Bound (Bound Hearts #1) (8 page)

“Stop! Courtland! Oh my goodness! Please!”

She was panting and puffs of her breath splashed on my face. I couldn’t remember smiling so big, and she was laughing and coughing, trying to get her bearings.

My hand stayed attached to her hip, kneading the soft flesh where her shirt had visibly risen. Her eyes were closed, and a smile played on her face.

“Paybacks are-

I couldn’t resist, she lo
oked so damned hot and tempting. I leaned down and placed my lips on hers. Gently at first. I didn’t want to scare her, but I licked the crease of her lips easily and softly sucking in her bottom lip. The sweet bitter taste of the wine on her lips was making me taste her just a bit more. Her breaths became heavy and her chest was heaving, bringing her breasts up to my chest. I brought myself to my elbows, laying almost all the way on top of her. Her nipples were rubbing on my chest and she was writhing like a cat, just to feel the friction against them.

Her body was demanding satisfaction. I could feel the piercings through the shirt and I was desperate to see them. Her hips were on the sides of mine and she had clutched my shirt to bring me closer
, and to deepen the kiss. I tongued her closed lips and she instantly obeyed. I swept my tongue across her teeth before tasting the sweet inside of her mouth.

If her lips tasted so good
, I wondered how good her pussy would taste against my lips. My hips jerked in response to the thought and her body took it, rubbing her jean clad middle against mine. She hissed, as she mated her mouth with mine and the kisses became more passionate. I tugged her shirt up, and over her head. She didn’t object, just threw it over her head and sucked my lips back to hers.

Damn. She felt fucking amazing. I unclasped the front closure of her cotton bra that left nothing to the imagination and peeled the soft cups from her breasts. I took my lips from hers and looked down at her tits. Fuck. She
had two small hoops through both nipples and it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I trailed kisses down her chin, the line of her jaw, and down her neck. I inhaled the sweet pomegranate of her shampoo and sucked hard on her neck.

“Courtland. Please.” Her voi
ce was frantic and her hands were gripping the shit out of my hair. It hurt like hell, but felt so damn good. I bit her again, then lapped the love bite with my tongue. I moved down, leaving marks all the way to her nipple. Her breasts were plump and made for my hand. I shifted myself so I could play with one nipple ring, tugging on it gently and making her body writhe in pleasure. I teased the other with my mouth. Licking around the ring, sucking the whole areola in my mouth, before closing the jewelry between my lips, pulling and making her gasp and whimper.

“Sweet mother.”

Oh, yeah. I released my mouth, then moved to the other. I knew I made the one I just played with just a bit sore. So, as I made love to the other nipple, I massaged around the ring and then traveled my hand down to cup her heat. My mouth went back to her lips for a deep, but brief kiss, before I looked down at her.

“Adelaide?”

Her eyes had been closed, mouth open in ecstasy and waiting for my next move.

“Adelaide.”

Then, they flashed open, heavy lidded with desire and I knew she was into this as much as I was.

She knew the question I was asking. My hand had started massag
ing deep into her jeans, rubbing the lining of the crotch in her jeans against her clit.

“Yes, please Courtland
, yes.”

That’s all I needed before planting my lips on hers
deep and hard. I was undoing her belt, button and zipper and I slid my hands underneath her panties to pull them over her hips. She shoved her Converse’s off with her toes, and I didn’t waste any time divesting her of her jeans and panties. The silky curls nestled at the apex of her thighs were neatly trimmed and I wrapped her legs around my hips and stood up. She wound her arms around my neck, pushing her breasts against my chest and latched onto my neck with her teeth.

Fuck.
She sure gave as good as she got, because I felt her teeth clamp down, and damn, if it didn’t almost make me cum in my jeans. She was wrapped around me like ivy. I walked up the stairs and into my room, where the light from the outside lights, shone through the cracks of the curtains. I laid her on my king size bed, stood back and whipped my shirt over my head. My dick felt so fucking tight in my jeans. I couldn’t wait to taste the sweet syrup I felt rubbing against me on the trip up the stairs. Looking down at the beautiful sight before me, Adelaide lying on my bed like a goddess, body flushed, tits swaying gently with each rise of her chest, and her juices soaking her curls and inner thighs. I reached down to release myself from the tightening confines of my denim.

