Alluring Tales

by Vivi Anna, Sylvia Day, Delilah Devlin, Cathryn Fox, Myla Jackson, Lisa Renee Jones

  He didn’t know why he’d drawn out his lovemaking so long. Kili seemed eager enough to get on with it, but his hunger drove him to explore her body and discover every erogenous secret it withheld.

  With the women he’d enjoyed before, foreplay had been pleasant, but strictly a preliminary round building to the Grand Slam.

  However, Kili’s breasts seemed more delicious and velvety than any he’d ever tasted and miles more responsive. Even her cries were more compelling, building a painful urgency in his loins. One he knew he had to temper or he might hurt her.

  Never mind this was just a fantasy—a real mind-fuck. They’d share the memory of this wild-ass dream. Gunnar grew determined she’d never forget him.

  So, he curved his tongue around one beaded little point and pushed it against his teeth, rearing his head back to tug it, side to side, pushing her past comfort into the pleasure-pain zone.

  Her sexy little gasps and groans quickened like the panting of a cat and he smiled, wondering if she’d purr or snarl when she came.

  The scent of her drove him crazy. Her arousal, a mix of wild exotic musk and clean woman, blended with the flavor of her skin—every bit as appetizing as a cinnamony sticky bun.

  He released her breast and rose up on his elbows to admire his handiwork. Both nipples were reddened, the tips thick and engorged. Confined above the shelf of her little top, they looked like presents ready for unwrapping.

  Because he felt every inch the primitive male, he growled, letting the sound rumble through him, and lowered his eyelids to half-mast before glancing up at her face. Then he reached behind his head and drew down one of her small hands and placed it on her breast.

  Kili needed no coaching. Her graceful fingers fluttered over the straining peak, cupping the heavy mound then concentrating her caresses around the blushing areola. Her breaths puffed between her pursed lips as she stared down at what her fingers teased.

  He leaned close and tongued her nipple between her fingers. He stroked along the appendages, sucking on fingertips and fluttering against the erect bud that peeked between them. Then he slid down her body to lick along the bottom of her ribcage, all the while holding her fascinated gaze.

  Her gaze unknowingly held a touch of innocent wonder, while the teeth nibbling at the corner of her mouth betrayed more than a hint of worry.

  He wished he had the faculty to reassure her, but then again, it was empowering knowing he held her entire attention and her body was his for the taking—and so attuned to his love making he’d have her purring before he finished.

  He growled again, deep in his throat, loving the way her eyes widened and her breath caught.

  From fear or arousal? The latter, he thought, because her legs clamped around him tighter.

  He scooted down again, his face now level with her rounded belly. He planted kisses and licked the salt from her moist skin, loving the way her belly jumped each time he surprised her with a sexy bite.

  Her navel drew him, the opening a tender little hole that fit the tip of his tongue perfectly. He stroked inside, rimmed it, and pushed on the soft button at the center and her thighs splayed wider as her hips slammed upward against his chest.

  Almost there, sweetheart.

  He slid down further and grasped the edge of her little skirt and rolled it down to the top of her mons, exposing the first dark hairs peeking from underneath. Feeling a little more teasing was in order, he traced the edges of the skirt with his tongue and fingers, dipping beneath the band of fabric. Her hips wriggled, and he guessed she was ready to lose the skirt entirely.

  So was he. He rose up, moving to the side, and pushed the skirt down. She lifted her hips to aid him, and once free, she sighed. She spread wide her legs. An invitation to play he couldn’t resist.

  Gunnar lay down beside her and trailed his fingers from her breast to the top of her cunt, twirling his fingertips in her dark curling hair, while his gaze drank in the sight of her white thighs and moist, swollen cleft.

  Her hips rose from the fur, and a hand wrapped around his fingers to urge him further down between her legs.

  He resisted the pressure and smiled to let her know he wasn’t dense—just teasing.

  Her answering frown caused a rumble of laughter. At least he hadn’t forgotten how to do that.

  She must have taken his laughter as a challenge, because she lifted the same hand and reached over to cup the head of his cock, squeezing it gently.

  His reaction was impossible to deny—pre-cum smeared her palm, and she used the moisture to glide around his head, rubbing and squeezing harder.

  He slid a finger deep between both sets of soaking lips and tucked its length into her opening to stroke in and out. Christ, she was wet!

  Her inner walls clasped his finger, and her hips tilted up again to take him deeper. Her hand smoothed over the plump head of his cock and beneath to grasp the shaft. She squeezed up and down his length. “What’s it gonna take to make you understand? I need you inside me,” she said, her voice tight, strained.

  Gunnar understood all right. His own body was primed, ready to cover hers, ready to thrust inside and find release. Instead, he drew a deep breath to calm his racing heart and speared her cunt with a second finger, easing inward, twisting to scrape his knuckles against her inner walls. He wanted her screaming for it.

