What Caroline Wants (2 page)

There was no one in the world who could stimulate her with sexual banter better than her husband.

At least, she couldn’t imagine anyone doing it better.

This man could arouse her to the point of orgasm by his dirty words alone. They were like jumper cables hooked right to her libido. To her, it was even hotter that his bedroom demeanor was markedly different from his everyday life. This was a man who rarely used a cuss word in public.

The best orgasms for both of them came with the right amount of stimulation and foreplay. Over time, Jace had encouraged her to use dirty words as well, and she did, but she wouldn’t be caught dead saying them outside the bedroom. But she knew her naughty talk worked the same way on him as it did on her—often taking him right over the edge.

She always saved it for when she was absolutely on fire for him.

Like right now.

She thrashed in frustration until he finally brought his fingers down again, circling her clit, teasing her. “Well, what will it be, beautiful Caroline? Heading to work or my hard cock inside you?”

“I want you to fuck me.” She uttered the last two words on a low, drawn-out breath as she squirmed to show him how ready she was. But instead of giving in to her demands, he plunged two fingers into her again and leaned over, taking one hard nipple into his mouth. He feasted on one, and then the other, pulling and sucking, as his fingers worked hard and fast. She plowed her hands into his thick, dark hair, forcing him tighter against her chest as she arched her hips, meeting his hand thrust for thrust. “Jace,” she moaned. “I need it harder. I want to feel all of you, everywhere.”

He broke the seal on her breast and licked his way down her stomach. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you come hard this morning, just like last night. But like I said before, I’m not going to make it easy.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. “I will lick you here.” He flicked his tongue against her clit. “But you have to wait until I’m deep inside, riding you hard, until you get to come. Do you hear me?”

Her brain was fuzzy with pleasure, but she nodded, following along with his plan.

His possessiveness made her toes curl, and her belly tightened at his words, but her body was already buzzing under his careful attention. He was right, she was going to have a huge orgasm. She wasn’t sure she could wait. She let go of his hair and stretched her arms out, grasping on to the covers, fisting her hands tightly as his talented tongue hit her in the perfect place over and over again. As he licked, his fingers continued to draw in and out slowly, abrading the sensitive ridges inside. Caroline arched her back and rode his mouth, rocking her hips against him as he fucked her with his hand.

The pleasure was building quickly, and it felt like she’d never come down.

* * *

Jace gazed down on his hot wife and shook his head in wonder. Her long blonde hair was splayed over the rumpled sheets. Her perfect breasts were peaked and heaving, the small, round, pink areolas wet from his tongue. Her face was fresh from her morning shower and glowing with its usual flawlessness without a stitch of makeup.

She was divine, and he was going to ride her slow and hard.

They hadn’t been so playful with each other in a long time, and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.

He always craved her, but seeing her so eager and hearing her sexy words made him want to plunge deep and erupt instantly. His Southern wife was so proper most of the time, so when she allowed her raunchy side to show, it was pure heaven.

It made him even harder thinking about what he was going to get her to say next. “Are you ready for me, Care?” He angled himself over her, grabbing the base of his cock, teasing the tip along her wetness. “Tell me how ready you are. I need to know how hard you want it.” He edged her thighs open and pushed the head into her opening and drew back, and then again.

“Oh, you are the devil himself this morning, Jason,” Caroline answered. “I’m so ready I could orgasm right now if you just talked dirty to me for a few more minutes. Say something with the word ass in it, if you could be so kind.”

Jace chuckled. “You want me to tell you how I want to grab on to your nice, perfect ass and roll you up, so I can plow myself deep?” She groaned and slid her hands over her own breasts, kneading them and twisting the pink peaks in front of him. It was all he could do not to drive his cock in to the hilt. “I want to know how much you want me inside you, Caroline. Tell me how badly you want my big cock.” He rocked the tip against her again, sliding it up and down over her clit. “Come on, tell me.”

