Dream On (Stories of Serendipity #2)

by Anne Conley

  “Oh...fuck…Alyssa!”

  But she didn’t stop. She kept his flaccid member in her mouth, as she continued to suck. She pulled the ring off her tongue, and kept licking him until he was clean. And then hard again. She looked back at him and smiled.

  “Did you like that?”

  “You’re in trouble when I get out of this.” He snarled at her.

  She turned around, and straddled him, rubbing his cock and playing with the piercing on the tip of it. She smiled at him again.

  “I’m not finished with you, yet.”

  She stood next to the bed , and released the clasp of her bra, letting her full breasts fall free, before slowly slipping her panties down.

  “This will be a night of firsts for me, Dalton, and I intend to enjoy it.”

  “Where did you learn them?”

  “I have a book.” She pulled a condom out of her bag of tricks , and slowly slipped it over him, before straddling him again. She held herself over Dalton, briefly, looking deep into his eyes before slowly sliding onto him.

  “Ahhh...” She moaned as he felt her warm tightness envelop him. He just stared in fascination, as she closed her eyes and a deep look of satisfaction came over her face.

  “What are you thinking, Alyssa?”

  “That you feel so good inside of me. You make me so…full.”

  “I want to touch you, so bad.” He wanted to grab her hips and pump her full of him, but he knew she needed to do it this way, to see what it was like, and he was more than happy to oblige, even if it did frustrate the hell out of him.

  “Well, not this time.” She looked pleased with herself, smirking at him with glazed eyes.

  “Then, touch yourself.” She looked at him questioningly, and then slowly, she ran her hands over her breasts. “Now, move, Alyssa. Ride me.”

  She shifted her hips back and forth, and Dalton knew from the look of painful pleasure on her face that not only was she rubbing her clit on his hipbone, but the piercing was rubbing her g-spot. Her hands rubbed her breasts, and she rode him with ever-increasing thrusts that made her gasp with pleasure. He felt her tighten around him, massaging him with her core. The sight of her on top of him, playing with her breasts, gasping, almost brought him to climax before her. But not quite. As she shuddered , and moaned around him, he tried to thrust his hips, but couldn’t move against the restraints. He growled in frustration as she collapsed in a heap on top of him.

  “Untie me, now, Alyssa , . ” h H e rumbled at her in desperation.

  Weakly, she moved to untie his hands, then his legs. As soon as his hands were untied, though, he grabbed her and roughly pulled her back on top of him. Not caring about his feet, he held her hips over himself, and then plunged into her fiercely, bringing a gasp to her lips. He held onto her and thrusted in and out. She began to recover her strength and met his hips, bouncing on top of him. His thumb moved over to her button and he brought yet another climax from her as he groaned her name , and held her down on his shaft, as he spilled his seed into the latex barrier.

  “Fuck, Alyssa.” He breathed into her hair, before rolling her off him and untying his feet. He sat up in bed, and looked at her, sprawled before him, a lazy, glazed look in her eyes. “Girl, you’re going to get it now.” He fingered the scarves in his hands while he looked at her. He watched her eyes as the realization dawned on her.

  “Oh, yeah. Paybacks are hell, Sunshine.” He grabbed both of her hands before she could move, and tied them together, much tighter than she had tied his. Tying her bound wrists to the crossbar of the them to the bed above her head, he asked, “What else do you have in your bag of tricks? Huh?” When her arms were tied, he used another scarf to blindfold her.

  “Dalton...”

  “You trust me, don’t you?”

  Oh God, Alyssa trusted him more than anybody else on the planet, but could she tell him that? Confident, assertive Alyssa was quickly cowering behind the blindfold that Dalton had just tied around her head. Tentatively, she said, “Y-yes...”

  She heard him chuckle, as her gut clenched with unease, and she started squirming in the bed.

  “You don’t sound like you are too sure about that.”

  She could hear him rummaging around in her bag of stuff for tonight. “You’ve got some interesting stuff in here. Did you have plans for all of it?”

