Bound Together (20 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
He returned me to my feet
as he watched me, scouring my face for any hint of an answer.
Taking a deep breath I sighed and gazed up at him. I leaned my hip
to one side and crossed my arms over my chest. “Well you’re right.
You are extremely impatient, bad tempered, hot headed, controlling,
complicated, irrational and argumentative. Not to mention, from
what I saw at the bar tonight you certainly are
possessive.”
He rolled his eyes at me
and held his hands in the air. “Fuck Layla, kick a guy in the
crotch will you? It’d be less painful.” Raising my hand to his lips
to silence him he arched an eyebrow at me. “But you’re also sweet,
kind, funny, romantic, passionate, playful and you make me feel
like the most desirable woman in the world when you look at me. So
for those reasons Jared, I definitely think I can handle
it.”
Holding my fingers to his
mouth he gently nipped on the pads with his teeth before planting a
soothing kiss on each one. I could feel fiery hot desire deep
inside my belly and the aching between my legs was returning with a
vengeance. The lust in his eyes called to me like a siren luring
sailors to their doom. He was my light and my destruction. His
power over me was frightening but invigorating all at
once.
Grabbing me by the waist
he pulled me to him, compressing our chests together. I could feel
the rigid stiffness of his erection against my hip as he kissed me,
driving his tongue into my mouth and seeking out my own. Letting
out a moan he began sliding down the straps of my dress, letting it
fall into a heap on the floor. Lifting me up, he used his foot to
kick it aside. His hands worked quickly to remove my bra as his
lips never left my own. We staggered backwards across the room
towards the couch and lifting me into his arms, Jared slowly
lowered me onto it, forcing our lips to part from one another. He
gazed down at me and stroked a strand of hair from my face with his
thumb. “Oh Layla you really are exquisite and from this moment on
you are mine. Mine entirely. I want your body to crave my touch, to
ache for me with a sensual and passionate need. I want to please
you in every way possible, to give you everything your heart
desires. But right now I’ll settle for some mind blowing orgasms.”
I arched my back as he trailed kisses over my breasts. Taking my
nipple into his mouth, he swirled the very tip of his tongue over
it, making it pucker and harden at his touch.
I wanted him desperately
with an insatiable need. I needed him to wash away the hurt and
angst I felt in the guest room, the feelings of deep, lingering
disappointment and fear that he was slipping through my fingers. As
if hearing my thoughts, he pulled me close to him, holding me
tightly against his body. His arms firmly across my back, he kept
me enclosed in his embrace; his intense, ferocious kisses becoming
lingering, tender and gentle with a sweet longing. Wrapping my arms
around his torso I ran my hands over his back as lust began to
engulf my senses. I was done waiting. I wanted him inside me,
bringing me my release from the tension of the evening’s
events.
I dug my nails into his
back and dragged them gently downwards to the deep and sexy dimples
on his lower back. I bit down carnivorously on his bottom lip and
he let out a primal groan, deep and husky. His eyes closed and his
head rolled back forcing my teeth to release his deliciously plump
lip. “Fuck Layla. You’re an animal. It’s driving me
crazy.”
With one swoop he flipped
me onto my front, raising my hands above my head he ran his hands
down my arms, my shoulder blades, my spine and the curve of my hip,
before sliding his thumbs into the elastic on my panties. He pulled
me down to the edge of the couch so that my feet were now touching
the floor. Lying on top of me, his hot breath was warming my face
as he spoke seductively into my ear. “Oh baby these are so
deliciously delicate I would hate to ruin them. Stay still.” His
skin exuded his arousal and an intoxicating scent of soap, sweat
and sex. It was an aromatic combination that left me feeling woozy
and light-headed but also incredibly turned on.
His fingertips trailed
gently down my neck followed by gentle and grazing kisses over my
shoulder blades and all the way down my back. I held my breath as
he nipped at the elastic waist of my panties before licking slowly
over the curve of my hip. Clamping his teeth over the delicate
lace, he gently slid one side down my hip and over my behind to my
thigh. He was playful and sexy Jared once again and I was eager to
know what else he could possibly have in store for me.
