Served Sweet Page 8

  Chapter Seven

  Riley felt completely relaxed. Anson had a deep tub with powerful jets. Jets. God, she never wanted to move again. The candles flickered and the room lay heavy under the scent of lavender and the vanilla candles he’d lit.

  As the water left, she awkwardly made her way to her feet and grabbed a towel. Trust Anson to have a bathroom filled with surfaces so clean she could eat off them, plush towels that felt softer than her silk sheets at home and a tub that had eased several knots in her back and shoulders she hadn’t been aware she’d been carrying. A friggin’ therapy spa large enough for two people to comfortably use at the same time.

  And why that should spark an image of her and Anson sharing the bubbles, she didn’t want to know.

  Face it. He’s sexy, hot and being sweet. Then he flashes back to annoying, so you know where you stand. He’s seducing you without even trying. She could almost hear Maya taunting her—Such an easy ho-bag. Have some pride, girl.

  Anson returned with a guarded look on his face, looking much like she felt, which oddly had the effect of easing her nerves.

  She grinned at him, pleased to see his frown deepen. “Thanks for the bath, sport. It was wonderful.”

  The frown left his face as his lips quirked. Then clear desire took over as he stared at her wrapped in his huge bath towel. “Blue really is your color.”

  “Such pretty bath towels.” She fingered the navy blue bath sheet. “Where’d you get these?”

  He stepped close and lifted her out of the tub as if she weighed nothing. Then he removed the band holding her hair up in a loose twist, which had kept it out of the water. “You look damn good wet.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, I’m a chocolate mermaid.”

  He blinked at that, then started laughing. “Now I’m dying to make references to eating you up. You can melt in my mouth…and my hands!” His mirth grew infectious, and soon she was laughing just as hard.

  He shook his head. “You’re so funny sometimes.”

  “Only sometimes?” She grinned. “You should see me at work. I’m quite the smart aleck.”

  “I would have said smartass, but okay.”

  “Takes one to know one.”

  He chuckled some more and ushered her out of the bathroom into the bedroom. More candles had been lit, and he’d turned down the bed. She spotted a bottle of oil on the night stand and froze.

  Seeing the direction of her gaze, Anson didn’t bother hiding a smile. “Well, smartass, it’s time I paid off a debt.”

  She opened her mouth to retort and lost whatever she’d planned to say when he stripped out of his shirt and jeans leaving him in a low-riding pair of boxer briefs. Just…wow.

  “Yep. I figure I owe you a few orgasms, not to mention that foot rub. So we’ll start with that.”

  “We, um, we will?”

  He nodded. “But I need you completely naked for it.”

  “Oh, I’ll bet.” She shot a knowing glance at his visible erection. Her own personal play pony, and she wanted to see him. “You do owe me.”

  “I agree.”

  “So take off the boxers.”

  “Technically they’re boxer briefs. I find briefs too constrictive and boxers too loose.”

  “Great to know. Now get ’em off.”

  He smirked at her. “I knew you wanted me.”

  “Why shouldn’t I get some eye candy while you rub my sore tootsies?” Her demands seemed to put a sparkle in his eyes, and she wanted to see just how he planned to pay her back for the other night.

  Hell, she hadn’t been able to think of anything else since.

  Anson slowly drew his underwear down his thighs, and his cock sprang up, thick and heavy.

  She sighed. So pretty. Anson had a creamy skin tone, his groin only slightly paler than the rest of him. She wanted to see what other types of creamy color she could pull from him.

  Riley grinned at the naughty pun and watched as he kicked his underwear free. Then he moved to her and held out a hand.

  “The towel, Ms. Bossy.”

  “That’s right. Remember that. I’m in charge tonight.”

  “You keep thinking that.”

  “Yep, you’re paying back a debt. Sexual servitude. I like it.” She handed him the towel—no longer feeling even remotely fuzzy-headed—and watched his eyes darken to deep emeralds.

  “Shit. You are just…so fuckin’ fine.”

  She loved his language, because Anson didn’t swear all that much around her. But she noticed he had a tendency to forget himself when they had sex.

