Riding The Line Part 24

She elbowed him in the ribs. 'Too late and too corny.'

He chuckled and settled her closer against him relishing the sweet fragrance of her newly washed hair and her own unique scent.

'It's cool having Jay and the production company footing the hotel bill.' He pointed at his cowboy boots. 'Or should I say booting the bill?'

'You're so not funny.' Robyn grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

'Then how come you're trying not to laugh?'

She glanced up at him, the suspicion of a smile on her lips. 'I'm laughing at you, not with you.'

He clutched at his heart. 'Now you've hurt my feelings.'

'You don't have feelings. You're a man.'

With a growl he encircled her in his arms and carefully rolled her on to the floor.

'I have feelings.' He stared down into her eyes and couldn't look away. 'I have strong feelings for you, anyway.'

She licked her lips. 'Don't say that.'

'Why not?'

'Because your timing sucks.'

'So would tomorrow at six be any better?'

She turned her head away. 'As I keep telling you, I'm not in a good place in my life. I can't handle anything heavy.'

He shifted his weight, leant into her, his hips aligned with hers and her legs spread open wide by his.

'Dakota . . .'

He kissed her mouth, kissed her until she started to kiss him back, her tongue entangling with his and drawing his deeper. He slid a hand into her hair, cradled her skull in his palm and held her steady. After a long while he lifted his head.

'Why won't you give me a chance to prove you wrong?'

'Because I like you, OK? Because I don't want to drag you down with me.' She sighed. 'And you're doing it again. Starting a serious conversation when I'm l.u.s.ting after your body. It's so not fair.'

'It's the only time I have your full attention, honey, and I'll take whatever chances I get.'

She touched his cheek, brushed her fingertips over his already swollen lips. 'How about you just shut up and let me show you how I feel about you tonight?'

Her answer was so unexpected he found himself simply staring at her. His c.o.c.k filled out so fast it jammed against the zipper of his jeans.

'What exactly do you mean?'

She exhaled loudly. 'G.o.d, you are the most annoying man I've ever met. I'm offering you every s.e.xual favor a guy could ever want and you're stopping to ask for details.'

'But I like to know what I'm getting.'

'It's not room service, Dakota, there's no menu, just me.'

He rolled off her on to the floor and stretched his arms out over his head. 'OK.'

'OK, what?'

'I'm ready for you to do what you want with me.' He fluttered his eyelashes at her. 'Be gentle.'

Her answering smile was full of delicious promise as she straddled him. 'I don't think you need gentle, Dakota. I think you need to be mastered.'

She removed his soft leather belt, looped it around the leg of the heavy iron coffee table and used it to secure his wrists together. He tried to wriggle his hands free and realized she'd tied him up real tight. Good thing he'd taken off his shirt earlier. In the mood Robyn was in, she might have been tempted to cut it off him.

Her fingers walked across his chest and settled over his nipples. His whole body jerked as she rolled his hardened flesh between her finger and thumb. A dull stab of desire shot straight to Dakota's c.o.c.k adding to his growing antic.i.p.ation. When Robyn bent her head and licked his nipples he groaned.

'Take some clothes off for me, honey.'

She raised her eyebrows. 'You're not supposed to be talking. Say one more thing and I'll have to gag you.'

He stared at her, fought the uneasy excitement her words stirred in him. Talking and f.u.c.king were his two favorite things to do together. How the h.e.l.l was he supposed to keep quiet? He licked his lips and closed them tightly together.

Robyn smiled and removed her T-shirt. His mouth went dry when he saw her b.r.e.a.s.t.s encased in black silk and lace. She leant over him until her bra brushed his mouth.

'How about you use your mouth for something more important than talking?'

He moved his head, seeking her nipple and focused his attention on sucking her through the satin. Her hips moved against his, rubbing his jeans-covered c.o.c.k against the smooth cotton of her capris. He groaned as she gave him her other breast and then suckled that one too. It was weird not having his hands on her, made him feel less in control, more vulnerable to her touch. Not that he minded. If this was what it took to make her trust him in bed, it was worth it.

She sat back and he simply stared at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s: the black satin darkened by his mouth, her hardened nipples clinging to the wet fabric. She knelt up and shimmied out of her capris and panties, her gaze intent on him, her cheeks flushed. G.o.d, she looked so f.u.c.king beautiful he wanted to take her to bed and keep her there for the rest of their lives.

'I think I've found another use for your mouth.'

He held his breath as she crawled up his chest and positioned herself over his face. He breathed in the scent of her arousal, tried to lick her, couldn't quite reach. He strained upward, lifting his head to make the intimate contact he craved.

She moaned and lowered herself down until his tongue finally met her wet and swollen flesh. He licked all of her in long luscious strokes until her taste filled his mouth and cream flooded out of her. She undulated against him, one hand clenched on his shoulder, her nails digging deeper with every sweep of his tongue.

