Nice and Easy: Boys of the Big Easy book three Read online

  “I didn’t say the licking part,” she said.

  “Then it’s a good thing you have a safe word.” He leaned in and put his mouth against her skin right above his finger. “So…take your clothes off.”

  She slid her hand up his arm to his shoulder and into his hair. Her fingers against his scalp felt amazing and he groaned.

  “Caleb?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Why now?”

  “It’s time,” he told her simply.

  “And you plan to do this right here? On this couch?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He kissed her stomach again. Finally, he had his mouth against her skin.

  She took a quick breath and then said, “Red.”

  Caleb froze. He looked up. “Excuse me?”

  Lexi nodded. “Red.”

  “No licking?” He wasn’t sure he was okay with that, but a safe word was a safe word.

  “Just not here.” She stepped back. “The kids could come down.”

  Bullshit. He narrowed his eyes. “There’s a baby gate at the top of the stairs and you know it. They’ll call down to us if they do get up. Which you also know is a very slim possibility.” Their kids both slept like rocks once they were asleep. Shay was notorious for being up several times before finally going under, but once she started to snore softly, she was generally down for the night.

  But as Caleb looked up at Lexi and inched his finger up further under her top to the soft, and apparently slightly ticklish, skin over her ribs, he realized that he liked that she’d used the word to stop him and talk about the situation. He needed to know that she would. And for a second, he wondered if that was the reason she’d said it, rather than because of a true concern about the kids.

  Yeah. He was in on this dirty-submissive-fantasy-role-play thing.

  “I’m not handcuffing you to my bed tonight,” he said.

  “No?”

  She looked a little disappointed and he loved that.

  “No. No matter how much you beg.” Oh, he definitely wanted to hear Lexi begging him. “Because no matter how many times I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you in my bed,” he went on, gratified to see her lips part at his words. “I’ve just as often thought about stripping you down and fucking you right here on this couch. Like every time I came home and you were here studying.” The cushion beside him was the one closest to the lamp on the end table, and she was often propped up against the arm of the couch with the light shining over her shoulder onto her book. And she was always wearing those glasses that made her look cute and nerdy.

  Maybe they could role-play professor and naughty student, too.

  Caleb was surprised, but pleased, by the stray thought. Maybe he could get into this role-playing thing after all.

  “And I wanted to put you on your knees and make you suck me off every time I came home and you were asleep right here.” He shifted on the cushions, spreading his knees, leaning back, and propping his arms along the back of the couch. “And every time I was here, waiting for you, seeing you come through my front door looking gorgeous and tired, but happy after a day of making the world a better place, I wanted to bend you over the back of the couch and lick you ’til you screamed.”

  She was standing in front of him, breathing hard, her eyes wide. And he didn’t think she’d ever looked more beautiful.

  “So, yeah, the first time I make you come is going to be right here.” He paused, then said firmly, “Take your clothes off, Lex.”

  Her hands were shaking slightly as she reached for the tie on the front of her pants and damn if that didn’t make him even harder. He definitely liked having an effect on her. This dominating thing might not be all bad. Or not even a little bad.

  The top of her pants loosened and she pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them.

  “Take your hair down.”

  She reached up and pulled the ponytail holder from her hair, tossing it toward him. It fell to the floor by his foot. She ran her hands through her hair, loosening it and letting it cascade down her back.

  “Take your socks off, but turn around so I can see your ass when you bend over.”

  She did exactly what he told her to and Caleb felt a surge of fuck yeah. Bossing her around was working for him so far. Not to mention that she had an amazing ass and he could see the damp spot on her silky purple panties when she bent over. She straightened after tossing her socks to the side. And waited.

  Caleb had to shift to ease some of the pressure against his cock. “Turn around.”

  She did.

  “Shirt off.”

  She pulled her top off. Her gorgeous breasts were cupped in a matching purple bra. The plum color looked amazing against her skin, and Caleb’s mouth was already watering thinking of getting his tongue against all of it.

  And then he realized exactly what he had to do. He wasn’t going to fuck her tonight. He was going to tease her, test this whole him-in-charge-completely thing out, and he was going to make her come—hard—but he needed to be totally in charge. In charge of his own reactions and actions. He wanted to play with her. He wanted to push her. That thought shocked him a little, but yeah, this was sinking in quickly. He wanted to see how much she’d really let him do, how much she’d really let him be in control, and if she liked it as much as she seemed to think she would. He was in charge, but he could still make this all about her and that sent a thrill through him that was startling in its intensity.

  He’d never really thought about tying someone up as being about them. But of course it was. If that was what got them off. He didn’t need it. He supposed for some men that played into their fantasies, too. Not his. But if it was Lexi’s, then it became a way for him to take care of her.

  “Let me see your gorgeous tits.”

  Lexi reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall down her arms and then drop to the floor.

  Her nipples were hard and she was breathing fast, her breasts lifting and falling. Caleb could picture her with nipple clamps on those amazing tips, a pretty chain hanging between them, swaying against her stomach, and then swinging as he fucked her from behind.

