Текст книги "What Caroline Wants"
Автор книги: Amanda Abbott
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WHAT CAROLINE WANTS
Pushing the Boundaries:
Book One
AMANDA ABBOTT
Caroline and Jason Stratton have always been hot for each other. Married right out of college, they’ve had a great sex life. But when they discover that their best friends and neighbors, Piper and Michael Collins, have experimented with a few extracurricular adventures during their ten year marriage, Caroline and Jace’s sexual world is rocked.
The Strattons quickly find that inviting others into their bedroom might be something they want to explore. But getting Caroline to reconcile her Southern guilt is another matter altogether. So they decide to take it deliciously slow, exploring every avenue.
Their adventures lead them to Emma and Pete, and after a fun, sexy dinner date out, and an incredibly hot car ride home, they’re in. But once they decide to scale that mountain, all bets are off. In the end, Caroline must make a decision—and it’s one she’ll have to live with forever.
*This book is ridiculously sexy, filled with high-octane moments between the couple as they figure out what makes them tick. The book contains: explicit sex, voyeurism, and light couple swap. **There is no cheating in any of my books, everything is consensual between all participants.
WHAT CAROLINE WANTS
Pushing the Boundaries: Book One
Copyright © 2015 Amanda Abbott
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
ISBN: 978-0-9903928-4-2
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“What if we just try it once?” Jason Stratton dipped his razor into the sink and grinned into the mirror. “If we don’t like it, we can chalk it up as a learning experience and move on.”
“You don’t just move on from having sex with your neighbors,” Caroline stated from her spot by the bathroom door. Her shoulder was casually braced against the jamb, her arms loosely crossed as she watched her husband, clad only in a crisp white towel, shave. “That doesn’t happen. And I know you’re just trying to mess with me, Jace, but I shouldn’t have to tell you that even considering that idea for more than one millisecond is completely insane.”
Jace brought the razor up and tracked a line down his cheek. “I don’t think it’s all that crazy. I get why people do it. You heard Michael as clearly as I did last night. He and Piper are in it for the raw sexual pleasure. They also told us there are strict rules you have to adhere to, and Piper said no emotional ties are allowed.”
Caroline snorted, unfolding her arms as she turned and padded back into the bedroom. “Yeah, right,” she threw over her shoulder as she snatched up an errant shirt and tossed it into a nearby basket. “Emotions are the only reason anyone would do a thing like that. Inviting others into your bedroom is not something you walk away from unscathed. It’s the kind of thing that changes lives forever—and you know I’m right!”
The night before, during a typical BBQ-turned-late-night-drinking party in their backyard with their neighbors, and best friends of the past five years, Michael and Piper Collins, the tipsy talk had turned from casual banter and had entered uncharted territory. Michael and Piper admitted to having had a few extracurricular experiences during their nearly ten years of marriage.
Caroline had been utterly shocked. She couldn’t believe Piper had never mentioned one thing about it, and she had essentially shut down after the confession. But Jace had probed them for more than an hour for details, which they’d given freely.
Once they’d left, Caroline and Jace had the best sex they’d had in the last two years.
It had been wild, uninhibited, and totally hot. Caroline was still reeling from the intensity of it, her toes curling into the plush carpeting as she took a seat on the edge of their bed. When a very tangible image of last night’s lovemaking flooded through her—her husband entering her hard and fast—it sent a batch of tingles racing up her spine. But unlike her bold, seemingly unfazed-by-anything husband, it had taken Caroline years to get to this point in their marriage—a point where she felt free enough to let go of her inhibitions during sex.
Through no fault of her own, she’d been raised in the belly of South Carolina like a proper Southern belle. And, if asked, she’d fully admit she’d been unwilling to experiment at the beginning of their relationship. She’d been absolutely fearful that she would break some kind of unspoken code of behavior if she actually enjoyed sex. But her patient, charismatic Midwestern husband had continued to coax her into trying new things, and over the years she had slowly loosened up in the bedroom and learned to parcel away that “I’m going straight to hell” moment that always crept up on her the morning after they did something dirty.
If she was completely honest with herself, once she’d experienced her first orgasm, her sexual awareness had exploded like a fire hydrant on a hot June day.
Since then, she’d opened to trying a variety of things—things she’d never thought in a million years she’d be okay with. Her handsome, rugged husband was responsible for all of that. He made her feel safe and happy.