Sex with Jared was beyond
pleasurable; it was essential, almost crucial and vital to my
health. He performed the same move on the other side of my panties,
leaving them around my thighs, restricting the movement of my legs.
“You have a fine ass my lady. A very fine ass indeed. Especially
now that it belongs to me.”
I stifled a laugh. “So
you could say you own my ass?”
He snickered and nodded.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I blushed with
embarrassment but in all honesty, I was his. I certainly didn’t
want to be anyone else’s. His hands on my hips he ran his fingers
swiftly over my behind and slid my panties to my ankles. With a
hard thrust, he pushed my feet apart, leaving me wide
open.
He gently and attentively
ran his fingers up my thigh and between my legs. My clit was
throbbing, pulsing with a need for release. I was so turned on, a
simple touch would have pushed me over the edge. But Jared was a
sexpert and I was fast becoming aware of how to touch, stroke and
tease me to the point of lunacy. I hated
and
loved that about him. Sliding a
finger inside me he let out a soft moan, almost like the sound one
would make when eating something particularly delicious. “Mmmm,
baby you are so ready for me. You’re practically gushing with
anticipation for my cock.”
Panting, I wriggled my
hips urging him to move inside me but with his other hand he
grabbed me by the waist to still me. “No.” His tone was strict and
a definite warning.
He withdrew his finger
and quickly reached into his pocket before pushing down his
sweatpants, freeing his impressive erection. I heard the sound of
foil rip before slowly and steadily, he entered me. I gasped for
breath as he filled me so deep, I could feel him in the bottom of
my stomach. Leaning forward he cupped his hands over my breasts,
massaging them firmly but with a perfect tenderness. Pushing myself
up on my hands, I straightened so that I was firmly pressed against
him; my back against his rock hard abs and our hips fused in place.
Holding his hand over my right breast, he moved his left hand down
my body to my stomach pressing it with his palm, forcing us
together tightly into a standing position. His hips moved
rhythmically as he thrust himself in and out. His mouth caressed my
neck before moving to my earlobe and nipping it
teasingly.
I ran my own hand up his
neck to the back of his head and gripped a handful of his soft
hair. It was wet with sweat and I could smell the faint scent of a
fruity shampoo as I rolled my head back onto his shoulder. His hand
moved downwards from my stomach to my tender and swollen clit as he
rubbed it in time to his thrusts. My pulse spiked as a surge of
pleasure rippled through my body like lightning. My heartbeat was
pounding in my ears and his panting breath on my neck pushed me
over the edge. My legs weakened and shook as my orgasm came
crashing through me like a wave. The muscles inside me convulsed
and tightened around him. He gasped loudly, before hissing out a
breath as he found his release, calling my name. “Layla!
Fuck!”
My knees trembling, I
collapsed onto the soft couch with Jared rolling onto his back next
to me. Raising his hand to his forehead, he wiped his brow and
exhaled loudly. “Christ Layla. You’re going to kill me if you keep
going at this rate. My heart feels like it’s going to
explode.”
He was breathless and I
couldn’t take my eyes off his stunning, beautiful face. Rolling
onto his side he propped himself onto his elbow and gazed down at
me. My eyelids were getting heavy and I began to feel myself
drifting off to sleep. Wrapping me in his arms, Jared scooped me up
and carried me out of the room and down the hall to the guest room.
He laid me softly onto the bed before reaching for a blanket and
draping it over me. I expected him to leave me and return to his
room, but he didn’t. Climbing in behind me he pulled me into him,
spooning me in his arms. He pressed his lips against the back of my
head in a kiss. “Goodnight my lady.”
