All Tyed Up

by Julia Harlow

  “Need some help?”

  “I need some help all right. Why don’t you come over here and take off my pants for me?”

  “Oh, I’ll come but not until your pants are off.” Isabel’s teasing laugh was more than he could stand, so he whipped off his trousers and boxers in one swoop and flung them across the room where they landed with a whoosh. He made a beeline for her when she spoke.

  “Hold on just a minute.” She threw back the covers and was out of the bed and in front of him before he reached her.

  “Let me look at you.” Her hands began at his shoulders and trailed down his arms, caressing his biceps and tracing the prominent blue veins with her fingertips. She fluttered her fingers across his chest, and when she bent her head to lick his nipple, her dark hair brushing his upper arm, his body trembled. The sensation of the wetness of her tongue and her ripe, naked body before him was too much. He bent to lift her under her knees and carried her back to the bed.

  “Let me make love to you, my sweet Isabel.” He found her mouth and covered it with his. When his tongue rimmed her bottom lip, her lips parted, and he delved into her honeyed mouth, stretching his body along all her softness. He knew his cock was poking into the side of her hip, but he couldn’t help it. All his careful control dissembled as he felt her luscious body easing against his. He gently touched her breasts with both hands, reveling in the firm fullness. He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, and grinning when he heard her little mewling sounds of pleasure.

  Isabel arched her back and held the back of his head, tugging at strands of his hair. When her hand traced down the center of his chest, over his abdomen, and down further until she cupped him, it was his turn to groan. Her fingers wrapped first around his balls and then grasped his rigid cock, rubbing him up and down.

  “Jesus, Isabel, you’re making me crazy.” His voice sounded strangled.

  “You feel so big, Ty. I love stroking your big thick length.”

  He moved part of the way on top of her, his thigh pinning one of hers open as his hand trailed down her belly to those dark, silky curls. His fingers separated the folds and one slipped inside her. When he felt her wetness, he groaned and his cock jerked.

  Before he knew it, she was urging him on top of her and guiding his thick cock toward her. “I want you inside me, Ty. Now.”

  Her warm breath in his ear, uttering those words, almost made him come. He spread her thighs wide and positioned himself. “It’s been a long time for you, Isabel. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I don’t care. Now, Ty. Now!”

  With a swivel of his hips, he thrust inside her tight wetness, reveling in the friction of being inside her. Then he stopped. “Hold still a minute.” He was sure if either of them moved even a quarter of an inch, he would climax that instant.

  Her hands gripped his ass, fingers digging into his muscles. “It feels so good, Ty. Please don’t stop,” she whimpered. She started to move again, thrusting her hips up and pressing her breasts with those enticingly hard nipples into his chest. Their sweat-slicked bodies writhed against each other, and he pumped hard into her. Grasping both of her wrists with one hand, he pinned them above her head while teasing a nipple with the other.

  “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.” She lifted her legs to his hips and latched on, the angle perfect for both of them. He felt her panting into his neck and pulled back.

  “Open your eyes, love. I want to watch you when you come.” Her eyes were shut tight. She seemed to be lost, and it took her a moment before she forced them open. He was on the brink of orgasm, his cock already big and hot and getting bigger and hotter. “You are beautiful, Isabel. You are a smart, beautiful woman. Tell me you know that.”

  “Oh, God, you feel so good, Ty, sliding in and out of me. Don’t stop.”

  “Focus, Isabel.” He panted. “Tell me you know you’re beautiful.”

  Her moss green eyes met his as her orgasm shattered her. “Yes!” she screamed.

  “Oh God, yes! Fuck yes!” His voice cracked on his answering cry as his big body shuddered and found its release. Both of them struggled to get enough air into their lungs while still gripping tight to one another.

  They must have slept because it was much later when Ty opened his eyes. Isabel lay curled on her side, facing him, her head on his shoulder and her arm draped across his chest. A rush of tenderness washed over him at the sight of her. He leaned in to kiss that lush mouth, and when he did, her eyes flickered open.

  “Hello, beautiful.”

