Dream Me Off My Feet (Sex, Love, And Rock & Roll)

by Kisner, Stevie

  –Do you hear me now? Feel how much I want you? Know what I want to do to you?

  He noticed her breathing quickened at his unspoken questions. He still lay behind her, their bodies touching shoulder to toe, his thumb idly stroking over her tight nipple.

  –Can you feel what I’m feeling…hear everything I’m thinking…

  “Everything,” she breathed.

  –Bloody hell, how erotic, how enticing….I need to feel you….skin on skin….touch you….please you….is that what you want?

  “Please, JT, touch me,” she answered softly as another wave of his yearning thrilled through her. She was almost gone now, lost in him and lost in sensation.

  He slid his arm from beneath her and shifted away. His face loomed above her, his leg still flung over her hips and his heavy arousal pressing into her side. He ground against her slowly.

  –Do you want this?

  He rolled into her again.

  –Do you want to feel me…..on you…..inside you….

  She whimpered, reaching up to pull him closer. He pulled back a bit, enjoying the tease. A seductive smile crept onto his face.

  –Oh, no, luv, I want a real answer…

  He thrust against her again.

  –Do you?

  “Yes, oh God yes, I do. Please…” she begged hoarsely.

  He slowly tugged her shirt upward. Impatient, she reached down and peeled it off, dropping it to the floor. Again she reached out to him. This time, he didn’t move away, letting her pull his shirt off, as well. His eyes drank her in before leaning closer.

  —so beautiful…want to feel your skin….under my lips….

  He bent to kiss her neck, pressing his chest to hers, reveling in finally feeling her warm flesh beneath him. One hand lightly traced down her side, then tickled its way back up again.

  –You feel soo good under me….touch me, please sweetheart….

  She smoothed a hand over his back, then down to push his hips more firmly against her. She tangled her other hand into his hair, holding his nipping mouth to her throat. “I want more. Take these off,” she murmured.

  –Oh, shit, luv….but I want to feel more of you, too….

  Through the haze of his desire coursing through her mind, she fumbled with the waistband of his jeans; he’d fallen asleep without doing them back up again. He rested his full weight on her to tug down his jeans, kicking his feet out at the last. Impatient to feel her skin against his, JT yanked her sweatpants and underwear down past her knees, then pushed them off with his toes.

  He sat up and straddled her, rubbing his cock slowly over her stomach, teasing them both.

  –You feel perfect….touch me, luv…please….just….touch me….

  Her hands slid slowly up his thighs, to wrap her fingers around his hips and squeeze the muscled flesh of his behind.

  –Christ!

  His hips jerked and he lost his balance, landing on his arms. He looked down to see a wicked smile on her lips. “A tease for a tease,” she whispered.

  “You’re going to drive me mad, woman,” he groaned.

  She reached down to encircle his thick shaft in her hand. “Then we’re even.” She squeezed. “Tease me later. Right now, I want you inside me.”

  All thoughts of gentleness and teasing left with her whispered words.

  –Holy shit….need to….good God, luv….take you now….

  He crushed his lips to hers, breath coming in harsh gasps.

  –I want so desperately….inside you….got to have you…

  His tongue invaded her mouth, probing and dancing, roughly seeking union with hers. She moaned, cranking his passion, which then became her own.

  –God, I need this….need her….sweet heat….

  She shifted her legs, parting them slightly. He needed no further invitation to come inside. His mouth still locked to hers, JT moved between her thighs, frantically pushing them apart with his knees. He dragged the head of his cock to her opening.

  –Holy fucking shit….so wet….and shaved….so that line was really you….now, need to feel you around me right fucking NOW….

  And buried himself inside.

  –Aaahhh, heaven…so tight….so wet….so good… so goddamn right around me…how can she….oh…squeeze tighter….damn…gotta move…feel your sweetness….

  He rose to his elbows, and she arched her hips, driving him even deeper, then wrapped her legs around his waist, linking her ankles behind his back. She moaned, rocking with his thrusts. JT looked down to her flushed face, fixing her eyes with his intense gaze. She squeezed over him again, locking him tightly inside.

