Ditching The Dream (Dream Series) (21 page)

“Those shoes do amazing things for your legs,” he uttered, not taking his eyes off them. I smiled to myself and kept moving toward the stairs. I was trembling with a heady mix of excitement and power.

Looking over my shoulder, our eyes locked and I started up the stairs, hoping I wouldn’t slip and fall. I took each step carefully, gripping the polished railing. I saw Jack adjust his pants and I smirked. I loved that I affected him. He smirked back, and started up the stairs to watch as I made my way up the last few steps.

I arrived at the top landing and walked to the first door. I was suddenly a little fearful that I would be opening the door to a twisted room of torture devices like I’d read in a popular book series. I wasn’t sure how I would react if it was.

Jack slid up behind me, his lips kissing the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. What a great benefit of having short hair. “Nothing to fear here. It’s okay. I will take care of you,” he growled into my ear.

He started to nibble on my ear, stoking the fire that had started dwindling from fear. I turned into him and landed my lips on his.

“Now, open the door,” he instructed, his lips not leaving mine.

I reached behind me and twisted the handle, pushing the door open. He kept kissing me, and his hands possessively curled around my back as he walked us into the room.

My hands instinctively went to work at the buttons on the blue shirt that was still in place. I was eager to see his chest again, and even more eager to see the treasure that waited for me in those slacks. Maybe subconsciously I didn’t want to know what the room that we were standing in looked like.

In no time at all, his shirt was on the floor and my hands were fumbling with the belt and button on his pants. Almost instantly, the pants fell to the floor showing off a nice pair of satin boxer shorts. I reached for the shorts but Jack caught my wrists.

“Patience,” he cautioned. “I want this to last. I’m not in a race here. I want to enjoy all of this. We have all night.”

He walked us back a few more steps, while he stepped out of his puddled pants and shoes. Suddenly I felt something at the back of my legs. I glanced behind me and noticed a huge king sized bed. I took in my surroundings a little more and saw that this was just a regular bedroom. Decorated similarly to the living room in browns and creams and dark woods. I breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached over, pulled the comforter off, and lowered us onto the bed. He worked us upward until my head was resting on a pillow.

He nibbled on my neck. “I love watching your heart. Beat. Right. Here.” His lips kissed and nipped at the artery that I could feel pounding.

I became very self-conscious in the quiet. Greg and I always had some kind of background noise. “Do you want to turn on some music or something?” I asked.

“Why. Would. I. Want. That?” he asked, his kisses on my neck and shoulders not stopping. “If we had music on I couldn’t hear this…” He kissed the tender spot at the base of my neck. A whimper left my lips.

He ran a thumb over my nipple, as it strained for release from the lace confines. He expertly rolled my nipple under the lace between his fingers. I gasped from his touch. “And I wouldn’t hear that.” My hips jolted upward seeking more. Needing more.

His hand started to trail southward, my breast feeling cheated at the loss of his hand. But then Jack shifted his body and was over me, his mouth coming down on the lace. As his fingers worked at my core through the lace, his teeth began to pinch at my nipple.

I wriggled with delight, which spurred him onward. He pressed a finger to my core through my soaked panties. “Are you wet for
me
?” he teased. He pulled the fabric aside and sunk a finger deeply into me. My eyes flew open, my breath quickened.

Slowly he plunged his finger in, then withdrew it almost all the way, then back in and he wriggled it, my hips jerking in response. A deep groan escaped my throat. “And I love hearing
that
,” he said with a crooked grin.

He pulled his finger back and on re-entry I could feel that it was now two fingers plunging in and filling me. I ground my hips greedily into his hand as his thumb found my clit and pressed a small circle around the sensitive bud. I needed more. I was coming undone. He was winding me tightly, like a top. I needed to spin.

I lifted my head and studied him. How had I been married for twenty some years and never felt this with my husband? How had I made three babies with someone who not once did this to me? And not just with Jack, Kevin made me feel this way, too.

“How does that feel?”

I searched his face not knowing what to say.
Fantastic? Out of this world? Why am I in another man’s bed?
I went with, “Nice.”

Jack searched my eyes for a moment or two then slipped out of bed and started walking away.
What did I say? Why is he leaving?
Those thoughts quickly gave way as I admired his terrifically toned back and firm ass. When had his boxers hit the floor?

He calmly walked over to the wall and pressed on it. It popped open softly. A secret paneled closet?
Whoa!
But that surprise paled to what was
in
the closet.

The lighting wasn’t the best in the room, but what I could make out… were those coiled whips? And silver handcuffs? And several other objects I couldn’t even begin to describe. All the heat that was building in my core started to evaporate. This
was
a room like in that book, just well hidden.

What have I gotten myself into?
His high school nickname of ‘Jack-Ass-Jack’ and my sisters warnings came flooding to the forefront of my mind. My eyes darted around for my clothes. Shit! My things were still in the living room.

My eyes darted to the door we’d come in, and noted there were two more doors. One closed and an open door revealing a bathroom. I could make it to the bathroom, but I’d have to cross Jack’s path to get there.

Glancing over his shoulder at me, he winked. Did he know I was considering an escape?

He turned back to his Wall of Pain and I heard the soft slip of fabric.
What was that?

As he approached the bed, his eyes dancing with delight, I saw a long strip of black shiny satin two or feet long and three or four inches wide in his hand. Standing next to the bed, he took my chin in his hand and brought my face up to look at him. His eyes were on fire, even more than had been in the living room. I was riveted. Something about the confidence in his stance and the care in his eyes, I was calmed — sort of.