  “Hello, yourself.” She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, the movement causing the sheet to fall away and reveal her spectacular breasts. His cock immediately shot to full attention.

  Turning on his side, he cupped her face in his hands. “Want something to drink? Or eat?” He was determined to see to her needs instead of giving in to the demands of his own insatiable body.

  “I want to be on top.”

  Well, that wasn’t at all what he expected her to say. His heart began to race. “You do, do you?”

  She lifted herself up, pushed him back into the mattress, and rested on one elbow. While she peered down at him, soft strands of her dark hair tickled his chest. When she leaned over and kissed him, her soft full lips on his, he resisted the powerful urge to slide her under him. Her tongue toyed with his. He loved the way she kissed, slow and thorough, never rushing the intense pleasure.

  Leaning back slightly, she smoothed the hair away from his forehead, kissed his eyelids and the tip of his nose, and then settled back on his mouth. He couldn’t keep his hands from sliding down her back, exploring each little bump of her backbone, and moving lower to cup the luscious rounds of her ass. How could he ever get enough of this woman?

  One of her legs covered his thigh, and she shifted until she straddled him. She slid her body down his until her mouth was on his cock, pulling the ultra-sensitive tip into that ripe mouth. His head came up off the pillow. She sucked half of his length hard and he groaned. Watching her naked, voluptuous body, his eyes only half open, he thought he’d never seen anything as erotic as Isabel sucking his cock. He’d had more blowjobs than he could possibly count, but none had ever been like this. If all the blood hadn’t rushed to a particular part of his body, he might have taken a minute to consider why that was.

  Right before he came, she slid up his body, positioned his broad tip at her vagina, and lowered herself down onto his cock. Her breasts swayed above him, and he cupped them, rubbing the tips of his thumbs over her nipples as he felt her on the brink of orgasm.

  They came together, writhing in ecstatic pleasure, their bodies slick with sweat, both of them lost in a euphoric stupor. She stretched her body on top of his and kissed his jaw, trying to catch her breath. “Mmm, that was so good, Ty.” Sucking his earlobe, she managed to whisper, “As soon as I can walk again, I want to take a shower.”

  He chuckled, the vibration rumbling deep in his chest. “Let’s take one together.” After a few more minutes, he pulled her after him into the bathroom.

  He took her again against the slick tiled wall of the shower with her legs locked around his hips.

  Afterwards, he dried her off with one of the huge fluffy white towels, admiring every inch of her alluring body as he blotted the droplets of water and breathed in her lovely peaches and vanilla scent. He decided it must be her shampoo. It took an effort to wrap her in the gray robe when he could have gone on ogling her forever.

  “Let me feed you. How about scrambled eggs and bacon?”

  “What time is it?”

  “Around midnight. Does it matter?”

  “Not really. Just wondering. You know, actually, scrambled eggs and bacon sound wonderful. I’m starving.”

  “Yeah, me too.” He winked at her, slid his arms into a matching gray robe, and pushed a button on the room phone. “Scrambled eggs, bacon, croissants, and mimosas served in the owner’s suite. As soon as you can get it here, please.�
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  When the food arrived in record time and they’d settled at a table in the bedroom suite, Ty wasn’t sure anything had ever tasted so delicious to him. Was it simply because Isabel was with him? She was the most responsive lover, uninhibited, enthusiastic, sometimes awkward, not caring if a particular pose were correct, but throwing herself into whatever they were doing one hundred percent. He knew he was a hopeless case with anything that concerned Isabel Beachwood.

  “These are the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever eaten. They taste so fresh. And the thick-sliced bacon is perfectly smoked. I’m famished.” Her smile when she met his eyes caused his heart to skip several beats. She’d pulled her dark hair over one shoulder, and as she leaned over to take another bite, he watched the fork disappear in that irresistible mouth. He wanted her all over again. He’d had three of the best orgasms of his life in less than an hour, but was overcome with the need to have her again.

  “Eat your eggs before they get cold, Ty.” She tore a flaky croissant in half, slathered it with French butter, added a dollop of strawberry preserves, and held it out for him to take a bite. He managed to catch her finger in a little bite just as he’d intended and she yelped. He grabbed the other half of the croissant, buttered it and added preserves, then fed it to her.

