Dream On (Stories of Serendipity #2)

by Anne Conley

  Dalton spent Friday with his mom, helping her with the housework. She seemed to be in a cheerful mood, and he relished that. She was humming softly to herself while they worked. After announcing she was going to an early dinner with friends, she excused herself to get ready. So, Dalton used that time to go to his room and start readying himself for his dinner with Alyssa. His stomach fluttered with anticipation, and he felt like a school girl anxiously awaiting her de-flowering. As far as that could be from the truth, he relished the sensation of newness that Alyssa brought to his sexuality.

  Interrupting his lascivious thoughts about what he intended to do with Alyssa’s body, his mother knocked at his door. He needed his own place.

  “Dalton, honey? Do you have a minute?”

  “Sure, Mom. Come in.”

  Mary came in and sat down at his desk chair, so he sat on the edge of his bed, facing her. She was sitting on the edge of the chair, with her hands primly in her lap.

  “Mom, what’s up?”

  “I was wondering what your plans are, Dalton.”

  “I’m getting ready for a date.”

  “No. I meant your life plans. What are you going to do? Will you continue living here, with me?”

  “I’m not sure. I think I probably need my own place. I am thirty-six, and living with my mother is a little…”

  Mary smiled at him. “I understand. So things worked out with your tee shirt idea?”

  “Yeah. They did.”

  “I’m glad for you Dalton. And I’m sorry for the way I acted about her…at first. I could have been more hospitable towards Alyssa.”

  “It’s okay, Mom.” Wow, he knew how hard that must have been. His mother didn’t apologize for her actions very often.

  “Why don’t you call your friend, Max? About building you a house of your own out here somewhere? Maybe out by the tank? That’s a lovely spot for a house.”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  “I also wanted to give you something. If you want it.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out her engagement ring.

  Dalton was floored. “Mom?”

  “I may be jumping the gun here, a little. But your father would want you to have it. It was the ring his father gave his mother, and he gave it to me.”

  “But you still wear it. I couldn’t…”

  “I still have the band. It’s the way your father would have wanted things to be.” She sniffed back a tear.

  Taking the ring, he put it inside a desk drawer. “Thanks, Mom.” He hugged her, feeling a little more meat on her bones than he had a couple of months ago. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, son.”

  As his mother left the room, Dalton was reminded of what the past month had taught him. He couldn’t imagine his life without Alyssa and the kids. He allowed himself a brief daydream of Alyssa, Sierra, and Cayden all dancing in a kitchen she designed. All of them sitting on a sofa , watching movies and eating popcorn. He daydreamed about coffee in huge rocking chairs on a porch overlooking the tank. He pictured them fishing together on a Sunday afternoon , after church.

  He whistled on his way out the door.

  As he walked up to her door, his stomach clenched tightly. He was almost more nervous tonight than he had been on their first meeting at the Serendipity bakery. What was going on with him? Knocking lightly, he waited for her to open the door.

  When she did, Dalton 's eyebrows rose to his hairline and he swallowed --- h ard had to scoop his jaw up off her porch .

  She looked amazing. Her long legs stretched out of a tiny skirt with a slit up the side, all the way to her hip. Her breasts were about to come out of the low-necked sweater she wore, and around her neck was a thin, black leather strip with no adornments. Was that a collar? His gaze raked over her again, as his fists clenched at his sides. He wasn’t sure what she was playing at, but he had to resist every urge inside not to take her against the door, right now. To give himself a break, he rested his eyes on her shoes, impossibly high, black patent-leather peep toes. Nope, that wasn’t working either. He could only imagine her wearing only those shoes, on her back, feet in the air, while he...

  “Hello, Dalton. Cat got your tongue?” Her voice was unbelievably husky. He looked at her face, which held an unsure smile. This definitely was not his Alyssa, but he had to admit, he liked this one, too.

  He cleared his throat. “You look great, Alyssa. What’s going on?” His voice actually cracked. What the fuck was this girl doing to him? She hadn’t even touched him, and he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone in his life.

