Once Upon a Power Play (5 page)

Chapter Six

C
hloe eyed the shot of Patron that sat in front of her and decided she was done cutting Ryan a break. She was sympathetic to his injury, the paparazzi, and even his bitchy ex-girlfriend, but she wasn’t letting him off the hook entirely. He was still an ass. And if he called her—

“Half-pint princess, are you sure you can handle that shot?” he asked, his eyes dancing with laughter. He leaned over, crowding her with his massive body. Heat radiated from him, and thanks to her choice of dress, she was annoyingly aware of it, craving to touch that feverish skin of his. The man had balls, she’d give him that much at least. Not only did he have the audacity to blackmail her into this stupid date, now he was making fun of her. It was time to get back the upper hand.

“Sweetie, I may be small, but I can handle my liquor.” She brought his hand to her mouth and licked the stretch of skin between his thumb and forefinger, her tongue darting out seductively. Ryan followed her every move, his eyes glued to her as she sprinkled salt on the slick spot and grabbed a lime. Licking the salt from his hand with a slow drag of her tongue, she slammed the Patron and bit into the lime, sucking on it very deliberately as she withdrew it from her lips. The alcohol burned its way to her belly, taking the edge off her nerves. Trailing a manicured nail down his chest, she pulled out the sexiest smile in her arsenal. “I can go one for one all night long. Can you?”

Something dark stirred in his eyes. Lust. She was sure of it, even if she didn’t understand it. How the hell was she, Chloe Jacobs, sitting at the bar with one of the sexiest guys in the NHL eye-fucking her? She had no real basis for comparison, but he was pretty damn fine, so it was a safe bet he was at the top end of the hockey hottie spectrum. Were all hockey players this easy on the eyes?

Ryan swiped her beer and downed it in three quick gulps.

“Hey.” Her temper flared hotter than the hinges of hell. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

He was on her in a flash, spinning her stool and trapping her between his powerful arms, his palms braced on the edge of the bar. The hard muscles of his chest were pressed to her back, a stark contrast to her own soft body. He brought his mouth to her ear, nipping at her earlobe and tracing the inside of her ear with his tongue. A rush of desire surged through her, reminding her of the need he’d awoken deep within. She sighed, cursing herself yet again for responding to his touch like an unsatisfied virgin.

“I need you sober enough to say yes when I take you home and fuck you until you go mad thinking your body will come apart with pleasure. The first time will be quick. But after that? It’s going to take all night because I’m going to learn every single spot on this body that makes you moan. And I’m going to do it with my tongue.”

To prove his point, he swiveled her stool, bringing them face-to-face. His mouth descended without hesitation, or care for who might be watching. Or maybe in spite of it. Those soft lips crashed against hers, driving the kiss deep and hard, their tongues inextricably entwined as she tilted her head back and opened herself to him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, exploring her mouth and tempting her with the promise of more.

When he pulled back, Chloe gasped at the loss of contact. She was so screwed. The time for fun and games had passed. There was only one answer she could give this man. Only one she wanted to give, despite her resolution. But then what? She couldn’t even hang onto Dave the Douche. How could she possibly hope to keep Ryan, the dirty talking, scorching sex god?

She couldn’t. It was that simple. Which actually made him kind of perfect. Forget Mr. Right. Get down and dirty with Mr. Right Now. No expectations. No emotions. Just a whole lot of sinful pleasure. Why shouldn’t he pound an orgasm out of her, no strings attached? Sure, he was infuriating with all his swagger and bossiness, but it did nothing to negate their chemistry. And neither of them was looking for long term. By his own admission he’d just gotten out of a crappy relationship, and she was taking a hiatus from getting dumped. It was perfect, really. Besides, no one had to know.

“My place or yours?” she asked, ignoring the niggling voice in the back of her head that warned her to walk away while she still could.

“Your place is closer,” he said with a sly grin.

They barely made it back to her apartment. A whopping two whole blocks. By the time they got up the stairs, Ryan was sucking on her neck making it damn near impossible to get the key in the lock. When the door finally swung open, they fell through, joined at the lips. Desperate for him to make good on his promise and put that tongue to good use, she devoured him with hungry kisses. They crashed into the sideboard, sending the giant stack of mail skittering to the floor. Who cared? She didn’t. Pressing her to the wall, he slipped a hand under her skirt, feeling his way to the top of her fishnet stockings. When he grabbed her ass, she lifted her leg, wrapping it around him.

