Hot in Handcuffs

by Day, Sylvia; Black, Shayla; Walker, Shiloh

  But that wasn’t on his agenda.

  When he pulled away and lifted her to her feet, she moaned. “Jon…”

  “Stop, Doc. You’re damn good at that,” he panted.

  Lucia grinned shyly. “Beginner’s luck?”

  “We’ve established that you read.”

  “And pay attention to what my friends have said about their boyfriends…”

  Jon growled. “Don’t want you hearing about other guys’ sex lives.”

  The possessive statement jolted her with pleasure. “Trust me, I’m only thinking about you right now.”

  “Good girl.” He caressed her cheek, then looked past her to the bed. “Get on. Flat on your back. Spread your legs for me.”

  The dark command in his voice both aroused and scared her. He wasn’t the lover who’d been putty in her hands a few minutes ago. He was now completely in charge, his nearly black gaze like a drill penetrating all her bravado to see to the soft woman underneath who not just wanted his passion, but needed his tenderness.

  He caressed her hip. “I’m riding a thin edge, Doc. But you can trust me. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll work like hell to make it good for you.”

  With a nod, she eased onto the bed, conscious of the generous flare of her hips, the less than flat curve of her belly. Jon liked her as she was, though. He’d be disappointed if she couldn’t get past herself to follow a simple command. Lucia forced herself to spread her legs.

  She could work up her courage, but there was one issue she couldn’t discount.

  “It’s going to hurt.” She bit her lip.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand. “For a second. That’s unavoidable.”

  “You speaking from experience?” In an odd way, she hoped that he was.

  “Sorry, Doc. I grew up in a rough neighborhood. My dad was gone. Mama worked two jobs to feed Stef and me. I started taking odd jobs when I was ten, and by the time I got enough spare time in my day to think about sex, most of the girls I knew had been around the block a few times.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think at my age that I’d be having this first with anyone.”

  “At your age?” She swatted his arm. “You’re hardly ready for assisted living.”

  His gaze grew serious. “I’m thirty-five, chronologically. In experience, I’m fucking Methuselah. I don’t deserve to touch you.”

  She sat up, shoving aside the fact that her boobs probably sagged and her stomach likely pooched. Instead, she just put her arms around him and brushed a kiss over his mouth.

  “I come from a family you have every right to hate. I have an IQ that put me in the freak category when I was very young, so my social skills ensured I said the wrong thing at least once a conversation. Sometimes, I still do. Boys saw me as a pudgy nuisance. When all my classmates were sixteen…I was eleven. When we graduated from high school, three of the girls were visibly pregnant. That was the week I got my first period. Don’t start me on college. Even when I finally got a figure, all the guys called me ‘jail bait.’” She shrugged. “Chronologically, I’m twenty-five today. But I guess in a lot of ways, I’m still a baby to you. If you’d rather not do this—”

  Jon covered her mouth with his and shoved her back to the bed, mounting her in a second. His tongue delved deep, taking total possession of her. Lucia opened to him, clung, wrapped her arms around him. He wedged his hips between her thighs, and she felt every inch of his steely cock pressing against her slick folds, probing, sliding, prodding her clit until she gasped and arched up to him.

  “You’re definitely not a baby, Doc. I can’t look at you like anything less than a sexy woman I can’t do without touching for another second.”

  Every word wiped away her insecurity and sadness. He managed to open up everything inside her, and she mentally threw the doors open to her body—and her heart. “Then don’t.”

  He lifted himself onto his arms and glanced down her body, his gaze turning hotter with every sweep. “Not rushing this.”

  Jon lowered himself to her, this time a bit farther down her body—right to her breasts. “These are a wet dream.” He plumped one with one hand and kissed the side of her breast, his exhalations hovering over her nipple. She shivered and felt every sensation acutely. It was as if her body was completely attuned to him, suddenly swelling, rising, blooming just for him.

