Troubled Hearts

by Jolie Cain

  “Yes, baby. Yes. God, you’re so gorgeous.” He pulled his still hard cock from between her lips and stepped back, adjusting his pants and refastening them. She knelt still before him, her mouth trembling from the pounding it had just taken, but the warm glow in her eyes told him that she had enjoyed what had just passed between them as much as he had. Bending he reached down to pull her up and cradle her against him. His lips found hers, and he gave her a deep, tender kiss. “Come on, baby. We’d better get back before we’re missed.” They began strolling back to the party, Beau’s arm around her waist. Bending down he nuzzled her hair and dropped some kisses onto her head. He couldn’t seem to get enough of touching her. “I can’t wait to get you alone, baby. To feel that hot cunt tight around my cock, me deep inside you. And here, too.” His hand dipped down to stroke her buttocks, letting her know that he intended to carry through with his plans to fuck her ass as soon as possible.

  *

  Katherine shivered at his husky-voiced words. She didn’t know what had instigated the passionate encounter they had just shared, but she wasn’t complaining. As she had knelt before Beau, her mouth caressing his throbbing erection, she had had a revelation. This wasn’t just a passing affair for her. How could she ever have thought it was? She had fallen in love with Beau. She wasn’t sure when it had happened. Perhaps it had begun all those years ago when she had found it so hard to fight the physical attraction she had felt for him. The way he had gone out of his way to entertain her when Raymond was gone. Or the way he had reacted when they had caught Raymond cheating on her. Abby had told her that he had never spoken to his father again after that. He had been disgusted and infuriated on Katherine’s behalf. Maybe it was his loyal friendship towards Abby, and how he had taken a young kid under his wing, and had given her support and love over the years. And she admired the way he had built his business from the ground up, to the successful enterprise it was today. His home here was a testament to the success he had made of himself, with no help from his father or his father’s money. How could she not love him?

  But could he ever love her? That was the big question. He was certainly attracted to her. But Beau had always played the field, never getting serious about any one girl. He had kept all of his relationships very casual, and the women all knew the score. That had been a relief to her over the years as Abby had kept her informed about what was going on with Beau. Now, however, it was not quite so comforting. Did he think of her as just another casual fling? Or was there something more to it? She didn’t know. But she was going to do everything in her power to give them a chance to find out.

  His hand pressed warmly against the curve of her back where the halter-top dipped down. The sandpapery feel of his palm sent shivers of arousal through her. God, yes, let this party end soon. As much as he wanted her, she wanted him even more. She wanted to put her stamp of possession on him as firmly as he had put his on her.

  As soon as they reentered the house, Katherine ducked into the restroom to repair her makeup. When she came out, Beau guided her over to where Abby was talking to some friends. “I need to check on the caterers, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek and strode off.

  Katherine looked at Abby, who stood with raised eyebrows and a twinkle gleaming in her green eyes. “Sweetheart, huh? Things seem to be progressing pretty quickly, Katherine.”

  Determined not to let her sister fluster her, she just smiled.

  Abby turned to her friend, Tara. “Well, Tara. Did it look to you like Beau was just interested in a casual thing, or did it look like something more serious to you?”

  Tara, a petite brunette, glanced to where Beau was disappearing through the door that led to the kitchen. “It looked like he has it bad, Katherine. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d have never believed it, but I think he’s completely besotted.”

  Katherine couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. “Besotted? Who on earth says besotted?”

  Tara shrugged and rolled her eyes, laughing at herself. “One of the perils of being an editor, I guess. Too many historicals coming across my desk lately.”

  “Anyway, we both agree that Beau has got it bad for you, chicky.” Abby emphasized.

  Katherine shook her head. “We’ll see. Now, come on. Let’s talk about something else. I know there are more interesting things going on than my love life.”

  Tara met her eyes and nodded. Thankfully, she turned to Abby. “Yes, love. Tell me more about the renovations you’re making to Jack’s cabin. It sounds like you guys are turning it into quite the little mountain mansion.”

  “No, really it’s not gonna be that big. We’re just adding a second floor so I can have an office to work in. And Jack will also have a study. He’s been helping his dad out more with the company since he’s been so sick. But he’s doing everything via the Internet.”

  “That sounds great. I can’t wait to see it.” Katherine commented.

  The rest of the party passed in a blur for Katherine, who seemed to function on autopilot. Her mind was swirling with her own discovery of her true feelings for Beau and the possibility that he might return those feelings. She couldn’t wait for them to be alone, the plug in her rear a constant reminder of Beau’s coming possession. He seemed to be constantly near her, touching her casually on her arm whenever he made a comment and pulling her against him to drop quick kisses on her lips. As they circulated among their guests, it was more than obvious that they were a couple.

