New York Times bestselling author Jaci Burton lives in Oklahoma and spends a fair amount of time on the back of her husband’s Harley, where she often gets lost plotting her next story as the warm (and sometimes cold) breeze whips her face. She loves reality television, is a sucker for romantic comedies, and completely loses track of time when reading a great book. She’s a total romantic and longs for the happily ever after in every story, which you’ll find in all her books.
Jaci has won the RT Book Reviews Reviewer’s Choice Award and has been a finalist in the National Readers’ Choice Awards and Bookseller’s Best Awards. She writes contemporary romance, erotic romance and romantic suspense, writing in the genres she loves to read.
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Naughty
Unwrapped
By Megan Hart
Naughty is Nice
Newlyweds Leah and Brandon Long are finally taking a honeymoon. But just a few days into their Christmas-in-Vail vacation, Leah takes a tumble on the slopes, severely spraining her ankle. Being stuck indoors isn’t so bad though: the luxurious chalet boasts a hot tub and cozy fireplace. Besides, sitting with her feet up while Brandon serves her in every way a man can serve a woman is exactly how both of them like to spend their time.
Leah would be in heaven, if only Brandon didn’t insist on playing with the dynamic of their relationship. With kinky sex and deep conversation the only things on the agenda, Leah can’t avoid the discussion of how things might change. Will she be ready to take their marriage to the next level in the New Year?
This was beauty.
The line of his spine, curved at the top where his head had bent. His hands, clasped behind him. Not bound, though he’d have allowed that if she wanted it. Leah didn’t have to bind Brandon to keep him where she wanted him to stay.
And besides, eventually she was going to have use for his hands.
More beauty in the fall of his hair over his forehead, hiding his eyes. She could see the lift of his smile though. The rise and fall of his shoulders as he drew in a breath when she shifted a little in the satin-bottomed chair in front of him.
A fire burned in the see-through glass fireplace separating the bedroom and bathroom, but the room wasn’t overly warm. Still, sweat glistened on his upper lip. If she licked his mouth just now, she’d taste the salt of him.
Instead, Leah parted her knees a little more. “Brandon.”
“Hmm?”
She let herself take in another few seconds of admiring gaze, almost daring him to bend a little. Soften his stance. But he didn’t, just stayed with his back straight, his head bent, on his knees. Hands placed wrist-over-wrist behind him at the small of his back.
“Look at me.”
He did, with a little shake of his head to get the hair from his eyes. She smiled. He did, too. But he didn’t move, because she hadn’t told him he should.
His cock thickened, though, telling her he was ready. More than ready. Eager. His tongue slid across his lips again, and her clit pulsed in response.
Though he was naked, Leah wore what she liked to call the “wet dream ensemble.” Lingerie, and not the silky, comfortable sort she usually preferred. Oh, no. Today she wore a pair of crotchless panties and a bra that left her nipples exposed. Garter belt and sheer, seamed stockings. Also a pair of ridiculously high heels she’d packed in her suitcase even though they took up space and she’d only ever wear them for moments like this.
Brandon had confessed to her that along with dirty talk, the filthier the better, he’d grown to have a new appreciation for CFNM—clothed female, naked male. It wasn’t quite a fetish. Leah wasn’t sure either one of them really had any fetishes—sure, their sex life wasn’t what could normally be called vanilla, and she knew more than many of her friends about the delights of playing with dominance and submission, but a fetish seemed like something so strong you couldn’t get off without it. So far she’d been thrilled to find there wasn’t anything that held either of them back from finding pleasure in whatever they did.
Several months ago she’d left him a catalog with instructions that he was to go through and circle whatever he liked best. It had led to an extremely sexy evening of fun, but she hadn’t mentioned it since then and suspected her husband had probably forgotten the task entirely until walking into the bedroom an hour ago and seeing her dressed this way. It wasn’t anything she’d ever have picked for herself, but his dropped jaw and wide eyes had been worth every cent.
The smooth fabric of the chair caressed her skin as she arched against the chair’s ornate back and opened her legs wider. She slid her hand down over her breasts, nipples already tight, and over her belly. Between her legs. She slipped a fingertip inside the panties’ frilly edges. She was wet. Had been for twenty minutes, teasing him. Teasing herself. She circled her finger against her clit, letting out an entirely unfeigned and unrestrained sigh. The muscles of her thighs and belly jumped at the sensation.
Brandon’s gaze caught each and every tremble and twitch. His shoulders rose and fell again as his throat worked against a swallow. His lips parted, but though she saw the press of his tongue against his teeth, and his mouth formed what might have been a word, he cut himself off from it.
She’d told him he was not allowed to speak until she gave him permission. Not that she didn’t love his voice or hearing him talk, because she did. Of all the things she loved about him, Brandon’s ability to hold his own in conversation with her was one of them. And he liked to talk.
He liked to listen, too.
This was beauty, Leah thought, watching him remind himself not to say anything. This was power. And most of all, it was love.
“It’s been a couple days since you ate my pussy,” she murmured, watching for the telltale blaze of interest in Brandon’s deep, dark eyes. For a man who could look as innocent as a choirboy, he surely did get off on dirty talk. She circled her clit again, opened her legs wider to give him a better look at just what she was offering. “I think we’ll start with that.”