  He wiped his palms on the thighs of his jeans. Damn, he was adjusting quickly, it seemed.

  “Play with your nipples.”

  She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, then ran her thumbs over the stiff points. She breathed in and out, her eyes sliding shut as she rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers.

  “Eyes on me, Lex.”

  Lexi opened her eyes and met his gaze, plucking and squeezing her nipples harder now.

  Fuck yes.

  “Okay, let’s see that pretty pussy,” he told her gruffly. His fingers were digging into his thighs as this scene played out in his mind.

  She obediently—and yeah, he loved that word, too—slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

  And Caleb’s mouth went dry.

  Holy damn, she was gorgeous. She stood before him proudly, completely bare, her curves on full display. Full, magnificent breasts, tight centers. Hips that curved out to complete the hourglass. Her hair hanging loose. And her gaze hot, her lips parted, her hands at her sides, waiting for his next command.

  He was so hard it hurt, and his cock was already protesting the whole “just play with her tonight” thing. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped, to ease the pressure, but didn’t open them or push them off.

  “Come sit on my lap.”

  She took a deep breath and came forward. Completely naked, she straddled his thighs and lowered her ass to his lap. Her breasts were right there, her legs were spread so he could see everything, and yet, he couldn’t look away from her face.

  She was completely turned on. On edge. Her body humming with the desire that was coursing between them.

  He wasn’t going to handcuff her tonight. Or spank her. Or blindfold her. That could all happen eventually, if she wanted it. But right now, this was just about the two of them. No toys, no props, nothing but their
feelings for each other and the chemistry that had been there from the start. Chemistry that had only grown over the past two years as they became an integral part of the other’s lives.

  Caleb shifted forward slightly and she jumped a little. He let a slow smile spread his lips. “What’s your safe word?”

  He had no intention of doing anything that would require a safe word, but there was something undeniably hot about the idea of it. Of reminding her that she could stop this. And having her not stop it.

  “Red,” she said breathlessly.

  “Good girl.”

  Her pupils dilated at that and Caleb felt one of his eyebrows rise. She liked that. Duly noted.

  He lifted a hand and ran it down the length of her hair from the crown of her head to the tips that hung against the curve of her lower back. It was warm and silky and he had no choice but to wrap it around his hand and tug.

  She gasped softly as her head tipped back. The position exposed her throat and arched her back, bringing her nipples closer. There was no way he could deny that her being exposed, in a vulnerable position like this, didn’t fire his blood. He’d always felt protective of her, but now it felt a lot more like possessive.

  “How many guys have spanked your ass?” he asked roughly.

  She shook her head but couldn’t move as much as usual because of how he held her hair. “None,” she said, her voice husky.

  None. That was the perfect answer. “You wouldn’t lie to me about that, would you, Lex?” He reached up and ran a single finger from her belly button up between her breasts.

  Her nipples tightened and goose bumps danced over her body.

  “No,” she said. “I would never lie to you. No one has spanked me.”

  “How about tied you up?” His gut clenched with the idea that another man might have made her vulnerable like that. But, more, that she would have trusted someone that way. Yeah, he got it. This was all about trust, and this was already feeding a part of him that he hadn’t even realized he had before Shay and Lexi and Jack. He needed to be trusted. Fully.

  “No one,” she said again.

  The wave of satisfaction at her answer didn’t surprise him a bit. He reached down and pinched one of her nipples, tugging on it and making her whimper. “Then how do you know you want that?” he asked.

  She wet her lips and didn’t answer immediately. He squeezed her nipple harder. She moaned and wiggled on his lap. She liked that, too. Also noted. “Answer me, Lexi.”

  “Being with you—around you—has made me see that I like the power you have over me. It turns me on. So, I, um…started reading.”

  “Reading about bosses who fuck their employees?” he asked, tugging on her nipple again.

  She nodded. “Kind of. Romances. Started with boss-employee books. But that led into…more.”

  “About guys who tie women up and spank them?”

  “Yes.”

  He ran his hand down her side to her ass and squeezed. “What else?”

  “Erotic romance. BDSM,” she said. “And some websites.”

  “Porn?”

  “Some. But also just sites that talk about BDSM and…”

  She swallowed and his focus was drawn to her neck. He leaned in and kissed her throat. Then licked. Then bit down softly. She wiggled again.

  “And?” he asked against her skin.

  “Toys,” she said on a breath out. “And stuff I don’t want to do.”

  “But you do want to do toys?”

  She nodded. “Well, maybe not plugs.”

  He choked on a soft laugh. “We’ll have to cover all of this. But for now…” He kissed her neck again as he squeezed her ass. “It’s all my mouth and fingers.”

  Her eyes flew open. “But what about—”

  “Who’s in charge?” he interrupted. He loved that she wanted him to fuck her. Which meant it would be fun not to. She thought she wanted to give up all control to him? Well, she was going to find out if she really meant it.

  “You,” she finally said softly. Submissively.

  Possessiveness and lust flooded through him. He pulled back to look at her directly. “And when I want to fill your pussy with my fingers, or my tongue, or a dildo, or my cock, I will. And you’ll love it and you’ll say thank you.”

