Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 1

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

  "No,” she snapped as her anger rose again. “Don't you dare pull away from me. I want to kiss, taste, touch every inch of you. Every inch."

  "Cybil—"

  "Feel me, Josh. Feel how wet you make me.” Cybil grabbed his hand and slid it from her breast to the juncture of her thighs where her desire had not only drenched her thong, but made her sweatpants damp. “God, I don't think I've ever been this wet."

  Josh growled again and lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her with all the pent-up passion she'd suspected he'd been trying to hide. Their tongues dueled for supremacy as he slid his hand under the waistband of her sweatpants. With one finger, he moved her thong to the side and ran his thumb over her mons.

  Cybil arched into him, moaning as he repeated the action before pushing a finger deep inside her. She cried out as her orgasm swept over her, leaving her weak and trembling.

  "Oh yeah,” Josh whispered in her ear as he crooked his finger and rubbed it against her sweet spot.

  "Josh!” she gasped, trembling as he added first one, then two more fingers. She hadn't even finished her first orgasm and he was about to send her into another.

  "Come for me, baby. I want to feel your cum drenching my hand. I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Stop thinking and just feel. Let go, baby."

  "Sweet, merciful heaven.” Cybil whimpered as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Her hips moved of their own accord, lifting to meet him as her muscles clenched around his fingers.

  "Right, angel,” Josh said softly, as his breath brushed against her ear. “You are so fucking hot. And tight. I could fuck you all night long, listening to you moan and scream as your sweet pussy milks my hard cock."

  Stars exploded behind her tightly closed eyes as she arched back with a wordless cry. She shuddered as she rode the crest of her orgasm before slowly returning to earth.

  "Goddess, baby. You are more responsive and explosive than I imagined. I need to be buried to the hilt in you before I come in my pants."

  Cybil gave a half-hearted chuckle as she waited for feeling to return to her legs. How could he make me come twice from his touch alone? Oh God, will I be able to handle more? How the hell has he been abstinent for this long when he's this good?

  "I can hear those wheels turning in your head again.” Josh chuckled.

  She looked up and saw that he was standing at the foot of her bed, gloriously naked. He was hard all over, just as she'd suspected. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his thick cock. He was longer than she'd ever had, but wide like she preferred them. Licking her lips, she looked up to see a grin on his handsome face.

  "That got your attention."

  With a chuckle, she climbed off the bed and sank to her knees in front of him. His erection leapt against his stomach as she studied it. No way could she get all of that in her mouth, but she was going to give him the same pleasure he'd given her, anyway.

  Cybil wrapped her fingers around him and slid them up and down his length. Josh groaned as more pre-cum trickled out of the tip. With a grin, she looked up at him, then lowered her mouth and licked at the salty fluid. He tasted as good as he looked, and she wanted more, all of him. She sucked him into her mouth and slid one hand down his shaft to cup his balls. She gently massaged them while she worked him with her mouth.

  Sounds of pleasure echoed in the room making her want him to lose control. Faster and harder she moved her mouth and tongue, sucking and licking at him like he tasted of ambrosia.

  "Damn, baby,” Josh gasped as he pushed her away and pulled back. “I want to be inside you when I explode. I want to take you to heaven with me."

  "Sounds like a plan to me.” Cybil grinned and rose, quickly taking off her clothes and reaching for him again.

  "You are so good for my ego.” He laughed.

  "Shut up and fuck me.” She growled and grabbed him, pulling him onto the bed with her.

  "This is even better than I dreamed. You are better than I dreamed."

  Cybil groaned. If he was trying to excite her, it was working. She wanted him inside her, buried balls deep, now. “Josh, less talk more play."

  "Yes, ma'am.” He grinned and climbed over her. “Oh hell."

  "What?” she asked as he froze.

  "Condoms. I don't have any.” He dropped his head on her chest and drew in deep ragged breaths.

  "Oh, I have some."

  He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Of course you do.” He sighed.