He rimmed her opening, used the tip of his tongue to penetrate her and then flicked her c.l.i.t in a hard fast rhythm that made her gasp and strain above him. G.o.d, he wanted to grab her hips and hold her in place but he couldn't, he could only pray that she'd let him make her come before she denied him this intimate pleasure. His tongue stabbed at her c.l.i.t as her juices ran into his mouth. The sound of her gasps and the slick wetness mirrored the frantic beating of his heart and the throb of his c.o.c.k.

She started to come, pressing her s.e.x down over his mouth, writhing and rocking over him as he tried to breathe through the thick wetness surrounding him. He felt each subtle clench of her p.u.s.s.y, shoved his tongue deep to experience every last tremor of her climax.

When she finally eased away from him, he was breathing like he'd run a mile. She smiled and bent to kiss him, sharing the taste of her own excitement as their mouths joined.

Dakota sighed. 'G.o.d, woman, you taste fantastic.'

She stopped smiling. 'You've just lost your talking privileges.'

Before he could protest, she drew a red paisley bandana out of her discarded capris and wrapped it around his mouth. He couldn't stop her tying the ends behind his head and making sure he could breathe before she sat back.

There was a sharp knock at the door. Robyn glanced over her shoulder and put her T-shirt and panties back on.

'Oh good, our food's here.'

He glared at her, tried to escape his bonds but couldn't. How the h.e.l.l was she going to get the food without the hotel guy seeing him tied up, erect and half-naked on the floor? He tried to bite through the gag and force it down over his chin but she'd tied it far too tight. He tensed as he heard her open the door and closed his eyes. A light conversation followed and Robyn laughed.

Were they laughing at him? Was he going to look up and find some guy staring down at him? He tried to keep still, hoped only his boots and jeans were visible from the door. The smell of fries and fresh chicken wafted over him and he realized he was hungry. She'd have to let him up to eat and then he'd get his revenge.

The door closed and Robyn came back, balancing a tray between her hands that she then set down on the coffee table above his head. He started to relax as he antic.i.p.ated her untying him and the meal they were about to share. Being tied up was too weird for him, although he'd sure like to try it out on Robyn. Antic.i.p.ation rose in his gut and helped to quell the ache of frustrated arousal throbbing through his b.a.l.l.s.

Robyn sat down beside him and crossed her legs. She held her chicken sandwich in her hand and took a hearty bite. 'This is good. Thanks for reminding me how much I liked it, Dakota.'

A fat blob of mayonnaise fell from the sandwich and landed on his abs.

Robyn frowned and put her food back on the plate. 'Sorry about that. Let me get it off you.'

Dakota tensed as she bent her head and slowly licked the mayonnaise from the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Silently he begged her to go lower, to trail her mouth across the bulge of his big c.o.c.k, and maybe even nibble on it a little. She sat back up and picked up her sandwich again.

He fastened his gaze on her but she didn't seem to be aware of him as she slowly chewed. A slice of tomato slipped out of the bun, followed by more mayonnaise and some lettuce.

She sighed. 'G.o.d, I'm really bad at finding my mouth tonight.'

Her long hair brushed his skin as she leant over him and delicately picked up the tomato slice with her teeth. He couldn't help a shiver of pure desire as she licked mayo out of his belly b.u.t.ton and headed lower. The lettuce lay draped across his fly like a limp flag.

He made a choked sound as she nuzzled at the denim and slowly lifted the lettuce away. The crown of his c.o.c.k fought to find a way out of his jeans; he could already see a dark patch of pre-come on the denim. Instinctively he lifted his hips toward her mouth but she moved away again.

He struggled to contain his breathing as she finished her sandwich and reached for something off the tray. What else had he ordered? What else did she intend to drop, drip and lick on him?

Robyn studied the long lean line of Dakota's outstretched body. Tension radiated off him in waves and he was lightly beaded with sweat. She licked her lips as she contemplated her next move. How long could she tease him like this before she had to have him? How long would he stand it?

She picked up the small silver jug of chocolate sauce the server had brought with her brownie and ice-cream sundae. She tested it with her finger. It was still slightly warm. Above the gag, Dakota's hazel eyes widened as he focused on the finger in her mouth. She dipped her finger in again and swirled the chocolate over his nipples, watched it harden on his skin. Far easier to lick and suck it off until he writhed against the floor and groaned into his gag.

She trickled a trail of sauce down his sternum and over his flat stomach, followed it with her tongue. The scent of his arousal mingled with the chocolate made her instantly wet. How amazing to have this time with him and to offer him this treat. He looked so hot, his arms stretched over his head, muscles flexing as he fought the deep tremors of desire she forced him to experience.

'Dakota Scott, you truly are a beautiful man, inside and out.'

She worked on the top snap of his jeans, aware of his wet c.o.c.k pushing against her fingers, desperate to get free. She slid her hand inside his jeans as she slowly lowered the zipper, felt his hot flesh jerk against her palm, then shoved his jeans down over his perfect a.s.s.

