Bound Together (18 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
“
What’s
going on?”
I rolled my eyes at her.
“Nice of you to join us Amy. I could have used your help about five
minutes ago.” She really was dense sometimes but I didn’t have time
to explain it all to her.
Turning my attention back
to Oliver I took his hand and unraveled his fist. He unclenched but
continued to glare at Jared. “Ollie I’m fine. Jared saw me outside
the bar. I was dizzy and lost my balance but he grabbed me before I
fell.”
His eyes left Jared and
were now gazing into mine. I gave him a quick hug. “But thanks for
having my back.”
He smiled back at me and
kissed my cheek. “Always baby girl you know that. You sure you’re
ok now?”
I nodded firmly.
“Positive. I’m fine now. Go back and finish your set, you guys
deserve to have fun. Hell, I’ve had to hear you practice enough
through the walls.”
I glanced over his
shoulder at Amy and shooting me an understanding smile, she grabbed
his arm and pulled him towards the bar with her. “Come on rock
star. I’ll let you buy me a drink. No Cosmos I swear.” Giving me a
final nod he turned and followed. I could have kissed her for that
but I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I turned to face Jared
who was glowering fiercely at Ollie as though he were willing him
to burst into flames. I walked over and pressed my fingers to his
face, turning his gaze to mine and away from Ollie.
“
Layla
I never accused you of being unfaithful but I see the way he looks
at you. He’s got it bad. I should know, I have it too. You’re an
addiction and I’m afflicted. And so is he.”
I stood on my toes and
pressed my lips to his, gently soothing his raw and ragged
breathing. His expression softened and he took my hands in his.
Gazing into his eyes I took a calming breath. “Jared you have to
trust me. I only want you. He really is just a friend. We connect
and we share interests. Besides even if he did want me, that
doesn’t mean he gets me. I’m not discussing it anymore. Period.
What were you doing here anyway?”
Running his thumb over my
knuckles he met my gaze. “I called your cell but when you didn’t
answer I got worried. I went to your dorm and someone told me you
would be here. I’d just pulled up when I saw you.” I realized now,
that the headlights that had dazzled, dazed and blinded me, had
been his. “Then that little shit starts throwing his weight around.
And don’t think I didn’t see that kiss either Layla. I’m telling
you that fucker is trying to get into your panties and he won’t be
satisfied till he has you. He is
not
your friend and I don’t trust
him.”
His tone was dark and
angry but luckily I knew just how to sedate him.
Wrapping my arms around
his back I pressed my chest against his. He eyed me cautiously
before exhaling loudly and enveloping me in his arms. Looking up at
him I took his chin between my thumb and index finger and tilted it
down to face me. “You might not trust him. But you
must
and
can
trust me.” The fire
in his eyes had reduced to a simmer as he stared down at me. He
placed a chaste kiss on my lips and sighed deeply. “I will and I
do. I’m taking you home now. I’m still not convinced you should be
left alone after that dizzy spell. You can stay at my place. We’ll
swing by your dorm and you can collect some of your things. Not
that you’ll need your clothes.”
I grinned to myself as he
led me to the car and out of the cold. The thought of spending the
whole night with Jared thrilled me in every way. I couldn’t wait to
spend an entire night wrapped in his strong warm arms.
most delicious pasta dish I’d ever eaten. The creamy mushroom sauce
and succulent chicken was poured over a bed of penne pasta and was
the best meal I’d eaten since arriving at Cali State. Although the
dinner and dance was exquisite, there was something about the way
Jared had prepared the food that made it seem that much more
tempting. Maybe it was simply because it was
his
hands, that I adored so much,
that had prepared it. Taking the napkin from my lap I dabbed it
over my mouth to remove any residue from my lips. Jared was
watching me from across the gleaming glass dining table. A smile
teased over his lips as our eyes met. “You know I’d have happily
licked your lips clean for you if only you’d asked. I’m now
extremely jealous of your napkin.” His words lingered in the air
like a sexy invitation. Leaning back in his chair he curved his
index finger and motioned a “come here” gesture.
