Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (32 page)

He held still with his cock pressed as far
inside of her as it would go. She opened her eyes and stared at him
for a moment before glancing down to their connection, nodding
breathlessly and licking her lips.

Pulling away from her, he stepped between the
ropes to move closer to her face. Jillian leaned back and held the
ropes while he brought his slick cock to her mouth. She opened
wide, and he slipped it inside. She groaned. He began pumping
slowly between her lips. Moving one hand to his balls, she squeezed
them gently. His head tilted toward the ceiling as he moaned
loudly. She slurped and sucked him enthusiastically as he tensed
every muscle in his legs, desperately fighting to push it out.

She felt him throb between her lips then the
first gush exploded into her mouth. Cringing, she pulled her mouth
from him and finished him with her hands, directing the remaining
blasts onto her neck and breasts.

He stared down to her face half in shock and
half in ecstasy as she spit out and then wiped his semen from her
lips.

"Hey, what was that?" he asked.

"What?"

"Um... the ‘cum in my mouth’ stuff. You—"

She grinned up at him while still gently
massaging his cock with both hands. "Sometimes you say things in
the heat of passion that you don't really mean." She ran her tongue
around her mouth with a grimace. "Have you ever tasted that stuff?
It's not that great... especially today."

"I did eat a lot of spicy food at the
wedding."

"Maybe if you went on an all-pineapple diet, I
would really do it."

He smiled. "But you know..." He shut his mouth
as she began running her hands over him more forcefully. He sighed.
Then after composing himself, he grinned. "This is no way to begin
a marriage."

"Really?"

Fighting to keep a straight face, he added,
"You, uh, you sit on a swing of lies."

She struggled to hold back a chuckle, and they
shared a smile.

She widened her eyes.
"How's
this
for a
way to begin a marriage?" She quickly pulled him back into her
mouth.

He groaned loudly. "Yeah, this is... a great
way..."

She pulled her head back and licked all around
the ridge of his cock. Brian exhaled deeply. Dizzied, he stared
down and watched as she went on bathing his sensitive cock with her
tongue.

Reaching up, Brian took hold of the ropes with
both hands. He closed his eyes and drifted away in complete ecstasy
as the pleasure continued.

Jim arrived at Caroline's dorm at just about the
time Jillian was begging Brian to help get her the hell out of that
'thing'. Jim used his key and found the lights out. He saw her in
bed, smiled and then stripped down to his boxers and slipped under
the covers next to her. Exhausted, he took a deep breath as he
struggled to get comfortable.

Pretending to be asleep, Caroline, not wearing a
thing, lay on her stomach. She groaned with mock sleepiness when
Jim placed his hand on her back. She grinned when he moved his hand
lower. When he found his fingers resting on the delicious curve of
her naked ass, his heart rate increased. He felt the heat rising
inside him as blood rushed to his groin. She moaned as he cupped
her ass cheeks gently. Slipping on top of her, he kissed her
shoulder. She feigned waking up and whispered groggily, "Jim."

"Yes."

"I missed you."

He kissed her neck. "I missed you, too."

"You body feels so good."

"How's your..."

"Oh, it's ok I think, but you can check if you
want."

He grinned as he slipped down toward her ass.
She spread her legs. Her pussy was very wet. She wanted him badly.
He began lightly kissing her cheeks, and she responded by shimmying
her hips and moaning softly.

He put his chin between the cheeks of her ass
and whispered, "You smell great."

"Yeah, I took a bath. I wish you—" She lost her
train of thought when he placed a gentle kiss between her
cleft.

He pulled up and asked, "Are you sure you're
ok?"

"You can kiss it to make it better... if you
want."

Spreading her cheeks with his hands, Jim moved
his lips lower to her seam. He swirled his tongue around her
perfect hole, then slipped lower to her pussy. There, he pressed
his tongue inside her. She was soaked and tasted incredible. He
licked her slowly at first as she blindly used her foot to search
for his cock. When she found him rock hard, she moaned. Jim moaned
as she ran her toes along his shaft. He never stopped pleasing her
with his tongue as she began trying to grip the head of his cock
between her toes and the ball of her foot.

