London Bound (10 page)

“Again,” he bit out, pressing down on her tongue.

“Please,” she said, the word garbled around the digits.

He undid his belt, cussing under his breath at his one-handed fumbling. When he drew his fingers from her mouth, she grunted in protest and tried to follow, pull them back inside.

“Don’t you worry, love,” he murmured as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “You’ll be full up again, soon enough.”

Meg’s mouth actually watered as Nathan leaned back and lifted his hips—just enough to shove his pants and briefs down his thighs. His cock, long, thick, and beautifully hard, sprang free. She leaned forward and, without being able to use her arms, nearly lost her balance. Nathan grasped her shoulders, giving her a chance to widen her knees and right herself. When she lowered her head, he halted her movements. She looked up at him questioningly.

“Again,” he bit out.

Taking a chance, she gave him what he wanted, and a bit more, and hoped she hadn’t completely misread him.

“Please,” she pleaded. “Please...
Sir
.”

His jaw tightened, and he dropped a hand to his erection. He slowly stroked the rigid length.

“Say
that
again,” he ordered through clenched teeth.

“Sir. Please, Sir, I need it. So badly, Sir. Please.”

“Open.”

Palming the back of her head, he yanked her down. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and let him inside. He wasn’t slow, and he wasn’t gentle. His cock shoved past her lips, dragging heavily over her tongue until the head nudged the back of her throat. Meg blinked rapidly, focused on breathing through her nose and fighting her gag reflex as he held her there, fingers rough and tight in her hair.

“This is what you wanted, yeah?” he ground out as he pulled her up his shaft and firmly pushed her back down. “To be stuffed, to be so full of me you’re nearly splitting.”

Meg moaned, choking around the thickness of him. Her nails dug into her palms as she clenched her bound hands. Bent over, she was robbed the small measure of relief she’d gotten from pressing against the chair. It didn’t stop her from circling her hips, though, even as it did nothing to ease the ache growing, spreading through her relentlessly as he moved her up and down his cock.

Suddenly, on an upward stroke, he pulled her completely off. She cried out as his cockhead left her lips, instantly mourning the absence. She looked up the length of his body, past his spit-slick cock over his stomach and chest, still clad in the stiff white button-up, to his face. Her belly clenched hotly at the expression on his face. Calm and so in control...except his eyes. Nearly black, pupils eclipsing the brilliant blue, and wild—as if that calm and control was just a façade, or simply on a very short, fraying leash, and, any moment, it could snap. To her surprise, the thought didn’t scare her. Instead, knowing she had this effect on him, that she could bring him to the edge like that, heightened her arousal, drove it higher, fanned the flames.

He lifted his chin. “Move back.”

“But—” Her head snapped back as he tugged her hair. Tears filled her eyes, but her pussy spasmed, and moisture seeped out, dampened her folds.

“I. Said.” Another sharp tug. “Move. Back.”

As Meg shuffled back, she brought her thighs together in a hurried press and rub. The smooth, wet glide of skin, the delicious yet fleeting pressure against her pulsing clit had her biting her lip, hard, to keep from crying out.

And he knew. The corner of his mouth twitched as brought his foot forward, slid it between her knees and nudged.

“Wider.”

She obeyed immediately but didn’t hold back her frown while she adjusted her stance on her sore knees. He chuckled as he got to his feet.

“Don’t pout so, love,” he murmured, taking his cock in hand and drew the tip over her lips, coating them with precome. “I’m not going to leave you empty and wanting. Going to fill you up again.”

She flicked out her tongue, moaning as the enticing bitterness exploded and overtook her senses. Then, holding his gaze, she parted her lips and waited.

“Oh, yes.” He pushed inside, just a little, pulling back when she laved his slit. “You need this, don’t you, gorgeous girl? Need me so badly,” he thrust forward, deep and hard, “you’re gagging for it.”

Meg’s vision blurred, tears spilling as Nathan fucked her mouth, fast and brutal. Her lips, though slippery and dripping with saliva, burned as they stretched around him. Her jaw ached. Pins and needles raced up and down her arms. Her legs shook, and her knees protested how long she’d been on them.

