Killian (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 3) (11 page)

“Uh-uh. Tonight, you get naked first, and I get to watch.”

She was much bolder, causing him to wonder what prompted the change. Maybe, like him, she was trying to cram as much into this week as she could. They’d agreed, right? A week of fun. What if he introduced her to his kind of fun? Would she throw him out the door? Would the week end too soon? But just thinking about what he wanted to do with her made his balls ache.

“You mean like a strip tease?”

She put a finger to her chin and tilted her head, giving him another of her minx looks. “Ooh, that would be wonderful. I’ve never been to a strip club.”

“This is a private showing.” God, the woman was turning out to be full of surprises. Her bold attitude was doing bad things to his self-control, even as he began to unbutton his shirt. “A performance for one.”

Her eyes flashed with hunger at his words. “Then let’s get it on.”

He had no idea where this bold Lexie had come from. Not that she’d held anything back the other night, but this woman? Hot damn. She was making him more conflicted than ever.

But not enough to call a halt to things, selfish bastard that he was.

He finished unbuttoning his shirt, slipped it off, and tossed it to the little chair next to the bed. Next, his hands went to the button on his slacks, but he stopped when he had it open. Tonight, he’d be better prepared. He reached in one pocket for the condoms he’d slipped in there, only to come out with the familiar length of rope. Before he could shove it back out of sight, Lexie spotted it, and her eyes widened.

“I won’t ask what that is because it’s obvious,” she said. “But what are you planning to do with it?” She rose to her knees and held out her wrists. “Are you planning to tie me up, Killian?”

He caught his breath. “And if I am?”

Her eyes darkened, the gold flecks like little sparks of flame. “Maybe I’ll like it. What do you think?”

Jesus!
“What do I think? I think it would be a dream come true for me. But what about you, Lexie?”

She still held her wrists out to him. She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I think I, um, want to try it.” She looked up at him. “You’ll stop if I don’t like it?”

He reached out to cup her chin. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t like, darlin’. Ever.”

“Then I think, first, you should finish taking off your clothes.”

Killian dropped the length of rope at the foot of the bed, dumped the condoms on the nightstand, unzipped his fly, and shoved both his slacks and his boxers down his legs. He’d forgotten for a moment he still had his boots on, creating a brief awkward moment. But then he was totally nude, standing before her, his hands on his hips.

“Well?” His nostrils flared. “Like what you see?”

She ran her tongue over her lower lip in the motion that always spiked a fever in him, and his cock twitched automatically.

“Yes. Very much.” She reached over and picked up the rope, running it through her hands.

The sight of her with the rope was so arousing, it took all his self-control not to grab her, rip her clothes off, and fuck her with no preliminaries.

“Your turn,” he ordered, his mouth dry.

Still on her knees, she reached behind her to unfasten the ties at the top of her halter, letting it fall forward and release her breasts. His hands tightened into fists as he quelled the urge to reach out and squeeze them. The tip of her tongue peeped out between her full lips, and she bit down on it lightly as she finished undoing the halter and pulled it away from her body. Finally, she rose to her feet, balancing herself on the bed, and shimmied out of those teeny, tiny shorts. She kicked them away and stood with her legs spread, feet braced, hands on hips, waiting for his next move.

If he hadn’t been watching closely, he never would have noticed the slight tremble in her frame or the look of uncertainty washing quickly over her face. It reinforced his feeling this was not her normal method of operation. That while she was a very sexy woman, a treat in bed, for whatever reason she was not normally this forward or deliberately tempting. He felt honored she had chosen to expose this side of herself to him. Whatever happened, he’d make sure to let her know how he cherished her sharing it.

Letting out a slow breath, he moved forward until he was right at the side of the bed, close enough to reach for her.

Lexie’s heart pounded so loud, she was sure Killian could hear it. She wasn’t a novice sexually, nor was she timid, but this was the boldest thing she’d ever done. Killian Walker called to a darker side of her sexuality she’d never even known she had. She might never want this with any other man, but she wanted it with him.

