by Lucia Jordan
Her clothes had never fallen off so fast. She was in a sensual daze, lost in his taste and heat. By the time he’d peeled off the last of her clothes, leaving her in her nude-colored lace bra and panties, she was shivering with excitement.
“Let me,” she said huskily, reaching for his shirt and working the buttons free with fingers that felt surprisingly steady. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and to the floor. Their lips locked again like they were drawn by magnet, and she could hear his breathing rasping in her ear. Knowing how much he wanted her made her bolder, more determined.
Suddenly, she shoved him down on the bed.
He was chuckling, laying half-back as she bent over his body, her hands reaching for his belt buckle. “I knew you’d be fire,” he husked, before his head tipped back when she freed his cock from inside his silk boxers.
Carly drew in a sharp breath as she gazed down at his impressive girth, wrapping her fingers around him in wonder. Who would have imagined she’d strike this lucky? He was ready, throbbing for her. Without hesitation, she dipped her head and covered his broad tip in her mouth.
“Yes, baby,” he growled, cupping her head as with her tongue, she traced the outline of his purple-tinted cap. Using firm, passionate strokes, she masturbated him, sucking hard on his slit to devour every drop of precum that landed on her lips.
Though his fingers in her hair guided her movements, Carla told herself she was in control. She began to close her lips down on his hard, pulsating shaft till inch by inch, she took him down her throat. She was barely halfway before she felt his tip jab at her tonsils. Picking up a rhythm, she bobbed up and down on him, coating him with saliva as she sucked him with ravenous pleasure.
Carla loved the sounds that rumbled from his throat, it made her glad that she knew how to please him. She felt sure she’d gladly suck his cock all night, but he had other plans. With a deep growl, he finally drew her head up and kissed her lingeringly.
“You’ll drive me crazy if I let you,” he said with a soft chuckle against her lips. He switched positions so that she was beneath him. He stared down searchingly into her face for some moments, and Carla almost felt like squirming. “You are so lovely. I could stare into your beautiful eyes for ages. Rick must be a fool, Carla. And maybe I ought to teach him a lesson, hmm?”
Carla wasn’t sure what he meant by that; was he going to give Rick the sack? She felt like giggling to think that could happen, that Jason would do that just for her. Even as the very idea warmed through her, she heard herself say deeply, “Like you told me Jason, he’s not worth it. He’s nothing to me – and I’d rather we stopped talking about him so I - we - can get back to the screwing each other’s brains out part.”
Her words made him chuckle deeply, and he clasped both her hands, hitching them up beside her head. He began to trail hot kisses down her neck to her thrusting breasts. He nudged the lace cup aside so he could pull one nipple into his mouth. Her body arched into him as he suckled and licked on the rock-hard nub, sending waves of shock through her. His lips felt so good on her breast as his teeth nipped gently and roughly in turn. Deep inside her core, she felt the fountain rise as her panties soaked itself with her juices.
“My God…Jason,” she moaned aloud, as he shifted to the other breast to assault that nipple with even more sensual fervor. She felt the insides of her belly coil round and round in a taut knot, ready to unravel with the most powerful detonation. It seemed almost impossible to believe, but just with his mouth teasing and raking over her breast, she was about to come. She’d read of breast orgasms, but she’d never ever dreamed she’d experience it firsthand.
Her fingers clenched his even more tightly as in moments, every nerve ending in her body connected in a blissful matrix. She shuddered as her release rocked her whole body right from the point where his mouth stayed attached to her breast.
Hot damn it felt good!
Jason’s head lifted up only when the last tremor had passed, and when he glanced up at her, he saw a new wonder in her eyes.
“You liked that?” he asked softly, with eyes blazing black and hot. She nodded speechlessly, her body feeling weightless yet wanting. “Good…then I’m sure you’ll love this…”
“This” was to slide his lips lower, releasing her hands so he could hook his fingers into her panties, drawing them down her hips. Soon they were off her ankles and then discarded. He pushed her legs wide apart, and then buried his face deep in her pussy.
