Ain't Misbehaving (31 page)

“Stop that, woman. You’re a menace.” Tyler peeled her hand off his shaft and lifted it above her head again, out of harm’s way. Hell, one caress and his blood boiled. Her expertise in the sexual arena brought another streak of jealousy. It made him wonder about the fiancé. The man was a fool for letting Issy go.

“Do you trust me?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you, Tyler.”

No hesitation. Pride filled him at her unreserved confidence. “Leave your hands there and don’t move.”

“What happens if I disobey you?”

“Punishment.” He’d noticed she really wasn’t stuttering anymore as she’d said, and wondered at it before filing the thought away to pull out later.

“Yeah?” There was definite interest in her voice. “What sort of punishment?”

Tyler snorted and released her hands. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“I might like it.”

“You might not,” he countered, working hard to keep a straight face. He sat up and reached over to open the drawer of the walnut cabinet that sat beside the bed. Tyler pulled out several scarves before spotting the box of condoms. “Fuck, we didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m on the Pill.”

“What if I sleep around?” Damn, she should sound worried. She didn’t know his history. He could have any disease. Tyler opened his mouth to remonstrate before snapping it shut again. Why the hell was she on the Pill?

Her dark brows rose. “I’m glad it’s my turn tonight but can I have Mondays in the future? You should be fresher at the start of the week, more lead in your pencil.”

“Issy,” Tyler roared in shock. “I haven’t slept with a woman for months.” He thought back. “Six actually. I know I’m clean since I had blood work done three months ago.”

Issy laughed, low and sultry.

The sound made his cock twitch and all he could think of was plunging into her drenched pussy again.

“I haven’t slept with anyone since the engagement was called off. Haven’t wanted to,” she added.

“Good.” And it was good, except Issy had sobered at the mention of her fiancé. Tyler cursed under his breath, jealousy rising again.
Fool
. He had no right to act the possessive lover. This was a temporary thing and pleasure was the name of the game. “Then we don’t need to use a condom.”

“That’s right.”

The silent laughter hid in her voice again, spiking his competitive side. Oh yeah. By the time he finished, she was going to plead with him to fuck her and fuck her good. By the time he finished, she’d consider every other lover as second best. Tyler seized one of the black silk scarves and bound her wrist. With economic moves, he fastened it to the headboard. He repeated the move, tying her other wrist before grabbing a longer scarf.

Tyler glanced up, feeling the heat of her gaze. A confident smile curved her lips, and when she saw he was watching, she winked. “I’m very wet. Every time I think about you fucking me, another surge of cream floods me.”

Tyler shuddered, his gaze moving unbidden to her parted legs. Her folds glistened with their combined come and were deep pink and swollen.

“If you hadn’t tied my hands, I’d touch myself.”

Tyler’s cock reared and he paused. “Where?” he asked. “Where would you touch yourself?”

Issy rocked from side to side, testing the scarves binding her hands. “I’d pluck my nipples until they were deep pink and I could feel each tug in my pussy.”

Tyler regarded her, full of curiosity and longing. Need. Hell yeah. There was need, big time. He stared at her for an instant longer before looping the scarf around her leg and tying it firmly. In silence, he repeated the move. Once he had her restrained, he risked another glance at her face. Her lips were a deep pink, swollen from his kisses. The golden skin of her neck and shoulders beckoned.

He moved up the bed and leaned in to nibble her lips. She smelled of cinnamon soap and rain, along with a hint of musky sex. Tyler inhaled then trailed kisses across the delicate skin of her neck. The trail of kisses led to her collarbone and shoulders, the beautiful golden skin unblemished. Tyler took a bite, sucking insistently, then sat back on his heels to study the result. Satisfaction swelled inside at the red mark of possession.

Ownership.

He shied away from the complicated feelings coursing through his body, cocking his head to study her breasts. Maybe they weren’t large but they drew him anyway.

“Would you like me to tease your nipples for you? Since you can’t do it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you know my name?” he asked, the question taking him by surprise.

“I picked you up after the rugby game. You haven’t told me your name,” she purred. “Names aren’t important when all we want is a quick fuck.”

