Текст книги "What Caroline Wants"
Автор книги: Amanda Abbott
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Caroline chuckled. “It’s a Southern thing.” She took another bite for herself and savored the flavor. Once she was done, she set her spoon down. “Okay, I hear what you’re saying, and I don’t mean to be rude, but if Jace and I decided this was something we wanted to investigate more fully—in the much-distant future—who would we connect with to do it? I love you and Michael to death, but I…it would never be with someone we know. There isn’t exactly a 1-800 number for this, so I’m not sure how to progress.”
Piper snorted. “Actually, there are 1-800 numbers coming out of the woodwork. But I have no idea who uses them. Too freaky for me, because you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. But don’t worry, I have contacts. When Michael and I entered into this, we sort of got an unexpected magical ticket into the sexual underground. From there, you quickly find all these other couples who share the same lifestyle. It makes it less scary—and squicky—at the same time. I’d probably have you meet Emma and Pete first. They are this awesome, well-adjusted couple who love each other. They’ve been doing this for years and years and seem to have no issues that we can ever detect with their lifestyle choice. They live totally guilt-free. We’ve only met one other couple, through them, and that was enough for us. But they have a lot of contacts, depending on what you like.”
Caroline knew how Piper and Michael had met Emma and Pete. It was one of the things Jace had shared from his lunch with Michael.
“Emma is drop-dead gorgeous,” Piper continued. “Long, red hair. Creamy, perfect skin. She’s flawless. Pete is blond and looks like a surfer, only cuter. They’re in their mid-twenties, like you guys, but they have a great hippie vibe.” Piper and Michael were in their early thirties. “We joke that in their past lives they met at Woodstock. They swear they’ve both been into the free-love movement since birth. They’re a perfect match and will take it slow with you. They will also totally dig you and Jace. A good-looking, normal couple in love is a triple threat.”
Caroline honestly couldn’t believe she was having this conversation.
Or that she’d actually confided her deepest sexual desires to Piper.
But it had been good to purge, even though it was beyond strange that having this conversation was starting to feel normal.
The next step would be to tell Jace, and that wouldn’t be as easy.
He’d been all for them venturing into sexual experimentation, but she’d seen the way he’d looked at Piper that night—involving other couples wasn’t his true desire. In fact, she had no idea what his true desires were. Jace always seemed focused on her needs and pleasure, above his own. He’d never really told her what he wanted. Caroline turned toward Piper. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Piper answered. “That’s what I’m here for. To answer your burning sexual questions and to consume this delicious ice cream.” She took another spoonful.
“How did you know that what you wanted sexually would work with what Michael wanted? Did you tell him outright? Didn’t you worry that if you told him what you wanted he might think you’re…somehow off?”
Piper chuckled as she set her spoon down. “I’d have to profess to enjoying sex with cadavers for him to think I was off.” At Caroline’s shocked expression, Piper laughed even harder. “Don’t worry, that’s not my thing. I was just trying to give you perspective. Michael is far dirtier than I am, and up for much more. But you asked a good question. The answer is, I didn’t even know what I wanted until I saw it for the first time. And when I did, Michael was there. I guess you could call it serendipitous that I found out the easy way.”
“Did you realize you might need something more before then?”
“No, not really. Not until I saw it. Our sex life had started to drag a bit. We’d dated four years before we got hitched, so we were five years in. It wasn’t bad, but it was working its way to becoming kind of boring. Strip down, ass up in the air, or reverse cowgirl, and wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. It was fun, and I love having sex with my husband, but it didn’t feel new anymore. It wasn’t until I saw him chatting up this girl at a party that it hit me. She was rubbing herself all over him, and then, like a lightning bolt, I knew what really got me hot. It was just lucky that he was as into it as well, but if not, who knows?” She shrugged. “I’m sure we never would’ve come this far if he hadn’t been into it. And if we both didn’t continue to get something out of it, we wouldn’t stay in this lifestyle. But we do, so we do. How’s that for waxing poetic?”
