So Wrong (Heart 0f Hope Book 3) Page 11

  “Bullshit. Maybe I’m sending mixed messages here, but you’re not listening to me either. I’ve been clear that you’re the one starring in my early morning fantasies. I think you’re more beautiful than Veronica inside and out. I’m trying to be respectful to you here.”

  “And yet all you do is make me feel inept and silly.” I tugged away again.

  “You want me to fuck you, is that it?” He turned away, cursing himself as if he was upset at his outburst.

  “No. Not anymore.” I made my way to the bedroom, vowing to not let my hormones and fairy tale fantasies get the best of me anymore when it came to Dylan.

  A few minutes later, I was in a nightgown I bought thinking a wife didn’t wear cotton knit shorts and a t-shirt to bed. The plain sea-foam green sleeveless nightie wasn’t sexy, because he’d been clear he wasn’t going to include marital relations in this marriage. I should have remembered that before I dropped my knees to worship his dick.

  I brushed my teeth and when I emerged from the bathroom, Dylan was leaning against the door jamb of the bedroom.

  “The problem is me,” he admitted. “I do want you, Tessa. I think you’re an amazing woman. Smart, sweet, sexy … perfect.”

  I wished I could believe him.

  “I don’t deserve you. You should give yourself to the man who can give you more than just an orgasm. I’m afraid I’ll end up hurting you, not physically, but emotionally.”

  “I understand.” I felt like I should appreciate what he was trying to do, except that it still felt like he was dismissing my feelings and my strength. He was hurting me now, but I decided not to mention that. I just wanted to end the conversation and go to bed.

  “I’ve already hurt you, though, haven’t I?”

  “Maybe we should just let it go, Dylan. I get it. This is a fake marriage. We’re just friends. Let’s leave it at that.” I climbed onto the bed, wishing I could enjoy the amazing softness of the sheets. I picked up the little piece of chocolate set there by room service and opened the wrapper. Next best thing after sex was chocolate, right?

  He watched me from the doorway for a minute and then he entered the room. He stopped for a moment at the end of the bed and stared at me.

  Then he climbed onto the bed, crawling to my legs, he ran a hand up my thigh. “I don’t want to let it go. I feel like I should say no to you, but God help me Tessa, I want you.” He looked down at his hands as they caressed my thighs.

  I wanted to stay annoyed, but his touch was sending a zap of erotic energy straight to my core.

  “I didn’t do it right the first time,” he said quietly, as he pushed my nightgown up to expose my panties. At least those were sexy, or at least pretty. Not the plain old white cotton hipsters I usually wore.

  His gaze lifted to my face. “I want to pleasure you. I want to use my hands and mouth and send you to heaven. Will you let me?”

  Of course, I’d let him. I was already one touch away from combusting. “Are you going to stop in the middle of it?”

  His lips quirked upwards. “No. This is about me making you feel good.” His finger drew a line down the center of my panties. “You’re wet, Tessa. I want to taste you there. Can I?”

  To be honest, I couldn’t imagine a guy wanting to put his mouth on that part of a woman’s body, although I knew it was something many couples did. But my body was coiled so tight it was humming, and whatever he wanted to do to me was okay by me.

  I nodded, because I couldn’t form words.

  His fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them down. His eyes flashed as he looked at my pussy. “Looks delicious.” He tossed my panties over his shoulder. Then his hands slid over my hips, pushing my nightgown up to expose my breasts.

  “I want to see your luscious tits.” His voice was rough, like sandpaper.

  I pulled my nightgown over my head and tossed it aside.

  He knelt between my legs, his gaze raking over my body. “Don’t ever compare yourself to Veronica again, Tessa.” He looked to my face and then crawled until he was on his hands and knees over me. “Promise me.”

  I nodded.

  He dipped his head, brushing his lips over mine and groaning as he did. “Don’t do anything but feel, okay?” He whispered as his lips trailed along my jaw. “Just feel.”

