“I picked you up after the rugby game. You haven’t told me your name,” she purred. “Names aren’t important when all we want is a quick fuck.”
Tyler frowned. He wanted to shake her, to tell her this wasn’t a quick bang to appease a hunger. That it meant more. His frown intensified when he recalled his stipulation of one month. Irritated because she’d twisted the words and turned them back on him, he traced one finger around the base of a breast. Issy quivered but didn’t utter a word. Tyler repeated the move, determined to wrest back control. He would make her beg for release, beg for him to give that release. Beg to appease his irritation. He skimmed his fingers over her entire breast but each time stopped short of her sensitive nipples.
“After you’d tugged your nipples, what would you do?”
“I’d get out my toys. My nipple clamps. I’d get lubricant, the kind that heats and makes a girl’s naughty bits tingle.”
“Naughty bits?” Tyler pictured her doing exactly as she’d described. He imagined her tightening clamps onto her nipples until they turned a rich rosy pink from the firm grip. He heard the squeeze of the lube bottle and smelled the distinctive scent of the lubricant as it dribbled onto her palm. Yeah, he saw it all too well.
A burst of heat shot to his dick, and he struggled to control his urge to plunge inside her hard and fast. Instead, he took one nipple between finger and thumb. He tugged, stretching and pulling.
She moaned deep in her throat, the sound wild and feral. Issy’s hips shifted from side to side, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Fascinated, Tyler repeated the move and watched her nipple turn a deep pink.
“What would you do with the lubricant?”
Issy sighed, her eyelids at half-mast. “I’d dribble it on my fingers and smooth it up and down my cleft until I burned with need.” Her eyes opened wide and brown eyes stared at him. “I’d tease myself for a long time. Until I was so sensitive I couldn’t bear it for a second longer, until I was so hot I didn’t feel the chill of the winter air nipping at my naked body.”
Tyler gulped. The woman had a way with words. He played with her nipples, plucking at both until they were taut and stiff.
“Come closer,” she whispered. “I want to touch you.”
“Your hands are tied. You can’t touch me.”
Issy licked her mouth, her pink tongue stroking sensually across her full bottom lip. “I don’t just want to touch. I want to taste.”
Like a man in a trance he crawled closer, desperate for those lips to wrap around his straining cock. It might shut her up for a while, give him respite, because at the rate she was going, she was going to kill him.
Chapter Three
Issy could hardly believe the confidence of her words. And best of all no stutter. Score. From the moment he’d taken her against the wall, instinct had kicked in along with self-belief and an idea to turn her infatuation into a long-term relationship.
Tyler liked sex.
Perfect, because she liked sex too.
The only lover she’d had was her fiancé. They’d broken the engagement, realizing they couldn’t live together without killing each other and hot loving was all that kept them together. Sex hadn’t been enough, especially since thoughts of Tyler intruded at the oddest moments.
With Tyler it was different. They had rugby in common. They’d known each other for years and she liked him a lot. All right. She loved him. The fall had happened at a young age and she measured every man she’d met since against Tyler. All of them had come up lacking. Now, according to Tyler’s rules, she had a month to prove their suitability.
Tyler straddled her chest, bringing his cock within licking distance and jerking her back to the present.
“Hold your cock and guide it to my mouth,” she said, a thrill of pure naughtiness taking grip. A shudder racked her body when she saw the passion, the tinge of red in his cheekbones. His cock, swollen and fully extended, quivered in front of her mouth. His balls had drawn tight and a pearl of pre-cum formed on his ruddy crown as she watched. His chest rose and fell and she heard him swallow.
Yeah, she had him hooked and off-balance.
She felt her lips quirk since they’d traded positions when it came to self-assurance. Now to reel him in and make this infatuation into the real deal.
Tyler fisted his cock and rubbed it across her lips before she had a chance to react. She didn’t miss on the second pass. Issy surrounded the tip of his cock with her hot mouth and sucked, swiping her tongue across the head.
