Naughty at 30 (Love Without Batteries #2) Page 5

  Luke closed the door behind us, and before I could say anything else to embarrass myself, he kissed me. This time, he wasn’t teasing my lips; his mouth claimed mine, stealing my breath, making me ache even more than I already did. When Luke was touching me, all the reasons to avoid being with him melted away. All I could think about was how much I wanted him.

  I could have this. I could have a night with Luke and see if the naughty promise in his kiss would bring me as much pleasure as I thought it would. We were both adults who could walk away when it was over without things being awkward between us. I’d go back to calling him Lucas on the rare occasions we saw each other. Luke would simply be my one wild night to bring my forbidden dreams to life.

  Luke’s hands moved to my hips as he backed me up until I was pressed against the wall, caged in by his much larger body. I’d never been with a man Luke’s size. He had nearly a foot on me. And speaking of size; with Luke’s erection pressed against my belly, I could tell he had much more to offer than any man I’d been with in the past.

  “You taste so good,” Luke murmured against my lips. “Like good tequila and hot woman. I want to taste all of you.”

  I shuddered and moaned. “You really have this talking dirty thing mastered, don’t you?”

  His thumb brushed across my lower lip. “I haven’t even begun to talk dirty to you. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Luke’s lips found mine again, stealing my breath. In the many guilty sex dreams I’d had about Luke recently, I’d never imagined him kissing me like this. The man’s mouth was magic, firm and controlled. I was dying to get closer to his erection, but our height difference didn’t allow it.

  Reaching my hand between us, I squeezed Luke’s dick, making him groan and break the kiss.

  “None of that,” he told me, catching my hands and pinning them to the wall above my head. I struggled in his hold. I suppose it would be more accurate to say I pretended to struggle in his hold. Being tied up was a long-standing fantasy of mine, and having Luke’s large hands wrapped around my wrists was more than a little arousing.

  “I want to touch you,” I pleaded, even as I longed to have him continue to pin my wrists to the wall.

  “And you will,” Luke said against my throat. He sucked my pulse into his mouth and ran his tongue across it until I went limp in his hold. “I’ve been dreaming about having you since I saw your profile picture.”

  “You have?” I breathed out.

  “Yes,” he replied. “Seeing that tool belt wrapped around those sexy hips of yours was hot as fuck.”

  “You didn’t think it was adorable that I was pretending to know how to use those tools?” I asked, having been told something very similar by another guy.

  Luke chuckled. “Adorable? Pretending? No, those thoughts didn’t come to mind even once. I wanted to see you using the belt sander sitting behind you.”

  “The belt sander?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he replied. “I had my first belt sander fantasy because of that picture.”

  I laughed at Luke’s admission because I’d never imagined anyone getting turned on by my tools.

  One of Luke’s eyebrows rose. “Laughing at me, Chels?” he asked.

  “It is a funny image,” I admitted. “Are you going to release my hands so I can touch you,” I asked.

  “I’ve got a much better idea,” Luke replied with a wicked grin.

  “What’s that?” I asked, not sure I cared as long as it involved Luke touching me more.

  “You like having me restrain you like this, don’t you?” he asked, looking at his hands on my wrists.

  “It’s always been a fantasy of mine,” I admitted before realizing that made it sound like I’d been fantasizing about Luke for years. “Not you specifically restraining me so much as the whole bondage fantasy.”

  Luke’s gaze darkened as he met mine. “After tonight, you will definitely fantasize about me when you think about bondage.” He released my wrists and stepped back.

  My eyes widened. “I will?” I squeaked out. Luke couldn’t possibly be suggesting what I thought he was suggesting.

  “Come with me,” he commanded, catching my hand and tugging me toward his bedroom.

  When I walked in the door, my eyes were immediately drawn to Luke’s four-poster bed in the middle of the room. I licked my lips as images of being tied to Luke’s bed raced through my mind. I knew there were rules about bondage play with one-night stands. It was foolish to let a near stranger tie you to a bed, but this was Luke. Luke would never hurt me. He was a safe way to see if this fantasy was as good in reality.