  She dragged a hand over her breast and down her belly, skating past her pussy. “I’m nice and soft.”

  He blew out a breath. “I’m not.”

  She could see that.

  “Come on, you little tease. On the bed and I’ll massage those pretty feet.”

  She had a blue polish she needed to change, but it had been a while since she’d had time for a pedicure. Thank goodness the hot water had softened her heels. Otherwise she might have ruined Anson’s hands with her scaly feet. Fortunately, she was too far gone in lust to care what her heels looked like.

  Preceding him to the bed, she felt his hot breath on her neck, sensed the rough press of his erection against her ass when she stopped in front of him, prolonging the contact between them.

  “You’re a big man, Anson.”

  “For you,” he murmured and gently pushed her hair aside to kiss the crook of her neck.

  One of her sweet spots and he’d found it all too easily.

  “Honey, I am going to make you feel so good tonight.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep.” He surprised her by pushing her onto her belly on the bed—which sat at the perfect height for maximum penetration.

  “Anson.”

  “Quiet. I’m trying to concentrate.”

  She laughed. “On what? My ass?”

  “Baby, that is one fine ass. Give me a minute.”

  She shook her head, amused.

  “Scoot across the bed so your feet are hanging off.”

  So much for a quick fuck. Not that she wanted it to be quick, but Riley was wet—and not from the bath. Being near him, knowing how much he wanted her, being told what to do, it all turned her on. That and his touch. His smell. Hell, everything about the blasted man, even the sneering and leering.

  Maya was right. She was weak.

  Riley smothered an inner groan and scooted over the bed, nearly reaching the other side as she lay belly down, her feet hanging over the edge for Anson. “Man, this is a big bed.”

  “Had to be to hold all those orgies I used to have.”

  “What?” She tried to flip over to see him, but he caught her legs and held her steady.

  “Ha. You’re so easy.”

  That’s what Maya says. “This from Mr. Can’t Keep My Dick In My Pants.”

  “It’s not my fault he likes you.”

  She glanced over her shoulder to see him looking down at himself.

  “I mean, he never got this big or fierce around anyone else. Just you, my chocolate mermaid.” He snickered.

  She laughed with him and settled her hands under her chin, propping her head up. She stared at the flicker of candlelight on the wall while Anson took one of her feet in an oiled up hand and… “Oh my God.” She groaned and closed her eyes. “That feels so good.”

  “Told you so.”

  “Yeah, sure.” He rubbed her heel with the right amount of pressure and eased her into a relaxed state. She was still aroused but growing less tense under his firm ministrations.

  “Feel good?” he asked, his voice gruff as he smoothed out her arches.

  “Wow. You really are good at everything.” She sighed again. “You’re a magician with my feet.”

  “Wait ’til we get to your other areas.”

  At this point he could rub anything he damn well wanted. She felt like a limp noodle as he switched to her other foot, giving it the same attention. To her const
ernation, all that rubbing had increased her desire. When he stroked her arch, the pleasure shot straight to her core. When he leaned closer and brushed his thigh against her instep, she shivered and her clit throbbed. So bizarre. She’d never had a foot fetish, but her feet seemed to have turned into love paddles.

  At the inane thought, she laughed.

  “Ticklish?”

  “No. Just surprisingly sensitive.”

  “Ah.” He sounded satisfied. “Wait until you feel this.”

  He paused, and she kept her eyes closed, feeling more without her sight. Then his slick hands eased up her ankles to her calves. First massaging the left, then the right. He tugged her closer to him so he could reach the backs of her knees, then her thighs.

  His hands crept higher up her legs, resting against her ass.

  “I want to bite you right there,” he said in a low voice. Then, to her shock, she felt his teeth pressing into her ass.

  She started, and he gave a dark laugh and pushed her flat down, his hand large in the center of her back.

  “Easy, sweet. I promise not to leave a mark.”

  “What are you doing?”