He was the love of her life.
And now he wanted to do something crazy that could rock their perfect world forever.
Caroline stood and headed back to the bathroom, where she leaned against the doorjamb. Jace grinned at her reflection in the mirror as he finished shaving, whisking his razor in the sink in between strokes.
“You’re impossible,” she told him. “A scamp with no morals whatsoever.”
“I have plenty of morals, but they have nothing to do with this particular scenario,” he replied with a wink. “You know how I feel about sex, Care. Sex is not love. You just have to choose pleasure over guilt. If you did that, this could be a gold mine of sexual happiness for us.” He smiled at her like a fool.
She crossed her arms. “A gold mine? Sounds more like a minefield of unhappiness to me. And since you’re continuing to push this agenda, is this your way of telling me that you could share me so easily? Because the thought of sharing you makes my stomach ache and bile rise in my throat.”
Jace caught her expression in the mirror and dropped his razor into the sink. He turned, tugging the towel from his waist, using it to wipe away the rest of the shaving cream as he strode forward.
Caroline tried to turn away, but her husband caught her wrists, pulling her close, encircling her waist, and hugging her tightly to his chest before she could move. “Of course I couldn’t share you easily,” he murmured near her ear, kissing her neck the way she liked. She braced her hands against his shoulders and pressed back, letting him know his advances weren’t entirely welcome. “Caroline, you dazzle me every time I look at you. From the very first moment I ever laid eyes on you, I was hooked. Nothing’s going to change that. Pleasure to me is just that—pleasure. I’m not looking to find a new connection with anyone. I just want to find what makes us tick and, from there, make it extraordinary.” He lingered over her collarbone and made his way slowly to her ear, ending with his lips tugging her earlobe. “Last night was completely amazing. You have to admit it,” he whispered in her ear. “We haven’t had sex like that in a long time.” He slid a hand up and used his thumb to caress a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. She shivered. “It could’ve been a coincidence, but I don’t think so. What Michael and Piper told us had everything to do with it. It was like they doused us with lighter fluid and lit a match.”
Caroline had fallen for her husband the first time she’d seen him, too.
She angled her head up. “Fine, I admit it. It might’ve been sexy to hear about someone else’s indiscretions—in that very moment.” She shook her head. “But what you’re suggesting is dangerous. I think we tick together just fine without anything extra. And I don’t believe pleasure can be wrought without an emotional bond. A person needs to be connected to hit all the right notes. If we did something like inviting others into our bedroom, there would be a steep price to pay. It’s not something you just do willy-nilly.”
Jace chuckled. “I love it when you talk Southern to me.” He walked her backward toward their king-size bed, his arms still tightly wrapped around her, the towel long gone. When the backs of her legs touched the end of the bed, he gently untied her robe. “I agree with you, by the way,” he said as his hands brushed over her bare shoulders, coaxing the soft terry cloth to the floor. “This isn’t something we should consider doing without a lot of thought, and I don’t want to share you either, believe me. But last night the sex was cataclysmic and I don’t care how we got there. If it took our neighbors to get us that horny, so be it. You were on fire, and I loved every minute of it.” He eased her back on the rumpled covers. “You were dripping wet by the time we got to the bedroom, and I couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough.” He braced himself over her, his arms on either side of her head. He dipped lower, his mouth sliding over hers, melding perfectly as their tongues entwined.
She let out a soft sigh.
The sexy talk last night with their friends had indeed turned her on.
It had been exactly like Jace had described—it was like Michael and Piper had poured gas on a bonfire by spilling their sexual secrets. But in Caroline’s mind, it had been no different than watching porn or reading a sexy story, something that always made her hot for her husband and no one else. What she didn’t want to confess to Jace right now—or even to herself—was that while Michael had been divulging the dirty details about their extracurricular affairs, his hand had slid onto Piper’s thigh, and at his touch, Piper had uttered a small moan.
Caroline’s eyes had been riveted to his hand as it’d crept upward. To her relief it’d stopped a respectable distance from Piper’s upper thigh and had ended up being very innocent.
Titillating, but nothing untoward.
“I was on fire,” Caroline admitted. Jace kissed her again, and when he finally broke away, both of them were panting hard. “But it was for you. There’s a big difference. I didn’t want Michael in my bed, I wanted you.” Michael was a very handsome man, ridiculously so, but for Caroline, he didn’t hold a candle to her husband’s natural charm and all-American good looks.
