I reached for the lower part of his back, trailing the tips of my nails down toward his butt, squeezing each sublime cheek and touching every part of him that I could. Wanting … needing to feel any and everything. Whatever was adhered to his hip was small, about the size of a quarter. I ran a finger across it, looking at him with question. His long shaft rested between my thighs, his hips pushing into mine as I tried ignoring the flame between my thighs, knowing I couldn’t.
“Justin?” He lowered his forehead against mine.
“Will you tell me what this is?” My finger rested on top of the small patch, my insides twisting with a quick stab of worry.
His fingertips traced the outline of my lips.
“It’s nothing. Nothing at all for you to worry about.”
His forefinger still mapped my lips as he leaned over and kissed me again, his hunger-filled eyes wide open as our tongues swirled together. His hand eased down my face, reaching my nipple and caressing it between his fingertips before cupping my entire breast between his palm and squeezing.
“Please. Tell me everything’s okay, Justin. That you’re all right.”
“I’m fine,” he whispered.
“Are you?”
His mouth fell to my breasts, easing one of them gently between his lips.
“Everything is fine, Hartley. Let me stress fine when my tongue slips between your warm silken folds.”
Oh, my God, the things he said. I was so turned on and ready for him that I could barely force myself to draw breath. Passion and heat ballooned between my legs as his hand stroked my breast, pleasure and need overtaking every thought in my head. I hoisted my hips, growing wetter with every second he stared at me with those eyes.
He kissed his way down every inch of my body slowly and leisurely, the look on his face desperate as he touched me everywhere. His lips pressed against my throbbing wet sex as he shoved his tongue inside, prying my heated crease apart with his fingers. Our eyes stayed connected as my body jerked while his tongue swished over and inside me uncontrollably, pleasure spreading through every inch of me as he held me tightly against his face.
My need to come was already substantial. I was desperate. Frustrated. My hands flew into the sides of his hair, tangling it between my fingers and shamelessly grinding against his face, escalating to that point of no return way too quickly. He groaned and pulled against my clit, sucking it between his lips before blowing a long stream of air onto my delicate flesh.
Oh God. Oh God.
“Does everything feel fine now, Hartley?” He blew against me again and suctioned the small peak between his mouth. “Is everything fine enough for this?” He nipped the edge of my swollen opening with his tooth, the curve of his sexy jaw clenching.
“Justin,” I cried out, pulling at the sides of his head even harder. “Oh … Oh…” My entire body spasmed as I soared into a wildly violent climax.
“Yes. God, yes.” I shivered as his lips stayed against me, still sucking and licking through the storm of my mind-blowing release.
“You are absolutely beautiful.” His lips were shiny with my moisture as he slowly mouthed the four words.
“Please, Justin,” I whimpered, reaching for his shoulders and urging him upward. “I need you inside me.” I was begging just like I had the last time I saw him. Doing exactly what I didn’t want to do. Expecting his needs to be as strong as mine. The ability to turn this desire off impossible, I was three seconds from desperate tears if my body wasn’t full of his.
His lips dropped over mine, our kiss turning frantic as the musk of climax filled my mouth while he pressed inside me with one long, drawn-out thrust, filling me with his entire long, thick veiny length and brushing against my cervix. My fingers dropped from his shoulders and tightened over his hard ass as his wide girth stretched me, easing inside deeper and deeper, our hips surging at each other in a frantic harmony as he plunged further. And further.
“Christ … you have no idea, Hartley. No fucking inclination how much I need this.” The lump in his throat bulged as he swallowed, the heated passion ingrained in his eyes making mine sting with longing.
“Justin,” I whispered. I did know. Completely. I’d had this incessant ravenous need since the first day I laid eyes on him.
I quickened my pace, grinding against him and urging him into me even deeper if that was even possible, dying to be close, aching to feel every vein of his thick long erection as it surged inside my body. His hands slid underneath me, grasping the cheeks of my backside and holding me tighter as each thrust deepened, our satisfaction colliding. We breathed heavily into each other’s mouths, our bodies moving together. Thrust after each deep thrust.