Adelaide

He was unbuckling his leather belt, and I was sprawled out naked on his bed, leaning up on my elbows. Never had a guy play with my nipple piercings before. At least any that felt so electric and tantalizing.

I should know better. I wanna blame the wine. But hell if I could find a reason not to see what this night could bring.

Taking my time, I perused his body from where he stood. His jean clad thighs wore the denim perfectly. They sculpted them lovingly and it cupped the impressive bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans. My eyes flashed to the nightmare I had last night, about taking Courtland in my mouth and where it lead to. Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a few breathes to get the sick image from my mind.

“Adelaide? You okay?”

I opened my eyes quickly, looking at where he had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, where a trail of hair disappeared into. No tattoo there. No cross. Breathe in. Breathe out. You’re fine. Smiling, I looked at Courtland and nodded.

“Yes, I’m-wait.” Looking at his left pectoral muscle, my name was scrawled above his nipple in thick black lettering. “You have my name on your chest?” I rocketed my eyes back to his with confusion and shock. “Why?”

One hand massaged the area where my name was inked, and he shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. “You and JR are my family. JR’s name is on my shoulder blade. You were everything to me.”

I noticed he said ‘were’ not are. I wonder, if I was everything to him, why did he leave me? Without saying good-bye, or a letter. Something telling me that he cared. Instead he gets my name inked on his chest and I’m supposed to what? Accept it?

Sigh.

Don’t let this be anything than what it is, Addy-girl. Sex. You’re having a sexual crisis and it needs to be taken care of. You’re horny as a madwoman who hasn’t had a man in years and this is just what you need to get the sexual crisis out of the way. Courtland is every woman’s wet dream. Cut, rippling muscles with the words Semper Fidelis written on his ribs that ended at his hip bone. The ink covering his arms didn’t look any different than what I
’ve seen when I was a girl. Sleeves of colorful ink ran up his arms. I knew his back was just as impressive.

Nodding
, I just watched as his eyes glazed over with lust and he hefted his jeans over his hips, along with his boxer briefs. When he stood back up, his erection was flexing off his pelvic bone, long, and thick. And holy shit-he was pierced.
There.
That Prince Albert piercing is gonna be so good. My inner thighs clenched at the thought of that barbell hitting my cervix. I don’t think that’s gonna fit.

He chuckled and gripped his member with one hand and gave it a few pumps. “It’ll fit just fine.”

Fuck! My eyes widened. Did I say that out loud?
Em-barrassing
. Ugh. I threw my head back and covered my eyes with my fore arm.

“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I said that out loud.” Laughing, I shook my head.

“It’s okay. You have a beautiful laugh. I love hearing it. Just as long as it’s not laughter regarding my dick, laugh all you want.”

That stopped me. I peeked up at him under my arm
, and he had placed one knee on the bed, ready to advance. His smile was so wickedly handsome, quirked up on one side, flashing a bit of white teeth. His hand clasped my ankles, bending my legs before spreading them wide. Opening my flesh up to his searing hot gaze, and baring me completely to him. I felt open and exposed, but not just literally. He wasn’t looking at my vagina like I thought he would do, his eyes were locked on mine, waiting for me to uncover my eyes.

I took a deep breath and placed my arm to my side. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he scooted himself further between the v of my legs. His rough calloused hands coasted up my shins, over my knees, and I could feel the tingling sensations making my skin feel sensitized as he made his way to my hips. Then
, he lifted himself over me, one hand braced on one side of my head, the other skimming over the softness of my stomach, between the valley of my breasts and around my throat. Courtland’s thumb played with the pulse in my neck that I knew was beating wildly and erratically. I felt the tip of his penis and the barbell sliding across my slit. He was teasing, testing the wetness of my entrance and I could feel myself so close to exploding. My skin felt alive, the nerve endings firing lava hot sparks.