“These are so fucking hot, but they have to go,” he said, moving from her mouth to her chin, scraping his teeth along her jawline.

Dropping to his knees, he pulled the pantyhose down, taking her underwear too. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the restrictive undergarments, making a mental note to buy more thigh high stockings. There was something to be said for the easy access they provided, and Ryan seemed to like them. He pushed her dress up, eyes locked on her bare, well,
everything
. Only she didn’t feel self-conscious. Hell, the way he was looking at her she felt like the sexiest damn woman in the world. He could stare all day as far as she was concerned. Except that it meant they weren’t kissing. Or screwing. And what fun was that?

Seizing the front of his shirt, she pulled him to his feet, capturing his mouth on the way up. She nipped at his lower lip, sucking hard. The responsive groan he gave sent a zing of pleasure right to her center. Slipping his arms around her back, he cupped her ass and lifted her in the air. Wrapping her legs around him, she used the leverage to boost herself higher and rubbed her body against his. It was a futile attempt to satisfy the tension coiled low in her belly.

“Bedroom?”

“Thought you’d never ask. Back of the hall,” she panted, running her fingers through his silky hair. He carried her to the bed, laying her down without breaking their connection. Lowering his massive body on top of her, he pinned her to the mattress with his hips. She went straight for the buttons on his shirt, desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Ryan worked her belt, releasing the clasp and dragging the little red dress up over her head, leaving her naked beneath him. He pulled back, studying her from above.

“You wore this just to torture me with those perfect tits, didn’t you?” Shaking his head, he held up the dress. “No bra. I fucking knew it.”

Busted
.

She smirked, dropping her eyes to the raging hard-on that strained against the front of his jeans. “Looks like it worked.”

With his free hand, he caressed her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, princess.” He pinched her. The jolt of pleasure/pain sent her senses into overdrive. His mouth followed, sucking the tender flesh and massaging it with his tongue. She wiggled beneath him, needing more. “You should know I always play to win.”

Unnerved by the dark look in his eyes, she returned her attention to his shirt. Peeling it back revealed the well-muscled shoulders she remembered from their first night together. The phoenix tattoo on his shoulder took on new meaning as she caressed it, wondering if Ryan himself would rise from the ashes and return to greatness. Not that it was any of her concern. She pushed the thought aside, running her hands over the corded muscles of his arms. They were working hard to ensure that thick body of his didn’t crush her. It gave her an idea. A very naughty idea.

Ryan liked games? Maybe they weren’t done playing after all. Perhaps it was just time to change the rules. Only this time they’d be in her favor.

“Switch.” She pushed him off and rolled him onto his back, climbing atop and straddling him. What would it be like to have all that male power restrained beneath her? She was about find out. “Close your eyes.”

He started to argue, but she put a finger to his lips, following it with a light kiss.

When she was sure his eyes were closed, she reached into the nightstand and pulled out the handcuffs she’d bought at Halloween to go with her sexy cop costume. She’d never expected to use them, but the opportunity seemed too good to pass up. This time she’d be in control, and the only person getting tortured would be Ryan. She rotated her hips and stroked his arms, stretching them above his head and putting them in range of the wrought iron headboard.

Then she snapped on the cuffs.

His eyes shot open. “What the fuck!” The cuffs scraped the headboard as he tried to bring his arms down.

“We’re going to play a game,” she said, echoing his words from their first night together. “With handcuffs. There’s only one rule. I’m in control.”

Leaning back, she settled over his hips, giving him full view of her breasts. He could look, but he couldn’t touch. Ryan appraised her as if seeing her for the first time. Shifting his hips, he relaxed, accepting his fate. “Okay, princess. Your game, your rules. But when I get out of these handcuffs—”

“Baby, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t ever want to get out of those handcuffs.” And she meant it. She had every intention of riding him until they were both fully spent. After that? Who cared?

