Quick & Reckless, page 4
“I promise you, I’m as submissive as they come.”
“But not tonight.”
She shook her head. “Not tonight.”
“You’re sure about this?” He didn’t want to ask the question, but he knew he had to. She needed the opportunity to back out if she wanted to. Even though she was currently mewling like a week-old kitten as he tweaked her nipples, if she didn’t want it to go any further than a sexy bath, she needed to know he was okay with that.
“Don’t ask me that again, okay?” she said. Was that frustration in her tone? It certainly held a level of command he hadn’t expected. And it was hot as hell. “I asked for this. I want this. I need this.”
He nipped her earlobe. “Yes ma’am. Though just know, after tonight, all bets are off. Tonight you just take. Tomorrow’s a different story.” He let one hand trail down her taut abdomen to her cleft. He’d been pleased to find her bare when he’d tasted her earlier. She’d probably just gone and gotten a wax for the wedding. Two fingers dipped into her sweet heat. She was wet and not just from the bath. He brushed her clit, and her body shuddered beneath his touch.
“Who says I’ll stick around tomorrow?” she said breathlessly. “Might disappear once you fall asleep. Once I take what I want.”
“Oh, you’ll be here for breakfast.” He slipped a finger inside her. She groaned and pushed her pelvis into his palm. His thumb pressed on her clit. “Tonight I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for. I will do whatever you say. I only have one demand of my own.”
She tensed. “And that is?”
“You give me carte blanche to your body.”
“Excuse me?”
“I won’t fuck you. I promised you that. But if you want to come harder than you’ve ever come before, I’ll need all access to you. No restrictions.” He dropped feather-light kisses along the top of her shoulder. “I can help you forget your ex, forget today, forget your name. But you need give me all access to your body.”
He could practically hear her swallow. “I—I don’t know … ” He slipped another finger inside her and pressed up. “Oh … Oh God,” she breathed.
“No restrictions, Silver. I’ll never hurt you, I promise. And if you want me to stop something, I will. But carte blanche.” He ran his tongue along her shoulder and up her neck, just as his thumb ran back and forth against her engorged clit. She was close.
“D-do we need a safe word or something?” she stammered.
“Vegemite.”
Despite how close she was to orgasm, she snorted a laugh. “Seriously?”
“Love the shit. Yes.” He pressed harder on her G-spot.
“Oh God,” she cried again.
“All access, Silver. You won’t regret it.” His thumb wiggled on her clit, he bit her shoulder, and then she let go.
Her body rippled around him as the orgasm tore through her, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her eyes remained closed. He kissed her temple, reveling in her little noises of pleasure and contentment. Moments later, she opened her eyes. Silver stars, bright and awestruck, stared back at him. “Carte blanche?”
He pecked her on the cheek. “Carte blanche.”
She nodded, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “Okay.”
Chapter five
Silver
Warren helped Silver step out of the big bathtub, then draped a big fluffy white bath sheet around her toasty-warm body. That bath had been decadent and relaxing, just what her brain needed. And the man who’d joined her, who’d made her head explode and her muscles turn to Jell-O, had been just what her body needed. She’d never come so easily before, never been so responsive to a man and the pleasure he wielded, especially one she’d just met. And yet, Warren had managed to make her come three times in the span an hour. That’d never happened before. And he was far from finished with her. By the end of the night, would she even know her own name? Did she care?
After her bathtub orgasm, Warren’s wonderfulness continued. He pulled the pins from her hair and washed it for her, his fingers working their magic on her scalp until she found herself dozing off and moaning into his ministrations. By the time they decided to get out, the water was lukewarm and their fingers pruney.
She watched as he toweled off his body and then draped the sheet around his waist, loosely tucking it in at the corner so that it hung low enough to show off that sexy as all get-out line at his hips and a light dusting of his pubic hair. Before she could stop herself, she was licking her lips.
He caught her gaze and laughed. “Uh-uh, naughty girl. Don’t get any ideas. You don’t get any of this,” he playfully pretended to trace the length of his body with his hands, “until tomorrow.”
She made a mock pout. Was it tomorrow yet?
“Now, there are extra toothbrushes and floss and stuff in that drawer there. Use what you need.” He tilted his head toward the bedroom. “Don’t take too long, though.” Then he headed into the master bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Silver stared at the closed door for a moment, then back at herself in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself from the woman she was earlier today. The woman who’d sat in the makeup artist’s chair for upward of two hours getting her hair and makeup done. Now her hair was wet and wrapped up in a giant towel. She was makeup-free, fresh-faced and ready for a fresh start. Tonight was the first night of the rest of her life. And she was going to spend it right, tangled up in the sheets with a sexy stranger.
She blinked a couple of times and then laughed at herself.
“This isn’t me,” she whispered. “I don’t do this. I don’t meet random men in random bars and ask them to give me endless orgasms.” And yet, she was already loving the new her. The reckless her. It was such a foreign feeling, a freeing feeling. She couldn’t quite tell if the euphoria swimming through her was aftershocks from the orgasms or from the spontaneity and excitement of her behavior. She was getting ready to spend the night with Warren, a man she’d just met, and allow him to do gloriously dirty things to her. Who was she?