  "Look, I like sex. I really like sex with you. Does it matter why I have condoms?"

  "Of course not.” He took a deep breath. “Where are they?"

  When she told him, she leaned back and watched the play of his muscles as he reached for one and put it on. Josh covered her body with his, and kissed her deeply as he reached between them to rub her clit. Moaning, she rubbed against him, digging her fingers into his shoulders and lifting her hips.

  Josh brushed the tip of his cock against her, teasing her as he rubbed it back and forth slowly. With a growl, Cybil reached down and guided him inside her. His soft moans and guttural groans were like music to her ears. As he moved within her, it felt as if he were stroking her very soul.

  He slowed his movements, and thrust in so deep she caught her breath in ecstasy. Then he began to move again, sliding in and out so painfully slow she wondered if he'd let her reach the orgasm already building.

  A delicious tingling started in her abdomen and ran up and down her legs. She wrapped them around Josh and matched his leisurely movements with harsh, quick ones of her own. When he groaned and started to ram in and out of her fast and hard, tremors spread through her body, quickly, like wildfire.

  "Oh, oh God. Bryne!” Cybil screamed as an orgasm more powerful then she'd ever experienced raced through her body.

  Josh tensed, then grunted as he came. She wished he wasn't wearing a condom, but she knew it was better safe then sorry. But she wanted to feel him without that thin barrier, to feel him as he came, buried deep inside her, while she—

  Cybil looked up at Josh. Did I really shout out someone else's name? Her dream lover's name had popped out of her mouth without a conscious thought. No other man had come even close, and Josh made love just like her dream lover. Have I just ruined things at this early stage?

  "That was great, Josh.” She smiled and moved under him in a way she hoped would arouse him.

  "Cybil."

  "Are you hungry? Are you ready for round two?” She was rambling, but what else could she do?

  "Cybil. You shouted Bryne a minute ago. I want to know—"

  "No, no I didn't. It was a breathy moan that must have just sounded like Bryne. I don't know anyone by that name. Is it Celtic?"

  "Cybil. Stop rambling, and stop interrupting me. I want to know why the hell you called me by my magical name."

  "Your magical name?” It came out as a whisper, but from the look on his face, Josh heard her and wanted to know what she wasn't saying.

  Josh kissed her until she couldn't think straight. Breathless, she swallowed deep gulps of air and tried to ignore the trembling in her thighs.

  "Where did you get the name Bryne?"

  "My dreams.” She panted as he pressed kisses on her neck. “I ... oh ... ahhhhh.” She shivered and wrapped her legs around him.

  "Dreams?” he prompted.

  "Ahh, yes.” She tightened around him as he sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. “Oh, God. I've dreamt of you. Of him."

  "You dreamt of me?” He pulled back and stared down at her.

  He is Bryne, isn't he? With a gasp, she realized he was. “Well, yeah. I've always had these dreams. They started when I turned twenty-one and lasted until I met you."

  "I don't understand."

  "Me either. But the night I met you, my dream lover's face was visible for the first time ever. Only it was you. Between that and my fainting spell, I pushed it away. You aren't—weren't ready for a relationship."

  When Josh just stared at her,
she wondered if she'd made a mistake. Maybe he wasn't her dream lover after all and the name was a coincidence. There were any number of reasons for the mix up but she wanted it to be true. She loved him. And now she knew that there was a man out there who could satisfy her and keep her attention.

  "Why didn't you say something sooner?” Josh asked.

  "Um. I didn't think it would be a good idea. Besides, I try to keep my wacky side quiet. The less people who know what I can do the easier and more peaceful my life is. I really don't like all these visions and I've gotten really good at blocking them. Unless you're around. Then all my concentration is shot to hell."

  "Maybe if I keep you sated you won't have any more visions?"

  Cybil met his gaze and held it. She waited for several heartbeats and almost shouted for joy when no vision came. “I don't know. Are you up to the job?"

  Josh moved inside her. “Does it feel like I'm up to the job?"