He made a noise, not off-limits according to the rules she’d set out for him. She’d left a short but precise list for him to find on the condo’s front door after he returned from a run to the convenience store for snacks. She recognized the sound, frustrated arousal, low and deep in his throat. She laughed a little, watching him press his lips together against whatever it was he meant to say.
She slipped off her shoes and shifted her ass to the very edge of the chair, then stretched out one leg to press her foot against his bare shoulder. Toes he’d painted bright red for her just that morning flexed in the stockings as she traced the line of his collarbone with them. She let her foot slide down just an inch or so to press the heel to his heart. The steady, strong thumping sent an answering thud to her own pulse.
“I want your mouth on me. Just,” she cautioned as he shifted eagerly to move toward her, “your mouth.”
Brandon groaned, still smiling, but closed his eyes and let his head drop a moment before looking back up at her with a raised brow. Leah laughed again, still rubbing gently at her clit, keeping herself on edge. Was he going to break the agreement?
But no. Despite a heavy sigh and another look, Brandon moved forward without unclasping his hands from behind him.
When he got within touching distance of the chair, though, he took his hands from behind him and mimed holding onto the edges of the chair with an exaggerated look of innocence. Then he twiddled his fingers and looked up, up, then down to the spot on the floor next to her chair and mimed falling over.
Leah snorted softly at how he was managing to get around her instructions, and narrowed her eyes, though they both knew she wasn’t even close to irritated. “Fine. But only the chair. You can’t use your hands on me. Not…yet.”
His eyes widened and so did his grin. Brandon gripped the chair to either side of her ass and bent to nu
zzle at her thigh, twisting his head to look up at her as he did it. All puppy eyes and pretended purity, but she knew better.
“Mouth only,” she warned in a voice gone husky with the desire he fed so perfectly inside her. “And don’t touch yourself, either.”
Brandon’s gaze went dark just before he closed his eyes and kissed the inside of her thigh, bare above the top of her stocking. She felt the hot, slick weight of his tongue on her sensitive flesh. He moved closer to her cunt, his breath gusting on her arousal. He gave no tentative flick with his tongue, no hesitating press of his lips. He kissed her clit just the way she liked it. Lips and the press of teeth behind them, firm. Then a slow, steady pressure with his tongue.
This was one of those situations where it was rapidly becoming unclear who, exactly, suffered by restricting the use of his hands. Certainly if she hadn’t told him he couldn’t use his hands, Brandon would’ve slid a finger or two inside her by now…but even as the thought of it tipped her head back and shifted her hips forward against his eager mouth, Leah knew that it was the thought that he could but would not that was getting her hot and wet and stiffening his cock.
“Fuck, I love you,” she said under her breath. She tangled her fingers in his thick dark hair, holding him in place, though it wasn’t like he was making any attempt to get away.
Brandon hummed against her cunt, another familiar noise of pleasure Leah adored. He didn’t need words for her to understand him, but she knew that, while she might have restricted his voice as thoroughly as the use of his hands, one of Brandon’s turn-ons was hearing her talk. So she did.
“I love it when you lick my clit, just like that. Suck it a little.” Her breath caught when he obeyed. “Oh, God. Brandon.”
He made that low noise again and the rhythm of his tongue on her clit faltered just for a second. She looked down at him, could see only closed eyes, the bridge of his nose. His lips and tongue worked against her, and it felt so fucking good she could almost ignore the way her ass was sliding on the slippery chair seat, how she was going to slide right off in another second if she weren’t careful. It was too awkward to hitch herself up a little higher, and the fact she’d chosen this chair precisely because it had no arms to get in the way of their fucking meant that now she had nothing to grab onto to stop herself. The edge of it now caught her just above the crack of her ass, pressing unpleasantly. Leah rocked her hips a little, shivering at how good that felt as she rubbed herself on Brandon’s face, but all too quickly wondering what she was going to do when she ended up on the floor…
She didn’t need to worry. Just as she started to fall, his big hands gripped her hips and not only held her steady but eased her just higher enough on the chair seat that she was once more safe. He looked up at her as he did, his mouth still firmly fastened between her legs, but both brows raised in a silent question.
Leah let go of his hair. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t let me fall.”
Brandon lifted his mouth, glistening, from her flesh. “Does this mean I can talk now, too?”
She laughed a little breathlessly and smoothed a fingertip over his brows. “No. Use your mouth for other things.”
“Hands, though?” He paused, giving her a deliberately cheesy, if entirely sexy, look. “Please?”
“Since you asked so…oh, fuck, that’s good.”
He hadn’t waited for her to finish but simply shifted just enough that he could put his mouth back on her clit, flicking it with his tongue while his lips expertly worked the hood, and pressed two fingers inside her at the same time. Leah wasn’t close enough to coming that the added sensation tipped her over, but the way he did it, so smooth, just right, certainly sent an uprush of pleasure through her. The chair creaked and she stifled a somewhat wild giggle at the thought she might still end up on the floor, this time in a shower of splintered wood.
“Stop,” she breathed, turned on and pleased by how he immediately did what she asked.
