Chapter 5 Hope #3
I wrapped a blanket around me then ran to the window and tossed it open. Light caught my eye and I saw him standing at the end of my yard, shrouded in dark shadow.
The phone in my hand vibrated and I glanced down.
Justice
I can see your gorgeous breasts from here
I hesitated before responding.
Hope
Have you been there the whole time?
Justice
No. I made a quick run across when you said you liked my tattoos.
Hope
That’s a bold assumption on your part.
Justice
To be clear, I never expected an invitation. I just wanted to be close to you.
I melted like ice cream on a hot summer’s day.
Justice
You want to put on a show for me, baby?
Hope
What about the photographers?
Justice
Answer my question first.
I glanced up as I hit send on my response, watching him read my text. Even shrouded in shadows I could see the tension in the line of his body, the way his head dipped as he read my one-word response.
Hope
Yes.
Justice
Good girl. Now get on your bed and close your eyes.
Dropping my phone on my desk, I did as told, sucking in a breath as I heard him climb in through my window.
With my eyes closed, my other senses were heightened. I could hear the gentle scrape of his clothes against my windowsill, his groan as he looked me over, the ragged sound of his breath as he moved closer, cursing.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous. Spread your legs.”
His desire felt like a caress upon my skin.
Sucking in a breath for courage, I spread my legs.
“Good girl,” Justice praised, his tone rough and full of need. “Now grab that vibrator and run it slowly down your body towards that sweet clit.”
I could hear him moving toward me, positioning himself at the foot of the bed. I imagined his gaze on me, sliding down my body in the same agonizingly pleasurable journey as the vibe.
A whimper slipped free, and I smothered it, embarrassed by my reaction.
“Oh no, pretty girl, you let me hear you, baby.”
I shuddered, groaning as the vibrator slid over my wet labia.
“Yes,” Justice hissed. “You work that clit, sweetheart. You’re so pink and wet, honey. Good girl. Good, fucking, girl.”
His rough tone sent desire spiraling through my body, lighting my nerve endings on fire. I moaned, writhing on the bed.
“Justice,” I begged, my voice barely recognizable. “Please.”
“Please what, baby? You want me to describe what I’d do to you?”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” I whispered, then cleared my throat, raising my voice. “Yes, please.”
Justice made a guttural sound of approval. “Tease your breasts, Hope. I want to see your gorgeous nipples erect and begging.”
I followed his direction shuddering as my body burned with sensation.
“Watching you play with yourself is torture, baby. I want to lick my way up your thighs and replace that fucking vibe with my mouth. I’d taste your gorgeous cunt, Hope. I’d lick you until my mouth knows exactly how you taste when you cream on my goddamned face.”
I bucked, my hips thrusting toward him.
This man was killing me.
“Turn the fucking vibrator off,” he ordered hoarsely.
Whimpering, I hit the button and let it fall to the side of the bed.
“Fingers,” he told me, his voice rough. “Use your fingers.”
My hand drifted between my legs, hovering above my curls.
“Good girl. Now put on a show for me, baby. I want to hear how wet you are. I want you to tell me every filthy thing you want me to do to you. Every filthy, dirty fucking thing. Don’t you dare hold back.”
I spread myself open with one hand, circling my clit with my other, my body flushed and needy, as I worked myself closer to orgasm.
“I’m wet,” I whispered, embarrassed but too turned on to stop. “My hands are yours. You’re touching me, circling my clit, driving me wild.”
“And what are you doing?”
My breath caught. “I’m tied up.”
I heard Justice curse.
“Keep going.”
My fingers slid easily through my slick arousal. “God this feels good, but….”
“But?” he prompted, his voice a low growl.
“I wish you were touching me. I wish….”
“You wish?”
I shuddered, my fingers beginning to increase the pressure and pace as I edged myself closer to climax.
“I wish you’d hold me down and force me to take your cock. I wish you’d—” I bit off with a cry, shuddering as the orgasm gripped me.
“Good girl,” Justice barked. “Ride those fingers.”