  Oh boy did he. She grinned and slid down his body. “Let's see how long you can last this time, Cowboy."

  THE HIEROPHANT

  by

  Tina Bendoni

  "I can't believe you're making me do this."

  "You're part of the wedding party, you have to do it."

  "Yeah, but I'm the Man of Honor, not a bridesmaid."

  "Christopher, having a penis is not enough to exclude you from typical bridal party duties."

  Chris groaned and looked around at the women surrounding him. His younger sister and three of her best friends all stared at them while they stood outside the fortune teller's storefront. He knew when he was beat, and sighed in resignation.

  "Fine. But if the crackpot tells me I'm gonna meet a tall, dark, handsome man, I'm outta there."

  Julie hit him on the arm before grabbing it and dragging him in with her. This was her wedding present from the rest of the bridesmaids, and they were all determined to see Chris participate even if it killed him.

  Finally Chris could put it off no longer. All the girls had gone and were discussing their readings with each other. He had no choice but to enter the back room and face the music.

  "Come in, come in. I don't bite, I promise."

  Chris looked around the small room in surprise. He had expected the stereotypical dark room with moons and stars and a woman dressed like a gypsy from the movies. He hadn't expected a forty-something woman smartly dressed in what looked like a designer suit, with her hair pulled back sitting at a table bare of decoration.

  "Oh, sorry. I was looking for, um...” His voice trailed off as he realized he was about to insult the woman.

  "Yes, I know. Don't worry. I am the one you have come to see. If you are looking for the drapes and stars, not today, I am afraid. I felt in the mood for something more, mundane shall we say?” She gestured to the seat opposite her at the table. “Please have a seat."

  "So, what do you want to know?” she asked after he was seated.

  "Honestly, nothing."

  "Nothing? Then why come to see a crackpot fortune teller?"

  Chris blushed. Over thirty years old, and still he was sticking his foot in his mouth. Hell, come to think of it, I said it outside, how did she even know I said it? One of the girls must have told her. That was it.

  "The girls dragged me here. They said it was part of my duties."

  "Ah, yes, your sister's wedding.” The woman nodded her head in apparent understanding. “So, you have no questions you would like me to answer for you? No desire for money or love?"

  "I have money enough, and have no need of love in my life."

  "Hmmmm.” The woman looked down at the cards in her hands that she had started shuffling sometime in the last couple minutes. “Well, regardless of that, those young ladies out there have paid for a reading for you, and a reading you will get. If you have no questions, how about just a general reading? One card?"

  "Sure.” The sooner she was done, the quicker he could leave. He took the cards from her when she offered them, and shuffled them per her orders.

  After placing them on the table, he watched her put her hands on the cards, closing her eyes as though concentrating on them. Opening her eyes, she pulled the first one off the pile, and turned it over to place it on the table.

  "The Hierophant.” The woman tapped the card as she looked at it before continuing, “The Hierophant is usually the sign of someone in power, or someone wise. Sometimes it can be a priest, rabbi, maybe someone to do with religious ceremonies, but not always. Often it does portend a religious ceremony of some sort, though."

  Chris smirked at that. Of course it did.

  "It can also be symbolic of someone who has something to teach you, perhaps an actual teacher. It implies that perhaps it is time to experience life in a different way.” She glanced up at him quizzically. “Are you a bit conventional in something? Or perhaps you should become more conventional? There is something you need to learn, definitely. It is time to think about giving up some of your old routines. Maybe time to try something new."

  "Everything I have is working perfectly fine for me now, why would I change it?"

  "That is up to you to decide. Perhaps there is something that isn't working as well as you think it is?"

  "I'm content with my life the way it is."

  The woman nodded. “So be it. That is what the card tells me. I will tell you this, you have an interesting time ahead of you, regardless."

  * * * *

  "Chris, I told you, Dawn said to do it like this."

  "Who the hell is Dawn and what gives her the right to tell you how to do your wedding?"

