Play With Me (4 page)

The low hum of attraction she’d felt since the moment she’d heard Wyatt’s voice flared into full-blown arousal. Her nipples tightened beneath her practical dress, her thighs trembling. 

No. This was a monumentally stupid idea. Not only did they have this new
thing
with her brother lying between them, it was never a good idea to have a one-night stand with an old flame. She didn’t know who he was anymore. He could have grown up into a sadistic monster. The games she played required a certain amount of trust. Could a person change from a sensitive, attentive lover to a monster in a decade? Possibly. Was it likely? Probably not. 

Still. Stupid idea. 

It was like he could sense her hesitation, knew that she needed just a little push. “I wouldn’t fuck you in exchange for your brother’s freedom. But I’d fuck you in exchange for a night of really hot sex.”

The words lay between them. She should pull away. She should leave. 

“Am I your memorable former lover, Wyatt?” Her voice was tremulous, but it was an act, the uncertain tone belying the coy demand hidden in the words. It had always been an act with Wyatt, but one that was conversely more honest than anything she’d ever had with anyone else. 

They were still so close, their lips inches away. His gaze dipped to her mouth. “You know very well what you are.” 

“You must have stunning women throwing themselves at you all the time.”

“I do.” 

She couldn’t even take offense with his cavalier acknowledgment of his own charms. “I’m probably nothing compared to them.”

“You don’t need me to tell you how stunning you still are. And I know exactly what you can do with that body.” The flick of his gaze felt like the touch of fire. “To answer the question you’ve been wondering since you decided to come here: Yes. I’ve gotten even better at sex, Tatiana. Have you?”

She totally had. But she didn’t want to boast. Eh. Fuck it. “I'm sure your conquests outnumber mine, but I've had my fair share since you.” 

“Were they as good as me, though?”

What a male thing to ask. “Some were.” 

“Did they play well with your fantasies, Tatiana? The way I did?”

“Some did.” 

His eyes darkened further, and she was experienced enough to label the emotion gripping him now as lust with a heavy dose of jealousy. It was silly to be thrilled over that jealousy. He had no rights over her. Hadn’t had any rights in a long time. “Did kissing them feel like you were getting burned alive?”

This was stupid. But… “It’s been so long. I barely remember what kissing you felt like,” she bluffed.

His lips were easing over hers almost before she finished speaking, brushing lightly, sending small tingles through her nerve endings. There was a spark. 

And, then, without warning, he fanned that spark into a fire. 

One arm went around her waist and he yanked her close, kissing her so brutally she swore her panties spontaneously combusted. 

It was the kiss of a marauder and a pirate, taking everything she had to give and more. His tongue swept into her mouth, stroking, thrusting, mimicking sex. He allowed her a brief second of air before he kissed her again, this time growling over her easy surrender. 

He slid one hand in her hair, holding her still for the violent kiss, while his other hand swept down her back to her bottom. His fingers clenched on her flesh, and she cried out in his mouth. Christ, but he tasted good. When he picked her up so her mound cradled his hard erection, she did whimper. He lifted his head. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes unfocused. “Well. Do you remember now?”

She tried to hide her smirk and licked her swollen lips. “Kind of.”

He lowered his head for another kiss. A spurt of sanity had her turning her head. “Wyatt.” 

As if a weak evasive maneuver like that could stop Wyatt. He pressed a hot kiss against her neck. “Yeah?” 

“We shouldn’t.” It would help her case if her voice wasn’t so damn tremulous.

It was all his fault.  Clearly Wyatt could still make her drop her social façade and tap into the wild creature inside of her. Maybe because he had helped develop it all those years ago. 

He licked up to her ear and caught the lobe between his teeth, biting down gently. “You smell so good. You taste even better.” 

“Wyatt, wait. We need to talk.”

He scraped his teeth along her earlobe. “Talk.” 

“This situation with my brother’s between us.  It complicates things.” 

“I told you. I don’t want to talk about your idiot brother anymore.” 

“He’s not an id— Oh fine. He did something pretty idiotic.” She cast about for another excuse, but it was hard when he was… Dear God, his mouth. “We have a history. This would be stupid.” 

“This?”

“You know where this is leading.” 