“I’m worried about that,” Caroline confessed. “I don’t think the sharing thing is for Jace. But he did say that seeing another couple might be…interesting.” It was her turn to chuckle. What Jace thought was interesting and what she did were likely two different animals. “I just don’t know how to tell him without sounding like some kind of horrible woman who doesn’t think her husband is enough.”
Piper swished her hand in the air in dismissal. “Are you kidding me? Jace knows he’s enough. The way you two look at each other is nothing short of sigh-worthy. You guys have always been super connected. He’ll understand this, and in fact, I believe he already knows. From the bit of information he shared with Michael, he knows you want something more. Just keep the discussion open, and you’ll be fine. And, like I’ve said the entire time, baby steps.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t think I’m actually at steps yet. I think I’m still crawling.”
7
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Jace raised his wine glass. “I propose a toast,” he said. “To the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
Caroline brought her glass up, a small blush dotting her cheekbones. She clinked her glass with his and murmured a quiet thank-you and took a sip.
Jace had tried everything he could think of to ease Caroline out of her shell, but nothing had worked. He was trying not to be worried, but he was anyway.
They were seated in a secluded booth in one of their favorite restaurants. Jace had been lucky to snag a reservation at the last minute. A variety of small tasting plates were arrayed on the table, along with a nice, chilled bottle of Pinot.
Caroline had picked at her food, favoring the wine.
Jace had come home from work to find her soaking in the bathtub. She had apologized for not answering the phone, citing her long day and exhaustion. She’d readily agreed to go to dinner, however, and had seemed upbeat about their date as they’d gotten ready.
But once they’d arrived, she’d been on the quiet side, keeping the conversation low-key. Mostly about work and the new garden she wanted to start.
Jace took a sip of his wine and set the glass back on the table. “Care, you’re going to have to talk to me at some point.” Jace leaned over the braised brussels sprouts, one of her favorite dishes, which she’d hardly touched, and took her hand. “I know you’re still upset about the swing incident, but I thought we ironed it all out. You know I hate it when you’re upset. Please tell me what’s going on. You’re killing me here.”
Caroline straightened and casually glanced around. Jace followed her gaze, wondering who she was worried about overhearing them. No one was near their table. They were in a corner and the waiter was across the room. “It’s not the swing incident,” Caroline said, almost too softly for him to hear.
“Then what is it?”
“I’ve been…” She broke his grip on her hand, pulling it back, and grabbed for her water, then took a long drink. He waited for her to finish, more worry creeping in. “I’ve been thinking a lot this week.”
“About what? Us?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “All this focus on our sex life is making me crazy. To be frank, it’s been occupying my mind day and night. I can’t seem to stop thinking about it, so I understand we need to discuss it. I just haven’t been ready. This has been hard for me…” she trailed off.
Jace read her face and her concern. “Care, please, I don’t want you to worry about this anymore. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you hate the room downstairs, I’ll put it back to normal. It’s not an issue. I don’t want you to feel any more pressure about this.”
“That’s not it.” She looked pained as she picked up her fork and idly stabbed at the food on her plate. He waited. She was obviously having a hard time getting out what was bothering her. Finally, she glanced up at him and gave him a tentative smile. “It’s just…I’ve been thinking about things between us and have gone back and forth in my mind a million times…about what I think I want…and…” She trailed off once again, so Jace moved even closer, scooting forward until his upper body was almost flat against the table.
This wasn’t exactly the place to have an intimate discussion.
“Just tell me what’s going on,” he urged her. “I can help you. Seeing you like this is making me miserable. Honestly, I take all the blame. I’m the one who did this to us. I half-wanted to experiment, but really, I was just trying to get you riled up and hot like you were a few days before I brought home the swing.”
“Well, you succeeded in your mission to get me horny.” Her face flushed. “And by doing so, it made me realize some things. I think you already know what I’m about to tell you.”
“What do I already know?” Jace prodded, trying to keep the stress out of his voice. He hoped he succeeded, because otherwise Caroline would likely drop this discussion altogether. She hated to see him distressed almost as much as he hated seeing her.