Careful to keep her balance, she walked across the mattress to where he stood at the side of the bed. Kneeling, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips. When he groaned, she did it again then pushed her tongue inside to give him a full, openmouthed kiss. He tasted delicious. She thought she could drink from him forever. Shoving her fingers into his, thick midnight silk hair to anchor herself, she took the kiss as deep as she could, licking every inner surface.

Killian spread his fingers on her hips, steadying her, holding her in place. When he pulled her closer, the rigid thickness of his magnificent cock impressed itself on her. It was hot and hard, and suddenly she was overcome with a need to take him in her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she sat so her legs dangled over the bed, situating her so his swollen shaft was just at the right height for her. With her fingers curled around it, she slowly licked up one side and down the other, dragging her tongue against the soft skin over hard steel.

“Jesus!” he breathed. “You’re killing me, Lexie.”

She smiled as she pressed a kiss to the dark, velvet-soft head. “Good. That’s what I intended.”

Oh, yes, she was definitely being bold tonight. Killian Walker only had to look at her to blow away any lingering inhibitions and bring out her erotic dark side.

When she had licked her way up one side and down the other of his rigid shaft, she swiped her tongue across the velvet-soft head, probing the slit with the tip before closing her mouth over it and sliding her lips down the length of him. He gripped her head with fingers of steel, holding it in place as she sucked from and back again. Scraping her teeth lightly against the velvety skin, she slid one hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing gently.

“Holy fuck, Lexie.” His grip tightened on her. “You’re killing me here.”

She hummed in satisfaction as she brought her other hand into play, gripping his cock and sliding those fingers up and down in rhythm with her lips. With her other hand, she played with his balls, rolling them with her fingers and lightly pinching the softly furred skin. He was so big she had to work hard to take him deeper into her mouth, finally tilting her head back so she could take him deep. When the head hit the back of her throat, he groaned again and tried to pull away.

“I’m gonna come, Lexie, if you keep doing that.”

She slid her lips back until his shaft was free. “But that’s what I want.”

“And I want to come in your sweet pussy.”

“Are you telling me you can’t do both?” She gave him a wicked smile. “I know for a fact you’ve got good recovery time.”

His laugh was hoarse and unsteady. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?”

She licked her lips. “Only with pleasure.”

She took him in her mouth again, fingers curled around the root of his stalk, and went to work on him. The blood in the vein wrapped around his shaft throbbed in response to her ministrations. Taking in a deep breath, she increased her pace, lips and tongue and fingers working together.

She knew the minute he was on the verge of orgasm. His fingers dug even harder into her scalp, and his entire body tensed. She tilted her head back a shade more, squeezed his balls, and sucked real hard. He exploded into her mouth, his cum hitting the roof of her mouth and sliding down the back of her throat. He jerked his hips as each spasm shook his big body, a harsh cry erupting from his throat. Lexie stroked up and down his cock as shudder after shudder rocked him, squeezing gently, still rubbing his balls.

Finally, the last of the tremors died away. He eased from her mouth, gripping her wrists to pull her hands away, and dropped forward on the bed, taking her with him, wrapping her in his arms. Against her body, she could feel the heavy thudding of his heart, feel his breath against her cheek as he struggled for air. He sprinkled kisses over her cheeks and forehead and brushed his mouth lightly over hers. With his warm hand, he stroked up and down her back, gently, softly, tracing the length of her spine and molding the curve of her ass. At one point, he eased his middle finger into the hot cleft and left it there as he let his body recover from the explosive release.

“You have the mouth of an angel,” he said, at last, when he could speak again.

She giggled. “I didn’t think angels did those kinds of things.”

He kissed her forehead. “My kind of angel does.” He rolled until she was beneath him. “My turn.”

“You just had your turn,” she teased.

“Not the kind I’m thinking of.”

“Oh?” They were almost nose-to-nose. “And exactly what kind do you mean?”

“Let me ask you a question.” His gaze locked with hers. “Are you up for a little adventure?”