  “Shit, luv, don’t do that,” he groaned. She grinned wickedly, and clenched tighter.

  –Oh fuck….I’m already so….oh the throbbing….baby PLEASE, no…slow down….

  She relaxed, murmuring, “Since you begged…”

  He paused, catching his wits and his breath. “What are you doing to me?” he gasped.

  She gave him a tiny smile. “Give me all of you, JT.” She emphasized her point with an upward tilt of her hips.

  He was gone. All that mattered now was the place where their bodies were joined, driving and rocking. He slammed into her again and again.

  –I’ll give it to you…so hard….so fucking good….aahh, now that’s the way, baby….I can feel you getting wetter….come for me….come on me….

  “Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  He pushed still deeper, harder. She gasped out his name as he felt her ripple around him. He began to plunge in furiously, seeking his own release.

  –Fuck she comes so goddamn tight….so tight…shit, luv…I can feel you….need to ….ahhhyeah almost there….so good….oh yeah fuck meee….ohh…so… God…damn…sweet…. coming so fucking…HARD…

  He exploded, crying out hoarsely and gulping for breath. His arms gave way. Collapsing on top of her, he pulled her closer, raining tiny kisses over her face and hair. “Good lord, you are…” his voice trailed away, searching for the right words.

  “Cherie?” she whispered, reading his thoughts once more.

  –Sort of, but then again, not exactly. Ah, shit. How to explain this?

  She wasn’t offended, nor hurt, by him thinking of her that way. She’d picked up his other emotions about her so vividly she knew they were real and honest. But she was intrigued. “Try just opening your mouth and letting the words fall out,” she answered.

  “Are you going to do that all the time? Answer questions I haven’t even asked yet?” he mumbled against her neck. He still held her tightly, his breathing beginning to slow.

  “I will when you think so loud. Sometimes it’s like shouting, but inside my head.”

  “What’s it like, hearing me like that?” he stalled.

  Now it’s my turn to find it difficult to explain, she thought. “What, like now, knowing you’re trying to evade answering me? Ask anything you want to about that later, and I’ll try to explain. First, I want to know about this Cherie fixation.”

  JT hesitated, collecting his thoughts, and wondering if she was still hearing them. “Well,” he began, “when I first read that story, I wondered if….ah, shit, this is embarrassing.”

  She waited, not saying a word. He took a deep breath, and began again. “I wondered how much of what you wrote was first-hand knowledge, and how much of Cherie was you. I mean, you wrote me pretty accurately, as a person.” There, he’d said it. He felt stupid.

  She considered, assessing the character as she’d written her. “Quite a lot of me was in Cherie. The reactions, the thoughts, those, I guess, were mine. The experiences …I’ve never been in any sort of threesome, so that was pure imagination. I was hoping to make it as real as possible, but there’s some research I wasn’t willing to do.”

  She continued, “I can’t tell you, of the one-on-one scenes, what was real when I wrote it, and what became a reality after I let Mark read it. I honestly don’t remember which came first,” she lied, knowing full well wh
at was in her imagination, but had felt too embarrassed to try, or to ask for. Not that it mattered now; Mark was intrigued and excited by her descriptive writing, and wanted to try it all. She’d drawn the line at involving a second man.

  “So, I guess, in some ways, Cherie was me, and how I wanted to be. It was the very first time I’d ever written erotic scenes, and it was kind of cathartic. I expressed what I was feeling, without having to say it aloud.” She pushed aside any further thoughts of her husband. She wasn’t willing to feel the guilt yet, not with JT warming her, his breathing tickling her skin and sending thrills through her still. She felt her link with JT dimming, but not her need. She wanted more from him before allowing the shame to set in. This would be the only opportunity she was going to allow herself, and she wanted to make the most of it.

  So, he thought, she’d kind of become his Cherie. Such imagination in that pretty little head. And such lust.

  She felt a pulse of his desire flow through her. He lowered his lips to her ear, brushing over the folds with tenderness.

  “Tell me something,” he breathed into her, “that shoelace…?” She felt him throb and grow against her thigh.