  His hands and mouth made their way to my breasts, and I gasped at the pleasure that speared straight to my pussy as he sucked and pinched.

  “So responsive,” he murmured against my skin as he made his way lower, over my belly. “Open for me, baby.”

  I widened my legs, trying not to feel embarrassed that I was exposing my wet pussy to him.

  He settled his shoulders between my thighs as his eyes drank in my pussy. He looked up with a wicked smile. “You’re so wet. Tell me that’s for me.”

  “It’s for you,” I managed.

  “Hold on, baby, because I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.”

  I wasn’t sure if he meant literally or not, but just in case, my hands fisted in the sheets, as his slid under my backside, and his lips gently sucked the skin of my inner thigh.

  “Dylan,” I moaned, needing him to stop teasing me.

  “Keep doing that. Keep saying my name.” His tongue pressed against my pussy, taking a long slow drag through my folds then swirling around my clit.

  I cried out and my body arched off the bed as delicious sensation coursed through my body. I released the bedsheet and reached for him.

  “I want to feel you,” I said as my hands found his shirt.

  “This is about you, baby.”

  “Please.”

  He moved quickly, popping the buttons of his shirt as he pulled it open. He hadn’t completely redone his pants from before, so he was able to strip them off. Then he settled between my thighs again.

  “Yes,” I sighed as his warm skin brushed against mine and his mouth was on me again.

  “You taste so fucking sweet.” His fingers opened my pussy lips and his tongue thrust inside me.

  “Oh God!” My hips lifted off the bed again. They gyrated as his mouth devoured me. My pussy was throbbing. My body was on fire.

  He groaned, and the vibration of it against my pussy sent a whole new level of torturous pleasure through my body.

  “Oh God, don’t stop … don’t stop …” I was writhing as his tongue licked and thrust inside me and then he sucked on my clit.

  “Give me your pussy juice, Tessa.” His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked as his finger thrust inside me.

  My body instantly went taut as I reached the pinnacle and then shot off into the stratosphere. “Dylan!” My hips rocked against his mouth as sweet pleasure flooded my body. His mouth sucked and licked as his finger fucked me and it was amazing.

  When it was done, I felt like my bones had liquified.

  “I’ve got to fuck you, Tessa … I’m dying here.” He moved up my body and gripped my hips. “Please, tell me I can have you.”

  “Yes.” It felt like a dream come true to hear the desperate need in his voice.

  “I’m sorry baby, this might hurt.”

  My hands gripped his shoulders. “Fuck me.”

  He growled and thrust, filling me in an instant. I cried out and arched again, not in pain, but at the thrill of feeling him inside me.

  “I’m sorry … I can’t wait,” he said, pushing up on his hands. His hips began to pump, hard and fast, and it was so good. So good. Immediately, my body responded. Pleasure built again, each slide of his dick inside me pushing me up and up.

  He was panting, his hips crashing into me, physically moving me on the bed. I put my hands on the headboard to hold me in place.

  “Fuck, I’m coming …” He plunged in, his hips grinding against mine, hitting my clit and sending me off into oblivion again. “God, yes … come on me.” He withdrew and thrust in again. Warmth filled my pussy. I held on to him. I had no idea what would happen when we came out of this sexual high, so right now I’d hold on to the perfection
of this man inside me, our bodies moving in sync as one.

  16

  Dylan

  I really was trying to do the right thing. Tessa deserved a better man than me, that I knew for sure. But it killed me to think that she internalized my trying to do right by her as rejection. That I thought there was something wrong with her. When I went to the bedroom to talk to her, I had no intention of fucking her, at least not with my dick. It wasn’t about me getting off. It was about showing her how amazing I thought she was. How beautiful and sexy I found her. I wanted to give her pleasure to stop her pain.

  Her responsiveness to my touch drove me wild. The way she arched and moved to my mouth devouring her pussy made me so hard, it was a wonder I didn’t come just from that. When her pussy juice flooded my mouth, I went crazy with need. I had to get inside that sweet, hot, wet pussy or I would die.

