"Mr. Right-now" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tyler Paige)

Chapter Three

Kate and Dawson spent the rest of the day in bed, which was something she’d never done with any of the other men she dated. She just never had the desire to laze around in bed after having sex with any of them. Then again, the sex had never been as good with them, either.

Not that she and Dawson had sex the whole time, of course. They also spent a good portion of the day simply lying in each other’s arms talking about everyday ordinary stuff like family and work and what they both liked to do in their free time. Like her, Dawson was a Seattle native, but whereas she was an only child, he had an older brother to get into trouble with, and she laughed as he told her one funny story after another about the mischief the two of them had gotten into growing up. While she didn’t think tales of her own childhood were nearly as amusing, she still managed to entertain him with stories about all the things she and her friends had done. All the while they were laughing, Kate had to swear him to secrecy. She didn’t want the other women to know she’d broken the sacred girl-code by revealing all the embarrassing stuff they’d done. If she’d stopped to think about it, Kate might have censored what she said a little bit more, but Dawson was so easy to talk to that she found herself sharing things with him she’d never told another guy.

In fact, she and Dawson talked so much while they were lying there in bed that Kate didn’t think they could possibly come up with anything more to talk about over dinner. When they went out to the balcony later that night after room service came, however, she discovered she was wrong. As the conversation continued to flow without any of those uncomfortable silences, she realized how much she and Dawson had in common. They liked the same kind of movies, they listened to the same music, they even liked to hang out at a lot of the same clubs in Seattle.

Without even meaning to, she found herself mentally running through her checklist as they ate and putting a check mark beside each thing she came to. She was more than halfway through the list when she abruptly remembered she wasn’t supposed to be sizing up Dawson as a potential husband. This thing with him was a weekend fling and at the end of it, they would go their separate ways. They had both agreed to it. That was getting more and more difficult to remember, though, especially when he was shaping up to be the most perfect guy she’d ever met.

Kate took a sip of wine, eyeing him over the rim of the glass as he casually leaned back in his chair. Even if she wanted to explore their relationship further, she couldn’t. She was the one who had made the rules about this being a no-strings-attached affair. Heck, she’d practically spelled it out in big, block letters for him. She couldn’t simply change her mind in the middle of things, no matter how much she might want to. Dawson would think she was a complete nutcase. She was just going to have to settle for enjoying their little fling while it lasted.

Afraid Dawson would notice she’d suddenly zoned out, Kate forced herself to stop being introspective and focus on what he was saying. He was talking about the latest summer blockbuster, which he’d recently seen and liked.

Kate groaned at the name. So much for liking the same movies. “Oh God, I hated that movie.”

Dawson looked at her incredulously. “You’re kidding. It’s one of the best action movies of all time.”

She laughed. “I should have known you’d like all that stuff blowing up.”

He chuckled. “I’m a guy. It’s in my DNA.”

She shook her head. Men. As long as a movie had special effects and things exploding, they didn’t need something as unimportant as a storyline getting in the way.

Taking another sip of wine, she leaned back in her chair. He did the same, stretching his legs out in front of him. Even though he was wearing pajama bottoms, she could still see the outline of his muscles. God, he had great legs. Unable to help herself, she slowly ran her bare foot up his leg, following the muscular curve of his calf underneath the material. As she did so, the complimentary hotel robe she had on parted slightly to reveal even more of her leg and she felt heat pool between her thighs as his predatory gaze slowly ran up and down her silky skin.

“Maybe we should go inside and finish our wine in front of the fireplace,” he suggested.

Her lips curved. “You must have read my mind.”

Picking up his glass, Dawson got to his feet and opened the sliding glass door for her. Kate stepped inside and walked across the room to sink down on the faux bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. Since it was a gas-burning one, all Dawson had to do was turn it on before joining her on the floor. He set his glass down, then leaned close to gently kiss her on the mouth.

Kate closed her eyes and parted her lips, her tongue meeting his halfway and tangling with it eagerly. He tasted like the wine they’d had with dinner, but was more potent and intoxicating than any drink could ever be, and she willingly surrendered to him, tilting her head back so that he could plunder her mouth more completely.

She ran her hands up his bare chest and over his shoulders, sighing in appreciation as the muscles flexed and bunched beneath her fingers. She absently wondered how many times a week he had to work out to look like he did. At least twice, maybe more, she surmised, letting out a little moan as she pictured his gorgeous body all slick with sweat after a hard workout.

But then all thought fled her mind as Dawson reached down to untie the sash on her robe. When it fell open, he pushed it off her shoulders and cupped her naked breast, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and giving it a firm little squeeze. Kate gasped as he dragged his mouth away from hers to kiss his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck.

