, sounding astounded.

  “Yeah, now you’re getting it.”

  Cautiously, Ty sank a little deeper, then withdrew only to repeat the process.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Wonderful, but I want to move with you.”

  “Don’t! I know it’s hard for you to be passive, but I don’t want to do any damage. You have to let me control this.”

  “Yes, Sir, I’ll try.”

  Ty undulated his hips and risked going just a little farther into her tight passage, taking himself a little closer to both heaven and healing in the process.

  “I thought only men got something out of this,” she gasped. “Hitting that prostate thing.”

  Ty barked on a laugh. “Still think that way?”

  “Hell, no! I love it.”

  Her words unraveled Ty’s rapidly dwindling self-control. He reached over her and zeroed in on her clit with the fingers of one hand while working her ass just a little harder, a little deeper, with his rigid cock.

  “You’ve got me crazy for you, babe,” he said, panting as he fought off the inevitable. It was imperative that she came first and came hard. “You getting the vibes?”

  “Yes,” she replied, raw need evident in both her tone and her anguished expression. “I need you to fuck me, Ty. Am I allowed to beg?”

  He laughed. “I guess we both need this.”

  He delved the fingers of the hand playing with her clit into her pussy and allowed his thumb to rub against her most sensitive spot as he sank his cock as far as he dared to go into her backside. The fingers of his other hand held her hips in place because he could tell her ability to remain passive was being tested to the limit as their passion blossomed.

  “That’s it, darlin’. I can feel you getting close. Let’s do this together.”

  “Ty, please, I…Arghh!”

  She shattered around his fingers and her backside started moving wildly, putting her in danger of damaging herself as her orgasm hit. Unable to hold back himself, his every pulse point throbbing, he cried out and let himself fly.

  Life, Ty thought, as he withdrew from her, cradled her in his arms and kissed her until he was breathless, wasn’t allowed to get any better than that. He smiled into her eyes and tweaked the end of her nose.

  “I hate to tell you I told you so, but—”

  “You told me so,” she finished for him, uncoiling her body and leaning up to demand another kiss. “That was beyond incredible, Ty. Thank you for opening my eyes, but you do realize you’ve created a monster. Now I know what I’ve been missing…”

  Ty suspected that his smile was as smug as he was satisfied. “Baby,” he said as he scooped her into his arms and carried her off to the shower, “those words are music to my ears.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Jodie snuggled beneath the covers, using Ty’s warm chest as a pillow.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, dropping a kiss on the top of her head and splaying a large hand possessively over her hip. “Any ill effects?”

  “A little sore, but in a good way. Tired yet too wired to sleep and…well, it’s hard to explain, but like a part of me that’s been missing for all these years has finally slotted into place.” She opened her eyes wide in frank astonishment. “That’s precisely it. I feel complete.”

  “I’m glad that’s the way it is. I was pretty sure it would be, but I was still worried you’d hate me for pushing you beyond your comfort zone.”

  “Hate you!” She shook her head against her muscular pillow, a solid wall of warmth and safety, comforted by the strong, regular sound of his heart beating. “I’ve spent the past five years trying to do just that—blaming you for what happened to Flavia. But I think I always knew, subconsciously anyway, that I was using you as a scapegoat, someone to vent my anger on because I wasn’t there for my best friend when she needed me the most. I’d managed to suppress my own guilt by working up a pretty good head of hate for you.” A tiny smile tugged at her lips. “Then I met you and was furious because I felt attracted to you, which threw all my carefully conceived ideas of you as a killer out of the window.” She danced her fingers across his torso. “And so now, here we are.”

  “Here we are,” he agreed, treating her to a sinfully delicious smile. “Actually talking about our feelings.”

  “We haven’t had a whole lot of time to spare for talking about anything. The chef I work for is a real slave driver, always cracking the whip.” She giggled at the double entendre. “And when I’m not working in his kitchen, I’m expected to let him screw my brains out.” She blew air through her lips. “It’s exhausting, the pay’s crap, and now he wants to talk.”

  He sent her an engaging smile. “You don’t wanna talk to me?”

  “Oh, I can think of better ways to occupy our time.”

  “I dare say you can, but I need some recovery time, even if you don’t.”

  Her smile was deliberately mischievous. “Too hot to handle, huh?”

  “You have no idea.” Her pillow flexed beneath her cheek when he inhaled and then let out a long, deep sigh. “I want to know everything there is to know about Jodie Norton. I know you went to school all over Europe and picked up a ton of languages. What I don’t know is what made you go and work for a monolith like the European Union. I can’t see you fitting in there.”

