by Kara Liane
Chapter 4: According to You
Caylan
Alexi entered the bedroom and our eyes locked. I sat naked on the bed, fidgeting and anticipating what was to come. My breasts were swollen and aching. My pussy clenched at the mere sight of him, and I could feel a shifting within my body as liquid pooled between my legs. He snapped his fingers and pointed down to the floor. Instinctively I knew to immediately kneel at his feet. He was fresh from the shower and still wrapped in a towel. That white terry cloth draped casually around his hips did things to me. It stirred something in me with a fierce, gripping need.
I could smell his yearning, and practically feel the heat radiating off of him. In addition to the smell of lust and heat, he had an earthy undertone—quite masculine in fact. This manly fragrance filled my nostrils, and I inhaled deeply letting it seep into my mind, body, and soul. I wanted his scent bottled and branded in my head, pores, and senses. God, this man is a sight to behold. So virile, sexy, and potent. I knew he could do things to my body that I never even dreamed of. Looking down the length of his torso and resting my eyes on the towel again, sure enough he had an erection straining against the cloth. It was just begging to be unleashed.
I licked my lips and couldn’t help but expel a moan. His shoulders are so broad, his skin so tanned. I love the hard planes of his chest, his chiseled features, and the rock solid abs that I could bounce a quarter off of. His thighs get me though, especially the way they flex and move under the material. He is a man of steel, and I knew his body could take me whenever—however—and wherever it wanted. I am a slave to his body and commanding ways. The power he holds is captivating, and my lady juices continued to leak from my cunt.
He pulled something from behind his back, and I can see now that it is a silk cord. He walked toward me, stalking me. He is purposely dragging this out so that I am even more needy, breathless, and at his mercy. He methodically and expertly binds my hands behind my back with that pink, silk cord. He chose pink for me because not only does it happen to be my favorite color, but he tells me it reminds him of the sweet petals of my pussy. He looked at me and I knew what his wishes were immediately.
Since I can’t use my hands, I will have to use my mouth for everything, and fulfill all his desires. He may think that binding me is his gift that he can later unwrap, but this is truly a present for me. I peel back the towel with my teeth, and it falls to the floor. His granite-hard cock springs free, and I stare at it amazed by its massive size. I lightly flick my tongue over his swollen head, and caress it with gentle butterfly kisses.
I hear him groan, and I smile and stare up at him so he can see my satisfied reaction as well. Earlier in the evening, he had inserted a butt plug into me before his shower. This was his way of preparing me and stretching me for his cock. So the feeling of fullness in my behind is ramping up my enthusiasm even more. I pleasure his tip thoroughly with my lips, teeth, and tongue. I start licking and sucking the blunt head more vigorously because I knew it drove him insane. I like to bring him just about to the brink where he will almost lose control. I nibble one more time at the head a little playfully. I look up into his eyes and bat my eyelashes in a coy gesture.
He’s growing more and more frustrated with my teasing, and I can sense his longing and yearning for my hot mouth to consume him wholly. I knew he wanted me to sheath him completely and take him to that special place only I can seem to take him to. My mouth is so small and tight just like my pussy. He loves it and craves it. I feel like a wanton creature starved for his manly essence.
The teasing will soon have to end because I’m too turned on myself. I lick each ball and then lick my lips. Mmm. He tastes so good and smells so good. I quietly moan, and I can hear his intake of breath. There are no words that need to be exchanged right now. When he is like this with me, he is the one that I think feels vulnerable—not me. In this moment of suspended time, all my insecurities and apprehensions seem to disappear.
He pre-cums, and I capture the beads of liquid in my mouth, and swallow graciously. I love when he shows me how much he wants me and my mouth to bring him this immense pleasure. His eyes bore into me, and I gulp because I know that look. He’s so ready to fuck my mouth hard. That tightly wound coil has finally snapped inside him, and I know I’m in for it.
