Naughty Nicks (10 page)

“If I’m not careful I’m going to come all over your sheets before we get to the main attraction.”

“That would be a bad thing.” She nodded solemnly. “I believe we have condoms and suspenders to use first.”

“It would be a shame to let those go to waste. However, I can’t leave these beautiful gems unattended.”

It would have taken a far stronger man than himself to resist the temptation of Kim’s body. He could have spent hours, days doing nothing but sucking and fondling every inch of her skin, marking her as his.

And there was no doubt that after tonight she would be.

Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue across the closest nipple. Unlike her clit piercing, the barbell here stuck out in a prominent manner, giving him more room to tease and tug the metal. The nipple was already hard, but under his teasing somehow grew bigger. She was soft, pliant beneath his touch. Clearly, she had a far faster recovery time than he assumed.
Awesome.

The more he sucked and teased her nipples, pinched and licked at them, the more insistent her moans became. Blake lost himself in the sensations, ignoring the tiny voice in the back of his head that continued to whisper doubts, and focused on giving Kim as much pleasure as he could.

When she tugged at his head, pulling him free from the object of his attention, it was Blake’s turn to moan in protest. That was until he saw her holding up the red suspenders.

Kim’s smirk should have been the first warning that things were about to take a turn on him.

The second was when she took his free hand and began to wrap the elastic around his wrist.

“What are you doing?”
Shut up mouth
,
this isn’t a bad thing.

“I’m ready to try these out.” She stopped moving and looked up at him with an innocent expression that could have won her an Oscar. “You don’t mind do you?”

“Do I mind being tied up with company equipment on my best employee’s bed?” He pretended to think about it for all of three seconds. “Surprisingly I don’t.”

“Oh good. Because I would have hated it if we had to stop. Now, boss-man, shift back on my bed, hands over your head and let’s test these babies out.”

Chapter Seven

Kim wasn’t about to admit how nervous she’d been when Blake had finally stripped naked. He was sporting his ever impressive North Pole, the perfect addition to his sexy body. But this was Blake, not simply another man who she had a crush on. She knew he’d look after her, give her what she needed, but when everything was done she was still scared he’d take off.

Especially since he had this crazy idea that he was too old for her.

The opportunity to get tied up and engage in a round of kinky sex was too good to pass up. But she didn’t want to risk Blake taking off once things calmed down and his far too rational brain kicked back in. So pushing her own kinky desires aside, Kim started on her Plan B option and secured the suspenders around his wrists.

“Wiggle your fingers for me.” He did so, somehow managing to flick her nipple as he did. “Jerk.”

“Do I need to call you Mistress or something now?”

“Naw, I’m not really all that controlling. Plus, would you actually take me seriously if I started going all Domme on your ass?”

She grinned, and was thrilled when he returned the gesture. “Not really.”

“The next thing I need to do then, is slide the free end through the slat and wrap it around here...”

After a few fumbled attempts, Kim eventually managed to get the suspenders tied to her headboard. The white elastic was now visible through the red fabric as it pulled. They would be useless to anyone once they were done. Probably for the best considering what she was about to do to him.

Kim shuffled down the mattress and swung a leg over his thighs. His cock twitched and he tugged on the restraints when she shifted her pussy closer to his groin, but not enough to actually touch him. Mirroring an earlier move of his, she slid both her hands up his sides, feeling the skin, muscles and ribs beneath.

“You are a very good-looking man.” Kim brought her hands down to frame his cock, still careful not to touch him there. “And I’m going to enjoy this.”

“I feel it’s only fair to warn you. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. Well, since I’ve done anything except jerk off.”

“Dare I ask what you jerk off to? Porn? Magazines? Fan fiction?”

“Fan...what? No.”

Kim loved this, hadn’t had the pleasure of being with a lover who knew how to tease and could tease back. Sex was supposed to be fun, playful, satisfying on more than simply a physical level. Blake needed to forge this type of connection with a woman, and she wanted to make sure when it was all said and done, she was the woman he chose for that job.

She slid down his legs so she was able to position her face above the head of his shaft. The scent of his arousal had her mouth watering, even though she had no intention of finishing him off this way. “So, are you trying to tell me you don’t think you’re going to last long?”

“I’m going to come right now if you keep looking at my cock like that.”

She swiped away a bead of pre-come that had risen with her tongue. “Well we can’t have that. Where are those condoms?”

Blake groaned and slammed his head back onto her pillow. “In the bag. Living room.”

