Cured by Pleasure (8 page)

She could feel him shaking from the orgasm almost as much as she was. It took little prompting from him for her to ease down until she lay prone on the bed. He kept his hips pressed on top of hers but moved his chest and head to rest beside her.

“I’ll move in just a minute,” he panted out the promise. “Just give me a sec. Can’t…breathe…”

She just nodded. She swore she’d seen black dots flickering around the edges of her vision when she’d come that last time. Her legs were still shaky; though, the rest of her body was limp. She could feel a bit of a smile tugging at her lips with the knowledge he was obviously just as shaky and limp as she was.

Beck grunted as he rolled off her until he was on his back beside her. He threw one arm over his eyes and just lay there. She could hear him still working on catching his breath and felt the tug at her lips again.

“I’ll get up in a sec,” he promised again; though, he made no move to put action to words.

She leaned over and kissed his chest, tasting the salty earthy scent of his sweat on her tongue. “Who needs to move?”

“Don’t want you to wake up sticky,” he murmured, and she had little doubt he was already slipping into sleep, which was funny. Now that she’d caught her breath, she was wide awake.

She sat up beside him and patted his chest when he reached out to tug her back down beside. “I need the bathroom,” she whispered.

“There’s one right there,” he pointed toward a door she hadn’t seen.

“I’ll be back,” she said as she eased away.

He grumbled under his breath, but that was it as he kept his arm over his eyes and seemed to sink deeper into the mattress as he relaxed. His cock still glistened from the combination of their releases as did his face. He was the one who needed cleaned up, so he wouldn’t wake up sticky.

She stepped into the bathroom and found a clean pile of washcloths in the cabinet beside the shower. A stack of towels was beside it, and she decided to take a quick shower after she cleaned him up.

After wetting a washcloth with warm water and soap, she headed back out to Beck and wiped his face gently clean first before moving lower to his softened cock. He was no less beautiful when not sexually aroused. In fact, he might just be more appealing to her. She was still trying to convince herself she could walk away from them if they decided it was over, when he rolled over toward her.

“What?” she whispered the question when he murmured something to her. When he murmured again, she leaned in closer and swore she felt her heart expand at his half asleep confession.

“Falling in love with you,” he mumbled. “Falling in love.”

And as he slipped deeper into sleep, she stepped back into the bathroom to deal with emotions she wasn’t sure any of them were really ready for.

Chapter Seven

The hot water was heaven on Deja’s skin, but it couldn’t touch the chaos of her mind or her emotions. Beck thought he was falling in love with her? Had she heard that right? Because, God help her, she wanted it to be truth just so she wasn’t the only one falling. They’d only known each other three weeks and only in the social setting of the office. This was their first night together. It was too early for thoughts or feelings along those lines. Wasn’t it?

As she blinked her eyes open, the bathroom door swung wide on the opposite side of the bathroom from Beck’s room, and Asher stepped in. He paused as he saw her through the clear glass panels of the shower, his gaze settling on her breasts under the spray of water. He licked his lips before stepping closer and leaning against the wall.

“Did I wake you?” she asked as she finally shut the water off. “I didn’t mean to.”

He slid the shower door open and held a towel out to her. She dried briskly, feeling his eyes following every stroke of the cloth on her skin before she wrapped it around her and tucked the ends between her breasts. He took her hand to help her step out on the rug, only then did he answer her.

“I heard you and Beck,” he said, clearing his throat.

She could see desire in his eyes, and a glance down his body showed the bulge of his cock beneath his boxer briefs.

“I’m sure you could have joined us.” She shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t certain of the rules or the way things worked just yet, but they’d already all been together once. So, it just made sense.

“I watched for a minute,” he admitted, and she jerked her gaze to his in surprise. She hadn’t known he was watching. He licked his lips again. “I watched him make that ass of yours blush red from his hand. Watched how much you enjoyed it. It made me wonder what you’d allow me to do.”

“What do you want to do?” She swallowed the nervousness as she watched him.

