Beneath This Man - Malpas Jodi Ellen (книги без регистрации полные версии txt) 📗

I tentatively edge myself away from him, pausing and tensing every time he shifts or sighs in his sleep. My body is rigid as I creep my way to the edge of the bed. Once I’m free, I release the breath that I’ve been holding and look down at my handsome man with two days’ worth of stubble. I want to jump straight back into bed with him, but I resist. What I have planned spurs me to leave him sleeping peacefully while I rootle quietly through my bag for my phone.

It’s five o’clock. Shit! Okay, I’ve got to be quick or he’ll be waking soon to drag me around the streets of London on one of his torturous marathons. I creep about the bedroom like a naked burglar, retrieving my stash from the wooden trunk and easing out the contents. The carrier bag crumples, and I grit my teeth, freezing in place as he rolls onto his back on a moan.

I remain like a statue until I’m sure that he’s settled, then make my way over to the bed, padding quietly across the thick carpet.

Right, Mr Ward!

I gently grasp his wrist and tug it gingerly up over his head to the wooden headboard. I struggle. His arm is heavy. I manage to get him in position and slip the handcuff over his wrist and then attach it to one of the wooden bars of the headboard. I stand back and admire my handiwork, feeling rather pleased with myself. Even if he does wake up now, he’s not going anywhere.

I collect the other set of cuffs and make my way around the other side of the bed. I have to kneel on the bed to reach for his arm, but I’m not so worried about waking him now that I have at least one arm secured, although this will work better if he can’t lay any hands on me.

I maneuver his arm cautiously above his head and fasten the other handcuff around the wrist of his damaged hand. It’s looking much better, but I’m mindful that this could hurt if he fights against them.

I stand back smugly. That was way easier than I thought, and he’s still dead to the world. I practically dance my way back over to the bag and finish my preparations before slipping into some stunning black lace underwear that I picked up on my last minute shopping exhibition.

Oh God, he’s going to go spare. I make my way back over to my sprawled, restrained, naked God and climb up to straddle his hips. He stirs and I mentally laugh delightedly when I feel him begin to harden under me. I sit patiently and wait.

It’s not long before his beautiful lashes start flickering and his lids start to twitch. His eyes open and find mine immediately, his morning erection now in full firmness beneath me.

‘Hey, baby.’ His throat is husky as he squints and gains focus.

I run my eyes down his torso, his muscles bunched and taut from the position of his arms. ‘Hey,’ I smile brightly and watch closely as he gains full consciousness and then moves his arms, clanging the metal on the wooden headboard.  The abrupt yank on his wrists has his eyes snapping wide open, and I hold my breath, watching his sleepy face as he frowns and looks up over his head.

He jiggles his arms again. ‘What the fuck?’ His voice is still hoarse. He swings his eyes to mine. They are all wide and stunned. ‘Ava, why the fuck am I handcuffed to the bed?’

I fight the grin from my face. ‘I’m introducing a new kind of fuck to our relationship, Jesse.’ I state calmly.

‘Mouth!’ He rattles his wrists again and takes another look at his restrained hands. I see realisation dawn on his handsome face as he turns his eyes back to me. ‘These are not my handcuffs.’ he says warily.

‘No, and there are two pairs. I’m sure you’ve noticed.’ I can’t believe how calm I’m being. I’m crapping it. ‘So, like I was saying, I’ve invented a new fuck, and guess what?’ I ask with a little excitement in my voice. I’m really pushing my luck.

He doesn’t scorn me this time. Instead, he arches a nervous brow. ‘What?’

Oh, I could cuddle him. ‘I thought of it just for you.’ I grind myself onto him teasingly and his chest expands, his jaw tensing. ‘I love you.’

‘Oh, fucking hell.’ he groans.

I place my hands on his chest and lower myself down to his face. He watches me as I descend, his eyes shimmering in anticipation and short pants of breath escaping his parted lips. ‘How old are you?’ I murmur, brushing my lips lightly over his.

He lifts his head to try and make better contact, but I pull back. He scowls, dropping his head back down. ‘Thirty three.’ he pants, and then moans in despair as I grind down again.

I drop my mouth to his neck and nibble my way up to his ear, licking and lapping as I go. ‘Tell me the truth.’ I whisper, and then bite his lobe gently.

His cheeks puff out. ‘Holy shit! Ava, I am not telling you how old I am.’

I sit up on his chest and shake my head at him. ‘Why?’

His lips form a straight, annoyed line. ‘Undo the cuffs, I want to touch you.’

Ah!

‘No.’ I toss back at him, grinding down again, rubbing him in just the right spot. I’m not unaffected myself, but I have to keep my control here.

‘Fuck!’ He yanks his hands and jerks his legs slightly, causing me to jolt forward. ‘Remove the fucking cuffs, Ava!’

I steady myself. ‘No!’

‘For fuck sake!’ he roars. ‘Don’t play games with me, lady!’

Oh, he’s angry. ‘I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.’ I remind him coolly. He stills, but he’s heaving long, heavy and very frustrated breaths. ‘Are you going to stop being unreasonable and tell me?’

His eyes narrow good and proper. ‘No!’

Oh, he really is a stubborn arse. This is ridiculous, but I’m not prepared to be kept in the dark on this stupid little issue anymore. ‘Fine.’ I say calmly. I fall down onto his chest and clasp his face in my palms. He gazes up at me, waiting for what I’m going to do. I plant my mouth on his and moan as he parts his lips and his tongue darts out, seeking mine.

I pull back.

He growls in frustration.

Shifting off of his lap, I wickedly give his erection a long, slow lick straight up his shaft.

‘Ohhhh, fucking hell,’ he moans despairingly. ‘Ava!’

I smile, sitting on my heels between his legs before collecting my weapon of mass destruction and holding it up in front of him. His head lifts, his eyes nearly falling out when he registers what I’m clasping.

‘Oh, no! Ava, I swear to God!’ He throws his head back on the bed. ‘You can’t do this to me. FUCK!’

I smile and flick the on switch of the diamante embellished vibrator that Jesse took an immediate dislike to on our shopping trip in Camden. He really doesn’t want to share me with anyone or anything. The vibrating kicks in and he moans, thrashing his head to the side.

This is going to kill him. ‘Wow!’ I blurt, getting the full force of the vibrator in my hand. ‘This is one powerful machine.’ I muse to myself.

His eyes are clenched shut, the muscles of his jaw ticking.  ‘Ava, remove the fucking cuffs!’ He grates the words through his clenched teeth.

I couldn’t have hoped for a better response. I will get his age out of him, even if I have to keep him here all morning. In fact, I hope he holds out for a little while. I think I might enjoy this.

I turn the vibrator off, placing it down on the bed, and he slowly opens his eyes. I wait for them to fall on mine. ‘Are you going to tell me how old you are?’ I ask, completely composed.

‘No, I’m not.’

‘Why are you being such a stubborn arse?’ I ask. It’s hard to keep the irritation from my tone. I don’t want him to think he’s winding me up, but even now he’s impossible.

‘Am I not your stubborn God?’ he asks on a small smirk.

He won’t be smirking in a minute. I lift myself to my knees and hold his eyes while I tuck my thumbs into the top of my lace knickers. ‘This morning you’re an arse.’ I slowly draw my knickers down my thighs to my knees, and he follows their path with lust filled eyes. I can see the pulse in his erection beating regularly. ‘Wouldn’t you like to help me out here?’ My voice is seductive and soft as I slowly lick my fingers and slide them down my front to my thighs.