Stricken Trust (Stricken Rock) (9 page)

“I’m… going to come James….I’m… Oh yes…,” he pinches my nipple harder as he nibbles my clit. Oh yes, suck it baby. Suck my clit. Fuck yes! I throw my head back and scream. Exploding into the biggest orgasm I’ve had in months. I buck into his mouth and he sucks me harder. I can’t catch my breath and my body won’t stop jerking. I take in a deep breath and he pulls away, his lips wet and red from loving my little nub. Damn he’s hot. I gaze down and he has the biggest erection and smile on his face.

“Thank you,” I muster out.

Leaning up, he pulls me down to his lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth with such heart rendering force. Oh yes, he wants me. I suck his tongue with passion and he groans in his throat. I roam my hands through his hair and kiss him with everything I have. Like I’ve never kissed anyone before. I slide down into the tub with him, my mouth still on his luscious lips. I’m hot for him again. Damn, my core is begging to fuck him. I want to have sex with James. Right here, right now. I straddle his hips and grab between my legs and position his cock with my hand. He immediately freezes, and pulls his lips from mine. He’s scared. His body starts to shake uncontrollably, as the water in the tub laps violently at the sides. My hand is still wrapped gently around his hard cock. Oh shit, I forgot no one has touched him in years.

“Are you okay?” I ask softly, as I slide my finger up and down the scar. It’s ridged and hard. I bet it would make me come. Damn. I’m wet for him. He’s so sexy and soft and gentle and perfect. My perfect Teddy Bear.

He nods slowly with little movement.

“Do you want me to stop touching him?” I whisper.

He shakes his head. His body convulsing. The look on his face tells me he’s terrified. This is not the place to show him how much it means to me that he’s letting me touch him. Damn this tub. I let go of his cock and grab his hand and stand.

“Come with me.”

“But...”

I cut him off. “Let’s go in our bed. We can finish bathing later,” I coax, tugging him in tow to our bedroom.

He climbs onto his side and I slide in on mine. I crawl and position myself between his legs. Completely ignoring the dull ache of my knees.

His body is so nervous. My poor James. I’m going to show him how much he’s cock is beautiful and wanted. Maybe this will help. Just like the foot tub did for his feet.

I grasp him in my hands and he sucks in a hard breath, eyes wide, watching me.

“It’s okay Papa Bear. Mama Bear’s going to take care of you.”

I squeeze a drop of pre-cum from him and swirl it around the tip.

“See Papa Bear you’re…” Damn-it what should I call it? A dick? Cock? Penis? Manhood? This is hard to choose. “Your cock is beautiful.” I kiss the head and he jumps, biting his lip.

“It’s okay Papa Bear. I’m going to make it feel good. I promise. I love him. I love him very much. He’s so beautiful,” I add, gently trying to comfort him. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for him.

I suck just the head into my mouth and he moans loud, jerking back against the headboard. I lap it with my velvety tongue, the ridge of his scar turning me on. Plucking my nipple, I groan, with his cock in my mouth. His breathing is hot and heavy. His body still shaking as I pump his long shaft with my hand and devour his bulbous head with reverent need. Collecting saliva in my mouth, I pool it onto the top of his cock and pull it out of my mouth, leaving the waterfall of my hot watery saliva to cascade down his shaft. Pumping it swiftly with my hand, his hips buck up off the bed.

“That’s right Papa Bear — let mama make you feel good. Let me love him. Let Mama Bear show papa how much she loves his cock. It feels so good in my hands,” I purr, stroking him up and down in long sensual pulls. He’s clawing the sheets and moaning with a closed mouth. His breathing is picking up erratically as his cock jerks. Yes! I know I’ve got him close. I jack him harder and faster as he humps powerfully into my hand. His strong leg muscles contracting.

“That’s right papa. I want to make you come. Come for me. Let me make you feel good. Let me love him. He’s so beautiful,” I huff, breathing heavily too. I can’t help it, he’s hot as hell. This is taking every ounce of self-control not to jump into his cock and ride him like I’ve never fucked before. His cock jerks again. Mmmmm, I want his hot steamy come in my mouth. I lean over and suck his head back into my eager mouth. He moans loud, as his legs tighten up and freeze. I suck harder and he bursts into my mouth. Hell yes! His body convulses and I suck him dry, milking his cock with a deep carnal need to consume every last drop. Drinking him down. He tastes so good. Like salty apples. Yum! I suck it once more just to be sure and let him go.

I smile at him. His face is in shock but his body is liquidly calmed.

“Hi Papa Bear, are you okay?” I ask gently. I want to make sure he’s okay. I know this was a huge step for him. My poor man.

He pulls up into sitting and he dashes across the bed, tackling me onto my back and kisses me hard. Holding me to his mouth. His lips are firm but inviting. God, I love kissing him. I could do this all day, every day. I wrap my hands around his head and caress his hair with my fingers, purring in my throat. I stick out my tongue and lick his lips. He pulls away but takes me with him so my head is resting on my favorite place, his sultry smooth chest. I inhale him. Oh, my Papa Bear. He smells so comforting, and sexy at the same time.

“I can’t believe you did that. Was it gross?” He asks, worried.

I shake my head and kiss his peck. “No my Bear
,
it was perfect. It tasted wonderful and it was just perfect.” He kisses the top of my head.

“You’re sure?”

I nod
.
“I promise. I would love to do that forever
,
” I murmur.

He hugs me tighter. “You’re so amazing
,
my pregnant lady.”

“No, I’m not. I have the best man in my bed. So I would like to please him. He treats me very well both in the bedroom and out. And it probably helps with the fact that his cock is the sexiest thing alive.” I kiss his peck. Then run my tongue along it and he groans.

“It is not.”

“If it’s not, it’s the closest to the sexiest thing ever.”