Carla squealed. The first shock of his hot tongue on her saturated folds was enough to send spasms straight through her. Will she never stop convulsing? She’d never experienced a man so skilful in giving pleasure; he snagged her soft pussy lips between his teeth; he flicked past the hood to banter the pink hot flesh beneath. She moaned his name over and over, her fingers lost in his hair.
It felt amazing.
And it got even better. His fingers slipped close, teasing her mound with masterful strokes. He thumbed her aching clit, bringing her to new heights of arousal. Then, without preamble, he shoved into her with two fingers wedging deep into her vaginal walls. She almost fainted from the pleasure.
“You are amazing,” he breathed, licking up the nectar that all but dribbled from her core. “Your taste, your smell…your feel. It’s like I’ve found a treasure cove.”
“I can’t bear it anymore, Jason,” she moaned, gripping his head and tugging him up to her. “Please, I need your cock inside me. That’s the only thing that can stop me from going insane right now.”
“I know what you mean,” he growled in reply, pressing one hot, hard kiss on her lips and transmitting the heady scent of her sex straight into her mouth. “I need you too, Carla. So much I’m about to explode.”
Her senses spun at his words, and she lay back in a haze as he tore off his pants and underwear. She spread her legs wide in welcome, half-lifting off the sheets so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders. He settled within her thighs, and she felt the nudge of his maleness against her slit. Instinctively, she jerked up her hips, and met him midway. They both groaned as he sunk deep into her waiting cavern.
Chapter Four
It was the perfect rhythm; they moved together like they’d danced this way a thousand times before. And oh, they fit like two pieces of a jigsaw. With every stroke of his powerful cock inside her, Carla was jolted into bliss. Her fingers clutched and then raked his back, making him groan as he buried his face in her neck. He sucked hard on her scented skin, and she shuddered as her heart pumped even faster.
He was in deep, so deep. He overwhelmed her with his heat, his strength and his virility. She wanted more, and more!
He didn’t demur when she pressed upon him and pushed him on his back. His chest heaved as she straddled him, planting her feet on either side of his body. Crouched above him, she lowered herself with excruciating slowness upon his pole-straight shaft. Gasps of pleasured echoed from them both when she settled fully upon him, his cock planted inside her to the hilt.
Balancing her hands upon his chest, she began to move. Faster and faster she bounced, her moans inching louder each time she rebounded from his groin. His large hands cupped her ass firmly, lending his strength to her agility. He squeezed hard on the soft orbs, his fingers digging into her flesh as his hips lifted again and again to meet hers.
“Damn you’re magic,” he rasped, gazing up at him with eyes darkened with hot, hard lust. “So tight, so sweet. Just perfect.”
“So are you,” came her breathy response, as she felt his cock slide deeper into her core than ever. At this angle, he had the most incredible range, and was able to storm straight up to her cervix as he surged up to meet her bouncing ass. She felt so much power knowing that her pussy could cling so tight to him and make him groan deeply. She ramped up the pace, pushing her weight off her feet as she sprung up and down on him. Any second now, she knew, he would smash into the same wave that was cascading upon her even then…
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Carla though
t it was so fabulous that they ending up climaxing together, in a simultaneous rush of passionate release. She fell atop him in a jelly-like heap, his fingers fisting her hair and turning her lips to meet his. They kissed lingeringly, already like old lovers. Carla couldn’t help giving a silent thanks to Rick for breaking up with her – if not, she’d never have had the chance to enjoy the best sex of her life…
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BONUS STORY!
