Lawyer Up (16 page)

Hawk made a pained noise deep in his throat. I might have called it a whimper if not for the intensely masculine sound of it.

“Beg me,” I ordered, reveling in my female power. Hawk had once demanded that of me, and now it was my turn. I was controlling this strong, handsome man—and I loved it!

He moaned again, starting to reach up for my hips.

I shook my head at him, silently conveying “No you don't.” I rose all the way off him, letting his penis, wet with my juices, fall free.

This time, Hawk really did whimper before conceding to my wishes, begging, “Please, Liza, please! I need…”

“Tell me exactly what you need,” I interrupted.

“Ahh.” The sound rose up like a musical note. “Please! I need to be back inside you. I need you to move faster…harder.
Please
!
”

Reaching down, I guided his dick back to my pussy and, with a grateful moan, plunged down on top of him.

“Yes, yes,” I answered him, before I abandoned myself to mindless nirvana. In a frenzy, I slid up and down his shaft, riding him wildly over and over as his hips came up to meet my pelvis in answering bucks.

“Yes, yes, yes!” My guttural cries mixed with his loud, feral grunting.

I could feel the aching tingle build deep inside me, expanding with each meeting of our sweaty bodies, until I flew over the top. I climaxed in a heart-stopping explosion, my eyes shut, my mind floating, flying as intense pleasure swept through me. Feeling me clenching uncontrollably around him, Lucky Hawk tightened and jerked in one last powerful thrust, joining me to soar in delirious bliss. Both of us were panting, still convulsively jerking. Then his arms wrapped around me, and Hawk pulled me tight against him. As we returned to earth, he leaned his forehead against mine and held me close, as if he would never let me go.

We snuggled for a while, even drifted off, dozing wrapped in each other's arms on the small daybed. I woke to the sound of Hawk rummaging in his carry-on suitcase and smiled lazily at him. He returned the grin but with a decidedly less languid air. More wicked, actually, and I sat a little straighter.

“You seem…energetic,” I noted. Glancing lower, I couldn't resist adding, “Quite energetic.”

“There's more I want to do with you, my dear Liza.” He pulled two silk ties from his bag. “And these will do nicely.”

“We're going to play dress up?”

“Not exactly, but I will adorn you with these. Are you game for something a little risqué?”

I laughed and said, “Oh, I don't know. Let me see…a one-night stand in a law office, wild sex in an airport pod hotel.” I counted them off on my fingers. “I think we've got risqué covered.”

“Okay, maybe
kinky
is a better description. And short of you screaming for help, my dear, I'm not planning to take no for an answer.”

My stomach dropped at the exact moment my pelvis clenched. Lucky Hawk was full of surprises today. “Umm…what are you planning exactly?”

Hawk sat down next to me on the couch, draping the neckties on his lap, and then placed his index finger against my mouth, silencing me. “Shhh. No more inquisition. I want to play with your body…and you're going to let me.”

My pelvis clenched harder, creating instant aching desire. The fluttering in my stomach added a jittery edge as my pulse escalated.

He hadn't phrased it like a question, but Hawk seemed to be waiting for my agreement, so I nodded okay.

“Put your hands out.” He indicated I should hold them out in front of my body. He then picked up a necktie and quickly wrapped my wrists securely within, efficiently tying them together with a knot.

“What's this?” I watched Hawk pick up the other silk tie, and then stand over me. “What are you doing?” I asked again, but quick as a flash he slipped the silk between my open lips and gagged me. I stared at him wide-eyed. I was blown away, by what Hawk had done—blown away and hotly aroused. This was a game I'd never played before, and the idea of doing it when I could occasionally hear airport sounds through the walls was perverse. No wonder he'd had such a wicked grin on his face. My eyes flicked back toward his, and he was looking solemn now.

“Liza, if you don't want to do this, just raise your hands up higher and I'll untie you.”

Did
I
want
to
do
this?

I sat naked on a daybed, bound and gagged. My lover, also naked, sat next to me, and I couldn't resist another glance down. He sported such a raging hard-on that I would have dropped to my knees to suck on it if I weren't gagged.