He pulled away. His eyes were glazed with lust, underscored by something that looked an awful lot like…resignation? “Of course. I knew from the moment I heard your name.”

Skeptical, she cocked her head. “Before you even saw me? How’d you know I didn’t gain three hundred pounds and a hunchback over the last decade?”

His lips twisted. “I met you when you were chubby and had frizzy hair and acne.”

A gasp escaped her lips. So she’d had a bit of an awkward phase. Bringing it up now was hardly gentlemanly. “Shut up, Caine.” 

“My point is, I wanted you then. I still want you now. When I walked away from you all those years ago, I knew that wanting would never stop.” He tucked a strand of hair—sleek, not-frizzy hair, thank you very much—behind her ear. “Prettiness helps, Tatiana, but you and me? It’s always been
more.
We’re like a moth and a flame.” 

“Who’s the moth?” 

“Who cares?” 

Really, when it felt so good to be on fire, who did care? 

He leaned forward and delicately licked her neck, little flicks, as if he were sampling her. “It’s pointless to resist this. Give in. I did.”

“We’re adults. Not impulsive kids ruled by our hormones.”

“Then let’s do some adult things.”

“I could have a husband. Or a boyfriend.”

“No. Or you wouldn’t be here.” 

“No.” Despite herself, she tilted her head back to give him access to the hollow of her throat.  “You?” 

“Not a single boyfriend,” he said, dry as ever. “And no female either.”

She was a little too relieved over that. “Just because we’re both single—”

“Tatiana.” He grasped her shoulders and held her back from him. “Tell me. Tell me you don’t want me. I’ll let you go. Stop kissing you. Stop licking you. Stop thinking of sucking your nipples or sinking my tongue in your pussy. Stop wondering if you still like having your hair jerked hard when you’re sucking cock. Stop imagining how you’ll look when you’re getting pounded by my dick. All you have to do is tell me.” 

Her chest rose and fell, pragmatic thought blown out of her mind. Yes, please. All those things sounded perfect. A smorgasbord of lust and pleasure. 

He kissed her, a quick, hard claiming. “Or, tell me you want this. And I’ll make it the best night of your life.”  

Hmph, male ego. Natural competitiveness rose, and she found her voice. Her hoarse, excited voice. “You don’t think it would be the best of
your
life?” 

“We could find out.” His lips captured hers again, kissing her until her lips felt bruised and sensitive. He drew away to whisper, “One night. No brother. No past. No coercion, unless you want to play at it.”

There was no way this would end well. “And we’ll be no different from old flames who hook up at their high school reunions? In the morning, we’d go back to our own lives?”
Dear Tatiana, when your brain says something is a stupid idea, maybe, I don’t know,
listen
to it.

There was a pause. “Certainly.” 

Her body trembled as her good common sense did battle with her bad erogenous zones. What he was proposing was mad. 

And she liked it. 

Oh, for crying out loud. Her impulsive nature revved the engine.
Wheeeee.
What was life, anyway, without a few mistakes? 

She licked her lips, loving the way his eyes immediately jumped there and darkened. “I wouldn't be averse to us pretending that you're coercing me. A little.”

If he hadn’t been holding her, she wouldn’t have felt the shudder roll through him. That familiar sexual power rose inside her. 

He smiled. It was the first real smile he’d given her, fond and amused. “You did have a thing about being handled rough.”

She lifted her shoulder in a delicate shrug. “My liking for it has grown over the years.” Some boyfriends had found it exciting, others abhorrent. She'd learned to judge who would respond to her tastes. 

“What a coincidence. So has mine. Yes, then?”

“Yes.” 

He tightened his grip on her. “Safe word.” 

She responded to the urgency in his touch and voice. “Peanut.” 

“Too close to penis. I might think you’re begging for more.” 

She bit the inside of her cheek, though safe words were no laughing matter. “Candle.” 

He nodded. A shutter descended over his face, and when he next spoke, his voice was cold. 

The curtain had lifted. The act had started, in earnest.

Chapter Three

“Maybe you’re right, Tatiana. Maybe we shouldn’t do this. After all, that kiss was nice, but I can’t imagine we’ll be kissing all night, will we?”

