Playing Dirty: Windy City Kink, Book 3 (14 page)

“Whoever did the shopping had very nice taste,” she said breathlessly.

“Tell me the bra matches. For the love of everything that’s holy.”

A smile caught her lips. “It does.”

“Thank you, Jesus.”

But before he explored further, he shifted and bent to lay a kiss on the sheer fabric over her mound. She sucked in a breath. He paused there, eyes closed, as if worshiping her. Her throat squeezed.

Then he kissed his way over her stomach, slowly, as he inched the dress up to her ribs. He took the little gold-and-diamond barbell that pierced her navel in his strong white teeth and gave a gentle tug. More excitement unfurled in her belly beneath his lips.

Then his tongue swirled into the hollow beneath her sternum and his hands pushed the dress to her armpits. She obediently lifted her arms and did an ab crunch to raise herself off the couch long enough to allow him to shove the garment all the way off, then reclined again and watched his face as he studied her in her underwear.

Yes, the bra matched, more of the exquisite silvery mesh and lace, the gray satin top edge of the cups meeting in a bow between her breasts. She wasn’t well-endowed and often wore more padded styles than this, but, miraculously, whoever had picked this out had gotten the size right. Having only sheer fabric between her flesh and Raff’s touch had her nipples tightening into even harder points.

“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered, settling his hands gently on her shoulders.

“I told you she had good taste.”

“Didn’t mean the lingerie.” His lips quirked, eyes still heated. “Meant you, babe.
You’re
beautiful.”

A flush washed up from her chest to her face and she swallowed, resisting the urge to deny it. Instead, accepting it because he was looking at her like that, with such admiration and awe, and she felt…beautiful.

Chapter Fourteen

Raff stroked his fingertips over the upper swells of her breasts. She was beautiful, like he’d said, perfect smooth skin touched with a hint of pink from their time in the sun that afternoon. She was slender and delicate, her neck curving gracefully into her shoulders. Maybe because of her short hair, he kept noticing her neck and wanting to touch it and kiss it. The neck had never been an erogenous zone for him before Paige.

He’d seen her body earlier in the day, in that little black bikini, but seeing her in sheer underwear—panties that were a tiny scrap of fabric and ribbon, and a bra he could see her nipples through—was fucking sexy as hell.

“The underwear is hot,” he acknowledged. “But mostly because you’re wearing it.”

He set his hands on her rib cage and smoothed them down her sides to her waist, then hips, following them with his eyes. Need for her buzzed in his groin, heat spreading through his body. But he had to take care of her.

He moved off the couch and knelt on the floor, stroking a hand down one slender thigh, studying her legs. He wanted her naked, but he was appreciating the visual of her stretched out on the couch in sexy lingerie, her skin gilded by the flames in the fireplace.

She watched him with big eyes, so sweetly passive at the moment, letting him look and touch and admire.

“Roll over,” he ordered gruffly, sitting back on his heels.

She blinked then shifted her body, rolling toward the back of the couch and onto her stomach. She settled her arms beneath her head, facing him. He took in the arch of her back, curving upward into her ass and down to smooth thighs. “More beauty,” he murmured. The thong had a little bow right at the top of the cleft of her ass, a perfect little adornment for such magnificence.

His palms itched to touch and he cupped her ass cheeks. Small but rounded, they filled his palms with luscious firmness. He gave a squeeze and she moaned. Then he trailed his fingers to where ass met thigh and caressed her there. She immediately gave a full-body shiver. He smiled.

He bent forward and laid his mouth to one cheek in a soft kiss. The first kiss lingered, the next began a series of kisses down to her thigh where he stroked her with his tongue, bringing forth more shivers. He kissed the other cheek, nipping at it gently with his teeth, then working his way back up. He opened his mouth on the small of her back, letting his tongue touch her soft skin.

“Oh my God.” Her whisper reached his ears. “Raff.”

He molded his hand over one butt cheek again, caressing it, his palm once again itching for more, to give her more sensation, to lay a gentle spank on the firm flesh. “Love your ass, babe,” he murmured, then dragged his tongue up her spine. “Want more?”

“Y-yes.”

He lifted his palm and lowered it sharply, a small smack that nonetheless jolted her. She gave a long groan. “Oh God.”

“Like that?”

She was silent and he sensed her struggle. He shifted closer to her face. “Eyes, Paige.” Her eyelashes fluttered open. He stared right into her eyes. “All you ever have to say is no. Got that?”

She gazed back at him, eyes a little hazy from pleasure, clearly thinking about what he was saying.

“Promise I’ll never hurt you,” he added. “Only what you want. Paige…will you tell me what you want?”

She hesitated. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Why, baby?” He touched her cheek, rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Because I’m not
sure
what I want.” His thumb moved to brush her jaw and she briefly bit her bottom lip. “I thought I knew…a long time ago…but I think I was crazy to want those things.”

