“Arms up,” he orders and draws my shirt over my head. His hands reach behind me and unhook my bra with the deftness that can only come with practice. Such a player. But now he's mine.
He cups my breasts, his thumbs stroking around the areolas. The sensation zings from my nipples to my pussy. I'm restless, arching my back, trying to push my chest further into his palms. Lance’s cheek curves. He settles down, nuzzling between the swollen mounds.
“These are going to get bigger for me soon,” he says absently, and scrapes his stubble into my cleavage before soothing the roughened skin with his tongue. He plants kisses over every pale inch until my belly clenches. Then he draws back. “I'm going to take care of you too,” he promises each nipple. I roll my eyes.
Lance rears back, catches my hip with a casual hand, and flips me onto my stomach. The movement is swift but he steadies me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I’m breathless. My butt tingles as he passes a hand down it. I feel the warmth of his palm through my jeans. His hand claps my bottom. “Behave.” He kisses between my shoulder blades, his stubble prickly on my skin. He rubs his chin against it, making me squeal, then kisses away the rough sensation. He reaches around and undoes my jeans. I don't know how he deals with skinny jeans so easily but he peels them right off and then tugs my underwear up, baring my butt. He cups each cheek, squeezing.
“You going to take care of my ass, too?” I snark, my mouth half-muffled by the comforter.
“Maybe.” He grips my right cheek harder, and dips his thumb under my flimsy panties, into my crease. I clamp my cheeks together. He chuckles and doesn’t push it. He leans down to give my butt a bristly kiss. “So perfect. My Charlie.” He hooks his hands on either side of my panties and jerks outwards, and they fall away, and now I'm naked and he's not. But when I reach for him, he shakes his head. “Uh-uh. You’re not in charge. Lie back and put your arms over your head.”
“Or else what?” I wrinkle my nose at him, even though I’m already doing as he says.
“Or you get none of this.” He scrunches up his t-shirt, showing his gorgeous abs. There’s the faintest blond happy trail leading right into his jeans…
Fuck. He’s bluffing but I don’t want to call it. Plus, the sooner I do this, the sooner I get what I want. I lie back quickly and lift my arms over my head, arching my back. I’m naked and on display. Desire stabs my belly, pulling a whimper from me, curling my toes.
Lance leans down beside the bed, rummaging around for something, and then lifts up a coiled band of purple rope.
“You know, Charlie,” he says as he unwinds the rope slowly, “moving to Green Valley was a very impulsive thing to do. Very out of character for my little planner.” He arches a blond brow.
I search for an answer, but I’ve got nothing. I’m too busy trying not to hyperventilate from arousal.
“Don’t worry, angel.” He bends down to murmur against my lips, “You don’t have to plan anything ever again. I’m in charge.”
Mini orgasm.
I never knew how hot it could be to watch someone tie me up. I lie quietly as Lance leans over me, propping me the way he wants. He kisses my palm before winding the rope around my wrists. Within seconds, I’m trussed with my arms above my head, tied to the sturdy mahogany headboard. I look up at the ceiling and wiggle my toes.
“Four-poster bed,” I murmur. “Convenient.”
Lance winks and sets the rope down at the foot of the bed. And then I realize it wasn’t convenient. It was planned. He thought of everything, and that is so hot. I can lie back and give in to pleasure.
“Comfortable?” he asks, grasping my foot with his hand.
I stretch a little bit, loosening my shoulders. “I’m good.” My naked body is stretched out like a virgin’s on an altar. Lance walks to the end of the bed, where the bed posts frame him. He slowly draws up his shirt and lets it drop. His dick presses against the seam of his jeans. I lick my lips, but he only undoes the button of his jeans, nothing else, before coming around to test the ropes holding my arms.
He tugs each one, then runs one finger down my inner arm. It tickles but I can't move or do anything about it. Damn, that's hot. He settles between my legs and I arch my back, pushing my breasts up further so they’re on display. He licks at them, then kisses a path down my belly to my pussy. I jerk, and he growls at me. “If you don't stay still, I'll make you.”