  His thumbs rubbed under her glutes, then deep into her ass to relieve more tension she hadn’t been aware she was carrying. His touch felt both sensual and therapeutic, and she couldn’t figure out if she should be moaning for him to take her, or for him to work out the kink in her lower back.

  Then he prodded her legs wider, and his thumbs skated down her legs and back up her inner thighs, brushing her slick folds.

  “Good. You’re nice and wet.”

  Embarrassed to be so turned on, she kept her head down, saying nothing.

  He chuckled. “When am I going to hear you begging for it? I guess I haven’t worked you enough yet.”

  “Not hardly,” she prodded, despite knowing she was one breath away from doing just that.

  “Good. I wouldn’t want you to be too easy and go against type,” he snarked.

  She smiled though he couldn’t see it. Then she gasped as his thumbs rubbed her folds, grinding around her clit, but not touching it.

  “There we go. Nice and slick.” His fingers grazed her labia, and she jerked up, wanting more.

  “Stay down.” He pushed her down again, but this time he pulled her back across the bed, her hips at the edge, her legs dangling down.

  She felt the tip of him at her entrance. “Anson,” she said on a breath.

  “I know. You need me.” He shoved fast and hard deep inside her.

  To her shock she came around him instantly, clenching him tight, unable to do more than seize and ride the huge wave of pleasure.

  “Christ.” He didn’t move, and his grip on her thighs bit into her.

  Gradually easing around him, she moaned when he started fucking her in time with his strokes against her ass. In and out, rubbing faster then slower, harder then softer.

  “Anson. Yes.”

  “Oh man. That is so pretty. My cock going in and out of you like this.” His breath caught when she squeezed him again, and then he dismayed her by withdrawing.

  “Hey.” She felt sleepy, sated, and aroused once more, all at the same time. The man had confused her body as much as her mind. She didn’t know what to make of him. For so long she’d considered him her nemesis, the enemy, a sexy but obnoxious boy—now man—who only lived to irritate her. But now…

  He continued to give her pleasure before seeking his own. And he could be so sweet, so unlike the waspish brute more interested in being right and besting her than in sharing a laugh. Where had that Anson gone?

  “You’re leaving me. Can’t have that,” he murmured.

  “What?”

  Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart and she felt a drizzle of something warm against her sensitive flesh, heard his heavy breathing, and then his dick was there, this time prodding not at her pussy, but against her hole, resting just…there.

  She tensed.

  “That’s right. Time for a nice massage to get you back in the mood.”

  She tingled all over, knowing what he intended and surprisingly ready to let him. “I don’t like pain,” she reminded him.

  “I know.” He rubbed her ass cheeks, pushing them tighter around him while he remained still, not penetrating but present.

  The sensation was indescribable. Especially when he started using his cock to rim her, sliding all over the sensitive tissue with all those little nerve endings.

  “That feels so good,” she admitted and arched back, changing their angle of contact so that the tip of him slid inside her. Penetrating. The intrusion aroused her, and she tried to move again, wanting him deeper inside her, to stimulate those nerves to greater pleasure.

  Never would she have guessed how good anal play could be. She wanted to feel him inside her in the worst way. Up her ass. Hell, maybe she was as perverted as he was, because she liked this.

  “You’re so fucking good.” He moaned and squeezed her ass tighter. “God. You don’t know. I want to ram so hard inside you.” He eased more of himself into her. Not a lot, but enough to let her know something was there. Then he started pumping, short, oiled thrusts sliding more and more of him into her ass.

  “You feel good.” She was shocked and aroused and so needy she had a hard time thinking. Riley wanted all of him. Now. “More, Anson.”

  He slid deeper and hit resistance. He stopped moving.

  She tensed. “Ow. That hurt.”

  “Yeah,” he growled. “I know. Now push out.” He withdrew and put more oil over her ass. Then she felt his finger moving inside, pushing past that slight resistance and filling her.

  Odd yet not hurtful, the presence of his digit there, where nothing had gone before. She squirmed and he withdrew, only to put something much larger in its place. But he wouldn’t do more than tease her, exciting her to the point of begging for him, as he’d warned earlier.