He knew at that moment things had gone horribly wrong with her ex-husband. He didn’t know exactly how. Possibly the asshole had made her feel deviant for wanting the things she did. Possibly he hadn’t been able to give her what she needed. Or possibly he’d been a fucktard asswipe who’d used what she needed to gratify his own sick urges. That was deeply disturbing, and Raff’s gut told him it was the most probable explanation, but they’d done enough talking for now—he needed to be inside her, with her coming all around his throbbing dick.

He needed to give her what she needed.

“Not crazy, Paige. If you can’t tell me, I’ll play. I’ll play and try to make you feel good. Remember, though—you just have to say no and I’ll stop.”

She nodded, her gaze fastened to his with such sweet submission and trust, his engorged dick throbbed and bolts of lust shot straight to his balls. “Need your mouth,” he muttered, leaning in to kiss her. He took her mouth with all the burning desire heating his body, long and hard, a kiss full of promises both wicked and sweet.

He licked inside her mouth to taste her, her femininity and sweetness. Her essence made his head spin, made more heat surge through his veins, converging in his dick. “Mmm.” His hand cupped her face, fingers sliding into her short hair. “You’ve got a hot little mouth, Paige.” He felt her twitch and continued, “Wanna feel that mouth on me. Sucking my dick. Licking my balls.”

She gave a soft whimper and he fucking loved that sound.

“Later,” he promised. “First gonna look after you.” He touched his mouth to hers once more, then moved to kiss his way down her back. And he spanked her again. Easy but firm, one cheek then the other. He kissed her lower back, gave her a minute, and then when her hips lifted, pushing her ass to his hand, he smiled. And spanked her again. He rubbed his palm over the heated skin, loving how it warmed. Yeah. Fuck yeah. She liked it.

Exhilaration swelled in his chest. Gratification. Joy.

He studied her ass, now pink, and the sight aroused him unbearably. “I need to get my fucking clothes off,” he muttered, surging to his feet and tearing at the buttons of his shirt. He only bothered with the first few, enough to yank the garment off over his head. Then he rapidly unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and let them drop to the floor. He shucked his boxer briefs and socks, and stood naked, still staring at Paige’s perfect ass. He sensed her gaze on him and turned his head to see her watching him, eyes hot, lips parted.

His cock twitched at having her eyes on him, massively hard and throbbing. Still watching her, he gave it a stroke. “Wanna rub my dick between your ass cheeks, sweetheart.” It wasn’t a question. He was telling her what he was going to do. Her teeth sank into that plush bottom lip again.

“Are you wet, baby?” He moved back onto the couch, one knee on one side of her legs, his other foot still planted on the floor. He hooked fingers into the tiny sides of the panties, almost impatient enough to rip them off, but, damn, she seemed to like them. So he tugged them down her thighs and off one ankle. He set one hand on her lower back and ran the other down her ass, fingers trailing through the crease, curving down and in to find her pussy. She was completely bare, as if she’d known how much he liked that.

He heard her gasp as he encountered hot liquid silk. He brushed fingers over the softest skin, sliding back and forth in the wetness, deeper… “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “You’re wet, babe. You really liked that spanking, didn’t you?”

“God yes.”

He shifted closer, took his dick in hand and pushed between her thighs. She parted them a little and pushed her ass up to accommodate, and his eyes closed when the head of his cock sank into scalding softness. “Fuck yeah.” He gritted his teeth as every nerve ending lit on fire, rubbing his cock back and forth over her pussy, getting all wet. Then he adjusted the angle and slid higher, between her ass cheeks. Christ, the idea of fucking her ass had sexual heat exploding in him, and he damn near came all over her back. One day. One day.

His free hand clasped her hip and he rocked slowly, caressing her with his cock. He pushed a little deeper, right at that tight little back entrance, and her head reared up. “No,” she said, clear as day.

“It’s okay.” He rubbed her back. “Not gonna do that. Not tonight. Just playing there.”

She slowly relaxed and he dragged the head of his cock back down through her soaking pussy.

“See,” he crooned roughly. “You just had to say stop. That’s all you have to say, Paige. Anytime. Christ, this feels good. Your pussy’s so soft. So hot. Can’t wait to be inside you. Fucking you.”

Her body shuddered. “Raff…need you…”

“I know, baby. Gonna do it.” He flicked open her bra, then rose and reached for her. He easily picked her up and flipped her onto her back again, with a shocked little cry from her. The bra was loose and he plucked it away from her. It too landed on the floor with his clothes. “Now let’s see those pretty tits.”

He moved over her again, devouring the sight of her breasts, dainty like the rest of her body, but sweetly rounded and tipped with hard little nipples the color of pink champagne. He filled his hands with them, loving the way they fit his palms, the gentle weight of them. “Beautiful,” he said again. His fingers closed over the nipples and her lips parted on a sigh. “Like that?”

