Forbidden Fantasies (5 page)

His back arched off the bed, and he gritted his teeth. His body stayed on the razor’s edge of climax but he didn’t go over.

“Jesus, Jess.” He moaned as she took his cock in her mouth again and sucked hard, deep, swallowing him. The back of her throat worked against the head, over and over again as she swallowed, her tongue lashing against his length. The pain of arousal was almost unbearable, and he thought he might die from the burning need to come.

But what a way to go.

He let out a disbelieving groan as Jess sat back again on her heels, her finger still twisted in the elastic band. His cock was glistening wet, and about as engorged as he’d ever seen it. A steady stream of fluid leaked from the slit, but there was no relief. He didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on before, and didn’t think he could string two sentences together if he had to.

“Would you like me to let you come now?” she asked softly, cupping his balls again.

“Oh, God, yes. Please. I’m begging.”

“Begging is good,” she breathed, gasping as she slipped her hand between her legs, dipping her fingers inside her pussy. God, he wanted to be there, where she was touching. He wanted his cock there, or his mouth. But she shook her head again when he rolled his hips toward her. “No.”

When she removed her fingers, they were covered in her slick fluids, dripping with her desire. She held them up so he could see, and he swallowed hard. “Let me taste.”

“No. I want you to close your eyes. No looking, no touching, or I stop what I’m doing.”

His eyes drifted shut without his permission. She’d commanded it, he’d done it.

She rubbed her wet hand up and down his cock, and all over his balls, pressing against the tight hole of his ass with a wet finger. Then her hand disappeared, and when it came back, it was even wetter. She circled the hole, stroking lightly over it. The feelings were incredibly hot, wildly arousing, but not something he was used to.

“What are you—?” he asked, but she cut him off before he could blurt out his panic.

“Shh. Don’t think. Just feel.” She pushed harder, and his body started to open to her questing finger. As she probed gently with her finger, she took his cock back into her mouth.

He was coming apart at the seams, and she must have known it. “When I count to three, I want you to come for me, Alex. One.” She buried her finger deep in his ass, plunging it in and out as if she was fucking him there. “Two.” She loosened her grip on the elastic band and eased the constriction. “Three,” she finished, sucking him so hard he slid deep into her throat.

He came with a roar, shouting out his release. His hands came down, and he grabbed her hair tightly, pumping his hips, plunging into her mouth. Over and over and over again, until he was finished coming.

Or thought he was. He fell back against the pillow and forced his eyes open. There was a wild look on Jess’s face as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, across her clit, rubbing furiously. Moving faster than he thought he could, he flipped her onto her back, and drove into her, his cock still hard and throbbing from his release. He grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head and held them in one of his.

He stroked in and out, furiously, madly, wanting her to come as hard as he had.

She did, with a loud shout that echoed in their bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on, holding them locked together. As she contracted around his cock, he came again, once more, draining him dry.

He knew he was too heavy, but damned if he could move. He lay on top of her, buried deep inside her, boneless and exhausted. “Where the
hell
did you learn that trick with the hair band?” Still breathing hard from the force of the best orgasm he’d ever had, he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was lying on top of him.

“Where do you think?” Her voice was both shaky and seductive at the same time. She kissed him tenderly, then lay her head on his chest. “I read it in a book.”

“Worth. Every. Fucking. Penny.” Her hesitant but honest admission made him feel like king of the world. “Remind me to get you a big gift card to the bookstore to stock up on more.”

The rest of the morning was surreal, and Jessica felt as though she’d fallen into an alternate universe. They lounged in bed for about another twenty minutes, then went downstairs to make breakfast. She wore nothing but a robe, and Alex wore his birthday suit. She whipped up some eggs, microwaved some bacon, and had just popped the toast in the toaster when Alex backed her up against the counter, shoved the robe wide open and dropped to his knees in front of her. By the time he was done pleasuring her with his mouth and his hands, she was as limp as spaghetti.

