Worth The Wait: A Nature Of Desire Series Novel

by Joey W. Hill

  His lips pulled into a smile. “Almost.” When she opened her eyes, she saw he was on the top of the covers, stripped down to his jeans. He rose and offered her a hand to help her slide out of the high bed.

  As she did, his gaze passed over her, registering strong approval. She’d removed her skirt and blouse and put on one of his snug T-shirts as nightwear so she didn’t wrinkle her clothes.

  “Nice as this is…” Des put his hands on the hem of the T-shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing her unbound breasts, leaving her standing in her lacy panties. He brought her closer, hand slipping inside the filmy fabric to knead her flesh as he kissed her, a wake-up call that had desire returning in one deliciously slow surge.

  When she would have put her arms around him and drawn him back to the bed, he brought her to the window. There was a window seat there with a cushion, and he guided her up onto it, putting her hands on the sash and applying pressure, telling her that was where he wanted her to leave her palms. “Look,” he ordered.

  She glanced out over Thomas and Marcus’s back yard, framed by live oaks and pines. It had the backdrop of a field that had once been farmed but now provided a few acres of pastureland for their three cows and two goats. The chickens were in their roost for the night. But those brief impressions weren’t what he wanted her to see. It didn’t take her more than a blink to find out what he did.

  She drew in a breath. She’d told him she’d never watched Marcus and Thomas in a scene. The closest she’d come to it was the night she’d shared a bed with them for her birthday. Then she’d had the pleasure of curling up behind Marcus, daring to trail her fingertips down his back while he took Thomas next to her. She’d told Des she would be too embarrassed to watch them…while they knew she was watching. She assumed they’d be the same way, but apparently they’d figured out something, based on what Des whispered into her ear.

  “They know we’re here. I thought if you could get the chance to watch them in a way that worked for both of you, you might like it.”

  “How did you get Marcus to agree?” She swallowed a moan as Des’s palms glided over her breasts, light as the touch of air.

  “Sometime in the future, when I’m doing a scene with you, he and Thomas want to watch. It will be at a distance like this.”

  “He…they wanted to do that?”

  “You sound surprised.” He bit her neck. “They may be gay, but the three of you have a special relationship. I think they like the idea of you and all your curves bound up…” His fingers trailed up her bare spine then over her shoulder, around it, so he could press all five digits into the curve of her left breast, take possession of it. She leaned back into him, breath accelerating as he stroked the nipple, caressed the flesh around it. “Deal?”

  “If I say no?”

  “Then I have to close the blinds.”

  “Doms are manipulative, blackmailing sadists.”

  “Yeah, we are.” He kissed her throat again, letting her feel his teeth first as a graze, then latching on hard. As she whimpered, he drew her back against his body, a straining bow notched with an arrow of sensation right down the center. His jaw tightened, teeth digging in as he banded his arm beneath her breasts. He pressed his pelvis against her ass, and she closed her eyes at the size of his erection.

  “Please…”

  “First, you watch. I want to know just how hot watching your friends gets you so I can punish you accordingly.”

  His tone was serious, making her shiver.

  The one-level house was on a high enough foundation she had an elevated view. Marcus had Thomas stretched out on a blanket spread-eagle, his feet toward the field, his eyes blindfolded. His arms and legs were staked out with rope, and he was entirely naked. Marcus was circling him, dressed only in jeans as Des was, but, as Julie watched, he opened and shucked them off, so he could straddle Thomas and feed his cock between his lips.

  Thomas’s fingers clenched in his bonds. Since his body was turned diagonally toward Julie’s view, she could see how stiff his erection was, how it jerked at Marcus’s provocation. Her pussy dampened even more as she watched Thomas suck on Marcus’s cock, the hollowing of his cheeks, the flex of muscle on both men’s bodies as they moved in rhythm with one another.

  She whimpered as Des slid his fingers between her legs, playing in her slipperiness beneath the crotch of the panties. “Please take off all your clothes,” she whispered. “I need you inside me so badly, Des.”