  She felt empty, needy, so unlike herself. Her entire body felt on fire for him, and the bastard kept taunting her. His wicked fingers reached under her to play with her clit while he teased her ass. Never pushing hard, just rubbing with his slick self until she wanted to scream.

  “Please. Come inside me.”

  “And ruin our play?” His thick voice told her he wanted inside, and she’d had enough.

  The next time he pushed forward she backed up forcefully, seating him deeper than he’d gone before.

  “Fuck. Riley…” He gripped her hip and stopped, then groaned and thrust slowly deeper. “Push out, baby.”

  “In me.” She panted, feeling the invasion yet wanting that tiny bite of pain to continue. He’d thoroughly lubed himself, and he had no trouble easing inside her this time, not after pushing through that first tight band of muscle. Though he stretched her, his presence felt foreign but good.

  And then he started to move.

  “God, yes,” he hissed as he gently took her, taking pains to move slowly. Too slowly.

  “I want more,” she moaned and moved her hips to meet him. “Come on, baby.” His panting grew louder. “Don’t you want to fuck me? Don’t you want to unload that big cock inside my ass?”

  “Shit. Stop talking,” he rasped. “You’re getting me so hot… I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I want it. Now. Come on. Give it to me.” She continued to back into him, and his strokes grew less controlled. She reveled in their passion, needing to feel him join her. And hell, the truth of the matter was that she was rising for another climax.

  But this time they’d come together. This time she was in charge, and it thrilled her to no end to command his desire.

  He was groaning as he pumped, his passion fuelling her lust. Her need.

  She put her hand under her, between her legs, and touched herself.

  “Get off. Yeah, baby. Come with me.” He felt like steel inside her, and then he started groaning louder, his urgency palpable.

  She felt the beginning of her orgasm swell. “I’m coming. Oh yes.” She
squeezed and came, feeling both empty and full.

  Anson must have felt her contractions as well, because he slammed home one final time and jerked, moaning her name.

  The orgasm seemed to last forever. Anson finally stopped moving inside her and paused, clenching her ass.

  She’d have bruises later, but she didn’t care. How the hell had she never had anal sex before?

  After a moment he withdrew, and the slight burn reminded her that although it had been amazing, she was new to this.

  “Riley.” Anson sighed her name and planted kisses down her back, from the base of her neck to just above her ass. “You’re incredible. So sweet.”

  “Hmm. You too.” She meant it. Her entire body was still feeling the pleasure, small aftershocks of bliss that made her shiver.

  “Hold on.” He left her and returned moments later, a warm wet cloth between her legs.

  So tender as he cleaned her, and his care meant the world to her. Such a simple thing, yet he seemed to pay attention to the details with her. Her body, her needs, affection when she felt bereft, as she did now.

  He tossed the rag aside and rubbed her hamstrings, her ass and her back. Soothing her into a big pile of goo.

  “What are you doing to me?” she groaned.

  “You destroyed me, you know that?” He turned her onto her back, and she looked up into a face that had in such a short time come to mean so much to her.

  So much for trying to just enjoy the sex with him and not let it get to her. Not that Riley had ever before been able to easily separate sex from affection. She didn’t do casual play. Riley’s boyfriends had always been friends first, then lovers, then friends again. She hadn’t ever had a bad breakup either. Just warm relationships that fizzled when work got in the way.

  But with Anson, they’d been more enemies than friends for as long as she could remember. Hadn’t they? How the hell could a few amazing orgasms turn her ideas about the man around a whole one-eighty?

  “What are you thinking so hard about?” he asked softly as he lay down next to her and leaned up on his elbow. He stroked her with a callused hand, running a soft touch over her arms, her breasts, her belly. He grazed her thighs and her mound, not sexually, but tenderly, as if treasuring her.

  “You confuse me.”

  His soft smile undid her. Totally. Dumbass that she was, she had a bad feeling she’d just fallen in love with the man. Say something obnoxious. Please. Show me why I was right to dislike you for so long. Her heart hammered in her chest.