I reached for his chiseled face, burying my lips against his neck and inhaling the intoxicating aroma of his cologne and his own natural smell along with mine, as the fluttering in my stomach increased.
“That’s it, baby. You’re fixing to come again. I can feel it. Let me mark your insides with my seed. Let me make everything fine, Hartley.” Intensity in his voice, his pace quickened, pushing every delicious inch through the insides of my sex, his erection thickening as he covered my lips with his, looking into my face while his magnificent dick filled me to perfection. Laying claim to me. Ruining me for any other man. I whimpered, coming undone and clenching my sex muscles around him with all I had. I came long and hard with a savage urgency.
“God … your eyes are so beautiful when you come. I … need you.” His hands reached for mine, our fingers tangling together as his head fell into the curve of my neck, brushing warm kisses across my skin.
“Hartley… See what you do to me?”
He brushed our knotted hands over my cheeks, damp with tears I didn’t realize had fallen. And his eyes, blue as the tropics, looked at me differently. I never wanted to look away, or forget that look. I wanted to see it over and over again.
I dropped his hand and fondled his cheeks between my palms, tracing the light stubble outlining his jaw. My eyes started to close.
“No. Open them. See me when I spill inside you, Hartley. Watch what you do to me. See. And remember.” My cheeks were once again between his strong hands, his face covered in deep pleasure-filled intensity as his grasp hardened around the sides of my head.
“That’s it, Hartley. Make me come inside you. Milk me until I’m dry. Dig your fingers into my ass, baby.” His breathing was heavy. Small beads of sweat pooled between his eyes and I pulled his incredible butt cheeks against me with all the strength I had, the ends of my nails sinking deep into his flesh.
His hips twisted and jerked as he pulsed through my sex, his head falling against mine with a soft moan as I felt myself being infused with warm ejaculate.
“Hartley… Fuck.”
My body arched and ground against him as his body tightened, convulsing as he spurted semen inside me, emptying deep into my channel.
“Justin. I…” I kept his backside between my hands and came again, falling into a long climax, my legs shaking against his while he thrust one last time.
His head fell onto the pillow beside mine as he eased out of me, an instant trickle of semen oozing down my thighs. His hand gently brushed down my legs.
“Jesus. I’ve never come so hard in my life.” He pulled me against his short-winded chest. We stayed like that—still—coming back to planet Earth. Together, against each other, letting our breathing relax. Finally, I raised my head and looked at him. He’d fallen asleep. I reached for the blanket at the end of the bed and pulled it over us both, the coolness of the air-conditioning covering my damp body in chills.
Well aware this was only sex for Justin, I couldn’t help but wonder what being in a real relationship—being loved like this every day—might be like with this amazing man I was somehow beginning to feel may be hiding a beautiful soul somewhere behind his strong exterior. Yet, he was still a Dominant. One that claimed he hadn’t taken on a sub in nearly two years. Maybe I could convince him to let me be his next. Maybe I’d tr
y one more time.
“Sleep now,” I whispered, gently kissing the side of his cheek. “Please … let me submit to you, Justin.”
Chapter Fourteen
Justin
Morning has never been more beautiful.
Early mornings before the sun rose, along with sunsets, were my favorite parts of the day. The peaceful quiet, soaking up the damp morning dew and watching darkness evolve into light was an amazing thing to watch, sometimes taking my mind to an altogether different place. A setting sun was even more astonishing. Maybe only in my head, but as a child, watching the sunsets in Kansas had appeared more intense than they ever seemed to be here. Even so, there were latter parts of the day when the color of a Texas sun slipping away for the evening turned a beautiful, deep red color. Almost crimson.
My second cup of strong black Kona coffee in hand, I sat outside on the balcony, minutes ticking away, gazing at the sky and wondering exactly what was behind the multitude of stars turning the darkness into a bright light show of the unknown.
