Ditching The Dream (Dream Series) (29 page)

I
don’t share. Why was I letting her even “think about it”?

I was such a wuss with her. I used to be strong.

I hadn’t seriously dated anyone since high school. My past thirty years have been onsies or twosies… except
her
. But
she
served a
purpose
. And there was
only
that one purpose. Beth… Beth was already so much
more
than
her
. And with time, Beth could
be
more. Beth might be able to fulfill both roles. Then I wouldn’t need
her
. I would only need Beth. And maybe I wouldn’t need any of the other things. I would be normal. Regular. Whole.

I
opened my eyes.

“Welcome back,” Jack’s voice sounded in my ear, his hand dragging up and down my arm. I turned and stared at him. I was confused.

“Like I said, a Stradivarius.”

“What happened?”

“You experienced
la petite morte
.”

I’d taken high school French and put together the words.
The little death.
I took a mental inventory. I had been standing with my hands tied, feeling incredible pleasure. Now I was in bed, under a sheet, hands unbound, with Jack lying next to me.

“You passed out. How do you feel?” he continued.

“Cheated?” I replied.

Jack threw his head back and roared with laughter.

“What?” I whined, propping myself up on my, now free, elbow, staring down at him.

“That is the best answer I’ve ever heard!” He continued to howl, tears from laughing building in the corners of his eyes.

“Why? I was looking forward to feeling that… that
one.
”

His hand came up and cupped my face, his eyes, still merry with laughter. “You are something else.” His lips softly rest upon mine.

My lips, not needing an invitation, greedily kissed back. I wriggled my tongue at the seam of his lips and they opened graciously. I dug a hand into his hair, gripping eagerly, wanting,
needing,
everything on an extreme level. Jack shifted his body, looping his leg over me and settled his body on top of mine.

He took hold of my hands and placed them over my head.

“Reach under the headboard and hold on. Don’t let go, or I’ll get the restraints.” My eyes bugged out, but not for fear, rather in excitement. I grabbed under the headboard, which was nicely padded, and settled in. A tiny part of me wished to tempt him to get the restraints, but I decided to let his words be my confines.

Jack nodded his approval then one hand slowly descended and reached my sex. “And you’re still wet,” he purred with a mischievous grin. “Was it the flogger? Or being bound?” he asked between kisses as they started to trail down my jawline and my neck.

“All of it,” I breathed. “Being bound. The flogger.
You
.” That last word coming out in a rush as Jack slipped a finger over my pulsing clit.

His kisses had reached the swell of my breast. My breathing grew more intense and he leaned back to watch my chest rise and fall. He raised his eyes to mine, drunk with passion. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his mouth to my nipple.

My eyelids fluttered at the sensation and closed.

“No. Open them,” he commanded. “Watch.”

I opened my eyes. Jack’s mouth again fastened to my breast. He closed his eyes though, and a serene peace fell on his face as he sucked and nipped at my breast with his mouth. The hand between my legs continued with its own brand of magic, entrancing my body and casting an unbreakable spell. His other hand, having found its way to my other breast, kneaded and pinched in the same fashion as his mouth worked on me.

Oh, holy hell, was it erotic collection of sensations! Watching his mouth. Feeling his hands. Smelling the sweaty, spicy mix of sex in the room. Listening to ragged breathing, moaning and sighs. My head began to fog again of all thought and my body became a divining rod for pleasure.

His eyes slowly opened and locked with mine, and his mouth started a downward journey, sucking and nipping along the way. He reached my mound. He inhaled and moaned. Then I watched as he brought the fingers that had been buried in my slit up to his mouth, and he slowly sucked them. “You are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. I’m going to devour you.”

His head dipped down and his tongue darted out, slowly licking up my folds. When he reached my sensitive, throbbing clit, he avoided it. I lifted my hips as best I could with his arms pinning my legs down. But his eyes met mine with a smile and letting me know that he knew what he was doing; who was in control.

I couldn’t look away. Repeatedly, he licked me bottom to top. Top to bottom. Only letting his breath touch my screaming bud. I willed him to take my clit and make me come again, but he only smiled his pleasure. It was so erotic.

I dropped my head back and squeezed my eyes closed.

“EYES!” he yelled from between my legs. I trained my eyes back down at him and tried to convey my desperation with a look.

He got the message, and his lips curved around my hot button, his tongue flicking on me as he plunged a finger or maybe two inside of me.

My hips bucked upward, my core finding release.

He slid his body up mine and he kissed me deep and hard. I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t need to. I just needed him. I needed him to want me, just like he wanted me to need him. It all made sense.

His fingers continued to slowly rub inside, stroking at the front of me. I felt like I was going to burst. My breathing again became erratic. My head blank of any thought. Was he really bringing me to another climax so soon? I wasn’t sure I could handle that.

Suddenly it all stopped. My eyes flew to his. I became aware of movement to the side of my head and as I turned, Jack’s hand reached for a torn condom wrapper. He had the thing prepped and ready to go. Thank god, because I don’t think I could have managed if I he had to stop to go and find one.

Sitting up on his knees, he reached down and skillfully slipped the latex over his huge, throbbing erection. His cock was a thing of beauty and I wondered if
it
had ever been photographed.

