The Art of Moving On (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Sarah Raymond

  Though she was anxious to make love to him once more, Casey thought that a little bit of conversation might be in order.

  “These flowers are lovely. What are they called?” she asked after she had devoured a few hand-fed strawberries.

  “They are Fire and Ice Roses,” Conor said. “I have always loved the softness of the colors as the bud fades from white to pink. They’re so beautiful.” He stood then and walked over to the bushes growing along one of the walls and plucked a single full rose. “They are beautiful like you, love,” Conor said as he returned to hand her the flower. Casey brought the bud to her nose and inhaled deeply. Funny, she almost thought that she could smell the brine of the sea mingled with the sweet aroma of the flower.

  “Would ya like a glass of wine?” Conor asked as he looked at Casey longingly. She agreed and he walked to the tray once more. When he returned with the wine and was standing before her, she realized that the only thing between her and his flesh was a thin towel. She took the glass and sat it beside her on the ground, then turned to pull the towel loose from his body. He gasped, and she could feel the instantaneous heat radiating from his body. Though he was not fully erect, his thick shaft was still magnificent. Casey took a moment to let her eyes travel his body, inspecting each and every crevice. He truly was made in the image of the gods.

  “I guess ya want somethin’ other than wine and fruit, then?” he asked her with a sly smile. Without saying a word, Casey took his shaft into her hands, and began slowly running it in and out of her palm. He hissed in a breath as she did so, and she couldn’t help but watch his movements as she worked him. His eyes closed, head tilted back slightly, his mouth barely open, exposing the tip of his tongue pressed against his top teeth. What a sight! Casey’s eyes traveled downward, his chest lightly moving, the muscles in his abdomen flexing and straining. She grew moist at the sight of him.

  When her eyes finally reached his loins, she ached to take him into her mouth. Casey moved closer to him and flicked her tongue lightly against his plump tip.

  “Ahh, Casey. Take me into your mouth, love.” She made slow work of it, making sure to tease as he had earlier. Though it was nearly impossible for her not to swallow every inch of him, she restrained herself to just the tip. After moments of agonizing Conor, she softly licked the length of his shaft. He moaned in delight, and she was fairly certain that she had never heard anything so sexy in her entire life. She teased him there for a bit then stopped to look up at him. He was so amazing in the dim light, and she hungered to indulge in his flesh for hours.

  “Why did ya stop, love?” he asked, the look on his face hinting that he was on the verge of pain.

  “Lay down,” Casey commanded. She enjoyed the way that Conor took control, but just for a little while, he would obey. When he lay down before her, she went to work on his heavy sac, twirling little circles around the soft flesh. It was so smooth on her tongue that it was nearly impossible for her not to stay there for hours.

  “Oh Casey! Your tongue feels so good on my ballocks. Ya are such a good little girl.” He mumbled on as she worked on him, and it wasn’t until he begged that she moved on to another area. Obviously straining to shove his way into her mouth Conor pleaded, “Please, Casey. Please. Wrap your soft lips around me cock. I canna’ take it any longer.”

  Though Casey could have tortured him all night, she longed to taste him as badly as he wanted her to. She rose slowly and wrapped her lips around his straining erection. When she did this, his body jolted from the bed, shoving his length completely into her throat. He roared a deep, beastly moan and his body shook. Before she knew what had happened, Conor had her under him and was slowly pumping into her throat. She had never experienced oral sex like this before, and she felt as though she had been missing out for years. From this angle, she could see his straining muscles clearly as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. This also let him be in control of how deep he wanted to invade her. Though she had originally wanted to be in control, she lay back and let Conor take the reins.

  After short moments of his thrusting, Conor looked into her eyes and said, “I’m about to go off in your mouth. Are ya gonna take all of me?” Casey answered with a slight nod, and Conor held the back of her head. He was deeper than any partner had ever gone, and Casey was thankful in this moment that she had no gag reflex. “Here I come. Swallow me, Casey.” He pumped faster and she grew wetter. When the hot stream shot down the back of her throat, she moaned loudly with Conor. The two of them sounded like animals attacking one another in the wild. It was the absolute sexiest sound produced by any two humans.

