Sex for Beginners Box Set(54)

He grinned wickedly. “Only with my wine?”

She angled her head. “Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Yes,” he said, taking her hand and turning it palm up. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” He plucked one of the dark chocolates from the dish and closed her hand over it.

She laughed and tried to pull away. “It’s going to melt.”

He held her fingers closed. “I know. You were saying how good I make you feel?”

She lifted her chin. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”

Colin opened her fingers, now covered with the dark, sticky chocolate. Holding her gaze, he lifted her hand to his mouth and began licking the chocolate from her fingers. Her lips parted and a sigh escaped her. Colin drew each finger into his mouth one at a time and sucked it clean.

She moaned.

“What was that?” he asked, angling his ear toward her.

A smile curved her mouth. “That feels…good.”

Working in small circles, he licked the sticky sweetness from her palm. Her eyes became hooded and her shoulders loose. “You…make me feel good.”

He laughed softly against her hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”

She nodded and he pulled her to her feet, already thinking about the way he was going to secure her with the handcuffs, the things he was going to do to make her feel so very good.

They were undressing each other before they got through the door. When they were both naked, Colin guided her to stand between the chains. He opened the handcuffs and gave a little laugh. “I’m not sure how these things work.”

“Let me show you,” she said, moving behind him.

He felt a tug on one wrist to his back, then the other, then two distinct clicks. And his eyes flew wide with the realization that he was the one being restrained. He pulled his hands apart and the handcuffs clanked. Zoe came to stand in front of him, a wicked smile on her face.

“You planned this,” he said with a little laugh. Even as he said it, his cock was growing rock hard.

She nodded and held up the key to the handcuffs. “But you can stop me anytime. Remember our safe words?”

Colin nodded, still disbelieving that the little vixen had gotten the drop on him…and bloody glad that she had.

“So how do you feel?” she asked.

His throat convulsed. “Green.”

She had to tiptoe to kiss him, rubbing her amazing breasts against his chest. He lowered his head to hungrily meet her mouth, but she had positioned herself well—to be almost out of reach of the chains. As she toyed with kissing him, leaving him unsatisfied, she encircled her hand around his erection and gave it a squeeze.

He gasped and thrust forward in her hand, leaving moisture on her bare belly. She lowered her mouth to his nipples and tongued them, still stroking the length of him. The sheer intensity of the sensations caught him by surprise—not having the use of his hands made him more aware of what was being done to him. He also had a new appreciation for the trust she’d shown in him for allowing him to restrain her. He was at her mercy, and he wasn’t sure what to expect.

Which made his blood run even hotter.

She took the tip of his flat nipple between her teeth and bit down—hard.

He shuddered at the flash of pain and his cock surged.

“You okay?” she murmured.

“Yes…I mean…green.”

She bit down harder, this time making him flinch. Then harder…and harder.

“Yellow,” he said finally, exhaling loudly.

She eased up, laving the nipple gently before moving to the other nipple and biting down with increasing pressure until he sucked in a sharp breath and muttered. “Okay—yellow.”

His cock was twitching in her hand. She brought her body closer to his and used the head of it to stroke her clit. He groaned at the moist warmth of her and longed to push inside her. Instead she squeezed him harder and began to masturbate using him. Colin thought he was going to explode.

He ached to touch her. He rattled the handcuffs, but knew that ultimately, it would be more satisfying for both of them if he played out the game. She reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing and nipping him while she stroked herself using him, squeezing him harder and harder. His breath rasped out, and he nearly lost his balance.

“You okay?” she murmured.

“Green,” he moaned.

She moaned her approval, then lowered her mouth to his collarbone and bit down as her body began to convulse. Colin was still, allowing her to pleasure herself, but he’d never felt so engorged. His balls twinged with an unspent orgasm. He gritted his teeth as he fought for control.

When her body quieted, she kissed him again, sighing into his mouth. Then she slid down his body to her knees. Colin groaned in anticipation.