And breakfast was cold.

They warmed everything back up in the microwave, took their plates back to their room, and had a naked picnic on their bed.

“Will you show me the rest of the books?” Alex asked, out of the blue.

Jessica was finishing up the last of her toast and nearly choked on the piece in her mouth. “What?”

“The books you have hidden in that box. I want to know what turned you on about them.” He cocked his head and gave her a measured look. “Are there things in them you’d like to try?”

Gulp.
Plenty of them. Maybe sharing those with Alex would be easier now since he’d asked the question. Which meant he was interested in trying new things too. Right?

She hoped that was the case, but first, she wanted to be certain he knew what he was asking. “Are you sure you want to know? Yesterday morning, while you were all at baseball practice, I decided I’d rather have our sex life, and our marriage, just the way it is, and not take the chance of messing things up by making you uncomfortable. Or unhappy.”

“I’m sure.” He took her plate and put it on the nightstand with his, then clasped her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Honey, I love you. The thing that makes me unhappy is you hiding things from me. As for uncomfortable, I won’t know until you tell me what you want. Like this morning, when you took control. That’s something you wanted to try, wasn’t it?”

Thank God, he’d started with a relatively easy one, although she felt a blush warm her face. “Yes. I really wanted you tied to the bed but this was good too.”

“
Damn,
babe. Did you think I wouldn’t like being at your mercy? Sweetheart, that was, bar none, the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Spots of color rose in his cheeks, making them a matched set. “Never in a million years did I think a finger up my ass would make me come, but between that and you swallowing my cock, it felt damn good. I’m not so sure about being tied up, but I’m willing to give it a try. Especially if it means another five-star orgasm.”

He blew out a long breath, then laughed self-consciously, waving a hand in the general direction of his semi-erect penis. “Jesus, I’m already getting turned on. Again. I’m thirty-six years old, and I’ve been hard more times in one day than I was as a teenager. And you’re afraid to share this kind of stuff with me.” He smiled wryly. “Hell, no. Bring it on.” He lifted her hand and placed a lingering kiss on her palm. “What else have you been imagining?”

The fire in his eyes seared her, and his voice, raw with need, gave her the courage to continue. Rather than answering, she climbed onto her knees and straddled him, rubbing her mound against his erection, wetting him with her arousal. She leaned forward and kissed him, openmouthed, loving the taste of him. He kissed her back, tangling his tongue with hers. But when he grabbed her hips and held her down against his body, she twisted out of his grasp and climbed off his lap.

“Hey,” he complained. “Where are you going?”

She grinned over her shoulder at him. “I just needed to get to this side of the bed. To the books.”

“Tease.” He gave her a mock scowl but the light in his eyes gave him away. “I ought to punish you for that.”

“Promise?” She kept a close eye on his reaction as she forced herself to respond. This was one of the more extreme—and therefore harder—things to share with him. “That’s something I want you to do to me. I want you to tie me up, and I want you to spank me.”

The look on his face was priceless, and she seemed to have rendered him speechless.

“Alex?” She turned back to face him fully. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

It took as long for him to answer as it did for him to move to the edge of the bed and plant his feet solidly on the floor, less than a foot away from her. “Once my heart starts beating again, yeah.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, frowned. “I don’t know if I can hit you, sweetheart. Are you sure?”

His concern seemed to be about her welfare, not about how kinky the request was, and that was a relief. “Sure I want to try it? Yes. Sure I’ll like it and want to do it again? No.” She shrugged. “It’s not like I want to be whipped with a belt. I’m talking about using your hand, or a soft flogger. It’s not abuse, Alex. It’s foreplay.”

“I know I keep saying this, but
damn.
” He shook his head, looking a little dazed. “Is this something you fantasized about?”

“Yeah.” She dropped to her knees, pulled the box out from under the bed and found the book she’d bought online. The cover was wild, with a woman on her knees, her hands bound behind her back. The man behind her was holding a leather flogger. The woman’s ass was pink, as if it had just been kissed by the flogger’s tails.

