Chapter Fifteen
THERE WAS ONLY so much temptation a mere mortal could resist. When a woman who made him hard just by blinking sat her tight ass on his thighs and eyed him as though he were a tasty treat, and she was starving, well, that went beyond his power to resist.
All the thinking he’d done and the conclusions he’d drawn over the past few days disappeared into the ether. Nothing mattered but the soft weight of the gorgeous woman sitting astride him and the promise of pleasure in her eyes.
“Again,” she whispered in a breathy tone that he felt like a caress to his balls.
Her eyes were already glassy with relaxation, but the way she licked her lower lip had him groaning. “You’re so fucking dangerous,” he said as low as possible while still making sound.
No one was around, so whispering wasn’t necessary, but it felt as though a loud noise would break the mystical spell shrouding them.
“Good,” she said with a sexy grin. “I want to be dangerous to you. Again, Ty. Please.”
“Jesus, don’t say please. I can’t fucking say no.” Goddamn, this woman had him wrapped around her pinky twenty times.
Instead of listening, she raked her teeth across her lower lip, then whispered, “Please,” in a barely-there voice with the perfect amount of begging.
His cock was hard as a damn pipe, and his balls ached with a fierce need to unload all the fuck over her. His limbs had the floaty sensation he always got when he smoked. He loved to come while baked, but it had been a while since his dick had the pleasure.
He lifted the joint and took a long drag. Kelsie’s eyes shone with anticipation. This time, he grasped the back of her head with his free hand and yanked her close. Her mouth parted, and he pressed his lips against hers, sharing the smoke as his tongue danced into her mouth.
Heat exploded through him. He tightened his grip on her hair and deepened the kiss. Smoke drifted from where their lips met and tongues tangled.
Kelsie moaned.
“Goddamn, you taste like heaven,” he whispered, allowing the last of the smoke to dissipate. He dropped the joint to the ground so he could wrap his arm around her back. Kelsie allowed him to pull her flush against his bare chest without breaking the mind-melting kiss.
She circled her arms around him, placing soft, tentative fingers on the skin along his spine.
He wouldn’t call her relaxed, but after a few seconds, she sank into him and let her fingers roam across his back.
“Jesus,” he whispered against her mouth as he hauled air into his lungs. “Kelsie, this isn’t a go—”
Kelsie’s pupils were blown, eyes glassy, and lips reddened from the kiss. “Don’t overanalyze this,” she said in a husky voice that made his skin tingle. “Don’t remind me of my age or think about yours, okay? Try not to think about what happened to me.”
It’d be so easy to slip down this slope with her. And he wanted to. His dick wanted it, that was for sure, but the rest of him wanted it too. He liked the woman, age be damned. But his rational side still hovered in the periphery, tsking and judging. “I want to protect you. Even if it’s from me.”
She shook her head, making her silky hair shift around her face. “You can protect me by trusting I know what I want.” She flattened her palms on his chest. “I know what I can handle.”
Ty sucked in a harsh breath. The heat and softness of her curious fingers drove him wild. He couldn’t think about how they’d feel wrapped around his hard cock, or he’d come right then and there.
“Protect me by reminding me how it’s supposed to feel,” she whispered.
Fucking hell.
Was there a man alive who could turn down an offer like that?
If so, he was a better man than Ty.
He ran his fingers through her hair, loving how the silky strands felt on his skin. One day, he’d like to feel it all over him, preferably on his thighs as she swallowed his cock. “I won’t fuck you tonight.”
She deflated instantly, but he caught her chin, holding her gaze. “I didn’t say never. Just not tonight. Not while you’re high.” He couldn’t live with himself if his hands caused her distress.
“Okay… I get that. But…”
He tilted his head. “But?”
“Will you touch me? Will you kiss me again? Will you—” She squirmed on his lap, cheeks pink and eyes wide.
Oh, shit, she was needy.
“You need to come, beautiful, is that it?”
She bit her lower lip, dragging a groan from him as she nodded. “Please, Ty, it’s been so long.”
“Since…” He raised an eyebrow.
The question hung between them, heavy with the implications.
She nodded again.
Goddamn, the woman hadn”t come since before the kidnapping—months ago. But she would tonight. He wouldn’t leave her neglected and wanting. Not if it was in his power to give her the release she craved.
“Well, then, get ready, baby, because you’re about to have the climax of your life.”