Pushing my chair back, I
made my way slowly over to him. He watched me move with dark hooded
eyes, drinking me in as I sauntered over. Sliding between the table
and his knees, I positioned myself onto the edge and let my legs
dangle in front of him. Maintaining his gaze, he sat perfectly
still with his hands together and his fingertips touching his lip.
Leaning back, I supported myself on my hands and gave him a
seductive smile. I ran my barefoot up his shin, over his knee and
pressed it against his thigh. His eyes darkened from a beautiful
tanzanite to a deep shade of cobalt. Swallowing hard, he broke our
gaze to look down at my foot which was now comfortably resting on
the seat between his legs. He looked up at me from beneath his long
dark eyelashes with an arched brow. A wicked smile began to appear
on his lips. “Miss Jennings, are you trying to tempt
me?”
Sloping forward, I slid
my finger gently over his slightly parted lips. I ran my tongue
softly over his bottom lip before nipping it with my teeth letting
a small moan escape my lips.
“
Always.”
A fire ignited in his
eyes and the blaze of lust I saw in them excited me beyond
comprehension. I wanted to drive him wild, to make him crazy and
make him feel totally at my mercy; the way he had made me feel in
the ballroom. The way I felt whenever he was near me. He was a
chink in the carefully constructed armor I’d spent years
perfecting. I’d never felt more invigorated, alive and out of
control than when I was with him.
His eyes were aflame with
unbridled passion and his hands gripped onto the arms of the chair
that he was currently pinned to.
My lips traced the line
of his jaw, trailing kisses from his chin to the nape of his neck.
His head rolled back, granting me better access as he unclenched
the chair and ran his hands swiftly over my thighs to the hem of my
dress. Pushing it up slowly to my hips, his thumb grazed the lining
of my panties and I gasped in surprise. Pulling back from him I
licked my lip suggestively. Without a word he gripped my knees
tightly and thrust my legs apart. “Don’t play games with me Layla.
I don’t have the patience for them.”
Grabbing the elastic of
my panties, he tugged them over my thighs forcefully. Sliding them
down my legs he let them drop gently to the floor. My breathing
grew faster as I became aroused.
Taking my foot in his
hands he pressed it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on my ankle.
Smiling at me with a sultry grin he trailed gentle kisses up and
over my knee, before stopping at my thigh. He looked up at me with
a hot, dark penetrating stare. “Lie back flat on the table, hold
your hands together and stretch your arms over your head. Do not
move your hands Layla. If you move them I will make you sorry. Do
you understand?” Biting my lip at the thought of the utterly erotic
scene that was about to play out with me in the starring role, I
nodded and complied with his orders.
Staring at the ceiling, I
was completely unable to see what he was doing; unable to predict
the next explicitly sensual act he was going to perform on me. The
notion of being completely at his mercy was both exciting and nerve
wracking, but I trusted Jared completely. My body was his temple
and I wanted him to pray there for hours. His soft hands gripped my
behind firmly as he yanked me down the table towards him, lining up
my ass up to the edge perfectly. “Remember what I said Layla.
Absolutely. Still. Understand?”
I nodded
weakly.
“
I can’t hear you Layla.
I said do you understand?”
“
Yes.” I whispered. “I
understand.”
Leaning over me, his
chest pressed against mine, our eyes met. Holding my chin between
his finger and thumb he pressed his lips firmly against mine. “Good
girl.”
Returning his attention
to the throbbing that was now an ache between my legs, he continued
trailing soft, infuriatingly teasing kisses up my thigh. His teeth
gently nipped at a tender spot on the inside just inches away from
my sex, which my body was acutely aware of as it immediately stood
to attention and tensed. I knew from the wicked smile I saw on his
face as he lifted his head to look at me that he was aware of it
too. He slid his finger up and down my slit, gently parting the
fleshy lips. He groaned softly. “Mmmm you’re so ready for me Layla.