I sighed with pure
happiness and content. This was exactly where I wanted to be,
completely sexed out and wrapped in his arms. I almost didn’t want
to sleep for fear I’d wake up and discover it was all a dream. But
my exhaustion was growing and snuggling into the pillow, I gently
drifted under and into a deep sleep.
me as the smell of cinnamon and maple syrup immediately stirred my
senses. Opening my eyes, I scanned the room trying to fathom where
I was. Lifting myself up on to my elbows I looked around at the
neutral magnolia walls. A large power drill was sitting on the
floor in the middle of the room. Memories of the previous night
came flooding back to me. The bar, the dining room, the fight and
the mind blowing antics in the bedroom; it provoked an array of
emotions inside me. Hauling myself out of bed, I suddenly realized
that I was stark naked. Wrapping a sheet around me I made my way to
his room at the end of the hall. I didn’t pass him on my way and
the music I could hear echoing through the large white foyer told
me he was in the kitchen; the scent of pancakes told me he was
cooking breakfast. His room was empty and his bed was exactly how
we had left it the previous night: clean, crisp and perfectly
straight. A condom wrapper was discarded on the floor beside the
couch so I picked it up and searched for the bathroom to dispose of
it.
There was a white arched
door in the far corner of the room which I assumed was the
bathroom. I was right. The room was stunning. It was large and well
lit by spotlights that were sunken into the ceiling. A big
rectangular bathtub, equipped with Jacuzzi jets and a heat setting
was in the center of the room. It was on a platform and surrounded
by tiny lights fixed into the tiles. The entire room was a shade of
cream and the tiles were a brilliant and blinding gold. There were
two sinks which I took to mean they were designed for him and her,
just as the other rooms had been. The shower was big enough for two
and had tall glass doors. Walking over to the sinks, I caught a
glimpse of myself in the large golden framed mirror above
them.
Oh Layla. You are a mess
girl
. I needed a shower and a brush to
hack at my hair, badly. Staring into the mirror, I eyed the
reflection of the shower behind me.
Grabbing a towel from the
shelf on the wall, I stripped off the sheet that clung to my body
and got in. It was heaven. I set the water as hot as I could stand
it and groaned as the water pressure massaged my aching muscles.
Sex with Jared was nothing short of a work out for my body and at
the rate we were going, I’d be shedding my curves for an athletic
figure in no time. I washed my hair and spent a few moments buffing
and preening my body till I was satisfied I was clean and ready for
the day.
Drying myself, I wrapped
the towel around my chest before making my way back to the guest
room where I dressed quickly. I’d packed my best jeans and a simple
white blouse that complimented my curvy figure perfectly. I brushed
my hair and pulled it back into a tight ponytail. It was still wet
but I was starving and the smells that filled the house were
delicious. The luxury of a blow dry would simply have to wait. A
loud ringing echoed from Jared’s room and not wanting him to miss
an important call, I hurried down the hall to answer it. It was
sitting on the vintage couch vibrating and I quickly picked it up,
just as it was about to slide off the edge. Looking at the screen,
I noticed that the caller had withheld their number and curiously I
answered. “Hello? Jared?” A woman’s voice spoke down the phone and
it took me by surprise. Confused, I answered back. “Who is
this?”
The line went dead the
moment my voice travelled through the receiver. Gripping it in my
hand I stared at it. What was that all about?
My mind swirling with
unanswered questions, I made my way down stairs and the sound of
the music became clearer. The rock and roll rhythms of Elvis
reverberated through the house. Passing the dining room, I smiled
to myself as I caught a glimpse of the glass table that I had been
laying on the night before. Approaching the kitchen, I quietly
stood in the doorway. Leaning my hip on the frame, I watched him.
Dressed in sweat pants and a simple white tee, Jared stood with his
back to me, mixing some batter in a large glass bowl. The music
stopped and another song began to play: ‘Heartbreak Hotel’ by
Elvis. He was clearly a fan.
I grinned as he began to
sing loudly to the lyrics, gyrating his hips like the king himself.
I watched him with amusement. I’d almost forgotten that he was only
twenty-two years old. He carried himself in a way that was so much
older than he really was. I realized that had probably happened
when his parents died. Jared had been forced to leave his
adolescent days behind and take over his father’s business. But the
Jared in front of me now was young, carefree and very sexy. I
stifled a laugh as he began to thrash his legs around in a move I’d
seen the king perform during a music channel tribute to the man
himself.
as he watched me, scouring my face for any hint of an answer.