  “That’s it, Doc,” he whispered just before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  Instantly, she moaned and thrust her hands into his inky hair. Thick, glossy, perfect to hold on to as he took her apart one lick, suck, and nip at a time. Blood rushed to her nipples, and it only made him devour her more. She’d never been more aware of any part of herself, but no escaping how the sensitive little pebbles cried out for more. And every pull of his lips on her made a trail of fire flame right toward her sex. It clenched, ached with emptiness.

  “Jon.” She sounded desperate because she was. If he stopped now, if he didn’t give her what her body craved…God, she was about to crawl out of her skin. Everything underneath felt hot and foreign and on the verge of an orgasm unlike anything she’d ever been able to give herself, batteries or not.

  “We’re going to get there, Doc,” he murmured as he pressed his lips to the heavy underside of her breast, then laved his way up to her nipple, covering it and taking it in the hot depths of his mouth as he stared. Just stared. His dark gaze fused to hers, so connected she knew the rhythm of his breathing, of his heartbeat, of the blood racing through his body with the force of his desire.

  Then he started kissing his way down her body, prying her thighs wider. His gaze never left hers. Pressing hot kisses over her belly, he gripped her hip with one hand—and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, his dark eyes promising bed-scratching, back-arching, scream-worthy pleasure. Lucia’s heart stuttered, skipped a few beats. She knew exactly where he was headed, and the thought sent a jolt of desire sizzling through her body. Her sex wept. She could feel it. No way he wouldn’t see it as soon as he looked—

  “You’re so wet,” he groaned as he stared at her slick folds. His thumb grazed the top of her mound, just above her clit, and she arched up, trying to put that touch just where she wanted it.

  “Not yet.” He held her in place and leaned in, breathing hard.

  Lucia writhed against his tight hold. She loved his possession, his control of her, but her body hungered for more. She couldn’t stop writhing and moaning when his hot breath caressed the most intimate and untouched part of her body. After twenty-five years of waiting, of being such a good girl, she wanted to be so, so bad.

  “Jon!” She tugged at his hair, pleading. “I need you. Touch me. Something.”

  He palmed her ass and lifted her off the mattress a fraction, settling himself deeper between the V of her thighs. She looked down her body to him, and he wore a devilish smile.

  “The anticipation can be half the pleasure.”

  “I’ve been anticipating for my whole life. I feel like I’m about to burst. My sanity is unraveling as quickly as my patience. Please…”

  He brushed his thumb across her wet flesh, pausing to rub a little circle over her clit. “I’m going to take really good care of you, Doc. On my timetable. Now close your eyes.”

  No way she couldn’t obey the deep command in his murmur. He didn’t have to speak loudly to get her attention.

  And then she felt the wet warmth of his tongue sliding into her folds, drinking of her juices, weaving a clever path up to her clit, where he laved and flicked, swirled, nudged, teased—then sucked.

  The blood rushed through her body, roared into her head. Her heartbeat felt like an anvil against a steely breast, hard, loud, reverberating. And the pleasure buried her like an avalanche. Lucia had lived her entire life by complicated associations, metaphors, unraveling history’s most important moments, looking for every nuance of meaning and finding a soft satisfaction when she found personal understanding in the moments that had shaped mankind. In this moment, she couldn’t s
tring two words together that didn’t end with “please” and desperate pleading to Jon to let her fall deep into the looming pleasure.

  And she couldn’t find the voice to beg. The ache between her legs coiled and clawed higher. She whimpered, gripping him. Jon was in perfect control of her body, ruthlessly pushing her up the pinnacle to a place she’d never been before, pausing or slowing his ministrations until she went wild, bucking and thrashing under him. Only then did he give her more, taking her again right to the very edge of pleasure, then backing away, soothing, shushing her demands with a soft touch. Once he’d dragged her back from the precipice and breathing became part of her ritual again, he’d dive in once more, hungry, unapologetic, determined.

  Lucia had never known anything like this—suspended from reality, so trapped inside her body while achingly aware of his every move and breath. The waiting…God, he held her in the palm of his hand, and his sure hands and little smile told her that he was terribly comfortable with that fact.