You’re wonderfully wet and warm.”
I gasped for air as he
slid his teasing finger inside me and gently pressed the pad of his
thumb against my clit. “You are temptingly hot. I could play with
your tight little cunt all day.”
My back arched as I
shamelessly wriggled my hips against his hand looking for some
release from the throbbing ache his fingers were causing.
Withdrawing his finger from me he pinched my clit hard, making me
cry out at the sweet pleasure and pain that shuddered through me.
“I warned you to stay still. Now look what you’ve made me do.
You’re all flushed and pink down here. Don’t worry angel. I’ll kiss
it better.”
His lips gently caressed
the folds of my sex as his tongue ran slowly up from my opening to
my clit. With the tip of his tongue he stroked it with exasperating
slowness. A fire scorched in my belly as I begged for
release.
“
Please
Jared.”
Blowing a cool breeze
over the swollen and tender knot, he chuckled. “Shhhhh. Don’t worry
baby. I’m going to take good care of you, be patient. I want to
savor you Layla. Every last sexy, scorching hot inch of you. I want
you to scream my name as you beg me to make you come.”
I moaned loudly and
gripped the edge of the table as his mouth closed over me
completely. He worked frantically inside me, thrusting deeper with
every roll of his tongue. Running it over my clit he pushed two
fingers inside me and began penetrating me over and over again;
thrusting them hard into me before gently withdrawing them again. I
could feel the orgasm building inside me as he worked his magic on
the most intimate part of my body but every time I teetered to the
edge of my climax, he would stop and slow his pace. It was
infuriating.
“
Jared. Please. Now. I
need it now. Please. I’ll beg.”
“
Will
you?” He stood up straight as I gazed up at him bedazzled by his
gorgeous face. A mischievous smile spread across his lips and he
unbuttoned his shirt just enough for me to see the sculpted pecs,
rock hard abs and perfect contours of his body. He was truly
stunning to behold and he wanted me.
Me
, Layla Jennings, a coffee shop
girl from
Pasadena
.
Unzipping his pants, his
erection sprung free and as I heard the sound of foil tearing, I
realized he’d pulled out a condom from his pocket. As he gripped my
thigh with one hand and his cock with the other, he teased the tip
provocatively over the opening of my sex.
“
Beg, Layla.”
I shifted my hips in the
hopes I’d be able to slide it inside me even slightly. But he
predicted my actions and held my thigh tighter in warning. “I will
make you beg. Stay. Still. Do as I say or this will be over much
sooner than I’d like.”
I groaned with the need
aching deep inside me. I was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready
to dive into the refreshing waters below but he was holding me
back.
He leaned over me and
wrapped a hand around my neck lifting me from the table to meet his
lips. Sealing his mouth over mine he kissed me deeply, passionately
and with a violent hunger, thrashing his tongue around in my mouth.
I could taste the slick saltiness of my sex all over his lips. The
scent of his skin paired with the tantalizing tastes in his mouth
was a heady combination. He smelled of sweet vanilla, reminding me
of ice cream and the beach. It was a powerful
aphrodisiac.
“
Beg, Layla.”
I clenched my teeth
together as his tip teased back and forth over the opening to my
sex. “Please Jared. I’m desperate.”
He took in a sharp breath
as he thrust his long, hard cock inside me. My mouth opened and my
head tipped back as he filled me to the brim. He felt perfectly
snug inside me as if he were made for me. His hand gripped my
behind as he moved slowly in and out, stroking that sweet sensitive
spot inside me. My orgasm was tantalizingly close. “Oh Jared. I’m
close. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
He slowed and I growled
in frustration. The corner of his mouth curled up and he whispered
low in my ear.
“
Beg me Layla. Tell me
what you need.”