  Kili turned her body toward him and lifted a thigh over his, pressing closer to scrape his cock against her belly as she stroked up and down. “Didn’t they program you to fuck?” Her look of desperate determination undid him.

  He pushed her back on the furs and mounted her, shoving her thighs wide apart to settle his cock against her pussy. He stared at where their bodies met, thinking nothing could look sexier, and nearly groaned when she slid her fingers down to part her folds and position him at her entrance. Her hand tightened around his shaft and pulled him closer.

  Poised above her on one arm, he burrowed a hand beneath her bottom to clutch her ass and slowly pushed himself inside her, cramming past the furled lips into her moist, clasping channel.

  Sweet Jesus, she was tight and hot as he worked his way into her, flexing his hips to push forward then pull out, loving the drag and pull of her inner muscles on his penis. Gritting his teeth, he fought the need to slam into her and tunneled slowly inward, eager for her heated walls to surround him.

  In. Out. Digging deeper with each stroke. Sweat gathered between his shoulder blades as he concentrated on the measured motions, finding a rhythm that kept him sane, under control.

  The obstruction, when he butted against it, shocked him.

  Kili’s eyes flew open, and he knew the program had given them a gift—a little “celebratory” first for both of them. His whole body shuddered as he paused, cursing inwardly at the evidence of this incredibly erotic beginning.

  His body clenched as he fought to regain control, but he was too far gone, too aroused to be gentle. Holding her wide-eyed gaze, he pulled back his hips and slammed back inside, tearing through the thin membrane.

  Kili gave a strangled scream, but her arms encircled him, pulling his torso closer as he crammed his cock inside her silken sheath, pressing relentlessly forward, forcing himself as deep as he could reach. Only then, could he gather the strength to halt his movements.

  He hovered above her, dragging in deep breaths while his arms and thighs trembled as he fought to hold himself back. He squeezed his eyes shut to close out the sight of her with her brown hair glinting from the firelight, her features strained and taut.

  Her hands smoothed up his back, sliding easily in his sweat, then glided back down to trace his spine, widening as they reached his hips. When her fingers splayed to cup his ass, he opened his eyes.

  Her tremulous smile was sweeter than any he’d ever seen. “I’ll have to ask them to rerun this program,” she whispered, her voice a little unsteady. “But I’ll ask them to do a few things differently—like get you here on top of me, inside me, faster. You feel…incredible.”

/>   He hated the reminder this was only a fantasy, and that at any moment they could both be plucked out of their bed of furs and parted. Time was only relative inside the program. Half an hour on The Lunch Break time clock couldn’t last. His aggravation was tempered only by a feeling of overwhelming tenderness at the echoing sadness he read in her moist eyes.

  Would she miss him? The real him? The one trapped inside the monosyllabic Cro-Magnon.

  However, now wasn’t the time to dwell on partings. His body clamored for release. Since she didn’t betray any signs of further discomfort or pain, he pulled slowly out, almost freeing the crown of his cock, then thrust forward again.

  Her cheeks billowed around a gusting breath. “Oh yeah. Again,” she said, urging him to move with her hands.

  Another series of pulls and thrusts, the same as before, earned him a deep sigh and a quivering response from deep inside her inner walls. He increased the speed of his steady strokes, varying the angle of his hips, seeking, testing, until she gasped—and he knew he’d found that little spot of hyper-sensitive nerve endings inside her vagina. The one he’d heard about, but had never taken the time to find with any other woman.

  Scraping slowly over it, he delivered shallow thrusts, careful to rub the spot with the ridged crown of his cock. He gauged her rising excitement by her shallow gasps and the way her fingernails dug into his ass.

  “Ice Man,” she keened, her back arching and her eyes squeezing shut. “It’s happening! Jesus, now!”

  He withheld himself, continuing to stimulate the spot, wanting to draw out the moment as long as he could.

  “No, no, no! Please, fuck me!” The rising pitch of her voice and the desperate way she thrashed her head told him she neared release.

  Over the edge himself, he lengthened his strokes and hooked his arms beneath her knees to push them up and forward, tilting her hips at just the right angle to slam an inch or so deeper.

  His cock became a hammer. Hard as steel.

  Unleashed, he pounded against the cradle of her thighs. Driving his cock hard into her hot, juicy cunt. His thrusts quickened, sharpened—until tension gripped his thighs, tightened his balls. His jaws locked, and every muscle of his body strained toward release.

  Kili’s hands dropped from his shoulders and clutched the furs. Her sweet mouth opened around a scream as she arched her back. Convulsive ripples, like waves of liquid heat, caressed his shaft.

  He was lost. He slammed into her hard one last time and felt his balls erupt, jetting cum through his cock in a pulsating wash of fire.

  Afterward, he was loathe to release her legs and continued to rock his hips against her. Tension slid from his body while the last ripples rolled along his cock, slower now, fainter.