“What would you say if I told you I wanted to tie you spread eagle on my bed and touch every inch of you? That I wanted to suck and bite on your tits, then fuck my cock between them while I pushed them together? That I want to fuck you until you’re begging me to release your bonds just so you can claw at me for something to hold on to because the pleasure will be that intense.”

She swallowed again, but not from nervousness. She liked a rougher touch on her breasts, liked them pinched, liked the sharp edge of a firmer bite than a soft nip. It triggered things in her. Sometimes she’d even come just from rough breast play.

“What would you say if I said I dare you?” Where the challenge came from she wasn’t sure, but she voiced it nonetheless.

He took her hand and gently pulled her into his bedroom, shutting the bathroom door behind her and pinning her against it.

“Be sure, Deja,” he crooned at her ear before licking the lobe and catching it between his teeth for a sharp tug. “Be very sure before I tie you to my bed.”

She pushed away from him and walked over to his bed, taking in the messy covers and the silk lined cuffs thrown on top of them. She snagged them with her finger and turned back to him. “Are these what you want to use?”

He nodded, and she swore she saw his cock jerk against the band of his boxer briefs.

She clicked one cuff on her wrist and tested the feel. She wouldn’t be able to slip out, but the cuff wouldn’t hurt her in any way. There was a long chain between the two cuffs that she assumed he wrapped around something to tether her to the bed. She untucked the towel and let it drop to the floor before climbing into the center of his bed. There she saw the place in his headboard where the chain would go through. It would give her the ability to move around a bit, rolling over and such while still keeping her from controlling anything he did. And didn’t that just turn her on!

She slid the chain through and lay back as she pulled the cuff around and laid her wrist in it. “Bind me,” she demanded, and Asher finally seemed to unstick from the floor. He moved to sit beside her on the bed.

He lifted her wrist to his mouth and placed a soft kiss there before lowering it once more and locking it into the cuff. He stood and stepped back just looking at her.

“You are so beautiful, Deja,” he whispered with reverence in his voice. His gaze was almost a physical caress as he stroked it over her from head to toe and back up again as he pushed the boxers from his body and stepped forward to join her.

“So are you,” she assured him as she eyed his masculine body—long legs, broad shoulders, and a cock that had her mouth watering for a taste of him.

“You want this?” He gripped his dick and held it out toward her, his palm stroking up and down the shaft slowly. Teasing her.

She licked her lips. “Yes,” she moaned.

He moved to his knees on the bed, and she sat up a bit as he slid closer to her. His strong fingers gripped the top of the headboard, as he canted his hips in close to her. He reached down with one hand and held his cock for her waiting mouth.

She took the tip between her lips and sucked him in. They both moaned at how good it felt. She sucked and worked her tongue over him as he managed to hold himself completely still for her. She moved her head back and forth eager to take more of him in her mouth, to suck and taste as much of him as she could consume. She swirled her tongue, probing at the place where the head tapered into the shaft, and tapped it.

He jerked then, trying to pull back from her, and she gripped him with her teeth. Their eyes met and held.

“Whatever you do, I’ll do the same to you.” His glance fell to her nipples as if showing her exactly where his vengeance would play out.

She nipped him harder, biting just enough to ensure he felt the edge of her teeth before sucking over it.

His cock spurted a bit of pre-cum in her mouth, and she used her tongue to probe the slit in the top for more. He had a sweet taste to him as if he might have a sweet tooth. It was different from the salty flavor of Beck, but no less addictive. She stroked, sucked and already felt the need to use her hands to grip him and hold him in place.

He pulled back from her with a smile, and she knew he could tell she wanted to touch him. He edged back from her then, shifting over her until his knees were on either side of her hips. His hands took her breasts, cupping and molding them, while his thumbs rubbed over the turgid nipples. He plumped and lifted, rubbed and tapped. Then, holding her gaze captive with his, he pinched both of her nipples and gave them a slight twist.

She arched up off the bed, almost dislodging him as she did her best to temper her cry. She didn’t want anyone to interrupt the play they were having. They both needed to see just how far the other was willing to go.