  “I know you do. I’d kill anyone who tried to stop me from fucking you tonight, but we’ll get there. Watch.”

  Thomas’s muscles bunched as Marcus at last pulled away. In that pause, Des removed her panties, then continued to stroke and play in Julie’s cunt, sliding fingers inside her then out, his other hand trailing along her arm, her neck, the side of her breast, then back up to grip her throat and hold her fast. She could do nothing but watch and grip the window sill, her body shaking as he rubbed his denim-clad erection against her backside.

  “Spread your knees wider,” he commanded.

  She obeyed, wanting to beg, wanting to do anything he said. Marcus rose and moved down Thomas’s body. She gasped as he slapped Thomas’s cock with his open hand, doing it a couple times before he gripped Thomas’s testicles, turning his wrist enough to suggest he was putting some twisting pressure on them. When Marcus said something to Thomas with erotic menace on his face, Thomas’s lips parted, his tormented body straining up toward his Master.

  As he did that, Des clasped both her breasts and started putting upward pressure on them. It was an uncomfortable feeling, the kind that spiraled arousal through her as she stretched against him, trying to keep her eye on the tableau as her own Master had ordered.

  “Feel that,” he muttered. “Does it turn you on for me to demand too much from you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”

  Marcus had released his sub and was freeing Thomas’s ankles, but only to bind his thighs and calves together. He untied his arms and rolled him, bringing Thomas up onto hands and knees. Marcus stripped the belt out of his jeans, a thick strap even at this discreet distance. Julie felt a trickle of trepidation for Thomas, even as she suspected he’d respond to it the way she had when Des had done it to her. Anxiety at the pain, but an inexplicable eagerness for it.

  When Marcus struck Thomas, she was amazed at the force. Her fingers convulsed on the ledge again. Thomas had started to put his head down and Marcus said something that brought his blindfolded face up so Julie could see the reflexive pressing of his lips, imagine the grunts coming from between them at each blow. Des reached in front of her and pushed up the window, cracking it so she could hear Thomas’s guttural moans on the breeze.

  “Des, I’m dying here.”

  “It’s beautiful to watch.” He eased several fingers into her wet pussy again and began to thrust, slow and easy. She shuddered and cried out on each penetration, moaning at the withdrawals, begging for more.

  “I need you…your cock. Please.”

  “I like hearing ‘please’ from your lips. Keep begging and I’ll keep thinking about it. Are you still watching?”

  “Yes. Oh God, poor Thomas. It looks like he’s…ah…” She nearly choked as Des did something that sent a tight spiral straight up her core. “Oh, God…”

  “I suspect he’s enjoying every damn minute, no matter how hard Marcus is hitting him. At least his dick looks like it is.”

  “Do you like…watching them?”

  “I like watching a Master work. I love watching you get so stirred up by all of it. Now be quiet. Focus only on that and this…”

  She heard his jeans open, and nearly sobbed in relief as the head of his cock pushed against her opening. While she’d imagined the first time since his surgery to be with him on top of her, in the bed, just the two of them in an isolated bubble of reconnection, there would be time for that. Right now was right now and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. There was a lot of scenery she could antic
ipate on a train ride with him.

  She didn’t expect the climax to detonate when he first breached her slickness, but as she choked on a surprised wail, he slid in all the way to the root and gripped her neck again. He had his arm banded around her hips so she could barely move, the climax forced to happen in a tight warren of space and limited motion, making it all the more intense.

  Especially when Marcus set aside the belt, knelt behind Thomas, gripped his flexing ass cheeks and thrust into him, so fast and deep it suggested he’d already been well-lubed. Thomas’s lips stretched back farther, his head still up.

  Marcus seized his hair in one hand, using that and the hold on his hip to ride his bucking mount thoroughly and hard. His muscles rippled, hair fluttering along his shoulder blades. The set of his mouth and glittering green eyes said he planned to take everything Thomas had and demand more. Looking into Marcus’s face, Julie saw what she often saw in Des’s at this moment.

