He relented immediately and sank inside her again, starting an insistent rhythm that soon had her writhing beneath him. His cock throbbed violently and his teeth clenched to hold off his orgasm. He didn’t want to come just yet. Covering her with his body again, he pulled her legs around his waist and laid his head on her shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent—that light perfume and her arousal. As he sped up his thrusts as much as he trusted himself to without losing all control, Brady marveled at the consummate fit of her to him. It was as if her pussy had been designed for his cock—she hugged him so tight—she was so hot and wet for him.
Removing her legs from his waist, he rose and bent at the knee, giving her shallower thrusts. His thumb found her clit and began to circle it with small, tight circles. She gasped, clawing at his thighs. “Come for me, baby,” he crooned. He pinched her nipple hard, not relenting on the pressure, and she began to shake.
“Brady, what…”
“Come.”
“Oh God, I,” she panted. He pulled on her clit and increased the pressure on her nipple. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not. Come,” he commanded. His control slipped another notch and he knew if she didn’t come soon he was gonna lose it. “Come for me, sugar. Come all over my cock.” He pushed in as far and as fast as he dared and she exploded, letting out a high, keening cry. Brady stopped thrusting, knowing if he didn’t he’d come, but kept up his ministrations on her nipple and clit to prolong her orgasm. After a few moments when she began to calm down he released her nipple and she opened her eyes and looked down, wincing. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You’ll probably be a little sore tomorrow, but you seemed to like it.”
“I did,” she admitted, biting her lip. “I, um, I never really got off on pain before.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “Do you think I’m a freak?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Aw, sugar, you’re not a freak. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen.” Her face clouded and he immediately regretted what he’d said. “That’s not what I meant.”
“No, it’s okay. I know you’re a lot more experienced than I am. I’ve seen all those scantily clad women hanging around you guys. What did you call them? Buckle bunnies? I’m sure you don’t have any trouble finding bedroom companions when you want them.” She looked away.
He took a hold of her face and made her look at him. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Leah. I haven’t been a choir boy, but I’m not some man slut, either. There are guys who are, believe me, just like there are guys who are faithful to wives and girlfriends. It’s like any other place.” He could feel her withdrawing from him. Brady wasn’t good at this shit. He didn’t know what to do to regain the feeling of contentedness she’d had just a few minutes ago. He began to stroke the side of her face. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. You’re an elegant, refined woman. Any other woman I’ve been with doesn’t hold a candle to you, darlin’. They were just a way to pass the time.”
Leah looked at him, her expression clearly skeptical. “You’re just trying to butter me up. Are you saying I’m more than a way to pass the time?”
“Of course you are,” he assured her. “Think about it. You’re a successful, professional athlete. You’re smart, beautiful, sophisticated. Those other girls were…” He struggled to find the word. “Available.”
“Ouch.”
He shrugged. “Sad, but true for the most part.”
“Then why do you sleep with them?”
“I dunno. To blow off steam. To have a good time. Boredom.”
“Wow.” She started to smile. “That’s not the pick-up line you use, though, right?”
He laughed. “No. I like to think I’m a little smoother than that.” Running his hands through her hair, he kissed her, and was happy when she melted into the kiss. Moving his head down, he licked the pink buds of her nipples, trailing his mouth down the curve of her left breast, along her rib cage, and up the other side.
“Yeah, you’re pretty smooth,” she agreed.
He smiled against her neck, continuing to rain little kisses on the swells of her breasts, coaxing her to relax for him once again. He was still inside her, and was still hard, despite their recent conversation. Hell, who wouldn’t be, with a woman like Leah underneath them? She excused herself to go to the bathroom again and Brady climbed out of bed, going to the bag he’d brought in with him.
Brady smiled as he dropped the bag on the floor. He had a little surprise for Leah and was hoping like hell it would excite her as much as it did him. For some reason he had a compulsion to prove to Leah that he could make her feel better than she had with any other man—he wanted to be the best she’d ever had, help her to explore the raw sexuality simmering beneath the surface. Digging through the contents, he extracted a couple lengths of soft nylon rope and threw them on the bed, smirking. If nothing else it would surprise her, crack that cultured façade a little more. That would almost make it worth it by itself. He didn’t have to wait long for her reaction.
