by CJ Laurence
He smiled as he looked over my own casual look. “You really do look good in anything, don’t you?”
I licked my lips and skipped outside. “You haven’t seen me in my birthday suit yet.”
He chuckled. “All in good time, Miss Wilson.”
We arrived at the cinema early, which meant we had pick of the seats. Smirking to myself, I headed straight to the back corner. Paul’s raised eyebrows with his own quirky smile told me he knew what I was doing. All afternoon I’d been thinking of devilish ways to seduce him in the darkness.
As the lights dimmed, coating us in shadows, his hand fell over my arm, tracing tiny, hair-raising patterns over my skin. My heart reacted to his touch in an instant, thumping away against my rib cage as goosebumps appeared all over my body. I enjoyed it for a few minutes before I let my hand relax into his lap, resting just above his knee. I began drawing my own teasing shapes on his leg, inching my way towards that area as the film went on. I bit down on my tongue to hide my giggles, making sure I didn’t move my eyes towards him at all.
He shifted in his seat then whispered in my ear, “I know what you’re doing.”
I dared to meet his sapphire eyes, almost gasping at the fire sparking in them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He leaned in closer, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
I batted my eyelashes several times and shrugged my shoulders. His eyes closed for a brief second as I happened to brush a little closer than before. When he opened them again, the intensity of the blaze burning through them took my breath away.
“Kyra…”
I smiled, widening my eyes in my best innocent look. I couldn’t let him know how affected I was by this too. “Yes?”
I continued to walk my fingers around his lap but said nothing more as he turned his attention back to the screen. Every so often, he would let out a slow, deep breath before fidgeting in his seat.
When the film finished, he grabbed my hand and marched us out to the car in fervid silence. I dared to steal a sideways glance at him. A muscle in his cheek twitched and his piercing blue eyes were consumed with desire. His focus was straight ahead on the car. Everything about him screamed a darkened sense of being. His ash blonde hair was now the only light to the charged atmosphere between us.
Closing in the last few feet towards the car, he swung me around and pressed me up against the cool metal with his solid body. My breath caught in my throat from the sudden movement. Before I could stop my world from spinning, he grabbed my face and planted his lips on mine, sending me into a whole new whirling reality. His tongue searched out mine, taking control of every essence of me with his assertive kiss. I could do little but melt into him as he continued his assault on my senses.
After a couple of minutes, he broke our heated moment, his breathing short and ragged. The intensity of the ardour simmering in his eyes seared right through my soul.
“That was the least I could restrain myself to,” he said. “Think yourself lucky.”
I held his fiery eye contact and inched my way back towards his lips. Keeping him locked in the moment, one of my hands grabbed his crotch, making him jump from the sudden contact.
“That was the least I could restrain myself to, so think yourself lucky.”
He settled a hardened stare on me, a promise of unrestrained pleasures coursing my way. “Oh, Miss Wilson…”
I shrugged my shoulders and let go. I turned round and opened the car door, purposefully pushing myself backwards into him before getting in. He strode round to the driver’s side, his jaw set in a hard line and his eyes ablaze with lust. The entire ride home was cased in silence, the atmosphere between us continuing to pressurise by the second.
I let myself out of the car and walked to my front door, well aware of his radiating heat behind me. I stepped through into the house and turned to him, biting down on my bottom lip as I asked, “Are you coming in?”
He continued to stare at me for a few seconds, a wild mix of primal need and lust tumbling through his eyes. And then he launched himself at me, hands grabbing at anything and everything whilst crushing his perfect red lips to mine.
Chapter Five
A frantic moment of lips, tongues, and scrabbling hands ensued before he pushed me up against the hallway wall.
He broke our kiss, his breathing short and ragged. “Do you have any idea how much you teased me in there?”
“You think that was teasing?” I lifted a hand to his cheek and grazed my nail down his soft skin. “That was nothing.”
His eyes never left mine as I snaked my other hand under his t-shirt, inching my way across his taut abs. He froze, each passing second of my touch on him seeming to ignite the fire in his azure eyes further.
I worked my way around to his back, relishing in the delight of his silky smooth skin gliding against mine. I moved my other hand from his cheek to his neck, trailing my nails along the way.
He shivered and closed his eyes for a brief second.
Taking my moment, I pressed him into me with both hands, pulling him down to my mouth. I glanced my lips over his before moving my way down his neck, covering each millimetre with languid kisses.
He wrapped his arms around me, his fingers digging into my sides with each kiss I laid on his delicious skin. His fragrance was like an addiction all in itself—a deep, masculine scent tinged with oranges and vanilla. The longer I stayed in the crook of his neck, the more I wanted to be there.
Satisfied that I had absorbed every part of his sensitive neck, I made my way to his ear and nibbled on his earlobe. A quiet moan escaped his throat and his arms tightened around me.
I kissed his cheek, lingering for just a few seconds before pulling away. “But we don’t want to get you too excited now, do we?”
The fire streaming through his eyes had now darkened to a deep carnal hunger. “I think it’s a bit late for that, don’t you?”