What’s
going on?”
I rolled my eyes at her.
“Nice of you to join us Amy. I could have used your help about five
minutes ago.” She really was dense sometimes but I didn’t have time
to explain it all to her.
Turning my attention back
to Oliver I took his hand and unraveled his fist. He unclenched but
continued to glare at Jared. “Ollie I’m fine. Jared saw me outside
the bar. I was dizzy and lost my balance but he grabbed me before I
fell.”
His eyes left Jared and
were now gazing into mine. I gave him a quick hug. “But thanks for
having my back.”
He smiled back at me and
kissed my cheek. “Always baby girl you know that. You sure you’re
ok now?”
I nodded firmly.
“Positive. I’m fine now. Go back and finish your set, you guys
deserve to have fun. Hell, I’ve had to hear you practice enough
through the walls.”
I glanced over his
shoulder at Amy and shooting me an understanding smile, she grabbed
his arm and pulled him towards the bar with her. “Come on rock
star. I’ll let you buy me a drink. No Cosmos I swear.” Giving me a
final nod he turned and followed. I could have kissed her for that
but I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I turned to face Jared
who was glowering fiercely at Ollie as though he were willing him
to burst into flames. I walked over and pressed my fingers to his
face, turning his gaze to mine and away from Ollie.
“
Layla
I never accused you of being unfaithful but I see the way he looks
at you. He’s got it bad. I should know, I have it too. You’re an
addiction and I’m afflicted. And so is he.”
I stood on my toes and
pressed my lips to his, gently soothing his raw and ragged
breathing. His expression softened and he took my hands in his.
Gazing into his eyes I took a calming breath. “Jared you have to
trust me. I only want you. He really is just a friend. We connect
and we share interests. Besides even if he did want me, that
doesn’t mean he gets me. I’m not discussing it anymore. Period.
What were you doing here anyway?”
Running his thumb over my
knuckles he met my gaze. “I called your cell but when you didn’t
answer I got worried. I went to your dorm and someone told me you
would be here. I’d just pulled up when I saw you.” I realized now,
that the headlights that had dazzled, dazed and blinded me, had
been his. “Then that little shit starts throwing his weight around.
And don’t think I didn’t see that kiss either Layla. I’m telling
you that fucker is trying to get into your panties and he won’t be
satisfied till he has you. He is
not
your friend and I don’t trust
him.”
His tone was dark and
angry but luckily I knew just how to sedate him.
Wrapping my arms around
his back I pressed my chest against his. He eyed me cautiously
before exhaling loudly and enveloping me in his arms. Looking up at
him I took his chin between my thumb and index finger and tilted it
down to face me. “You might not trust him. But you
must
and
can
trust me.” The fire
in his eyes had reduced to a simmer as he stared down at me. He
placed a chaste kiss on my lips and sighed deeply. “I will and I
do. I’m taking you home now. I’m still not convinced you should be
left alone after that dizzy spell. You can stay at my place. We’ll
swing by your dorm and you can collect some of your things. Not
that you’ll need your clothes.”
I grinned to myself as he
led me to the car and out of the cold. The thought of spending the
whole night with Jared thrilled me in every way. I couldn’t wait to
spend an entire night wrapped in his strong warm arms.
Chapter
17
Tables And
Chairs
most delicious pasta dish I’d ever eaten. The creamy mushroom sauce
and succulent chicken was poured over a bed of penne pasta and was
the best meal I’d eaten since arriving at Cali State. Although the
dinner and dance was exquisite, there was something about the way
Jared had prepared the food that made it seem that much more
tempting. Maybe it was simply because it was
his
hands, that I adored so much,
that had prepared it. Taking the napkin from my lap I dabbed it
over my mouth to remove any residue from my lips. Jared was
watching me from across the gleaming glass dining table. A smile
teased over his lips as our eyes met. “You know I’d have happily
licked your lips clean for you if only you’d asked. I’m now
extremely jealous of your napkin.” His words lingered in the air
like a sexy invitation. Leaning back in his chair he curved his
index finger and motioned a “come here” gesture.