  “Why don’t you get one, and you can find out for yourself?” she answered softly.

  JT sprang from the bed, eager as a boy on Christmas morning. He grabbed one of her tennis shoes and began to remove the lacing. He dangled it over her after he pulled it free. “Now, what shall I do with it? Or, maybe I should tie you up with it?” His smile was wicked.

  “I think you’ll have more fun my way,” she responded in throaty tones, snatching the lace from his fingers. He watched her tie a slipknot in one end, growing more aroused with each movement of her fingers. He swallowed heavily and his mouth went dry.

  “Now come on over here, before you cloud my mind entirely with your lusty thoughts.” She smoothed her palm over the blanket directly in front of her and patted it with her fingers, then dragged her eyes up his nude body to his face.

  JT met her smoldering stare with one of his own, bending slowly to cradle her cheeks in both of his hands. He dropped his face closer, then teased at her lips with deceptively gentle kisses, his breath falling fast and shallow over her skin. Kori tilted her head back, sliding away from his lightly grasping fingers and his bone-melting lips.

  “Come down here, JT,” her pitch seductively quiet and low, “you’re going to make me forget what I was doing with kisses like that.”

  He slid trembling hands down to her shoulders then eased onto the mattress to kneel widely in front of her.

  –Holy hell, just the thought of actually doing this has me ready to explode…

  “Oh, no, you won’t. Not until I want you to,” she whispered, slipping the tiny noose around his base and snugging it up tightly.

  JT thought himself a well-endowed man, but this was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. His heavy arousal became larger still, and took on a darker cast. God, I feel huge! And oh, the delicious pulsing throb…

  Korina gasped as another wave of his hunger slammed into her gut. Stay in control, woman, she reminded herself. For as long as you can. Don’t let him take you away just yet…

  She still held the dangling end of the shoelace in her hand. With a wisp of a smirk, she surprised him with a slight tug. He pitched forward onto his hands, the breath catching in his throat. She pulled the string taut and turned her face up to his.

  “Kiss me, JT,” she murmured.

  His mind clouded, lost in a frenzy of almost unbearable need. Groaning, JT crushed his mouth to her full lips. His tongue sought its partner, exploring every crevice in the place where he longed to bury himself. She met him with equal abandon, moaning into his lips. Pulling herself together, she tilted her head back and looked at his face. Hooded eyes revealed his longing, and a fine sheen of perspiration covered his face.

  JT stared back in confusion, his breathing ragged, all thoughts centering on quelling the throbbing in his distended shaft.

  “Stay right where you are. I still have this other end of the shoelace to tend to before those thoughts of yours make me not be able to see straight.” Korina scooted back, then slowly reclined, nipping her way down the curling hairs of his chest to the taut muscles of his stomach. Her tongue traced the fine line of hair that trailed still lower.

  –Bloody hell, woman!….you’re going to drive me utterly…Kori, no luv, please don’t make me wait….

  He groaned deeply as her breath feathered over his hard, aching flesh.

  Another tug on the string and his hips were pulled toward the bed; he spread his knees further apart. She opened her lips under him and took him inside,

  –Good Christ…so wet, so tight….oh, oh, AH GOD! how good that feels…sweet oblivion….

  threading the remaining end of the shoelace behind her neck and tying it off to the loop around him. He was bound to her and buried deep inside. He felt her tongue begin to stroke his hypersensitive flesh.

  –I never dreamed it could feel this fucking fantastic…oh yeah baby, suck my cock….

  She was almost completely lost in his passion, only dimly aware of herself, of his stroking her slick folds with his callused fingers. She bit down lightly, a clue to stop and just enjoy this ride. His stream of thoughts running through her brain were enough distraction. With a sharp intake of breath, he stilled his hand, but didn’t pull it away.

  – Fuck baby…my God what you’re doing to me… yeah, swallow over me again…I’m tied to you until you’re done with me….Jesus, could I get any bigger?…. gaaaawwwwd-dammmmnnnn….