  She didn’t even know what to do with some of it. “Not really, no. I’m not really sure what...” A hand gently covered her mouth as Dalton’s warm breath shushed in her ear.

  “Shh...that’s okay, I won’t use anything too scary. I promise. Who took you shopping?”

  “Um...Summer and I went to Tyler yesterday. She and the counter guy got a little carried away, and I let them. There’s no telling what I bought, just to get out of there.” She heard him laugh aloud next to her bed, and Alyssa found herself wishing she could see him. His deep, rumbling laugh sent a tickle to her gut.

  The next thing Alyssa was aware of were warm, oily hands rubbing up and down her legs, and the heady scent of ginger, laced with Dalton’s distinct manly smell of citrus filled her nostrils. The muscles in her legs immediately relaxed under his firm touch, as he rubbed from her ankles to the inside of her thighs, almost to the sensitive apex. Then the slick hands were rubbing her torso, around her breasts, the calloused thumb tips circling her nipples, squeezing and kneading. She gasped and arched her back into his hands. His manipulations became more urgent, harder.

  “Do you like that Alyssa?” His deep voice was husky with desire, as he twisted a nipple.

  “Yes.” She gasped, unable to believe her outrageous behavior. How could she be so turned on again?

  She could feel him hovering over her. The heat from his body was emanating off him, surrounding her with his maleness. His breath in her ear was hot, moist, sending shivers of delight down her spine, making her squirm. She could smell the sweat radiating off his body, and something about the smell filled her with need.

  “You are so hot, tonight. So sexy. Unbelievable, Alyssa.”

  She moaned at the words. Nobody had ever thought she was sexy , or hot. Dalton saying the words drove her wild. “Dalton, you make me feel sexy. I’m not usually like this.” Her breath was so ragged, she almost couldn’t get the words out.

  “I know, and I love that about you.” His hands were all over her, everywhere at once, coating her in sensual, oily, pleasure. With her sight deprived, unable to move her hands, her other senses were on hyper-drive. The music, his touches, the smell of the oil, all conspired to make her feel like her body was going to shatter under his touch.

  “I need you, again, Alyssa. I’ve never needed a woman like I need you.” He whispered the words into her ear, softly, and she moaned in response. Suddenly, his hands grabbed her hips, and he flipped her over, roughly. Her hands, tied together to the headboard, flipped with her body, and she grasped it tightly. “Get on your knees.” He growled at her. “Spread them...wider...That’s perfect.” Then his hands were on her hips, and he was thrusting inside her, roughly. One hand snaked around to her womanhood, and began circling the spot that made her so happy, while his other hand tweaked a nipple.

  She was overwhelmed by sensations coming from everywhere. The feel of his hands on her pleasure spots, and the feel of his length filling her, made something inside her tighten, needing release. Alyssa didn’t know how to deal with the feeling, and having her hands tied gave her a total lack of control over her response. She clutched the bed frame tightly, knuckles whitening, as she let out a guttural rasp.

  “Oh God, Dalton!”

  At her vocalization, he increased the force of his already ruthless thrusts. She was no longer in control of her body , and could feel its response to Dalton. Her body tightened up, impossibly, and then released itself with impossible, shuddering, warmth that spread throughout, leaving her weak and helpless to his pounding into her. He grabbed her hips then, and flipped her over again before throwing one leg over his shoulder and pounding into he
r inconceivably deep. She could feel his piercing inside her, colliding with her womb, so intensely erotic. The sensation of him inside her satiated body, combined with the smells and the groans he was making, made her feel so hot. She began to writhe against him again, trying to meet him, her oily body slick, as their skin rubbed together.

  “Dalton, I want to see you.” She breathed to him, before he yanked the blindfold off. The image of him above her, with her leg next to his face, while he continued his frantic thrusts, was too much for her. She felt her body begin to respond to him again. As his hands gripped her hips painfully, she pulled against her restraints, longing to clutch his massively hard biceps, as they flexed with each pull of her hips against his. She bit her lip, painfully, as she groaned and threw her head back against the pillows.

  “Oh, God!”