Pushing my chair back, I
made my way slowly over to him. He watched me move with dark hooded
eyes, drinking me in as I sauntered over. Sliding between the table
and his knees, I positioned myself onto the edge and let my legs
dangle in front of him. Maintaining his gaze, he sat perfectly
still with his hands together and his fingertips touching his lip.
Leaning back, I supported myself on my hands and gave him a
seductive smile. I ran my barefoot up his shin, over his knee and
pressed it against his thigh. His eyes darkened from a beautiful
tanzanite to a deep shade of cobalt. Swallowing hard, he broke our
gaze to look down at my foot which was now comfortably resting on
the seat between his legs. He looked up at me from beneath his long
dark eyelashes with an arched brow. A wicked smile began to appear
on his lips. “Miss Jennings, are you trying to tempt
me?”
Sloping forward, I slid
my finger gently over his slightly parted lips. I ran my tongue
softly over his bottom lip before nipping it with my teeth letting
a small moan escape my lips.
“
Always.”
A fire ignited in his
eyes and the blaze of lust I saw in them excited me beyond
comprehension. I wanted to drive him wild, to make him crazy and
make him feel totally at my mercy; the way he had made me feel in
the ballroom. The way I felt whenever he was near me. He was a
chink in the carefully constructed armor I’d spent years
perfecting. I’d never felt more invigorated, alive and out of
control than when I was with him.
His eyes were aflame with
unbridled passion and his hands gripped onto the arms of the chair
that he was currently pinned to.
My lips traced the line
of his jaw, trailing kisses from his chin to the nape of his neck.
His head rolled back, granting me better access as he unclenched
the chair and ran his hands swiftly over my thighs to the hem of my
dress. Pushing it up slowly to my hips, his thumb grazed the lining
of my panties and I gasped in surprise. Pulling back from him I
licked my lip suggestively. Without a word he gripped my knees
tightly and thrust my legs apart. “Don’t play games with me Layla.
I don’t have the patience for them.”
Grabbing the elastic of
my panties, he tugged them over my thighs forcefully. Sliding them
down my legs he let them drop gently to the floor. My breathing
grew faster as I became aroused.
Taking my foot in his
hands he pressed it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on my ankle.
Smiling at me with a sultry grin he trailed gentle kisses up and
over my knee, before stopping at my thigh. He looked up at me with
a hot, dark penetrating stare. “Lie back flat on the table, hold
your hands together and stretch your arms over your head. Do not
move your hands Layla. If you move them I will make you sorry. Do
you understand?” Biting my lip at the thought of the utterly erotic
scene that was about to play out with me in the starring role, I
nodded and complied with his orders.
Staring at the ceiling, I
was completely unable to see what he was doing; unable to predict
the next explicitly sensual act he was going to perform on me. The
notion of being completely at his mercy was both exciting and nerve
wracking, but I trusted Jared completely. My body was his temple
and I wanted him to pray there for hours. His soft hands gripped my
behind firmly as he yanked me down the table towards him, lining up
my ass up to the edge perfectly. “Remember what I said Layla.
Absolutely. Still. Understand?”
I nodded
weakly.
“
I can’t hear you Layla.
I said do you understand?”
“
Yes.” I whispered. “I
understand.”
Leaning over me, his
chest pressed against mine, our eyes met. Holding my chin between
his finger and thumb he pressed his lips firmly against mine. “Good
girl.”
Returning his attention
to the throbbing that was now an ache between my legs, he continued
trailing soft, infuriatingly teasing kisses up my thigh. His teeth
gently nipped at a tender spot on the inside just inches away from
my sex, which my body was acutely aware of as it immediately stood
to attention and tensed. I knew from the wicked smile I saw on his
face as he lifted his head to look at me that he was aware of it
too. He slid his finger up and down my slit, gently parting the
fleshy lips. He groaned softly. “Mmmm you’re so ready for me Layla.