I arched, imagining that he was waiting to enter me, his body primed. I spread my legs wider, placing myself on full display as I finally shattered, my body clenching as I came in a glorious, sweaty, wet mess.
“Fuck, Hope.”
My eyelids snapped open, and I found Justice’s molten gaze on me. He stood at the foot of the bed, looming large and imposing above me.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his hands over his torso, pushing his grey sweats down until his cock bounced free.
I watched in stunned silence as he wrapped one hand around his cock, stroking and pulling, and twisting the mushroomed head. The tip of his dick glistened, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the erotic vision he presented.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his lips twisting into a half grin.
“Oh, yeah.” I licked my lips as I slowly dragged my gaze away from his cock. “But there’s something missing.”
He didn’t slow his pace. “And that is?”
I met his gaze with a hot look of my own as I thrust my breasts out, cupping them in hopes he’d take what was offered. “Maybe you could fulfill a fantasy for me?”
His eyebrows rose in question.
“Come on my chest.”
His curse whipped through the quiet of my room.
He dropped his hands to wrap them around my ankles and hauled me down the bed. I thrilled at the easy way he handled my body, loving how he moved me this way and that until I was seated on the edge of the bed and he could stand between my spread legs.
“Cup your breasts. Eyes on me.”
Our gazes locked as I did as instructed.
“Next time I’m gonna fuck these pretty tits,” he promised as he rubbed the tip of his cock across one nipple and over to the other. “But for now, play with yourself, baby. I wanna see how you like to be touched.”
I did as instructed, stroking my breasts and plucking at my nipples, using my thumbs to drive myself wild.
My hips began to rock on the bed, and Justice, recognizing my need, shifted us until I was riding his leg. The pressure against my core felt incredible as I continued to tease my breasts.
Our gazes locked, and in his eyes I could see the wild—nearly feral desire he had for me.
For me.
His free hand lifted, and he traced my lower lip, gently applying pressure to get me to open. Without thinking I did so, sucking his finger into my mouth.
Justice cursed, his pace now choppy and frantic. I sucked his thumb harder and a stroke later he tipped over the edge, moving his dick across my breasts, collarbone and neck as pulses of his hot cum licked my skin.
Without missing a beat, he reached down between us, his fingers finding my clit.
“Kiss,” he barked roughly. “Now.”
My mouth found his, and I opened for him as he played my body like song. We were in perfect harmony, every move and breath geared towards bringing me to the same climax he’d just experienced.
And when it hit, my orgasm went far beyond any of my wildest dreams.
We collapsed on the bed, both of us breathing hard.
“Shit.” He lifted his head from my shoulder. “Fuck, we shouldn’t have done that.”
I thrust my hand up to cover his mouth.
“Shh,” I said, shaking my head. “I want to stay in the afterglow.”
He caught my hand and drew it to his mouth.
“Fuck you smell good.” His lips closed around my fingers, licking them clean of my cream. “And you taste fucking better.”
His curses punctuated every word, and I loved it. I loved how he couldn’t seem to stop himself from touching me—even if it was only the most cursory of touches.
“Will you make love to me?” I asked, pushing for what I wanted.
“No, baby.” He let my hand go to gently brush hair away from my face. “I want to build us up to that.”
I pouted. “But I’m enthusiastically consenting.”
“Mm, but rushing isn’t what I want for us.” He bent down until our heads were nearly touching. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Justice caught my lips in a kiss. It wasn’t a soft peck or a gentle hello. This kiss went deep and hard and was filled with a hunger I only vaguely recognized.
He drew back to press kisses down my neck.
“That was our third kiss,” I said, tilting my head to give him better access. “And I’m naked.”
His dark chuckle teased the sensitive skin of my neck. “You certainly are.”
He gently lowered me to the bed, dancing caresses across my skin and kisses across my lips, cheeks, and breasts.
It took me a minute to realize that he’d found a cloth somewhere and had begun to clean the cum from my body.
I made a slight murmured protest, but his gentle touch coupled with the lateness of the house began to lull me to sleep.
Justice pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Good night, baby. Dream of me.”
And I did just that.