Tyler frowned. He wanted to shake her, to tell her this wasn’t a quick bang to appease a hunger. That it meant more. His frown intensified when he recalled his stipulation of one month. Irritated because she’d twisted the words and turned them back on him, he traced one finger around the base of a breast. Issy quivered but didn’t utter a word. Tyler repeated the move, determined to wrest back control. He would make her beg for release, beg for him to give that release. Beg to appease his irritation. He skimmed his fingers over her entire breast but each time stopped short of her sensitive nipples.

“After you’d tugged your nipples, what would you do?”

“I’d get out my toys. My nipple clamps. I’d get lubricant, the kind that heats and makes a girl’s naughty bits tingle.”

“Naughty bits?” Tyler pictured her doing exactly as she’d described. He imagined her tightening clamps onto her nipples until they turned a rich rosy pink from the firm grip. He heard the squeeze of the lube bottle and smelled the distinctive scent of the lubricant as it dribbled onto her palm. Yeah, he saw it all too well.

A burst of heat shot to his dick, and he struggled to control his urge to plunge inside her hard and fast. Instead, he took one nipple between finger and thumb. He tugged, stretching and pulling.

She moaned deep in her throat, the sound wild and feral. Issy’s hips shifted from side to side, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Fascinated, Tyler repeated the move and watched her nipple turn a deep pink.

“What would you do with the lubricant?”

Issy sighed, her eyelids at half-mast. “I’d dribble it on my fingers and smooth it up and down my cleft until I burned with need.” Her eyes opened wide and brown eyes stared at him. “I’d tease myself for a long time. Until I was so sensitive I couldn’t bear it for a second longer, until I was so hot I didn’t feel the chill of the winter air nipping at my naked body.”

Tyler gulped. The woman had a way with words. He played with her nipples, plucking at both until they were taut and stiff.

“Come closer,” she whispered. “I want to touch you.”

“Your hands are tied. You can’t touch me.”

Issy licked her mouth, her pink tongue stroking sensually across her full bottom lip. “I don’t just want to touch. I want to taste.”

Like a man in a trance he crawled closer, desperate for those lips to wrap around his straining cock. It might shut her up for a while, give him respite, because at the rate she was going, she was going to kill him.

Chapter Three

Issy could hardly believe the confidence of her words. And best of all no stutter.
Score
. From the moment he’d taken her against the wall, instinct had kicked in along with self-belief and an idea to turn her infatuation into a long-term relationship.

Tyler liked sex.

Perfect, because she liked sex too.

The only lover she’d had was her fiancé. They’d broken the engagement, realizing they couldn’t live together without killing each other and hot loving was all that kept them together. Sex hadn’t been enough, especially since thoughts of Tyler intruded at the oddest moments.

With Tyler it was different. They had rugby in common. They’d known each other for years and she liked him a lot. All right. She loved him. The fall had happened at a young age and she measured every man she’d met since against Tyler. All of them had come up lacking. Now, according to Tyler’s rules, she had a month to prove their suitability.

Tyler straddled her chest, bringing his cock within licking distance and jerking her back to the present.

“Hold your cock and guide it to my mouth,” she said, a thrill of pure naughtiness taking grip. A shudder racked her body when she saw the passion, the tinge of red in his cheekbones. His cock, swollen and fully extended, quivered in front of her mouth. His balls had drawn tight and a pearl of pre-cum formed on his ruddy crown as she watched. His chest rose and fell and she heard him swallow.

Yeah, she had him hooked and off-balance.

She felt her lips quirk since they’d traded positions when it came to self-assurance. Now to reel him in and make this infatuation into the real deal.

Tyler fisted his cock and rubbed it across her lips before she had a chance to react. She didn’t miss on the second pass. Issy surrounded the tip of his cock with her hot mouth and sucked, swiping her tongue across the head.

“Are you trying to send me mad?” His voice rose toward the end of his sentence.

Issy smiled around his cock and sucked harder, drawing a growl from him. His entire body shuddered and he gave an involuntary thrust, pushing his shaft deeper into her mouth. When she glanced up, she saw an expression of almost pain carved into his features.

He pulled free without warning, his eyes flicking open to spear a glare in her direction. “I’m meant to tease you, not the other way around. You’re the one bound.”