“That I might need…more”—she cleared her throat—“things to ramp up my fulfillment.” Caroline’s cheekbones were on fire at her admission, and she ducked her head, taking her fork to her plate again. Before he could soothe her, she continued, eyes on the table. “I’ve been tossing it around in my mind, and really, I don’t think we really need to go…elsewhere. I might need something a little extra to increase my enjoyment, but I think…we can be creative at home. Then, over time, we can try to ease back to normal. I just…I just have to work through this emotional place I’m in and move on. But once I do,” she finished quickly, “and get all the thoughts out of my head, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Back to normal.
He didn’t want that.
Jace had always been such a proponent of experimentation. He’d brought his wife to new heights over time, and their marriage was better for it. He was deeply affected by her admission and knew it had taken every ounce of strength she had to tell him that she needed more. “Caroline, sweetheart, we don’t have to decide anything now. I’m open to wherever you want to take us down the line. If you want to try something you’ve been thinking about, or if you change your mind, it’s up to you. Where you go, I’ll follow. There’s no need to make any decisions about anything now.”
“That’s the problem, I think,” she whispered, stabbing at her food. “Your ‘okay with everything’ answer makes me feel crazy. I feel like a pervert for even having these thoughts, and you seem to have no real issues or desires that need to be addressed at all. Why is that?” She finally lifted her eyes to his. “Why has this entire thing become only about me and my pleasure…my issues? Why aren’t we discussing your sexual pleasure and what it is you need?”
She had a good point.
He sat back, thinking. Finally, he answered, “I get off on your pleasure. When you find your thing, it makes me feel out of control.” He rested his elbows on the table. “When we first started dating, you were incredibly closed off and almost uninterested in sex. You became my favorite puzzle. One I had to complete. And each time I fit together another piece, it was incredibly satisfying. It continues to be the best puzzle of my life.”
“I was closed to sex before I met you.” She gave him her first real smile of the night. “The guys I’d dated had been dull—and that’s being kind—in that department, only in it for themselves. I never knew the kind of pleasure I have with you existed. Even kissing you was eye-opening. Our first kiss blew my mind. You were so sensual and open and hungry for me. I felt like I’d fallen into some kind of alternate universe. I thought for sure I’d wake up the next morning and find it had all been a dream.”
Jace grinned, remembering that kiss. It had been carnal.
He’d taken her on a date, and afterward, he’d taken her for a walk and had decided to go for it. It’d been spontaneous, but totally hot. They had kissed for hours under the moonlight. “It’s typical guy behavior to be in it for ourselves, but that’s never been me. Each time you opened up a little more, and became more adventurous and willing, it turned me on. I mean…as in…I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a week or two after it happened. Do you remember when we were at Max Larson’s cabin sophomore year? In that boathouse?”
Her mouth opened a little, and he heard her sigh. Jace’s grin widened. “Of course I remember,” she said.
Jace angled his head toward her and whispered, “That was the first time you blew me. To this day, I can still picture your face peering up at me. There was lust in your eyes, but also trust. After you started, you lost yourself. Getting you there—to that place—that’s what I love the most. That was the single-greatest blow job of my entire life, and watching you get off was amazing.” He took his wife’s hand across the table again. “And every step of our relationship thus far, each time you’ve tried something new, it has been incredible for me. All of it, including most recently on the kitchen table and in the swing. It was mind-blowing because you were so into it. I can never get enough. That’s what I want.”
“Do you ever obsess over the things we do? Think about them over and over again? I’m…I’m having trouble not thinking about things…I want.”
Jace stroked the inside of her wrist. “Obsess is too little a word for what I do. When we have a new experience, like the first time you let me enter your ass…I literally couldn’t stop thinking about it for a year. Twelve full months. Every time I showered, got dressed, every single time I got behind the wheel of the car, that image—of you totally hot, turned on, rocking your sweet backside against me while I was buried deep, and then your cock-pulsing orgasm—made me hard as steel. It didn’t matter if we did it that way the next time we had sex or not. That image alone was enough to fuel my fantasies over and over again. In fact, it’s getting me hot thinking about it right now.” Jace watched his wife shift in her seat and carefully bring her napkin up to dab the edges of her mouth.