She came out of the bathroom and stopped dead. “Um, what’re those?” she asked, nodding toward the ropes.
“I thought we might play a little game tonight. Rope the Cowgirl.” He watched her closely to assess her reaction.
She looked wary. “You want to tie me up?” she asked, looking down at the ropes as if they were a pile of poisonous snakes.
Brady schooled his expression into one of nonchalance. If she really wasn’t into it he didn’t want her to feel pressured. Much as he wanted to expose her to all the fun stuff to do in bed he didn’t want to scare her. “Yeah. I think it’d be real sexy to have you at my mercy so I can spend all the time I want making your body sing for me.” He lifted a hand to the back of her neck and rubbed gently. “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”
Her gaze shifted to his. “Yeah, I do.”
“Do you trust me?” She nodded. “If you really don’t like it I’ll set you free, but I want you to consider trying it.” His hand continued to skate across her skin as she looked from him back to the ropes.
“All right. What do you want me to do?”
“Get on the bed on your back.” His cock stirred again as he watched her pull off her robe, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze, and decided he’d start there once he got her tied down. He couldn’t think of many things more fun than burying his face in her cleavage.
When she lay down in the middle of the bed, which he’d divested of the comforter and blankets entirely, he separated the lengths of rope and began the process of securing her wrists and ankles, crooning to her all the while. He wanted Leah to have fun with this too, and if she was wound up as tight as a clock that wouldn’t happen. The knots were loose enough that she could slip her hands out if she really felt threatened, and the rope was constructed of a material that wouldn’t chafe. He didn’t want to leave angry red rope burns on her gorgeous body.
He came to her injured ankle and asked, “Do you want me to leave this one untied?”
She looked down the length of her body and seemed to consider it. “No, that’s okay. It’s felt pretty good lately. Just don’t make it too tight or tie it in a weird position.”
“All right. You tell me the second it hurts, though, sugar.”
Brady fastened that ankle to the bed leg as he had with her other ankle and her wrists, and then stood. Leah was staring at him. He smiled at her and then leaned down to take a ripe, succulent nipple into his mouth. She arched at the contact and he marveled yet again at how responsive she was to his touch. He had no idea what he’d done to get so lucky, but wasn’t about to question it, not when he had much better things to think about, like how to make her scream herself hoarse.
Sliding onto the bed, he proceeded to bite, suck and ravage her nipples as she made little mewing sounds. He suckled hard first on one breast and then the other. Leah gasped.
“You’re killing me, Brady…”
He grinned at her and then watched as her chest rose and fell w
ith each labored breath. “Kinda the point of being tied up, baby. You’re at my mercy.”
“I’m not sure I like this situat—” The rest of her protest was cut off when he glided a hand down her belly and inserted two fingers right into her hot, wet core. Both of them moaned. He wandered over her breasts and stomach with his lips, tongue and teeth as his fingers began to move rhythmically inside her. “Oh please, Brady, I need you,” she pled. Her breath was coming in sharp waves and she was beginning to pant. “Please, I need you inside me.”
“Not yet. I’ve still got a lot of playing to do before I even consider putting my dick near your pussy again.” Removing his fingers, he made a show of slowly licking her creamy juices from each one as she followed the movement with heavy-lidded eyes.
Scooting down to the foot of the bed, he picked up one of her feet and began to lick up the inside of her calf. Leah shivered and he glanced back up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and her cheeks flushed.
Man, I fucking adore this woman. The thought stopped him dead in his tracks. Where the hell had that come from? Sure, he was having a great time with her, but adore? Eesh, what a sap.
After running his tongue all over her legs, he moved up the bed and did the same with her arms. She pleaded with him to take her, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Only when he’d covered every available inch of her skin with his mouth did he come back to her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to find her release, and he watched as her legs locked, her back arched, and her head fell back. He couldn’t stop the little possessive surge in his chest, knowing he had been the one to do that to her.
