With Me In Seattle: Play With Me Part 35

He grins over at me, then lets his eyes wander down my dress. "That dress is perfect on you."

"I'm surprised Jules had something that fits me so well. She and I are built differently."

"She just probably hadn't had time to have it tailored yet," he shrugs. He's probably right.

And I decide to play with him.

"Gosh, it's hot in here," I say innocently, my eyes wide, and start hiking my skirt up with my fingers, pulling it until it's gathered around my thighs, just above where my blush-colored thigh-highs attach to the matching garter.

"Holy f.u.c.k," he whispers.

"Keep your eyes on the road," I suggest and bite my lip.

"Pull your dress down, sweetheart."

"Why?"

"Because I can't drive with you sitting there like that," he growls, making me laugh.

I leave the skirt where it is, lean back in the seat, spread my thighs, and run my fingertips up the insides of my legs. "Hmmm."

"Are you trying to kill us?"

"No, this just feels good. These stockings are silk." I look over at him and grin. "Can you imagine how they'll feel wrapped around your waist?"

"Sonofab.i.t.c.h," he whispers as if he's in pain and steps on the gas harder, propelling us down the freeway.

I move my fingers up higher on my thighs until I'm touching my p.u.s.s.y, and I squirm. Suddenly, Will reaches over, grabs my hand and pulls it up to his lips, kisses it and keeps it in his lap, not taking his eyes off the road.

"If you don't stop," he says softly, "I will wreck this car. I'm not kidding."

I slide my hand away from him and grin sa.s.sily. "Then don't watch."

I resume playing with myself, circling my c.l.i.t with one hand and pushing two fingers into my wetness with the other. I bite my lip and groan.

"f.u.c.k, that's hot." Will's voice is steel. I look up at him and his jaw is clenched, hands fisted on the wheel. He glances down to watch me pleasure myself, and then looks me in the eye.

"Lick your fingers."

I do as I'm told and lick my own sweet essence from my fingers, then stick them back inside me, watching him watch me.

"f.u.c.k, babe, I'm gonna come."

"Do not make yourself come."

"What?"

"I want to do that."

"Then here," I grab his hand and pull it between my legs, and he gladly rubs my c.l.i.t, over my metal, pushing it against my c.l.i.t.

"Oh, f.u.c.k." I come apart, pushing against our hands, and cry out his name as the o.r.g.a.s.m pushes through me.

He grins down at me wolfishly as he pulls through the gate and into his garage. Not waiting for him to open the door, I climb out and he's suddenly beside me, pulling me into the house, through the kitchen and into the living room that looks out onto the sound.

It's dark in the house, the only light coming in through the floor to ceiling windows facing the water. Lights twinkle at us from the islands across the way.

We stand here, for a moment, in the moonlight, looking at each other. His blue eyes reflect the light and shine with love and carnal l.u.s.t, and I know they reflect my own.

"So beautiful." He slides a finger into the neckline of my dress and drags it against my skin, following the hemline. "You were wonderful tonight."

His voice is soft, seductive. I don't know what to say, so I just watch him seduce me. He steps closer to me, so he's only a few inches away and wraps his arms around me to pull the zipper of my dress down, then pulls it down my arms, over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and lets it pool at my feet.

"Dear G.o.d," he whispers, his eyes wide, as he takes in my blush-colored corset, garter and stockings.

I'm not wearing panties, as usual.

He swallows hard. "It's a good thing I didn't know that this was under that dress."

"Why," I whisper.

"Because I would have locked us in a bathroom and stripped you naked and kept you to myself all night. My G.o.d, Megan, you're stunning."

I smile shyly and push his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms and lay it nicely on the end of the couch. He's started to pant, his hands are in fists at his sides, and it's killing him not to just pull me to him and ravage me.

But tonight isn't the night for that. We both feel it.

I carefully unb.u.t.ton his shirt, unfasten his cuff-links, and let the shirt fall to the floor, then make quick work of his pants as well until he's standing before me completely naked, hard and ready.

"I love your body," I murmur.

"Megan," not able to hold back any longer, he pulls me to him, sinks his hands in my hair and kisses me with all he's got, tangling our tongues, biting my lips, devouring me.

When we're completely gasping for breath, he nibbles his way along my jaw line to my ear and nuzzles one of my diamond earrings with his nose.

"You need to keep the earrings and the stockings on, babe."

"Okay."

He spins me around and unlaces the corset, slowly, pulling the laces through the loops until it falls forward into my arms. He reaches around and cups my b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands, ma.s.saging and soothing them from being bound so tightly, and I moan in appreciation.

"Feel good?" he asks.

"Mmm."

"Oh, baby, the things I want to make you feel tonight."

My breath catches at his words, my thighs tighten and I turn so I can kiss him again, bury my fingers in his hair and just hold on to him.

He lifts me and sits in a loveseat, right in the middle, and cradles me in his lap, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming all over my body, leaving a trail of fire behind them. I grip his face in my hands and hold his mouth to mine, and show him how much I love him.

