Page 24

Chapter 24

We’ll sacrifice these

Callie

I followed him to his bedroom.

He pulled the tie from around his neck and inspected it. “This might not be recoverable when we’re done, but I’m not sure I want to wear it again anyway.” He picked up his tie from the previous day. “Okay, we’ll sacrifice these.”

“Take off your shirt.”

Amusement crossed his face, and one side of his mouth tilted up. “Bossy, are we?”

I grabbed the ties from his hand. “You said I could be in control.”

“I did. I also said I was doing the tying.”

“Get your shirt off and then you can tie yourself up. I want you naked.” I was nervous, but if I was calling the shots? It helped the nerves.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly, watching me the whole time. He threw it toward the chair. “Happy?”

I was, as much by his doing what I asked as by the chest now exposed to my view. I passed him a tie.

He held it in his hand. “Do you want me to remove anything else?”

“Not yet.”

He smiled a little wider. “This is going to be very interesting.”

“And still you aren’t tied up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He made some kind of complicated knot that bound the two bits of fabric—I was betting on them being silk—and wrapped one end around one wrist. A bit more maneuvering, and he had both wrists tied together in front of him.

I stood up. He was still watching me with that little grin when I turned him, then shoved him so he fell on his back on the bed. His arms jerked, moving instinctively to protect his fall, but the knots he’d made were good. His wrists stayed together. He ended up in a clumsy sprawl across his mattress.

I climbed onto the bed while he lay back, hands shackled, eyes on me. I tugged on his feet and brought his legs up. Then I rolled him over till he was mostly in the middle of the oversized bed. His feet were hanging off the foot, but I’d probably need his help to drag his body up toward the headboard, and that would erode the impression of being in control. Good enough. It might make pulling the rest of his clothes off a little easier.

“Hands over your head.”

His eyebrows rode up but he did as I asked. I took a moment to appreciate the objective beauty of his fit body, and then moved to his waistband.

“Having fun?” he asked.

I paused, my hands on the button of his pants. “I didn’t ask you to talk.”

The eyebrows stayed high, but I felt his dick twitch. It was getting hard, so I didn’t worry that I was crossing any kind of line or upsetting him. Maybe Mr. Hockey didn’t get bossed around very often. This might be good for him.

I pulled down the zipper and tugged. He didn’t lift his ass to help, and when I glared at him I got an unhelpful smirk. He was going to make me ask. Instead, I pinched his ass cheek and he flinched away. Giving me the opportunity to yank the clothing over his ass.

Score one for me. His dick was pressing up in his underwear, so he liked what I was doing.

I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and he tensed, expecting another pinch. But I had more than one way to skin this cat. I pulled on the fabric until it started to stress, and he lifted his ass the tiniest amount, but enough that I was able to pull them over his dick and down his legs. Yeah, he didn’t want me to rip them—they probably cost a fortune, unless that was something else he didn’t pay for. I shook my head. Not the time.

I slid off and went to the foot of the bed. His feet hanging over the edge made it easy to remove the last of his clothing. I stood in place for a minute and stared at him. Took my time enjoying the view. This was something I’d never had before. A naked man, mine to play with. A gorgeous, incredibly fit hockey player. I was still dressed, and it gave me the illusion of power. I shivered again and his erection twitched. This was working for him too.

Now, what did I want to do next?

I wanted him to lose it. Lose that confident shell he projected and make him forget his disapproving family. I could go right for his dick. But he’d expect that, and I wasn’t ready to move things along that quickly. There were other places that had sensitive nerves. Some I’d discovered last night. Now I could hunt for them as long as I wished.

I didn’t want to bother with clothes later, so I undid the zip on my dress and pulled it off. When my face was no longer hidden in the fabric, I found his gaze focused on my body.

I was wearing more of the lacy lingerie I’d bought for this trip. I wasn’t sure how often I’d wear it. The salesclerk swore it would support my breasts, but it wasn’t one of my usual bras and I kept waiting for a strap to break, or a boob to pop out of the cups, shallower than I was used to.

Right now, it was worth the expense. Cooper’s irises were almost completely blotted out by his pupils, and he swallowed and licked his lips. Excellent . Now that his sense of sight was fully engaged, I was going to work on touch. I slid a knee onto the big bed, beside Cooper’s hip.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take off more clothes?” His voice was raspy, and his eyes were stuck on my cleavage.

“Nah, I’m good.”

His arms jerked but he forced them back over his head. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

I bent down, the lace over my breasts touching his ribs and bicep as I whispered in his ear, “I’m going to take your control away.”

His body shuddered, but he stayed in place. I ran my tongue up over his ear and he shuddered again. Then I gently bit his earlobe.

“Fuck!”

“Not yet,” I whispered. And I got to work.