Caroline lay perfectly still as Jim pushed his
tongue deeper inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head while
she enjoyed the oral attention for just a few moments more. Then
she wiggled her hips and said, "I need something big in there."

Pulling up from her, Jim struggled to breathe
and asked, "What?"

"Put it in."

He dove back down, trailed his tongue up her
pussy past her ass to her lower back, and she let out a long sigh.
Lifting up, he climbed higher until his cock was positioned at her
entrance. She took a deep breath as he slipped inside. Her mouth
shot wide open. Jim put his head beside hers and she turned to kiss
him. Their mouths connected with their tongues stretching to play
together as he began slowly pumping his length into her.

She whispered breathlessly, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He lifted his upper body away from her and went
up on his toes. His cock now stimulated the back of her pussy,
along with her G-spot. She adjusted her hips lower to get even more
stimulation where she needed it. She groaned loudly as he slid
deeply into her with one long, slow stroke.

"Oh, Jim... harder."

Following her command, Jim began pumping harder
and harder. It went on and on, with him driving into her and
Caroline rocking her hips up and down as her climax drew closer. A
moment later, her orgasm was upon her and with each wave, her
swollen pussy convulsed around his thick cock. He felt her gripping
him and moved faster until with one last, deep thrust, he exploded,
filling her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her in a heap and
kissed her shoulder gently as they both lay there recovering.

She said, "I was waiting for you."

He nuzzled her neck and then whispered, "I could
tell."

Just as Jim was moving into the spooning
position with Caroline, there was a knock at Rob's door. He put on
his best fake smile and let Bridget in. They shared a quick casual
hug, and once he returned from the kitchen with a beer for each of
them, they sat on the sofa next to one other.

"So how was the wedding?" she asked before
taking a sip.

"It was good."

"Just good... you were in paradise for Christ's
sake."

"Sorry, it was beautiful. I mean after all the
excitement. There was a fight and then another fight... oh, and
then it rained really hard," Rob admitted and then he guzzled half
his beer.

"What the hell happened?"

"You didn't see the TV coverage?"

"TV coverage?"

"Yeah, we—"

"Wait, why does this sound familiar? Wedding in
St. Barts with a brawl. Is your mother... Jaclyn West?" Bridget's
face lit up.

"That's her," he muttered finding himself still,
to this day, a little embarrassed to admit it.

"Seriously... I saw it. So the news said that
girl Natalie dated her son, so you dated Natalie?" She stared at
him waiting for his reply.

"Yep. That's me."

"Is she really that flexible?" she asked bright
eyed.

Rob looked away and sighed.

"Is she?" Bridget repeated.

"Uh-huh," he said, a little disinterested.

Bridget studied his face. "Why are you so
depressed?"

"Depressed?"

"Is it the wedding?"

"No, I'm just tired." Turning away from her, he
grabbed the bag off the table, opened it and handed her the
bracelet.

"You shouldn't have bought me anything." She
glanced at the beautiful multicolored jeweled bracelet and smiled.
"It's gorgeous."

"Don't worry about it. It's just a little
something I saw and thought..."

She studied the bracelet carefully. "This looks
a little more expensive than fifty dollars."

"I just... really it's nothing. I want you to
have it."

"Thank you. Are you sure you're all right?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

Rob said, "Well, I saw my ex-girlfriend with
another guy tonight, and it just freaked me out. We've been broken
up a while, but I don’t know."

"You mean Natalie?"

"No another ex."

"Oh, maybe she really isn’t with this guy. Maybe
they're just friends. How can you be sure?"

He said casually, "She had his, uh, penis in her
mouth."

She widened her eyes. "Well, I guess then you're
sure."

They sat staring at each other for a moment. She
smiled at him and asked hesitantly, "Was she your date for the
wedding?"