Finally, I crawl off his lap, headed to kneel on the floor and suck him, but he stops me. "Wait."

"What?"

"I don't want you to do that tonight."

"Why not?" I frown. I thought he liked it when I did that?

"Because tonight is all about you, my love."

"Huh?" I tilt my head and look down at him, straddling him, in the moonlight. He places his palm flat on my chest between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and then glides it down my stomach.

"Let me just make love to you."

"You always make love to me," I whisper and kiss his cheek. "Remember?"

"I know, but," he stops himself, a war raging on his face.

"What, babe?"

"You deserve so much. You should never, ever be on your knees." He lifts me and lays me gently on my back along the couch, kneeling between my thighs, and covers me with his large body. I wrap my silk-covered legs around his hips, and he settles against me, his long, hard c.o.c.k nestled in my wet folds. He teases my metal with the tip and I gasp.

"I f.u.c.king love that piercing," he grins down at me and pushes his fingers into my hair, brushing the loosened tendrils back from my face.

"I'm glad." I sigh as he runs the backs of his fingers down my face. "Will?"

"Yes, my love." He runs his nose down along my own, nuzzling it.

"When I can say the words, when I can finally tell you how I feel, please don't leave me." The words are barely a whisper, spoken so softly at first I don't know if he hears me. I run my hands down his back to his a.s.s and up again, watching his face. Watching his eyes. They haven't changed, but I can see the wheels turning in his handsome head.

"Megan, the thought of being without you destroys me," he whispers, just as softly, and sinks into me, slowly, until he's completely buried in me. He's holding my head in his palms, his elbows braced on the couch under my shoulders, his face less than an inch from my own. "Just the thought of you not being in my life is my undoing. When you feel safe enough to say what I know you feel, it will be the best moment of my life."

I cup his face in my hands as he starts to move inside me, gently, in long smooth strokes. Holding my head firmly, he lowers his lips to mine, and makes love to me, completely connecting his body to me, until in a slow-building crescendo, we both let go and come apart in each other's arms.

And as we regain our senses, I hear him whisper, "Everything, Megan."

Chapter Twenty-Three.

"I just won a hundred bucks!" I exclaim and grin over at Samantha, who is sitting two machines down from me.

"I just lost two hundred. Jesus, why are we here again?" She scowls as she takes a long sip of her diet soda. "And why can't I drink?"

"Because we're the drivers tonight. They were our drivers last week, this week it's our turn."

"This sucks." She mutters and feeds another hundred dollar bill into her machine.

"It probably sucked for them, too," I laugh. We are at the casino north of Seattle on Monday night, waiting for the guys to need a ride home. Will has tomorrow off of training, so they decided tonight was the best night for a bachelor party. They've been up in the high roller room for a few hours now, most likely smoking cigars and drinking whiskey and playing poker. It's all very Hollywood in my head as I imagine it.

But there's no way in h.e.l.l that I'm going up there. I just pray to G.o.d no one needs to be carried out to the van because these guys are big, and there's no way that Sam and I can carry them.

They'll have to sleep on the casino floor.

"You're a bad f.u.c.king loser!" I twirl at the sound of our group, and sure enough, here they all come, tripping over each other, laughing, drunk as s.h.i.t.

"I am not a bad loser," Nate slurs. "But you took ten thousand f.u.c.king dollars. Do you know what I can do for your sister with that kind of money?"

"Yeah, probably buy her another pair of shoes she doesn't need," Matt responds happily, completely sober.

"Why are you sober?" I ask him.

"Because he's a p.u.s.s.y," Will explains, earning him a punch to the arm. "Watch it! That's my throwing arm, a.s.shat."

"Charming," I murmur and look over at Sam. "Did we act like this?"

"Yes," Matt responds with a grin. "Except these guys aren't talking about s.e.x."

"Yet," Isaac adds with a happy grin, then frowns deeply. "Except I don't get to have s.e.x for another month. d.a.m.n babies."

"Dude, that's your kid."

"Yeah, he's great." Isaac grins goofily and I start to herd them toward the door like I'm herding cattle.

"Come on, guys, let's go home to the ladies."

"What lady," Caleb asks. "Ain't got no lady."

"I'll be your lady, handsome," Sam grins at him sa.s.sily and Caleb smiles wide and puts his arm around her waist, leaning on her.

"Now, that's a nice offer," he murmurs.

"Get your ugly hands off my sister, dude," Luke's voice is hard and not quite as slurred as the others.

"Oh yeah. You're family," Caleb pouts and hugs Sam before setting her aside. "Why do all the hot women in the world have to be taken?"

Will saunters over to me with a loose, happy grin on his handsome face. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Let's go home and get naked."

"Holy s.h.i.t, you're Will Montgomery!" We all turn at the woman's voice to find a tall, slender, long-haired blonde smiling widely. She's all tan, with too much makeup and not enough clothes.