Hartley would be awake soon.
Up at 5:30 AM, I awoke feeling out of sorts. Hours of amazing sex into the dark of night, I still felt off. Different. Only one other woman had ever slept in my bed, which seemed like a lifetime ago. When I’d opened my eyes to a softly breathing Hartley beside me, her ice-cold feet tangled between my legs, something had me wanting to cross over the one line I refused.
Her faint whispers professing her will to submit didn’t go unheard. I’d pretended not to hear, and thankfully she’d fallen asleep minutes after, missing the hardening of my dick by her innocent plea. And damn it straight to hell, I’d wanted nothing more than to agree to her offer.
Cavernous longing clenched behind my chest. I wanted her submission. Fuck, I wanted my mark branded on every square inch of her body. Wanted her thinking I was the only man who existed. But even if I could return to that lifestyle, first, she deserved honesty. It was key to any relationship and I wouldn’t be another Bruce. Still considered one of the strongest Doms in the area, even if that was false, one thing was still true—lying would never be added to my list of attributes. As soon as she got up, I’d tell her everything. Hurting a sub. My fucked-up childhood. My acute migraines.
I wouldn’t hold back any longer.
Keeping a happy face was easy the majority of the time. Oddly enough, right now, I felt a shift, not necessarily in a positive way. Hartley sleeping in my bed … this was something I didn’t normally allow. Christ, she’d only recently come into my life. And almost too quickly, everything was happening at full-on bullet speed and I was finding myself dreading the possibility of it ending. The grim possibility that I may not get to know this girl—really know her—scared the hell out of me. I didn’t like the tight knot it set off behind my chest.
I stared at the sky, visualizing her on the x-cross, bound and spread apart for me. Face down with her ass upright. Those kinds of thoughts rarely crossed my mind since that one appalling day that I’d never entirely eliminated from my memory. I watched it every day at the club. That was my job. But I’d erased it from my own personal needs.
Until now.
What was happening here? Daydreaming about shit that wasn’t a reality? I raked my hands through my hair in frustration, thankful she was still sleeping while I tried attacking this turmoil. I’d been through all kinds of hell growing up and never felt this way. Not one single time.
But right now, I was fucking scared.
Unsettled.
Thoughts of losing everything.
Her. I was terrified at the idea of leaving Hartley.
How was this even real?
“Holy Christ!” I yanked at my hair, reaching for my temples again and giving my best shot at rubbing away the onset of lingering pain from last night’s headache. Sometimes the fuckers lasted two and even three days.
The French doors leading to the balcony allowed a small ray of light to brighten the room. I walked to the kitchen, the sun finally rising. I needed to eat. The pain patches made me a sick motherfucker if I didn’t keep some kind of substance in my stomach. I browsed the refrigerator, pulling out some cubed ham and eggs, and reached for the aged cheddar.
“Can I do that?”
I turned around, the picture of utter perfection staring at me, contentment brightening her shiny brown eyes. So innocent. So pure and loving. Looking absolutely like she was meant to be. In my kitchen. Wearing one of my shirts. Reeking of sex. Her hair a mess. She smiled, walking toward me, and I held my arms out. The move was instant. Came without thinking. Like I’d done it a million times before and it was nothing but the norm.
What in hell was the norm?
What the complete fuck? I’d never done that in my life.
What did all this mean?
“Good morning.” I pressed my lips against hers. “Sleep good, baby?”
Her nodding smile was priceless. I’d die a happy man if that was the last thing I ever got to see.
“Did you?” she whispered. I hadn’t slept worth a shit, but she didn’t need to know that.
“I did. Sorry to pass out on you like that. I guess I was pretty tired.” She smiled again. “I’ve been thinking about something this morning.” Her mouth tasted minty and fresh as I leaned in for a kiss.
“And what are you thinking of this morning,” she answered, covering up a small yawn.
“Do you draw?”