  “That’s it, Alyssa. Let me hear you.” Dalton’s driving became even harder, sending both of them to dizzying heights, before they both crashed down to the bed.

  Dalton reached up with one hand, and untied her before taking her in his arms and pulling her close to him. “I’m sorry.” His breath was ragged against her neck.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, “What on earth for?” She breathed, when she finally could.

  “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you, Alyssa. Did I hurt you?”

  “No, you didn’t. That was...I have no words for that Dalton. It was pretty fucking amazing.”

  He looked up at her, with a glint in his eyes. “I’ve never heard you say fuck.” A smirk lifted at the corners of his mouth.

  “I can’t think of anything else to say, right now. That was exquisite.”

  Pushing a lock of errant hair off her face, Dalton said, “I love you so much, Alyssa.”

  The words sent tiny shivers through her body, and she trembled in his arms. “I love you, too, Dalton.” She snuggled into him, and fell asleep in his arms, exhausted.

  Chapter 26

  The next morning, Alyssa awoke spooned in a warm cocoon of Dalton’s maleness. She turned herself in his arms , and kissed his neck softly, before looking at his face. In sleep, the hard lines around his mouth and eyes were relaxed, and she ran her index finger over his sensuous lips, shivering slightly at the memories of last night.

  His granite eyes opened under her scrutiny.

  “I could wake up to this every morning.” He rumbled as he pushed his erection against her belly.

  “Me too...” She giggled uncomfortably. Last night had been astounding. She had made him want her so badly, and he had loved her in so many ways. It felt good to be that woman, so unlike herself --- t . T hat wanton, slutty, sex-kitten. And it seemed like he liked it, too. But could she do that all the time? Would he always want her like that?

  As if he could read her mind, Dalton said, “Last night was...amazing, Alyssa. Are you sore this morning?” He reached down to touch her sex, gently.

  “Um...yes.” She wasn’t going to lie. She felt an uncomfortable burning down there, like she’d had some really rough sex. Oh yeah, she had.

  “You make us some coffee, and I’ll run you a bath. Then I’ll make you a birthday breakfast. Okay?” He squeezed her gently around her waist.

  “Okay.” He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the nose.

  Alyssa got out of bed and went into the kitchen to start the coffee, while Dalton pulled on his jeans and went into the bathroom. She could hear the water start running. When she got into the bathroom, Dalton was sitting on the toilet seat lid, watching the water run into the tub.

  “What are you thinking?” She asked him.

  “About last night.” He looked at her. “I loved it. But you don’t have to do stuff like that with me, Alyssa. I want you anyway, without the sexy clothes and toys and stuff.”

  “I was curious.” She admitted.

  “Did you like it?” He led her by the hand over to the bathtub, grimacing at the finger shaped bruises on her hips.

  “Yes, very much, Dalton.” She looked at him, squarely in the eyes. “You made me feel like somebody else. I liked being her for a night.”

  He looked at her questioningly, and she sat down in the hot water, exhaling a long breath as her nether regions slid into the heat.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I was a sexy woman. I’ve never been that sexy, before. It felt nice.”

  He grabbed her scrubby poof and poured some bath gel into it, before washing her back. “I’m not going to lie, last night was one of the hottest nights I have ever spent with a woman. Alyssa, it was hot because I was with you, not because of anything else. You are a sexy woman. You’re sexy when you cook dinner, teach a class, or tuck your kids in at night. You are unbelievable without even trying.” His hands on her back stilled, as he took a deep breath. “And you’re sexy as hell when you try to be.” He handed her the scrubby. “I’m going to go get us some coffee, then start breakfast. And then I’m going to make love to you without toys, gently. The way I’ve been wanting to.”

  Alyssa relaxed back into the hot water, while Dalton fixed her coffee and returned with it. Then she listened to him rummage around in her kitchen, which she knew was still a mess from last night.

  As she scrubbed the remnants of last night’s passion from her skin, she remembered Dalton’s face when she had initially tied him up. Eager, expectant, lusty. He had wanted her. And if what he said was true, he loved her , and thought she was sexy without all of her awkward machinations.

