Kinked Kisses (Club Stratosphere Book 1) Page 3

  “You can stay with me,” he offered, leaning back to look her in the eyes. “I have plenty of room in the garage to store your stuff, and a guest bedroom, if you want it.”

  Uncertainty flashed through her eyes. She frowned and looked away from his steady gaze. “I don’t know.”

  He gave her an encouraging smile. “Come on. Let’s get the boxes in the garage and your bags in the house. You can think about my offer while we’re moving stuff.”

  She nodded and he gave her a gentle kiss. Mother Nature, ever the opportunist, chose that moment to punctuate the caress with a thundering boom and flash of lightning.

  “Oh, shit.” Releasing Lexa, Tom moved to the patio doors and yanked the sliding glass panel open. The first thick drop of rain hit the decking with a splat as he gestured for her to precede him. “Let’s get that stuff inside before it really starts to pour.”

  Lexa dashed outside and Tom hit the garage door opener button beside the door on his way through. He quickly followed her across the yard and joined Lexa in moving boxes and bags.

  ***

  They were down to the final two boxes and one of her suitcases when the skies fully opened on them. Tom looked up at the steel gray clouds above and cursed the torrential rain falling from the sky. He picked up two boxes and ran for cover. Lexa passed him on her way out of the garage as she ran for the last suitcase.

  Several minutes later, soaked to the skin and laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, Tom deposited the largest of Lexa’s suitcases on the dining room floor. Despite their mad dash to get everything in the house, the water dripping off the bag formed a large puddle on the tiles.

  “Oh well,” Lexa sighed. “The stuff inside will dry. They should only contain clothes.”

  Tom nodded, “We can throw them in the dryer or hang them to dry later.” He let his gaze travel over her waterlogged dress. The thin material moulded to the curves of her breasts, showing off nipples pebbled by the cold rain. He swallowed the lump blocking his throat and stepped closer.

  Lexa met him halfway and reached out, bringing her hands to rest on his chest. One by one she undid the buttons on his wet dress shirt, parting the material to run her fingers over his chest. He groaned, and she smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

  “Lex?” he asked, his voice wavering. She looked up at him from beneath her thick lashes and winked.

  “Shush,” she replied, putting her right index finger over his lips to silence him. “I’ve been waiting all day to get my hands on you and I’m not going to let being kicked out of my house keep me from getting what I want. And right now? I want you.”

  He chuckled softly and her nimble fingers continued their path down his stomach. She pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his pants, making short work of the last few buttons. Chilled by the rain, her fingertips brushed his skin and set off a cascade of goose bumps that ended with his nipples pebbled beneath the thin layer of his shirt.

  Tom lifted a hand to caress the full sweep of her lower lip and noted the way she trembled. He caught one of her hands in his free one and took a step back.

  “Come on,” he urged. “We’re both freezing and I have the perfect solution to meet both our needs.”

  Tugging gently on her hand, Tom led Lexa down the hall to the bathroom. He stepped inside the glass walled shower and, careful not to stand directly in the trajectory of the spray, turned the water on to warm up. Steam began to billow in the bottom of the enclosure after a minute or two, and he swivelled back to face Lexa.

  She smirked and spread wide the already unbuttoned sides of her dress. Dark pink lace encased the creamy swells of her breasts. The puckered, brownish tips stood erect and visible through the thin material. Small silver barbells decorated each nipple. The piercings were a delectable surprise and his cock bucked in response to the visual stimuli.

  “God,” he said in a low voice as he stepped closer. “You’re beautiful.”

  Her cheeks and the tops of her breasts colored with a soft blush. She turned her face away, giving him a view of her profile as she demurely cast her gaze toward the floor. Tom reached out and slid the dress from her shoulders. He bent to press a kiss to the curve of her neck as she reached up to slide his shirt off. The material, tailored to fit him perfectly, bunched around his elbows and trapped his arms to his side.

  Tom chuckled low, kissed the curve of her neck and stepped back to shuck the garment. He tossed it in the general direction of the hamper, the slither of wet material on plastic confirming he’d nailed the shot.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered and began stripping. “Eyes up, Lex. Watch.”

