Dream & Dare (9 page)

She loved when he did that. Threads of ecstasy so sharp they were brittle shot from that point, into her head, her heart, between her legs. She arched backward with a cry, her hands holding his head to her. She might have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her, and she him.

Then he released her breast and went to his knees, pulling her loosened corset over her hips, down her legs. She stepped out of it. From his knees, he removed her shoes, her skirt, and her tights, until she was standing before him in nothing but her jewelry. Her cheap rubber bracelets and her beautiful new diamond rings.

He pressed his face between her legs, and she felt his tongue on her, licking through her folds. Her fingers curled tightly in his hair. “Oh God, Hooj!” she gasped.

“Spread your legs for me, wife.” He’d barely moved from her to speak; she could feel his lips and breath moving against her clit.

Thrilled at the thing he’d called her, that it was true, she obeyed and was rewarded with his hand moving between her legs, his fingers sliding through her wet, pushing into her body. As his tongue tantalized her clit, Bibi felt his thumb slide into her pussy. She could tell by the feel of it and the position of his hand that it was his thumb, and she knew what it meant, what he would do next. She sagged back against the table, spreading her legs more, making way for him.

But instead, his hand and mouth left her, and he stood. Covering her mouth with his, he pushed his tongue deep to tangle with hers, and he walked her to the bed, lifting her up and laying her across the mattress. Then he stepped back and shed his clothes, keeping his eyes on her all the while.

He, and the champagne, had made her dizzy and horny, and she felt at loose ends while he undressed. She’d never let him see her touch herself before, but her fingers were in her wet, replaying the movement of his tongue over her clit, before she’d realized it was happening.

She saw his eyes widen and go even darker at the sight, and the new rings on her finger made her bold. She spread her legs wide and pushed her fingers into her pussy.

“Jesus,” he muttered. He pulled something from his pocket before he laid his kutte over a chair. She was too focused on how good she felt to give it much attention. It wasn’t a condom, she knew that. She was on the Pill and had been as long as she’d lived in California, so they’d never used condoms.

He came to the bed and lay over her. Before she could move her hand, his cock was there, pushing into her, even while her fingers were still moving inside her. She gasped at the enormous fullness, and he groaned and pushed deep. “God, baby. God, that feels…fuck.”

But it was too much fullness, too much stretch, and she moved her hand. He groaned again, harshly, as if she’d hurt him, and then kissed her. He thrust hard, and their grunts were muffled by their mouths, grinding together.

As his thrusts sped up and she hooked her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life, he tore his mouth from hers and buried his face against her neck. She loved this best of all, her face tucked to his shoulder while he rocked inside her, the way the scent of him surrounded her completely, the way she could feel his muscles moving against her cheek as he filled her up again and again, enlivening her body in ways only he could. She loved the sound of them, their bodies waxing and waning together, and the sound of him, his labored breath and feral grunts, and the sound of herself, the cries and moans that seemed independent of her will.

And then his hand slid under her, between her and the bed, and his fingers found the ruched ring of her anus. This was a thing he liked that, before him, she’d never known was a thing at all. Not for straight people, at least. The first time his finger had touched her there, that very first night, she’d about had a heart attack. She’d been afraid at first. But now she knew she liked it, and she brought her knees up higher, spread herself wider, as his finger pushed in. Immediately, she felt the spasm and rush that signaled the onset of her climax, and the sound of them changed as her juices flowed even more.

When she moaned, he chuckled, “That’s my wild girl.” And pushed another finger in.

“Oh God. Hooj! Yes!”  Lord, that felt so good. She didn’t know how it was possible.

Just as she was getting to the point where all she cared about was the splendid tumult in her body, he took his hand from her and lifted away, to his knees. She groaned and tried to pull him back, but he eluded her with another chuckle.

Still inside her, he looked down. “I love you, Bibi Elliott.”

Hearing her new name for the first time, she smiled, forgetting the crushing disappointment at having her orgasm derailed. “I love you, too. Come back here.”

“You’re mine now. Forever.”

She nodded. “And you’re mine. So get down here.” He thrust into her, and she whimpered and arched. “Please, Hooj. I was close.”

His eyes went black, his expression intent and serious. “I want all of you. Give me all of you.”

“You have me.” Now she was getting confused as well as frustrated. “Don’t you?”

“Let me take you here.” He pushed his hand between them, under their joining, and smoothed his fingertips over her anus.

Oh. Based on her sample of cocks she’d experienced, which was not exactly extensive, but was almost double digits, Hoosier was enormous. Fingers were one thing—fingers were wonderful—but the thought of taking his cock that way…

“Hooj, I don’t…” She couldn’t finish; she didn’t want to tell him no, but she didn’t want to tell him yes, either. She was afraid.

“I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you. Trust me, Bedelia. The way you take my fingers, I know you’ll like it.”

“I’m scared.”

He smiled his wise smile and then leaned over and picked up something from the bed—whatever it was he’d had in his kutte pocket. She’d forgotten.

He handed her a small brown bottle. “Hit this. It’ll be okay.”

It was Rush. “I’ve never done poppers, though.”