Her tongue came out to swipe across her bottom lip and she gave a tiny nod. Her eyes had darkened to slate gray, eyelids heavy.

He toyed with her nipples, pinching and rolling and tugging at them both, until she was writhing. He was on fire and desperate to taste those little buds. He bent and closed his lips around one, drawing it into his mouth.

“God,” she whispered. “Oh yeah.” One of her hands came to his head, gently holding him there. She tasted amazing, felt incredible on his tongue, and he suckled with gentle pulls. He moved to the other breast and did the same, intensifying the suction, gauging her reaction, but, holy hell, she loved whatever he gave her.

Her hips were lifting and she was panting when he pulled up his head and studied the now-raspberry nipples. Her upper chest wore a flush that had worked up into her cheeks, and she looked sexy and aroused.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Yeah.” He bent over to kiss her mouth. “Gonna give it to you now, baby.” He slipped his fingers between her thighs again. Fuck, even wetter.

“You need a condom.”

He closed his eyes. Hell yeah he did. Shit. He never forgot that. He was out of his mind over her. “Got it,” he rasped. “In the bedroom. Be right back. No wait. You come with me. That fucking bed is better than a couch.” Impatient, he lifted her into his arms.

“Raff, put me down.”

He ignored that request until he was standing next to the bed, where he gently deposited her. Then he headed to the bathroom for his shaving kit.

How much of a mood killer was this? He found the small packages, then rocketed back out to the bedroom, losing his breath at the sight of her naked on his bed, her body outlined in velvet shadows.

He held up a package between two fingers as he moved toward her. He quickly suited up and fell onto the bed over her.

She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he mumbled. “Should’ve thought of it.”

He was so rigid and swollen he hurt, fire erupting in his balls. Goddamn. There was so much he wanted to do to her. But fucking her was essential.
Now.

He found her mouth for more scorching kisses, centered himself between her legs, then pushed up to his knees. He lifted her thighs, widened his knees and then lost his focus at seeing her sweet pussy—Jesus Christ, the prettiest little pussy he’d ever seen—flushed pink, soft, pouty lips glistening with her arousal.

Heart pounding in his throat, he sucked in air and fisted his dick, insanely eager to get inside her. He pushed in slowly, taking care because she was small. Blistering pleasure seared his nerve endings as he entered her drenched heat, her passage snug around him, clasping him so tight.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel good, baby. Fuckin’ amazing.”

She stared up at him with a dazed expression then reached for him, gripping his thighs.

“Yeah,” he grunted, easing farther in. “Oh yeah. Take me. All of me. Just like…that.” He was in, throbbing inside her. Sensation wrapped around his cock, grabbed his balls and sizzled up his spine. Holy mother of hell. “Okay, baby?”

She nodded, so sweet and beautiful.

He began to move, holding her legs back and up, slowly pumping in and out. It built fast, almost out-of-control fast, but he had to take care of her.
Too soon
.

He let go of her legs and fell over her, taking his weight on his elbows but pressing her into the mattress. He kissed her again, deep and greedy, caressing her tongue with his own, nipping at her bottom lip, rocking his hips into her body. Nothing had ever been this good, this sweet, as sliding in and out of her, again and again. She groaned into his mouth every time he drove into her, hot little sounds that lit him up.

She circled her arms around his neck. “Raff. You feel so good inside me. You make me feel so good.”

“That’s what I want,” he whispered. “Want you to feel good. No. Not just good. I wanna fuckin’ rock your universe. Want you to come, so sweet and beautiful.”

Her hips met his in a perfect rhythm and he buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, sliding his hands into her hair. She was soft beneath him, hot around him. Flames licked over him and burned beneath his skin. It was a wonder the fucking bed wasn’t on fire.

He sucked on the soft skin of her neck, so gently, traced over it with his tongue. Her hands moved on his back, making him aware of the sweat building on his skin, then slid lower to grab hold of his ass, pulling him into her, harder. Faster.

Yeah. Her body strained against him and he knew, damn, he knew. He pushed up again to his widespread knees and brushed his fingers over her flesh where they were joined. Yeah. There. He found the little knot of nerves, circled it with wet fingertips, two fingers, and her body jolted. “That it?” he whispered.

“Yeah. Oh…yeah.” Her eyes fell closed and her fingers dug into his legs. He kept up the rhythm of his hips as he rubbed over her clit and the sounds she made quickened, grew louder, turning him on even more. Soft whimpers, quick little cries of pleasure. “Raff…oh God!” She tightened around him, her pussy rippling, hips lifting, and her low cry reached inside him and grabbed hold. She shuddered beneath him and grabbed his wrist, her pussy still contracting around him.