  She did as he instructed, hands clasped in front of her as she stood still and focused her attention on his actions. Hunger and desire darkened her eyes with each piece of clothing he removed. He couldn’t wait to see how she looked when they were naked, and he was inside of her. The thought of her delicate pink flesh parting, taking him in, pulled a deep groan from Tom’s throat.

  “Good girl,” he praised, voice modulated just loud enough for her to hear over the rush of the shower. She flicked him a glance, eyes narrowed, and he winked. Yes, the gesture communicated to her. He knew her little secret.

  Taking his time, Tom undid his belt buckle. Lexa’s eyes tracked every movement as he slid leather through metal, pulled the clasp free of the hole, and let the sides hang loose from the belt loops. He moved to the button on his pants and popped it open. He undid the zipper, one slow torturous inch at a time, and revealed his naked erection. Tom palmed his cock, running his hand up the shaft and back down again. The tip of her pink tongue swept out over Lexa’s lip and Tom knew he’d won her full attention.

  “You went commando?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes making a quick trip up to meet his before diving back down to the show he was putting on for her.

  “Yep,” he replied, a cocky grin curving his lips. “Figured you shouldn’t be the only one walking around bare assed in front of the bosses.”

  Lexa laughed huskily and his shaft bucked in response. It was long past time to get naked. He dropped his pants, toed off his socks and stepped out of the pile of clothes. Any pretense of taking his time gone the moment she let out that sexy little laugh.

  “Come here,” he beckoned with a crook of his finger. “You’re overdressed.”

  The room had been relatively quiet while he stripped. Behind him, thick glass muted the shower’s spatter against the tiles, dulling the noise to a soft shush. His clothing had rustled during its removal and exile to the hamper. All of the sounds were quiet compared to the suddenly loud beating of his heart as she stepped into his space.

  He skimmed his hands over her ribs, sliding them around to caress the curve of her lower back. Tom marveled at the way her body fit his, so petite he could almost span her waist with both hands. Encountering the damp material of her dress, he pushed it down over her rear and it dropped to the tiles with a soggy plop.

  Bending to lay a series of kisses along Lexa’s shoulder, Tom glanced down the line of her back. Dark curls tumbled down over her smooth, creamy skin and pooled in the narrow dip of her waist. The hot pink garter belt she had on barely covered the rounded swell of her rear. Hands down, it was the best ass he’d ever seen, naked or otherwise. He noted a few faint bruises, crop marks from the shape of them. The pattern in which they were laid out struck him as familiar, and he resolved to ask her about them later.

  “Tom?” she whispered hesitantly against his ear. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip and held her to him.

  He shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathered her close. Her warm breath against his chest zinged lust straight to his groin.

  Lexa flicked her tongue over one of his nipples and he pulled back to look at her. Mischief glittered in the dark depths of her eyes and it made him wonder for a minute what kind of submissive he had on his hands.

  “Sorry,” he said. “You’ve got me feeling like a teenager with his first girl. A bad g
irl. One who likes to lick things without permission.”

  She chuckled and nipped at his chest. “You’re definitely not a teenager and, that I can make you feel this way… it’s a huge compliment.” Lexa smiled at him. “What I wanted to say though, was that I accept your offer. I’ll stay here until—.”

  He cut her off, a wide grin spreading over his lips. “You can stay as long as you want.” Tom cupped her face between his hands and leaned in close. “Now, shush. We’re both freezing from the rain. Let’s warm up in the shower, and we can discuss it later. Okay?”

  Lexa nodded, her eyes downcast. Tom grinned and swatted her backside. “Good girl. Let’s get you warmed up. I want to fuck you, but I want something more than shower sex for our first time together, Lex.”

  Chapter Three

  Tom laid her out on the bed. Standing between Alexandra’s parted thighs, he bent and kissed the midway point between her navel and the cleft of her pussy. Moisture from their shared shower dotted her pale skin, and he darted his tongue out to taste her. His head swam as the intoxicating blend of sensory input overtook him. The slightly salty taste of her skin and his favorite shower gel combined with her natural scent to form an powerful mix, and Tom knew he would never get enough.

  She moaned, draping a supple thigh over his arm where he’d rested a hand on the bed to steady himself. Her hips rocked up, backside lifting from the bed, demanding more than the light touches on offer. Tom smirked against Lexa’s warm skin and nipped at her labia as a subtle warning. He’d overlook the bold move, for now. Soon enough she’d learn to trust him to take her where they needed to go.