Taking a deep breath I sighed and gazed up at him. I leaned my hip
to one side and crossed my arms over my chest. “Well you’re right.
You are extremely impatient, bad tempered, hot headed, controlling,
complicated, irrational and argumentative. Not to mention, from
what I saw at the bar tonight you certainly are
possessive.”
He rolled his eyes at me
and held his hands in the air. “Fuck Layla, kick a guy in the
crotch will you? It’d be less painful.” Raising my hand to his lips
to silence him he arched an eyebrow at me. “But you’re also sweet,
kind, funny, romantic, passionate, playful and you make me feel
like the most desirable woman in the world when you look at me. So
for those reasons Jared, I definitely think I can handle
it.”
Holding my fingers to his
mouth he gently nipped on the pads with his teeth before planting a
soothing kiss on each one. I could feel fiery hot desire deep
inside my belly and the aching between my legs was returning with a
vengeance. The lust in his eyes called to me like a siren luring
sailors to their doom. He was my light and my destruction. His
power over me was frightening but invigorating all at
once.
Grabbing me by the waist
he pulled me to him, compressing our chests together. I could feel
the rigid stiffness of his erection against my hip as he kissed me,
driving his tongue into my mouth and seeking out my own. Letting
out a moan he began sliding down the straps of my dress, letting it
fall into a heap on the floor. Lifting me up, he used his foot to
kick it aside. His hands worked quickly to remove my bra as his
lips never left my own. We staggered backwards across the room
towards the couch and lifting me into his arms, Jared slowly
lowered me onto it, forcing our lips to part from one another. He
gazed down at me and stroked a strand of hair from my face with his
thumb. “Oh Layla you really are exquisite and from this moment on
you are mine. Mine entirely. I want your body to crave my touch, to
ache for me with a sensual and passionate need. I want to please
you in every way possible, to give you everything your heart
desires. But right now I’ll settle for some mind blowing orgasms.”
I arched my back as he trailed kisses over my breasts. Taking my
nipple into his mouth, he swirled the very tip of his tongue over
it, making it pucker and harden at his touch.
I wanted him desperately
with an insatiable need. I needed him to wash away the hurt and
angst I felt in the guest room, the feelings of deep, lingering
disappointment and fear that he was slipping through my fingers. As
if hearing my thoughts, he pulled me close to him, holding me
tightly against his body. His arms firmly across my back, he kept
me enclosed in his embrace; his intense, ferocious kisses becoming
lingering, tender and gentle with a sweet longing. Wrapping my arms
around his torso I ran my hands over his back as lust began to
engulf my senses. I was done waiting. I wanted him inside me,
bringing me my release from the tension of the evening’s
events.
I dug my nails into his
back and dragged them gently downwards to the deep and sexy dimples
on his lower back. I bit down carnivorously on his bottom lip and
he let out a primal groan, deep and husky. His eyes closed and his
head rolled back forcing my teeth to release his deliciously plump
lip. “Fuck Layla. You’re an animal. It’s driving me
crazy.”
With one swoop he flipped
me onto my front, raising my hands above my head he ran his hands
down my arms, my shoulder blades, my spine and the curve of my hip,
before sliding his thumbs into the elastic on my panties. He pulled
me down to the edge of the couch so that my feet were now touching
the floor. Lying on top of me, his hot breath was warming my face
as he spoke seductively into my ear. “Oh baby these are so
deliciously delicate I would hate to ruin them. Stay still.” His
skin exuded his arousal and an intoxicating scent of soap, sweat
and sex. It was an aromatic combination that left me feeling woozy
and light-headed but also incredibly turned on.
His fingertips trailed
gently down my neck followed by gentle and grazing kisses over my
shoulder blades and all the way down my back. I held my breath as
he nipped at the elastic waist of my panties before licking slowly
over the curve of my hip. Clamping his teeth over the delicate
lace, he gently slid one side down my hip and over my behind to my
thigh. He was playful and sexy Jared once again and I was eager to
know what else he could possibly have in store for me.