She handed it to him, staying on her knees in front of him. Striking a submissive pose, she clasped her hands behind her back, spread her knees, lowered her gaze—although she could still see Alex’s face—and waited. Just like the woman on the cover. He’d understand the significance of it, if he looked at the book.

He read the back cover, then flipped it over, staring at the photograph. Then he looked at her, his eyes wide. “Babe,” he said softly.

She lifted her eyes to his. “I want to submit to you. In the bedroom only, and maybe only once, but I want to try. I want you to do whatever you want to me. Whatever you think will make my pleasure greater, whatever you think I can handle. I want to put myself completely in your hands. That’s what this book is all about. He’s a dominant, looking for a new submissive. She’s never tried it before, but she’s wondered and fantasized and hoped to find someone open enough to help her find out if that’s what she wants. It’s all mutual. He takes his pleasure from hers. He doesn’t want to hurt her, except in ways that will increase her pleasure. Like flogging, or tying her up. He wants her mindless with need, but he wants to make her beg to be allowed to come.”

Alex gaped at her. “Like you did with me this morning. You wanted to play the dominant, and now you want to try the submissive role?”

Jessica nodded, but then frowned. “And don’t ask me—I don’t know why I want it. Part of me thinks it’s sick and twisted.”

He started to interrupt, but she cut him off.

“The other part of me says screw it. I don’t know why it turns me on, why I want it, but I don’t care. The fantasies of submission are driving me mad.” She laughed self-consciously. “I’m so drenched right now, I’m going to leave a puddle on the floor.”

Yeah, join the club
, Alex thought. Jesus Christ. Who was this wild woman on the floor—on her fucking knees in front of him—and what had she done with his reserved, sweet wife? He could barely wrap his head around it. The mere
thought
of dominating Jess in the bedroom—tying her up, making her beg, hell, even spanking her sexy ass—made him want to get started. Right now.

Truth be told, their sex life had become more routine, less spontaneous in these past few years. He hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t realized he needed more until she’d started with the insatiable routine three months ago.

He cleared his throat, willed his cock to behave until they got through with this whole un-fucking-believable conversation. “What else is in that box?” he asked thickly, putting the book she’d handed him under his pillow. Tonight, he was reading. Cover to cover research.

Still on her knees, she pulled another one out and handed it to him. It was the damn book she’d hidden from him. He examined the cover, taking in every nuance of the photograph, and then flipped it over. He skimmed the back, then opened to a random page. Or maybe not quite random, he thought, noticing the book opened easily to this page. He cast a glance at Jess, who looked a little embarrassed.

“Your favorite scene, maybe?” he murmured. “Let’s see what happens here.”

He read the page slowly, his mouth drying up faster than the desert in summer. It was a threesome. One man was fucking the woman in her pussy, and the other had his cock up her ass. The words painted a picture so vivid, he felt like he was right there, watching it live. But he could understand why Jess felt guilty fantasizing about it. For a woman who’d been raised in such a puritanical house, this was inconceivable.

He’d always been more open about sex, and he was willing to try almost anything, but the idea of a threesome left him cold. No way was anyone but him touching his Jessica. No. Fucking. Way.

He must have made some kind of negative sound, because when he looked up from the book, Jess’s eyes were glued to the floor, and her body was rigid. He swore. “Jessica, look at me.”

She looked up, her eyes panicked. “I never should’ve let you see that.”

“Why?” he asked bluntly.

“Because you’re disgusted by it.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not. Quit assuming you know how I feel. But I want an honest answer from you. Do you
want
to have a threesome? No lies, Jess. Is this one of those fantasies you want to try?”

He waited, not sure what would come out of his wife’s mouth. And not sure what he would do if she said yes. That was one boundary he didn’t think he could cross.

“No,” she said vehemently. “I don’t want any other man but you.”

