Cherry Dreams Page 3

He was bound in his mind and body. He kept making jerky, cut off movements, like he was trying to throw his arms toward her and didn’t quite have the strength. His head was rocking from side to side, almost in the same rhythm as his hips and one long moan, occasionally cut off by gasps, was emanating from his mouth, dropped wide open a perfect, cherry syrup red “oh” between his flushed cheeks.

  And he wasn’t just bound. He was helpless, more helpless than he’d ever been. When she tied him he was just stuck, but now… his rock hard thighs, his rock hard cock, his white knuckles wrenching the sheets so hard that the fabric stood up when he tried to throw his hands up off the bed… and he felt fragile underneath her.

  She could do literally anything to him when he was like this. He couldn’t stop her. He could barely argue with her.

  It was breathtaking. It made her heart ache. It made her wet and want almost nothing more than to just slip him inside of her and come together.

  Almost.

  The one thing she wanted more than that was to keep him safe, keep to the terms of the game that they’d set, and the terms of the game demanded one more round before she could take him.

  She set her thumb to his lip, moaned at the shiver the touch sent through his body and kissed him. As drugged as he was, his kiss was still perfect. His lips felt calm and loving against her own, the little moan still emanating from him his throat into her mouth. Her hips started rocking down and she choked when she realized that she was spread over his thighs, rocking down into nothing. She rearranged herself quickly, grinding down into his thigh as she nipped her way down the tendons standing out on his neck, toward the dip between his collarbones.

  He cried out when she sucked his nipple. She wrenched away from the sweat-slicked skin and dove back into the firm, warm, cherry flavored press of his lips.

  He whined, high and needy. She brought her hand up to the pillows, slipping it under his head and digging her fingers through his hair until his garbled litany became her name.

  She instantly returned to where she had left off. Her hands started inching toward his cock, almost of their own accord, but that wasn’t the next step. She wrapped her hands around his sides, clenching to keep herself from gripping his cock and jerking him off before she’d finished the repetition.

  And that’s when she realized she was under restraint in this game too. She could only touch him where she’d touched him before. How he was expecting to be touched. When he was expecting to be touched.

  It wasn’t as terrifying to be in someone else’s hands as she’d always thought it would be. Not when it was Alaric.

  She lapped over his heaving chest, bit at his nipple and thrust him down into the bed when he rocked up into the feeling of her mouth, then pressed down into his thigh. The faraway little burst of pleasure from the quick pressure of her cunt to his thigh just wasn’t enough, and soon she was gasping, shuddering… desperate, like she made him.

  She had to complete the circuit, but she had to have him. She buried her face in his chest and ran her mouth down his stomach, teeth scraping all the way down to the trail of blonde hair that feel from his navel to his groin, still circling slightly, like he wanted to push up toward her, but was full of lead.

  Her hands skittered down to his groin, gripping his cock as she sunk her mouth down until her lips touched her fist. Alaric let loose a harsh, guttural groan as she let his cock slide into her throat and pulled back. She dropped her hands down over his balls, palming them, then rubbing her thumbs into the spot behind them that made him scream.

  “Ahhhh, Jane, Jane,” Alaric ground out, head thrashing against the pillows.

  Jane fought to catch her breath, and squeezed her hands around his knees, squeezing so tight that her nails dug into his skin before she released her grip.

  She was shaking with how badly she wanted him. She bolted off his thigh, took the base of his cock in her hand and dropped down onto it, letting her knees slide out until her groin met his.

  The feel of her around him seemed to sober him a little. He jerked up, his ass finally clearing the bed as the thrust into her. Jane fell down into his kiss as she rutted back against him, burying him deeper inside herself.

  “I love you,” he panted against her mouth. He sounded less garbled than he had when they’d started. His movements were still slow and heavy, but he was hard, thick, familiar, and so good.

  “I love you too,” she managed, crying out as she finally got Alaric’s cock lined up inside her and buried it into the spot that never failed to make her see sparks.

  His hands seemed to wake, if only slightly. They skimmed over her body, tugged at her hair, dragged across her face, holding her in his kiss as she rocked back into him, taking her pleasure.

  His body went suddenly stiff.

  He was going to come without her permission and she didn’t even care.

  She leaned into his body, kissing the exposed column of his throat as he jerked into her. He dug his fingers into her back as he came and the way he moaned her name as he released brought her own orgasm on.

  They came together. They collapsed together, and Jane fell asleep almost instantly.

  ****

  They didn’t realize until morning that they had forgotten the windows open. The night had been almost cool and they woke, stiff with chill and sore from exertion, clinging to each other to ward off the cold.

  “Good morning,” Alaric said quietly, brushing her hair back from her face.

  “Morning,” Jane whispered back, leaning into a kiss. “How do you feel?”

  “Fine. Strange dreams, though.”

  “Bad dreams?”

  “No. They were about you.”

  The burst of heat in her heart at that line surprised her. Alaric’s thumb caressed her cheek, and then slid down over her bottom lip. He grinned. She grinned then shook her head, pulling away from his hand with a little laugh.

  “What should we do today?” Alaric asked.

  “Pack?” she suggested.

  “Mmhmm, we could,” he rubbed a hand over his eye. “You know… we’ve never been to America. Could be worth a look, yeah?”

  “Yes. I’d like that,” Jane sighed, scooting forward into his body and wrapping her hand around the back of his head. “But… first… what do you say we lay in bed and touch each other?”

  The End

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