“Are you trying to send me mad?” His voice rose toward the end of his sentence.
Issy smiled around his cock and sucked harder, drawing a growl from him. His entire body shuddered and he gave an involuntary thrust, pushing his shaft deeper into her mouth. When she glanced up, she saw an expression of almost pain carved into his features.
He pulled free without warning, his eyes flicking open to spear a glare in her direction. “I’m meant to tease you, not the other way around. You’re the one bound.”
Issy grinned and waggled her hips, sliding her butt across the navy duvet in a seductive manner. “Do your worst.”
“Maybe I’ll gag you as well,” he said, a trace of humor lurking in his blue eyes.
“Oh go on,” Issy said. “Let me talk. Live dangerously.” She wriggled a bit to draw his attention to her breasts. As she’d hoped, he stared until her nipples tingled, the sensation echoing in her pussy. He plucked a nipple, squeezing, the small pain sending shockwaves through her body. She just knew this was going to be good. Tyler repeated the move, extreme concentration furrowing his brow. Her soft gasp resounded in the silent room and she fought against the bonds, wishing she could touch and tease in return.
Finally, he took her into his mouth, the warm, wet suction even better than the tugging and teasing of his fingers. A sigh of pleasure escaped her. A hint of teeth followed by the soothing flick of his tongue brought an insistent tingle to life between her legs.
“More.” Damn, she needed more pressure.
Issy flexed her hips, demanding the attention she craved. Her fiancé had been a good lover but Tyler pushed her that bit higher. To her frustration, he ignored her invitation and continued to drive her to distraction with his hands and tongue. He kissed her eyelids. He pressed a sloppy kiss to her cleavage, making a loud noise with his mouth that brought a jolt of surprised laughter.
“Moving right along,” she suggested.
“When I’m ready.”
He licked the hollow at her throat, teasing a wildly beating pulse to a frenzy, tormenting and pushing her pulse rate even higher. Issy bit her bottom lip to stop the building moan from emerging. Surely he wouldn’t tease her for much longer, not when his cock left such a damp trail across her stomach. She waited with bated breath but he continued at his own sweet pace. He ran his fingers through her hair, arranging it on the white pillow where her head rested. Then he sat back on his heels and just looked his fill. His gaze seemed to caress each part of her—the curve of her breasts, the long, lean lines of her body and the line of hair at the juncture of her thighs.
This tormenting had to stop.
In an attempt to distract him, she forced her legs apart as far as the bindings allowed.
“What do you think I should do next?”
Finally. “I think you should put your cock in my pussy. Thrust hard and fast until we both explode.”
“I suppose that’s one option,” he mused. “Or I could eat you out. Or use my fingers to make you come before I prepare you all over again.”
“Tyler!”
“Don’t you think you can wait that long?”
A primitive throb kicked to life in her veins and she barely resisted the urge to tremble. Cool air whispered over her moist nipples while her sex burned with arousal.
“No,” she wailed. “Put your cock in me now.”
“Are you sure? Oh maybe not,” he conceded. “But the payoff would be worthwhile.” Tyler drew one finger across her
collarbone and down toward her cleavage. He paused to lick his finger before skimming it across her rib cage. A light kiss landed on her hipbone. He tickled her inner thighs with the brush of his stubbled cheek before nudging her swollen folds with the flat of his tongue.
“No,” Issy wailed when intense prickling signaled the start of her orgasm. “Please let me come with you inside me. Please, Tyler. Please.”
Tyler’s chuckle of triumph held a hard edge. “This time only,” he said. “The next time we play the game all the way through by my rules.”
“Yes, anything.” Issy gulped, trying to breathe through the sensations threatening to engulf her.
“Anything?” Tyler asked. “You might regret that promise hanging over your head, never knowing when I’ll call it in.” He stroked his cock while he waited for her answer, running his thumb over the glistening head. She watched the move avidly. “Issy?”
“I trust you, Tyler. The promise stands.”
