Bound to Please(55)

“I want you to tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

“This much,” she said, jerking her arms, which were still spread wide, beside her.

He laughed, then dipped out of her vision for a moment before straightening. She watched as he placed two items on the table. A bottle of lube and a small, curvy blue dildo.

“You liked my finger in your ass, didn’t you?”

Blushing, she nodded.

“I’m going to put this in your ass, and I’m going to leave it there when I fuck you.” He took the plug and squeezed a generous amount of lube over it. Then he bent over her, his legs between her open thighs, resting against the table.

He kissed her and she felt the lubricated dildo touch her clit, her labia, and then lower, poking at her ass. Still kissing her, he pushed it inside.

He climbed onto the table and knelt between her spread legs. Watching her face, he used his hand to guide his cock into her pussy, stroking her wet folds until she bucked, inviting him, begging him. He pushed into her wetness, and the dual penetration made everything he did to her more intense, more stimulating. She was instantly on edge and as he moved, pulling out and then driving into her, she heard her own voice, screaming for him to fuck her.

Screaming, moaning, crying… She couldn’t have held off her orgasm now even if he’d demanded her to.

Luckily, he didn’t, and soon he was coming as well, jerking one last time inside her, a groan erupting from his throat as if it were being ripped out. His cock pulsed in powerful waves, and she very nearly came again.

His brow was damp when he dropped his head into the crook of her neck. She wanted to touch him, feel his head in her hands, but she couldn’t; he hadn’t released her yet. Anyway, her limbs were boneless; she was helpless, nearly breathless.

His body was hot and slick when he sagged on top of her, as if he needed to catch his breath. She didn’t mind his weight, but when he pushed away, looked at her and kissed her forehead, she smiled up at him.

“I need a nap,” he said.

“It’s not even noon.”

“Does it matter?”

She had to think about it for a second before she replied. Then she shook her head from side to side, not caring that her hair was a mess around her face. “You know what? It doesn’t matter.” She grinned wider. “Yeah. Let’s go to bed.”





Chapter

Sixteen

Ruby, baby. Wake up.”

She turned toward the soft whisper at her ear. “Mmm?”

“Get dressed. It’s past three, and I want you to show me your town.” He was sitting on the bed beside her, wearing jeans and nothing else, the afternoon sun streamed through the window, highlighting a spatter of freckles on his upper chest she’d never noticed before.

She reached toward him. “Are you sure you don’t want to come back to bed?” As she turned, she let the covers fall, exposing the peaked nipple of her left breast.

His eyes raked over her. “You’re such a temptress. But I’m leaving soon, and I want to see San Francisco.” He leaned down and kissed her softly. “Also, it’s not like we need a bed to fuck in.” He winked. “Just wear a skirt.”

His words woke her up, and she pulled the covers over her chest. “Right. Okay.” Somehow, without the edge of passion, his language sounded coarse, vulgar.

Ignoring the feeling, she reached out and took his hand. Stroking his knuckles, she gave him her best sultry look. “I promise to do whatever you want. But first, come back to bed.” She licked her lips, trying to look sexy. She wanted more of what they’d done in her kitchen, and she wasn’t too proud to ask for it.

But then his cell rang, and he took his hand back to pull the phone out of his back pocket. “It’s Yvette. Hang on,” he said, walking out the door.

Staring after him, she watched him leave the room. Then she pushed herself out of bed, listening to the deep hum of his voice as he spoke. So. At least he didn’t try to hide his priorities. It occurred to Ruby that if Mark did actually live closer, she would break it off now. Obviously, the band came first. Music, Yvette, his career; it was all the same to him, and, as she believed and he’d never denied, there wasn’t room in his life for anything else.

But she wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it because she knew what they had was temporary; she knew this fling was about to end. But it was too good, too addicting to give it up now. Like the strawberry dessert at the Ritz, she wouldn’t be happy until she’d had every last bite.

She shook the whole line of thought from her mind. Mark wanted to see San Francisco, and she would have fun obliging him. She thought of all the places she could take him. Alcatraz, Fisherman’s Wharf, the Presidio. Coit Tower, Lombard Street, North Beach, Chinatown. When was the last time Ruby had seen any of the city’s famous landmarks? She couldn’t remember. But she was keyed up about the idea of visiting those places again. With Mark. And she knew exactly where she wanted to go first.