  “Come in, I’ve got something to eat on the table.” She turned and walked inside, swishing her hips alluringly in her high heels.

  Candles filled the table, and Dalton smelled tantalizing aromas coming from the kitchen. He sat down, and Alyssa disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a platter of oysters on the half-shell.

  “Do you like oysters?”

  Knowing the aphrodisiac qualities inherent in the shellfish, Dalton swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Even if I didn’t, I would eat them anyway. What’s going on, Alyssa? Everything is so...” He motioned to the candles and her outfit. “Sexy.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  He looked at her, his eyes landing on the collar around her neck. “Um, Alyssa?”

  “Hmm?” she answered around an oyster.

  “Why the collar? Are we going to play those kinds of games tonight?” Even though he’d never really gotten into the dom/sub stuff, he was suddenly eager to do whatever she wanted.

  “I’m not really sure. Summer gave it to me. I wanted to show you that I’m yours, if you want me. And I thought it looked…sexy.” Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper, which suggested she might be unsure of herself, but Dalton found himself turned on --- e . E ven more.

  “Oh, it does. I was just wondering.” He ate another oyster, thoughtfully. “What are you trying to do to me?”

  She smiled coyly at him. “Anticipation makes everything sweeter, don’t you think? Just go with it.”

  “Oh, I’ve been anticipating this all week.” Willing every ounce of self-control he could muster, Dalton speared an oyster with his fork, dipped it into the cocktail sauce and let it slide down his throat. Alyssa took a spoonful of sauce, poured it onto the shell, and brought the shell up to her mouth before tipping it in. Her eyes never left Dalton’s, and he swallowed again, before reaching for another.

  The next course was steamed lobster claws. He watched as Alyssa expertly cracked the claws and retrieved the meat.

  “You’re good at getting the meat out.”

  “When I was a kid, we always went to Red Lobster for special occasions, and I would get the crab legs. Everytime. I got really good at getting the meat out of them. Lobster’s actually way easier. Here.” She leaned over the table with the piece of claw meat she had dipped in butter, and held it in front of his mouth. He opened, and she put the piece into his mouth. His teeth grazed her finger as he closed his mouth over the piece of lobster. Her eyes widened at the contact. She ran her finger over his chin to wipe off the butter that had dripped there.

  “I don’t know how many courses you have planned, but...”

  She giggled, softly, “You’re going to need to eat, Dalton. I have plans for you, tonight.”

  He stopped cracking the claw he had in front of him and stared at her. She looked at him intently, her eyes deep pools of blue, her mouth turned up at the corners, seductively. What happened to his Alyssa?

  “Excuse me?”

  “I want to be with you Dalton. Not just sex. I want to be with you. But in order to do that, I need to let go of some inhibitions. So, tonight, I’m going to let go, because there’s nobody on earth I want more than you.”

  “I want you too, Alyssa. I can’t think straight with you looking at me like that.”

  “Then stop looking at me, and eat. I worked hard on this meal. And I want to tell you about some decisions I’ve made in the past month
or so.”

  Eagerly, Dalton dug into the pile of lobster claws in front of him, ready for her revelations.

  “Part of this new aggressive me is to stand up for myself more often. I’ve made a pact with myself to do that.” She leaned over and wiped another drip of butter from his chin.

  “I’ve seen Michael, my lawyer several times. We’ve made a plan to fight for full custody of the children. The signs were just the first step in his plan. It’s a little ‘show-off-y’ for my tastes, but he seems confident they will work in my favor. There’s other stuff involved in his plan, and I need to talk to you about that, although tonight may not be the best time for that particular discussion.” Alyssa dropped the seductive act, reaching for the lobster. She broke open a claw of her own, dipping the meat into the butter before bringing it to her own lips and eating it. “These are good.” She licked her lips innocently, but the gesture captivated Dalton.

  “Why later? You’ll have to refresh my memory of everything we say tonight anyway. My mind is…elsewhere.” He was unable to tear his gaze away from her.