She glared at me, surprise behind her eyes.
“Come here. I want to show you something.” I led her back toward the bedroom and opened the bottom drawer to the bedside table. The minute she saw what I held, a surprised hand flew over her mouth.
“Is that what I think it is? You still have them?”
Three folded notes I’d cherished all these years were encased in an aged rubber band, the words ‘To Justin’ written in some sort of blocked lettering in red ink. Suddenly, the area behind my chest tightened. Blinking back the strange sensation, I nodded and held the notes up.
“Of course I do. Most of them got lost along the way, but I still have these. You haven’t answered me though. Are you artistic?”
“Artistic? Me? No. Are you kidding?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“I’m good at a lot of things.” She raised her eyebrows teasingly, glancing at the aged notes. “I’m actually pretty good at calligraphy and certain other artsy kinds of things, but honestly … I can barely draw a stick figure,” she uttered with an amused look.
“Oh really? But, you’re good at lots of other things? Are we being sexual here, sweet thing?”
I lingered against the moist lips that always had that small faint taste of strawberries, wanting to kiss my way down her belly, in awe at how loving and relaxed she was being after all that had happened.
“I can’t draw a damn thing. I traced those flowers. I spent more time on those than I ever did on any of my homework.”
“Bet you didn’t know I beat off reading those notes so many times when I was a kid, it’s surprising that my dick still works.”
“Oh, my God, Justin.” She was blushing. Even the tips of her ears were pink.
“You still haven’t answered my question. Were you being sexual, Hartley? Come here, baby.”
A persisting smile easing across my lips almost too quickly, my cock was hard and ready, the heaviness in my balls tight against my skin. This wasn’t even close to how I planned the morning. Or anything else for that matter. Since I’d reconnected with Hartley, nothing was going like I thought it would.
“These. Are. So. Fucking. Cute.” I kissed her trail of tiny freckles. “These little freckles that go right across the middle of your nose onto just the smallest part of your cheeks.” I traced my finger across them again, pulling her against me even tighter.
Her breath was hard against my chest as I leaned into her ear, telling her just a few of the things I intended on doing to her.
Later … I’d tell her everything else later.
/> Chapter Fifteen
Hartley
Was this what Paradise felt like?
The Promised Land?
Was this feeling of euphoria for real?
My freckles made me look ten years old. It made exactly zero sense why he’d like them.
His warm tongue was pressing firmly inside my ear as the insane master with the incredible mouth and intoxicating voice murmured vulgar things about what he intended on doing to my ass, but I could feel the smile crossing his face with every whispered dirty word. I’d never had anyone do something like that before, but with Justin it was sensual. Every move he made was the ultimate male perfection … and not only was I dying for him to play with my ass, I couldn’t imagine a move so intimate being anything but pure sensual bliss.
With darkened eyes, he lifted the T-shirt over my head, his hands stroking my skin as it dropped to the floor. He lowered his black sweat pants. His blissful dark trail led to a lengthy morning erection that was hard and thick, the large vein dark and pronounced while the tip oozed moisture. He lifted me, settling me on the bed face down, and climbed in behind. Two luscious fingers slowly slid between my wetness, bending just exactly the right way to hit my most delicate spot. Only seconds passing, I was on fire, curling into his magical hand, full of hunger and lust as his fingers pushed through the slick opening of my sex.
I moaned, tension between us growing, as the wide-veined head of his shaft swirled around the opening of my butt at the same time his hand proceeded doing magic to my entire lower body.
“Feel good, baby?” he whispered against my neck. The fine tiny hairs all over my skin curled, my sex walls clenching as I pressed back to meet his probing erection and fingers, the wetness level between my legs growing with every thrust. His fingers were nothing less than wizardry, driving me straight to the brink.
“Umm. Yes,” I hummed.
“And this. How does this feel, sweetheart?” Oh! He slipped a thumb inside my ass. I jumped at the strange sensation of feeling so full that way.
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