Now, her heart pounded. She kept thinking of the length of rope lying on the bed and the erotic things she’d read in the romance novels she was addicted to. Well, she’d wanted an adventure, a little walk on the wild side, so what was she waiting for?

“Yes.” She touched his full lips, ran her finger along the square line of his jaw. “Yes, I definitely am.”

She felt the darkly sexual blaze in his eyes clear through every place in her body.

“Good.” The kiss he gave her was hot and intense, scorching her nerve endings. Urging her lips to part, he circled every inch of her delectable mouth with his tongue, licking and tasting. She sucked on it, pulling hard and closing her lips around it, wanting to drag every bit of him deep inside her. He kissed her until she had no air left in her lungs and her body was begging for him to touch her everywhere. When he lifted his head at last, she felt dazed and totally at his mercy. A not unpleasant feeling at all.

“Let’s play a little game,” he said, his voice hoarse and rough.

“Like what?” Hers was breathless.

“You’ll see.”

He arranged her on the pillows at the headboard, placing her body just so. Then he grabbed the length of rope lying on the bed and dragged it across her breasts.

“You know one of the things I thought of when I saw you?”

She shook her head wordlessly.

“I got a picture in my mind of that luscious body naked with one of my ropes wound around you in a special design.” He wound the rope around one breast then pulled it away. “Do you know anything about shibari?”

Again, she shook her head.

“It’s the practice of creating intricate designs on a body with knots at special pressure points to bring about the most exquisite pleasure.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “You’d be surprised at the things you learn about in Montana.”

She finally found her voice. “I don’t think anything about you would surprise me, cowboy.”

“And there you have it. You know how good cowboys are with ropes.” He tugged her arms over her head and braceleted both wrists with the fingers of one hand. His eyes glittered with hunger as he studied her face. “Think you’d like being tied up, Lexie? Totally at my mercy? Spread out before me for whatever I want to do?”

She swallowed and wet her lips.
Now or never, Lexie.

“Y-Yes. I would.”

“You sound a little uncertain there, darlin’. I want you to be sure.” His mouth was nearly touching hers now, his breath mingling with hers. “Ab-so-lute-ly sure.”

She nodded. “I am. Really, really sure.”

“Okay, then.”

Anticipation raced through her as Killian wound the rope around her wrists and pulled it tight. She couldn’t see what he was doing behind her head, but she assumed he was fastening it to one of the spokes in her headboard. At that particular moment, she was glad she had one of those old-fashioned spindle headboards and not a smooth plane of wood.

“All set.” He traced the line of her jaw with his tongue, a whisper of a caress. “You lie back and enjoy this, although I think I might enjoy it more than you.”

He proceeded to work on every erogenous zone of her body—behind her ears, the crook of her elbows, the hollow of her throat. He took his time with her breasts, sucking and nipping at the nipples until they were on fire with need. Easing slightly down her body, he closed his hands around her breasts, kneading them as he gave further attention to the taut buds crowning them. She tried to arch beneath him, to thrust herself up to him more, but the way he had her arms stretched out and the rope fastened gave her little room to adjust her body.

More
, she silently urged.
Touch me everywhere
. And everything was more intensified because she was helpless, at his mercy to do with as he wished.

It seemed forever until he moved farther down her body, trailing kisses everywhere. Maybe it was being restrained and knowing she was totally at his mercy, that he could do whatever he wanted to her. Maybe it was the erotic, sensual stream of kisses he placed everywhere on her body, his hot lips branding her. Whatever it was, by the time he touched the inside of her thighs, she was shivering with anticipation and shaking with need.

He spread her legs wider, placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the lips of her pussy then proceeded to string more kisses along the inside of her labia, punctuating them with little bites that made the throbbing in her pussy increase in tempo and strength. She twisted on the bed, silently urging him to move his hands and his tongue to where she wanted them the most, but he gave a low laugh, the sound vibrating against her thigh.

“Remember who’s in charge, darlin’,” he reminded her in his deep voice. “I know what you want, and I’ll sure give it to you, but not until I’m good and ready.”