  “Well, Michael seems to think that with you in the picture, permanently, we may be able to get full custody of the kids.” She dropped her eyes to the plate in front of her. She looked back up at him, and he wanted to reach for her, to hold her tight.

  “Are you proposing to me?” He asked her, unable to believe they were actually on the same wave-length for once. “Isn’t that my job?”

  Her eyes were huge, azure pools. Dalton felt himself sinking into them.

  But she was back in seductive mode, licking butter off her fingertips before trailing them down the neckline of her sweater, drawing his attention to her exposed cleavage. One of her fingers ran down the inside of her neckline, showing a hint of black lace. Dalton exhaled deeply, growling a little in the back of his throat.

  “You have no idea what you are doing to me, Alyssa.” He thought maybe she did, and why. She had to know he dealt with things with sex, and she was making it so easy for him to deal with this. And he thought he might love her a little more for it.

  “I do have an idea. And you’re going to have to be patient. We still have one more course.” She rose slowly from the table, and swished her hips back into the kitchen before reappearing with a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries. “I know they are cliché, but they’re tasty, yes?”

  Placing the bowl next to Dalton, she came around the table and sat in his lap. He felt her soft ass on his erection, as she wiggled a little, and he swore under his breath. Alyssa held a strawberry in front of his mouth for him. He ate it, not taking his eyes off her face.

  She got a strawberry for herself , and wrapped her lips around the outside edges before biting into it , and sucking the juices. Some of the juice dribbled down her lips, and she stuck her tongue out to catch the drip before it reached her chin.

  “That’s it. I’ve had enough of this.” He caught her mouth i o n his, as he grabbed her around her back, pushing her breasts to him. He was frantic with need. He couldn’t focus on one thing at a time. As soon as she opened her mouth to his, he was moving on to her neck. When Alyssa tilted her head back, he was moving down to her breasts. One hand went up the tantalizingly short skirt that had ridden up almost to her crotch when she sat on his lap.

  She stiffened, and pushed him back as she stood up. “Not yet, Dalton. Are you finished eating?” She had backed up a couple of feet, to get out of his reach.

  “Yeah.” His voice was husky, deep with need. He wanted this woman. Now.

  “Then go to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me. I’ll be in in a minute.

  “What?”

  She looked at him pleadingly. “It’s part of my plan. Please?” He couldn’t say no to her. If it involved stripping, he would eventually get what he wanted. He still didn’t know what she was up to, but he figured whatever it was would be fun.

  Dalton went to Alyssa’s room and took off his clothes, laying them on a chair. He sat on the bed waiting, expectantly, wondering, yet again, what in the hell she was up to. When she came into the room, she was holding a shopping bag.

  “I need you to follow my directions, please.” Her voice was authoritative, the one she used with her students in class. He decided to follow along.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Lay down on the bed, Dalton.” He did as he was told, and Alyssa reached into the bag, pulling out a handful of scarves. His semi-erect penis twitched in anticipation.

  Alyssa carefully tied him to her iron bed. As she moved over him to complete her task, he couldn’t help reaching out his untied hand to stroke her thigh. She froze.

  “Keep your hands to yourself, Dalton. This is my time.” Reluctantly, he complied, until both of his hands and both of his feet were tied, spread-eagle to the bed. “You want a blindfold?” She asked him with a quirked eyebrow.

  “I want to watch, Alyssa. Please.”

  She thought a minute, then nodded. “Yes. Okay.”

  When he was tied, she sauntered to the stereo in the room and put on a CD. The room filled with the sounds of soft industrial music --- n . N o words, just synthesization, and a slow beat that Alyssa started moving to.

  Her moves were natural, as if the music was coming from inside of her somewhere, and creating the movement from within. Dalton exhaled slowly, as he willed his heart to stop pounding, but gave up quickly as he saw her hands move up her thighs to her panties. She rubbed herself briefly, before letting the skirt fall, and her hands continued their journey upwards to cup her breasts.