“Good.” His eyes narrowed, the feral expression bringing a rush of excitement. Arousal seeped from her tingling pussy and she shifted, trying to soothe the ache.
Tyler moved over her. Taking his cock in his hand again, he pumped it slowly. His large frame shuddered.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I hope you’re as ready as you say you are.”
“I am. Let me show you.” She needed him desperately, needed his thick, long cock tunneling inside her, filling and pushing her into sweet climax. Oh boy. Desperately didn’t quite cover the spectrum of desires swirling through her body and mind.
Their gazes met and clung. Issy felt her eyes widen when he pushed inside her, one increment at a time.
“Tyler.”
“Yeah?”
“Go any slower and your life is in danger the instant my hands and legs are free.” She shifted her hips, attempting to drive him deeper. Using his greater strength, he held her in place, continuing to do things his way until he filled her completely. She sucked in an excited breath, savoring the throbbing hardness of him. The only thing that could make it feel better would be the thrust and grind of his cock, flesh slapping against flesh. To her frustration, he remained embedded without moving. “Fuck me, dammit.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please, fuck me.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” Tyler drawled. “It makes me hot.” He smiled, kissed her lips and started to thrust. Hard, fast drives that moved her up the mattress and made the bed squeak. She loved every minute of the rough fucking. She lifted her hips, desire shooting to an even higher plateau with each slap of their flesh. Sweet, delicious agony. She closed her eyes to absorb the myriad sensations.
“Open your eyes, Issy. I want to see your pleasure and for you to see mine.”
Seductive words. She lifted weighted lids and caught his gaze. Beautiful blue eyes that swirled full of passion. The wet sound of arousal filled the air with each thrust. The tingle around her clit grew deeper until it was almost painful. Issy gasped, her channel clamping down hard on his cock. She trembled on the cusp of release, balanced on a knife-edge of pleasure and pain.
Tyler drove into her again and she shattered, the pleasure streaking to her toes and rippling upward through her torso. Tyler thrust a final time, making a dark sound of passion as his cock jerked with hard contractions. His mouth slammed down on hers while she luxuriated in the aftershocks.
“I think you’ve worn me out.” He curled his warm, heavy body around hers, holding her so tight she had trouble breathing.
“Tyler,” she protested. “I need to breathe.”
“Surely not,” he teased. But he loosened his grip and fumbled with the ties binding her arms and legs before rolling onto his side and enveloping her sweat-sheened body with his heat.
Issy smiled sleepily, satisfaction singing inside. Yep, if she kept this up, he couldn’t help but become addicted and as infatuated with her as she was with him.
Heck, he might even decide they had a future together.
Chapter Four
Wednesday, three weeks later
“The back line is flat,” Tyler hollered over the howling wind. “Run on to the ball instead of standing there like bloody lamp posts. Try the set move again and this time shift your asses. Issy, you need to take the ball cleanly. Move it out to the back line straightaway. You’re hesitating, thinking too hard.” His frustration was clear even over the rain and wind.
Issy scowled and swiped the icy raindrops off her face. They might be sleeping together, burning up the sheets, but Tyler didn’t play favorites. Not that she expected anything else. The cold wind nipped her exposed arms and face. Like the others, she was exhausted after two hours of rigorous training.
Their next tournament took place this weekend in Taupo. The selectors for the Black Ferns were attending. If the team couldn’t sort their act, none of them would make the representative team. The thought focused Issy, made her concentrate on the move instead of allowing the distraction of the icy cold weather and the mud.
The team ran back into position and started again. This time the set move went without a hitch. Issy plucked the wet ball from the scrum and snapped it in a low, fast pass to her backs. She ran around the mess of bodies still climbing to their feet from the scrum and followed the back line down the field. The winger ran through one tackle and dodged another before flicking the ball to the next player. The back fumbled the wet ball but managed to regather and sailed over the try line to dot down.