  It had been fun, though. She had really enjoyed the feelings of control she had. She loved she had caused those noises of fulfillment.

  Smiling to herself, she rose from the tub, and toweled herself off. She wrapped her robe around her , and went into the kitchen , where Dalton was just setting a platter of pancakes and bacon on the table.

  “I’m starved. This looks great.” She said, admiration in her voice. He had cleared off the table, and was putting a huge stack of pancakes and bacon on her plate.

  He passed her the syrup. “What are the kids doing this weekend?”

  “Steven’s taking them to a fall festival at the State Park tonight. I get them back tomorrow. Can you stay?” She looked at him hopefully.

  “Sunshine, I’m going to spend every night of this week with you.” Something in the way he said the words sent a thrill of pleasure straight to her toes. He took a bite of bacon, chewed and swallowed, watching her the whole time. “I intend to be a part of all of y’all’s lives.” He reached across the table and stroked her hair behind her ears. “I love you all, Alyssa.”

  She smiled at him, wolfing down her pancakes. “This is so good, Dalton. You make a mean breakfast.”

  “Yeah, bachelorhood taught me to cook. It was either learning to cook, or starve. I know my way around a kitchen. Nothing gourmet, though.” He took a bite of pancakes.

  “What are your plans for the week?” She took a sip of her coffee and munched on bacon. “Aside from spending the nights here, of course.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

  “I’ve got to do some work around the ranch. I’m not sure how ready Dad was for winter with the cows. I’ve got to double-check all the fences, see how much hay he has stocked up, stuff like that. And I’ve been talking to my mom about moving. I need to figure out what to do with that.” He looked down at his plate.

  “What do you mean?” Alyssa reached across the table for his hand.

  “I think I’m going to build a place of my own. I need to work out some logistics, though. I have a buddy who is a home builder. I’m going to talk to him this week.” Dalton looked at her squarely, as if he were gauging her reaction.

  “That’ll be good. A place of your own.” Alyssa was quiet. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Dalton building his own house. Of course, he wouldn’t be living with his mother any more, and that was good. A thirty-six-year - old didn’t need to be living with his mom. But she wanted him closer, and she was afraid to admit that to him.

  As if he was reading her mind , and s
ensing her insecurities, Dalton pulled Alyssa into his embrace. “I love you, Alyssa. I want a life with you, if you’ll have me. I’m not going anywhere.”

  She turned and snuggled into his strong arms. “I love you too, Dalton.”

  Last night, he had been aggressive in his need for her. This morning, he was so gentle. She liked the two sides to Dalton

  Dalton released her, slowly. “Happy Birthday, Alyssa.” He kissed her, his mouth making all sorts of promises to hers. “I want to make love to you, now. Sweetly.” His tongue thrust slowly inside her mouth, sending a convulsive shudder through her body.

  The spent the rest of the morning in bed.

  That afternoon, Dalton exiled Alyssa from the kitchen, while he rummaged around to make her dinner. “Mmmmm...Something smells good.” She told him, when he emerged an hour after he went in.

  “Stew. It’s got to simmer for awhile. You need to eat before we go out tonight.” He came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel he’d slung over his shoulder.

  “We’re going out tonight?”

  He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the nose. “Yup. I’m taking you to The Gin. Feel like dancing?”

  “Sure!” She went to her room to shower and change into her jeans and her boots before coming out to the kitchen to eat. The stew was really good. Alyssa had to admit, he did know his way around a kitchen.

  After they ate and cleaned up the kitchen, Dalton drove them to the bar. They were incredibly early, which meant they were the only ones there, but Dalton didn’t mind.The DJ would play whatever they asked, and he could watch Alyssa dance without having to worry about anybody else.

  He bought her a dressed up tequila shot with a beer chaser, and he settled in with his whiskey and coke to watch her dance. He wasn’t a huge country and western fan, but this was a honky tonk in Serendipity, and he couldn’t come here without being exposed to it. And something about the way Alyssa moved when she danced by herself made him feel drunker than he was. He got up to go dance with her, unable to resist the pull of her gravity field.