Naughty Nights: A Bad Boy Romance (7 page)

“Shit,” Luke said, but I got the impression his frustration was more with me for stopping rather than the thought of Barbara catching us.
 

I pushed again, and he rolled to the side. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want your creepy manager seeing me naked.”

He slumped in defeat. “Don’t see how that’s a problem. You look great naked.”
 

I laughed at the sullen tone at which he’d delivered this compliment. “Okay, then, I don’t want her seeing
you
naked.”
 

 
I hopped off the bed and threw on my robe. I looked out the peephole and saw Barbara in full barracuda mode. Jeesh, she did have her keys out. I called through the door. “Yes?”

She froze, and then said she had some over-the-counter medicine for me. I politely declined, reiterating that I wanted to be left alone. She looked irritated that I didn’t open the door, but she probably knew she couldn’t insist.
 

I waited until she left, and then I backed away from the door. Strong arms grabbed me from behind, and I swallowed a shriek. The TV was still on, but I knew that another guest calling to complain about noise would mean the game was up.
 

Luke lifted me off the ground which couldn’t have been easy while I was struggling in his grasp. Damn, he was strong. He carried me past the kitchenette. He growled in my ear. “What do I have to do to keep you in bed—tie you to it?”
 

I froze as that erotic idea took hold and whipped my hormones into a frenzy. He laughed, clearly amused at my reaction. “Never would have figured you for that type.” He set me down on the floor by the bed, spun me, and somehow removed my robe in the process.
 

He lowered me onto the bed on my back, hovering over me, and spoke again. “
I’m
that type, though.” His voice was soft and rumbly and did delicious things to nerve endings all over my body. “Wanna give it a try?” It was then I noticed that he was still holding the belt from my robe.
 

I stared at the slinky maroon belt, feeling torn. I did want to try … or at least part of me did. It was something I’d only explored in my deepest, most private fantasies. But I was already lying on the bed, naked, fully exposed to a handsome man. That was embarrassing in its own right, so I definitely didn’t feel brave enough to admit to wanting to try being tied up.
 

Luke seemed to sense my hesitation, my conflicting desires. He sat down next to me, and didn’t comment when I shifted onto my side, making me feel a little less exposed. He ran his hand down my side, to my hip, and back up again.
 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
 

“I know.”

His hand kept stroking me, and a small whimper escaped my lips.
 

“Here’s the thing, though,” he said. “I think you do want this.”
 

I didn’t say anything, continuing to all but purr under his petting.
 

“Darcy?”
 

“It’s just … it’s our first time.”
 

He grinned at that. “And first times should be boring and by-the-book, right?”
 

“No. I just mean—” but I wasn’t sure I could articulate what I meant.
 

“What if I told you that I didn’t know how to have boring sex?”
 

He was easier to deal with when he was being arrogant instead of quietly intense. “Yeah, right. If I could just get the number of the first girl you slept with in high school, I’d like to confirm that.”
 

He laughed. “Hey, that was the most exciting forty-five seconds of her life.” His fingers inched down my body and teased the underside of one of my breasts, weighing it in his hand. “Trust me when I say I’ve had no complaints since.”
 

“You're really that good?” I was relaxing enough to tease him back.
 

“I can prove it if you want me to.”
 

Hmmm, maybe this was the way to get what I wanted without having to directly ask for it. “Maybe you
should
prove it. I’m from the ‘Show Me State,’ after all.”

He laughed again and tweaked my nipple. “That’s Missouri. You’re from Ohio.”
 

Damn that stupid high school that introduced him to his first girlfriend and taught him geography. I squirmed as his fingers teased my nipple, alternating between rubbing and tugging on the stiff peak. He leaned over and replaced his fingers with his mouth.
 

Now one nipple was caught between his lips and the other in his hand. I was definitely squirming on the bed. He sucked, hard, and I moaned deep in my throat. But then he stopped. “Tell me you want me to show you the best night—I mean, Saturday morning—of your life.”
 

I arched into his touch. I sank the fingers of one hand into his hair and stared into his eyes. The sexy twinkle there made me want to tease him. I licked my lips and said, “I’ll never admit that.”
 

In an instant, his hands were at my sides, tickling me without mercy. I shrieked with laughter. “Shhh,” he said, though he was laughing, too. “You can’t get too loud or I’ll have to gag you with your panties.”
 

Though I didn’t want him to do that, the thought definitely turned me on. I clamped my lips shut, but giggles still leaked through as he kept tickling me. He climbed on top of me, and for a moment it was a full-on wrestling match. I railed out with my arms, my legs, but he matched me move for move. He was so strong. The weight of his body pinning me down was so erotic.
 

After a few minutes of delicious squirming and writhing under him, he ended up with one knee pressed between my legs, holding them open. My wrists were pinned above my head with his left hand. He snatched up the silky sash with his free hand and trailed it across my chest. Somehow it tickled even more than his hands had.
 

I wiggled and ground myself against his knee between my legs. “Cut it out,” I said with very little conviction.
 

His face was smug. He had me trapped, and he knew it. “I can do this all day, babe,” he said draping the smooth fabric down my side and then to my waist. “But if you have a better use for this belt, you let me know, okay?”
 

He tilted his head down and bit at my bottom lip while he continued to move the silk sash all over me. I squirmed under the maddeningly light caress. He was such a tease. I didn’t want this light touching, I wanted more. I had to have it.
 

“Please, Luke.” Anything to stop that erotic torment.
 

“Please what? Did you come up with a different way for me to use this?” He held the belt up for a moment, and then let the end touch my abs and trail down toward my pelvis. God, it tickled. And it made the ache between my legs grow. I wanted him so much.
 

“Please …”
 

“Tell me,” he demanded.
 

“Please tie me up.”
 