The last thing she wanted was to leave him, but necessities were exactly that. “Don’t move.”

He snorted as he tugged on the suspenders. “I’ll try and sit tight.”

Running naked through her apartment was not something she did on a daily basis, so bolting for the condoms felt as though she were participating in a naughty scavenger hunt. It took no time to scoop the wrappers from the bottom of the bag and race back to where her prize lay squirming.

“Got them.” She freed one from the package and climbed back into position. “Would you like me to put this on you?”

“You really do have a mean streak, you know that right?” He growled and tugged his hands once more. “At some point, you’ll have to undo these and there will be payback.”

With the condom just above his cock, Kim paused. “Maybe I should leave you here then. I could feed you. Wash your body. Use you whenever I want.”

“You can use me now.” He bucked his hips. “We’re just missing one key piece.”

Desire pulsed through her body, starting at her clit and working its way through every bit of her. He did that to her, made her crazy with desire so that her body couldn’t resist.

Her fingers shook as she slid the condom down his shaft. His skin was hot to the touch, hard and ready for her. Something changed between them, the light mood shifting into something with weight, meaning she hadn’t thought of before. By the time Kim positioned his cock between her legs, her heart was pounding and her breathing had gone shallow.

“Christ.” His voice was soft, as though he hadn’t intended on speaking.

Letting her breath out slowly, Kim lowered her body onto him. Inch by inch he spread her open, filled her with heat and need. Pleasure rolled outward as their bodies joined, becoming one. When her clit, now swollen more than she ever remembered it being, touched his pubic bone, she gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Blake jerked on the suspenders. “Get me out of these.”

“No.”

Another jerk, this time harder. “I want to touch you.”

Instead of doing what he asked, Kim leaned forward, pressing her chest to his. With their height differences, her head only came up to his jawline, allowing her to rest below his shoulder. “I’ve dreamed about this. Being with you again.”

“Kim—”

It was a bit awkward, but she was able to start an easy rhythm, fucking herself on his cock. “I’ve hated January for three years now. It meant that Nicks was done and I wouldn’t get to see you as much. That you’d go back to your other job, your other life, and I’d be left to wonder and worry about you.”

Turning her face so it was now against his throat, Kim kissed and licked the skin. She braced her hands by his armpits, knowing she’d want the leverage shortly.

Blake swallowed, the muscles of his throat moving beneath her mouth. “I thought about you all the time. Wondering what you were doing, who you were with. I’d pick up the phone to call you, but it didn’t seem right.”

Despite not having the use of his hands, Blake was more than able to do things to her. He matched the beat of her gentle rhythm, fucking up to meet her thrusts. The change in the angle put more pressure on her clit piercing, driving her arousal higher than before.

“Fuck, that. More.” She pushed herself up so she now looked down at him. There was no masking of emotions, nothing held back in his expression. It was a look of pure desire, longing, and something she wasn’t brave enough to label.

Her body wasn’t going to allow her to think rationally about Blake any longer, only act. Widening her legs helped increase the contact between them. She started adding in a few swivels, and rolled her body. The change was more than enough to put her on the path to orgasm.

“God.” She squeezed her eyes shut.

“You going to come again?” He continued to fuck up into her. “That’s my girl. Use me. Ride me hard until I feel you squeeze my cock with your pussy. Shit, you are so hot, baby. I’m going to come so hard. But only when you let me.”

Every inch of her was screaming for release. Kim rubbed against him, wanting to feel his body against her. His chest hair teased her hardened nipples, increasing her pleasure tenfold. “Blake...”

He turned his face and kissed her temple. “Come for me.”

“I...”

“Baby, please. I can’t hold out much longer. I need to know I can make you happy. Come for me.”

He wanted to make her happy. Blake, the man who needed her to help him, who relied on her to run Nicks even though she had no business experience, wanted to make her happy. That knowledge was all it took, sending Kim’s body into free fall. Her orgasm ripped through her, forcing her to cling to him. Waves of pleasure enhanced her thoughts of him, of them, of how perfect this was. Them together.

Kim hooked her arms around his shoulders and continued to ride him hard. Even with her orgasm gone and her body begging for a respite, she wouldn’t slow down until she knew he was there with her. Sweat covered her skin as she continued the brutal pace, needing to feel him come.