  She began to move under him, teasing with her tongue and teeth, feeling him throb in her mouth and watching his body tremble. She reached up to caress the tight sac she’d included in the slipknotted string. He was so close… She began a steady rhythm with her tongue, swallowing over him again and again. This was his first time noosed, and she didn’t want to leave him sore and unable to please her after.

  –Sweet JESUS fucking CHRIST!…how much more does she think I can take…??…good lord…oh Kori….Oh Cherie….oh…oh….fuck me, I’m gonna come….can’t wait…..Cherie love….right NOW!!!

  He erupted down her throat, pumping and throbbing in his release. She struggled to swallow as his hips bucked. With one last shuddering sigh, he relaxed under her hands, breath still coming in ragged pants, head hanging down, his hair tickling over her stomach.

  –My God, woman…sweet Cheriebaby…I won’t ever let you go….

  His thoughts made her feel sexy, beautiful, wanted. So what if he also thought of her as her fictional creation? She was the one who was here in the flesh. He may not be living in reality right now, but neither was she. If what he needed was a dream, then, for today, he could have it. She reached up and loosened the knot, releasing them both.

  JT turned around to face her, still balanced on shaky hands and knees and studied her flushed features. Her eyes were closed, the lids fluttering with each rapid breath. Her parted lips looked swollen and bruised and her long blonde hair was spread in a disheveled fan over the mattress. She was breathtaking with the high color of passion staining her cheeks.

  –I want to touch you everywhere…take you over the edge, bring you to ecstasy again and again, until you beg me to stop…erase from your memory every lover you’ve ever had, until only I remain…such a beautiful, passionate creature I’ve found in you….

  Stop it, JT. I need sleep. He felt a stirring of exhausted amusement with the words that popped into his mind, unbidden. “What, love? Did you just say something?”

  “No,” she mumbled thickly, “but I was thinking that I needed more sleep, and that, as randy as you are, I’ll not get any if I don’t tell you to cut it out and just lay down.”

  “Oh.” He was certain he heard her speak that first time. Strange. He stretched out fully on the bed, pulling her into a body-molding cuddle. She felt so soft and warm, so right, melting against him as she drifted toward sleep. JT closed his eyes, a hint of a smile pl
aying up the corners of his mouth. Her deep, even breathing soon lulled him away, the smile never leaving his face.

  Seven

  Auugghh! What was that God-awful noise…? Kori dragged open eyelids that felt swollen and drugged. “Damn alarm clock,” she muttered, flicking the switch to turn it off. Stupid thing always pulls me from the best dreams… And this one was so real. JT Blackwood. On her, over her, inside her…she sighed, knowing she had to get up. Couldn’t remember what day it was, what she had to do today other than go to work, but if she set the alarm, that meant she had to be up. She gently rolled away from the arm that held her so close, not wanting to disturb his slumber.

  Her half-awake gaze swept the room, searching for her bathrobe. Better hit the shower, wake up and begin the day…. her eyes widened as reality thundered in like a sledgehammer.

  Tasteful but nondescript furnishings. Blue jeans in an inside-out wad on the floor. Tennis shoe sans shoelace, lying next to the bed. Her favorite gray sweatpants next to the shoe… That was no dream, girlfriend. You did JT Blackwood seven ways from Sunday last night, and he’s still in your bed. Oh, shit….

  Her heart galloped in her chest and her bladder threatened to let go. She quietly escaped to the shower, hoping to sort through her thoughts without having to look at his peaceful, sleeping face. She always seemed to think more clearly when steamy water cascaded down her back.

  It didn’t help this time. She’d truly dug a hole and jumped in headfirst. Her first night without Mark, alone with the band, and she’d gone and slept with the singer. Repeatedly. Oh, fuck, now what to do?

  She could never tell her husband; he trusted her, and she betrayed that trust the first chance she had. This can never, not ever, happen again, she vowed, brutally toweling her scalp. Can’t be alone with the man unless it’s in a public place. The connection is too strong. Why, oh, why hadn’t she seen it coming? For crying out loud, you idiot, you were receiving his thoughts from halfway around the planet in your sleep, strong as a satellite broadcast. You did see it coming, and you just didn’t care. Wanted to live the fantasy, for once.