  Once he had ridden the wave completely, he fell into the pillows beside her, making sure to not crush her in the process. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, staring lovingly into her face. He lightly brushed a piece of hair from her eyes and held her close.

  “Ya are amazin’, Casey. Ya have no idea how much I adore ya.”

  Casey looked sternly into his eyes and said, “You are pretty fantastic yourself.”

  “Nah,” he said casually. “Tell me something about ya that I do not know,” he asked.

  Casey stopped breathing, hoping that this was not a ploy to get her to spill anything about her past.

  “Not anythin’ ya don’t want to, of course. It can be anythin’ ya want,” Conor said in response to her obvious anxiety.

  “Well, give me a topic,” Casey responded.

  “Hmm…How about ya tell me one of your deepest darkest fantasies,” he said with a wink.

  Relieved that it was not something dealing with her past, Casey frowned. “I am not that adventurous. You will probably think it is pretty boring.”

  Conor smiled and said, “There is nothin’ boring about ya, especially in the sex department.”

  “Okay,” she said, feeling confident after the compliment. “I have always wanted to make love on a balcony in front of a bunch of people,” Casey said.

  Conor turned his head quickly as if he was shocked. “That’s not boring, love. It isn’t everyone that desires a good voyeur session.”

  Casey was relieved that she did not come off as a total prude. The last thing that she wanted was for Conor to find her boring in bed, though she was pretty sure that their actions just now proved to him that she was not afraid to try different things. “Now you,” she said.

  “Well, I have tried a few different things in my many years, but I have always wanted to try some bondage. Somethin’ about me being in total control, if even for a while, turns me on.”

  “And you have never done that?” Casey asked.

  “No. I haven’t had too many adventurous partners,” he said. He almost looked to be ashamed of his past conquests. Casey was instantly curious, but she had no right to ask. Oh well, Casey thought. If I don’t offer up information about my past, then he shouldn’t have to either. Casey felt confidence in the fact that they might be equally as experienced, and the words that escaped her mouth next were genius, but not at all like her. “You can tie me up if you want to.”

  Conor looked at her surprised, a light of hope in his eyes as he said, “Really?”

  “Yes of course. I trust you, and if it will fulfill one of your fantasies, why the hell not? I have never been tied up before, so it will be a first for the both of us. Though I feel that we will have to go to your bed since the bed on this gorgeous patio does not have any place to tie me to.”

  Without another word, Conor scooped her naked body into his arms and carried her briskly to his bed. He sat her down and went in search of tie-downs. When he returned, he had a handful of expensive silk ties that he dropped onto the bed beside her. She noted that the excitement in his eyes was gone, and he meant business. In the last two minutes, he had changed from sweet, caring Conor to the commanding master. Nothing had ever turned her on more.

  “Don’t speak,” he told her after he had secured a tie around her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the bed so tight that she could not move. He had even wrapped on
e of the expensive silk ties around her eyes so that she could not see. “If you speak, you will be punished,” he said in a deep and dominant voice. Though this sort of thing was not in Casey’s usual routine, it was extremely arousing. But, what was her usual routine? She did not have one. She had not had sex in over a year before Conor, and for numerous years before that with anyone but Jace. Yes, Jace was sexy and he got her off, but he had not been that adventurous, which was fine. He had given her delightful orgasms numerous times throughout the years, but this moment with Conor was something on a completely different level. This was unadulterated pleasure.

  “Nod your head once if you understand that you will be punished if you speak.” Casey nodded. “Okay then, let’s get started,” he said. He began by running the tips of his fingers from just in between her collarbones to just above her vagina and back again. Casey’s breathing became labored. He did this a few times until finally stopping on his way up to trace small circles around her straining nipples. When he had done so with each bud, he pinched hard, one and then the other. “Does that hurt?” he asked. Casey shook her head slightly. “Do ya want me to do it harder?” Casey nodded. He squeezed her sensitive nipples tightly in between his fingertips and Casey moaned loudly, her ass rising off the bed. She was utterly surprised at how much the sensation was more pleasure than pain. She yearned for him to sink teeth into her yearning flesh.