  Finally, around midnight, everyone began leaving. Jack and Abby were the last to go. They joined Katherine and Beau for a final nightcap, relaxing on the sofa in the small den off the living room. The two couples spoke quietly of their plans for the coming days and the wedding, with Abby nestled against Jack on the loveseat. Beau and Katherine sat close beside each other on the sofa, Beau’s hand casually playing with Katherine’s hair as it brushed against her shoulders. Katherine couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt, how warmly complete the whole scene made her feel. Eventually Jack and Abby, too, were saying their goodbyes. Abby kissed them both and thanked them again for the party. She and Katherine strolled toward the door, arm in arm while Jack and Beau followed just behind them. “Great party, Beau. But, man, am I worn out. I think we’ll probably be sleeping in late in the morning.” He grinned and winked. Abby giggled.

  “Right. I get the message. Well, don’t worry; I won’t be calling early for a fishing trip. I’ll probably sleep in late in the morning, myself.” Beau smiled wickedly and raised his eyebrows. Jack laughed and shook his head and moved toward the door, joining Abby and giving Katherine one last hug.

  A moment later, the foyer was empty but for the two of them. They could hear the sounds as the caterers moved around the main room, gathering together their equipment. “Give me a few minutes, sweetheart.” Crossing the room, Beau went to speak with the man in charge of the crew. Katherine watched as he took out his wallet and wrote the man a check. Moments later, they shook hands, and then the man returned to his cleanup duties.

  Striding back towards her, Beau speared her with a determined look of suppressed passion in his blue eyes. As soon as he reached her side, he grabbed her hand and tugged her towards the stairs.

  “But what about the mess?” Katherine asked, glancing back at the untidy room. Ignoring her, he continued to walk, drawing her behind him as he began his ascent to the second floor.

  “The caterers will clean up their part, and I have a cleaning crew coming in tomorrow to finish whatever is left. Don’t worry about it.” He paused to look back at her briefly. “Now, come on. I’ve been aching to have you alone all night, and I don’t intend to wait another second.”

  Katherine laughed softly to herself and gave up, eagerly following him down the hallway and into his bedroom.

  He drew her against him. “Finally.” His mouth closed over hers in a hot, eager plundering that had her toes curling and her arms inching around his neck. “God, kitten. You taste
so good.” He nipped at her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth soothingly. Helplessly, her own tongue followed his back into his mouth, where she explored the warm cavern, playfully entwining her tongue with his, sucking on it and feeling his hardening response against her thigh.

  “I need you naked, baby.” His hands reached for the ties that held her halter dress together, and in one swift motion, tugged the ends so that the dress fell into a puddle around her ankles. She stood before him, nude except for the sandals on her feet. Kneeling before her, he lifted first one foot and then the other, removing the shoes and setting them aside. From his position, his eyes moved up her body, ravenously absorbing everything: her bare pussy already moist from her desire, the quivering muscles of her belly, the peaks of her aroused nipples, her damp parted lips, and finally, soft green eyes, wide with arousal and need. “You are so damn beautiful I cannot even put it into words, kitten. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His gruff words reached her ears in a sort of husky moan.

  For a long time he just stared at her, his hands bunching into fists on his thighs as if trying to restrain himself from reaching out and seizing the bounty before him. Finally he rose. “I want you so much I don’t think I’ll be able to be gentle this time, kitten. It’s all I can do right now not to take you and throw you down and fuck you until you can’t see straight. It won’t be soft, and it sure as hell won’t be sweet. I’ll give you that later, I promise. But right now… I need you hard and I need you rough.” He shook his head, seemingly unable to put into words all he needed to say.

  She licked her lips and reached up to touch his cheek. “Do it, Beau. I want you to take me just like that. I need it, too.”

  It was as if her words had broken what remained of his control. His hands reached out to grip her shoulders, and he swung her around and pushed her onto the bed so that her legs dangled over the side. She bounced slightly from the impact of the sudden movement. With shaking hands he ripped his clothes off until he was as naked as she was. Standing there, he looked at her, his hands rubbing up and down on his erect cock as he took in the sight before him. He came towards her, roughly parting her legs and cupping her mound, his finger pushing up into her crudely. “Fuck, you’re wet. Oh, yeah, baby. You want me, don’t you? You’re excited at the thought of me taking you hard. Do you have a secret rape fantasy, Kat? Do you want to be forced? Do you like that? Does it make you cream?” He added another finger and felt the gush of liquid against his hand. “Oh, yeah. I think it does.”

  His harsh questions excited her unbearably and a low whimper escaped her lips. “Tell me how badly you want this. Tell me how turned on you are.” She bit her lips but said nothing. His hand came out to slap against her thigh high on her hip, the sting of the blow bringing even more wetness flooding her, the pain merging into pleasure. “Answer me, Kat.” Another slap. “You want it like this, don’t you? Answer me or I’m going spank you again.”

  “Yes,” she barely managed to squeak the words out of her dry throat. “Please. I want it, Beau.”