  They wanted it all, everything to the depths of their sub’s soul. Total possession and even beyond that, something so all-consuming there were no words for it. If there was reincarnation and multiple lives, they wanted all of those. When death came, they intended to leave a brand on the soul of their sub that declared: this one is mine, through all eternity.

  She let out a sound that expressed that truth, that told Des he could have that. That he already did. He was staying so still, letting her spasm and clutch around him, whimper and cry out through the orgasm. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.

  She saw Thomas climax, jetting into the blanket, and Marcus followed right behind him, head tipping back. Hearing the grunts of the two men as they found completion together, she sighed with pleasure. She let go of the window sill to grip Des’s hands on her body, dig in with little bites of her nails, trying to tell him what she needed, but he already knew.

  He withdrew from her and turned her body in the same motion, lifting it in his arms before she could protest or worry. It was clear from the stern set of his face he would tolerate no nursemaiding from her right now.

  He laid her on the bed and stood back, staring down at her body with a peculiar look on his face. “Spread your legs,” he said softly. “Cup your breasts, and look at me. Show me you’re all mine.”

  She opened her thighs, knowing her labia and clit were swollen and wet. She cupped her breasts, her nipples stiff and large. Her pulse jumped in her throat as his hot gaze covered her. She realized then he wasn’t wearing his pump, and he’d removed the injection site. Today was the day he’d change it out, so he’d wanted nothing between them this first time. She wet her lips.

  “Stay in that exact position until I tell you that you can move,” he said. Putting his knee on the bed, he positioned himself between her spread legs, taking hold of his cock and slowly stroking himself over her cunt, allowing a couple drops of pre-come to splatter on her clit. She shuddered but held her position. His eyes lifted to her parted, moist lips.

  “As tempting as your mouth is right now, I’ll take advantage of that later. You’ll use that to slick me up right before I fuck your ass. Every time I’ve tied you up and brought you to climax these past few weeks, I’ve thought about all the ways I want to use your body, love. It’s a good thing you had that nap, but even after I tire you out, I’m going to fuck you in your sleep. I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine no matter where you are.”

  It so matched what she had just thought, it raised the hair on her neck, but in a good way. Thank God, he finally fed his cock into her cunt again, a slow, deep sinking until he adjusted to brace himself over her. His gaze raked her body, the way she was still holding her breasts on display for him. Her thighs trembled against his hips, her body held in an excruciating stasis for him.

  “Tell me what you want, Julie.”

  “I want to put my arms and legs around you. I want to hold you so I can feel our hearts beat together. I need you so close. Please.”

  “All right. But you let me do the moving, like you’re a puppet and I’m holding the strings. I’m going to tie you like that sometime, so you have to move with the pull of the ropes, letting me direct every movement.”

  “I’d love that.” She could imagine that as one of the upcoming performances, except she didn’t want him to do it with someone else. Maybe…maybe she’d do it with him. She didn’t care who was watching.

  He lifted her legs, directing her to clamp them around his bare hips and ass. He bent and kissed the top of her breasts, dipping his head enough to wrap his lips around each cherry-sized nipple in turn and indulge a suckling while she panted and her pussy squeezed down on him. She could feel the telltale quiver of his thighs, the tautness of his ass, evidence of the restraint he was putting on his own desires.

  Lifting his head, he took her right hand from her breast, kissed her palm and guided it to his side. Then the other one. He met her gaze.

  “You can move and hold me however you like now,” he said quietly. “I love you, Julie. No matter what. No matter how good or bad it gets, I love you.”

  “Same goes,” she said, her voice shaking. She slid her arms up to his shoulders, tightened her legs around him as he pushed deep into her. She pressed her face into his neck, holding on as he began to thrust. So much control all these weeks, but suddenly, in the space of an indrawn breath, it broke free. Her cry was as raw as Thomas’s as Des pushed her legs higher up on his back so he could slam into her more forcefully, testicles slapping against her perineum, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. He gripped her ass in both hands, shortening the thrusts to make them even more potent, rubbing against her insides, drawing her up the side of that cliff with him again.