  Luke’s arm slipped around me, and his fingers splayed across my belly. “You know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?”

  A tremor of desire raced through my body. “Yes.”

  “Tell me what I’m going to do,” he commanded.

  “Some bondage stuff,” I replied lamely, making Luke chuckle.

  “You really are innocent, Chels,” he murmured, turning me to face him as he cupped my cheek. “It’s so hot thinking of all the things I can do to corrupt you. Would you like me to corrupt you?”

  While part of me wanted to argue I wasn’t that innocent, he was right. I’d never done anything even remotely kinky in bed. “Okay,” I squeaked and thankfully, Luke took pity on me and kissed me again.

  When he broke the kiss, I was breathless and needy again. His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt to strip it over my head before leaning in to run his tongue across the lace on my bra. The wet lace felt rough against my sensitive nipple, and I whimpered. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I nearly screamed from the intense sensation. As Luke continued to tease my nipples through the lace on my bra, I felt his hands on the button of my jeans, just before his hand slipped inside, tracing the edge of my thong.

  Luke continued to suckle my nipple, causing the wet lace to scrape against my over-sensitized flesh as he pushed my jeans down. His large hand cupped my aching pussy over my thong and I began to rock against his hand. Needy mewling sounds came from the back of my throat. My hands slid under his t-shirt and moved up to his chest, enjoying the firm muscles.

  Luke pulled his mouth away from my nipple and kissed me again as he undid my bra. His hand returned to cup me, not moving, and the pressure on my clit was driving me crazy, teasing me. Luke broke our kiss to strip his shirt over his head, and I took a moment to drink in the sight of his naked torso, starting at his broad chest with the small brown nipples, already hard from my touch. He had just a sprinkling of hair on his chest. My gaze moved down to his well-defined abdominal muscles and the line of hair that disappeared into his jeans. The large bulge at the front of his pants held my attention.

  “See something you like?” Luke asked, amusement lacing his voice.

  I nodded, not looking away from the front of his pants. “That thing is quite impressive.”

  Luke chuckled. “You’d better stop checking him out. Excalibur’s ego is big enough.”

  I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “You named your dick Excalibur?” Before he could answer, I continued, “Actually, that doesn’t surprise me.”

  “Are you ready to kick those jeans off and let me tie you to my bed so I can thoroughly enjoy your body?” Luke asked, making me moan.

  “Oh God, yes,” I breathed out.

  Chapter Ten

  Luke

  Even after she’d agreed, I’d still been worried that Chelsea would change her mind about letting me tie her up. While I’d never considered myself a bondage expert, I loved exploring a woman’s body while she was bound. I had collected an array of items to use for that purpose over the years. It was about the power exchange and trust on both sides. I had to trust the woman to communicate with me if she was uncomfortable, and she had to trust me to keep her safe. I simply got off on that, and I was dying to have Chelsea’s body laid out for me like the sensual offering it was. There was also the emotional reaction I had to Chelsea giving me this kind of trust. It was about
more than sex.

  Looking through my box of toys, I decided on the silk scarves because they were less intimidating. My ultimate fantasy about Chelsea involved rope since nothing looked sexier than rope against the soft skin on a woman’s wrists. Looking over at Chelsea’s panties, I amended that. I’d be willing to bet good money, Chelsea would look the hottest tied up with her own panties. I found myself wondering what she’d do if I shoved her thong in her mouth, not that I was going to try that this first time. Communication was very important in the early stages of bondage with a new partner.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the scarves to give me something to do with my hands other than touch Chelsea. This would break the mood some, but it was important. “We need to talk before we start.”

  “Talk?” she asked.

  “Yeah, Chels,” I replied. “This is your first time being tied down, right?”