  As if he had read her mind, he leaned over her and nibbled her aching buds, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was pounding and hungry for him, and she was sure that she was soaking wet. When he bit down hard on one nipple, she cried out in pleasure.

  “Did ya say somethin’?” Conor asked. She shook her head, and he approvingly went on biting.

  After a moment, all the sensation stopped, and she sensed that he had left the room. Though she was curious as to where he had gone, and minimally stressed that he would leave her there for hours, she did not speak or cry out. Instead she lay there squirming in her own lubrication, wanting badly for him to return and thrust inside her.

  After what seemed like an eternity, she heard Conor return to the room. She also heard something rattling around in a bowl or a bucket. Ice? She got excited again! This was turning out to be one of the best nights of her entire life.

  When she felt Conor climb onto the bed again, he kissed her lightly, running his tongue along her lips. When she strained to kiss him deeper, he pulled away. “Uh-uh. I’m runnin’ this show, little lass. Just ya lay back and enjoy, and I will tell ya when and where to kiss me.” Casey leaned back, smiling.

  She heard more rattling in the bucket, and hissed inward when she felt a frozen cube against her nipple. He rolled the ice in circles around each bud, replacing the cold each time with the warmth of his tongue. The sensation was almost too much to bear.

  Still caressing a nipple with his tongue, he traveled the piece of ice down her stomach until he had it dripping directly over her sex. She moaned, and he lowered the ice to rub little circles inside her aching folds. After a few moments of cold teasing, he lowered himself to warm her there. He lapped softly, bringing her immeasurable pleasure. The sensation was so intense that Casey could no longer hold her silence.

  “Ah Conor, yes! I am going to come!” She nearly screamed it. Knowing that she was on the verge, and keeping to his promise of punishment, he stopped lapping at her just before she climaxed.

  “Oh no ya don’t. I told ya there were consequences for speakin’,” he said in a stern tone. Casey bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. She squeezed her eyes tight behind the tie, biting back the pain she felt from his delicious torture.

  “Now for your punishment.” He untied her quickly and commanded, “Turn over.” When she obeyed, he pushed a pillow under her pelvis to prop her ass in the air. He re-tied the ties, tighter this time than before. When he was finished, she could sense that he had once again left the room, but returned quickly. Without warning, Casey heard a loud whack, and felt a sting on her ass so severe that a single tear escaped her eye. He was spanking her with a belt. After the initial shock, he whacked her again and again, the pleasure of it all growing each time the leather tore into her flesh. When he finally stopped, she shook her head violently. She needed more! She wanted him to punish her!

  He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “What, love? Ya are needin’ more punishment?” When she nodded, he replied a breathy “That’s my dirty little girl,” and continued abusing her numb ass with the belt. When he was obviously so turned on by her compliance he could no longer swing, he bent down behind her and dove his tongue deep inside her once more. She nearly screamed, the shock and intense deliciousness of it sending a jolt from her toes to her shoulder blades. He lapped ferociously, diving in and out with that exceptionally talented tongue. She did not even flinch when he lapped her from her folds to her ass, paying special attention to twirl his tongue there.

  Then, without a word, Conor got to his knees behind her and thrusted his straining cock inside of her. He felt amazing filling her after so much anticipation. The walls of her vagina ached for release so badly, she was utterly unsure if she would last more than a couple minutes. As he ferociously pumped into her, he pushed her back down farther into the bed, gripping a handful of her hair in his fist as he did.

  “Ahh feck, Casey, tell me ya want my cock deeper. Say it!” Casey shook her head, not knowing if the speaking rules still applied. “Now. Tell me now. If ya don’t ya will be punished again, love.”