  “Patience, kitten,” he murmured against her mound. “We’ll get there. All in good time.”

  He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Damn. She’s sexy as sin, he mused and licked a trail from the smooth skin of her mons up to her belly button. Lexa shifted and Tom looked up to find her raised up on her elbows, watching him.

  “Please,” she pouted and reached down to sweep a finger over his bottom lip. “I need you, Tom. Now. Please?”

  Tom pushed down the surge of lust raging through him. He nipped at her finger tip, smirking when she pulled her hand back, her mouth forming a little ‘o’ as she cradled the offended digit. The heat blazing in her eyes nearly undid his will to hold out as long as he could.

  “Kitten,” he groaned and slid up to kiss her pouty lips. Placing a hand between Lexa’s breasts, he firmly pushed her back down. “As tempting as that offer is, I want to make this good for you. I need to.” He pushed the fingers of his free hand through her damp locks, gripping a thick fistful of them at the back of her head, and held Lexa’s gaze with his own. “Can you relax, and trust me to do that? Let me take control. I’ll make it better than you could imagine, Babygirl. Promise.”

  He gave Lexa’s hair a gentle tug, urging an answer from her. The Dominant in him knew this situation required patience, but the man—the one who’d waited months to get her exactly where she was—he wanted an answer right now.

  Determined to wait her out, Tom gave her hair another tug to remind her of his request. He watched her breath catch, noting the rapid rise and fall of Lexa’s chest against his own as she resumed breathing. Her pupils dilated, turning the chocolate brown irises almost black as they expanded. Every other part of Lexa’s body stilled, her submissive nature finally asserting itself.

  “Well, kitten?” He prodded once more. Lexa managed a faint nod, but that wasn’t enough for Tom. He wanted, needed, the verbalization of her consent. “Say it. Out loud. Look me in the eyes, Lexa. Do you consent?”

  The bubble gum pink tip of her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. She looked him straight in the eyes, unwavering, and smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  Tom groaned, a shudder running through him as she gave the appropriate response. “Good girl,” he bent to kiss her once more. He looked her in the eyes and smiled wickedly. “Now relax, and no cumming until I say so. Understood?”

  Lexa nodded, and rested her hands on his biceps. “Yes, Sir. Understood.”

  He smirked, the slight pout on her lips not unnoticed when she responded to his command. She was definitely submissive. He’d known as much from conversations with Barry in the backyard. Get a few beers into him and no secret was safe with the bitter, angry man. He’d been all too happy to divulge Lexa’s sexual proclivities with Tom one Sunday afternoon.

  Giving himself a mental shake, Tom refocused on the woman laying open and willing beneath him. He nipped at the swell of her right breast, sinking his teeth into the soft underside. Lexa’s breath caught and she rewarded him with a small moan, her back arching to press the flesh up in supplication. He flicked his tongue over the tiny bite to soothe away any pain, loving the small shudder that worked its way through her body.

  Tom moved lower, flicking his tongue over the barbell piercing the tight bud of Lexa’s nipple. He closed his lips over the areola, drawing the tip into his mouth. The metal clicked against his teeth as he flicked his tongue over the turgid flesh. Releasing her nipple, Tom slipped his arms beneath Lexa and scooted her higher onto the bed. She squeaked as he lifted her from the mattress and he fought a chuckle at the adorable sound. What other sounds, he wondered, could he elicit from his bold little submissive?

  Settled on the bed, Tom stretched himself out against her. He closed his eyes and bit back a pained groan. His hard cock pressing into the mattress reminded Tom of how much he wanted the delectable woman spread out for him. His mouth practically watered, the need to taste her driving him mad. He fought the desire to lose himself in her. There would be plenty of time for that if he had his way, and it would be so easy. Of that, he held no doubts.

  “Tom?” The hesitation in Lexa’s voice pulled Tom from his thoughts and he opened his eyes. Her brow was furrowed, concern wavering in the dark depths of her eyes as she reached to caress his cheek with her fingertips. “Are you okay?”

  He nodded as he shifted to ease the pressure on his erection. “I’m great.”