“Yes!” Tyler roared. “That’s the way to do it. Good job. Right, I want to try the set play move from the throw in once more before we hit the showers.”
Several of the girls groaned. Issy gritted her teeth and forced her frozen legs to trot into position. Her blue leggings were soaked, the mud turning them an earthy brown. Her hair was sodden and water dripped down her neck. She snorted under her breath while she waited for the hooker to throw the ball to the lineout. She wanted this so much she was willing to risk pneumonia in order to prepare for the tournament and hopefully to impress the Black Ferns’ selectors. The rest of the team was just as committed.
The hooker called out a sequence of numbers—the team code for where she intended to throw the ball. The ball sailed over the heads of the lineout. Players jumped and one plucked it from the air. The player passed the ball to Issy and she dispatched it rapidly, sending it out to the back line.
A shrill whistle rent the air. “Perfect! Do that during the weekend and we’ll run all over the opposition. Hit the showers, girls.”
They hurried off the field, heading for the changing rooms. It was a relief to get out of the wind, the comparative warmth of the changing rooms making her skin tingle.
“Issy?” Tyler called from the doorway. “You got a sec?”
Issy forced her frozen limbs to move to him. Tyler’s blue eyes were framed by damp lashes and a trickle of water made its way down his cheek, trembling for an instant on his chin before falling. She ached to follow the progress of that drop with her tongue. She moved close enough to breathe in his clean scent along with that of damp wool. His mouth moved and she realized he was talking. Shaking herself, she attempted to concentrate.
“I have to cancel tonight. Can you get a ride home?”
Issy stared, a spike of fear making her stomach cramp. Was he trying to extricate himself from their affair because he’d tired of her? Or because the month was almost done?
“Issy?”
“Sorry?”
“Can you get a ride home?” he repeated.
“I have my car. It was so wet and cold I decided to drive instead of walking from the office.”
“Okay. Good.”
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“No, I’m going up to Eden Park to meet up with the other training staff.” Tyler hesitated. “I’ll see you on Friday night around six. It’s about three to three and a half hours traveling to Taupo.”
“Okay.” Issy forced a smile when she wanted to cry.
Tyler leaned over to kiss her, his lips cool from the cold. The kiss was slow and gentle and it made her heart race, an ache settling low in her pussy. “See you, sweetheart.”
Issy watched him stride away without looking back. Tears burned her eyes. She swallowed and swiped the moisture from her face, hoping her teammates would think the water was rain. Tyler was subtly pulling away, distancing himself. He’d been quiet all week. Issy didn’t think she’d been clingy or jealous or possessive. Maybe it was because the month was almost up and Tyler had meant what he’d said right from the start. Their affair would last a month and only a month.
She sighed. At least part of her plan had worked because she hadn’t made a clumsy move in his presence since their first night together.
Dispirited, Issy headed inside and stripped off her sodden clothes and footwear. At the moment she couldn’t worry about this stuff. She had to concentrate on playing well at the tournament and attracting the attention of the selectors. She couldn’t let Tyler distract her even if he was breaking her heart.
* * * * *
Tyler pulled up outside Issy’s parents’ house right on the dot of six. He’d missed her the last couple of nights and woken during the middle of the night finding himself reaching for her. Instead he’d found nothing but empty space. Tyler strode up the narrow, flower-edged path to the front door. He didn’t even have time to knock before the door flew open.
“I’m almost ready,” Issy said, greeting him with a towel wrapped around her naked body. “I had to work late to finish a client’s accounts. I just need to throw on clothes.”
Tyler wanted to tell her not to bother on his account but footsteps behind stalled his words. He turned, a grin spreading across his face when he identified the man standing there. “Adam! What the hell are you doing here? Issy said you were busy with secret army maneuvers.”
“What the hell are you doing here when my sister is wearing nothing but a skimpy towel?”
Tyler maintained an impassive expression. Issy’s brothers had always been protective and it wouldn’t make any difference to Adam if it was Tyler or a man he hadn’t met.
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