She opened the drawer and found a toothbrush in a new package. Ripping it open, she pinched her face into a scowl as she squeezed on the toothpaste. “I’m fucking Silver Noel Belle, and I’ve earned tonight,” she said into the mirror, before putting the brush into her mouth. “I deserve orgasms. I deserve pleasure. I deserve to take and punish,” she muffled as she brushed her teeth. Nodding in conviction, she finished brushing, spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth.
Then, with a final glance at herself in the mirror, she hung up the towels, opened the door and walked out.
He’d dimmed the lights and pulled down the sheets, but the backdrop of the city lights was visible through the open windows and lent the pure white room a romantic and muted hue that Silver found almost dreamy. She glanced at the window again. Her naked reflection stared back at her.
Oh no! Could people see her right now? She motioned to go back into the bathroom and grab her towel, but the image of Warren walking around the corner in a pair of tight black boxer briefs with two big glasses of water stopped her.
“We’re the tallest building for miles, angel. Nobody can see your sweet body.” His eyes glimmered with naughtiness. “And even if they could, do you care? You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
She released the bathroom door handle and took a step into the bedroom.
He strolled through the bedroom like a lithe jungle cat, his muscles flexing and bunching with each precise movement. The man was a masterpiece. Chiseled and toned in all the right places. She’d nearly lost her shit in the bathtub when he’d stripped and revealed such a perfect torso, all tanned and fit with a six-pack she couldn’t wait to run her tongue over. And now, in the soft lamp light with the city lights casting shadows on his sculpted frame, he looked like something carved from marble. A gift from the gods.
He placed the water glasses on a nightstand. “In fact, I think it might be kind of hot to eat your cunt up against the window, what do you think?”
Silver swallowed. That glass of water looked really good right about now.
“Um,” was all she could manage. She’d never heard the C-word used so flippantly. Normally it was a derogatory insult. Her face scrunched up as she rolled the filthy word around in her head.
Warren cocked his head to the side in query, making him look like a sexy puppy dog. “Did I say something to offend you?”
She nibbled on her lip and glanced down at her painted toes. “No, I,” she hesitated, “it’s just that I never heard the C-word used so freely before. People I know only use it as an insult.”
Warren’s grin spread wide and wicked across his face before he tipped his head back and laughed. “We Aussies use it like people use the word and. And it’s a much better term than pussy, wouldn’t you say? I mean, your cunt’s beautiful and hairless. It’s not a hairy pussy, and I’d never compare it to those hairless cats. The ones that look like the wrinkled knob of an eighty-five-year-old nudist who’s spent far too much time in the sun. Cunt’s a beautiful word, and you have a beautiful cunt.”
Silver’s face was on fire. She couldn’t even bear to look at him. His words were turning her on like nobody’s business, but for some reason she was frozen in place.
Her eyes fell to the bulge in his boxer briefs.
He followed her gaze and smiled. “Not tonight.”
He passed her the glass of water, and she thanked him.
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“Incredibly.”
“If I ask for it … doesn’t that count as me taking what I want?”
He took a sip of his own water and shook his head. “No. I promised you I wouldn’t fuck you tonight, and I always keep my promises. Besides,” he took the half-full glass of water from her and placed it on the nightstand, then pulled her to him, “I’m not done tasting that sweet cunt of yours.” Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back.
She thought for sure he was going to kiss her. Their first kiss. All the other incredible things he’d done to her, and yet they still hadn’t kissed. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Waiting. Knowing it was going to be amazing. But it didn’t come. Instead, his tongue trailed up her neck, and his teeth nipped her jaw. She moaned from the quick flash of pain but pushed her breasts against his chest, asking for more. The pain was good. Really good.
He wheeled her around until they were right next to the big floor-to-ceiling window, the city laid out before them in a multitude of lights and skyscrapers. Cars whizzed by below, and sirens cried in the distance. But none of that mattered; what mattered was Warren, what mattered was the moment, the here and now.
He still had a grip on her hair but, using his other hand, he managed to bend her over so her hands were planted on the glass and her breasts swung freely beneath her. Kneeing her legs apart, he used his free hand to slide his fingers between her folds. She was still wet. With his other hand, he pulled back on her head until her throat was exposed. Hunching over her, he raked his teeth down the sensitive cord in her neck and across her shoulders and upper back. All the while, that hand between her legs was driving her wild, playing and teasing with no real pattern or plan.
Silver shut her eyes and gave in to the sensations, the feelings. And then, just as he was coaxing yet another orgasm from her, he was gone. She whimpered, being devoid of his touch, and his low, gruff chuckle from across the room told her he heard her.
“I’ll be right back, angel.” She heard the soft sounds of rummaging in a suitcase. “Touch yourself while you wait. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
Obeying his command, she let her right hand drift down her body to the V of her legs, while propping her other elbow up on the window for leverage. She spread her labia with her fingers and found her clit. It was soaked and swollen and so damn sensitive already. She began to work circles around it, feeling it harden beneath her fingertips as the orgasm grew closer.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Warren said with a new strain to his voice, coming back behind her. She opened her eyes to see his reflection in the window. He held a shiny gray necktie.