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he said, kissing me briefly. He quickly bound my wrists together and then tied them to the post on the far right of the headboard. I tugged at the bonds. The belt was pulled tight around my wrists, but I thought I could probably twist out of it if I tried long enough. That was somehow reassuring even though I was far more excited than worried about what Luke was going to do next.
 

He grasped my hips and lifted, positioning me diagonally across the bed. I loved the way he could manhandle me, lifting and moving me as if I were weightless. With my arms stretched out above my head, I felt exposed but incredibly turned on.
 

Luke straddled my waist, again supporting most of his weight with his legs. His stiff cock pointed toward my breasts. I couldn’t help staring at the swollen purple head. “Nice to see that I’ve got your attention,” Luke observed.
 

He winked when I sheepishly met his eyes. “I know you’re going to enjoy this, but if you want me to stop, or untie you, just say so. Any questions?”
 

“Yes,” I said, a sudden surge of wickedness bubbling up inside me. “When are you going to shut up and put that inside me?”
 

“Hmm. That’s an awfully bratty attitude for a woman tied to the bed.”
 

He had a point there. He was studying me so diligently, I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. “So many different places to start …” he said.
 

I tried to thrust my hips up under him, but he was too heavy for that. It was frustrating. Here I’d finally decided that yes, I wanted to do this with him, and he was making me wait. It was maddening, but it also made me hot as hell. I’ve never been at someone’s mercy in bed before. It was a complete turn on. He’d given me two incredible orgasms, and I was eager for a third.
 

Luke laughed as he felt me writhe under him. “This is hot. A naked woman straining for my cock.” This, of course, made me blush more, which had probably been his goal.
 

He moved upright, lifting his ass off me. “How badly do you want it?” he asked. He crawled forward until he was straddling my chest. The swollen tip of his cock bobbed right in front of me. I reached out with my tongue, but it danced away. I lifted my head, got in a lick or two, but it was a moving target.
 

Staring down at me, Luke laughed silently at my attempts to take him into my mouth. It made me even more determined to catch it and wipe that smile off his face. I bet once I got the tip in my mouth, he wouldn’t want to take it out.
 

I was right. I finally captured the head of his cock between my lips, and I immediately went to work, swirling my tongue around, creating gentle suction, and massaging it with the inside of my lips.
 

Luke moaned and closed his eyes. He fed me more of his cock, and I made my tongue flat as he moved farther into my mouth. I sucked and bobbed my head as much as I could, twisting every few strokes. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said, and his voice was unsteady. It was good to know I’d done that to him.
 

Soon his cock grew even bigger, bumping up against the roof of my mouth. He leaned forward, but when I started to gag, he pulled back. He had a condom in his fingers—he must have set it on the nightstand when he’d been getting the lotion. He scooted back and positioned himself between my legs. He fisted himself several times and then rolled the condom on.
 

“You ready for this?”
 

“Yes,” I said. Not that he couldn’t see that for himself with my squirming and the wetness between my legs.
 

He frowned. “That wasn’t very enthusiastic.” He spread his thighs farther apart which had the effect of opening my legs wider. He stared down at me and stroked his cock. “Maybe I should come on your stomach. I could come just from watching you like this.”
 

“No! I mean, please don’t. Please, Luke.”
 

“That’s a little better,” he said, his eyes still on my center.
 

It was pretty damn humiliating, but I wanted him so badly. “Please Luke, I need you inside me. I want you to stretch me, fill me up. Please.”
 

Now he looked at my face. “That’s my girl.” He wasn’t smiling now. He looked just as turned on as I was. I liked it when he took charge, but I also liked knowing that I turned him on as well.
 

He positioned himself at my opening, teased the head around, and then plunged inside of me. After nearly twenty-four hours of building up to this point, it felt amazing. I cried out and then caught myself, trying to keep my voice down. But let’s face it, if the Barracuda was on the other side of the door, we were dead anyway. And at the moment, I didn’t care.
 

Luke pulled back and then thrust into me again. It felt so good to be filled, to be stretched after such a long time. And having my arms bound made it more intense. I didn’t want to get away, but knowing that I couldn’t added an extra layer of spice.
 

His eyes were glued to my chest as he took me. My breasts jiggled with every thrust, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. If the erotic charge he got out of watching me bounce was inspiring him to new heights, I wasn’t going to complain.
 

I gasped as the sensations spread into all parts of my body. He thrust all the way in me and held himself there, making me squirm and feel the fullness. Then he withdrew, leaving just the tip in. Grabbing my thigh, he lifted my leg up to rest on his shoulder. When he pushed into me again, it was at a slightly different angle and even deeper. I hadn’t thought that was possible.
 

He teased me with a series of fast shallow strokes. I moaned incoherently, arching my back, my wrists tugging at the bond. He pulled back again, and this time his finger found my hard clit. He circled it once, twice, three times, and then plunged all the way into me, making me cry out again.
 

It was almost too much, his hard cock pounding deep inside me, his finger working its magic on my clit. My breath was coming out in short gasps, and his was, too. “Don’t stop,” I moaned. He looked like he had no intention of doing that.
 

The pressure built inside me. He looked close, too.
 

“Come for me, Darcy.” His voice was guttural and thick. I nodded frantically, unable to say anything. He pounded me into the bed, never letting up on my clit. My muscles tightened. I was so close.
 

His other hand reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezing, kneading. The combination of that roughness and the thorough pounding pushed me over the edge. I screamed and arched my back as the electrifying sensations hit. Seconds later, his cock shuddered inside me.
 

My body jerked this way and that, and one wrist slipped out of the silky sash holding me to the bed. Luke collapsed on top of me, his finger finally stilling on my clit. I grasped the back of his head, holding him close as we both drew in labored breaths.