  She looked at him through partially closed eyes. “Do you like to watch me touch myself, Dalton?” He couldn’t believe she was doing this.

  “Fuck yeah.” He swallowed hard. “Yes. I do.” He could barely breathe as she slowly pulled the sweater up over her head, and reached for her breasts again, cupping them through the black lacy bra. He watched as she pinched her nipples to tiny peaks and then ran her hands down her torso, and slipping them inside her skirt. She continued her movements to the music as she pulled her hands out, and ran them down her legs, bending over to give him a peek at the backs of her impossibly long legs.

  It was like a private strip tease. He never imagined this timid woman would be capable of such eroticism, but he had always known she was sensuous. He was witnessing it with his own eyes.

  “You showed me how good I can feel, Dalton,” she said huskily, her voice deep. “Now I want to show you.”

  Dalton groaned as she slowly slipped her hands into the waistband of her skirt and slipped it down her legs, revealing a pair of black lacy panties that matched her bra. “You’re so beautiful, Alyssa.” He breathed raggedly. He wanted to touch her so badly, but he knew the game now, and awaited more of it with pleasure. “I want to touch you.”

  “Not yet...” She looked at him, momentarily unsure of herself. “Should I leave the shoes on?”

  “Yes. Please. I love the shoes.”

  “Okay. Is there anything you don’t like, Dalton?”

  “Not where you’re concerned, Alyssa. You can do anything to me, and I’ll love it.”

  “Good.” She walked over to the shopping back, and rummaged around before pulling out something that she immediately hid behind her back. “Just remember that.”

  “Is this all a part of the new, assertive Alyssa?”

  “Oh, yes. I’m going to pleasure you, Dalton. And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.” Her sultry voice, and all it promised, made Dalton’s stomach flip while his erection twitched. She crawled on the bed with him, her body so close, yet not touching him anywhere. “I want to taste you all over.”

  Dalton watched her as she kissed, nibbled, and licked his torso and shoulders before moving to his earlobe, sucking it gently. It sent shivers down his spine, and he pulled against the restraints, trying to touch her with his body, but she remained just out of reach. Then she kissed him, lustily, her tongue darting inside of his mouth, then out, around his lips, and teeth, before darting back
in. She kissed down his jaw line and lowered her body onto his. He could feel the warm smooth flesh and the rough lace of her bra and panties, and he stretched against the scarves again to press himself against her. Alyssa started moving on top of him, rubbing him with her breasts through the fabric of her bra. He could see the desire in her eyes, as her breathing grew ragged with need.

  “Please, Alyssa,” he begged.

  “What?” She stopped moving and looked at him.

  “I don’t know.” He chuckled. “I want to touch you.”

  “Are you enjoying this?” She questioned him.

  “Yes, but...”

  “Then I’ll keep doing it.”

  “I’ll come all over the place just watching you. You’re so damn sexy.”

  “Then close your eyes, silly.”

  Dalton did, and felt her move her body lower, then turn around so that when he opened his eyes, he had an exquisite view of her black lace-clad ass in his face. Try as he might, though, he couldn’t reach it. Then he heard a vibrating noise, and her mouth was on his cock.

  “Oh, shit, Alyssa.” She had a vibrating tongue ring on, and it felt so...”Oh God...So good.” That was his last comprehensible thought before he lost himself to the sensations overwhelming him. He could see her panties, inches away from his face, moving with her upper body as she drew her mouth torturously up and down his cock. He could smell her sweet muskiness, and that, coupled with the bumping bass of the music, the weight of her breasts on his stomach, and the vibrating warmth on his penis made him tighten every muscle in his body.

  He breathed raggedly, as he bucked against the warm mouth moving up and down his shaft, the vibrating pad on her tongue stroking the ridge on the top side of his cock. Dalton couldn’t breathe as he choked out her name. She lowered her head, taking him in. He felt her throat relax as she took him more fully into her warm, vibrating mouth. Dalton’s insides melted, as his groin clenched, and he couldn’t stop the spasms of pleasure as he climaxed into her mouth.