Ain't Misbehaving (2 page)

Justin scooped her off the couch and strode from the den into the passage, heading for his bedroom.

Pearl cuddled into him, still clutching the pearl necklace in her hand. “Andrew grunted the one time he picked me up. He said I was fat and hurt his back.”

“Shove him out of your mind, babe. We don’t want him in bed with us. And for the record, you’re not fat. You’re curvy and lush and very, very sexy.”

“Thanks.” Her smile was soft and pleased and urged him to speed.

For once he was glad he’d taken the time to make his bed. Hell, fate had even told him to change the sheets. He dropped Pearl onto the tribal-pattern duvet and knelt beside her to unbuckle her delicate black heels. He ran his hands down one silky-smooth calf, placing her foot on his knee. Her feminine scent pulled at him, her spicy perfume with an underlying musk and the faint tang of soap. He inhaled deep, a smile tugging at his lips when he noticed the faint tremor of his hands.

Pearl noticed too. “Are you nervous?”

Justin cleared his throat and managed to manipulate one of the buckles. “Yeah.” No point lying when she’d witnessed his trembling.

“It will be good,” she promised. “I can’t wait to feel your naked body rubbing against mine. All those muscles,” she said, her eyes undressing him as she carelessly dropped the pearls on the bedside cabinet.

Justin grinned, eyes scanning her clinging top and the shadowed cleavage displayed in the low neckline. “I’m gonna touch your breasts, tug and pull at your nipples until they’re hard. Then I’ll take a nipple into my mouth and suck until you can feel it in your pussy.”

“I hope that’s not the extent of your repertoire.”

A surprised chuckle emerged a second after her sassy comment. “I love your smart mouth.” He tapped a forefinger on the middle of her bottom lip.

“I know how to use it,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as her lips caressed the tip of his finger. “I could show you.”

Justin swallowed and his cock lengthened, constricted somewhat by his jeans. “Maybe later, babe. Let’s get you undressed first.” He slipped one shoe off and made quick work of the other. “Stand for me.”

Pearl reached for the bottom of her cream top but Justin stayed her.

“I want to undress you. Fulfill a fantasy.”

“You’ve seen me in a bikini.”

“Yeah, and suffered for it,” he muttered before whipping the top over her head. Her lacy bra enhanced rather than concealed. Justin could see her dusky pink nipples through the sheer cream lace.

Pearl cocked her head, tugged on her bottom lip with dainty white teeth, making him want to lick the sting away and take a nibble himself. His breath caught while he decided what he wanted to do first.

“You never said a thing.”

“You were with someone else so there was nothing to say. Stand still so I can take off your skirt.”

After a quick shimmy, the silky black material slipped down her hips to reveal her garter belt and black stockings—and nothing else.

“Hell, Pearl.” Justin stared at her smooth, naked pussy. “Don’t you worry about tripping in the street?”

“Don’t you like realizing the woman you’re with isn’t wearing panties? Doesn’t it make you hot? Besides, panty lines are ugly.”

“Yeah.” Sure it made him hot. It also made him wonder how often Pearl dropped around to visit and left her panties at home.

She obviously read the lust in his face because her pale eyes gleamed. “Do you want to touch?”

“Stop trying to direct me. We’ll do things my way.”

His words produced an interesting result. Pearl inhaled, her breasts heaving, and a faint trace of color appeared along her cheekbones. Justin’s eyes narrowed as he stalked across the few feet of floor separating them. “Let me take off your bra.” His fingers trembled but he managed to unsnap the back closure so the lace cups fell away. “Beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a single finger across the full curve of one breast. Way more than a handful. When he repeated the move back the other way, his finger brushed across her areola. Under his fascinated gaze, her nipple pulled to a tight bead.

“How come I’m practically naked and you’re fully dressed?”

“Because I’m the boss,” Justin said without taking his eyes off her nipple. Fact outstretched his imagination by a country mile. He dipped his head to lick along the same path traveled by his finger, heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled. This was gonna be fun. It would be good between them. How could it not when she was so responsive to the merest touch? He unclipped her stockings one at a time and unfastened her garter belt, stroking her creamy inner thighs in ever-increasing circles, coming close to her glistening folds but not touching.