She crawled to the end of the bed and stripped off his jeans. Only his thick erection remained between them. Glowing with the knowledge that
she’d
done that to him, gotten him to that undeniable state of arousal, she repositioned herself over his thighs. He watched intently as she leaned down and blew a hot breath on the head of his cock. The determined set of his jaw suggested he was doing everything in his power not to react. They’d just see about that, wouldn’t they? She licked her lips, moving her tongue over the top one first. No reaction. Then the lower one.

His penis twitched.

Point, Chloe.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” She blew another breath onto his fevered skin, massaging his thighs, avoiding direct contact with his towering erection, just inches from her mouth.

“You’re going to wrap those sweet lips around my dick and suck me off, aren’t you, princess?”

She stroked his thigh. “Would you like that?”

“I’ve never wanted it so bad in my life,” he growled, shifting his hips again. The urge to take him in her mouth was overwhelming. The idea of reciprocating the pleasure he’d given her was a strong lure. Add to it the rush of having such a big, powerful man handcuffed to her bed and she was practically a goner. “Take me in your mouth.”

“Did you forget your manners?” Starting at the base, she stroked his cock with the palm of her hand. “You forgot to say please.”

“
Please
.” It was a strangled cry. Taking pity on him, she lowered herself and licked the head. Just one quick little swipe of the tongue.

He moaned, his tortured gaze never leaving her mouth. “Do it again.”

This time she happily obliged, her own arousal demanding she quit screwing around and get down to business. Bracing herself on his thighs, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and took him into her mouth, circling the shaft with the tip of her tongue.

“
Fuuuck
,” he groaned, arching his hips and nearly toppling her. “That feels amazing. I need more, baby. Fuck me with your mouth. Make it fast.”

Eager to please, she did as he commanded, taking him deep and withdrawing, her tongue desperately working him with each wild thrust of his hips.

“I’m going to come if you keep that up.” He rattled the handcuffs. “Get up here and ride me, princess. I want to watch those tits bounce while you’re fucking me. I want you to look into my eyes and know who it is that makes you come so hard.”

Abandoning her own rules, she delved into the nightstand for a condom. She ripped it open and rolled it on before straddling Ryan again. Hesitating only briefly, she lowered herself, spreading her thighs and taking him deep. Blistering heat tore through her. It wouldn’t take much to send her soaring. Her own climax was close at hand.

“That’s right, princess. Take it all,” he urged, hips rolling beneath her. Despite the rhythmic thrusts, his eyes never left hers. The rest of the world fell away, leaving only Ryan and those striking blue eyes of his. God, if she wasn’t careful she could lose herself in them.

Chloe threw her head back and lifted her hips, pulling back until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. Then she slammed her hips back down, clenching him tight. The guttural sound that erupted from Ryan was music to her ears as she rocked her body, feeding on his excitement. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them as he watched, knowing the action would heighten his pleasure.

He rattled the cuffs again. “Put those beautiful tits in my mouth. Let me suck them for you.”

She shook her head and gave him a wicked grin. “I have a better idea.” With false bravado, she slid one of her hands down her belly, coming to a rest at the place where their bodies joined.

“Fuck, yeah,” he rasped, eyes wild. “Touch yourself while you’re riding me.”

With experienced fingers, she rubbed her swollen clit. Ryan’s thrusts become even more insistent, lifting them both from the mattress as he pushed them toward oblivion. It didn’t take long. Within seconds, shockwaves rocked Chloe, shattering her focus. Her body clenched tight around Ryan, drawing him over the precipice with her. And then they were falling together, entwined as one as they rode out the aftershocks, utterly spent.

G
et it the fuck together, man.
Ryan laced up his skates, doing breathing exercises to calm his nerves. It wasn’t practice that had him sweating. It was the prospect of facing Bash. The tension in the locker room was so thick he was choking on it. They needed to squash the drama and focus on the game. Personal shit was a distraction, one the team couldn’t afford if they wanted to move into first place. Still, he could feel the eyes of his teammates on him, wondering how he’d react when Bash arrived. And as usual, Bash was late. Hell, if he didn’t show up soon, Ryan would be on the ice before he made an appearance. That was the last thing he wanted. The drama needed to stay in the locker room and off the ice.