“Yes, yes, fuck.” He pulled air into his lungs in great gasps, his body shaking beneath her. “I can’t—”

She lowered her head to his nipple and flicked it with her tongue. Giving one final gasp, Blake went ramrod straight and moaned. Kim tried to continue to ride him, but after a few seconds she knew he was done. They both collapsed, their bodies joined together with sweat.

Pressing a kiss to his chest, she leaned her head above his heart. It was pounding steadily, allowing Kim to relax. “Wow.”

“I’m sorry, Blake isn’t available at the moment. Please leave a message and he’ll get back to you when his brain returns from visiting his cock.”

A giggle exploded from her. “I love you.”

In one moment, Blake was a pliant mass beneath her body. In the next he’d gone far too still for her liking. It was then she realized what she’d said.

“Shit.” She lifted her head to see he was once again tugging at the suspenders. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Blake—”

“Why don’t you cut these off me and we’ll talk.”

Kim knew she was faced with a choice—keep him tied up so he wouldn’t run out on her, or free him and risk him leaving before anything was resolved.

If he wanted to leave, to say thanks for the great sex but we need to keep things as they were, there was nothing she could do to stop him. They’d be right back to where they were three years ago. As tempting as the idea of keeping him tied to her bed was, eventually someone would come looking for him.

But if she did as he asked, went and got the scissors and freed him before they had a chance to actually talk through the crazy rollercoaster ride of emotions they’d both been on for the past few weeks, she knew a part of her heart would die. It was a pre-teen reaction to a grownup situation, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Kim?” Blake’s frown pulled at his lips, drawing her attention back to his handsome face. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” She smiled as she slipped from his body, knowing there was only one logical choice. “I’ll go get those scissors.”

Chapter Eight

It was easy to see Kim’s fears flick across her face before she left the room. Blake could only guess what exactly those doubts entailed, but knowing her the way he did, he had to guess it was about him leaving. It made sense. He’d never expressed his interest in her before a few weeks ago, and now he was tied naked to her bed. They’d always had their one-night stand hanging between them, and now they’d done something that they wouldn’t be able to ignore.

As the minutes ticked on and he could hear her rummaging around in the other room, he was beginning to wonder if she was going to leave him attached to her bed after all. Not that he’d complain too much about it, even though his arms would be sore after a while. Still, when she finally reappeared, scissors in one hand and a dripping face cloth in the other, the nervousness that had been slowly building dissipated.

“I thought you might want to get cleaned up before you got out of bed.” She dropped the warm, wet cloth onto his cock, before leaning over him to start cutting the elastic. “Poor Ryan will be upset that I trashed these. He was the one who uses them mostly.”

“I promise to buy him new ones.”

The blood raced back into his fingers and his shoulders complained as she released him one hand at a time. “Ouch.”

“Let me help.” Still naked, Kim sat cross-legged on the mattress beside him, massaging his biceps. “You’re not used to being in a position like that for a long time.”

“Are you?” It was strange. He thought he knew Kim well after the time they’d spent together, but the past few days had proved him wrong. If she was into kinky sex, it wouldn’t bother him in the least. “I’m curious.”

“Not really.” She picked up his arm and placed it on her lap. “I like to experiment, but I haven’t had a lot of practical application for most of my fantasies.”

“Me either.” Reaching down with his free hand, he pulled the condom off and wiped his groin. Megs had always hated watching him do this, complaining about how gross it was. Kim simply smiled and increased the pressure of the massage. “I guess it’s all about finding the right partner to experiment with.”

“That’s the truth.” Kim kept her gaze lowered, and her strokes came to a halt. “Do you think you’ll ever find the right partner? I mean, I know your marriage didn’t go so well. But in the three years I’ve known you, you haven’t talked about dating at all. You need to put yourself back out there.”

“It wasn’t something I was interested in.” Blake had made a point of keeping the details about his relationship with Megs out of Naughty Nicks. He’d wanted to keep the poisonous feelings that emerged whenever he thought about his ex-wife out of his head, and away from the one place that gave him peace. He knew Kim had picked up bits and pieces over her time with him, he’d given her a few tidbits of himself, but nothing big.

Maybe it was time to finally open up.

“You’ve been amazing to work with, Kim. I don’t think you realize how much I needed someone like you in my life after my divorce. You knew when to push me and when I needed you to back off, without me having to tell you, or needing to explain.”

“I didn’t do anything.” A blush rose across her cheeks. “I was just so excited to have a job. Especially such an awesome one.”