When she’d calmed down Brady stood at the end of the bed. Taking himself in hand, he slowly stroked from root to tip. Leah licked her lips and he gave her a half-smile. “What’re you thinking about?” He had a pretty good idea, but loved it when he got her to talk dirty. It was such a turn-on to hear his upper-class bred, sophisticated woman get raunchy in bed.
“You.”
“What about me?” He continued his glide up and down his rock-hard shaft and waited for her response.
“About touching you.”
“Touching me where?”
She gave a loud sigh. “Brady, come on…”
“I wanna hear you say it. Touch me where?”
“Your penis.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Drawing his thumb over the tip to spread out the drop of pre-cum over his cock head, he said, “What do you wanna touch my dick with, sugar?”
Her pupils dilated as he grew even longer under his ministrations. “My mouth. I want you in my mouth. There, are you happy now?”
She sounded so disgruntled that it was hard not to laugh, but he managed it. “I will be.” He decided to push her a little to see how far she would go with this. Every time she showed him a little more of the wild woman lurking inside he felt a little closer to her. “Ask me for my cock.”
“Ask you?”
“Yeah. If you wanna suck it, ask for it real nice and maybe I’ll let you.”
“This is ridiculous,” she growled.
He shrugged. “It’s a simple request, darlin’.”
“I am not going to ask for your permission.” She pouted prettily and he knew she wasn’t really mad, so he kept going.
“I guess you don’t want it too badly, then.” He reached for his jeans, wincing as he considered trying to stuff himself back into his pants and praying she’d stop him.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Her eyes were wild as she watched him zip back up. He was surprised the zipper didn’t burst. He was hard as a railroad spike, but for some perverse reason he wanted to see this thing through. Grabbing the television remote, he sank down in a chair and turned it on. He figured any minute now he’d see steam coming out of her ears. “Are you kidding me? You’re going to leave me like this?”
He gave her trembling body a lengthy perusal. “If you don’t want it bad enough to ask for it then I’ll just wait ’til you do.”
“Brady!” She kicked her heels into the bed. “This isn’t funny.”
“Did I say it was funny?” He was having a terrible time keeping a straight face. Leah looked as if she was fit to be, well, tied. “Just ask, sugar, and you can have whatever you want.”
She let out a noise of pure frustration. Then, through clenched teeth, she said, “Can I have you in my mouth?”
Yeah, now she was definitely annoyed, but for some perverse reason he couldn’t stop. “Be specific, babe. How am I supposed to give you what you want unless you tell me exactly what it is?” Brady rose and then plunged two fingers into her pussy as he circled her distended clit with his thumb.
“Dammit, Brady! Fine, can I have your penis? I need to taste it.”
“That’s better. And see? So easy. Though I’d love to hear you ask to suck my cock, I’m not picky.” Moving to straddle her, he eased the zipper back down again and his dick popped free, bouncing toward her lips as if it had a mind of its own. Leaning toward her, he held the back of her head with one hand while he guided his cock to her lips with the other.
She pulled it into her mouth and took him deep. He let out a grunt and threw his head back. He felt the very tip butt up against the soft skin at the back of her throat and nearly lost it right then, but tamped down on the impending orgasm and pulled back until only the head remained in her mouth.
“Witch,” he whispered. The look in her eye told him she wasn’t a bit sorry. Two can play at that game, he thought, plunging back in until his balls rested on her chin. Her cheeks hollowed but she kept up suction. Gripping the top of the headboard, he drove into her mouth over and over, his movements becoming jerkier and jerkier as he got ever closer to climax. He pushed in all the way again and held himself there, feeling her swallow around the head of his cock. Right before he lost it he pulled out most of the way again and then roared as his orgasm hit, sending pulse after pulse up his dick and spilling his cum into her mouth. She swallowed greedily until he finally let his now-limp penis slip out of her mouth.