He knew he was turning her on with his choice of words, and that was his intent. Talking about his cock in public—much less mentioning ass-in-the-air fucking—had never happened between them before. It had always been private bedroom banter. But he wasn’t going to let them slip back to ordinary if he could help it. He was also determined to get his wife into bed tonight. They were going to have incredible sex, on their own, and she was going to see that she didn’t need to worry about this any longer.
He was certain they’d figure it out. He didn’t care what they did in the bedroom, as long as she was excited.
She sat forward in her seat. “We haven’t had sex like that in…a while.”
He sucked in a breath.
It had taken him a good three years to even warm her up to the idea, and even though he’d been successful in coaxing her to try it, and she’d had a huge release, he knew it wasn’t her favorite thing to do. She’d told him much later that it been a little too dirty for her.
But he hadn’t lied when he just told her the image of them doing it the very first time had been enough to fuel his fire for a long time. He’d do it again in a heartbeat, if that’s what she wanted. “No, we haven’t,” he said carefully.
She drummed her nails along the top of the table and gave him a sly smile. “If we decide to do it, I think this time we need to try something different—something that will add to the overall experience. Don’t you agree?”
His libido shot to the forefront, and he was hard instantly.
His beautiful wife just turned the tables on him—again. “And”—he cleared his throat, almost unable to get the words out—“what exactly do you have in mind?”
“I’ll need something to fill my pussy, of course.” She’d uttered it like they were having a normal, everyday conversation.
He nearly fell out of his seat.
Jace half-yelped, half-groaned as he straightened in his chair, shifting his hips to reposition his incredible hard-on. He raised his hand, motioning to their server, who was a few tables away. When the waiter looked up, he called, his voice raspy, “Check, please!”
* * *
Caroline had made up her mind right then and there at the dinner table, when Jace had started bringing up all their hot memories, she was going to get past all this daydream fantasy stuff once and for all. It had to happen. So she pushed the conversation she had with Piper that day to the furthest reaches of her brain, and instead, she decided to fan the flames with her own sexy banter.
She and Jace had left the restaurant in a fit of passion.
Her husband had even pushed her up against their SUV in the parking lot, his hands plunging under her skirt, stopping just short of bringing her to orgasm with his talented fingers.
The excitement of being out in the open had been exhilarating, and she’d returned the favor by unzipping his pants while he’d driven them home, stopping her assault on his silky hardness before he could come.
Tit for tat.
Now they were in the basement bedroom, on the bed. “Jace, I want your cock. Please,” she moaned.
They’d both decided to amp up the intimacy, but just how far they’d been willing to go had been up for debate until right this minute. They were both panting. Porn was playing in the background, but Caroline had hardly taken a look.
She didn’t need any more stimulation. There was plenty going on.
Jace groaned. “Are you sure?” he asked her for the fifth time, rubbing his tip along her bottom, between her cheeks.
“Yes. I’ve never been more certain in my life.” She wiggled her ass to prove it. This time she wanted to feel full, needed to feel it all—everything she could. Once she did this, which was outside of her comfort zone and adventurous, she hoped it would be enough to erase the visions of another man shoving his cock into her while Jace was inside her from behind, which was what was currently playing over and over in her mind at the moment.
She felt ashamed the images were there, but also so incredibly turned on. Feeling two cocks at the same time, being caressed by four hands instead of two—it was all she could think about.
She shivered.
No, that wasn’t what she wanted!
This—here, with her husband. It was enough. Between them, they could simulate whatever they wanted. No one else had to be present. “Ease inside me,” she said. “Do it now.”
Jace drizzled some lube over her bare ass. She arched her head around to watch him as he took his cock in hand and teased her opening.
She moaned. Why hadn’t she ever liked this before? It was so exciting—not to mention ridiculously titillating.
“Care, you’re so fucking hot in that teddy. I can’t wait to do this.”
She’d insisted on acting the part of the slutty wife, which is where their banter had taken them. Once they’d arrived home, she’d hurried to the bedroom and donned a deep-red, crotchless teddy that Jace had given her as a present a few years ago. It was the epitome of risqué to Caroline, and it seemed her husband thought so, too.
The pressure came as his tip entered her, and she eased back, accepting it, needing it. Once he passed the opening and slid fully in, Caroline gritted her teeth. It was intense, but so good.