She arched her back, offering her breasts to him. But instead of moving his mouth lower, he lifted his head to gaze down at her. His eyes were molten gold in the firelight and she caught her breath at the heat she saw in their depths. She’d never had a man look at her with such desire before. She was so mesmerized she didn’t even realize he’d moved his hands until she felt him slide the belt of her robe from the loops.

She stared at it in confusion. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer, but instead put her hands together and wrapped the sash around her wrists.

Kate’s eyes went wide as realization dawned on her. “Oh,” she murmured, watching in fascination as he looped the belt around her wrists again, then expertly tied a knot. That answered the question as to whether he was a boy scout or not. Then again, maybe not. She was pretty sure they didn’t teach Bondage 101 in the boy scouts. She stifled a little giggle at the thought.

Dawson lifted his head and gazed into her eyes for a moment before swooping down to cover her mouth with his again. This time, he wrapped his arm around her and urged her back onto the fur rug. When she was completely lying down, he took her bound wrists and gently placed them above her head, then leaned close and put his mouth to her ear.

“I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful body and while I do, you’re going to keep your hands right where they are,” he said softly. “Is that understood?”

She shivered at the command in his deep voice. “Yes,” she whispered.

He pressed his lips to the hollow behind her ear. “Good. Because if you don’t, then I’ll stop what I’m doing, even if I’m in the middle of licking your sweet pussy. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Kate moaned in reply, instinctively squeezing her thighs together and squirming beneath him. She’d never let a guy tie her up and have his way with her before, but the idea of playing the submissive and Dawson being completely and totally in charge turned her on like crazy.

Shifting above her, Dawson began to slowly trail a path of warm kisses down the curve of her arm. While she was careful to keep her arms where they were, Kate couldn’t help but wiggle against her bonds a little, just to see how secure they were. Although they weren’t tight, they weren’t loose enough for her to free her hands, either. That realization got her even more hot and bothered and she found herself almost wishing Dawson would forego his exploration of her body and just go straight for her pussy instead. As he paused to lick and nibble on the inside of her elbow, however, she had to admit that getting him there was going to be half the fun.

She giggled as his lips brushed the inside of her arm, unable to help herself.

He lifted his head to look at her. “Does that tickle?”

“A little,” she admitted.

“Really? Makes me wonder where else you’re ticklish.”

Giving her a wolfish grin, he lowered his head to continue kissing his way down her arm. Kate turned her head to the side, hoping he would stop to nibble her neck a little. He did, much to her delight.

Kate sighed and tilted her head back as he placed a series of light, little kisses along the curve her jaw. She parted her lips in anticipation, but instead of covering her mouth with his, Dawson teased her lips with featherlight kisses that made her tingle all over. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, wanting to grab a handful of hair and pull him down for a real kiss, but afraid if she disobeyed his command and moved, he would make good on his words and stop what he was doing altogether. She definitely didn’t want that.

So she forced herself to be good and stay where she was. Which really wasn’t all that difficult because despite her desire to grab him and kiss him, she rather liked his teasing. But she could only be patient for so long.

“Kiss me,” she begged as he lightly traced her lips with his again. “Please.”

He chuckled, capturing her lips and ravishing her mouth thoroughly and completely.

As she kissed him back, Kate once again had to fight the urge to hold him there. But she knew the penalty if she did, and so she lay there obediently when Dawson dragged his mouth away from hers a few moments later to slowly kiss his way down her neck so he could focus his attention on her breasts.

Cupping them gently in his hands, he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then bent his head to close his mouth over the other. Kate gasped as he suckled on the pebbled tip. Her nipples were always sensitive, but there was something about being tied up that made the sensation seem more intense and arousing. Maybe it was the feeling that Dawson could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be powerless to stop him. That was an illusion, of course. She knew Dawson would never do anything she didn’t want him to do. It was just part of the fantasy, and she definitely got off on it.

Dawson swirled his tongue round and round her nipple with a kind of methodical slowness that left Kate panting for breath. Although she thought she might actually go insane from such exquisite torture, that didn’t stop her from opening her mouth to protest when he lifted his head. Realizing it was only so he could do the same to the other nipple, she let out a little sigh of contentment instead. God, he had a talented mouth.

When Dawson released that nipple several long, delicious moments later, she thought he might go back and treat the first one to a repeat performance, but he slowly kissed his way down her stomach. Any complaint she might have had disappeared as soon as she figured out where he was heading. As much as she adored having her breasts touched, she loved having her pussy licked even more.

Rather than head straight there, though, Dawson stopped on the way to make teasing little circles around her bellybutton with his tongue before dipping it inside the little indentation. Kate caught her breath at the sensation. She’d never had a guy pay any attention to that part of her anatomy before and she was surprised at how sexy it was. In fact, she liked it so much she almost protested when he stopped and moved lower. Between her legs, her pussy tingled in anticipation and she quickly forgot about her bellybutton.