She licked her lips and he groaned again as he rose from the bed. “You’re killing me, Leah. I wanted to last longer than that. I wanted to wait to come until I was inside your pussy.”
“Then I guess you should’ve pulled out earlier.”
He laughed as he noticed the expression of pure female satisfaction on her face. “Feeling pretty good about yourself, huh?”
“I love watching you lose control, knowing I did that to you.” He only made a noncommittal noise in reply and she laughed. “Own up to it, Brady. You lost control.”
“Keep talking and I’ll leave you like this,” he warned her, knowing he wouldn’t. Watching her face as she came apart at his hands was far too much fun to deprive her of the release she needed.
She shifted and he could see her juices glistening in her pussy, calling to him like a beacon. Settling himself between her spread legs, he took one long, torturously slow lick, watching Leah’s face as he did. Glancing over, he noticed her pulling at the ropes tied around her wrists, each hand clenched around them as she fought the sensations. “Make me come, Brady, please.”
He ate at her pussy like a starving man, and soon she was bucking and straining against the ropes holding her down. She came with a low, keening moan. When he felt her muscles relax at last he scooted down and undid her ankle restraints, being careful to massage her injured ankle. Then he removed the ropes binding her wrists and tucked her into bed.
“Come to bed,” she mumbled, yawning. And he did, feeling content.
Chapter Nine
Leah sat in the cab of Brady’s truck, letting loose an unladylike yawn. She doubted her current companions would notice or even care. Conner was driving, Brady was almost asleep in the passenger’s seat, and Jessica was passed out in the back seat with her. After their extracurricular activities of the night before, Leah had slept like a rock, but it hadn’t been enough to shake this bone-deep weariness. She was used to travel—even u
sed to long rides like this since she’d done a couple of bus tours, but she wasn’t used to all the sex in between. Places on her body she hadn’t known existed ached, and that said a lot for a professional athlete.
She slid forward toward Conner, leaning her head on her hands, which she’d curled onto the seat in front of her. “Do you want me to talk to you?”
Conner turned briefly, throwing her a grin. “I never turn down the chance to talk to a beautiful woman, sugar.”
Leah gave him a little punch. “You two are something else.” Brady shifted and grumbled, but they ignored him. “So what do you want to talk about?”
“You.”
She groaned. “I’m really not very interesting.”
“Okay then. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on between you and Romeo over there?” He tossed his head in Brady’s direction and she glanced down briefly. In sleep he looked almost angelic—a far cry from his usual countenance.
“I don’t really know how you’d label it. I guess you could say we’re dating, but we don’t really go out anywhere. We haven’t had time. We did before, in New York, but that was before anything really happened, and mostly because there wasn’t anyone else around.”
“Ouch. Don’t let him hear you say that. He thinks he charmed you.”
“I’m sure he does,” Leah retorted. “He wore me down.” She sighed and Conner laughed. Conner had a great sense of humor. She really liked him. He was laid-back, much like Brady, but she sensed an intensity just below the surface. Leah could tell he was a good friend too. She valued that in a person, especially since she didn’t have any friends to speak of.
She sighed again and Conner glanced over his shoulder at her. “You all right?”
“Yeah, just thinking about how you and Brady are such good friends, and how jealous I am.”
“Jealous? Of us?” He sounded incredulous.
“Yes,” she insisted. “You don’t understand what it’s like to live in my world. I don’t want to sound self-pitying, but my parents frankly don’t care about me for more than something they can shove in their society friends’ faces. My closest and only friend is my manager, if you could even call him a friend since I pay him. How sad is that? And everyone else? Well, let’s put it this way. There’s a reason I’m called ‘The Ice Queen’, and I admit that at times I’ve perpetuated the image. People have been jealous of me for my entire life. In order to tune it out so it didn’t affect my skating I had to shut down, to turn inside. How do you know who you can trust when you’re sixteen years old and someone befriends you? That person may be trying to get a juicy story, or sabotage your costumes, or heaven knows what else.”
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