  I shot my load deep inside her like a teenage boy having his first fuck. I was mad with it. But more than the primal instinct to mate was the soul-deep need to make her mine. As I came down from sexual high, the intensity of that need scared the shit out of me, even as it lingered and urged me to not to ignore it. I’d never felt that before. I’d loved Veronica, there was no doubt about it, but I hadn’t felt this connection to her that I seemed to have for Tessa. It was like my soul was drawn to her.

  I caught my breath and looked down on her, hoping to hell I hadn’t hurt or scared her. She didn’t look blissed out like she had the first time, but it wasn’t hurt or fear I saw on her face either. It was anticipation. Like she was waiting to see how I was going to respond. I couldn’t blame her, as the last time I’d withdrawn from her physically and emotionally before my dick had even finished pulsing inside her.

  I settled beside her, pulling her to me and pushing a tendril of her soft hair out of her face. “Are you okay?”

  She pursed her lips in annoyance. “Will you ever stop asking me that?”

  I shook my head. “No. I need to know. But let me go first, I’m fucking fantastic.”

  Her smile was so bright and beautiful it took my breath away. It was like I’d given her a gift.

  “So, let me ask you again, are you okay?”

  “I’m fucking fantastic.”

  In the back of my brain, my conscience was telling me this wasn’t smart, but done was done. I’d fucked her, and my libido was finding it hard to resist doing it again. We were married, after all. And yet, my dumbass conscience warned me that it was a fake marriage. That all the reasons I’d resisted touching her were still there.

  As if she knew what was going on in my brain, she said, “I know this isn’t forever, Dylan. I get that. But maybe we could just focus on the now. I like it when you touch me. I want you to teach me—”

  “I like to touch you, Tessa, but there isn’t any teaching.”

  She simply stared at me.

  “Good sex is about paying attention to what turns your partner on. Yes, there are different positions and things you can do, but they’re only as good as your partner enjoys them.”

  “So just laying like a lump … you like that when I do that?”

  I laughed. “I think the proof is leaking from your pussy.” I had a moment to pause on that. “Fuck, I didn’t use a condom.”

  “I went on the pill.”

  I quirked a brow. “When?”

  “When I hoped that sometime during this marriage, I might convince you to give in and sleep with me.”

  I felt relief and yet, there was something else there too. Not disappointment, because that would be nuts. I didn’t want a real marriage or more children. But I couldn’t deny thinking about how pretty Tessa would be full and round with a child, or what a spectacular mother she’d be.

  “Smart.” I kissed her because the urge was there and now I felt free to indulge it. “The point I was making before was that yes, sometimes it’s nice to be the sole purveyor of pleasure. To focus completely on you and what turns you on.”

  “Do you like it when a woman does that to you?”

  “Sure. To be honest, I’m open to just about anything.” I grinned.

  “I want to do that to you, then. I want to make real what you said you thought about when you masturbate to me.”

  I felt my dick stir, which seemed impossible since he’d come only minutes ago. “That isn’t necessary.”

  She frowned. “Do you say no to everything?”

  “I didn’t say no. I said it’s not necessary. Some women don’t like to suck dicks and I don’t want you to feel like you should.”

  “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to do it. I know we have to wait—”

  “Why?” Wait? Why did I have to wait?

  Her head tilted up to look at me. “Because men need time … don’t they?”

  “Does he look like he needs time?” I nodded toward my dick. He wasn’t full staff, but he wasn’t asleep either.

  She looked at my dick. “He’s not as big as before.”

  I laughed. “You’re killing me, here.”

  Her head jerked up. “I’m sorry—”

  “It’s okay,” I said kissing her head, finding her naïveté sweet. “He’s not at full tilt, but he’s also not his normal size. He started perking up when you mentioned wanting to suck him. He likes that idea.”

  Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Oh, right … I’ve never seen it small.”

  I choked. “Please don’t call him small. It will make him self-conscious.”

  She smiled. “Right, sorry.”