She shook her head mutely, stopping when his large hand sank into her hair. She was never so grateful that she’d left it loose and unbound. The tug on her scalp made her eyes want to cross in pleasure.

“I think you need to give me a sample of what you’re offering, honey.” The slight pressure on her head made his desire clear. Her mouth watered, her attention darting down to where his cock was hard and prominent beneath his expensive clothes. 

Still, she resisted. That was her favorite game, after all. “I don’t know if we should. In the office. In the middle of the day.” 

“For the rest of the day and night I own you, Tatiana. If I want you to suck me off in front of an audience of twenty, you’ll do it. Otherwise, you can leave right now.” 

She bit her lip and lowered her gaze, hoping to hide the hot lust detonating inside of her. “I don’t want to leave.” 

“Then show me. On your knees.” 

She sank to her knees, loving the feel of the Berber carpeting beneath them. Loving the way his eyes followed her. Loving how his pants tented even more. Loving the supplication. She reached for the buckle of his belt, fumbling more than she needed to if only to raise the anticipation and excitement between them. Playing into the fantasy of the young ingénue and the ruthless pirate. She unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, and his cock leapt out to greet her.

Nothing had changed here. His cock was still as long and hard as she remembered, her hands too small to grasp as much as she’d like. She stroked down to the base, loving the decadence of soft skin stretched taut over tensile strength. His hand tightened on her hair when she slid her palm over the head of his cock, moistening her hand.   

She resisted the steady pressure on the back of her head. Not because she didn't want her mouth on him, but because her character shouldn't. 

“Stop playing,” he growled. 

“Am I playing?” She cast a glance upwards from beneath her lashes, her hand smoothing below his shaft to cradle his balls in her palm. She rolled them slightly, and he jumped, the muscles in his thighs tensing. 

“Enough. Suck me.”

Her pussy clenched so hard, she almost came right then and there. “But…I've never done that before,” she said, in as breathless a tone as she could muster. 

Lies. And he knew it, since he had been her tutor in oral sex. They'd spent many a heated afternoon in her bedroom, in his car, with his hand on her head and his body captive to her mouth.

His lips quirked upward. “Then you'll learn.” The pressure on her head became a notch more insistent. 

She gave in to the silent command, leaning forward to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. Oh. Oh my. He didn’t taste as good as she remembered. He tasted better, all manly and hot. 

“Swallow me.”

Poor man. If only she could. But where would be the fun in giving it all up right away? Deliberately awkward, she gave a few shallow bobs, letting her tongue glance over the sensitive underside of his shaft.

He growled in warning. “Tatiana.” 

She gave him a delicate lick, rubbing her tongue along the slit of his penis. He jumped and swore.  

Tatiana drew away and nuzzled her cheek along the wet tip. “Yes?” 

Wyatt’s hand clenched on her head. “More. I want my entire dick wet with your saliva.” 

“Is that what you want?”

He wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, stroked all the way up to that luscious fat tip and slicked it back down. “It’s what you want, too.” 

Truth. 

His hand pumped that thick shaft twice more, long, slow pulls, teasing her as much as she’d teased him. “Or I could come like this,” he said, taunting her. “You can sit there. Watch me. Take it on your pretty face. I don’t need you to suck me.” 

Oh, didn’t he? She moved forward, pulling up short when his fingers tangled in her hair.

“Change your mind?” Wyatt dragged his cock across her cheek, leaving a trail of his precome. 

“Wyatt.” The twinge of irritation she was feeling must have made itself apparent, because he chuckled and pressed his erection to her lips. 

He wasn’t laughing when she inhaled his cock until it just breached her throat. Since she knew he loved feeling like he was more than she could handle, she allowed herself to gag. She retreated, only to have him sink both hands in her hair. He held her head steady, his thumbs resting in the hollows of her cheeks. “Look at you. I never could forget how much you love this,” he murmured, breaking out of his ruthless character. “Your eyes get so big when I thrust deep.”

He put the words to action and groaned. She tried to swallow, breathe around the obstruction blocking her throat, though it was difficult. He withdrew and thrust again, shallower this time. She attempted to bring some suction into play in an effort to gain power, force him to lose control, but he figured out her game. A low growl sounded in his chest.