I used my mouth, my hands, even my hair and boobs to touch every inch of glorious skin stretched over his frame. I took time, touching the places that seemed to drive him crazy. I watched the goose bumps on his skin, and how his body twitched. I listened to the moans that escaped his mouth. I felt when his abdomen tensed so much that I worried he might harm himself. But the nonstop cursing assured me he was doing okay.

I finally worked my way down to his hips, tasting, licking, sucking, biting, lightly scratching. When I bypassed his dick, only my hair brushing over it as I headed for his thick thighs, he began to plead.

“Come on. Bring that pussy up here and I’ll make you feel so good.”

He was still coherent. I kept going.

He had sensitive skin behind his knees, and ticklish feet. As I headed back up his body his hips thrust and the begging became a little messier.

“Please. Callie, come on. Please—oh fuck!”

That was when I swallowed him down. Being the girl with big boobs and no self-esteem in high school had given me the reputation of being easy. I’d been willing to do a lot to feel important to someone. It wasn’t the ideal reason for it, but I knew how to give a stellar blow job. I had no gag reflex and could deep throat with the best of them.

I pulled in a breath, and then pushed his dick down into my throat. I held him there for a moment and swallowed.

“Fuck— Shit— No, I’m gonna— Don’t stop?—”

I pulled back and his hips thrust up, following my mouth. There was drool running down my chin, and I wiped it off with one hand while I watched his face.

He blinked his eyes open. “Jesus fuck, Callie. That was incredible. But you do that again and I’ll come.”

I smiled smugly. “That’s not what I want, Cooper.”

His chest was lifting and falling, sweat gathering between his pecs and over his ribs and face. “Your mouth is lethal.”

I’d been complimented on my oral skills before. But I wanted my own pleasure out of this, and that meant getting his dick inside me.

I reached back and undid my bra, sliding down the straps and letting it fall onto the bed. He drew in a long breath. I slid to the side and stood, taking off the panties, enjoying his gaze.

I squatted by his luggage while I searched for the condoms we needed. Then I returned to the bed, my hips swinging, enjoying his appreciation.

I sat across his thighs with the packet in my hand and carefully ripped it open. His dick in front of me was rock-hard, flushed, and leaking. I ran my hand down it, feeling the velvety soft skin over the hard column. He hissed, so I did it again, slower. Then I carefully pushed the condom over him.

“If you don’t want lube, the offer to eat you out is still on the table.”

I didn’t need lube. Playing with him, imagining what I would do to him, had already gotten me wet. With his cheeks flushed, hair damp and sweaty, eyes slitted open to watch me, he looked hotter than he did in those fucking billboards.

“I don’t need it.” I pushed up on my knees and crawled forward, breasts hanging over his body.

“Oh, fuck, Callie.”

Instead of grabbing his dick and filling myself with it, I copied his move of the night before, and leaned down and kissed him. He opened, his tongue searching my mouth, and his shoulders jerked as his arms lifted then settled back down. I gripped his hair in my hands, messing it up, pulling it, taking the pleasure I wanted from him. It was too good.

I pulled back and caught my breath. “Okay, I’m going to ride you now. I don’t want you to come till I do.”

He blinked at me. “Don’t know if I can promise that.”

“Try. Try hard. Show me your stamina.”

I reached for his dick, held it firm and then slowly slid down.

I was ready, wet and aroused, but i\he was big, and the pressure was a lot. When I was finally fully seated, I took a long breath and rolled my hips, pleasuring myself. He started swearing again.

I braced my hands on his broad chest and lifted myself. Up, and then down, letting that dick fill me up and rub me inside with warm, firm pressure. I shuddered.

I straightened, lifting my hands and holding my breasts. I let my fingers flick my nipples as I lifted and dropped, pleasure spiking from my breasts to my pussy, goose bumps rising on my skin. I moaned, close to losing control myself. Watching the man beneath me, tendons tight and muscles clenched to keep himself in position. Another roll of my hips, and he snapped.

I’d done it. His control was gone. Frantically, he tugged his hands out of the knot on his tie and grabbed my waist. Those powerful arms lifted me up and over onto my back. Then he gripped my wrists, holding my hands down to the bed. He notched himself between my thighs and pressed in. He wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t careful. He was a man pushed to his limits and he pounded into me. The waves of pleasure rippled over my body and I met him thrust for thrust, demanding everything he could give me.

“Close,” I panted.

He gripped both wrists in one hand and moved the other to my clit. It didn’t take long before I screamed as my orgasm rushed over me, racking my body with shudders. I was vaguely aware of Cooper shouting something, and then he collapsed on top of me.

Every cell in my body was relaxed, sated with pleasure. Cooper now had his name on the top two sexual experiences of my life. I couldn’t even remember what the third would have been.

I closed my eyes, letting the aftershocks ripple through as something warm inside made me want to purr. Right now, there was nothing more I wanted.