What Caroline Wants (10 page)

“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.

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C
aroline’s phone rang. It was in her purse, which was on the passenger seat beside her. She’d been thinking of other things while she drove home, so the sound had surprised her. She knew it was Jace without even looking at it. He didn’t have his own special ring tone because so very few people called her cell. But she had no doubt it was him.