We lay in bed a few more minutes, reeling in from the wonderful sexual encounters we both just enjoyed and then I get up and finish my bath. I make it quick because we’ve been away from Stacy and Kyle long enough. I get out and throw on a T-shirt. It’s almost too small but I’ll survive and a pair of my pj pants. James is already dressed and downstairs.

I just came out of our bedroom and I’m peering over the edge of the catwalk down into the living room below. It’s nighttime now and the beautiful stars are gleaming through the giant floor to ceiling windows. I can smell something cooking. I can’t see James but Kyle and Stacy are sitting on one of the brown leather couches
,
cuddling. The table lamps are on
,
giving off a warm glow and the fire place it lit adding a sensual ambiance to the room. The whole cabin smells of wood and delicious food. A perfect duet of scents to please the soul.

I take the staircase down and to the right James is working in the kitchen. Stacy sits up, from the couch.

“Hey babe, how are you? Are you okay?” Stacy inquires.

“I’m fine Stace. Did you guys eat dinner?” I ask
,
peeking into the kitchen to see what my Teddy Bear is doing, in his plaid pj pants and black tank. He glances at me, providing me with a sweet belly fluttering smile.

“Yes, we scrounged up some sandwiches but whatever James is doing in there smells fab
,
” Stacy answers, sniffing the air.

I make my way into the kitchen.

“What’cha doing boss man?”

“I’ve got some beef stroganoff on the stove and some bread. And this is for you,” he says, handing over a cup of hot chocolate in a bear mug and my fish oil pill.

“Thanks.” I take it.

Placing the cup to my mouth I sip it. Mmmmm…the hot chocolate tastes better than usual. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had it in forever.

“Hey Stace, you want some hot chocolate? I know it’s your fave?” I call to him.

He raises a mug. “James, my man, has already got us covered. Thanks though, Em.”

James is cooking on the stove. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso and kiss his back.

“Thank you for being so great
,
” I whisper against his skin so only he can hear me.

He detaches my arms and turns around to face me. I gaze up to his caramel face.

“I’m making you some dinner
,
my pregnant lady. So go hang with your friends and relax.”

I place my hand on the back of his head and coax him down to my level. “If you keep up this sweetness and domestic man thing, I will need to share some sexual favors tonight before bed
,
” I whisper seductively in his ear. Running my tongue down his jaw and kissing his chin lightly.

He nods and I gaze down and his cock is standing at full attention. Sinfully I wink at him and my mouth quirks up into a sly smile. And I dismiss myself into the living room

I take my pill with my hot cocoa and my phone goes off. It’s been sitting on the coffee table since earlier today. I totally forgot where I laid it.

“That’s been going off quite a bit
,
” Kyle says
,
glancing at my iPhone with its new sleeping beauty case. I don’t have a ton of apps on my phone but I am a ringtone and case junkie. I bought ten new cases about a week ago and this one suited my fancy for the time being.

“Thanks.” I take my phone and slide the screen on.

I’ve got six texts. More than I’ve gotten in a while. I must be popular when I’m on vacation. Any other time I only get texts when James is gone and needs to get a hold of me. Or from Stacy. Claire isn’t huge into texting and Johnathan’s been quite distant unless he’s drunk.

But tonight I guess is different, because he has sent five of these six texts. Guess I’ll have to see if he’s drunk again. It wouldn’t be a shocker.

“I’ve got five texts from Johnathan and one from Claire
,
” I comment to whomever is listening.

“I want to hear them
,
” Stacy, with his nosy butt, states.

“Johnathan says; Hey baby, I haven’t heard from you. I’m missing your face. I hope you’re not being a naughty girl. Plan on seeing me when you get back
,
” I read.

“You’re always naughty Em, what does he expect?” Stacy laughs.

I shake my head and roll my eyes. I am not
always
naughty.

“Next one says; I miss you sweetie. Text me back…. then number three…. I have a present for you when you get home. Please don’t be mad about it. Just warning you now. It’s for the babies too. So no it’s not my dick. But I would love to give that to you too.”

James coughs from the kitchen, and Stacy chuckles.

“Number four
,
” I state loudly to get everyone back on track. “I really hope you’re not ignoring me because you’re…” I choke on my spit.

He did not just say that.

“You’re what Em? Was it that juicy?” Stacy asks, curious. His eyebrows all perked up.

“Last one…”

Stacy cuts me off. “No, tell me what number four says. Finish it.”

I shake my head.

“Yes, we all want to hear,” he argues adamantly.

I shake my head again. “No, you, only want to hear.” I blurt.

“So? I’m the majority, now tell me,” Stacy states firmly.

“Just tell him Emily, he won’t stop, you know him well enough
,
” Kyle cuts in.

“Fine… but it’s ridiculous. He said I really hope you’re not ignoring me because you’re eloping…. And his last text says. I hope you like your present and remember
,
I own your pussy. I have it written in a contract now.”

“Elope? Why would you do that? And pussy contract? I’m confused
,
” Stacy adds.

I really don’t want to get into all this. I haven’t even told James about the little comments. They were made in a drunken stupor a few nights ago. It’s none of their business but I know Stace, he won’t let a damn thing go. I guess I can relate. I can be pushy too, sometimes.

“Johnathan found out I was here with James and thought this was the perfect place to propose. He was kidding about it the other night when he was drunk texting. Saying I better not marry James. The pussy thing went on the same night. He said Claire owns my ass, so he owns my pussy and James can have my mouth. He was joking about putting it into a contract. I think he’s mad I came without him and he’s finding a way to show me without being a complete asshole. I dunno.” I shrug and exhale loudly. Man, I talk fast sometimes.

Cue more awkwardness, James comes into the living room with a plate full of food and sits it on the end table for me.