“Justin!” she wailed when he did nothing more, returning instead to trace the underside of her breast with his callused fingers despite a shift in her body position to present him with her nipple. “If you want to be boss, do some bossing instead of driving me crazy.”

A chuckle escaped but he ignored her demand. After waiting so long, he intended to explore her slowly, searching for every ticklish spot, every erogenous zone that pushed her closer to orgasm. He intended to love her so well she’d never consider looking at another man. Justin wanted to show how much he loved and adored her, prove they’d be good together.

“Maybe it’s time,” he said, meaning much more than Pearl would ever comprehend. “On the bed.”

“Yes!” With a joyful whoop she whirled away from him and leapt onto the double bed, bouncing a couple of times before she stilled.

Justin enjoyed the hell out of her exuberance, taking in the jiggle of her breasts and the flash of her curvy ass. His breath caught and his body tightened. Heat pooled in his face and he knew if he looked into the mirror, he’d see arousal glittering in his eyes. If he let her touch him, he’d be toast. Justin eyed the chrome headboard and knew there was only one solution. Cuffs. Decision made, he sauntered over to his bedside cabinet and dragged out a pair of fur-lined cuffs.

Her blue eyes widened. “What are you going to do with those?”

“Cuff you so you don’t misbehave.” Justin snapped one cuff on her left hand, wrapped it around the headboard and cuffed her right hand before she had a chance to move. With her hands restrained above her head, he allowed himself to breathe easy.

“I’d never misbehave with you.”

“Yeah right.” Good. Disabling her hands hadn’t alarmed her. Justin climbed off the bed, peeled off his socks and shucked his clothes, breathing a sigh of relief when his cock sprang free of his jeans. A soft croak grabbed his attention and he saw Pearl staring at his erection. His brows rose. “You okay?”

“Um, yes.”

Grinning with masculine satisfaction, Justin decided to give her a show. He closed a fist around his shaft and pumped slowly, shivering at the spurt of sensation that ran through his body. Pre-cum seeped from his slit and he knew he’d better stop before he blew this whole deal.

“Let me suck you off,” Pearl said. “Please.”

“I’m the boss, remember.”

Her blue eyes pleaded with him. “Just one taste. You control how much goes in my mouth.”

His balls drew tight at the suggestion. Fuck, the woman got to him like no one else. Justin crawled onto the bed and straddled her body. Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip and he was lost. His heart slam-dunked as he moved closer and thought about sliding his dick between her sexy pink lips. Gripping his cock, he dragged the swollen head over the seam of her mouth. She opened for him, her tongue darting out to shyly take a taste. Justin bit back a groan, the almost innocent caress putting a huge dent in his willpower. His thighs trembled and he stared at her in pure awe.

Pearl stared back at Justin, the musky taste of him on her lips. Another taste. She needed another taste before he moved. Heck, she’d had more adventure with Justin in fifteen minutes than she’d had with Andrew in an entire year. Her tongue snaked out for a furtive lick. She half expected him to move away since he’d been so determined to act the aggressor. But he didn’t. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have said the man was shell-shocked.

“Again,” he said in a dark whisper.

This time she explored the fat head of his cock more thoroughly. She wrapped her lips around him and licked in the same way she ate her favorite chocolate ice cream. Slow and with enjoyment.

“That looks so damn sexy,” he muttered, his eyes on her mouth. “Feels damn good.”

Pearl hummed, enjoyed the shift in power. It must have shown because he pulled away suddenly, his broad, muscular chest heaving while he fought for control.

“My turn,” he said, and moved away, out of her reach, his gray eyes shining with promise.

Pearl stirred and the cuffs clinked against the metal of the headboard. She wondered what he’d do next. Most men went for her breasts, kissed and slurped a bit before heading south. The buzz from the wine and the few mouthfuls of beer she’d had before hitting the bedroom had worn off, leaving her feeling tired and a touch vulnerable. If Justin acted according to the usual male plan, she thought she might burst into tears. Holding her breath, she waited for his first move and prayed for originality.

He leaned over to grab the stupid pearl necklace Andrew had given her, holding it above his work-roughed palm and slowly let the pink-tinged beads collapse into a pile. His fingers curled around the pearls while his gaze catalogued every inch of her body.

