That Old Black Magic (4 page)

“
You would have done the same
thing,” he retorted as he slid his fingers into her hair.
“You’re just mad I did it first.”

“
That’s what you think.”
She unbuckled his belt, keeping her movements easy and unhurried. “If
you’d just asked, I could have told you the damn thing wasn’t
there. Then we could have gone somewhere and had more orgasms.”

“
Better late than never.”
He curled her hair around his hand and tugged her head back. “You
broke my God damned brain, woman.”

She swayed closer and brushed her
breasts against his chest, the contact stealing her breath even
though a thin layer of cotton separated them. “So break mine,”
she urged. “Kiss me. Touch me. Make me come.”

Max released her hair and reached
down to cup her ass. He lifted her with a laugh, dropped her on the
dresser and wedged his body between her legs. “This was so not
part of my plan for the day. Why do
you
have to be so hot?”

“
Not part of your plan?”
Polly licked his neck and blew softly across his skin. “You’re
a liar.” She teased him with a quick press of her teeth before
biting him, hard.

He groaned and fisted his hands in
her camisole. The fabric gave way with a tear, and he lowered his
head and bit the swell of her breast. Polly clutched his shoulders
and arched up toward his mouth.

His impatience stoked her ardor,
which flared from a smolder to a roar, licking along her nerve
endings. She locked her legs around his hips and cried out when his
cock ground against her, hot even through their clothes.

Please.
She opened her mouth, then sank her teeth into her lip. “I said
I wasn’t going to beg, didn’t I?”

“
Might have.” His tongue
curled around her nipple before he sucked it between his lips with an
approving rumble. He worked a hand between their bodies and rubbed
his thumb against her clit with another soft growl.

The sensations, both simultaneous
and sudden, nearly brought her off the dresser. He turned her on,
fast and hard, and with a skill that overwhelmed her.

“
Wait—” She pushed
him back a little and fumbled with the dresser drawer. Metal
clinked
as she pulled out his handcuffs. “Remember these?” she
asked him, then nodded at the bed.

He lifted his head and raised an
eyebrow. “You want me to handcuff you to the bed?”

“
Uh-uh, baby.” A low
laugh rasped out of her, and she kissed his jaw. “You owe me.”
He owed her big time, and she was ready to collect.

If he tried really hard, Max could
probably come up with an idea stupider than letting Polly Cassidy
handcuff him to her bed. None came to mind, granted, but that could
be due to the fact that most of his blood had migrated south the
moment he’d gotten an eyeful of her naked body.

Of course, telling her
no
might put an end to the imminent hot sex, and he wasn’t in a
hurry to do that. Not when his cock ached and the smell of her desire
had driven him so close to the edge already.
And
they’re just handcuffs. I can break them if I need to.

He took a step back and reached down
to unbutton his pants. “If that’s how you want to play
it...you’re on, sweetheart.”

Polly smiled and hopped down from
the dresser. She let the tattered camisole fall down her arms and
flutter to the floor as she walked slowly toward the bed, his
handcuffs dangling from one finger. “You know I’m going
to tease you mercilessly, right? You’re going to be half crazy
by the time I’m done with you.”

“
Then I’m going to be
full-on crazy, because I’m halfway there already.” He
kicked off his boots and let his gaze caress the curve of her hips
and ass as he tugged off his socks. The only thing hotter than the
idea of pushing her over the bed and driving into her was the image
of those full, lush lips wrapping around his cock.
That
would be worth getting handcuffed for.

She propped a knee on the bed and
stroked her belly absently as she watched him undress. “You’re
slow.” She edged her fingers just under the lace waistband of
her panties and licked her lips.

“
Enjoying the view.” He
unzipped his pants and shoved them down past his hips. “You are
one sexy woman, Polly Cassidy.”

A pleased look warmed her eyes, and
her grin turned wicked. “I bet you say that to all the naked
thieves you meet.”

“
Nope. Just you.” He
took a step closer, his gaze dropping to her hand again. “You
gonna take those off?”

Polly tossed the handcuffs on the
bed and pushed the scrap of white cotton slowly off the lush, rounded
swell of her hips. Then she backed away from the bed and let them
drop. “Lie down, Max.”

There was nothing to do but obey.

She crawled up beside him and
snapped one cuff around his wrist, then looped the chain around the
headboard and repeated the action with his other wrist. “How’s
that?” she rasped, leaning over him to rattle the iron
headboard.

With her breasts so close, he
couldn’t stop himself from lifting his head and dragging his
tongue across one nipple. “Perfect.”

Polly sat up with a soft laugh and
rubbed a hand over her neck and shoulder as she studied him. “What
first?” She winked at him and walked her fingers down his chest
and stomach, then traced them lightly over his erect cock, which
jerked under her touch. “I could get you off, or myself, or
both of us. So many choices...”

He had a hard time not thrusting up
into her hand. “You want suggestions? I might have a few.”

“
By all means.” She
kissed his chest and trailed her tongue down to his belly and back
up. “As long as you recognize that I might discard them in
favor of my own.” Her fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft
and squeezed.

Max groaned and curled his hands
into fists, making the cuffs rattle against the headboard. “That’s
a pretty damn good start.”