Her tongue snaked out and stroked him from base to tip. He arched forward, but again, she was just barely within reach. She took the shiny head into her mouth and grazed her teeth over it. With her hand she squeezed his balls and stroked the sensitive ridge underneath. The torture was exquisite. He planted his legs wider to give her better access.

She alternately tongued and grazed her teeth over the length of him, then took him into her mouth as far as she could. Colin tightened his arms for leverage against the chains. The handcuffs were cutting into his wrists, pulling on the hair of his arms—the dull pain only made everything else more intense. Her tongue and teeth felt so good, stroking him, milking him. He set his jaw against the unbelievable pressure building inside him.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned.

She pulled his erection out of her mouth and continued stroking him, sandwiching his cock between her ample breasts. The sight alone put him over the edge. He thrust forward, contracting his hips as the life fluid spilled out of him and over her breasts. The release was so intense, it bordered on pain. He grunted, then cried out her name, registering distantly that it was the first time he’d ever called a lover by name in the heat of passion.

Bloody hell, he thought fleetingly as his big body shuddered. That couldn’t be good.





14




WHEN ZOE OPENED HER EYES the next morning, filtered sunlight streamed through the sliding-glass door. Colin was still asleep and from the sound of his deep, even breathing, he would be for some time.

Feminine satisfaction filled her chest—last night had worn him out. Her gaze moved to the chains still hanging from the ceiling truss, the handcuffs dangling at the ends. Her body tingled pleasantly with its own memories.

She quietly slipped from the bed and gathered clothes on her way to the bathroom, where she dressed and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. When she emerged a few minutes later, Colin hadn’t moved, his big body still taking up a good portion of the big bed. He seemed to have no use for bed covers and was lying nude on his back. She took the opportunity to study his long, muscular body covered with light-colored hair. Even in sleep he looked powerful, his sex thick against his thigh. A shiver of appreciation ran through her. The man was a specimen.

She left the bedroom and pulled the door closed behind her, then padded downstairs. It was a beautiful morning, the trees and grass outside the glass doors brilliantly green and heavy with dew. She opened the French doors on the sunny side of the house to usher in the warmth and fresh air. The songs of birds and insects filled the room. Zoe sighed in contentment. Benbullen was a beautiful place.

She was drawn to the photographs sitting on a bookshelf. There were some of Colin in his soccer days, in uniform and in action. One of him with two other men who looked so much like him they had to be his brothers. And one with his brothers and a couple she presumed to be his parents. His father was as tall as Colin, thick-necked and balding. His mother was petite with dark hair, very pretty with engaging, bright eyes. And there was a picture of Colin with a woman she recognized as Lauren Rook. They looked like the golden couple, blond, fit and gorgeous. The frame was different from the others, more feminine. It was probably a gift from Lauren, Zoe guessed.

Not that it was any of her business.

The aftermath of their dinner littered the kitchen, dirty pots and pans in the sink, plates and glasses on the table. Zoe began clearing the mess and loading the dishwasher, making as little noise as possible so she wouldn’t wake Colin, and started a pot of coffee.

At the sound of footsteps on the porch, she looked up, startled to see a man and woman standing there. Zoe recognized them from the photographs as one of Colin’s brothers, probably Owen since he lived nearby, and Colin’s mother. Zoe froze, unsure what to do. They were talking and walked in through the open doors, not noticing her at first.

The woman was the first to see her and react. Her eyes went wide, then she stopped and put a hand on the man’s arm, cutting him off midsentence. He looked up and stared.

“Hello,” Zoe ventured nervously, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.

“Hello,” they chorused, although it sounded more like a question.

“I’m Zoe Smythe,” she said over the awkwardness, supremely grateful to have taken the time to put on a bra.

“I beg your pardon,” the woman said, recovering. “We didn’t mean to barge in. We thought…That is, I’m Colin’s mother, Virginia Cannon.”

The man was still agape until his mother elbowed him. “And I’m Colin’s brother Owen.” He squinted. “You’re American?”