She shivered as he released her chin and slid his hand behind her head again. He yanked her forward, crashing their mouths together.
Kelsie whimpered. He could drink only those sounds and survive for weeks.
The softness vanished, replaced with desperation. His cock twitched with the need for release, but he fought it in favor of focusing on her pleasure. This would end with her coming, or he’d never forgive himself.
She let him take the lead, whimpering as he raked his teeth across her lower lip. He loved how she tasted sweet and hungry with a hint of sass. Her trust humbled him as much as it turned him on. She wouldn’t let just any man touch her like this. For now, he was the only one, and that fact made his head swell—made his cock swell too.
“Ty,” she whined as he let his hands roam down her back to her ass. He squeezed, drinking her gasp into his mouth.
“You like my hands on you?”
“I do,” she said, breathless. “I really do.”
Her legs kneeled on either side of his hips. He rested his hands just above her knees, rubbing small circles with his thumbs to get her used to the feel of him. She wore a black flowy romper, which allowed him to trail his fingers up her thighs and under the loose fabric.
“Breathe,” he whispered when she appeared to have held the air in her lungs for too long.
She exhaled a shaky laugh. “Good idea.” Her eyes held so much trust, even as the rest of her showed signs of nerves.
“Keep going?”
“I’ll have to hurt you if you stop.”
His neck arched back as he laughed. It’d been a long time since a woman made him laugh while making him hot as hell. Even his wife hadn’t captured his attention the way Kelsie did. She had depth and layers he couldn’t wait to peel back.
But those were not thoughts for tonight—or ever.
“Promise you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like or that trig—”
“I promise.” She glared at him through narrowed eyes. “Now, please, fucking touch me.”
“Goddamn, you never have to beg me, even if I fucking love the sound of it.” He slid his hand the rest of the way up her leg to the juncture of her thighs, where he brushed against her panties.
And they were wet.
“Told you,” she whispered with a smirk, and the confirmation she did want this, combined with that sly little grin, had him dragging her into another deep, mesmerizing kiss. This time, he ran his thumb up and down the wet strip on her panties, eliciting a long moan from her. “You don’t need to check in so much. I trust you, Ty. Please trust that I will speak up if I’m not okay.”
He wanted to see what she had on beneath her clothes—wanted to know if the panties were black and suggestive or a bright, cheerful hue. He was dying to know what her tits looked like and if she had any freckles in hidden places on her skin. But she’d have to lose the whole damn outfit for that to happen, and tonight, he wanted her as comfortable as possible—or as comfortable as she could be while he drove her to the edge of sanity. Maybe it was better she stayed clothed and didn’t have to worry about the weight of a stare on her naked body while a man touched her for the first time since the kidnapping.
He curved his fingers around the side of her panties and straight to the warm, slippery flesh beneath, keeping his assessing gaze on her face the entire time. She breathed in and grabbed his shoulders as her eyes grew heavy-lidded.
Ty arched an eyebrow in a non-verbal check-in. She might not think she needed them, but she would leave his house knowing that he took damn good care of her, not just physically but mentally as well.
She smiled. “Put ’em in me.”
Scanning her face for any flicker of unease, he inched his long middle finger deep inside her.
Kelsie’s eyelids floated down, and she sighed. “That feels… incredible.”
“You’re so goddamned tight,” he muttered, fighting the fantasy of how intense her blazing hot pussy would feel rippling around his bare cock.
It’d be pure heaven.
Ty gave her a minute to acclimate to the invasion. While waiting for her to adjust, he took in every emotion flickering across her face.
Pleasure, nerves, pride.
After a short moment, her eyes opened, and she gave him a sexy smirk. “You gonna move, or are you planning to fall asleep with your hand inside me?”
His head fell back as his loud laugh split the quiet night. Yeah, she was going to be okay. This woman was full of piss and vinegar. No matter how hard the journey, he had no doubt she’d come out on the other side stronger than ever. She might have a few permanent dings and cracks, but she’d be all the more beautiful for them.
“I’m not gonna move,” he replied with an answering smirk. “You are.” He couldn’t tear his gaze away as surprise and delight crossed her face. Tonight, this gorgeous woman astride his lap would have complete control over her pleasure. “Think of me as nothing more than a fuck toy for you to use any way you want.”
“Shit, why is that so hot?” she asked as she made an experimental roll of her hips ending in a gasp.