He let out breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, relieved. “Thank God. Call me a caveman, but I’d want to kill any other man who touched you. I don’t even like it when they look at you.” He held out his hand and, when she took it, he tugged her to her feet. He anchored his heels on the bed frame and pulled her between his knees, settling his hands on her hips. His cock bobbed, bumping against Jess’s stomach, leaving a sticky, wet trail of his arousal against her skin. It was sexy as hell, and he wanted inside her. “But was I turned off by it? No. It’s incredibly arousing to read. I guess there are couples who could really pull that off, but I don’t think we’re one of them. You’re
mine
, and I don’t like to share.”

She shuddered, from both relief and the possessive tone of Alex’s voice. Once again, she should’ve trusted him.

“How would you feel about making it reality, without anyone else involved?” She rubbed her belly against his erection. Talking about this, thinking about it, aroused her as much as reading about it. “How do you feel about, er…” she cleared her throat, forced the word out, “…toys?”

His eyes lit up and a quick, startled grin landed on his face. “What kind of toys do you have in mind? And what do you want to do with them?”

The minute the words came out of his mouth, though, she saw the light bulb flash over his head.

“Babe. You want to…” Looking dazed, he paused, started again. “You want me to…” He cleared his throat. “Jesus, Jess. You’re really trying to kill me today, aren’t you?”

She felt the blush work its way from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Of all the things she wanted to try, this was the hardest to ask for. Even harder than the submissive thing, or the flogger. If anything was going to turn the tide for him from arousal to revulsion, she thought, this one thing was it. “Is that gross?”

Before he could answer—an answer she desperately needed—a voice called out from downstairs. “Jess? Alex? Are you home?”

Jessica yelped and stared at Alex in horror. “Your mother!”

He grimaced, ran a hand through his hair and reached for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. “I’ll see what she needs.” He dragged the clothes on and started for the door, hesitating briefly. “We’ll get back to our talk later.” The look he gave her before he left the room was indecipherable.

Still naked, she sank onto their bed, her arms wrapped around her stomach. It ached, maybe almost as much as her heart. Alex’s face had gone straight from shocked at her words to disbelief at his mother’s untimely appearance, without any clue as to what he was really feeling. So of course, here she was again, being an idiot and thinking the worst. She covered her face with her hands and sucked in a deep breath. “Backbone,” she muttered, squaring her shoulders as she stood. “Grow one.”

Disgusted with herself, she threw on some yoga pants and a cami, then started downstairs to see what was going on.

In the family room her mother-in-law sat next to a sad-looking Ben, whose face was pale except for two bright red, feverish spots of color. His eyes were glassy, and tears streaked his cheeks. Alex was just coming in from the kitchen, holding a wet washcloth and what they all referred to as the throw-up bucket.

“Oh, Ben, what happened?” Jess crouched in front of her son, pushed his hair back and felt his forehead. “Not feeling so well?”

He shook his head. “I threw up all over the camper,” he whispered. “I tried not to.”

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. I did worse in their house when I was your age,” Alex said with a small grin. “Grandma is used to cleaning up boy messes.”

Jess stood and gave Alex’s mom a quick hug. “Where’s Kara?”

“Still with Robert up at Cunningham Falls. They’re fishing. We’ll take her to school tomorrow,” Adele Meyers said. “That way you can focus on Ben, especially if he’s up all night.”

“Thanks,” she said with feeling. Kara loved to fish with her grandfather, and Adele was right. Like Alex, Ben was a really cranky patient. She took the bucket from Alex. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you upstairs to bed.”

As they went upstairs, Adele’s concerned words drifted up after her. “I’m sorry we had to interrupt your time alone, but Ben will be more comfortable in his own bed.” She paused. “Things seemed a little off between you and Jessica yesterday. Is everything okay, honey?” she asked, the worry obvious in her voice.

Jess hesitated on the stairs, her body tense.