Friction(54)

I moan, clawing at his back, arching against him, and he grants me a slow, satisfied smirk. Reaching his hand behind him, he carefully unhooks my ankles and moves my legs over his shoulder. When he kisses the inside of my thigh, I feel my sex spasm around him.

He finally explodes a moment later, releasing a guttural sound that overpowers my own.



I don’t intend to fall asleep with him, but somehow I do, and when I awaken to the sensation of something cold and hard against my thigh, I automatically launch into panic mode when I find that my hands are above my head and firmly rooted to the bed.

He’s cuffed me to the bed.

Jesus H. Christ.

I struggle against the binds, arching my back as I try to lift my head from the pillows. “What are you doing?” I whisper breathlessly, taking in the sight of his taut, muscular body wedged between my legs. He smiles wickedly, moving his hand slightly, moving the toy he used to wake me up along the folds of my sex. Sucking in a breath, I buck my hips as he circles the cold metal over my clit. “Jace…”

“Relax.” He keeps his gaze firmly on mine and kisses the inside of each of my thighs. I start to tighten my legs, but he stills me, splaying a large hand on my left knee. He spreads it as wide as possible, and I gasp.

I’ve never been this exposed before. I’ve never been cuffed to a bed or looked at in such bright lighting, and I’ve certainly never had a lover touch me like this with a … toy.

Jace has accomplished all four and only in a matter of hours. I feel some of my anxiety lift away as he skims the chrome past my folds. He nudges it around the opening of my sex before he wiggles the tip in. I moan, and my body arches.

“Relax,” he soothes again, pumping his hand back and forth against my pussy, the inside of his wrist meeting my clit in a staccato rhythm. “I just want to watch you come.”

“You have watched me come,” I say through clenched teeth, prompting him to go faster.

“Not like this, I haven’t.”

“I can’t—” I start, releasing a sound that burns the back of my throat when he twists and wiggles the chrome at the same time, hitting just the right spot. “Holy fuck.”

"That’s a good girl,” Jace croons. He skims my inner thigh with his teeth, kissing and sucking until my legs are trembling around his tattooed form. While his hand continues to work its brilliance on my body, he captures my gaze with his. “Do you like this?” he demands. “Do you like what I’m doing to your sweet, tight cunt, Lucy?”

“Yes!” I scream. “Oh god, yes!”

As I come, my moans and cries echoing off the walls along with the sound of the restraints clanging against the headboard, he draws himself up my body. He unhooks the cuffs while my orgasm dies away, and when I start to drape my trembling arms over his shoulder, he shakes his head.

“Oh no, it’s my turn.” He gives my hip a loud smack that drags a gasp from my lips. “Over on your stomach, love, with your hands around the railing.”

“Again?” I pant, and he grins like the devil.

“Until the sun comes up.”





Twenty





Jace





“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I demand groggily, unable to take my eyes off Lucy when she swings her long legs over the side of the mattress and starts to scoot off the edge of the bed.

“Home.” There’s a satisfied smile in her voice as she bends over, reaching around on the floor for something. She yawns. “I’ve got to find my phone, and then I’ve got to go home so I can shower and come back to work.”

“That’s ridiculous. I’m your boss, and I’d much rather you play catch up here in bed with me.” She shoots a sexy look over her shoulder, her black hair flying everywhere, and my throat tightens. Christ, why does she have to be so damn enticing? “Get back in bed, Lucy. I’ve got something important to show you.”

“That’s what you told me last night and then when you talked me into that thing I did—”

“You sucked my dick in my office, love. I promise you can say that aloud and nobody will judge you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip just before she ducks her head again. When she comes up from the side of the bed, she’s holding her phone. “Regardless of what you want to call it, you told me both times that you had something important to show me.”

I take her hand in mine, grinding her palm to my cock until her hazel eyes darken and her lips part. “That is important. And if you come back to bed, I’ll show you why.”

Although I swore up, down, and motherfucking sideways I wouldn’t touch her more than once, this is the third time I’ve experienced the wonder that’s her sweet cunt since our first night together less than a week ago. Lucy’s hard to resist and even harder to deny, and I can’t keep my hands off her body. This time, all it had taken was for her to prance into my office and murmur the words “cock ring” for me to come undone yesterday evening.

She’d been referring to a shipment of toys that’s headed out to Amsterdam at the end of the month, but I couldn’t stop myself from introducing her to our newest product. My dick goes rigid just thinking about the way she looked and felt beneath me, her ass jiggling as I pumped into her, her cheeks flushed as she glanced over her shoulder. She had repeatedly panted that she’d never been with anyone wearing a cock ring, that she’d never been fucked for so long before. I had wrapped her hair around my fingers and tugged her head back until my lip brushed the damp strands of hair clinging to her ear.