Instead of licking her pussy right away like she thought he would, however, he kissed his way down her leg. Damn, he was good at this teasing stuff. His hair tickled her skin, making her shiver, and she wiggled a little on the fur rug as much from that as from frustration. While what he was doing was extremely pleasurable, it was also complete torture, and she had to stifle a moan.

When Dawson got to her feet, he leaned back on his heels and gazed down at her. “You look sexy as hell, do you know that?”

Although she knew it was silly to feel shy at the words, especially after all the sex they’d had, Kate felt herself blush anyway. Maybe it was the blatant desire in his eyes that made her face suffuse with color. Or maybe it was the fact that she was submissively lying there with her hands bound, completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The image of what she must look like naked on the fur rug in front of the fireplace suddenly made her tremble.

But while being naked and on display for Dawson was a total turn-on, Kate was impatient for him to hurry up and go down on her. She was about to tell him as much when he bent and slowly began kissing his way up her other leg. She stifled a groaned. He was determined to tease her until she went completely mad, wasn’t he? By the time he reached her inner thigh, she was sure she was going to scream in frustration if he didn’t put his mouth where she so urgently needed it.

“Stop teasing me and lick my pussy,” she demanded.

Dawson lifted his head to look at her, his eyes teasing. “You do like to be in charge, don’t you? Maybe I should remember to gag you the next time I tie you up.”

Kate flushed, torn between the way her pulse was racing at the idea of being not only bound for his pleasure but gagged as well, and the notion he was already planning on tying her up again.

Bending his head, Dawson pressed one more gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, then cupped her ass in his hands and ran his tongue up the slick folds of her pussy. Kate moaned and strained at the fabric holding her captive. The urge to grab his head and put his tongue exactly where she wanted it was almost too much to take. And yet knowing she couldn’t made what he was doing even that much better.

Dawson must have sensed her need because a moment later she felt his tongue on her clit. He flicked the sensitive nub with quick, light caresses before making lazy, little circles round and around it.

“God, you taste so good,” he rasped, swiping her pussy with his tongue before focusing his attention on her clit again.

Kate arched against him with a moan, balling her hands into fists above her head. “Oh yeah, just like that,” she breathed. “Don’t stop!”

He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and began to lick more deliberately, his tongue firm and insistent on her clit. The sensation was so intense that Kate wanted to scream, but her cries were trapped in her throat as she felt her orgasm beginning to build. He had teased her for so long that she was about to explode already. The sensation started right at her clit, then gradually spread through her entire body until she was trembling all over.

She writhed beneath him, moving her head from side to side and struggling at the bonds that held her prisoner as she screamed in ecstasy as he continued to lap at her clit. Then all at once, the pleasure got to be too much and now more than before, she wanted her hands free so that she could pull Dawson ’s mouth away. But held captive by his command not to move, she was powerless to do anything except ride out the waves of her climax as one orgasm after another coursed through her body.

Dawson didn’t stop licking her until he had wrung every ounce of pleasure from her and when he was done, all Kate could do was lie there and try to catch her breath. She wasn’t sure he could top the cunnilingus he’d given her that morning, but the pussy licking he’d just given her had to be the best oral sex she’d ever had in her life. He may well have ruined her for any other man she was ever going to be with.

Pressing his lips to her inner thigh, Dawson sat back on his heels with a lazy grin and held out his hand. Kate placed her bound hands in his and let him pull her into a sitting position, moaning with pleasure as he covered her mouth with his in a possessive kiss.

When he pulled away a few moments later to untie her hands, she let out a little sigh of longing as she watched the ends of the belt slip from her wrists.

“You didn’t have to untie me so soon, you know,” she said softly. “I liked being your captive.”

He lifted a brow, his eyes glinting in the firelight as he regarded her. “Is that so?”

She nodded.

His mouth curved into a slow smile. “Then maybe I should tie you up again.”

She returned his smile with a sexy one of her own. “Maybe you should.”

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” he ordered softly.

Pulse racing, Kate got to her knees and turned away from him, obediently putting her hands behind her back and crossing them at the wrists. A moment later, she felt Dawson wrap the belt around her wrists and pull it snug, then tie it in a knot. When he was done, he came around to stand in front of her.

Kate looked up at him, waiting breathlessly for him to say something, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he just held her gaze with his and shoved down his pajama bottoms until he was standing before her gloriously naked, his cock hard, the head glistening with precum. In the glow of the flames, he looked like some conquering warrior about to ravish his captive slave. She’d thought lying on the rug with her hands tied above her head had been hot, but it paled in comparison to being on her knees in front of him with her hands bound behind her back.