He laces his fingers through my hair getting a firm grip, and holds me tight. I feel my pussy contract even more—if that’s even remotely possible. My clit is throbbing and screaming at me for stimulation. But this is about him, and I can’t move my hands or grind on him in any way for relief. I feel a spasm ripple through my ass as I clench the plug. I am bracing myself for his assault on my mouth. He grasps his cock in his big, strong hand, and pumps it a few times to show me how big and hard he is. All I can do is stare and lick my lips knowing I’ll take whatever he has to give. This is the most sensual, beautiful show he can offer me. And I’ll do anything willingly.
My eyes say what my lips do not, I am yours to command, and control, and please you!
He grabs my head and I wait for his direction. He slaps my lips with his cock, which is the signal for me to open wide. I welcome his cock and moan as he’s about to ram forward. I know he can feel my hot breath on him. He’s quivering now. He sinks deeply into the recesses of my mouth as my slick lips, cheeks, and tongue envelop him perfectly. I finally surround him and keep my teeth back, so it’s that perfect synchronicity—it’s an erotic dance of the in-and-out motion.
I let him rock into me because he’s so on edge and needy with desire, and lust. He thrusts forward—hard—almost knocking me back. But his grip is firm on my head to keep me in place. He moves forward to the back of my throat, and his balls slam against my chin. My nose is pressed against him and buried against the root of his cock. His short, dark hairs tickle my face. I can smell his manly, earthy scent so easily this way, and it’s like coming home. His smell is mouthwatering, and his taste is pure ecstasy. As I said, I wish I could bottle his godliness; I would be a rich woman if I did. His smell is a mixture of soap and primal male at the juncture of his thighs.
I let him repeatedly fuck my mouth, almost to the point where I can’t breathe. I’m hovering on that fine line of pleasure and pain, but I let him take me there. I can sense he’s close to the breaking point once again. I can feel his balls tightening and pulling up. But he just pulls out.
Finally breaking his silence he says, “Suck my balls,” in that gravely, sandpaper voice I love so much.
I take the heavy sac in my mouth and nibble. He’s pumping his cock in his hand, and I’m transfixed by the sight. He turns around after a minute.
“Lick the seam of my ass,” he requests in a strained tone.
My tongue rims the entrance, and then I gently dip my tongue in to his hole. I playfully bite his ass cheeks while I’m back there. He keeps pumping harder and faster, and groans with absolute abandon. The tissues of my pussy are so swollen and dripping wet, that I’m ready to burst at the slightest touch. My breasts are so heavy, and my nipples are so puckered they hurt. He knows I’m close too. There’s no way he doesn’t smell the scent of my sex hanging in the air.
He won’t let me come yet until he has his way. He turns back around and starts to milk the head of his dick with his fingers. I start to drink from the tip like a crazed woman. I let it melt in my mouth and slide down my throat. He pulls the tip out from my lips and continues vigorously pumping, until finally he’s squirting hot bursts of his cum that land in thick ropes on my tits. My breasts are glistening with the very essence of his being. We both groan in pleasure at the sight before us. It is evidence of his power over me. I love the feeling of his cum dripping down my taught body. I can tell he loves coming on me because he’s marking his territory. Only in this way do I fully know that I’m his, and only his to play with.
I’m on fire with need. I have reached my limit, and he knows it when he stares into the deep pools of my eyes. He picks me up from the floor and tosses me on the bed. He unties my wrists fr
om behind my back, but then pulls my arms up over my head. He secures me to the bed frame with little effort. He looks into my eyes, and I recognize that he’s going to slam into me. It’s just one deep thrust as he plunges to the hilt. I scream. I’m so wet he never needs lubricant for my cunt. It’s decadent, and heaven and hell, all at the same time.
He’s still semi-erect from our other sexcapades, so I squeeze my pussy around him determined to get his huge cock rock hard again. He rolls my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He leans down and kisses my lips while sucking at my tongue. Our tongues are dueling in each other’s mouths, and he captures my moans and groans of pleasure.