  He rolled them so she was straddling him and he was bringing her down on him with a hard hand on her hip and another tangled in her hair, his gaze all over the bouncing movement of her breasts. He reared up to capture a nipple in his teeth and bit, making her yelp at the pain but tangle her fingers in his hair to hold on, take it, take anything he needed to do to her. He rolled her to her back again and braced himself above her, slowing it down, then speeding it up. He was obviously taking full pleasure in being inside her once again as he drew closer and closer to release.

  He was her anchor in a world that was spinning and quaking. He came down on her again, let her wrap her arms around him once more. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of every position, every view. It told her he wasn’t making empty threats about what the rest of her night was going to be like. But she was okay with that. With all of it.

  She held onto him, spoke incoherent messages of love into his ear as their bodies rocked and moved together. He responded in kind, and she pressed her cheek against his face. “Des,” she whispered. “Master. Please give all of yourself to me. Please.”

  He was close, she could tell he was, but she also sensed a struggle in him. This close, so open to one another, she understood. He was having to hurdle an obstacle that had come with the surgery, some wall of uncertainty about the strength of his body, the full recuperation of it. She could feel it in him now, that struggle, and she slid her hands down his back to grip his flexing buttocks and gazed up at him.

  “Master,” she whispered again. “Please come for me. I need to feel you release inside me.”

  His brown eyes were fiery heat, and his lips stretched back in a snarl, a ripple going through his body as he finally let go. The climax was hard and long, a pulsing, heated wetness that sent her spiraling off into a jolting aftershock.

  When they at last slowed, she was gasping and he had a satisfied set to his mouth. It filled her with anticipation, and a contentment so deep she didn’t ever want to leave this moment.

  Almost. She wouldn’t let him go, willing him to lay his full weight on her.

  “I’m too heavy.”

  “Not for just a minute. Please.”

  He complied, though he propped his elbow by her head so she didn’t have all of it. Though he was lean, he was a very solid one-seventy again,
so she appreciated the consideration, despite perversely also wanting him so close he crushed her.

  “Thank you. For all of it. And the thing with Marcus and Thomas. Why…?”

  “Because I wanted to give you something.” He spoke against her hair. “Something no one else could give you, to thank you for…everything. I didn’t want to just fuck you like some kind of rabbit, this first time.”

  “I would have been totally fine with that. I was almost fine with it on the table in front of the whole family this afternoon. It was a close thing.”

  His lips pulled against her face in a smile. She closed her eyes, held him tighter. “But this was amazing. Do I need to thank Marcus too?”

  “This was a Dom-to-Dom thing. The acceptable etiquette is to act like nothing happened, unless you and Thomas want to have some gushy sub-bonding over how wonderful your Masters are.”

  Julie chuckled, her muscles rippling along his cock, still within her. “First, Thomas would agree with me that neither of you needs any more ego stroking. Second, I think that’s more a girly thing. Thomas will probably be better if we don’t talk about it. We never really talked much about the New York thing, either. It just was, a very nice was that needed no embellishment or analysis.”

  “Good decision.” Des let out a contented sigh and rolled, taking her with him so she was spread out over his body, her thigh over his, arm over his chest, face against his neck.

  She ran her fingers lightly down his side, to the upper rise of his firm buttocks. “Did all these nicks and scars come from roofing? You’re like a New York cab.”

  He gathered her to him. “Some of them. I was an adventurous kid, too.”

  She rested her hand on his chest, threading through his chest hair and moving up to trace his throat. He glanced down at her, cocking his head at her absorption. When she brought her hand up to his jaw, he met her with his hand palm to palm, fingers folding together. She loved him. So much.

  “I love you, too,” he said, and it didn’t surprise her that he’d heard and answered what she’d said only in her heart. He touched her chin. “So you think a sliver of that no-sugar pie Elaine had us bring back to the house would be good right now?”