“No? Really? Why not?”

“I don’t like puttin’ things up my nose.”

“It’s just vapor, baby. Just sniff the top of the bottle.” While his fingers continued to tease her anus, he smoothed his other hand over her belly. “Trust me.”

She trusted him. And his thrusts continued, slow and gentle now, keeping her need acute. So she came up onto her elbows and opened the little bottle. She huffed a deep huff.

And instantly—
instantly
—her head spun and her heart raced. The room rocked and rolled, and she felt higher than she ever had in her life. She giggled. “Oh, fuck me!”

Smiling broadly, Hoosier took the bottle from her, took a deep hit of his own, and recapped it. Setting it aside, he pulled out of her and pushed his cock at her other hole. It didn’t hurt. In fact, she felt like all of her muscles had just given up and clocked out for the day. She was made of vapor and nerves and nothing else.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned and then, holding her thighs down at her chest, he simply pushed into her all the way.

It didn’t hurt at all. To her, it felt like all of her nerves were winding around his cock as he pushed into this place no cock had ever gone before. Winding around him and holding him, thrumming with every possible sensation in the known universe and beyond it.

“The high won’t last long. Touch yourself, baby. Make the most of it.”

Staring up into his handsome, wise face, she put her hand down and found her clit, wet and aching.

Sweet Jesus! “Oh Hooj! Oh my God, it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good.”

“I love it when you talk to me,” he panted. “I’ve wanted to fuck this beautiful ass since I first saw you. This is mine. You’re mine.” She saw him look down and knew he was watching their bodies coming together. “Look at that. God, that’s beautiful. I want you to feel this later and know that you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” she gasped.

His eyes came up and found hers. “Forever.”

She nodded.

“I need you to come for me, Beebs. I need to watch you come while my dick is in your ass. I need to feel it.”

She was close, but not quite there, and she could tell that the high was ebbing already. Was it even possible to come on command?

The question became rhetorical when Hoosier pushed his fingers into her pussy and curled them upward, against that place inside her that felt like no other. “Come on, baby.”

He was in her ass and her pussy at the same time. Her own hand was on her clit, rubbing in a familiar, and efficient, rhythm. She was filled and stimulated every which way, and now she
was
coming on command, the biggest orgasm she’d ever had in her whole life. As it grew inside her, turning her into a creature of pure id, she shook and thrashed, lifting her hips to meet him, making him thrust into her even harder. He shifted, moving over her, pressing her down into the bed, grunting violently with every forward surge, and she felt his balls bouncing against her.

Then he sucked a nipple into his mouth, and it was too much. So much pleasure it was an agony. More ecstasy than she could stand. “God, Hooj! No, oh fuck, no! No!” Then her wet came down with such a rush it seemed to splash over their hands, and what happened inside her was nothing short of an explosion. Her vision dimmed to fog and glitter, and she screamed.

Far, far away, she heard Hoosier make a sound like a roar and felt him jerking and seizing against her.

He eased out of her as soon as he was done. She felt it at that distance, and it didn’t hurt. Then he collapsed at her side, and for a timeless span, they were still, the only sound in the room the mingled heaves of their erratic, desperate breath.

Hoosier moved first, rolling to his side and leaning over her. He brushed her hair from her eyes, and she realized that she was soaked in sweat. The high of the popper was gone, leaving a headache in its wake. And yes, she felt what they’d done. She was sore. But not hurt.

“Beebs? You said no, but I couldn’t stop. And you were jacking yourself off so hard I couldn’t make sense if you wanted me to stop. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

She took a deep breath but couldn’t find words. He held her face in his hand, cupping her jaw. “Bedelia Beth, open your eyes and talk to me.”

Instead, she covered his hand with hers and turned her face into his palm. She had to cry. She wasn’t sad. She wasn’t hurt. But she needed to cry. So she pursed her lips against the tough skin of his palm, and she cried.

“Jesus Christ, Beebs. Come on. Please talk to me.”

It took a while more, but she pulled herself together. Pressing another kiss to his palm, which now tasted of her tears, she turned and smiled up at him. God, he looked scared and worried—and totally in love with her. “I’m not hurt. I’m just…I don’t know. I never felt anythin’ like that before. I feel like I’m
changed
. I know that don’t make sense, but that’s the best I can say it.” She touched his face, smoothing the worry from his brow. “I think you just officially ruined me for anybody else forever.”

His fear was supplanted with joy, his worry with pride. He grinned down at her.

“Good.”

~oOo~

Hoosier had an iron grip on the framed photo of them standing under that tacky wicker wedding arch, which was not so different from the tacky wicker homecoming arch she’d stood under with Joel. It wasn’t the best photo from that day—the best one had been sitting on her dresser in their bedroom and was now lost to them forever—but it was a good reminder of a great day.

Sitting next to him on the bed, Bibi felt flushed and restless. Why on earth had she talked about their wedding night? And in such detail! She guessed she really needed to get laid. They’d still had a healthy, happy, raunchy sex life, even after so many years. But it had been months, nearly four now, since they’d been able to be together like that. And it would be months before it would happen again.