Flirting With Destiny(15)

I grabbed his hand as he pulled my breast into his mouth and shoved it between my legs. Fire raced through my body. I was aching to feel his touch down there. I was already near the top of an orgasm and I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. His hand slid under the edge of my panties and I felt his fingers touch my folds. I jerked with excitement, but he didn’t say a word, just groaned in a thick hoarse voice. I felt his erection between us, pushing at the fabric of his pants. When he finally spoke he growled, “Take them off. Turn around.”

“Chip?” I whispered, barely registering that I said the word.

There was another growl, accompanied by the sound of his zipper. I turned around to sit on his lap as he demanded. As I bent forward, my ass hovered in front of his face, I felt his lips on my butt cheeks then a sharp nip of his teeth as he gave a love bite that shot my senses soaring. It didn’t hurt, but made my blood race all the more. I lowered myself and felt his hard cock against my skin. He held my hips and moved me up and down, his cock caressing my butt gently for a few strokes, tracing along the lace of my thong panties. Then, before I knew it, he grabbed the lace and pulled hard. It hadn’t taken but a tug and the thin lace ripped, the panties no longer a barrier.

Was he angry with me again? No, this was hot desire and the shock of his actions merely stoked the fire already burning between my legs. I wanted him to fuck me now. This teasing was torture. I needed to come soon before Chip found out.

Why would I think that?

Then I knew with certainty. This wasn’t Chip. This man created a feeling inside me I couldn’t describe, made me feel heady and hot. I knew this was dangerous territory, but that only added to the fire.

His legs were spread wide and he used his hands, still on my hips to guide me on top of his cock. With one hard movement, he was inside me, thrusting with an exhaled breath on each stroke. I could feel how big he was, it sent more heat to my already ripe clit. I felt the tingle from my skin stretching as it took him in.

With each hard thrust, he repeated, “Lauren, you’re mine,” and I reveled in the words, even as my mind screamed, “No, I’m with Chip.” This man’s voice won out, drowning Chip’s name until he no longer existed.

“Lauren, you’re mine,” he said again, another thrust penetrating my soul.

“Yes,” I screamed and was immediately washed with guilt. This was Aedyn and I shamelessly wanted him. But the guilt stung sharply, nearly ruining my blissful euphoria, so I pushed it aside. I was driven to continue. I’d face the consequences later. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want it to end.

I wanted to scream out, “Fuck me, Aedyn,” as I was getting right to the top, right to the edge of exploding. He pushed harder, his hands still on my hips, slamming into me, driving his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. I felt him thicken, knew he was about to come too. With a gasp of air, I opened my eyes… and nearly sat up in bed.

My body was still humming, but unsatisfied. This wasn’t the first dream I had about Aedyn. Ever since I saw him going into the funeral home, I’d been having erotic dreams about him. But this was the first I’d had one while sleeping right next to Chip. Damn. What was wrong with me?

Although I woke up frustrated and still horny, I couldn’t shake the wonderful feelings from the dreams. The connection I had with Aedyn was more powerful than sex. It was as if Aedyn and I shared a deep kind of knowing, like we were soul mates. At least that’s how it felt in the dreams, then it would linger for a while and only fade once I got out of bed. The sad thing was, the dreams were like a talisman, a reminder that I’d never had that kind of intense connection with the man beside me.

“What’s the matter?” Chip propped himself on his elbows and looked at me from his side of the bed. He always slept on that side when I came over. It was close to his clock and a drawer full of condoms we never used. I didn’t know why he even kept them. I’d been on the pill for years.

I was still a little breathless and felt like my cheeks were getting pink, like I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t. “Just a bad dream, that’s all.”

I tucked the sheet around my breasts to cover them. I didn’t want him to see that my nipples were still hard and erect.

Chip frowned and laid back down. “Bad dream, huh? You act like you’re hiding something.” He rolled to his side and reached for my hand and shoved it onto his hard cock. “Feel that? You need to take care of that for me, baby. I can make that bad dream sweet. This is reality. This is where you belong, right here in my bed. I love you, Lauren and this is what men do when they love someone. Now take care of me like you always do, baby.”