She bit her lower lip, and he swore he felt those damn teeth graze his cock. Not coming in his pants like he was twenty-five years younger would be an epic feat.
Kelsie began to rock on his hand. She gripped his shoulders. Her face was a mask of pleasured concentration.
His finger was in for the treat of its damn life, sliding through her hot, wet channel with increasing speed. Her confidence grew as she lost herself in the feeling, and it was the damned hottest thing he’d seen in his life.
“God, Ty,” she whispered, desperation clear. “C-curl your finger. Give me another.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He did as asked, and she whimpered.
“Oh, right there. That feels so good.” She moved fast, riding his fingers with total abandon. Beneath her clothes, her tits swayed in a way that had him salivating. One day he’d feast on them until she writhed and begged him to fuck her. With every movement, her ass bounced on his thighs. She was so close to bumping against his neglected dick that it took monumental strength to keep from yanking her closer and grinding against her.
Wetness coated his finger and dripped down his hand. He wanted to taste her arousal so damn bad, but he’d rather die than take away a second of her pleasure, so his hand stayed right where it was.
Fuck, this woman was screwing with his brain.
“T-Ty…” she said, panting as she imitated a rodeo superstar. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come already.”
His dick throbbed. “Do it.”
“It’s been too long,” she nearly sobbed as though in apology.
“Do it. Fucking come, Kelsie. All over my goddamned hand. Show me how much you like feeling me inside you, and next time, I’ll give you my cock.”
Her eyes widened, and she gasped. His words did the trick. “Shit,” she whispered as her fingers curled into the meat of his shoulders. She slowed her hips as her pussy rippled around his fingers.
He tried to think of tires and grease, but she was too gorgeous to ignore.
Shudders ran through her, and a long moan left her lips. Moving slowly, she kept rocking on him, drawing out the orgasm.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned, unable to keep from stroking his fingers through her wetness. “Take every ounce.”
“Holy shit.” She sagged, collapsing against his chest with a proud chuckle. “I did it.”
“You sure as fuck did. And it was blindingly beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.
He kept his fingers inside her as he stroked up and down her back with his other hand. After a few moments of quietness, she straightened with a gasp and a small shiver.
“Your turn?” she asked with a shy smile.
Though his dick nearly wept, he shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Kelsie frowned. “What? Wh—”
He cut her off with a kiss that had her melting against him within two seconds. “Tonight was for you. Only you.”
She glanced at his lap with concern even as she seemed relieved. “But you’re…” She gestured toward his obvious erection.
“Hard as a fucking pipe?”
That had her laughing. “Well, yeah.”
“Trust me, baby, I’m aware.” Her eyes flared at the pet name. “But don’t worry. It’ll still be there next time you’re feeling needy. It’s pretty much always there when you’re around.”
The smile she gifted him was nearly as good as watching her come.
“C’mon, it’s too late to drive home. Let’s go to sleep.”
“W-what? Here? With you?”
He chuckled. “That okay?”
“Yes,” she said on an exhale as she nodded. “Very okay.”
“Just sleep.” He tilted his head, and she blushed.
“Got it.”
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her tight pussy. She shivered again—something he was beginning to love—and made a sound of disapproval.
“You okay?”
Kelsie’s ears turned pink, and she averted her gaze. “I liked feeling you inside me. Wish you could stay there longer.”
Christ, this woman.
He helped her off his lap and then stood, groaning when his knee popped. “C’mon, before I forget all my good intentions.”
“Hey,” she said with an impish grin. “I’m not the one who turned down an orgasm.”
No, she wasn’t. He was the only masochist present tonight. He slung an arm over her shoulder and tried not to feel fucking mushy at the way she burrowed into his side while they walked into his house to his bedroom.
“This is nice,” Kelsie said, looking around as he went to his dresser.
He snorted. “I’m not much of a decorator, as you may have noticed.” The walls were mostly bare, and everything he owned was neutral and devoid of color. Being young and vibrant, Kelsie probably loved color and brightness in her space.
She shrugged. “I like it. My head is a cluttered mess most of the time, so a simple, neutral space appeals to me.”
Huh, that’d teach him to judge.
“Makes sense.” He pulled open the second drawer of his chest. “You want to sleep in that or a T-shirt?” The idea of her wearing his clothes made his already hard cock even stiffer, but he tried not to let it show. It was a damn shirt. If she didn’t want it, he shouldn’t care.