Jace lay down next to her, propping himself up on an elbow, smiling. “I knew it got to you. It made me hot for you, too. And just like right now, while we’re talking about it, it’s turning us on again.” He placed two fingers between her breasts, brushing them lightly down her chest to her stomach, ending in her soft curls.
When his fingers encircled her wetness, she let out a very unladylike moan. “Oh,” she breathed. “You’re right. It’s turning me on again. But this is because of you, not our damn neighbors.”
“You know, you’re very sexy when you’re disgruntled.” Jace leaned over and nuzzled her neck, his delicious fingers keeping up a steady pace. “And you only swear when you’re really hot and bothered, and for that reason alone, I’m going to take my time.” He licked her ear and whispered, “Because I like you wound up, about to explode.” His fingers entered her with a quick thrust, and she arched her pelvis to meet them.
He began to draw them in and out slowly, and her head lolled to the side. His lips lingered near her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. She sighed. “You drive me wild.”
“I want to hear you say you want me to fuck you,” he murmured, giving her a wicked grin. “Or maybe should I stop all this fun and go get ready for work?” He withdrew his fingers, and she couldn’t help but whimper.
There was no one in the world who could stimulate her with sexual banter better than her husband.
At least, she couldn’t imagine anyone doing it better.
This man could arouse her to the point of orgasm by his dirty words alone. They were like jumper cables hooked right to her libido. To her, it was even hotter that his bedroom demeanor was markedly different from his everyday life. This was a man who rarely used a cuss word in public.
The best orgasms for both of them came with the right amount of stimulation and foreplay. Over time, Jace had encouraged her to use dirty words as well, and she did, but she wouldn’t be caught dead saying them outside the bedroom. But she knew her naughty talk worked the same way on him as it did on her—often taking him right over the edge.
She always saved it for when she was absolutely on fire for him.
Like right now.
She thrashed in frustration until he finally brought his fingers down again, circling her clit, teasing her. “Well, what will it be, beautiful Caroline? Heading to work or my hard cock inside you?”
“I want you to fuck me.” She uttered the last two words on a low, drawn-out breath as she squirmed to show him how ready she was. But instead of giving in to her demands, he plunged two fingers into her again and leaned over, taking one hard nipple into his mouth. He feasted on one, and then the other, pulling and sucking, as his fingers worked hard and fast. She plowed her hands into his thick, dark hair, forcing him tighter against her chest as she arched her hips, meeting his hand thrust for thrust. “Jace,” she moaned. “I need it harder. I want to feel all of you, everywhere.”
He broke the seal on her breast and licked his way down her stomach. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you come hard this morning, just like last night. But like I said before, I’m not going to make it easy.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. “I will lick you here.” He flicked his tongue against her clit. “But you have to wait until I’m deep inside, riding you hard, until you get to come. Do you hear me?”
Her brain was fuzzy with pleasure, but she nodded, following along with his plan.
His possessiveness made her toes curl, and her belly tightened at his words, but her body was already buzzing under his careful attention. He was right, she was going to have a huge orgasm. She wasn’t sure she could wait. She let go of his hair and stretched her arms out, grasping on to the covers, fisting her hands tightly as his talented tongue hit her in the perfect place over and over again. As he licked, his fingers continued to draw in and out slowly, abrading the sensitive ridges inside. Caroline arched her back and rode his mouth, rocking her hips against him as he fucked her with his hand.
The pleasure was building quickly, and it felt like she’d never come down.
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Jace gazed down on his hot wife and shook his head in wonder. Her long blonde hair was splayed over the rumpled sheets. Her perfect breasts were peaked and heaving, the small, round, pink areolas wet from his tongue. Her face was fresh from her morning shower and glowing with its usual flawlessness without a stitch of makeup.
She was divine, and he was going to ride her slow and hard.
They hadn’t been so playful with each other in a long time, and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.
He always craved her, but seeing her so eager and hearing her sexy words made him want to plunge deep and erupt instantly. His Southern wife was so proper most of the time, so when she allowed her raunchy side to show, it was pure heaven.
It made him even harder thinking about what he was going to get her to say next. “Are you ready for me, Care?” He angled himself over her, grabbing the base of his cock, teasing the tip along her wetness. “Tell me how ready you are. I need to know how hard you want it.” He edged her thighs open and pushed the head into her opening and drew back, and then again.