And she’d never felt so good in her life. Nathan gave her exactly what she wanted, what she needed—just like he said he would—and she wanted
more
.

Staring down at her, panting as he drove into her mouth, he captured the wetness on her cheeks with shaky fingers. The touch oddly gentle and sweet in the midst of it all.

“Christ, look at you,” he said softly. “So fucking perfect.”

Warmth settled over Meg, a contentment that seemed so at odds with the excitement and the intensity and the fire raging inside her. Yet the feeling, the combination was perfect, it was
right
, and she wished she could hold onto it. That she could stay there, in that glorious space with him forever.

Nathan gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on, to make this last, and she wasn’t making it easy on him. This amazingly gorgeous girl on her knees before him. He pressed his thumb to the corner of her mouth, where the skin was taut and messy with spit as he fucked her pretty face.

Her eyes were open but dark and glazed. Though her gaze was turned up, he was fairly certain she wasn’t seeing him, right now. He shoved forward, stayed lodged in her throat a moment, dragging his fingers over her face, rubbing the tears and saliva and sweat into her skin. No, she wasn’t seeing anything right now, not really. And that was all right. It was more than all right. She was
exactly
where he wanted her—lost in what he was doing to her, in what he was making her feel.

He pulled back, withdrew completely. Meg swayed toward him, blinking slowly, tongue sliding languidly over her swollen lips. Reaching down, he took the condom he’d grabbed earlier from his pocket before kicking his pants and shorts completely off and to the side.

“You have been so good, love, so, so good for me.”

Nathan hooked his arms under hers and lifted her. Her feet barely touched the floor as he dragged her to the sofa. Spinning her around, he pressed his palm over her stomach and ground his erection against the curve of her arse.

“You could have chosen anything, Meg,” he murmured, kissing the soft skin below her ear. “Anything, at all. You surprised me.”

She let her head drop back against his shoulder and wiggled just a bit. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing—trying to get her bound hands to his cock. He laughed softly and, drawing away, shoved her over the arm of the couch. Her breath whooshed out as her face hit the cushion. She moaned and turned her head, trying to look at him through the curtain of her hair. Nathan leaned over her, cock nestled in the cleft of her arse, and tucked the strands behind her ear.

“It was a lovely surprise, and it pleased me, so much.
You
pleased me.” He straightened to sheath his dick. “You have been such a good girl, and Meg, good girls...good girls get rewarded.”

“Oh, God,” she cried.

He kicked her legs apart and pushed his hand between her thighs, biting the inside of his cheek when her juices instantly coated his fingers.

“Well, well, maybe your choice wasn’t as selfless as I thought.” He flicked her clit, and a choked sob wracked her body as she shook her head back and forth rapidly. “What? What is it, love?”

“Was for you,” she gasped, squirming on his hand. “Can’t help it...if...if that gets me off.”

“Mmm.” He dragged his fingers through her folds slowly. “And will it get you off if I fuck you now? Will you have what you need if I slam into your sopping cunt and fill you to bursting?”

“Oh, God,” she moaned again. “God, yes, yes.”

Grasping his erection, he positioned himself. “It really doesn’t matter, does it?” Her hips hitched as he slid forward, just a fraction of an inch. “You don’t care where as long as I’m inside you. Mouth, pussy...” He pressed a slick finger against the furl between her cheeks. “Your arse.”

“No, no, no!” She went rigid and shook her head frantically again. “Please...”

He stopped and moved his hand to touch hers. “Check in with me, love. Are you safewording?”

“Green,” she gasped, her pussy spasming, hugging the tip of his cock. “I’m green, promise, I’m green.”

“Why no? Was anal meant to be on your list? Is that a hard limit for you?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t really saying
no
,” she whimpered, trying to push back against him but had no leverage to do so.

“Then, what was that?” he bit out, desperate to bury himself inside her, but needing to know what was going on in her head.

“I’m so close, so so close. If you...if you...” She dragged in a ragged breath. “I’ll come, and I can’t. I know I can’t...unless you say so.”

“Well...” He wet his lips. “In that case...”

He thrust forward until he was balls-deep in her grasping channel. Setting a swift, desperate pace, he pried her cheeks apart and rubbed against the tight opening of her arse, again and again.