H
e bent down to kiss the corner of my lips. Skimming a line down my body, leaving a hot trail of moist kisses as he placed his face at the juncture of my legs.

No one has ever went down on me. Just as I had never went down on any one, willingly. I thought that act
was the most grotesque and unsensual, that I actually started feeling myself get nauseated.

“No, not that.”

He immediately stopped. Braced himself on his hands, as he looked at me questioningly.

“Just, please. Not that.”

I knew I was ruining what mood we were having, but he was still hard and he brought his mouth up to mine and kissed me tenderly. Sweetly. But I didn’t want sweet and tender. I didn’t want to feel like I needed to be babied. I wanted Courtland. I wanted his body. I needed him to take me. I gripped the short hairs on his head and turned our kiss harder. He didn’t complain or falter. He went right with it.

“Courtland. I need you inside me. Now.”

With that, he paused.

“Fuck.”

“Yes, please.”

He laughed and shook his head against my chest. “Babe, I don’t have condoms. I wasn’t
exactly expecting to take it this far. Well, outside of my imagination anyway. I’m sorry.”

No way. No way was he leaving me unsatisfied. I needed him to fuck me. I was already desperate for it. “I’m on birth control. I was tested the last time
I went to my doctor. I’m clean, Courtland. I’ve always made the men I had wear condoms. Always. I’m
dying
here.”

“I’ve never been with a woman without one. I get tested after every time I have a woman. I’m clean
, too. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want-

“Yes. It’s okay
, Courtland. I want. Very much.”

He moved a hand between my legs and sifted his fingers to test my readiness. Even though he didn’t have a condom, I was p
robably gonna regret doing this later. I wanted him like I have never wanted anything before though, and kill me if I was going to stop this now.

I had to get on birth control for my horrendously heavy periods, and after a year of having the implant in my arm, my periods were light only lasting a few days. He didn’t need to know that
, but any guy that wanted to have sex with me, if he didn’t have a condom, I kicked him to the curb. I trusted Courtland. Probably more than I should have.

But I was already at the point of no return. I wasn’t going to deny myself this. When I was a girl, any chick that had been on his arm, (not that they stayed there for long), always praised how good he was in bed. At the time, I hadn’t considered him more than a best friend
, so their praise just made me squirm uncomfortably. I was ready to find out now.

“You’re so damn beautiful Adelaide.”

Courtland rubbed the wetness from my entrance and circled my clit. Yes. This is what I needed. I usually had such a hard time getting off without clitoral stimulation. I never complained, but sometimes I just ended up faking it, so it would be over.

Courtland was pressing down on my nub with circular motions and my inner muscles tightened at the pleasure. He spread my legs wide with his hands, and rubbed my arousal on my inner thighs and across the curls on my vagina. He
finally
(thank God), positioned himself and staring into my eyes with his burning emerald ones, he thrust all the way in to the hilt.

“Agh! Oh. God.” It didn’t really hurt
, but damn, I was not expecting him to just-
fuck
-fill me all the way up in one hard thrust.

“Shit. You’re fucking tight.”

“Ha. Eh, it’s been a while.”

That seemed to catch him off guard. “How long is a while, exactly? Like weeks, months-

“Years. Almost two years.”

He was still inside me, the lengthy hardness flexing inside and I squeezed him tightly with my vaginal muscles.

He hissed out a ‘fuck yes’ and I told him, “Please, move already.”

Laughing
, he steadied himself on his elbows, and looked at me with that sexy smirk of his. “Dammit woman. I’ve never been bareback with a woman before and I swear, if I have to move a fucking centimeter, I’m gonna unload ever bit of my fucking cum in your pussy. Gimme a damn second. Your body feels absolutely perfect. Jesus. So tight around my dick. You waited almost two years and I for sure as hell ain’t gonna be an eight second ride. My dick thanks you though for waiting. Yes, that’s it. Squeeze my dick just like that. Fuck me. That’s amazing.”