  “That was my parents’ doing. All I ever wanted to be was a chef. I’ve loved cooking since I was old enough to wield a wooden spoon, but my folks are academics and a career as a cook, as they charmingly put it, wasn’t good enough for any daughter of theirs.”

  Ty rolled his eyes in disgust. “They sound charming.”

  “They’re overachievers, as is my older brother, who works for NATO. I guess I just always assumed I’d do whatever it took to make them proud of me.” She lowered her voice to a disgruntled whisper. “Whatever it took to make them notice me, come to that.”

  “Poor baby.” He held her a little closer. “Do you like your job?”

  “Hell no, I hate it! All that backstabbing between the member countries, to say nothing of the infighting between the various representatives of the countries themselves.” She wrinkled her nose. “It makes some of the schoolyards I found myself dumped into over the years seem positively civilized by comparison. Juvenile doesn’t come close to describing the behavior between the supposedly intelligent adults in Brussels. But it pays well, so I keep my head down, do my work, and don’t take sides.”

  “And get hit on by all those horny Eurocrats?”

  “I don’t date much and haven’t made that many friends. The last thing I want to do is go out to play with the people I work with.” She covered her mouth with one hand. “Present company accepted, of course.”

  “So I should hope.”

  “Anyway, the state of my barren social and love lives ought to be a cause for concern. But it’s not because I’d rather have my own company than that of stuffy political aides. Being a recluse has a lot going for it.”

  “You can’t be a recluse anymore, darlin’. You’ve got me now.”

  Yes, but for how long?

  “Whatever it takes to win the contest,” she replied with a sparkling smile that elicited a bark of a laugh from Ty. He followed it up with a sharp tap to her thigh.

  “Seems to me,” he said after a brief pause, “that you’ve done your bit to please your parents. You have the makings of a great chef. You have an instinctive love of food and aren’t scared to experiment. You have flair and originality in that you combine unusual ingredients in your creations, even if they sometimes don’t work.”

  She flapped a hand in front of her face, secretly delighted with the praise, which she knew was heartfelt. When it came to cooking, Ty simply didn’t do false flattery. “My head’s going to swell if you keep talking that way.”

  “Hell, baby, you’re making parts of me swell all the time, just by being you and being around me, so it seems only fair.” He sent her one of his killer smiles that immediately engag
ed the attention of her pussy. “Your approach to food is part of the learning curve that can’t be taught. You either have it or you don’t. You do, so why not change direction? It’s your life.”

  “That’s the point of entering this contest. If I do well, get myself noticed, I might get an opportunity to train with a top chef.”

  “Got anyone in mind?” he asked casually.

  “I was hoping you’d give me a recommendation.”

  “Well now, let’s see what I could say in your favor without compromising myself.” He adopted a quizzical expression and a sexy smile. “Works well under pressure from the chef. Tick. Takes orders lying down. Tick. Can find her way around a kitchen blindfolded. Hmm, to be fair, we haven’t put that one to the test yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s not an exaggeration.” Ty winked at her, reducing Jodie to a hopeless tangle of desire and selfish longing. “She understands the importance of tasting frequently and beating until tenderized. Yep, we can definitely tick that box. Doesn’t object to demonstrating her skill in front of an audience. Double tick. Isn’t afraid to try different approaches.” This time his grin was pure sin. “You just proved that one. Now, what else can I say in your favor?”

  She punched his bicep. “I make a killer hot fudge sauce.”

  “Oh, I haven’t forgotten your fudge sauce. In fact I have plans for it.”

  “Care to share?”

  He shook his head, his handsome face alight with devilish amusement. “Not a chance.”

  “Okay then, Mr. Secretive, it’s your turn. I told you mine.”

  His smile abruptly faded. “Not much to tell that’s worth hearing. My parents divorced when I was ten. Haven’t seen my loser of a father from that day to this, and can’t say I’ve missed him. I lived with Mom, who wasn’t much of a Mom. She had more live-in boyfriends than I’ve had rave reviews for my lobster ravioli.”

  “Ouch, that bad, huh?”

  “You have no idea. I have three brothers, all older than me. They got out as soon as they could, for which I don’t blame them, mostly getting into trouble along the way. I was saved because I liked to cook.” He flashed a brief smile that owed little to humor. “It was that or starve when we were growing up. My brothers couldn’t boil an egg and Mom was not a domestic goddess. All she cared about was getting drunk, getting high, or getting laid, not necessarily in that order.”