“Please, Sir,” she sobbed. “Say I can, please. I need to. I can’t... Oh, God.”

Biting her lip, she screwed her eyes shut and inhaled through her nose, clearly trying to stop her body from falling. Nathan kept shunting into her, driving through her folds into the bliss that was her drenched cunt. Fire raced along his spine, pooling low and sweet and scorching.

“Come for me,” he ordered, grabbing her hips and letting his fingers dig in rough and bruising. “Come apart on my cock.
I
need to feel that. Give me what I need, love.”

Her scream echoed through the room, and her body seized. Muscles straining, she shattered. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking him, drawing him closer and closer. Then, she pulled him down with her, yanked him into the cloying fog of release.

Nathan fell forward, covering her with his body. She still cried, murmuring his name again and again. He allowed himself a moment—maybe two—to revel in the pleasure they’d built. That she’d gifted him. Then, he pushed to his feet and reluctantly left the heat of her. He removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it into the wastebasket next to the armchair.

Gently, he removed the tie from her wrists and, when she still didn’t respond to him, didn’t move, he lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her on the mattress, he sat beside her and began rubbing her arm—starting at her wrist and working methodically up to her shoulder. He was massaging the tightness from the other shoulder when she sighed heavily and opened her eyes.

“Ah, there you are, my darling girl.” He bent forward and dropped a kiss on her lips.

“Sleepy,” she mumbled. “Not dead, though. Better kiss than that, please.”

He chuckled and, cupping her face, took her mouth in a slow, slippery dance.

“Mmm.” She stretched her arms above her head when he pulled back. “Definitely better.”

He settled beside her and covered them with the blankets. “Sleep.”

“Okay.” She burrowed into his side, and he wrapped his arms around her.

“And no sneaking off in the morning, this time,” he warned, closing his eyes, giving into the exhaustion bearing down on him.

“Promise.”

“Good girl.”

M
eg woke in a fabulous mood, smiling before she even opened her eyes. The feel of Nathan’s lips on the back of her neck factored heavily in her state of mind.

“Good morning,” she said happily, rolling onto her back.

“Good morning, love.” He dropped a quick, firm kiss on her mouth.

She frowned when he pulled back. His blond hair, wet and darkened from the shower he’d obviously taken, fell over his forehead, and the scent of his soap enveloped her. She ran her hands over his shoulders.

“You’re dressed already,” she said with a small pout.

He chuckled and, wrapping her arms around her, buried his face in her neck. Meg combed her fingers through the damp strands, holding him in place as he nipped and sucked and laved the sensitive skin.

“Work,” he murmured. “Have to go. Meetings all bloody morning.”

“Stupid meetings.” She closed her eyes again and arched back to give him easier access.

“Stupid,
stupid
meetings,” he agreed. One final kiss to where her pulse raced then he pulled away. He brushed the hair back from her face and stared down at her.

After a long minute, she touched his cheek. “What is it?”

He mouth curved. “Just thinking how beautiful you are.”

“Stop.”

“No.” He dragged his thumbs over her cheeks. “Do you know how difficult it’s going to be for me to get anything done today? Thinking of you, warm and naked and gorgeous in my bed...”

“I’m not going to be lying here all day.” She laughed.

“In my head, you will be,” he drawled with a grin.

When he sat on the edge of the mattress to put his shoes on, she moved onto her knees and pressed against his back.

“Does that mean you’re going to be sitting in your meetings, listening to everyone, but in your mind, you’ll be picturing me? Naked, tangled in the sheets, wishing you were here?” she whispered in his ear.

He groaned. “Not helping me want to walk out that door, love.”

“Is it helping you want to come back later?”

“Didn’t need any help with that.” He twisted, snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

“No?”

“No. In fact,” he skimmed a hand down her side to rest on her hip, “I’ve plans for tonight. So many plans. Would you like to hear them?”

She squirmed, belly tightening deliciously. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why is that?”

“Because then I won’t get out of this bed all day, and I have things to do.”

He lifted her and set her on the mattress with a bounce before standing. “Fair enough. What
are
your plans today?”