I gave him a few mor
e squeezes with my muscles and his hips bucked up against me. The barbell inside me hit that spot most women only read about in books. Hell, I should know. No one ever hit that spot on me, so I could believe that crap only happened in romance books. Guess I was wrong.

“Do that again. With your hips. Your barbell.”

He moved back a little, then swiveled his hips as he slammed home. That was all it took.

I saw white hot sparks flash against my closed eyelids and felt the warmth of my release as I came.

“Fucking hell. Soak my dick, baby. Fuck, your pussy is on fire. Damn, that feels perfect. Milk it baby. Lemma feel all your juice covering my dick. Are you ready for more?”

Nodding my head yes, h
e moved in earnest. His cock kept curving to hit my spot and each time, I felt something coming undone inside me. He pumped his hips into mine, a steady easy pace and he came down to crush his lips on mine. Taking each cry and whimper into his mouth. I could feel my body peaking again, I took deep breaths through my nose. I wanted this to last. That first orgasm didn’t take long and I really wanted him to take me over again. He wasn’t laying directly on top of me, but with each thrust, he pushed my body up, making my breasts sway and hit his chest, rubbing the hoops on my nipples on his and my eyes were crossing and rolling back in ecstasy.

His lips came off mine, “Come for me again
, Adelaide. You’re pussy loves my cock. Taking me to the hilt and squeezing the life out of it. So good. I want to feel you come again. You know you can. Give me another one.”

“Yes. Yes. More Courtland. Harder.”

He kissed me one more time, hard and rough before sitting back on his haunches, lifting my hips from the bed, and laid my body open on his. This new openness let him hit me in a different angle and he brought his hand down, rubbing my clit with his thumb. He was moving his thumb back and forth, as I felt the tip of his dick hit my g-spot over and over. I felt it hit me hard, and I came again. Hard.

Two orgasms
, and I was feeling languid and drunk on what he was doing to my body. He was still very erect and hard inside me.

“Are you going to?”

“What? Come? Baby, I want you feeling so good, you’ll never forget who was taking this pussy.”

Yeah. Like that was ever possible. The only time I’ve ever come
, is when I used a toy. Or the stuff Dash taught me. Shit, get that guy out of your head. I wouldn’t forget this anytime soon. Or ever.

“Who’s taking this pussy Adelaide?” His irises were so dark
, they were almost black as his lust was hitting a new high. He thrust his hips harder into me. I knew I was crying out with the sensitivity between my legs. I was squirming and shaking.

“Adelaide Claudette.” He commanded my name with steel lust and strength.

My eyes focused on his as he repeated himself. “Who’s taking this pussy, Adelaide?”

“You. Courtland. You. Oh God, I can’t take it anymore. So sensitive. Ah…Oh my God.” I felt my vagina clutch and suck him deeper inside.

“That’s right, baby. I’m taking this pussy. I need one more Adelaide. Gimme one more. Your tight little wet pussy is sucking my dick deep inside. It loves feeling my dick taking it.”

“I can’t Courtland. God this is-

I couldn’t believe that was my voice, shaking, quivering. Knowing he wanted me to give him another orgasm. I didn’t know if I had another in me. I felt utterly done for. I could feel the arousal of my orgasm spreading over my upper inner thighs and I looked up to see his pubic area slick from my heat. I have never been as wet and ready as I was now.

“Yes you can. Here.” He pulled out of me, leaving me empty.

“Wait. What? Why did you-

He shuffled off the bed and using the strength God gave him, pulled my body to the edge and my hips and rear were off the bed, held on by
his strong rough hands.

He hooked my legs in the crease of his elbows, splaying my
-thighs open wide where the heat of my desire was dripping and coating my entrance, waiting for his entry. His hands gripped my hips firmly and the head of his penis grazed my clit, I felt my body convulse. He took the whole tip in his firm grip and looking down to it, I saw a bead of white dripping from head. He squeezed himself just a bit harder. As his cum was seeping out, he smeared it across my clit. Rubbing my sensitive nub in circular motions, I was just about to tell him to fuck me already when he slowly, agonizingly, penetrated my opening.