  “Jon, please. Please!” she panted, every muscle in her legs tingling, trembling. A pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known was right there.

  “I know, Doc. I want at least this to be really good for you. I don’t know how much you’ll be able to enjoy penetration the first time.” He grazed her clit rhythmically with his thumb, let off, then fingered each side of the little nub, awakening yet a whole new set of nerves. Back and forth, back and forth. Lucia bypassed begging and pleading, heading straight for tears at the merciless way he took her apart. Then he sucked her in his mouth one last time. “Come now, pet.”

  As if his soft demand unlocked all the barriers to her body, every door and window inside her burst wide open. She let out a high, keening cry as the pleasure crested, wracking her as she shuddered, whirling and dizzy. Black spots danced in her vision. Her hearing stopped working entirely for a long moment, as if her body needed all its resources to process a climax this monumental.

  And Jon stayed with her, using his fingers and mouth, until she rode the orgasm to its rough, shuddering crash at the end. She landed back in her body with a tumble, aware of her chest sucking in gulps of air, her heart rattling against her breastbone like a native drum…and languid satisfaction curling through every one of her limbs. Her brain? Not interested in coming back online.

  “Oh. My. God.” She sagged against the bed, wiping at her damp brow.

  Jon stood and palmed the condom. “Last chance. I’ll leave you here, if you want.”

  Her gaze snapped up to him. Was he insane? Come this far and not feel him deep inside her, not fulfill one of her darkest wishes? No way would she not have every chance to give him back even a tenth of the pleasure he’d given her.

  “There’s only one thing I want.” She spread her legs in invitation. “One person I want. Now, Jon.”

  He didn’t hesitate again, just stood, donned the condom over that sizeable cock, and slipped between her legs. “Keep with me. Tell me how you’re feeling. Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’ll just be a moment, right?” She opened her arms, curling them around his neck.

  “I swear, I’ll make the pain worth the pleasure.”

  “I know.”

  Jon stared, those dark eyes delving into her as he took her hips in his hands. She curled her legs around him as he probed against her slick opening. Unbelievably, just being near him started the rising tide of desire again. That little ache clawed its way behind her clit once more. Her heart picked up the pace again, as if the last marathon of pleasure had only been a warm-up.

  Then he sank into her slowly, inching through tissues that had never known intrusion. The barrier of her virginity stopped him, and he sighed.

  “Look at me. Nowhere else.” He took one of her hands in his, lacing their fingers together.

  At Lucia’s nod, Jon eased back, holding her hip in a hard grip. That and his shuddering breath were her only warnings before he thrust hard, ripping through the barrier and shoving deep inside her. A tearing pain assailed her. She cried out, body tensing. The echoes of that pain arrowed down her limbs and tore through her body. And still he kept shoving in until he was fully immersed inside her. Then Jon sat perfectly still, focusing completely on her with his watchful gaze.

  He did nothing. A second passed, another, one more…With each moment, the pain diminished, replaced by an achy tenderness between her legs. She’d be sore later, but now that he was inside her, the wonder of it overtook her. She could feel his heartbeat both against her chest and deep inside her sex. He brushed her hair off her forehead, caressing her reverently. The last of the pain-induced tension drained away.

  “You okay?” His voice sounded as if he’d dragged it through gravel behind a speeding car. The effort to hold back was clearly costing him. That he’d take such effort for her was so damn endearing. As if she needed more reasons to be in love with him.

  “Great. Really.” Except an ache moved in between her legs and settled in. And it wasn’t pain, but need. She frowned, wriggled, arched up to him.

  Jon hissed in a breath, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m trying to stay still for you, Doc. Let your body get used to me. Just a bit longer.”

  A bit longer, and she’d go insane. “Now, Jon!” She planted her feet on the bed and lifted herself up to him. “I’ve waited twenty-five years for this. I’ve told you I’m not breakable. You’ve been so patient. Don’t you want more? Take it.”