  She swallowed hard, lust swimming in her eyes as well. She nodded. “Yes.”

  Hot damn.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  She moved her hands and linked them right above her ass. He clamped one hand around her wrists, holding her in place.

  “So you want me to hold your hands like this and say things like suck my cock?”

  Her eyes got wide. “Yes.”

  “And you want me to put you over my knee and pink up your ass?” As he looked at the little pink spot on her neck where he’d nipped her, he was thinking that he could be okay with that. Marking her. Not permanently. Though if she wanted to tattoo Caleb’s—and yes with an apostrophe s—on her stomach right above her pussy, he’d be okay with that. A mark to show her trust in him, and that he could go right up to her limit and not beyond would be hotter than hell. Control. That was his thing. Knowing he could do what the people who depended on him needed him to do.

  She swallowed. “Yes.” Her nipples got tighter and she squirmed on his lap.

  “God,” he groaned. “I can see that that turns you on.”

  “It does. But…you have to want it, too. I know that for some people it’s uncomfortable and if you don’t—”

  “Lexi.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you want me to do it?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s what will give you the most pleasure? And you want it to be me?”

  “Yes.” She wet her lips. “Only you.”

  Those two words were the perfect two words to get him to submit to whatever she wanted. “Then I’m going to do it.”

  “But you don’t have to—”

  “Yes, I do. If that’s what you want, then yes I do. I would do anything you wanted me to do.”

  There was a long pause as she just stared at him. “Damn,” she finally said. “I really hope you’re good at this. Because that was really hot.”

  He let out a soft, surprised laugh. “You don’t think I’ll be good at it?”

  She moved as if to lift her hand, but he was holding onto her. She blew out a breath. “I have very high hopes.”

  He chuckled again. “I gotta say, if all I have to do to get you bare-assed naked and spread open on my lap is to tell you that I’m happy to tie you to my bed, I would have said it a long time ago.” Yeah, the tying-her-up thing was definitely sinking in.

  She wiggled again. “But none of that tonight?”

  He looked her up and down, from the pretty pink between her legs to the deep brown of her eyes. “I want you right here like this.”

  “Okay.”

  Fuck yeah, it was okay. He stroked his hand up and down her side, loving how she shivered under his touch. The adrenaline was coursing and he wanted to take her right to the edge. And right over.

  He lifted his hand to her right breast, cupping it and thumbing her nipple. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  She shivered again and arched into his touch as much as she could with him holding her wrists together.

  “I love your tits.” He leaned in and licked the tip. “I’ve been obsessed with your tits since I first met you. Even when I was trying my damnedest not to be.”

  She wiggled. “You never look at them.”

  “Not true. That first night your nipples were hard, pressing against the light-yellow T-shirt that cupped these gorgeous things perfectly.” He lifted her breast, loving the weight of it. He couldn’t wait to have her on her hands and knees and these glorious mounds swaying.

  “They weren’t hard until you came over to talk to me.”

  “Fuck, Lex.” Heat coursed through him and he leaned in, taking the nipple in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, then sucked
.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He sucked harder.

  “Bite me, Caleb.”

  Jesus. He closed his teeth around the hard point, scraping them over the sensitive tip as he pulled back.

  “Oh my God, yes,” she moaned.

  Yeah, this was going to be fun. He pinched the same nipple, watching her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils wide. “I want to drag ice cubes over your nipples,” he told her. “I want to put them in clamps. And I want to slide my cock between these gorgeous tits and then come all over them.”

  Her breathing hitched and she had moved to panting.

  “Anything you want,” she said.

  “Damn right.” He leaned in and sucked on her again, making her hips circle on his thighs. He grasped her ass, making her stop. “You feeling needy, Lex? You wet and achy?”

  “Yes. So much,” she moaned.

  “Okay, I’m going to let go of one of your hands. But you can only touch your pussy. Not your nipples, not your clit, not me. Just slide your fingers in and fuck yourself a little.”

  She nodded and he loosened his grip on her wrists. Her right hand came forward and she slid a finger into her wet, heat. He didn’t miss the fact that she rubbed over her clit on the way, but he didn’t call her on it. Every bit of his attention was on her hand moving between her legs. She moved them deep and fast. He could tell she was getting close to an orgasm and when she was on the edge of it, he grabbed her wrist, stopping the motion.

  That, of course, brought his hand near the sweet, wet heat that he was craving.

  He pulled her fingers free and lifted them to his mouth. Her eyes widened as he slid them into his mouth, licking and sucking her fingers clean.

  “Play with your nipple,” he said, putting her hand on her breast. “I want to feel what that does to your pussy.”

  Then he slid his finger into her.

  Her moan was everything.

  Then he added a second and her next moan was louder. Fuck, she was tight. And wet. And so damned hot.

  “Pinch your nipple.” She did and he felt the resultant tightening around his fingers. “Fuck yeah. Damn, girl. When I suck on your nipples while you’re riding me, I’m gonna feel that same squeeze, aren’t I?”

  He felt her squeeze him in response to that, too. But she nodded.