  For a moment, Casey remained silent, yearning for him to spank her bare ass once more. When he begged a final time, Casey did as he asked. “Deeper. I want you deeper now.” She moaned. He thrust deep inside her, both of their bodies shuddering.

  “Ahh, yes!” he roared as he pulled her against him by her shoulders, hitting her G-spot at the perfect angle. Her muscles contracted and she squeezed his erection inside of her, hugging him with her sex. She came wildly, screaming so loud she guessed the neighbors probably heard. When he felt her lubricating his flesh, he came wildly. He rode her from behind until there was no energy left in either of them, and then collapsed on her back, his shuddering penis resting inside her. They both breathed heavily, unable to speak, unable to move.

  When they could finally bear to breathe again, Conor rolled over onto his back and pulled her on top of his chest. He gazed into her eyes, a very relaxed look taking over his. “Thank ya, love. That was the most amazin’ experience I’ve ever had in my entire life. Ya are definitely one of a kind.” Then he pulled her head to rest on his chest and they both fell into a deep slumber.

  Chapter 13

  “Jace.” The words painfully escaped her lips as she reached a shaking hand toward him. He was standing a few feet away from her, holding their infant son. Tears were streaming down his hollow cheeks. The wind stripped him of his form like ash. He was disappearing. Though he was far away from Casey, she could make out the single word that he mouthed. Why? Casey replied only with, “I’m so sorry, Jace. I’m sorry.” Without warning, his form burst into flames, and Casey ran toward him. As she closed the distance between them, she could feel the heat searing her skin. She paid no attention, running to save him and screaming his name the whole time.

  Casey awoke in a panic to Conor shaking her shoulder. Coming abruptly out of the nightmare, it was difficult for her to get her bearings. When she finally came to, she realized that she had been crying and sweating profusely. She must have been a sight—the look on Conor’s face said it all.

  “Are ya okay, love? Ya were havin’ one hell of a nightmare.”

  Trying to calm herself, she nodded and got out of the bed. She crossed to the bathroom and shut herself in. Her back against the door, she slid to sit and put her head in her hands. Why did this keep happening to her? She wanted so badly to begin to heal from this nightmare she had been living in over the last year. She knew that she had to let Jace go if she was ever to be happy again, but it seemed as though it was him that did not want to let he
r go. She did not want to feel guilty every time she made love to Conor, and her past had no place in her future. Silent tears fell from her eyes as she sat on the cold tile floor. What was she going to do?

  Casey must have been in the bathroom for quite a while, because she heard a light tap at the door. “Casey, are ya all right?” She had a fleeting thought to get up and head home, but she had already done that to Conor once. She did not want him to think she was only using him for the amazing sex they were having. And also, she needed Conor tonight. She wanted to lie in his arms and feel him blanket her body with his. She needed to know that he was there for her—that she was not alone.

  “Y-yeah. I’ll be right out,” she replied. She stood to inspect the damage in the mirror and took a moment to blot away the tears.

  When she opened the door, Conor was standing there naked with an intense look on his face. “Ya gonna run out on me again, love? ‘Cause I was hopin’ to make ya breakfast in the mornin’.”

  Casey went over to him and let him wrap his strong arms around her tightly. She leaned up and kissed him longingly, needing to connect with him now worse than ever. She pulled away only for a second to say, “You bet your ass I’m staying.” Then Conor led her back to the bed, and they began another lustful session.

  When Casey pried her eyes open the next morning, she was relieved to feel Conor’s body spooning hers. He was wrapped around her completely, sheltering her from any outside force. She fit perfectly there in his arms. Though she was the most comfortable she had been in ages, she could feel the ache in her bones from the long night of sexual play.

  After awakening from her nightmare the night before, Conor had taken her to the bed and made passionate love to her. There were no fantasies being played out or positions being explored. There was no rough play. He had entered her steadily, penetrating without force. Their eyes held a gaze the entire time. They exchanged no words, but rather studied the features of one another’s eyes. Casey had desperately desired that silent pleasure, and Conor was accustomed to knowing exactly what it was that she needed.