‘BOUNDS OF PASSION’
(Book 1 of ‘Bound Series’)
Chapter One
Lydia could feel the man beneath her weakening and he was silently mouthing at her to stop – wait, to give him a minute, but she couldn’t – not when she was so close to her own climax. Just five more minutes and she would come, please don’t make it stop she thought as she squeezed her thighs tighter around him – she could feel the man’s cock twitching and threatening to spill inside her.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she snarled from above him. She flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder and bared her teeth. “I’m so fucking close, don’t you even-” but her words came too late as Andy moaned and grabbed her hips as his orgasm came. Irritated, Lydia batted his hands away and dismounted him even before he had finished ejaculating.
“You fucking idiot,” she said, throwing her silk kimono on as she slipped off the bed. “You selfish fucking twat,” and fuming she stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door on her lover.
In the privacy of the en suite, Lydia fell to the floor and leaned against the sink and let her own fingers explore herself. She was wet with semen and her own juices, and she lubed up her clitoris expertly. Using the tiniest pressure and slick rhythm, she brought herself off in the bathroom, making no effort to disguise her orgasmic cries. Let him hear. It was his own fault he couldn’t bring her off. None of them could… they all finished too soon.
Lydia slumped against the sink and sighed as her pleasure died. As always when she pleasured herself, it was short lived but powerful. She considered going back in and telling Andy to ready himself for another round, but as she exited the en suite, her short and slightly portly lover had his clothes on and was making for the door. He stopped as she came out in her unfastened kimono and rolled her eyes.
“You can’t speak to me like that,” he said quietly. “I’ve had enough, Lyd. See you around,” and he went out, down the steps and out of the front door. Lydia heard the lock click as the door shut and she sat down wearily on the bed.
“What’s wrong with me?” she said out loud. No one answered, and she slept alone that night.
*
“So he left, that’s it, really,” Lydia explained to her friend Carol through a mouthful of apple pie. “Good riddance, really.”
“Jesus, Lyds, you get through more men!” Carol grinned over her coffee. They were at their favourite coffee shop after a mornings shopping and bitching. Lydia had just told the story of Andy’s departure, not leaving out any juicy details. Why should she? She and Carol were best friends since high school, and there was no shame in admitting that her lover hadn’t had it in him to get her off.
“They’re all shit,” Lydia replied. “Find me a man, Carol. One who won’t fucking spunk all over the bed sheets before I’ve even started to enjoy myself.”
“If I find him, I’m having him first,” Carol laughed. “Maybe you need to try something different,” she suggested. “Are you still just doing vanilla sex?”
“Depends what you mean,” Lydia said. “I’ve used handcuffs and dildos and stuff before.”
“I’m talking really hardcore. You know, whips, chains, bondage, BDSM,” Carol stirred her drink wistfully. “You remember Ben? He was into all that. I had some orgasms, I can tell you.”
“So how do you get into that stuff?” Lydia pushed her plate away. “Are there clubs and stuff?”
“They generally don’t admit newbies like you or me… Why not go on a site and ask for a fuck-buddy? Someone who can show you the ropes, so to speak?”
“I hate internet dating.”
“This is more like internet fucking,” Carol laughed. “Come on, I know you went on that swingers site once.”
“Which was a total disaster,” Lydia grinned. “He brought his wife with him, which I totally didn’t expect, so I had to get rid of them both before someone saw!” she roared with laughter.
“So did you fuck them?”
“That’d be telling.”
“I bet you did, you slut!”
“If I’m a slut, then I got it from you,” Lydia smirked. “Oh, god, Carol has it really come to this? BDSM? Should I buy a leather catsuit?”
“Ask your fuck-buddy,” Carol drained her coffee. “He might have some recommendations.”
The two friends parted company and the conversation left Lydia wondering. She was a prolific sex-seeker, but Carol was right… She was a vanilla woman at the end of the day. She imagined being tied up and whipped with a stick, but it didn’t seem to be turning her on. Maybe she did need someone to introduce her into this new world, someone who could teach her and show her how it was done. She raced to the bus and got straight onto her smartphone to check out the sites. She had to shield her phone from the other passengers, and when she got home, she had joined ‘BDSM Life Online’, placed an advert for a ‘partner’ and had listed her credentials.