  “Listen, Isabel. I want you to come back to the penthouse with me and spend the night. Will you?” His eyes zeroed in on her mouth as her tongue licked a bit of preserves from her full bottom lip.

  Those green eyes assessed him. It felt as though she could see right through to his soul. “I should really go back to the loft. I don’t know if Ellen is there, and I need to check on Pilot.”

  He knew the expression on his face must appear as if someone had just snatched his most precious possession away from him. She spoke again. “Why don’t you spend the night with me at the loft?”

  He couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. She did want to spend the night with him, after all! “Tell you what. I want you to spend the night with me at the penthouse, so why don’t we stop by the loft and pick up Pilot and whatever else you need? If Ellen’s not there, I’ll take Queenie out for a walk while you get Pilot’s food and pack an overnight bag. I really want to spend part of the day with you tomorrow unless you have other plans.”

  After another sip of mimosa, Isabel nodded. “Okay, it’s a deal. I’d love to see your penthouse, and spending part of tomorrow with you sounds wonderful.”

  Her forthright honesty gave him a boost of confidence he didn’t know he needed but made him feel warm inside, nevertheless. Instead of playing games or pretending to be coy and all the other bullshit women he’d dated had pulled on him, she spoke honestly, straight from her heart, one of the many things he loved about her.

  Chapter 13

  The Bentley cruised along the relatively quiet streets of downtown San Francisco en route to Ty’s penthouse. Isabel sighed and leaned her head back against the cushy leather seat. Ty reached over and clasped her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingertips. Ellen hadn’t been at the loft, so Ty had taken Queenie for a quick walk while Isabel had gotten her things together.

  The abrupt ping of an incoming text from the cell phone inside her clutch broke through the serene ambiance. Ty’s phone had been turned off since the beginning of the evening, and he hadn’t checked it once during the entire time they’d been together. It was past midnight. Who would be texting her at this hour? Could it be an emergency?

  She glanced over at Ty, his big hand gripping the leather steering wheel.

  “I should probably check this.”

  “Go right ahead.” He smiled over at her.

  Isabel read the panicky text from Ellen, who had just arrived home. She wanted to know if Ty had kidnapped her and demanded an immediate response or said she’d call the police. She added that Pilot was gone. Granted, Isabel was usually home before midnight, but this was a ridiculous overreaction on Ellen’s part.

  “Ellen’s threatening to contact the police if I don’t text her back immediately that I’m all right. I knew I should have left her a note.”

  Ty didn’t respond right away, but when he finally did, his voice sounded brusque. “So what the hell does she think I’ve done with you?”

  Isabel traced her finger around the smooth edge of her phone. “It’s ironic. She tortured me when we were kids, but now she’s gone overboard in the opposite direction. Somehow she sees herself as my protector.”

  “She’s not your protector. I am, and she’d better watch it!” He growled.

  Isabel tapped out a quick reply letting Ellen know that she was fine and wouldn’t be home until sometime tomorrow. And that Pilot was with them.

  “Don’t get all bristly on me now, Ty. I’ve had the most heavenly evening.” She couldn’t help her goofy grin.

  His hand settled on her thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “Me too, and it’s not over. Not by a long shot.”

  He pulled into a garage and angled into a parking space with TG embossed on a plaque on the wall. Parked next to them was the Maybach, and next to that was a black Range Rover. All had TG plaques above them. By now she knew to wait until Ty came around to the passenger side to open the door, and she appreciated the gentlemanly gesture. The contact with his warm hand sent jolts up her arm and all the way down her body.

  Isabel had recognized the steep ascent up Telegraph Hill, but wasn’t sure which building this was because they’d entered through a garage. Ty grabbed her overnight bag as she clipped on Pilot’s leash. He led her to an elevator that turned out to have direct access to his penthouse.

  Before the elevator doors opened, she asked, “Where are we?”

  “The Admiralty.”