“I can give you a cold shower if you’d like.”
He leaned in to me, leaving his own trail of tantalizing kisses on my neck in between his words. “And I could give you something else if you’d like.”
“What happened to being able to resist me?”
“That was last night. I didn’t say how long it had to last for, did I?”
I tore myself away from his lips, pulling a full-on pout. “Well, that just spoils all my fun.”
He crept closer to my mouth again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’m sure I could make it up to you.”
My body raged like a volcano, tingling, urging me to give in to its cravings. I wanted him, needed him—now.
“Make it up to me, then.”
A slow grin folded across his gorgeous face, his eyes locking me into a radiating stare. His lips hovered over mine with a pleasurable threat, leaving my body yearning for his touch. A gentle brush of his fingers against my skin as he removed my top surged more adrenaline through my veins. As he peeled it from me and threw it somewhere behind him, he bit down on his lip and grinned. His gaze roved over my chest, bare to him except for my black lacy bra. After a few seconds, he removed his own top and revealed his incredible upper body, leaving me stunned of words and breath. Our hungry stares journeyed over each other’s bodies before we met in a furious clash of lips and clawing hands.
He released my bra as I went straight for his belt. His muscled arms fell back around me and lifted me up, my legs naturally curling around his waist. Pushing me back against the wall, I leaned into the solid surface as he worked his way down my chest. He teased his way over my skin with his lips, breathless gasps of pleasure escaping me.
I tightened my legs around his waist, drawing him further into me. Every part of me ached for him like the desert thirsts for rain. His velvet mouth on my sensitive areas only drove that craving into an uncontrollable desire.
I reached down and grappled with his jeans now that I’d released his belt. I slid my hand insid
e his tight boxers, pushing them down his bronzed skin. My desperation to free him from his clothes served me well as I took hold of him—I was not disappointed.
His lips stilled for a moment, his hot breath floating over my skin. He glanced up at me from between my cleavage, his entire face drowning in longing. “Seriously, here?”
“I don’t care where…”
Frenzy grasped both of us. I loosened my hold on his hips and stood up. We yanked at the remainder of our clothes, scattering them across the floor before he scooped me back up in his vice-like grip.
A tremble ran through my body as I drank in the delicious sight in front of me.
He stroked a hand over my thighs, leaving me quivering with anticipation. Expectation had never been so thrilling or driven with such a primitive need. He leaned in and seated a delicate kiss on my lips before moving his way through me for the first time.
A groan of relief left both of us, wants and needs now so close to being met. He dropped his head to my neck and nipped me with his teeth as he started moving. Potent throbs shot straight between my legs with the dizzying mix of pleasure and pain. Each thrust of his hips pushed him deeper inside me but I wanted more. I wanted him to break me apart, ravage every fibre of me until I could take no more.
I closed my eyes in sheer bliss as he continued to satiate both of us. My fingernails scratched my joy into his smooth back, fuelling him with even more urgency. The coil deep within me began to scrunch together, holding its guarantee close.
His hard and definitive movements hit the spot every time, and had me at his mercy within minutes. He nibbled at my neck, pinching my skin between his teeth, and I found my moment of liberation. My sweet release finally sprung free, a joyful cry leaving me as I spiralled into a world of divinity. His own relief followed as I tightened around him. He stilled, his legs trembling.
“Don’t stop…” I said, desperate to bask in heaven just a little longer.
Following my plea, he lifted me away from the wall and picked up the pace. I circled my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his. He lifted me up and down with such a rhythm I thought I would pass out. I grasped at his hair, desperate to hold onto anything real as he pushed me to the edge of another moment of reprieve.
I couldn’t help it as I cried out his name. Every cell within me shook from the amazing assault on my body.
He stumbled us back against the wall, his delectable body relaxing around me. He used a hand to steady himself as he tried to calm his breathing.
I leaned my head back, trying to catch my own breath and cool the throbbing tingles trickling through me.
“Well, I certainly didn’t expect that tonight.”
I smiled. “No, you expected it last night.”
“No. I wasn’t planning on making a move of any sort just yet.”
“You’re a bad liar.”
He grinned and he pulled his jeans back on, his eyes wandering over my naked form. I suddenly became very aware of being naked in front of my boss and ran upstairs for my dressing gown. As I came back down, cloaked in my fluffy lilac robe, I sat on a step halfway down.
“Well, this is going to be awkward on Monday morning,” I said.
“Hmmm.” He came up the steps and kissed me. “I’ve never done it in an office before.”
“You are kidding, right?”
He narrowed his eyes. “No. Why, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. I meant you can’t be serious about doing it in the office.”
He chuckled. “All in good time.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. “That is not happening in my workplace. I am not going to be sacked for having sex with my boss on his desk.”
“And who is going to sack you? Your boss?”
I scowled at him, knowing we probably wouldn’t get caught—it was just the prospect of it if we did. I imagined old sour faced Andrews walking in on us in the heights of passion and giggled.
“What are you giggling at?”