  He smiled and brushed a soft kiss across her mouth. “Yes, ma’am. You’re awfully bossy, and I’m letting you be right now. Don’t get used to it.”

  Did that mean he expected to take her to bed again? Lucia was giddy with the thought. This might not be forever, but he wasn’t in a hurry to leave her yet. And she’d take that—at least for now. If she had her way, however, he’d make love to her, realize that he truly cared about her, and never want to let her go.

  Fat chance, but it was a lovely fantasy, and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

  JON HOOVERED IN a deep breath and tried to clear his head. It was either that or turn into a raving wild man above the soft curves of Lucia’s lush body and plow into her tight pussy over and over. He couldn’t do that. She deserved tenderness her first time. God knew he wasn’t usually the gentlest of lovers, but he was determined to make this everything she’d waited for.

  Maybe then she wouldn’t run off when this was over. Maybe they’d have time to explore what might be between them.

  Grasping her thighs, he lifted them to his waist, and she curled her legs around him. Experimentally, he withdrew. Her body tugged at him, clung, gripping so tight. Fuck, his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. And when he eased back in, she welcomed him deep, slick flesh easing the way, then clenched him even harder. Shit, he wasn’t sure how long he could last through this unrelenting sensual torture. But he was determined to give it his all to make her come at least once.

  He rolled over, still deep inside her, until she sat astride, thighs hugging his hips. Oh, hell. Wasn’t that a gorgeous view? Lucia was all woman, with her soft, flushed face, her heavy breasts with their tight rosy-brown nipples, the small waist, a little curve to her belly, and those hips that fascinated him so much. Her instinct kicked in, and she rooted around on his cock, raising and lowering herself, hands braced on his chest, giving him one hell of a cleavage show. But he was transfixed by her face, those flushed cheeks, the gasping wonder of her wide eyes. She showed every expression—even the occasional twinge of pain—as he planted himself even deeper inside her pussy, but discomfort quickly changed to overwhelming pleasure as she rose up and eased down again.

  Beneath her, he tensed and widened his stance—then fucked her slowly from beneath, the aim and cadence of his stroke designed to hit that sensitive spot inside her over and over. Jon established a slow, deep stroke, a steady cadence deep inside her. Within seconds, she dug her nails into his shoulders and moved with him, helping him undo the last of her composure.

  “Y
ou look so sexy, Doc. Being inside you is better than any fantasy I could imagine. That’s it…Move with me.” He grabbed her hips and picked up the pace. “Fuck. I feel you tightening, pet.”

  “Jon!”

  “I’m here. Take it. Feel it. Let it go.”

  “I don’t—” She looked at him with wide-eyed amazement. “This is different. Oh God…Oh!” She panted, then closed her eyes.

  Her obvious arousal climbing was one hell of a turn-on for him, and he kept giving her one deep plunge of his cock after another. Her pussy fluttered, then clamped down.

  “Come for me, Lucia!”

  She screamed, and he increased his pace from beneath her, pounding relentlessly against her most sensitive spot. Fuck, he could feel her swelling, her nails in his skin. But it was the desperate pleasure in her helpless stare that really turned him inside out. God, she was everything he’d imagined and more. Innocent, but not totally shy. Educated, but untried. And uninhibited.

  Fuck, he had to get deeper.

  Rolling Lucia to her back, he planted his knees on the mattress and gripped the insides of her thighs, pulling them even wider apart. Rising up over her, he tilted her hips up and prodded that one spot inside her unmercifully. It would still be sensitive from her last orgasm. But Jon wasn’t taking any chances. He covered her abdomen with one hand and prodded her clit with his thumb, fucking into her in short, deep strokes.

  She gasped and shook her head back and forth, bucking wildly underneath him. “Yes! Oh my God, yes. Don’t stop. Please,” she begged. “I’m going to…”

  Yeah, she was. She did—with a long growl of a moan, scratching at the sheets, and throwing her hips up at him. Around his cock, he felt a warm gush of fluid coat him, easing his way even deeper in her pussy.