He brushed his thumb over my lip. “You think too much. We need to have you focus on your feelings. Not what you see.”

He brought the satin fabric up to my face, covered my eyes with it, and tied it securely behind my head. His lips were then on my lips, but they seemed different. More sensual, more tender, more hungry. He bit my lower lip lightly, stoking the embers in my core, bringing them back to life.

Next, I was lowered down onto the bed. I felt the back of his right hand slowly brush down my face and along my jaw.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled.

His thumb again brushed on my lower lip. He gently pressed his thumb into my mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded.

I gave a little suck.

“No, not like that. Long pulls. Like it’s a cock… my cock… in your mouth.” His tone was soft, yet left no room for debate.

My jaw dropped open. I don’t do that!

He wiggled his thumb. I stretched my lips down his thumb and undulated my tongue while sucking.
Like this?
I swirled my tongue around his thumb. The hiss that escaped his lips was a good indicator that I’d done well.

Then his hand was gone. What now? I felt his hands on my hips, his fingers sliding under the waistband of my panties. Ever so slowly, the lacy number was pulled down my legs and then Jack’s hand slid up. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. With kisses in the wake of his touch.

I gripped the sheets in my hands.
Oh please!
I shouted in my head.
Hurry up already!
His hand nearly at my junction, I tilted my hips to signal to him that that was where I wanted him to be.

“So impatient,” he tut-tutted. “All in good time.”

I sunk my head deeply against the bed. Was he really going to tease me further? What did he want from me? Did he want me to beg? Because really, I was nearly at that point.

I felt him kneel between my legs and his lips came down on my lower belly. Little nips, and then his hands at my breasts, pulling the lace down releasing my heaving mounds. With his fingers he rolled my nipples into tight pebbles. My breath grew fast and hard. I never had before, but I felt as though I might come just from that alone.

My hands came up and slid down his back to his tight ass and then I dragged my nails up his back. I ached to press my thighs together trying to relieve some of the discomfort growing in my sex. When his lips caught my nipple and sucked, I stood on the top of a mind blowing orgasm. If he didn’t do something soon, I was going to lose it.

“Do you want to come, Beth? Do you need me to make you come?”

“Yes!” I nearly shouted.

Suddenly, he slid down my body and placed his mouth on my mound, his tongue lapping at my folds then his lips closing around my clit, as a finger, or two, slid home and my world exploded.

My body shuddered with delight. My mind went blank. I felt as though I were floating and tumbling through space at the same time. I felt myself clenching around Jack’s fingers as his thumb continued to swirl around my clit.

“God, yes, baby. Like that,” he moaned.

And before I had fully come down off the high of that climax, he started to work another one into a frenzy with his fingers. I gripped at his back.

“Please.” I heard the word come out of my mouth. I didn’t recognize the voice, but I knew it was mine.

“Please what?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” It was the truth. There was so much I wanted to ask for. To make me come again. To take the blindfold off. To have sex with me.

“Then what are you begging for?”

“You.”

“What about me, Beth?”

I gulped. I needed to come again. I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to be fully satisfied. I’d never asked for anything in bed before. How do I phrase my needs?

Sex with Greg was a little finger diddle from him to spread whatever wetness he could find, then he plunged into me and pumped until he came, all the while, David Letterman joked on the TV in the background. I don’t think we ever went longer than then six minutes. I never came when I had sex with Greg, not that I had that one time before Greg either, only in my private sessions had I come. And in the past two days, I’d experienced orgasms with two men, both times without actually having sex.

A
ll this focusing on what I was feeling, all this attention to me, had left me rattled.

“What about me, Beth?” he repeated. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you need me inside of you as much as I want to be inside of you?”

Oh thank you!
I could deal with yes and no questions. “Yes!” I cried.

He got up off the bed. I wanted so badly to take off the blindfold to see what he was doing, but at the same time I didn’t want visuals for any more surprises.

Straining my ears, I heard the faint sound of a drawer closing, followed by the tear of a foil packet, an indistinguishable sound, and then I felt Jack situate himself between my legs again. He leaned over me, his body hot and lightly resting on mine, and removed the blindfold. I looked up into his beautiful face.

“I love your eyes,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“Your eyes. They are amazing. Their shape. Their color. So alluring… I could get lost in them.”

I had always hated how my eyes were so big and dark. “Thanks,” I whispered.

“I want to watch your eyes when you come. Are you ready? If you say no, then I will stop.”

I searched his eyes and knew that this was where I wanted to be. This felt right, no matter how wrong it might be.

“Yes, Jack. I’m ready.”

His fingers separated my folds and then the crown of his cock was at my entrance. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed.

Balancing his body above mine, with my head cradled in his hands, he thrust into me with one swift move. I took in a sharp gasp of air. He was bigger than I was used to.

“Are you okay, Beth?” he asked, his eyes full of concern. I nodded. “Let me know when you’re ready for the rest.”

The rest??

I took a few measured breaths, eyes still locked with Jack, then nodded.

His eyes closed slowly and he moved his hips, sliding further into me. The pain was incredibly pleasurable, and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my mouth. He started to move slowly out, then plunged back in. The expression on his face was one to behold. It was painfully evident that he was using a tremendous amount of restraint.

In no time at all I was ready to snap again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders – his powerful, muscular, sweaty shoulders. I inhaled, ready to explode. The smell of sex permeated the room. I heard him whimper and watched his neck strain as he tried to control himself. What a turn on.