Sex with Jared was beyond
pleasurable; it was essential, almost crucial and vital to my
health. He performed the same move on the other side of my panties,
leaving them around my thighs, restricting the movement of my legs.
“You have a fine ass my lady. A very fine ass indeed. Especially
now that it belongs to me.”
I stifled a laugh. “So
you could say you own my ass?”
He snickered and nodded.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I blushed with
embarrassment but in all honesty, I was his. I certainly didn’t
want to be anyone else’s. His hands on my hips he ran his fingers
swiftly over my behind and slid my panties to my ankles. With a
hard thrust, he pushed my feet apart, leaving me wide
open.
He gently and attentively
ran his fingers up my thigh and between my legs. My clit was
throbbing, pulsing with a need for release. I was so turned on, a
simple touch would have pushed me over the edge. But Jared was a
sexpert and I was fast becoming aware of how to touch, stroke and
tease me to the point of lunacy. I hated
and
loved that about him. Sliding a
finger inside me he let out a soft moan, almost like the sound one
would make when eating something particularly delicious. “Mmmm,
baby you are so ready for me. You’re practically gushing with
anticipation for my cock.”
Panting, I wriggled my
hips urging him to move inside me but with his other hand he
grabbed me by the waist to still me. “No.” His tone was strict and
a definite warning.
He withdrew his finger
and quickly reached into his pocket before pushing down his
sweatpants, freeing his impressive erection. I heard the sound of
foil rip before slowly and steadily, he entered me. I gasped for
breath as he filled me so deep, I could feel him in the bottom of
my stomach. Leaning forward he cupped his hands over my breasts,
massaging them firmly but with a perfect tenderness. Pushing myself
up on my hands, I straightened so that I was firmly pressed against
him; my back against his rock hard abs and our hips fused in place.
Holding his hand over my right breast, he moved his left hand down
my body to my stomach pressing it with his palm, forcing us
together tightly into a standing position. His hips moved
rhythmically as he thrust himself in and out. His mouth caressed my
neck before moving to my earlobe and nipping it
teasingly.
I ran my own hand up his
neck to the back of his head and gripped a handful of his soft
hair. It was wet with sweat and I could smell the faint scent of a
fruity shampoo as I rolled my head back onto his shoulder. His hand
moved downwards from my stomach to my tender and swollen clit as he
rubbed it in time to his thrusts. My pulse spiked as a surge of
pleasure rippled through my body like lightning. My heartbeat was
pounding in my ears and his panting breath on my neck pushed me
over the edge. My legs weakened and shook as my orgasm came
crashing through me like a wave. The muscles inside me convulsed
and tightened around him. He gasped loudly, before hissing out a
breath as he found his release, calling my name. “Layla!
Fuck!”
My knees trembling, I
collapsed onto the soft couch with Jared rolling onto his back next
to me. Raising his hand to his forehead, he wiped his brow and
exhaled loudly. “Christ Layla. You’re going to kill me if you keep
going at this rate. My heart feels like it’s going to
explode.”
He was breathless and I
couldn’t take my eyes off his stunning, beautiful face. Rolling
onto his side he propped himself onto his elbow and gazed down at
me. My eyelids were getting heavy and I began to feel myself
drifting off to sleep. Wrapping me in his arms, Jared scooped me up
and carried me out of the room and down the hall to the guest room.
He laid me softly onto the bed before reaching for a blanket and
draping it over me. I expected him to leave me and return to his
room, but he didn’t. Climbing in behind me he pulled me into him,
spooning me in his arms. He pressed his lips against the back of my
head in a kiss. “Goodnight my lady.”
I sighed with pure
happiness and content. This was exactly where I wanted to be,
completely sexed out and wrapped in his arms. I almost didn’t want
to sleep for fear I’d wake up and discover it was all a dream. But
my exhaustion was growing and snuggling into the pillow, I gently
drifted under and into a deep sleep.