  As he unlocked the door and motioned her inside, she took in the grand entry and living room beyond. The living room walls were paneled in a rich, warm wood, maybe English walnut, she surmised. An Aubusson area rug centered two buttery damask upholstered sofas facing each other, perpendicular to an incredible carved maroon marble fireplace surround. A fire blazed and crackled in the hearth, giving off the crisp leafy smell of autumn, even though it was May. Two extraordinary gold-leaf urns graced each end of the mantle. Exquisite oil paintings with brass picture lights graced the walls, while an antique mahogany secretary with a gilt Friedman Brothers mirror hanging above it anchored one wall.

  She hadn’t expected the room to look old world and traditional; she’d imagined the décor would match the feel of Ty’s office, which was sleekly contemporary. His penthouse was a complete one-eighty.

  “Come in. I’ll take your overnight case to the bedroom. I should clarify: my bedroom. Make yourself comfortable.” He nodded toward the living room, with a mischievous grin.

  After he disappeared, Isabel sank down on an upholstered chair while Pilot sat beside her. She knew how badly he wanted to sniff every inch of this new place, but he instead remained at her side. When Ty returned, minus his jacket and tie, she stared at the body on display. Those broad shoulders and muscles obvious under his dress shirt stirred her desire again. After so many spectacular orgasms this evening, should she still be aroused? She gave Pilot a hand signal releasing him to explore to his heart’s content.

  Ty spoke up. “What would you like to drink? I’m having another glass of tawny port. I have a very nice Chardonnay if you’d prefer wine.”

  “I’ve never had port. I’d love to try it.”

  Ty stood before a built-in bar, and her eyes lingered on the play of muscles in his back as he poured them each a glass of the golden-brown liquid and carried the bottle and glasses to her, offering her one. He lowered himself down onto one of the sofas and patted the cushion next to him.

  “Come over here, Isabel.”

  Magnetic waves seemed to draw her to him. She had no resistance to this powerful attraction. Making her way over to him as if in a trance, she settled on the sofa next to him. He pulled her over so close that their arms and thighs touched, and he draped his arm over
her shoulders. “Let’s have a toast, and then I want to talk to you about tomorrow.”

  He lifted his glass and clinked it with hers. “To a spectacular evening, I wish it would never end.” She couldn’t help her broad smile as he spoke the words that mirrored her own sentiments exactly. She tilted the stemmed glass to her lips and took a tentative sip. The combination of sweet and medium dry was exquisite. She felt Ty’s eyes on her.

  “Describe how it tastes to you.”

  “Um, well, first there’s a delicious burnt-caramel taste, then something like fig, I think, and a hint of a bitter chocolate. It’s both sweet and dry.” She took another sip, swirling the liquid over her tongue, savoring it. “And wonderful. Tell me about it.”

  “I’m quite impressed with your description. It’s spot on for someone who’s never tasted port. Pay attention. There will be a quiz later.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his index finger. “This is thirty–year-old Niepoort Tawny Port. It’s made from red grapes grown in North Portugal’s Douro Valley. It’s fortified with brandy and aged in wood casks. Tawny port is lighter in taste than vintage ports and obviously not the ruby red color.”

  He took another sip and set his glass down on the coffee table, focusing all his attention on her. “So, about tomorrow. I need to work from my office here in the morning. I’m usually up by seven on Saturday. Feel free to sleep as long as you like. We can have brunch on the balcony or go out, whichever you’d like.

  “I have a black-tie function tomorrow night. It’s Grandin Financial’s annual bash to celebrate our company’s accomplishments—the most important event of the year for both the company and for me.” He paused, lifting a tendril of her dark hair and curling it around his finger. “I really want you to accompany me.

  “You’ll need a formal evening gown. If you don’t have one, I have a personal shopper on standby who’ll help you select a gown, shoes, and accessories.” She jerked away from him.

  He took a deep breath. “Hold on a minute, Isabel. Just hear me out. I know you didn’t want me to buy you the Delft vase, but this is different. There’s no way I’m going to let you spend a small fortune on a gown for an event I’ve invited you to at the last minute. Agreed?”