Holding on to the base of his shaft with one hand, Dawson slid the other in her long hair and gently tilted her head back so that he could rub the head of his cock against her parted lips. That little taste wasn’t nearly enough and she opened her mouth wider, silently begging him to let her have more. But he just continued to run the tip of his shaft back and forth over her lips, teasing her as effectively as he had when she was lying on the rug and he’d been exploring her body with his mouth.

To her relief, Dawson took pity on her and allowed her to wrap her lips around the head of his cock. She eagerly tried to take more of him in her mouth, but his hand tightened in her hair, keeping her where she was. Deciding two could play at this game, she swirled her tongue over the tip, then glided it up and down the sensitive skin on the underside of his shaft. He only let her tease him like that for a few moments, however, before finally giving in and letting her take more of him in her mouth.

Kate moaned in appreciation, sucking on him greedily as he guided her head up and down on his hard length. She was used to controlling the pace when she gave a guy a blowjob, but she couldn’t do that with her hands tied behind her back, which was a huge turn-on. She had no idea she’d like being so submissive.

Each time he fucked her mouth, he went a little farther until he was deep in her throat. When she felt the head of his cock slide down the back of her throat, she swallowed, taking him even deeper. Above her Dawson groaned.

Sliding his cock out of her mouth, he stood gazing down at her, his eyes smoldering and hungry.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked hoarsely.

She studied his glistening shaft for a moment before giving him a sultry smile. “I can guess.”

Kate waited for him to slide his cock in her mouth again so she could make him come, but he surprised her by wrapping his hands around her arms and gently pulling her to her feet. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but the words were muffled as his came down possessively on hers. His erection was hot and hard where it pressed against her tummy and she moaned into his mouth as her pussy throbbed between her legs. She needed him inside her. Now!

Dawson must have felt the same sense of urgency because a moment later, he dragged his mouth away from hers. She barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around and gently pushed her face down on the bed. Kate’s breath hitched. She’d had sex doggy-style before, but she had a feeling the position was going to be even hotter with her hands tied behind her back.

“Spread your legs for me,” Dawson commanded softly.

Kate obeyed, going up on tiptoe as she did so. Behind her, Dawson grasped her hips in his hands and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. She waited breathlessly for him to enter her, but instead he ran the head up and down her wetness.

She moaned, though whether in pleasure or protest, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was a little of both. While she loved what he was doing, she desperately needed to have that big, thick cock of his inside her. When he finally did stop teasing her and slid into her pussy, she cried out in relief.

Dawson didn’t thrust right away, but stood unmoving, his cock nestled deep. She could feel him pulsing inside her, like a beast waiting to be unleashed, and she gasped when he slowly began to pump in and out.

Wanting him to move faster, Kate tried to rock back against him, but with her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t get enough leverage and so she was forced to let him control the pace. The reminder that he was in charge and she was his willing submissive was enough to drive her completely wild, and she moaned into the bedding as he moved inside her.

Kate wasn’t sure how it could get any better, but then Dawson lifted his hand and gave her a hard smack on the ass that made her gasp. She tensed, waiting for him to spank her again, and when he didn’t, she lifted her head to give him a pout over her shoulder.

“You didn’t have to stop,” she said.

His mouth quirked. “So, you liked being tied up and spanked, huh? You’re more of a bad girl than I thought.”

Despite all the kinky stuff they’re already done that night, Kate still blushed, and she quickly turned back around before Dawson could see the color suffusing her face. As his hand came down on first one ass cheek, then the other as he continued his slow thrusts, she forgot all about being shy, however, and gave herself over to the pleasurable sensations.

“Harder,” she begged.

“Spank you harder?” he asked, is voice deep and husky. “Or fuck you harder?”

“Both,” she moaned.

Dawson did as she asked, pumping his cock into her forcefully each time his hand connected with her already stinging ass.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Dawson definitely didn’t stop. He kept spanking her and fucking her harder and harder until she thought they might actually move the bed across the floor. Damn, she’d never been fucked this good in her life.

All at once, Dawson stopped spanking her to grip her hips in both hands. Kate was too close to orgasm to complain, though, especially since he started thrusting into her even harder. That was enough to send her into orbit and she cried out in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Being tied up like she was made her orgasm seem even stronger. Behind her, she heard Dawson let out a hoarse groan and knew he was coming with her.

Kate could have stayed bent over the bed with Dawson inside her all night long, which was why she let out a little sound of protest when he finally pulled out of her. A moment later, she felt him untie her hands and gently pull her to her feet. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her long and hard on the mouth.

When he lifted his head to gaze down at her, his eyes were twinkling. “Was that good?”

She smiled up at him. “Babe, we left good behind a long time ago. That was on a whole ‘nother level of pleasure that Webster’s would have a hard time describing.”

He chuckled. “Let’s see if we can do even better this time.”

Without another word, he swung her up in his arms and set her down on the bed, then joined her.