She studied his c.o.c.k, knew every second was torture to him, and how much he wanted to come. His breathing was fast, his heartbeat thumped in her ears. She held his shaft steady in her hand, slowly dribbled some chocolate sauce over him and sat back to watch it cling and harden on his skin. She sighed.

'I told you I was a messy eater but I promise I'll get you clean, OK?'

She set the very tip of her tongue on the slit of his c.o.c.k and probed his flesh. His hips jerked so violently upward that the entire crown of his c.o.c.k disappeared inside her mouth. The sound he made beneath his gag was almost inhuman. Robyn couldn't help smiling as she started to suck him clean. He was so wet now, the chocolate came off almost too easily, although she knew lower down she'd wish he'd waxed.

When she'd cleaned his c.o.c.k, she started on his b.a.l.l.s, careful not to press him too hard, wanting to keep him on edge a while longer, to make him beg for release, to make sure he never forgot her. She closed her eyes as she licked him, desperate to take all his scents inside her so that she'd always remember the intimacy of this moment.

It was difficult to stop touching him, but she made herself draw back and straddle him again. Heat smoldered in his gaze promising retribution as she finally looked him in the eye. His wrists looked red as if he'd been trying to escape his bonds.

'Are you hungry?'

His nod was so slow and suspicious that Robyn couldn't help but smile at him.

'Good, because I'm going to feed you.' She stared hard at him. 'But you're not to talk, or the gag goes back on, OK?'

Before she took off the gag, she slowly lowered herself over his c.o.c.k and held him deep. Hopefully that would distract him from even thinking about talking while she fed him. She picked up a few fries and pushed the gag down. Before he could draw breath, she shoved the fries into his mouth.

'Chew, baby.'

He complied, his lips brushing her fingers as he drew the fries into his mouth and finally swallowed. Inside her, his c.o.c.k twitched and throbbed. She got another couple of fries and brushed them across his lips.

'It's nice being the one doing the talking for a change. Usually it's you, trying to get what you want from me.'

He continued to chew the fries, his attention fixed on her face. She contracted her inner muscles and suddenly wanted to move on him more than she wanted to breathe.

'I love feeling you inside me, did you know that?'

He stopped chewing and simply stared at her. With a sigh she bent her head and kissed his salty oil slicked lips.

'I love the way we fit together and that you like me coming a lot and that you don't think that makes me a s.l.u.t.' His throat worked as she squeezed his shaft even tighter. 'I love the way you keep f.u.c.king me all night long . . .'

With an almighty growl, Dakota started to roll, bringing the table and the food crashing down with him. Even though his wrists were still bound together, he could at least use his arms. He pressed Robyn beneath him and started to f.u.c.k her as hard as he could. He didn't care if the world was about to end, he had to have her, had to come inside her.

She brought her feet up and curved them around his a.s.s, urging him on, not that he needed any invitation. She was his woman and by the end of the night she'd know it or he wasn't worthy of her. He kissed her mouth, tasted chocolate and himself, loved that, loved that she'd taken him inside her.

'I think it's my turn to talk, honey.' He didn't ease up, just kept pumping into her. 'By morning you won't be able to say much anyway because you'll have screamed my name so many times.'

She didn't answer him, her focus turned inward where he could sense she was about to climax. He kept thrusting, brought her through it and didn't ease up. He might be sore in the morning but it would be d.a.m.n worth it. Rising up on one elbow, he used his teeth to work at the leather buckle and managed to release his wrists. With a groan of thanks, he slid his hands under Robyn's a.s.s and lifted her even higher into his strokes.

'You'll be full of my come as well. My scent will be on you for days so any man who tries to hit on you will know you're taken.'

She didn't even try to argue with him, her heels dug into his a.s.s and her nails into his shoulders. Grimly Dakota forced himself not to come. If he survived it this was likely to be the best f.u.c.k of his life. Robyn was coming so many times now his shaft was constantly being squeezed. Sensation gathered at the base of his spine and in his b.a.l.l.s.

'I want to come so bad, honey, tell me you want me.'

'G.o.d, Dakota . . .'

Her choked words were enough to send him into the most excellent climax of his life as he gathered her close and flooded her with his come, arching and shuddering over her as she joined him in a s.e.xual high he'd only ever shared with her. He collapsed over her, crushing her beneath him, not even trying to hold his own weight. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, for her to know that they belonged together for ever.

'Dakota . . .'

Her whisper roused him from his semi-conscious state. 'What?'

'There's ketchup dripping into my hair.'

He slowly inhaled. Yeah that was definitely ketchup. He opened his eyes blinked at the devastation round him. 'Holy s.h.i.t!'

The table lay on its side and the floor was scattered with food, chocolate sauce and the soggy remains of his burger. He rolled off Robyn and carefully righted the table and the ketchup bottle. To his right, a bowl of ice cream and brownies had miraculously survived. He scooped up a handful of ice cream and turned back to Robyn.

'How about dessert?'

She squealed as he dumped the ice cream on her stomach and swirled it lower until it reached her mound.