“Oh, you are the devil himself this morning, Jason,” Caroline answered. “I’m so ready I could orgasm right now if you just talked dirty to me for a few more minutes. Say something with the word ass in it, if you could be so kind.”
Jace chuckled. “You want me to tell you how I want to grab on to your nice, perfect ass and roll you up, so I can plow myself deep?” She groaned and slid her hands over her own breasts, kneading them and twisting the pink peaks in front of him. It was all he could do not to drive his cock in to the hilt. “I want to know how much you want me inside you, Caroline. Tell me how badly you want my big cock.” He rocked the tip against her again, sliding it up and down over her clit. “Come on, tell me.”
“Instead of telling you, how about I just show you?” She eased her back off the bed, her firm abs clenching as she brought a hand down between her thighs and parted her wetness for him with two fingers. “This is how badly I want you, Jason. I’m drenched waiting for you to fuck me senseless. I want to come so bad I might die. Do it now, or so help me, I’ll get the vibrator and you can watch me fuck myself.”
Jace tossed his head back and uttered a guttural cry.
Caroline had changed the game.
She rarely did that.
She was usually content to play along with his banter, taking on a more passive role. But occasionally, if she was hot enough, she would do something like this, and it drove him bat-shit crazy.
It was more than lighter fluid—it was sexual napalm.
Without waiting one more second, he drove into her, her fingers still opening the entrance wide for him. He gloved himself to the hilt, and true to his words, he rolled her up on the bed and ground himself into her, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he pumped frantically.
She called his name.
He was close. He was going to have to slow down if he wanted to make this last, like he promised. This was the kind of sex that was meant to be savored and enjoyed.
With effort, he stilled, keeping himself locked inside her, panting.
She brought both her hands up and ran them across his chest, stopping to take his nipples between her fingers. He shuddered in pleasure. “You are a temptress, Caroline.” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was all he could manage. “You have the face of an angel and the heart of a dominatrix. You are the perfect mix of woman for me.”
“Glad to hear it.” She wiggled beneath him, causing friction between them. “Now quit taking your own sweet time and slam your cock into me, please.”
He groaned and did as she asked, bringing her legs up and over his shoulders. Then he tugged her to the edge of their bed, making damn sure they stayed firmly connected.
Their bed stood high off the ground for this very reason. He was tall and loved fucking his wife standing up. They’d shopped around to find a bed that fit the bill, which hadn’t been easy since he was six-three.
He began to thrust again as he eased her thighs wider apart, while keeping her legs firmly draped over his shoulders, spreading her wide open. She moaned in pleasure as he drew in and out, bringing the tip almost all the way out so his head rubbed against her, then back in faster.
She brought her hips up to meet him.
“Do you need it harder?” he rasped, finding it hard to form words.
“Yes,” she answered, her eyes closed. “I need it harder. So much harder.”
He began a pounding rhythm, shaking the headboard.
He watched as her luscious tits bounced in unison with his thrusts. They were honestly the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. Her skin was honey-colored, now flushed with heat. She was so sexy, he couldn’t get enough. “You feel so damn good.”
“Jace,” she murmured. “Just like that. I’m almost there.” Her head rocked back and forth.
“Don’t you even think of coming, Care,” he panted, slowing down. “I’m not done yet. I want you to tell me what got you so excited this morning. Say it out loud. Was it our discussion”—another thrust—“or was it the way Michael’s hand lingered on Piper’s thigh last night? I know you saw that.” Jace seated himself against her and rocked his pelvis until she cried out. “Or the way Michael described their sexual encounters”—he pulled out and slammed back in—“as erotic, hot, wet, and the most dynamic pleasure he’s ever experienced?” Jace gripped Caroline’s tight ass as he watched himself slide in and out of her with each delicious pull. He was on the verge of coming, and he knew she was, too. Sweat coated each of their bodies, making them gleam. “Or was it when we watched them leave and saw Michael push Piper up against the garage and take her mouth hard, and we both couldn’t look away?”
Caroline broke apart underneath him, clenching her sheath against his cock as she came.
A few more thrusts, and he was right behind her, burying himself inside while he yelled her name, pressing his face in her neck.
He loved her smell.
He loved everything about her.