  She licked her lips and nodded. “Based on what I saw in your box, this is nowhere near your first time tying a woman up,” she remarked.

  “Not even close,” I agreed. “That’s good for you because it means I know what I’m doing, and I won’t hurt you or make this uncomfortable for you. We really should have had this talk as soon you agreed to let me tie you up, because I’m having a hard time thinking about anything other than seeing your sexy breasts lifted high after I get your wrists bound.”

  Chelsea moaned, and I knew exactly how she felt. “What exactly do we need to talk about?”

  “Safe words, limits, and that sort of thing,” I explained.

  “Aren’t safe words for people doing BDSM and stuff like that?” she asked. “You don’t have a whip in that box, do you?”

  “No whip,” I assured her. “Safe words can be really useful when you role play. You might want to tell me no if we’re playing, but you might not really want me to stop. The safe word lets me know if I’m hurting you or you don’t like what we’re doing without risking me misunderstanding your meaning.”

  “I’m not sure how I feel about role playing,” she admitted.

  “Okay, no role playing unless you change your mind,” I agreed. “I still need you to communicate with me. I’m going to check on you a lot since this is your first time.”

  Chelsea let out a nervous laugh. “This is going much differently than I expected.”

  “I want this to be good for you, Chels,” I explained. “That means you need to tell me what’s off limits when you’re tied up, and you need to communicate when anything is making you uncomfortable. I usually wait longer to try this with someone.”

  “Why are you trying it with me tonight then?” she asked.

  “You want me to, and I can’t seem to resist you,” I admitted. “Tell me anything you definitely don’t want me to do up front.”

  “My feet,” she stated before adding. “I don’t like it when people touch my feet. I also hate being tickled, and I don’t want your hands on my throat.”

  I nodded, fully understanding the last since her dick ex-husband had choked her a few months back. “Are you ready?”

  Chelsea licked those luscious lips of hers and nodded.

  “Are you nervous?” I asked.

  She shook her head. “I’m really turned on,” she replied, making me groan and wonder if Chelsea would end up being the death of me.

  “Lie down,” I rasped out, and watched as she settled herself in the middle of my bed, resting her hands slightly above her head with her blonde hair fanned out across my pillow. This was one of the things that turned me on most, the moment my partner submitted to me, knowing I was going to take care of her. The fact that the woman was Chelsea made it hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. “Don’t move.”

  Chelsea nodded and stayed right where she was as I kicked off my shoes, tempted to also strip off my jeans. There was no way I could comfortably enjoy this with my throbbing dick pressing against my zipper, but I ended up deciding to leave them on since the discomfort might help with my dwindling self-control.

  Climbing onto the bed, I trailed the silk scarves along Chelsea’s bare skin, starting at her ankles and moving slowly up her body. When they moved over her hardened nipples, she moaned, and her back arched, giving me an even better view of her perfect breasts with their rosy nipples. Through it all, Chelsea kept her hands right where I’d told her to, and her control over her own body was an even bigger turn on.

  I gripped her delicate wrist in my hand, lifting it to loop the scarf around it, before securing it just tight enough to hold her in place before reaching up to tie it to the headboard. Chelsea’s wide blue eyes watched as I tied her first wrist to my bed.

  “How does that feel?” I asked.

  Chelsea moaned. “Naughty.”

  I chuckled at her choice of words. “Naughty is good.”

  Repeating the process with her other wrist, I stopped to watch her tug at the restraints, loving the way her breasts shifted. Looking down at the foot of the bed, I eyed the two remaining scarves. I’d been certain Chelsea would be a little uneasy by this point, but she was far from uneasy, and I’d have to be blind to miss how turned on she was.

  “I’m going to do your ankles now,” I told her. “Are you okay with that?”

  “Please,” she breathed out, spreading her legs slightly.

  “Let’s get these off first,” I suggested, tugging her panties down her legs, and setting them at the side of the bed, so I wouldn’t lose them.