Making a decision, I lowered my bound wrists to my lap. My gaze dropped to my lap as well, and I heard him suck in a harsh gasp. Perhaps Hawk thought it was submission when, in fact, it was a rush of shyness. This kinky stuff was hot, but I felt off-kilter with nervous energy.

Hawk stood then and walked back to his bag. I watched as he pulled out a blindfold, the kind travelers use on airplanes. Within moments, he'd slipped it around my head, cutting off my sight, leaving me in darkness.

“Stand up, Liza,” Hawk ordered. He guided me up and led me over to the wall a couple paces away. “Raise your arms over your head.”

I complied, and Hawk rapidly attached my bound hands to the wall over my head. To what, I didn't know. I racked my brain, trying to remember what was there, and vaguely recalled seeing a hook and suit hanger. I pulled slightly, testing it, and my arms held fast. I wasn't going anywhere.

I could hear Hawk breathing very close, but more than that, I could feel his eyes on my naked body, taking me all in. I shivered uncontrollably, my nipples tight and my pussy clenching. I was breathing hard as my excitement and arousal rose higher.

“Ah, my dear Liza. You look so hot like that. I could happily leave you there a long while just to enjoy the sexy view, but we have limited time.”

I heard Hawk go back in his bag and wondered what was next. I could follow his movements by sound, but the loss of sight really heightened the tension. I whimpered and realized the loss of my voice left me feeling at his mercy. I whimpered again and then sucked in a gasp when I felt something brush across my naked body. It was soft, but I couldn't tell exactly what it was. A moment later, it swept over me again. Everywhere it passed, it left a trail of tingling nerves. Hawk caressed my breasts with the cloth and I arched into his hands.

“Separate your legs, Liza.”

I considered refusing, leaving them tightly together, but the tsking sound Hawk made prompted my compliance, and I moved my feet apart some.

“Farther, Liza.” He sounded like a disappointed teacher or…master.

I moved my feet wider and then felt his foot gently nudging them even farther apart, until I was wide open down there. Then the teasing softness swept up my inner thigh and down the other before it was rubbed across my pussy. My heightened senses and feeling of helplessness exaggerated every sensation, making the mundane acute. I moaned as the pulsing ache between my legs grew almost painful.

“Please,” I moaned through the gag. The word was unintelligible, and anyway, I wasn't sure what I was pleading for. I tugged on my bindings again.

“Ahhrgh,” I suddenly screeched. It came out muffled and erotic, even to my own ears. Sharp teeth had bitten my nipple. Then I felt the wet lap of Hawk's tongue soothing the pain and melted, my legs collapsing until I hung by my arms from the hook.

“Up you go,” he said, pulling me back to standing. “I can't leave the twin unattended.”

I froze. Hawk would bite the other one now. I shivered, uselessly pushing my back against the wall to try to get distance. Then I was waiting. Waiting. When would he do it? I listened for any sound that would indicate his next move, but Hawk moved with stealthy quiet. I wasn't even sure where he was in the room now.

Then I felt something touching my clitoris. Flicking it. Fingers? Hawk was stimulating my clit. Little naughty flicks in the most sensitive spot. I panted in response to provocation that seemed to grow exponentially. It was all in my mind, I knew, but there was no stopping the effect it had on me, on my body. He'd really done very little to me, but I transformed into a raving slut desperate for more titillation. I begged again and again through the gag. Hawk chuckled, and I stamped my foot in frustration. Thrashing about on my tether, I tried to pull free to launch myself at him.

“Fuck me or stop,”
I wanted to yell at him.
“Oh God! Fuck me now.
Please!”

“Shhh. Quiet down, dear. If you want me to let you cum, then I expect you to follow my direction.”

I stopped fighting my restraints, but whimpered and uselessly begged some more.

“I'll wait until you are calm and ready to continue.”

With effort, I stifled my vocalizations. Panting around the gag, I held myself rigid, willing him to return his fingers to my pussy.

And then Hawk did it again.

Bit my other nipple—
hard!
—and I cried out. I felt the laving brush of warm, wet, soothing tongue, and disintegrated. A puddle of nerve endings amid a hot rush of desire.