  Julie sighed loudly enough that Chris could hear her, even on top of the eight foot ladder. The muttering under her breath, however, he couldn't quite catch.

  "I told you already at least one hundred times. Dawn is the wedding organizer. And she showed me what different decorations looked like, and told me how to get the effect I want."

  "Well then why they hell isn't she here doing this? That's what you pay her for, isn't it?"

  "Actually, no, it isn't. She has gone above and beyond what any of the other organizers would do for the same price."

  Chris finished pinning up the fabric the way Julie wanted it and turned back to his sister, climbing down the ladder. “What do you mean at the same price? I told you whatever you wanted was fine. You don't have to scrimp and get a substandard organizer."

  "Dammit, Chris, you still don't listen to me. When are you ever going to learn to listen to a woman?"

  "I always listen to women."

  "No, you don't. I've told you a hundred times that I chose Dawn because she is the best at what she does, not the cheapest. I like her, and she was willing to give me what I wanted. Not too much and not too little."

  "Well at the price this wedding is costing me, someone should be doing everything for you."

  "Chris, I want to do this. This is what I have always dreamed of. Doing things like this with my friends and family. My fiancé helping right beside me.” Julie looked over at Tommy who was helping one of her bridesmaids with the gift table. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. “A wedding isn't about how much you can afford to have someone do, it's about your friends and family being with you like this."

  Julie shook her head. “At times like this I can understand why you never have long-term relationships. You're too set in your ways, and always have to be right."

  "I don't have a girlfriend, ‘cause I don't want one."

  "You mean to tell me you're happy with a different girl every week? Don't you want someone you can come home to at night, someone you can share things with?"

  "Hell, no. I'm happy the way things are. I don't need the trappings of a relationship.” Realizing how he must sound to a woman about to get married, he reached out and put his arms around his sister. “Honey, it's alright for you, it's what you want. But it isn't for me. I'm sorry, but there isn't a woman on this planet who could convince me to settle down."'

  "You know that relat
ionships aren't all like Mom and Dad's."

  "I know, sis. But really, I'm doing fine. Stop worrying about me."

  Chris watched her try to smile for him. She wouldn't accept that he really was okay alone. He had no problem finding women when he wanted them, and he had even had a couple serious relationships in his life. Well, three months was long enough for him, even if not for her. It wasn't his fault. He just never felt the desire to be with a woman long-term.

  As he debated trying to explain further, his attention was dragged across the room by a woman walking toward them. She was short, about five foot one and shapely. Her body had curves everywhere it was supposed to, was perfectly proportioned, and the way she moved kept his attention riveted to her.

  She was perfect. Suddenly all he wanted to do was take the woman home and make love to her all night.

  Julie's head followed his eyes and she smacked him on the shoulder. “Oh no you don't, Cassanova. That's Dawn. You keep your grubby paws off of her."

  "Whatever do you mean, sister of mine?” Chris tried to respond lightly, but his eyes never left the woman making her way to them.

  "She's too good for the likes of you. I like her, and I don't want you breaking her heart. Anyway, she isn't your type."

  Chris pulled his attention back for that. “What do you mean?"

  "She isn't tall, blonde and shallow. Leave her alone."

  Before he could respond, Dawn was there, reaching out to Julie in a friendly gesture. He watched the two women hug hello, and he felt something drop in his stomach as he saw her smile for the first time.

  It lit up her entire face, making was what otherwise an ordinarily pretty face into one that was absolutely beautiful. At the sight of that smile, something roared up inside him and claimed her. “Mine,” it said. He couldn't explain it but his body hungered for hers in a way it never had for any woman before.

  Julie turned her back to him, as though to block him out of the conversation and started to discuss balloon placement. She should know him better than that. Her little maneuvering wasn't enough to keep him off his game.

  "Hi, I'm Chris."

  Dawn turned that smile up to him, and he could have sworn his knees turned to jelly for a second. “Oh, the older brother. I've heard a lot about you."