He eased in and out a few times, taking it slowly. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, meaning it. “Now put the dildo in.” She peered over her shoulder as she watched him grab the already lubed toy that was on the bed stand next to them.
“Care, we didn’t think this through. I’m going to have to pull out and put this in first. The angle is all wrong.”
“No, don’t do that. Just hand it to me. It feels too good to stop.” To demonstrate how she felt about it, she rocked into him, luxuriating in the new, explosive feelings. It was so different than it had been before.
Jace took in a sharp breath and wheezed out an, “Okay,” as he handed the toy to her. Her man wasn’t going to argue when he was nestled deeply where many women weren’t willing to let their man go.
As she took it from him, he pumped in and out of her. “Care…this is…so good. It’s like the first time with you all over again.” His voice hummed with pleasure.
She balanced on one hand and brought the other one under her. She was so wet, it wasn’t going to be an issue to get it in. And she was right. The dildo was thick, but it slid right in. “Ahh,” she moaned.
“I can feel it,” Jace groaned. “It makes it even tighter, if that’s even possible.”
She began to draw the toy in and out as Jace matched her rhythm, and as they both moved together—everything exploded.
The pleasure was astronomical.
“I have to readjust,” she panted, after a moment. “I can’t keep this angle up.”
“Whatever you need,” Jace said.
“Don’t break the connection.” Caroline eased down so she was on her shoulders, her head braced by a pillow. As she shifted downward, Jace continued to thrust. “Oh, right there,” she said. “Faster.”
He gripped her hips and, without another word, began to rock into her hard. From this angle she could use her hand more freely, and she began to wiggle the toy side to side at the same pace. “It’s like you’re fucking me with that thing!” Jace called. “I can feel it hitting me, and it’s insane.”
He was right, it was insane—insanely good.
The pressure between her legs skyrocketed, and even though she was so close to coming, her mind kept flashing her images of two men, both rocking into her at the same time.
She closed her eyes, moaning, lost to the vision.
Almost as if Jace knew her innermost thoughts, he lowered himself over her back, his hands sliding around her torso to tweak her aching nipples. He thrust twice more before he whispered, “Feel my fingers on you?” He pulled, tugging on her tight buds until she mewed in pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered as she opened her eyes. “I feel them.”
Very slowly, he brought a hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers. Once they were wet, he slid his hand back around her chest, and just as he took a peak between his fingers, he murmured, “He’s sucking you from below.”
At Jace’s words and the new, wet contact, she jumped. The coolness was a stark contrast to her hot, sweaty body. Jace began to pump into her again as his talented fingers worked her breasts from below. “That’s it, Care, feel how wet it is. It’s not my fingers, it’s his mouth. He’s tasting you, just the way you like it.”
“Ahh,” she moaned as her husband continued to pleasure her while she rocked the toy with one hand. “I’m so close, Jace.”
Jace rolled his fingers over her again and again, and she arched her backside to meet him, the images, fueled by her husband’s continuing words, were crystal clear in her mind.
There was a man beneath her. He was fit, and she could imagine his pecs raking over her sensitive breasts. And then his tongue was there, incredibly talented. He was licking and teasing her, his hands all over.
“Do you need more, Care?” Jace whispered, adding to the erotic vision. “Do you want him to touch you here?” His voice so thick with lust she could barely understand him. “You have to tell me, or you don’t get to experience what it feels like.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want it there.”
“Want his what there?” Jace asked.
“His tongue.”
A second later, Jace’s wet fingers made contact with her core as he murmured, “He’s lapping you, Care. He can’t get enough. Just like me. You’re too fucking hot.” His fingers thrummed against her clit, faster and faster.
She broke apart, allowing herself to give in to the vision, her orgasm shattering her, coming in wave after wave. She cried out, grinding herself onto her husband’s cock, bucking backward. She heard him yell his release, but it was muted by the rushing sound in her ears.
All she could focus on was the last image that had seared itself into her mind.
She had just climaxed to a vision of a stranger’s mouth on her, lapping her with his tongue.
And she’d never been more turned on in her entire life.