He knows I’m like a rubber band being stretched tighter and tighter. I’m about to snap. He wants to take mercy on me and let me come—only when he says though, it’s always at his command. He flips me over and gently twists the plug embedded in my ass, and I shudder. He slowly works the plug out, and I almost have the big O on the spot. He slaps my ass, and it’s my cue to get on all fours. He spreads some lube in my ass, and I take a deep breath absorbing everything around me. He buts up against my asshole and gently eases his way in, trying to get the tight ring to accept him.
At first there’s resistance, even though I had the plug inside for a while. He grunts and I relax, melting into the bed. He pushes in farther and I adjust to his size, as I continue to stretch over his hardness to fully accommodate his mouth-watering erection. Now he’s all the way in—balls deep—and starts to move. He has a good pace and rhythm going. My tissues squeeze and hug his dick perfectly, never wanting to let go. He reaches around and rubs my clit, and the rubber band is about to break. I can tell he’s close too.
Finally he thrusts harder and then tells me those sweet words I want to hear, “Come for me Angel.”
That’s it!
I explode as the most intense orgasm rips me apart, and dots dance before my vision. There is always that lightning intensity radiating out from my body in all directions as I lose it for him. He tenses and finds his own release. I can feel him spilling into me, filling my ass. The hot liquid seeps out running down my legs, and all over the sheets. He’s still in me but kisses my shoulder blade, and I know he’s pleased with me. We both sink down in the bed—spent, sated, and happy. After what feels like hours, when in reality it is probably only minutes, he carries me into the bathroom and places me in a bubbly, warm bath. He must have gotten up while I was blissed-out and prepared it for me. I feel pampered and treasured and don’t want to wake from this dream.
Oh God…don’t let it be a dream!
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I wake with a start. It is just after midnight. The sheets are wet from my sweat, and I’m soaked between my legs.
Wow, it was only a dream.
I can’t help but feel melancholy for not only my lack of rest, but also for the way this man is haunting my thoughts. I can’t get those eyes out of my head. It is so unfair to keep torturing myself and replaying the scene in that breakroom all over again. That scene eventually led to more racy thoughts; which eventually led to my conscious taking a vacation to pleasure land, and throwing caution to the wind.
I sigh heavily in the dark. It was only going on the fourth day for goodness sakes since I met him, and I only spent mere minutes with the man! But I keep thinking about Dr. Graham. Mmm, Dr. Hotness. I mean, Dr. Alexi Graham. Wow! I need to stop reducing this doctor to just sex. But he is the most, dare I say, beautiful person I have ever seen? It’s not just the looks though, I swear I felt his soul when he talked to me and when he touched me.
Ugh! Why did I not stay? Why didn’t I run straight back into his arms?
He felt so good holding me. The pathetic part of me feels that he was just being nice because he is a doctor. But the other part of me recognized the man in him, and the need he had to connect with me on some level. Ha ha. What am I saying? I am some little plain-Jane who still ridiculously carries my V-card, and lives with my parents. I feel like I’m the last twenty-two-year-old virgin on the planet!
Dreaming about him isn’t going to get me anywhere, but at least in my dreams I am safe and satisfied. The dreams were so vivid and even though I had no experience in this arena, I still have an active imagination. Let’s just say I read a lot of erotic romance novels. Hey, a girl’s got to satisfy her curiosity right? I decided to nod back off to sleep and let my brain escape back into the tub scene—where I had some unfinished business to attend to.
Chapter 5: Bedside Manner
Caylan
The next day I was still feeling the effects from last night’s nocturnal stirrings. Despite it being a beautiful Monday afternoon, I had to keep mentally smacking myself for the various thoughts swirling around in my head. I had to get my mind to a more ladylike place and was willing myself to do so, especially since I was on the way to the hospital with my parents to visit my brother, Brenneth.
Brenneth, or Brent, as I affectionately dubbed him since I was in pig tails, was my hero in many ways. He is the older brother everyone always wanted. Star athlete in high school, who upon graduation went right into the military, and currently serves as a Technical Sergeant in the United States Air Force. He's eleven years older than me, and quite protective. All the years on countless deployments have taken a toll on him. His latest surgery, from a previous injury in Afghanistan, has landed him this current hospital stay.