“Have you ever been blindfolded?” he asked.
She shook her head, her fingers pausing on her clit.
His grin was wicked and wild and made her clit throb beneath her fingertips. “Excellent.” He held up the necktie. “Silver for Silver.” Then he proceeded to cover her eyes, wrapping the satiny fabric over her face ever so gently and securing it at the back of her head. “Can you see?” he asked, his voice deep and reassuring next to her.
“No.”
“Perfect.”
His fingers touched hers, and she removed them from her pussy. It was her night to take, her night for pleasure, and this man promised to drive her to the brink and beyond. He brushed her clit.
“You wax?” he asked, kneading the cheek of her ass with his other hand.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. I like it.”
She’d never been blindfolded before, but having her vision compromised was proving to be a huge turn on. She was able to turn off one of her senses and let the other ones take over. Smells were stronger, sounds clearer, even his touch seemed more intense than before.
“Just feel, baby. All you deserve is to feel incredible tonight. Feel worshipped, cherished … empowered.”
So she did.
Slowly, torturously so, his tongue began to trace the length of her spine, tickling the small of her back and the tops of her cheeks. His finger on her clit was still working magical little circles, and it was all she could do to not grind her body down into his palm. Then, suddenly, that tongue dipped farther down, between the globes of her ass. She clenched on instinct. Nobody, no man had ever put his tongue on her there before.
“Relax,” he purred, his voice an erotic buzz against her heated skin. “Carte blanche, remember? Just take.”
Eventually she did as she was told and unclenched, allowing him access. His tongue was pure sorcery. She’d never felt such intense, foreign, filthy pleasure, and yet the longer he did it, the more she loved it. The stronger the addiction grew. Shamelessly, she pushed her body back into his, demanding more. He gave her more.
His fingers met with his tongue, and then the two switched. He pressed against her tight hole, and she relaxed her muscles and let him in just as his tongue ran up and through her cleft, swirling around her clit and making her knees buckle and wobble beneath her.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, sucking hard on her clit until her leg twitched.
“Does that feel good?”
She bit her lip. So good. “Mhmm.”
He nipped her inner thigh, making her squeal.
“I like to hear you say that.” He thrust his tongue inside her, and the finger from his other hand found her clit. God, he was such a multitasker. One finger in her ass, more on her clit and his tongue fucking her pussy—what couldn’t he do? Silver’s nipples pebbled to hard points, and she ached to reach out and touch them, pull them and relieve the strain of their weight and heighten her own pleasure, but she couldn’t. Warren had such a command on her body, she was held in place, incapable of doing anything but feeling. She couldn’t move if she tried.
He drew her slippery and swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the same time his tongue darted into her pussy and his finger pumped her ass. She let go one more time, pushing into his face and churning her hips involuntarily. This orgasm took her almost by surprise, like a sucker punch to her nerve endings. She didn’t see it coming. One minute she’d been enjoying the journey, and the next thing she knew, she was catapulted into her destination.
Unable to control it, Silver bit her lip and let the bliss, jagged in its reality, take over. Surge after surge of unadulterated pleasure radiated out from her core and into her limbs. Her legs wobbled and her arms grew tired as she continued to remain bent over and against the glass. All the while, Warren’s mouth and fingers never ceased. He just kept pumping, kept pulling and pinching, until another orgasm, this one even more sudden than the last, hit her upside the head, and she nearly keeled over from the impact. When the pleasure finally subsided, Silver tasted blood, and her lip was puffy and swollen. Just as quickly as the orgasms had grabbed hold of her, they’d vanished, leaving her boneless and satiated, her body struggling to remain conscious.
The blindfold was removed, and she blinked, staring down at the city below and all the people none the wiser to what was going on hundreds of feet above them.
Her palms were sweaty on the glass, and she nearly slipped off, but as he seemed to be doing a lot of lately, Warren read her body language and pushed himself up to standing, wrapping a protective arm around her waist just in the nick of time.
Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed and laid her down. She was exhausted. That last one had done her in. She was no longer in her head, hadn’t been for a while. She was out there somewhere, floating in the ether, playing voyeur to the debauchery that had just unfolded against the window. And now she needed to sleep.
Her eyes were closed, but she felt the pillow hit her cheek.
“How do you feel?” His voice sounded distant, even though she knew he was right there, his muscular arms still cradling her.
“This has been the best day ever,” she said dreamily.
“Oh, angel.” He chuckled. “You’re slipping off into subspace.”
“Hmm?” she hummed, not quite sure what he was talking about, but not really caring, either. His voice was a beautiful melodic hum. She could listen to it every day for the rest of her life and never grow tired. Even if he was simply reading the ingredients in a tin of soup, she’d listen to him and love it.
“Do you need more water? Are you hungry?”
Still not bothering to open her eyes, she turned onto her side and cuddled the pillow. Sleep seemed like a great idea. “No, I’m perfect, thanks.” His chuckle, despite her exhaustion, stirred something deep in her belly, and she angled her head toward the sound. “You coming to bed, too?”