You’re wonderfully wet and warm.”
I gasped for air as he
slid his teasing finger inside me and gently pressed the pad of his
thumb against my clit. “You are temptingly hot. I could play with
your tight little cunt all day.”
My back arched as I
shamelessly wriggled my hips against his hand looking for some
release from the throbbing ache his fingers were causing.
Withdrawing his finger from me he pinched my clit hard, making me
cry out at the sweet pleasure and pain that shuddered through me.
“I warned you to stay still. Now look what you’ve made me do.
You’re all flushed and pink down here. Don’t worry angel. I’ll kiss
it better.”
His lips gently caressed
the folds of my sex as his tongue ran slowly up from my opening to
my clit. With the tip of his tongue he stroked it with exasperating
slowness. A fire scorched in my belly as I begged for
release.
“
Please
Jared.”
Blowing a cool breeze
over the swollen and tender knot, he chuckled. “Shhhhh. Don’t worry
baby. I’m going to take good care of you, be patient. I want to
savor you Layla. Every last sexy, scorching hot inch of you. I want
you to scream my name as you beg me to make you come.”
I moaned loudly and
gripped the edge of the table as his mouth closed over me
completely. He worked frantically inside me, thrusting deeper with
every roll of his tongue. Running it over my clit he pushed two
fingers inside me and began penetrating me over and over again;
thrusting them hard into me before gently withdrawing them again. I
could feel the orgasm building inside me as he worked his magic on
the most intimate part of my body but every time I teetered to the
edge of my climax, he would stop and slow his pace. It was
infuriating.
“
Jared. Please. Now. I
need it now. Please. I’ll beg.”
“
Will
you?” He stood up straight as I gazed up at him bedazzled by his
gorgeous face. A mischievous smile spread across his lips and he
unbuttoned his shirt just enough for me to see the sculpted pecs,
rock hard abs and perfect contours of his body. He was truly
stunning to behold and he wanted me.
Me
, Layla Jennings, a coffee shop
girl from
Pasadena
.
Unzipping his pants, his
erection sprung free and as I heard the sound of foil tearing, I
realized he’d pulled out a condom from his pocket. As he gripped my
thigh with one hand and his cock with the other, he teased the tip
provocatively over the opening of my sex.
“
Beg, Layla.”
I shifted my hips in the
hopes I’d be able to slide it inside me even slightly. But he
predicted my actions and held my thigh tighter in warning. “I will
make you beg. Stay. Still. Do as I say or this will be over much
sooner than I’d like.”
I groaned with the need
aching deep inside me. I was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready
to dive into the refreshing waters below but he was holding me
back.
He leaned over me and
wrapped a hand around my neck lifting me from the table to meet his
lips. Sealing his mouth over mine he kissed me deeply, passionately
and with a violent hunger, thrashing his tongue around in my mouth.
I could taste the slick saltiness of my sex all over his lips. The
scent of his skin paired with the tantalizing tastes in his mouth
was a heady combination. He smelled of sweet vanilla, reminding me
of ice cream and the beach. It was a powerful
aphrodisiac.
“
Beg, Layla.”
I clenched my teeth
together as his tip teased back and forth over the opening to my
sex. “Please Jared. I’m desperate.”
He took in a sharp breath
as he thrust his long, hard cock inside me. My mouth opened and my
head tipped back as he filled me to the brim. He felt perfectly
snug inside me as if he were made for me. His hand gripped my
behind as he moved slowly in and out, stroking that sweet sensitive
spot inside me. My orgasm was tantalizingly close. “Oh Jared. I’m
close. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
He slowed and I growled
in frustration. The corner of his mouth curled up and he whispered
low in my ear.
“
Beg me Layla. Tell me
what you need.”
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