I told him, which gave him a quirky smile.
“I think it would give that old codger a heart attack,” he said.
“We can only hope.”
He pulled away from me, taking a loose grip of my hand. “So what now?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to stay for a bit or do you want some beauty sleep?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s up to you. I’m not a demanding type of woman.”
He grinned. “Okay.” He slid his arms around my back and whispered in my ear, “I want to stay. I want a proper session with you.”
A broad smile burst onto my face as shivers chased down my spine. “Hmmm. I won’t argue with that.”
Chapter Six
After some food to refuel us and a bit of mindless TV whilst we regained our energy, we found ourselves in my bedroom.
Kissing as we hit the bed, he rolled on top of me before sitting up to take his t-shirt off again. I smiled at the marvellous sight above me. His delicious body was something I’d never tire of seeing.
He lowered back down to me, continuing his massage of my tongue with his. After a couple of minutes, I seized my moment and rolled on top, pinning his arms out to the sides like a set of wings. Seeing the fantastic Paul Connors beneath me, at my mercy, was a sight I’d always remember—and cherish.
He gave me a cheeky wink. “Oooh, dominant. I like it.”
I flashed him my best smile before ghosting a kiss across his lips. Sliding my right hand off the bed, I reached for my play toy.
He furrowed his brows together with questions, and as soon as he clocked the leather restraint wrapped around his wrist, his eyes widened. “Really?”
I grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Oh, come on. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
A slow, lazy grin folded over his lips. “Oh, believe me, there’s nothing wrong with my sense of adventure. I just didn’t think this was you, that’s all.”
“Mr. Connors,” I said, reaching across the other side of the bed to strap the other cuff around his wrist. “You have no idea. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, you know.”
“I’m definitely looking forward to seeing how this story ends.”
I laughed and crawled down the bed, searching out the ankle restraints that earned me an even bigger smile. Once he was all strapped in, I straddled his waist and grinned at him from my vantage point.
“Still want to see how this ends?” I asked.
“I can assure you, Miss Wilson, I am liking this. A lot.”
“You’re starfished on my bed and you’re liking it?”
He licked his lips. “I’m all for the woman doing all the work.”
I giggled whilst making a mental note he’d pay for that sexist comment. I stripped my dressing gown from me, leaving me naked in front of him. Just what I wanted.
I moved my way up his body and sat on his chest, just out of reach of his mouth.
“Oh, come on, play fair. You can’t sit there and expect me to not want to lick you.”
I reached over him and grabbed my final toy—the cherry on the cake to his look. “I would say watch me but…”
He pouted as I put the blindfold on. “You’re mean. You’re going to pay for this.”
I leaned into his ear, whispering, “As are you for your sexist remark, Mr. Connors.”
Finishing my point with a nibble of his earlobe, I sat back up, grinning as I began my torturous assault on him.
I moved off him and leaned over to the bedside drawer that housed my stash of toys. I grabbed a long white feather and grinned. I moved back next to him and waited several seconds. He knew I was there, knew I was going to touch him. It was just a matter of when and how.
His lips parted after a few seconds and his chest began to rise and fall with shallow breaths. Anticipation heightened everything. I trailed the tip of the feather across his stomach and stifled a laugh as he jerked. The rope attached to the restraints creaked from the sudden tug
on them. I left it a few seconds before repeating the gentle touch over his chest, achieving the same reaction.
I smirked to myself. This was going to be a fabulous night. I repeated the process over every inch of him, enjoying every second of his trembling body. The whispering moans leaving him every minute or so only excited me more.
I put the feather down and ran my nails along his inner thigh, biting my lip in delight when he jumped with a groan of pleasure. Skirting across his loins, I traced my fingers along his other thigh and then over the rest of his exquisite body.
Now satisfied with his excited shivers, I sat between his legs, tracing the path of my nails with my lips. Squeaking rope combined with a few choice words floated through the air as he shuddered beneath me. I worked my way up and down his fine form before leaving him wondering for a brief moment once more. And then I cupped him in my hands.
He juddered and pulled against his restraints, moaning with heavy breaths. I massaged him between my fingers with a slow, gentle kneading. His mind busy with that, I leaned forwards and kissed my way along the grooves of his groin—careful to avoid touching his excitement.
I kissed my way down his loins, not able to take my eyes off the sexy V pointing towards my prize. But that could wait for a while longer. Instead, I replaced my hands with my mouth and clasped his tight skin between my lips. I took my time to draw patterns on him, sucking on him to keep the skin as loose as possible.
He jerked and a resounding snap pinged through the air along with a hiss from between his lips. “Fuck.”
I smiled and let go, kissing his thigh as I teased my way up to the main prize. I traced my tongue around his length before treating him to the knowledge I had no gag reflex.
“Jesus Christ, Kyra.”
I parted my lips and smiled at his hoarse voice and heaving chest. I tormented him with my tongue whilst my hand stroked him at the same time. He squirmed, his hips bucking under my touch. Swear words murmured through the air every few seconds.