Issy grinned and waggled her hips, sliding her butt across the navy duvet in a seductive manner. “Do your worst.”

“Maybe I’ll gag you as well,” he said, a trace of humor lurking in his blue eyes.

“Oh go on,” Issy said. “Let me talk. Live dangerously.” She wriggled a bit to draw his attention to her breasts. As she’d hoped, he stared until her nipples tingled, the sensation echoing in her pussy. He plucked a nipple, squeezing, the small pain sending shockwaves through her body. She just knew this was going to be good. Tyler repeated the move, extreme concentration furrowing his brow. Her soft gasp resounded in the silent room and she fought against the bonds, wishing she could touch and tease in return.

Finally, he took her into his mouth, the warm, wet suction even better than the tugging and teasing of his fingers. A sigh of pleasure escaped her. A hint of teeth followed by the soothing flick of his tongue brought an insistent tingle to life between her legs.

“More.” Damn, she needed more pressure.

Issy flexed her hips, demanding the attention she craved. Her fiancé had been a good lover but Tyler pushed her that bit higher. To her frustration, he ignored her invitation and continued to drive her to distraction with his hands and tongue. He kissed her eyelids. He pressed a sloppy kiss to her cleavage, making a loud noise with his mouth that brought a jolt of surprised laughter.

“Moving right along,” she suggested.

“When I’m ready.”

He licked the hollow at her throat, teasing a wildly beating pulse to a frenzy, tormenting and pushing her pulse rate even higher. Issy bit her bottom lip to stop the building moan from emerging. Surely he wouldn’t tease her for much longer, not when his cock left such a damp trail across her stomach. She waited with bated breath but he continued at his own sweet pace. He ran his fingers through her hair, arranging it on the white pillow where her head rested. Then he sat back on his heels and just looked his fill. His gaze seemed to caress each part of her—the curve of her breasts, the long, lean lines of her body and the line of hair at the juncture of her thighs.

This tormenting had to stop.

In an attempt to distract him, she forced her legs apart as far as the bindings allowed.

“What do you think I should do next?”

Finally
. “I think you should put your cock in my pussy. Thrust hard and fast until we both explode.”

“I suppose that’s one option,” he mused. “Or I could eat you out. Or use my fingers to make you come before I prepare you all over again.”

“Tyler!”

“Don’t you think you can wait that long?”

A primitive throb kicked to life in her veins and she barely resisted the urge to tremble. Cool air whispered over her moist nipples while her sex burned with arousal.

“No,” she wailed. “Put your cock in me now.”

“Are you sure? Oh maybe not,” he conceded. “But the payoff would be worthwhile.” Tyler drew one finger across her collarbone and down toward her cleavage. He paused to lick his finger before skimming it across her rib cage. A light kiss landed on her hipbone. He tickled her inner thighs with the brush of his stubbled cheek before nudging her swollen folds with the flat of his tongue.

“No,” Issy wailed when intense prickling signaled the start of her orgasm. “Please let me come with you inside me. Please, Tyler. Please.”

Tyler’s chuckle of triumph held a hard edge. “This time only,” he said. “The next time we play the game all the way through by my rules.”

“Yes, anything.” Issy gulped, trying to breathe through the sensations threatening to engulf her.

“Anything?” Tyler asked. “You might regret that promise hanging over your head, never knowing when I’ll call it in.” He stroked his cock while he waited for her answer, running his thumb over the glistening head. She watched the move avidly. “Issy?”

“I trust you, Tyler. The promise stands.”

“Good.” His eyes narrowed, the feral expression bringing a rush of excitement. Arousal seeped from her tingling pussy and she shifted, trying to soothe the ache.

Tyler moved over her. Taking his cock in his hand again, he pumped it slowly. His large frame shuddered.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I hope you’re as ready as you say you are.”

“I am. Let me show you.” She needed him desperately, needed his thick, long cock tunneling inside her, filling and pushing her into sweet climax. Oh boy. Desperately didn’t quite cover the spectrum of desires swirling through her body and mind.

Their gazes met and clung. Issy felt her eyes widen when he pushed inside her, one increment at a time.