  Sliding the scarf around Chelsea’s ankle, I quickly secured it to the bed post, giving her enough slack so she could still bend her knee before moving on to her other ankle. Allowing my eyes to travel along every inch of her body, I had trouble deciding what I should do first. Chelsea was writhing and tugging lightly against the restraints, looking like she was on the verge of coming.

  “Are you still doing okay?” I asked, my voice rough with arousal.

  “Please touch me,” she begged, and I was more than happy to comply.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chelsea

  I was tied to Lucas Robinson’s bed. That was something I’d never in a million years expected to have happen. Even when I’d been agreeing to this, part of me had wondered if I’d end up backing out, but I hadn’t, which was how I found myself naked while Luke ran a finger along my hip bone. The soft scarves weren’t too tight on my skin, but I knew I couldn’t slip out. I loved the wicked sensation of being tied naked to Luke’s bed, and I couldn’t resist tugging at my restraints. So far, the reality was much better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

  “Perfect,” Luke murmured.

  While I was naked and tied to his bed, Luke was wearing his jeans. Still, I didn’t feel vulnerable because I knew I had power in this situation. I trusted Luke to only go as far as I was comfortable with. Based on my reactions so far, I wasn’t sure there was much I wasn’t comfortable with.

  “Were you planning to take those jeans off and join me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Feeling a little impatient?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “You’ve been teasing me for what seems like hours.”

  “And you’ve been teasing me for what seems like decades,” he murmured, leaning over me to brush his lips against mine in the briefest of kisses. One of his hands rested on my thigh while the fingers from that hand lightly moved across my skin. It was no lie to say I’d never been quite so turned on. Tied to the bed, I wasn’t able to think about anything other than what Luke was doing to my body and what I wanted him to do to my body, making me realize I’d probably spent too much time in the past worrying about where I should put my hands or what the guy would like. I’d never just let myself get lost in the moment. Being lost in the moment was hot on a level I’d never dreamed possible.

  “Please kiss me,” I said on a moan when Luke continued to tease my lips, brushing against them and occasionally biting lightly.

  I was surprised when Luke immediately obeyed, moving over me and sliding his tongue into my mouth,
careful to keep his full weight from resting on me. The hairs on Luke’s chest rubbed against my nipples as his tongue slid in and out of my mouth in a rhythmic motion, making my already sex-crazed brain even more focused on getting Luke inside my body.

  I moaned and tugged at the restraints on my ankles, trying to lift my legs to wrap them around Luke, only to be reminded that I couldn’t move them that far. When Luke finally broke the kiss, I was desperately squirming under him, whimpering with need. His lips trailed down my body, seeming to worship me as he went. When he got to my breasts, he cupped them, testing their weight in his hands as his eyes remained focused on them. My nipples became impossibly harder even though he still hadn’t touched them. When he leaned in, his tongue only lightly stroked my nipple, making me groan and arch to bring my breasts closer. This time, Luke took one into his mouth, suckling it and running his tongue along the tip.

  “Oh, Luke,” I moaned when he sucked harder. His teeth bit down lightly, eliciting a little screech from me.

  “You okay, Chels?” he asked, his voice rough with his own arousal.

  “Yes,” I replied in a breathy voice. “Don’t stop. You just startled me.”

  Luke’s attention returned to my nipples as he gave the same attention to the other one. Every time his teeth scraped against my nipple, I nearly screamed from the intense sensations racing through my body. I was aching with need.

  “I need you in me,” I pleaded as Luke continued to torment me by teasing my nipples.

  Luke groaned, climbing off the bed and reaching for the fastening on his jeans. “These things are killing me.” I watched as Luke stripped out of his jeans, leaving him in his Superman boxers. When I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, he grinned. “You didn’t think I suddenly stopped being nerdy, did you?”

  “They seem appropriate,” I remarked, looking at the front of his boxers. “You definitely have the man of steel thing going on.”