“
I know what you want,”
she said in a sing-song whisper. She straddled one of his thighs and
scratched her nails over his hip. “I’ve seen you watching
my mouth. You want me to suck your cock.”

“
Fuck, yeah.” He lifted
his thigh and rubbed against her, stifling a groan at how wet she
was. “But I can’t promise I’ll stay in control once
you wrap those gorgeous lips around me.”

“
If you can’t hold back,
just come.” She rocked down on his leg and shuddered. “I
bet you recover quickly.”

He licked his lips and gave her his
most devastating grin. “A few minutes with my face between your
legs and I’d be ready to go again.”

Polly threw her head back and
moaned. “Jesus Christ. Great minds, baby.” Her gaze
didn’t leave his as she wiggled down, still stroking him, and
leaned over to flick her tongue over the head of his cock.

Heat flashed through him at the
first touch of her wet tongue. He wanted to drive his fingers into
her hair, but not enough to break the handcuffs and risk having her
stop. So he groaned and watched her, watched her lips and her tongue
as they worked over him with enough skill to make him wonder if he
was going to make a fool of himself and come like an overeager
teenager.

Polly hummed approvingly and closed
her lips around his cock, hesitating for a long, teasing moment. Then
she glanced up at him through thick lashes and slid her lips down his
shaft, pulling him deep into her mouth with gentle suction.

“
Fuck!” He couldn’t
stop himself from thrusting up a little, not when she felt like
heaven wrapped around his cock. “Jesus.
Jesus
,
Polly—”

She raised her head and swirled her
gorgeous pink tongue around the tip of his cock. “Do it, baby.
Fuck my mouth.” She took him into the hot, wet depths of her
mouth again.

His brain short-circuited as he
thrust up again, a ragged groan tearing free of him. “
Fuck
!”

She sucked harder, meeting his
thrusts with her hand and mouth and fervent moans that vibrated
around him, setting him on fire with lust and need. The scent of her
arousal grew stronger, and her free hand slid under him to grip his
ass.

“
Polly—Pol—”
His hips pushed up again and he growled. “Fuck, I’m gonna
come—” Another almost orgasmic moan feathered up out of
her throat and tingled through him. She had to have heard him, but
she didn’t stop, just took him again and again, her hands
trembling on his skin.

He came with a hoarse shout and a
rattle of metal on metal. The cuffs dug into his wrists, but the pain
was incidental with pleasure roaring through him, intensified by the
low sound of approval she made as she coaxed him through his climax.

After several seconds, Polly raised
her head and groaned. “Fuck it all. That was the hottest thing
I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes were unfocused, and her hands
shook. “Jesus.”

“
Get up here and let me go,”
he commanded in a soft whisper. “It’s my turn.”

At first, she just stared at him.
Then she shook her head and crawled up his body. “I don’t
need to let you go for that. I don’t
want
to.” Her knees sank into the bed by his head, her lower legs
hooked through the circle of his bound arms. “What about this?”
she asked, rocking her hips toward his face.

He inhaled the scent of her arousal
and groaned. “Closer, then. Let me taste you.”

She hissed in a breath and did as he
asked, moving up until another roll of her hips brushed her cunt
against his lips. “Yeah?” Her hands gripped the top of
the headboard.

He didn’t answer, not with
words. Instead he dragged his tongue along her in one long swipe
before teasing between her folds to circle her clit. Her back arched
and she cried out, one hand uncurling from the wrought iron to stroke
her breasts.

She pinched her nipples and murmured
softly as she rode his face, the words quiet but clear. “Max...
God
,
you’re good. So good.”

“
Fuck yeah, I am.” He
whispered the words against her inner thigh before he bit her softly.
“You want to come? Or you want
me
to tease
you
?”

Polly laughed. “Tease me, you
cocky bastard. Then I’m going to ride you until you beg for
mercy.”

He bit her again, harder, then
turned his mouth back to her cunt with another low growl that he let
vibrate against her. He licked her with teasing intent, reveling in
the taste of her, in the smell and feeling of arousal and pleasure.
His cock stirred to life again with alarming speed, encouraged by the
way she twisted above him.

Even with his easy, leisurely
exploration, she started shaking above him in mere minutes. Her
helpless moans increased in volume and number until she almost
shrieked with pleasure. “Oh, God damn it, Max—fuck,
fuck
...”

He speared his tongue inside her and
groaned again. “Come.” He dragged his tongue up, then
pulled her clit between his lips and moaned his pleasure when she
grabbed a handful of his hair and screamed.

A heartbeat later, she scrambled
away, panting and shuddering, and snatched up a small bag on the
nightstand. She dragged out a condom and ripped it open. Her hands
trembled as she rolled the latex onto his cock. “Like this,”
she murmured, moving to sit astride his hips. “Yes?”

“
Fuck, yes.” He was hard
again, which wasn’t surprising considering the way she’d
looked writhing above him. “Ride me.”

She braced her hands on his chest
and maneuvered until his body pressed against hers. She leaned down
and kissed him, her tongue sliding over his. She moaned into his
mouth as she pushed down, impaling herself on his cock.

He thrust up to meet her, his hips
pushing up hard enough to lift her knees from the bed. He caught her
lower lip between his teeth and did it again, desperate to bury
himself in the wet, slick heat of her body, to push her over that
edge again so fast and hard she couldn’t think of anyone else.