My brother is stationed in New Jersey, and my parents and I moved to the East Coast from our childhood home in Texas less than a year ago. We have been on an emotional roller coaster ride. I'm not talking about the conventional up and down rides. No, this was the kind of ride with the loops, and one that reverses too. I long to go back to Texas, but I can’t ever go back there…it’s just too painful.
All those who meet me are usually surprised to find out we’re from the south. I think they expect spurs and rope to be strapped to us. But sorry to disappoint. I do not have an accent or southern twang like it is depicted in the movies. I don’t say “y’all” and wear a cowgirl hat and boots. My family and I don’t even talk slow.
I guess being from the city of Austin, we were considered a more modern family. My mom and dad have some southern charm and mannerisms to them, but Brent and I are city slickers it would seem. We’re not “country” by any means. Take it or leave it, I guess. Once in a great moon, a little bit of my sassy side comes out, but for the most part I think I’m a caring, compassionate, friendly woman. I try to always be polite, and would say I’m an optimistic person. My mom always tells me I have an old soul, and I’m insightful for my age.
My brother may have been popular in high school, but I sure wasn’t. Guys did pay attention to me, but I suspected that it was for the wrong reasons. I was jealous of Brent because in addition to his good looks and popularity, he got good grades too. Our only likeness, as far as high school years, was the good grades. I consider myself an average looking girl with determination, intelligence, and a creative side. I love to read, write, and doodle on any paper for fun. All things whimsical I just adore. I love nature, and find myself loving on every creature that comes my way.
Sports were not my thing, and I never had any hobbies that required much physical activity. Once in a while, my parents would take me bowling. Otherwise, we just watched family movies together when I wasn’t studying. We only had one car, so I didn’t go many places or do much else. I didn’t date, and I didn’t do the normal young twenties thing of clubs, bars, or whatever else.
After a few minutes of my head in the clouds, I could see my dad in the rearview mirror glancing at me in the backseat every so often. I know my parents could tell something was up with me today. So I just sighed and continued to stare out into the passing traffic. Over the past sixteen months since my life was upended, I had become more quiet and guarded. But I hope they understand that I don't want to be like that. It’s just who I am now. I just don’t want to get hurt again, and I recognize the need to protect myself—protect my heart especially.
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nbsp; I am excited to see my brother again, though. This is much needed, precious time. He works so much so as guilty as I feel for what he is going through, the selfish part of me can't help but be grateful for the break that this has afforded us all. However, I am plagued with guilt for breaking down at the hospital last week around my family and Alexi. It just deeply wounds me to see my brother go under the knife again and endure all this. I was literally brought to tears because I was so overcome with emotion. It has been a while since I had a crying jag, so I guess I was overdue. I’m sure Alexi thinks I’m a total basket case now for witnessing a full-on breakdown. My parents get it though, and I’m thankful for that.
My brother deserves me to be strong so he doesn’t try and carry the stress for me, in addition to himself. He tends to worry too much about me, and he’s keen on picking up when I’m in distress. But I guess that’s why big brothers are meant to be protectors. I wish he would find someone to settle down with because I hate that he goes through all this alone. He’s the best person I know, and I idolize him for serving our country.
Sadly, if he knew what happened to me in Texas, I know he would have been discharged for going after…. No! I’m not going to say his name. I promised myself that I would forget what happened. Moving to Philadelphia was supposed to be a fresh start, and I will keep repeating that to myself for as long as it takes.
After a few minutes, we pull into the hospital parking lot and my dad tries to find a spot. I reign in my sour mood and practice smiling to put on the much needed show for Brent. As we head into the hospital and down the same corridor that houses the breakroom I met Alexi in, I am hit with all those same emotions. They come flooding back to me, and I am bulldozed over by the overwhelming need to want to find him. I have never been so completely drawn to a person. I seek his strength, warmth, and protection. I admit to myself that that’s what it is! I felt protected for once by someone other than my parents and brother. It feels good to confess that I was able to feel something like that again, with a man.