“Instead of telling you, how about I just show you?” She eased her back off the bed, her firm abs clenching as she brought a hand down between her thighs and parted her wetness for him with two fingers. “This is how badly I want you, Jason. I’m drenched waiting for you to fuck me senseless. I want to come so bad I might die. Do it now, or so help me, I’ll get the vibrator and you can watch me fuck myself.”

Jace tossed his head back and uttered a guttural cry.

Caroline had changed the game.

She rarely did that.

She was usually content to play along with his banter, taking on a more passive role. But occasionally, if she was hot enough, she would do something like this, and it drove him bat-shit crazy.

It was more than lighter fluid—it was sexual napalm.

Without waiting one more second, he drove into her, her fingers still opening the entrance wide for him. He gloved himself to the hilt, and true to his words, he rolled her up on the bed and ground himself into her, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he pumped frantically.

She called his name.

He was close. He was going to have to slow down if he wanted to make this last, like he promised. This was the kind of sex that was meant to be savored and enjoyed.

With effort, he stilled, keeping himself locked inside her, panting.

She brought both her hands up and ran them across his chest, stopping to take his nipples between her fingers. He shuddered in pleasure. “You are a temptress, Caroline.” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was all he could manage. “You have the face of an angel and the heart of a dominatrix. You are the perfect mix of woman for me.”

“Glad to hear it.” She wiggled beneath him, causing friction between them. “Now quit taking your own sweet time and slam your cock into me, please.”

He groaned and did as she asked, bringing her legs up and over his shoulders. Then he tugged her to the edge of their bed, making damn sure they stayed firmly connected.

Their bed stood high off the ground for this very reason. He was tall and loved fucking his wife standing up. They’d shopped around to find a bed that fit the bill, which hadn’t been easy since he was six-three.

He began to thrust again as he eased her thighs wider apart, while keeping her legs firmly draped over his shoulders, spreading her wide open. She moaned in pleasure as he drew in and out, bringing the tip almost all the way out so his head rubbed against her, then back in faster.

She brought her hips up to meet him.

“Do you need it harder?” he rasped, finding it hard to form words.

“Yes,” she answered, her eyes closed. “I need it harder. So much harder.”

He began a pounding rhythm, shaking the headboard.

He watched as her luscious tits bounced in unison with his thrusts. They were honestly the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. Her skin was honey-colored, now flushed with heat. She was so sexy, he couldn’t get enough. “You feel so damn good.”

“Jace,” she murmured. “Just like that. I’m almost there.” Her head rocked back and forth.

“Don’t you even think of coming, Care,” he panted, slowing down. “I’m not done yet. I want you to tell me what got you so excited this morning. Say it out loud. Was it our discussion”—another thrust—“or was it the way Michael’s hand lingered on Piper’s thigh last night? I know you saw that.” Jace seated himself against her and rocked his pelvis until she cried out. “Or the way Michael described their sexual encounters”—he pulled out and slammed back in—“as erotic, hot, wet, and the most dynamic pleasure he’s ever experienced?” Jace gripped Caroline’s tight ass as he watched himself slide in and out of her with each delicious pull. He was on the verge of coming, and he knew she was, too. Sweat coated each of their bodies, making them gleam. “Or was it when we watched them leave and saw Michael push Piper up against the garage and take her mouth hard, and we both couldn’t look away?”

Caroline broke apart underneath him, clenching her sheath against his cock as she came.

A few more thrusts, and he was right behind her, burying himself inside while he yelled her name, pressing his face in her neck.

He loved her smell.

He loved everything about her.

2

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T
here was a knock at the back door. It was noon and Caroline was just getting ready to have lunch. “Who’s there?” Caroline called as she got up from her desk. Her office was just off the den, about ten paces from the kitchen.

It could be only one of three people.

Either it was her mother-in-law, who liked to walk around and investigate things before she decided to enter the house, or it was Michael or Piper Collins.