  As if that was all he needed to hear, he gripped his cock and probed only a moment between her legs before entering her in one hard stroke. The plug in her butt had narrowed her passage, so that his entry was almost painful, and she gasped at the unexpected burn. He didn’t even hesitate, though his eyes met hers fiery with need. He pulled out and then thrust back in again, and her hips rose to meet him. As if a dam had burst, he surged forward again and again and again, pounding himself into her aching cunt. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as he tilted her for a deeper penetration and sweat beaded on his forehead from the strain of his thrusts. Katherine just lay there, her hands grabbing the bedspread and holding tightly. Helplessly, she accepted his forceful domination, wanting to give him whatever he needed, and loving every moment of it. With each stroke, the plug moved in her anus, and the double stimulation soon had her on the verge of orgasm. The rougher he got, the more she responded, until finally she flew over the edge with a broken cry. “Yes, Kat, that’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

  As the pulses of her climax ended, he pulled his cock out of her soaking wet pussy and turned her over. “Damn that’s a pretty sight. I can’t wait to fill your ass up with my cock instead of that plug, kitten.” She squirmed at his words and felt another sting, this one on her ass, as he spanked her again. Whimpers broke from her throat as he gave her another lick and then another, five on one side, and then six and seven on her other cheek. “You like having that ass spanked, don’t you, baby?” He rubbed his hands over her burning skin. “Just a few more, baby. An even ten, five each.”

  Not waiting for a reply, he proceeded. When the last blow landed, she came again, a small tingling climax that only teased her with the pleasure. “Oh, yeah. You like it.” He bent down and swiped his tongue up her cunt, tasting her juices, and she moaned into the covers. He took another long swipe, stiffening his tongue to dip slightly into her needy channel.

  When he had her begging him for release, he flipped her back over, and his hands moved to grasp her behind her knees, pulling her legs up and spreading them. “Hold your legs, Kat,” he ordered. Helplessly, she did as he demanded, her hands replacing his, opening herself wider for his pleasure. He bent over her and latched onto a stiff nipple, tonguing it and sucking it deeply into his mouth. After he worked his cock back into her, his hips resumed their brutal pounding. Releasing one nipple with a soft pop, his mouth moved to the other. Sharp teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, and she arched into him as much as she was able to in the position she was in. “Jesus, you’re tight, kitten.”

  “God, please. Beau, more. Harder.” His head came up and his eyes stared deeply into hers.

  “You want it harder, baby?”

  She nodded, biting her lip, and his strokes became even wilder, filling her so completely she felt him all the way to her womb. She knew that tomorrow she would be sore from the pounding she was taking tonight, but she didn’t care. She loved him like this—wild with need for her. She felt wild herself, urging him on and on until finally he yelled with his release and collapsed on top of her, his cock spurting cum into her aching pussy over and over. Soon he was drained and still, his face buried against the side of her neck.

  Her hands released their grip on her legs, allowing them to fall to the bed while she reached up to hold him tightly against her. She stroked his back and felt the slickness of his sweat against her palms. Threading her fingers though his hair, she planted soft kisses against his neck, loving the feel of him nestled against her like this. They lay there for a long time. She thought that he had fallen asleep, but he eventually pushed himself up. His eyes sought hers with concern. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

  She smiled reassuringly. “No, Beau, you didn’t hurt me.” She lay relaxed beneath him, absorbing the warmth of his skin letting her mind wander aimlessly, more content than she could ever remember.

  Chapter Nine

  “Come on. Let’s go take a shower. It’ll make you feel better. You have to be sore.”

  Katherine wasn’t sure how much time had passed with them lying cuddled together in limp exhaustion before Beau pulled her aching body up and into the connecting bathroom. Even to her distracted gaze, it was a hedonist’s dream. Cream-colored walls with dark blue rugs and towels showcased the luxurious appointments. A deep and wide Jacuzzi tub sat to one side, and Beau promised, “We’ll try it out later. But for now, I want to get you cleaned up and back in my bed as quickly as possible.”

  “Wait, I need something to tie my hair back.” Katherine stopped him. Beau turned to the long counter running the length of the room and rummaged through a drawer a few minutes before he finally found a rubber band. He helped her brush back her hair and then pull it up out of the way. After he had finished fussing with the knot, he directed her toward the glass-enclosed shower. He opened the door, pulling her through and turning on the water. As the warm liquid flowed over them, he reached for a bar of soap, lathering up his hands bef
ore saying, “Stand still for me, kitten.” His soapy palms began to move over her sensitive flesh, lingering on her swollen breasts and down her belly, to glide easily between her tender thighs. Delicately, he stroked over the sore flesh. “Does that feel good, Kat?”

  She nodded, languorously surrendering herself to his ministrations. He continued his sweet task until he had completely soaped the front side of her body. Turning her to rinse off, he began to pay equal attention to the back side. Katherine had never realized before what an erogenous zone her back was, but as Beau stroked his fingers across her shoulders and down the curve of her spine, she was astonished to feel her body becoming aroused again. Small shivers danced across her skin, raising little goose bumps of pleasure with each brush of his hands.

  When he trailed his palm over the plug in her ass, she couldn’t stop the groan of need from escaping. He wrapped his fingers around the flared end and slowly began pulling it out. When he had it about halfway out, he pushed it back in carefully. Katherine arched her hips back, aching with desire and need. He drew it out completely and set it to the side, rubbing his thumbs over the dark opening in a soapy massage before pushing one thumb into the passage. “Tell me how that feels, kitten. Does it hurt?”