But he didn’t need to worry because her entire face lit up, and she nodded. “I’ll take a shirt, thanks.”
He tossed her his favorite black Handlers’ shirt. “Bathroom’s through there. Take your time. Should be an extra toothbrush under the sink.”
“Thanks.” She caught the shirt and turned toward the bathroom with pink cheeks warming her face. He wanted to follow her in and watch her change like a psycho, but he fought the urge and let her have a few moments of privacy. It had been an eventful night, and she had to be feeling overwhelmed. While he waited, he ran through his shop’s recent inventory list in his head, hoping to finally kill the boner he’d been battling all night.
Precisely five minutes later, Kelsie stepped out of the bathroom, and he nearly swallowed his tongue. The shirt had to be five sizes too big, fell to her knees, and dwarfed her small frame.
It also made him horny as fuck.
Damn, this night was an exercise in self-control.
She stood there, pink-faced, wringing her romper in her hands, a bundle of nerves. Maybe she needed another orgasm.
He’d be more than happy to provide that service but would hold off until she’d had time to process everything that happened that night.
“I’m gonna pop in the bathroom,” he said to give her more time alone. “Make yourself comfortable. Take whatever side of the bed you want. Easy.”
Ty took a leak, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and removed his clothes. He typically slept in boxer briefs and didn’t plan to change that tonight. If he had to endure the torture of sleeping next to Kelsie in nothing but his shirt, she could deal with him in his skivvies.
“Comfy?” he asked as he walked out of the bathroom to find her lying on the side of the bed closest to the window, facing him.
“Uh, yes.” Her greedy gaze took in every inch of his exposed skin, making him moan.
“Baby, you’re killing me. Stop looking at me like that.” In nothing but his underwear, there was no way to hide his cock’s interest in her.
Kelsie didn’t seem to mind. She giggled and kept on checking him out without an ounce of shame.
“God, you’re trouble,” he said with a groan as he pulled back the covers and joined her in his king-sized bed. “Roll over.”
Giggling, she followed his command, rolling onto her side facing away from him.
He snuggled up behind her and looped an arm around her waist. Her pert ass nestled right against his dick, making him groan.
“You okay?” She was the one to ask this time, but the false innocence in her voice betrayed her true intentions. The woman seemed to get off on torturing him.
“Fucking peachy.”
She giggled again, relaxing into his hold. Ty slipped a hand under her T-shirt and splayed his palm over her stomach. Kelsie tensed for a fraction of a second before settling again.
“This all right?”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and heavy with fatigue. “So all right. I really like your hands on me, Ty.”
Fuck yes.
“And in me.”
He groaned, and she snickered.
“Fucking menace.”
They fell quiet, only the twin sounds of their breathing filling the air. He assumed she’d fallen asleep, but then she whispered, “Ty?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you. Tonight was… perfect.”
He kissed the top of her head, then slid his hand up until he could cup her breast. Finding it bare, he brushed a thumb across her nipple with gentle strokes.
Kelsie rewarded him with a happy, tired sigh and a pebbled nipple.
“Sleep, baby, there’s more to come tomorrow. And just so you know… have at me whenever you’re ready. I’ll never turn you down.”
Within seconds, she went slack against him as slumber claimed her. Ty lay there for long minutes, unable to settle because of the rock-hard cock wedged against her softness.
Every time she breathed, her ass bumped said cock in the sweetest damn torture.
He could dart back to the bathroom to rub one out and relieve the unbearable pressure in his balls, but that would mean untangling himself from Kelsie’s warm softness. For the first time in his forty-six years of life, holding a woman became more appealing than a much-needed orgasm.
Instead of leaving, he tightened his arm around her. She fit against him like she was crafted to be there, two puzzle pieces slotting together. Even her tit filled his hand to perfection. He stroked the softness, reveling in the feel of her satin skin. The soothing thump of her heartbeat against his chest lured him into relaxation despite the tension in his cock.
Every few minutes, his brain tried to interrupt the peace with a battery of reasons why this was a terrible idea—her age, past trauma, his own emotional baggage and difficulty trusting, not to mention the random man who’d sought her out yesterday. So many reasons this was doomed to be an epic disaster.
Luckily, there wasn’t enough blood in his skull to give the thoughts their usual power against him. He didn’t indulge them, choosing to enjoy Kelsie sleeping in his arms, even if this would ultimately end in disaster.