“Have you ever used nipple clamps?” The question tumbled from his lips as he continued to pinch and tug, keeping the nerves taut with just a slight edge of pain.

She shook her head.

“I’d like to use them on you one day. Suck your nipples until they’re so hard you swear nothing could make them harder, more sensitive…until you feel the bite of that first clamp. The sharp pain will turn to a slight burn as you adjust to it…until I tug on it and reawaken the pain. And when I finally release your nipples and use my mouth to cool the sensitive tissue, you’ll come,” his eyes met hers, “from nothing more than my mouth on your nipple. You’ll come and beg me to do it again and again and again.”

He had her panting for breath already, eager to try them, to let him do whatever he wanted for the orgasm he promised.

He shook his head. “Not this time, Deja. Soon.” He pinched her nipples and tugged them straight up in the air toward him, making her arch her back off the mattress.

“When I get my mouth on you, it might take me hours to get my fill. The whole time my cock was buried in your pussy I wanted these in my mouth. They were like bright red berries tempting me to taste them.”

She moaned as he released her nipples, only to rub over them with his thumbs. His cock twitched against her belly. She could feel the heat of his shaft and wanted it in her mouth again or her pussy. “Don’t tease me, Asher,” she begged.

“Teasing is half the fun,” he promised in a velvety voice. He ran his fingers up her arms, leaning closer over her as he did, until their fingers were twined and his mouth hovered over hers. “Teasing is some of the best foreplay you can experience,” he vowed as he licked over her jaw line and nipped at the bottom corner of her mouth. “But I plan to please as well.” He nipped the center of her bottom lip, scraping it with his teeth. “I plan to make sure we’re both well pleased.”

She opened her lips on a moan, and he dove inside, pillaging her mouth with his tongue. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and then gripped it with his teeth, giving it a slight nip before releasing it to trail back to her jaw and up to her ear.

“I’ve been dreaming of this since the day you walked into my life.”

She had too. Not this specifically, as she’d had no idea of the things he’d want to do. But she’d dreamed of being with him, them, and was finding the reality so much better than she’d ever anticipated. “I ache,” she whispered to him.

“Where do you ache?”

“My breasts,” she panted. “My nipples ache.”

“Where else?” he demanded.

“My pussy,” she answered. “My pussy aches for you.”

He moved down her body quickly, his cock grazing her clit as he sprawled between her thighs and spread sucking kisses over her chest. His hands plumped the sides of her breasts and pushed them together before he took both nipples in his mouth and sucked hard.

She came off the bed with a quiet moan, pressing deeper, wanting more.

“Bite me,” she begged, and he obliged, nipping and tugging at her flesh with his teeth.

“Suck me.” She was pleading for more and didn't care.

He released both her nipples only to turn his full attention to her right one. He sucked, taking in a good portion of her breast and sucking it as well. He tongued her, scraped with his teeth, and went about torturing her with pleasure as his fingers tormented the other breast. Then he switched. Back and forth he went between them, working her closer and closer to orgasm.

She was jerking up against him, seeking any pressure on her clit to help her find the release building inside her. “Fuck me, Asher. Please, fuck me,” she cried out.

He popped off a swollen nipple and reprimanded her with a sharp nip of his teeth in retaliation for making him stop. “Condom,” he panted.

She met his eyes and said the one thing she felt would get her what she wanted. “Beck didn’t use one.”

His eyes flared before he pulled her legs up and thrust home. Her hands gripped the chain between the cuffs as she pulled at her bonds. She wanted to touch him, to scratch him, mark him with her teeth and nails. It was probably a good thing he had her bound and unable to follow through on the desire.

“Asher,” she moaned his name as he rode her hard and fast. “I’m so close. Make me come. Make me come.”

He grit his teeth, and she could see the chords in his neck as he continued to pound into her. She wanted to reach down and rub her clit, just a touch was all she needed to go over the edge. “Asher!” she begged.

“Not yet,” he panted out. “More. I need more.” He pulled out, his forehead touching hers as he struggled to control his breathing.