Then, suddenly, Hawk was everywhere at once. Nipping an earlobe, sucking my breast into his hot mouth, planting little kisses all along my clavicle while his hands blazed tingling trails across my skin, seemingly everywhere at once.

There was the briefest of pauses—my body screaming out for more contact where there was none. My moaning encouragement stopped in confusion.

Then I felt his tongue again, directly between my thighs, teasing my clit. His fingers joined in the play, sliding into my hole and then trailing wetness down my thighs.

“You're so very wet. And sweet,” he murmured, his face buried in my mons, his very words a tickle on my skin. Then he started licking me again, his fingers adding extra stimulation. “I want you to come for me like this, and then I'll fuck you one last time.”

I moaned loudly. I wanted it too.

He plunged his face into my pussy, lapping and nipping, pausing only long enough to order, “Come now, Liza!”

And I did. Keening and thrusting my pelvis, I exploded. Climaxing over and over until I hung from the hook, boneless and weak. Unable to think coherently or even moan.

“So lovely and beautiful. You humble me with your trust,” he said. Then Hawk scooped me into his arms and, lifting me up, dislodged me from the hook. He placed me on my back on the daybed, and I could hear him ripping open a condom, muttering, “I should probably untie you first, but I can't wait. I can't wait.”

I spread my thighs wide, the only way I could show that I too wanted him right now. Within moments, Hawk was back and sliding inside me. I was beginning to adore the feel of his large shaft filling me, stretching me. I could say that he fucked me good, but even though I was still bound and gagged, that wouldn't be the truth. We frantically pummeled each other, meeting thrust for thrust, grinding ourselves into the other. And we came fast and hard. I heard his groaning cry of release, and it filled me with white-hot pleasure as I trembled around him. It was the perfect end to a perfect afternoon.

Before I returned to full consciousness, Hawk was untying my hands. Then he slid off my mask. There were tears in my eyes. Instantly Hawk looked concerned. I tried to tell him I was all right, shaking my head.

“I'm sorry, Liza,” he muttered as he frantically undid the knot holding me gagged, all the while murmuring apologies while I tried to speak around the gag.

Finally he pulled it free. “Hawk, it's not what you think. It's okay.”

He started to apologize again.

“No, Hawk. Listen to me. Those were tears of excitement, of joy. I've never had orgasms like that before in my life. It was overwhelming, but I'm fine.” I smiled broadly to convey my sincerity.

Hawk looked stunned for a moment, then he beamed back at me. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“That good, huh?” Hawk was the very image of arrogant male pride.

I hated to inflate his ego further, but… “Yes, Hawk, it was
that
good.”

He laughed then and swooped me into his arms, planting kisses on my lips, face, arms, anywhere he could reach.

My eyes wavered shut and I almost drifted off again, but then a loud pinging started. It was Hawk's cell phone alarm. He switched it off and looked at me. “At this moment, if I had a choice, I would stay here with you and never leave.”

And so the perfect afternoon was capped with the perfect statement.

“Me too,” I agreed.

After we dressed, Hawk escorted me to my departure gate. As we walked, I suddenly remembered something. Turning toward him, I said, “When I went to the cemetery yesterday, I saw a beautiful, little pink rosebush planted near Aunt Lizzie's grave. One fragrant rose was already blooming on it. Did
you
do that? You're the only person who knew I wanted to plant something there.”

Hawk shrugged and smiled at me. “Yes. I was heading to Willow Pond a month ago when I remembered how disappointed you were that you'd forgotten. I hope it's okay.”

Without even thinking, I threw myself into his arms. “It's perfect! Thank you so much. I can't tell you how surprised and delighted I was to find it there. Thank you again.” I kissed him soundly on the lips right in the middle of the concourse.

Then we hurried to my departure gate. When we got there, the plane was boarding and there wasn't much time. I didn't want to go, and he didn't seem to want me to leave.

Hawk took my hands in his. “Thank you, sweet, beautiful Liza. That was…a gift that I will always cherish.”

“I wish…” I didn't know what to say—we were still barely more than strangers. I wanted more but that didn't seem likely, given our circumstances. Hawk looked at me questioningly, waiting for me to finish, but I just shook my head.