He laid down on top of me and mashed his lips on mine, his hands gripping my head. He was moaning as his tongue laved over mine, the vibrations from his chest ringing through mine.

“I want you on top,” he commanded rolling us over. I froze at his words and my heart instantly began to pound in my chest.

Sitting astride him, or any man for that matter, was not something I was comfortable with. I never had been. It would mean that my whole body would be on display. I nearly felt sick.

“I don’t think –” I stammered.

“Damn it! Stop thinking. Trust… Feel…” The intensity of his eyes stopped me cold. It wasn’t a harshness there, it was confidence. I searched his eyes and found a peace to proceed.

I put my hands on his chest and slowly pushed myself up, settling my knees on either side of his hips. Under me, his sheathed cock throbbed. Waiting. My breath quickened.

As I looked down at his gorgeous face, it amazed me that he desired me. I had to find a way to do this. I dropped my eyes to his chest. So strong. The soft curls just around the middle. I ran my hands through the hairs. His eyes closed softly and he inhaled slowly.

“That
feels
good, doesn’t it?” His eyes peeked open and sought mine. “It feels good to me, too.” He put his hands on my hips and pushed them back so I was over his pulsing penis. “This will feel even better,” he said, angling his hips upward. He then cupped his hands under my ass, encouraging me upward. I obliged, rising up on my knees. As his eyes raked over my body, I fought the urge to cover up knowing that it would only upset him.

“Take my cock and put it in position.”

I started to speak and was instantly stopped with his eyes. Nervously, I reached between my legs and took hold of his sheathed shaft. It was so hard. Pulsing. Strong.

“That’s right,” he groaned.

I gave a small stroke and he groaned his approval. I could do this. I placed the tip at my opening and felt my own arousal practically dripping. I locked eyes with him, feeding off the heat in his eyes.

Slowly I eased onto him. The feeling was indescribable. I felt so empowered. The sensation was quite different than when I was lying back. The expression on his face gave me all the encouragement I needed. It was dark, but enraptured. Gently, I sunk lower, taking more of him into me. It wasn’t long before I winced. It was so deep this way. And I could still feel that he wasn’t all the way in. I was terrified. I wasn’t going to be able to take him all the way in.

His hands left my hips and he pushed himself up to sitting, his mouth only reaching my shoulder from this position. He pulled my hand from between us and wrapped them around his shoulders. He planted a few kisses on my neck, trailing down to my breast, where he swirled his tongue all around my hard nipple. The change in position helped reduce some of the intensity, but I still felt in control.

We rocked that way for a few delicious moments while I grew accustomed to his size from this position. The hungry and satisfied look in Jack’s eye fed my confidence as I started to rock on top of him, with his arms tight around me, working him into me deeper and deeper with each roll of my hips.

“We’ll take this slowly.” His eyes bore into me. His gaze told me so many things. I felt beautiful. I felt cherished. I felt cared for.

I continued to rock and let myself take more and more of him in. The feeling was incredible. The friction on my clit was enough to make me mad, and it spurred me on as my core grew tighter and tighter. I was going to come soon.

He groaned under me. “Mmmmm. You feel so damn good!” He started to lower himself back to the bed, and the pressure built inside of me. I felt him as deep as I’ve ever been penetrated, but now it didn’t hurt at all. It was amazing and from behind my eyelids I could almost see the fireworks.

Jack took hold of my hands and I continued to roll my hips back and forth, with his hips meeting my every move.

“You’ve got this,” he encouraged me through his pantings. “Harder, Beth,” he grunted. And I did. I ground harder and faster. I was no longer under my control. It was my body that took over. This was the dance as it was meant to be done. And then the fireworks show started.

I sensed my orgasm so intensely all around him, my back arching fully. He let go of one my hands and reached for my breast. Pinching my nipple, amplifying the sensations, or maybe it was a second climax on the heels of the first. I was awash with satisfaction, and still wanted more.

I went back to rolling my hips in small circles, resting my hands on his chest. I wondered if his nipples would react the same as mine, so I gave them a slight pinch.

Jack’s eyes flew open, wild with delight. Jack’s hands landed solidly on my hips and he thrust upward. His neck muscles straining. I watched his orgasm build. His breathing nearly stopped as he thrust harder and harder. His face screwed up in a heady mix of pleasure and pain.

His eyes once again locked with mine. His cock swelled inside of me and then he growled his own release.

S
weaty and recovering, my head resting on his arm, I lazily drew patterns with my nails on Jack’s super-fine chest.

“So, tell me about Jack Stevens. And don’t avoid the question. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“Oh really? How would you know?”

Not wanting to show my hand that I really did know about him, I went with, “I’m a mother of three. My lie-dar is impeccable.”

His laughter erupted, causing my insides to coil. I loved that delicious sound. “Okay. I’m the youngest of eight. I grew up in a small farming town. My family is all still on the ranch. I was sort of the black sheep for many years after I left. Things are better now though.”

“What do you do now?”

“Public relations.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Hm-mmm. Try again.”

“Wow, you’re good.”

“Mother of three.”