“It’s pretty hard to turn down Santa strippers.” He chuckled, before rolling onto his side. “Lie down with me.”

If she was surprised that he wasn’t running out the door, Kim didn’t show it. Instead she looked at him for a long moment before sliding into place. Blake braced his head against his hand, allowing himself to look down. It gave him the perfect view of her forearm and her tattooed script.
Life’s a journey
,
not a destination.

“That first year after Megs left I was angry. She’d broken my heart at Christmas, which is a cold thing to do. But you came into my life when I needed you to and you eased the pain with amazing sex. That first-year anniversary was hard, but you made that better by making me laugh.” She started to speak, but he pressed a finger to her lips. “Let me finish. I appreciated you for that. The second year, I was distracted. I needed to figure out who I was again. I needed to decide what was important to me. You made that better by asking the right questions and offering sound advice.”

Kim’s eyes welled up with tears, but they didn’t spill from her eyes. She swallowed before sucking on her bottom lip. He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose, then her eyebrow, before moving down to her cheek.

“This year I realized I was lonely. I’d been so busy being angry at her I hadn’t realized how much time and space that anger had taken. With those feelings gone, the one thing I truly missed was companionship. I’m not a guy who’s meant to be alone. I love having a woman around I can laugh with, tease, talk to. I hadn’t been looking forward to this Christmas because it would be yet another year where I’d be on my own, the odd man out at the family gathering.”

He’d been prepared to go down that road too. That was until he finally realized he didn’t have to.

“I know I’m too old for you—”

“Wait a minute.” Kim reached up and cupped his cheek. “Okay, yes, you’re a bit older than me—”

“Ten years older—”

“But it’s not like I’m a kid. I know what I want from life and I can figure out who I want to spend my time with. I happen to have a thing for older men. And it’s not like you’re ancient. You’re thirty-five—”

“Thirty-six.”

“Not eighty. And I’m not a teenager. We can figure this stuff out as we go, but it’s not a valid reason not to give things a try.”

He knew it wasn’t, though he suspected there would always be that small part of him that would worry. “I’ve wanted to try for a while now, but I think I was too chicken-shit to go for it.”

She reached for his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. This wasn’t the same as yesterday’s kiss beneath the mistletoe. That was full of curiosity and repressed desire. Now they knew what each other tasted like, how their bodies fit together naked. No, this kiss was something else, something more.

He closed his eyes and let everything be. He absorbed every vibe she was giving off. The gentle caress of her fingers in his hair and how it sent shivers down his back. How the comfort of her arms around him seemed the most natural thing in the world.

Kim wasn’t only a friend, an employee, a lover...she
fit
. She was the piece of the puzzle that had been missing for a long time now.

With a final swipe of her tongue against his, she broke the kiss. “The last time I said this, it kinda slipped out. So I want to say it again, without you being tied to the bed, without my brain being sex drunk. I love you. It crept up on me over the years, but it feels right. I love a lot about you, your humor and work ethic, but mostly just you.”

He’d started Naughty Nicks as a way to thumb his nose at his ex, but instead discovered his amazing naughty elf.

Kissing her once again, Blake smiled against her lips. “I love you too.”

The look of tentative hope was blasted away by her grin. “You do?”

“I think I must. I wouldn’t take stripping lessons from two cocky assholes, a gay man and a giant human-shaped dog two weeks before Christmas for just anyone.”

“Ryan’s not an asshole. He’s just stressed about work and finding the right apprenticeship for his next work term—” His kiss interrupted her explanation and earned him a slap to the shoulder. “Don’t do that.”

“What? Kiss you?” He covered her mouth once more with his. “Why not?”

“I’m trying to talk.”

“Okay, then talk.”

Before she even took a breath, he rolled on top of her, raining kisses across her face. “Little elf, come home with me for Christmas.”

“No, you’re mean to me and won’t let me talk.” She gave him another Oscar-worthy pout. “Big meany.”

“I promise we’ll watch
White Christmas
and drink eggnog.”

“With rum?”

“I suppose. We’ll have to fight my mum off for it though.”

Kim reached for a blanket that had fallen to the floor during sex and threw it over them. “I’ll promise not to hurt your mom, but no one messes with my nog.”

Snuggling together, a sense of rightness fell on him. This might not have been the direction he’d thought his life would take when he’d first opened Nicks, but it had certainly worked out for the best.

Naughty Nick found his wicked wonderful elf. And he intended for them to have a very merry Christmas indeed.