This was another sort of beauty, the way that, no matter how turned on he was or what he was doing, he was still so attuned to her that a simple command could stop him in his tracks. Leah pushed him gently away and he allowed her without even a protest, though he did give her a quizzical look. It changed a second later when she stood and shoved the chair out of the way.
“On your back.”
The carpet in this room was thick and plush and soft. It was why she hadn’t felt guilty at all about having him on his knees for so long, even though she knew too well from past experience that old soccer injuries made that position not the best for him. Still, it was better having him stretch out on his back in front of her, that thick, delicious cock now so tantalizingly hard she almost got on her own knees to take it in her mouth. Almost, not quite.
Though on the surface all of this—the list, the commands—might seem to be solely for her pleasure, the fact was that she’d instrumented this scenario because of how expertly it would flip Brandon’s switch. Standing, she straddled his hips and looked into his face. His hands rested lightly on her ankles. His eyes met hers without looking away, and she fell into the love she saw there. Love and anticipation, mirrored in the way he licked his mouth and let his gaze dip just for a second down to her pussy before going back up to hers. He was waiting for her.
Leah cocked a hip, eyeing him up and down, letting him wonder just what she meant to do. She dragged her toes up his side, tickling him a little, watching him laugh but not wiggle enough to loose the grip he’d retaken on her other ankle. She rested her foot again on his heart, never hard enough to hurt or even weigh him too fiercely. “Brandon.”
She’d learned a lot of his triggers over the past two years, ones he hadn’t even known he had, but his name would always be one of the strongest for both of them. He drew in a breath. His fingers tightened just briefly on her ankle. He opened his mouth to reply and she shook her head, reminding him of the list. He pressed his lips together on a smile, gaze flaring.
“I told you I wanted you to use your mouth for other things,” she reminded softly, circling her toes against his skin before settling her foot carefully next to his chest just below his arm. This position stretched her wide, gave him an unobstructed view of her open pussy. In another moment she’d taken another step to put herself directly over him. She knelt over his face, her cunt scant inches from his mouth, and slid her fingers over his forehead and through his hair to tug his head back just the smallest amount.
Leah thought she had more to say, but found no words. Action had to suffice. She shifted forward, her knees pressing and her hands finding the softness of the carpet. She angled herself over his mouth just right, close enough he didn’t have to strain to reach her but not pressing down on him. Oh, fuck, that was so sweet. Being able to rock herself in any direction, using his mouth for the friction but controlling the direction, the pace…all of it set her on a swift path to orgasm. She didn’t come yet, though. They didn’t play at orgasm denial and certainly never for punishment, but teasing herself to draw out the pleasure?
Yes, thank you.
Now, this close, she wanted to give him his voice. “Talk to me, Brandon.”
“I love eating your pussy,” he murmured against her, lifting his head to follow her when she eased herself up half an inch. “I want to get lost in it.”
She laughed softly, his words silly and sexy at the same time, the way most fucktalk sounded. “Do you?”
Given permission to speak, he must’ve figured hands were okay again too, because now he moved them to grip her hips and hold her in place. “Yes.” He licked her slowly, ending with a slow, small circle of her clit. “I could stay here all day, just like this.”
“All day?” She breathed out to keep her voice steady, no small feat since she was having trouble stopping the moan struggling to burst out of her. “That’s…a long time…”
“All day,” he assured her, voice muffled. He licked her again, then sucked gently, winning that moan from her at last. “I’d make y
ou come so many times you’d lose count.”
“Oh, would you?” Leah, eyes closed, dug her fingers into the thick carpet and held herself very, very still, letting the movement of his mouth as he spoke to her do all the work. All it would take was a few more whispers. A sentence. Maybe only half of one, and she was going to come.
“Maybe we could just start with one,” Brandon offered helpfully, and then did that thing with his lips and tongue he was so good at, the one she could never quite picture or figure out what he was doing because it always sent her tipping fast and furious over the edge into those few fluttering moments of oblivion that came from a truly spectacular orgasm.
Pleasure rippled through her and she no longer worried about holding back her moan. About holding anything back, really. Everything she had, she gave up to him in that moment, and the freedom of that was as much a part of the pleasure as anything he’d been doing to her with his mouth. Giving up to him, surrendering her pleasure to him, letting him do this for her…this was beauty too.
Blinking, she pushed up on her hands as her body still shook, then slid down his body to capture his mouth with hers. For the moment she could only focus on the hard thickness of his cock between them and the warmth of his mouth on hers. One hand went beneath his neck to dig into the softness of his hair at the base of his skull. She ground her cunt on his cock, already rising toward another orgasm and wondering if she ought to let it happen this way, or if she wanted to slide onto him.
Maybe she could try for both. But no, that would be greedy, wouldn’t it?
“I think,” she said into his ear, bending over him to lick at the lobe, “I want to fuck you now.”
“Grrrreat,” he said in a rumbling, hoarse voice. “Little help?”
She loved that they could laugh together. “What, you can’t manage?”
“The sooner you help me, the sooner I can be inside you,” he said, wriggling under her, still half-trapped by her cunt pushing down on his cock.
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