18. Jameson
Ihardly knew where to start. Kat’s hair spilled down around her shoulders in loose waves, her lips were swollen from my kisses and her eyes were glazed over, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.
She had too many clothes on—that was where I’d start. I pulled her close and kissed her as I reached around and undid her lacy red bra. With her breasts free, it seemed inconsiderate not to pay them a little attention. I bent down and sucked one into my mouth, and she dragged her fingernails over the top of my head, sending tingles across my scalp.
I reached over and pinched the other one, enjoying the tormented noise it pulled from her throat. Then I tugged down her skirt so that she was as naked as I was—well, save the shoes, but those fuck-me heels were staying on. As I stood, I ran my hand up her smooth leg. “Have you ever been tied up?” I asked, and she shyly shook her head.
“But I’ve always wanted to try it.”
What little blood I had left in my body headed south. “Lie back on the bed.”
She did as I instructed and I grabbed her arms and pulled them up over her head. I bound her wrists together and secured them to the headboard. I looked her over and decided she should always be naked and sprawled out beneath me.
I put on a condom and then settled myself between her thighs, another thing that should always be happening.
I pushed inside of her, growing harder at her moan. I found a good rhythm, one that made her tits bounce with every thrust. She strained against the tie and I cupped her chin and forced her gaze to mine. “Are you trying to get free?”
“No. Yes.” She wiggled again, and it brought me closer than I wanted to be to the finish line. “I want to touch you.”
Black dots encroached on my vision—she was so tight and so wet that another thread of control unraveled. “We have rules about touching.”
“We’re not at work!”
“Okay, I’ll let you free, if…” I hesitated, not wanting to take this too far if she wasn’t into it, but wanting to push the boundaries. She’d had enough boring sex in her life, and the way she responded so easily to every touch, every word, made it clear she’d been denied for way too long.
And while I’d hate to deny anyone good sex, admittedly I was glad that I got to be the one to show her how incredible it could be. “If I get to hold you down other ways.” I wrapped a hand around her neck, applying gentle pressure, and she arched her hips, meeting me as I pushed into her.
“Never mind,” she said, her voice raspier than usual. “I’m digging the delicious torture of being bound by you. Squeeze me tighter.”
Fuck, but the woman was perfect. I tightened my grip, feeling her pulse hammering away underneath my fingertips, and let a little more of my weight press her against the mattress “I’ll just…” She wrapped her legs around my waist and let out a low hum of pleasure. Her heels dug into the top of my ass, sending a biting, intoxicating jolt through me, and I pushed deeper inside her, earning a cry that she bit off early.
“Let’s hear it, gorgeous. No holding back or I’ll have to find new inventive ways to drag your cries out of you.”
With a loud moan, she arched off the bed, meeting my hips as I brought them down. I reached up and ran a hand down her bound arms, pleasure going through me at the trail of goosebumps that followed, then pressed the pad of my thumb against her lower lip.
She sucked it into her mouth, and I bucked, nearly losing it.
I felt her muscles tense, her tight channel squeezing my cock as she came with a loud, uninhibited cry. I held on for a few more thrusts, making sure to draw out every last drop of pleasure before letting go of my control.
My orgasm went on and on, ripping through me with enough force that the room spun.
As soon as the spinning stopped, I reached up and untied her wrists. I took her hands in mine, massaging the blood back into them.
“That…” She blew out her breath. “Was intense. Like mindblowing, room spinning intense.”
Pride filled me that I’d shaken her world as much as she’d shaken mine. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” I lifted her hand to mine, kissed the back of it, and rolled off her. As soon as I discarded the condom, I laid next to her and ran my hand over the slope of her hip as I stared into her sated features.
She scooted closer, her soft curves pressing into me as she rested her head on my shoulder and placed her hand over my still rapidly-beating heart.
We stayed like that for several minutes, and then she reached up and ran her fingertips over my jaw. “So, I meant to ask you how things went with the sporting goods account today, but I was so focused on holding myself back from jumping your bones at the office—and then on the train—that there wasn’t really room for any other thoughts.”
I covered her hand with mine. “Next time I say we just give the other passengers a show.”
“Well, then we’d probably get banned from riding the train, and I only have to deal with the commute a month or so, but you’d be forced to drive in that horrible morning traffic to work. Not sure you’d think it was worth it.”
“I think you underestimate what it’s like to have sex with you.”
She smiled, biting her lip and I reached up and brushed her hair off her face, letting my fingers trail down her neck and across her collarbone.
“As for the sporting goods account…” The reality of that situation slammed into me. Thanks to the fact that I was constantly preoccupied with thoughts of bending Kat over my desk, or her desk—or any desk—I’d let a few things slide that I was usually diligent about checking. I should’ve caught that Lone Star Sporting Goods was unhappy sooner. I could point a finger at David and say he should’ve told me—and he fucking should’ve— but that was why I oversaw everything. So things like this wouldn’t happen. “I’m going to have to fly to Dallas tomorrow and do damage control.”
Kat stuck her lips out in a pout. “How long will you be gone? Because waiting two days between sex lessons was torture, and about two days more than I’m willing to go again.”
“You’re saying I’ve turned you into a sex fiend?”
She reached out and squeezed my pecs in a move I translated to mean Ilikethispartrighthere, which made all the bench presses and push-ups worth it. “I’m saying I already was one. I just didn’t have anyone to help me scratch the itch.”
I tugged her closer and bit her shoulder. “Happy to be your itch scratcher.”
“Right, but if you’re not going to be around, I might just have to find another?—”
I rolled over her, pinning her to the mattress. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, or I’ll make your punishment tonight look like a walk in the fucking park.”
Her pupils dilated, and my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. This was supposed to just be a temporary, no-strings arrangement, but the thought of another guy touching her sent toxic jealousy through my gut. It felt very, very serious, and I’d seriously hunt the guy down and make sure he never touched her again.
I reached between us and covered her pussy with my hand. “This is mine while you’re here in Boston, you hear me?”
She nodded.
I curled my middle finger inside of her, growing hard again at the feel of her tight, wet cunt. “Say it.”
She exhaled a shaky breath. “It’s yours.”
Satisfaction replaced the jealousy. She was mine, at least for a little while, and just so she didn’t forget it, I teased and stroked her until she begged for release.
And after she’d tumbled over the edge, I slipped inside of her and claimed her as mine all over again.