As she cooked her dinner she kept refreshing the connection on the phone, eager to see if anyone had yet replied to her ad. There was a tingling in her stomach as her anxiety increased. She was still unsure if she would reply even is she did get a message. She kept checking but drew nothing but a blank screen and eventually she just gave up.
There were no replies that night, and Lydia went to sleep in her clean white bed feeling ever so slightly disappointed.
Chapter Two
Lydia woke early and began her usual morning routine. She went for a light jog, showered, got ready for work and ate her breakfast. As she sat at the table she kept thinking of the dream she had that night. It had been both a little frightening and slightly erotic. She remembered vaguely that a dark, handsome and mysterious man had kidnapped her and taken her to a huge room in some strange building.
She had been blindfolded and tied to a chair however the more she tried to recall what had happened next, the more hazy it got. This train of thought reminded her of the ad she had placed the previous day and she stared at the screen excitedly as she switched on her phone.
There was one single message and she put her glasses on to read it.
Dear Lydia,
My name is Jack Riding. I am a professional, lifestyle dominant male, and I was interested to read your advertisement.
I specialise in introducing newbies and vanilla lifestyles to our darker, forbidden world. I refuse to switch to a submissive role, something people often find difficult to deal with; I hope you are more understanding.
If you wish to discuss a potential partnership, please meet me at the Coffee Shop Corner at noon. I am there most days. I will be wearing a pair of blue glasses – they are quite distinctive.
Looking forward to our potential relationship,
Jack Riding.
Lydia took a deep breath and read the email several times. It was an internet dating nightmare all over again. Meet me here; I’ll be wearing that. Typical. She closed her phone down and lay staring at the ceiling, tempted to ignore the message and carry on hunting for that pleasure-giver in the flesh. Then the words of Carol floated back into her mind.
“I am too vanilla,” she said to herself. “Fuck it, I’ll go. If he’s not what I’m looking for I can always leave – pretend I never saw him. After all, he doesn’t know what I look like,” she threw back the covers and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. She tilted her dark head on one side as she assessed her body.
She was a short woman, and had worked hard to maintain a slender physique. She kept her hair long to make herself look taller, and wore clothes that accentuated her breasts �
�� in her opinion, they were her best asset. She smiled. She would blow him away, whoever he was.
Lydia picked out a pair of her skinny jeans and a logo-splattered t-shirt. She had no intention of ‘trying too hard’, and the twenty-six year old knew that formal clothes would age her, so she dressed casually. The time was right and she went out, walking with her head held high and her conscience clear. She was Lydia Westwood and she was unstoppable.
“Can I get a latte and a muffin, please?” she waited at the counter and scanned the seated customers. No one with blue glasses was in, but then she was a little early. Taking her order, she chose a seat in the window and watched the passers-by.
I wonder how many of them have had a proper orgasm? She thought as she watched the woman trit-trotting past her in their heels. And how many of these men are capable of giving me one? She looked at the suits, t-shirts and vests as they patrolled past, with bags or carriers or envelopes. They were all headed somewhere, why wasn’t she?
“Lydia Westwood?” a deep, accented voice came from above her. She looked up, surprised that she hadn’t noticed anyone approach, and her grey eyes locked onto a tall, suited man’s big set of blue ones. He was wearing electric blue spectacles and had the nicest shade of blonde hair Lydia had ever seen on a man. He was smiling in a bemused kind of way and carrying two lattes to go.
“Yes, hello,” she started to rise to shake his hand and instead of shaking it, the man helped her to her feet.
“Get your bag, let’s go,” he indicated the take-away coffees, and Lydia was too surprised to say ‘no’. She grabbed her things and followed him out of the shop and stood as he hailed a cab.
“Jack Riding?” she asked, still unsure.
“Who else would it be?” he grinned as a cab pulled up. He held the door open. “Ladies’ first,” he said and got in after her. The cab pulled off and Jack gave an address in central London.