  Lexa glanced down the length of him, her lips curving up in a small smirk as she surmised the source of his discomfort. His cock jumped, the intensity of her gaze almost a physical touch. “Yes, you are.”

  “Smartass,” Tom grinned. Submissive, with a touch of brat. Fuck. Yeah. “I’ll have to think up a suitable punishment for that one, little girl.” He cocked his head at her, one eyebrow lifted in question. She bit her lip, eyes widening as realization sank in. Tom’s lips lifted in a knowing smile. “Maybe a nice, firm spanking. One meant to put smart mouthed little subs in their places. But first…”

  Before she could form a response, Tom slid down Lexa’s body. He licked and kissed a trail down the center of her abdomen, circling the shallow dip of her belly button. She shuddered, goosebumps scattering across her pale skin. He smirked, licking from the top of her cleft and over the smooth expanse of Lexa’s mound. The rasp of fingernails on material caught his attention, and Tom glanced over to see her fingers flexing against the heavy cotton coverlet.

  Tom refocused, nipping down the crease of Lexa’s left leg. Her muscles twitched and trembled beneath the smooth skin of her thigh, but she kept still without a direction to do so. Tom switched sides, repeating the motion down the crease of her other leg. He delighted in the small moans Lexa emitted, the light tremble increasing with each flick of his tongue.

  Turning his face slightly, Tom flattened his tongue and slowly dragged it up the length of Lexa’s vulva from the tight pucker of her ass to the tiny bundle of her clit. As he reached the very top of the crease he pointed his tongue, dipping between her labia to tease at the tiny nub hidden beneath.

  Lexa gasped his name, her hips bucking as he pushed deeper and sucked her clit into his mouth. Cream gushed from her hole and he dipped his tongue out, licking up every drop. Tom groaned, the sweet and tangy taste of Lexa’s fluids coating his tongue and filling his senses. Sliding his hands up, he rested them on her upper thighs and used his thumbs to ho
ld Lexa’s labia wide open. Nestled near the top of her glistening pink sex, Lexa’s clit peeped out from it’s hood, beckoning him in for more, like a siren to his Odysseus. It was the sexiest, most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

  Looking up at Lexa, Tom nipped at her clit. She jerked and mewled, her back arching as he blew over the sensitive little nub. His cock kicked in response, the erotic sight she presented as she struggled to keep control driving him to the brink with lust. He needed to be inside of her, soon. “No cumming, Lexa.” He licked her, slowly circling the flesh surrounding Lexa’s clit but not touching the swollen bundle of nerves. “Not until I say.”

  She licked her lips, her head rocking against the coverlet. “Yes,” she panted. Lexa lifted her head, meeting his gaze, and gave him a slight nod. “When you say. I want… Can I, please?” she hesitated, and Tom cocked a brow as he dipped down for another taste of her.

  “You want what, Lexa?” He lazily circled her clit, daring her to answer him through the haze of lust clouding her eyes, and undoubtedly, her head. “You want to cum?” He lapped at the cream oozing from her opening, tucking his tongue inside to gather more of the savory treat.

  ***

  Lexa moaned, her hips twitching each time he pushed his tongue inside of her. Her body was on fire, nerve endings firing frantic messages throughout her system. Every muscle tensed, her heart pounding like a bass drum with every flick of Tom’s skillful tongue and soft gust of breath against her sensitive flesh. Oh, how she craved this man, desired and needed what he offered. Control, release… freedom. “No,” she whimpered, hands hovering over the heavy, swollen rounds of her breasts. “I want to touch. Please, Sir?”

  She lifted her head, finding the flash of his green eyes as they studied her above the dip of her belly. A lock of blond hair curled across his forehead, the tousled mass so different from the usual polished and professional look she was used to from Tom. Lexa’s eyes widened as he dragged another slow, teasing lick over her sex. She silently implored him to answer the request, her fingers flexing over the mounds of her breasts. The need to cum was quickly overwhelming her, and Lexa knew well enough how to keep that from happening. She needed a little pain to keep her off the edge until Tom gave her permission to jump off and into the pool of pleasure at the bottom. The pain would only stop her for so long. Soon enough it would simply be another layer of pleasure and when that happened… She could only hope that Tom understood what he was dealing with when he’d taken her to bed. Somehow he’d known she was submissive, but had he guessed at the masochistic part of her as well?