Chapter
19
The King And
I
me as the smell of cinnamon and maple syrup immediately stirred my
senses. Opening my eyes, I scanned the room trying to fathom where
I was. Lifting myself up on to my elbows I looked around at the
neutral magnolia walls. A large power drill was sitting on the
floor in the middle of the room. Memories of the previous night
came flooding back to me. The bar, the dining room, the fight and
the mind blowing antics in the bedroom; it provoked an array of
emotions inside me. Hauling myself out of bed, I suddenly realized
that I was stark naked. Wrapping a sheet around me I made my way to
his room at the end of the hall. I didn’t pass him on my way and
the music I could hear echoing through the large white foyer told
me he was in the kitchen; the scent of pancakes told me he was
cooking breakfast. His room was empty and his bed was exactly how
we had left it the previous night: clean, crisp and perfectly
straight. A condom wrapper was discarded on the floor beside the
couch so I picked it up and searched for the bathroom to dispose of
it.
There was a white arched
door in the far corner of the room which I assumed was the
bathroom. I was right. The room was stunning. It was large and well
lit by spotlights that were sunken into the ceiling. A big
rectangular bathtub, equipped with Jacuzzi jets and a heat setting
was in the center of the room. It was on a platform and surrounded
by tiny lights fixed into the tiles. The entire room was a shade of
cream and the tiles were a brilliant and blinding gold. There were
two sinks which I took to mean they were designed for him and her,
just as the other rooms had been. The shower was big enough for two
and had tall glass doors. Walking over to the sinks, I caught a
glimpse of myself in the large golden framed mirror above
them.
Oh Layla. You are a mess
girl
. I needed a shower and a brush to
hack at my hair, badly. Staring into the mirror, I eyed the
reflection of the shower behind me.
Grabbing a towel from the
shelf on the wall, I stripped off the sheet that clung to my body
and got in. It was heaven. I set the water as hot as I could stand
it and groaned as the water pressure massaged my aching muscles.
Sex with Jared was nothing short of a work out for my body and at
the rate we were going, I’d be shedding my curves for an athletic
figure in no time. I washed my hair and spent a few moments buffing
and preening my body till I was satisfied I was clean and ready for
the day.
Drying myself, I wrapped
the towel around my chest before making my way back to the guest
room where I dressed quickly. I’d packed my best jeans and a simple
white blouse that complimented my curvy figure perfectly. I brushed
my hair and pulled it back into a tight ponytail. It was still wet
but I was starving and the smells that filled the house were
delicious. The luxury of a blow dry would simply have to wait. A
loud ringing echoed from Jared’s room and not wanting him to miss
an important call, I hurried down the hall to answer it. It was
sitting on the vintage couch vibrating and I quickly picked it up,
just as it was about to slide off the edge. Looking at the screen,
I noticed that the caller had withheld their number and curiously I
answered. “Hello? Jared?” A woman’s voice spoke down the phone and
it took me by surprise. Confused, I answered back. “Who is
this?”
The line went dead the
moment my voice travelled through the receiver. Gripping it in my
hand I stared at it. What was that all about?
My mind swirling with
unanswered questions, I made my way down stairs and the sound of
the music became clearer. The rock and roll rhythms of Elvis
reverberated through the house. Passing the dining room, I smiled
to myself as I caught a glimpse of the glass table that I had been
laying on the night before. Approaching the kitchen, I quietly
stood in the doorway. Leaning my hip on the frame, I watched him.
Dressed in sweat pants and a simple white tee, Jared stood with his
back to me, mixing some batter in a large glass bowl. The music
stopped and another song began to play: ‘Heartbreak Hotel’ by
Elvis. He was clearly a fan.
I grinned as he began to
sing loudly to the lyrics, gyrating his hips like the king himself.
I watched him with amusement. I’d almost forgotten that he was only
twenty-two years old. He carried himself in a way that was so much
older than he really was. I realized that had probably happened
when his parents died. Jared had been forced to leave his
adolescent days behind and take over his father’s business. But the
Jared in front of me now was young, carefree and very sexy. I
stifled a laugh as he began to thrash his legs around in a move I’d
seen the king perform during a music channel tribute to the man
himself.
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