  “You could make it up to him. Maybe pet him.”

  She laughed. “I’d hate to have offended him.” She ran a finger up the length of my dick, making him jump. I felt the rush of blood indicating he was ready for another round. He thickened and lengthened.

  “See, he likes you.”

  She wrapped her hand around him. “What part is the most sensitive?” She stroked him, and I settled in to let her take control.

  “It’s all good, but the rim around the tip is especially sensitive.”

  She ran her finger along the ridge, and I sucked in a breath. My dick responded, nearing full erection.

  She shifted her body until she was kneeling beside me, her face over my dick finishing his journey to full arousal.

  I ran my hand over her backside. “If you don’t want to use your mouth, you don’t have to.”

  “I want to.” She ran her tongue over the tip, sending electric sparks up my shaft. “How do I do it?”

  “Like a lollipop.” I watched as she studied my dick in fascination. The idea that this was an exploration, an adventure for her, made the situation all the more erotic. Who knew what she’d discover?

  She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, gripping him right under the rim.

  “Fuck … yes …” I closed my eyes as another wave of the sweetest sensations rushed through my body. Most women who gave me a blow job went in full throttle, sucking him deep and fast. Tessa took her time, getting to know every inch of my dick, and he loved it.

  I let my hand leisurely stroke her back side down to between her legs where I’d tease her pussy. Her hips gyrated when I slid my finger through her opening.

  “You’re distracting me,” she said, holding my dick.

  “Sorry.” I moved my hand to her ass again. “But you know, you could straddle my face and we could both give and get pleasure.”

  Her eyes shone with intrigue. “Maybe next time.”

  “Next time?”

  “This time I want to focus on you and getting to know your dick.”

  Who was I to argue with that? “Next time then.”

  With that settled, she wrapped her lips around my cock again, and this time, she seemed to have a sense of what to do. She spent time on the tip, driving me mad until I thought I might start thrusting, and then she’d suck him deep into her mouth.

  “That’s good, baby,” I said, using my other hand to thread my fingers in her hair.

  One of her ha
nds cupped my balls as she returned her attention to my tip. I jerked, thrusting up. “Yes … fuck …”

  The tentative way she’d moved before was gone, and now she seemed to know exactly what she was doing––and holy fuck was she good at it. I pushed her hair back, wanting to watch her lips as they gripped my dick, watching my dick as it disappeared into her mouth. Pressure built. My balls pulled in, readying for me to shoot my load.

  “Tessa … I’m going to come …” I started to push her away, not wanting to repel her with a mouth full of cum.

  She tightened her grip, and began to move faster.

  “Oh Jesus …” I growled. “You need to stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.” I was panting like I’d run a marathon as I worked to keep from blowing in her mouth.

  Her head turned slightly, her gaze catching mine. In them I saw she wanted me to come in her mouth.

  I wanted her to be sure, but the time to ask had passed. As her tongue slid along my shaft inside her mouth, and then pulled up to slide along the rim, I was gone.

  “Fuuuuck …” My hips shot up, thrusting in her mouth as my orgasm blasted through me. “Don’t stop baby … God … keep sucking …”

  She gripped me with her hand, using her mouth to focus on the rim and I was in heaven as she worked my cock, wringing the last drop of cum from him.

  “Oh Jesus … Christ …” My breath was heaving as I came down.

  She sucked him until he was soft, and then she kissed the tip and moved to lay next to me.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” I asked, still feeling the effects of the orgasm shimmer through my body.

  “Never.”

  “You’re a natural.”

  She smiled. “I like making you come, Dylan. It makes me feel powerful and feminine.”

  “You’re both, baby. Jesus … is the top of my head still there?”

  She blushed a little, but I could see the praise meant a lot to her. It was praise well earned.

  “Can people really give oral at the same time?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I’d be too distracted.”

  “That does happen. But I won’t be distracted when it’s your turn.” I tugged at her until she was laying on me. “So why don’t you straddle my face and let me make you come again?”