Pearl’s breath hitched, feeling as if he touched her with his fingers instead of his gaze. Every inch of her skin tingled. Her pulse rate jumped and she wanted to moisten her lips but held back on the telltale gesture.

“I knew you’d look spectacular in the buff.” His voice emerged rough and husky, bringing a rush of juices to her pussy. “All soft ripe curves and sexy tits.”

“And yet all you’re doing is looking instead of touching.” Wow, he’d fantasized about having sex.
With her
. Once or twice she’d thought about him, mentally measured and undressed the man, suffered a few jealous pangs when he’d hooked up with another woman.

“It’s making you hot. I can smell your arousal and your pretty nipples have gone all hard. Don’t you realize the brain is the biggest sexual organ we possess?”

Pearl swallowed hard. Oh yeah. She knew, but not many men did, which made Justin increasingly intriguing. How had she missed his hidden depths, his passion? She took in his determined jaw, his glowing gray eyes and the faint smile hovering on his lips while he transferred the pearl necklace from hand to hand. How had she missed his intensely sexual nature?

Wait, strike that. She knew how. Purposely she’d picked a male category, one that matched with where she wanted to end up in life.

Money. Position. Power.

All the attributes she craved so she’d never have to relive the childhood of poverty, not knowing when she’d eat next—the total lack of security. Justin had worked his way into the friend category but not the lover or boyfriend because he didn’t have money. Put bluntly, it sounded shallow. She sounded superficial. No wonder she still lived alone, waiting for her current lover to fit her into his schedule.

“Pearl? Anyone there? If you want to change your mind and go to sleep, tell me now.”

“No!” she blurted in a panic. “Don’t stop. I need you.” Nothing less than the truth. Justin grounded her, made her feel safe. It was him she always came to for comfort.

“Good.”

The mattress depressed when he shifted his weight. Over to her right she could see a reflection of the sunset in the window, a fiery swathe of red and pink gradually fading to cooler gray. A gentle breeze crept through a partially open window, stirring the filmy curtain. Soon it would be dark.

Pearl turned her attention back to Justin. He smiled and dipped his head to nibble at her lips. When she parted for him, he slipped his tongue inside and stroked lazily against hers. Hungry little noises escaped from deep in her throat, imploring him to do more. She stirred restlessly, thighs spreading to flash her pussy. He noticed, but instead of moving forward with the sexy stuff, he chuckled, the puff of warm air caressing her cheek. She writhed beneath him, trying to rub her tight nipples against his pectorals. He evaded her breasts but increased the assault on her mouth until the pulse at her throat jumped in time with her unruly heartbeat. When he finally separated their lips, she drowned in desire and a touch of confusion.

“Good girl.” He unfastened the clasp of the pearl necklace so it dangled in one long strand and trailed it between her breasts and across the underside of one weighty globe. The pearls were warm from his hand and they slid seductively across her skin, raising a trail of arousal. While she shivered and twisted silently, urging him to give her more, he whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you, Pearl. Your pussy is going to cling to my cock while I finger your ass. By the time the night is over you’ll be able to feel my touch on every luscious inch of your body. Your mouth. Your breasts. Your ass. Your sweet little cunt.”

Pearl swallowed hard, tension roiling low in her belly. She gave in to the need to lick her lips, heat spreading from her cheeks, down her neck and chest.

“How does that sound?”

“Um…sounds like fun,” she croaked, her imagination working at hypervelocity to keep up with the visions his words created in her mind. It sounded like way more than her normal fare but she didn’t let that worry her. Gut instinct told her it was time for a change.

Justin nodded. “Sounded pretty good to me.”

He dragged the necklace through her cleavage again before swirling it around one breast until it covered most of her flesh except her erect nipple. Then he bent and licked delicately between each row of pearls working closer and closer to her aching nipple. Pearl started to tremble with the force of her need, arching upward in a flagrant hint. His other hand kept busy, brushing across her collarbone and along her neck. When he found a pulse, he traced his finger back and forth across the rapidly beating point.

“Why do you need to marry a lawyer or an accountant?” he murmured.

Mesmerized by his touch, it took a fraction longer than normal for her brain to function. “Huh?”