The closest route to the Collins’ house was through the back door. As Caroline entered the spacious kitchen, which was decorated in a contemporary style with blacks, whites, blues, and grays, Piper opened the back door and poked her head in.

“Is this an okay time?” Piper asked. “Are you busy?”

“I’m not busy at all. Come on in.” Caroline gestured for her best friend to enter. “My website is down for maintenance today, so I’m just doing paperwork.” Caroline ran a small stationery business out of her home. She sold her one-of-a-kind designs, printed on various cardstock, directly to her customers from the manufacturer’s warehouse.

Piper entered and shut the door behind her. She was taller than Caroline by a good four inches and had a long, beautiful mane of chestnut hair and a pair of sparkling hazel eyes. She was beautiful and always managed to make Caroline feel underdressed. Today Piper wore a pale pink sundress with strappy leather sandals Caroline knew were designer.

Caroline walked over to the island, which took up a good chunk of space in the middle of the kitchen, and fingered her ponytail absentmindedly, wishing she’d at least worn jeans today instead of her usual sweats. It was a silly thought, since she and Piper had been friends since the very first day she and Jace had moved in five years ago, and Piper had seen her in her “work-from-home outfit” too many times to count. Not dressing up was the biggest perk of not working in an office.

But today she felt more inadequate than usual.

“Is it too early to drink?” Piper asked smoothly as she slid into one of the leather barstools next to the island. “It’s only noon, or I would’ve brought over a vat of wine. Instead, I’m going to have to do this sober. I’ll get right down to it and not waste your time. I, hand to the Almighty above”—she thumped her hand over her heart—“wish that Michael had never brought up our personal stuff last night. I’m
so
sorry. I was wildly uncomfortable, and I’ve been unbelievably embarrassed all day. I hardly even know what to do with myself—and, believe me, that’s a rarity. I know you must think we’re heathens or sexual perverts, and because of that I apologize from the bottom of my soul. Had it been
my
choice”—she placed a finger on her chest—“that would’ve stayed private until the day we died.”

Caroline blushed at her friend’s confession, remembering all the details Michael had spilled last night, her fingers trailing over the gray-and-white-veined granite. She couldn’t fault her friend for not confiding in her. Caroline had never broached the topic of sex in all their years of friendship. It wasn’t her style. “Honestly, Piper, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your decisions are your own. Jace and I are not ones to judge anyone’s behavior. Whatever you and Michael choose to do behind closed doors is your business.”

“I know. But I also know you, and you believe that up to a point. But this is different. This isn’t just me deciding to cut my hair or dye it black like I did a few years ago. Or even me deciding to have an affair with another man. This is something that marks us as
different
. This is the kind of information that changes friendships forever. If Michael had admitted he committed a gruesome murder last night, I think it would’ve been easier to swallow than admitting we get our rocks off with other people.”

Caroline couldn’t help but laugh.

Her friend had that effect on her. Piper knew how to diffuse a situation faster than anyone she’d ever met, and she was one of the wittiest people on earth. “I wouldn’t go that far. Having a few…consensual encounters is a lot different than killing someone.”

“Okay, then how about killing someone’s dog?” Piper appeared miserable. She rested her arms on the counter and settled her head on them face first, like she was a kid in elementary school. “And I won’t blame you if you want nothing to do with us ever again.” Her voice was muffled. “Believe me, after the first time, I didn’t want anything to do with us either.”

Caroline pulled out a stool and sat, placing a hand on her friend’s back. “To tell you the truth, I’m actually dying of curiosity.” She leaned closer to Piper, who was still hunched over. “We’ve known each other for a long time, and you’ve never once mentioned anything like this. Not even a whisper. And I don’t blame you. I’ve never been one to kiss and tell. But, I have to tell you, I’ve always pictured swingers to be…I don’t know…less put together.” Caroline began to giggle. She tried to stifle her laughter, but failed as she continued with, “Which is totally ridiculous. I know swingers aren’t total degenerates. I just never thought they’d live…you know, next door to me…and be so…I don’t know…fun.”