"Yeah, but we weren't back together or anything.
She just agreed to go with me."

She held the bracelet up as she asked, "Was this
for her?"

He stared at her a moment, unsure how to
respond. Then he nodded, embarrassed.

"I can't accept it then."

"Sorry. I'm an idiot. I call you, invite you
over here and then act like I'm about to hang myself or
something."

Bridget gave him a sympathetic look. "Don't
worry about it. But really, I can't—"

"No, it's yours. I really want you to have
it."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I think I need to get out of here.
Do you want to go to a bar or something and get a real drink?"

"Yeah."

Rob asked, "You mind if I take a shower first? I
came right off the beach to the plane and I've been traveling all
day. I'm pretty sure I smell like ass."

She giggled. "You don't, but go ahead."

Two minutes later Bridget listened outside Rob's
door. She heard the water running in the shower and slipped inside
his room, carrying a small black box. Rushing past the open doorway
to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of his body through the
fogged glass shower doors. Bridget quickly searched the room until
she located his wallet. She found the card key she was after and
then slid it through the small black device in order to capture the
magnetic strip code.

After replacing the wallet where she found it,
Bridget headed toward the hall, stopping briefly to glance at Rob
again. She did find him attractive but needed to maintain her
distance. Looking down to his midsection, she could tell he was
packing an impressive package. She took a deep breath and felt her
pussy moisten a bit as she ran her tongue around her lips while she
watched him soap his body.

Rob began washing his hair and his cock came
into clear focus through the glass door. Sighing, Bridget stared
down to it and drifted away while she leaned against the doorframe,
caught in the midst of a fantasy of stripping off her clothes and
popping in to help him wash.

The squeal from the faucet as Rob shut off the
water launched her back to reality. Rushing to the living room,
Bridget slumped down on the sofa and tried to remember the last
time she'd experienced some good sex—or any sex for that matter.
She couldn’t remember exactly but guessed she was sadly closing in
on the one-year anniversary.

Over the next ten days, the newlyweds were
tearing things up in the bedroom and at one point almost broke the
sex swing. Both sore, they took a much-needed break. After
recovering a few days later, Jillian was lying face down in bed,
completely naked. It was the middle of the afternoon, and she was
staring at document on the screen of her laptop computer. Lazily
kicking her legs behind her with a cell phone to her ear, she said,
"He should be back any minute."

"Okay, now make sure you don't deviate from the
plan. I don't want you screwing this up," Victoria said.

"I won't," she replied while rolling her eyes.
"We should be over in about an hour."

"Great, I'm ready."

Jillian paused with a frown then asked, "You
don’t think were going too far this time do you?"

Victoria scoffed. "No, and remember, he brought
this on himself. He's the one who asked me to help him in St.
Barts. Look, if he doesn't take the bait now, then he's off the
hook. We agreed."

"You're right, but I just feel..." Jillian read
a sentence from the screen, smiled, and then said, "This is pretty
steamy stuff."

"I think he's really going to like the part with
all the ball licking."

"He
does
like that."

"Maybe I should try writing a steamy novel. God
knows I've got enough stories floating around in my head."

Jillian said, "Remember, I stole most of yours
already."

"That's what you think. I haven't told you
everything and some of it—"

"He's back," Jillian interrupted as she heard a
noise from the hall.

"Good luck."

Jillian tossed her cell phone to the bed, then
placed the ear buds from her powered-off iPod into her ears. Moving
to her knees, she knelt with her ass pointed high in the air facing
directly toward the open door behind her. She glanced back to check
her angle and adjusted the computer screen. Reaching down to her
pussy, Jillian ran a finger slowly over her lips as she waited
while wearing a sexy smile.

She shimmied her hips a bit as what she was
doing to herself felt really good. She thought, I'd love it if
Brian were to slip it in just for a minute. Jillian shook her head
as she fought to stay focused. She needed to stick to the plan.