  Slowing like the rhythm of his heart.

  He removed his arms from beneath her knees and lowered himself on top of her, easing her legs alongside his thighs, while he rested most of his weight on his forearms.

  Bodies aligned but still connected, they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, until Kili’s gaze fell away.

  She drew a deep breath and blew it out. “Wow. Think there’s time for a second round?” Her attempt at lightness sounded forced.

  He hated the reminder their time was nearing an end.

  Apparently, she did, too. A shadow crossed her face, and she brushed his hair back with her fingers and tucked it behind his ears. “If you were real…if this were real…I’d want to stay like this forever.” The admission seemed real as the breathy catch in her voice.

  Gunnar didn’t want to let go either. He hoped she’d say more and give him a key he could use later to unlock the soft, sexy side of Kili when next they met.

  Here inside the program, he though he could see the heart of the real Kili, the one inside the brassy, smart-mouthed career woman. Here, she had no need for sexual subterfuge, no reason for sarcasm. She believed her thoughts and words were private—between her and a virtual reality program regulated by law to provide confidentiality. Here, he could eavesdrop on her heart’s desires.

  He just wished he could ask her outright what the hell they were.

  Four

  Kili framed his face with her palms and stared into his blue eyes. Now that her breath had caught up with her, she was content to stay like this—physically linked, blanketed by his large body. She felt truly surrounded.

  Finally, overwhelmed.

  This was the feeling she’d been seeking, although she hadn’t really known how wonderful and all-consuming it would be.

  Now, she just wished she could figure out a way to find it outside the cave—back in her real life.

  If only she could find another man like this caveman.

  Knowing she’d never find his likes again, she sighed. “This is pretend, right?” she said softly. “I’m your cavewoman. You’re my caveman-boy-toy,” she quipped. She knew he didn’t understand and was glad for it, but she babbled away just the same. She liked to talk after having explosive sex—and saying whatever came to mind helped her keep from thinking too much about what lay ahead. “Although I think I’ll leave the grunting to you. Your delivery is quite masterful, by the way.”

  His lips twitched and a growl rumbled in his chest.

  She tilted her head to the side, trying to read the intent behind his ice-blue gaze. “You understand me, don’t you?”

  He lifted his chin, and his gaze speared hers. “Ugh!”

  Her breath caught. “Then every time I asked you to fuck me and you didn’t, you were just playing, right?”

  His lips stretched around a wide, wicked grin.

  “Oooh!” She smacked his chest and laughed. “I’m almost mad at you. But I really like where we ended up, so I think I’ll forgive you.”

  When he ground his hips into her, she knew he understood her point. He punctuated it with a nip of her earlobe, which turned into sexy licks that rimmed her entire ear. Finally, he lifted his head to press a quick kiss to her mouth.

  “Yeah, I know,” she said, slipping her arms around his shoulders to snuggle closer. “This feels great. You feel…” She lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “…incredible!” She giggled. “For a woman who makes her living finding just the right words, my brain seems stuck on one so far as you’re concerned.”

  His head lowered and he nibbled at her chin, then nudged it up to suck the soft, ticklish skin along her neck.

  “Oooh, you know exactly what I love,” she said, biting her lip, when he sucked particularly hard.

  His hips circled over hers, and his cock stirred slowly back to life inside her.

  Kili rubbed her inner thighs restlessly alongside his. Round Two was underway! “But I wish I had another name for you. I feel kind of silly calling you Ice Man all the time.” She grabbed a handful of his thick hair and pulled his face back. “Will you understand if I tell you I’m Kili?” She pointed to herself. “Kili.” Then she pointed to him.

  He leaned to one side and lifted a hand to point a finger at himself, “Gnnnn.” He appeared frustrated, and his eyebrows lowered as he tried again. “Ggghhhhn,” was all he could growl out.

  “Ghhnnn. Guuun? Shall I call you Gunn? Do you like that?”

  He huffed a breath and nodded. “Ugh!”

  She grinned. “I like that so much better than Ice Man. It’s not like you’re really him. But it’s not like you’d make great date material in real life, either. I know guys don’t like to talk, but a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ every once in a while is essential.” Only that was a lie. If only she could find someone like this caveman. Her “Gunn.” She had no illusions the real Ice Man was anything at all like this roughly tender man.

  One blond eyebrow quirked upward and his head canted to the side.

  “This virtual dating—I’ve never considered it before. A girlfriend turned me onto the vacation aspect, and thought a quick fling was just the thing I needed.” She traced the edge of his sharp cheekbone, not wanting to meet his gaze when she spoke so intimately about her
inner thoughts. “I’m awfully glad she brought me here. I was feeling a little nervous. The guy you look like took my breath away, and I knew I wasn’t going to get an intelligible word out if I didn’t do something drastic to get back in control.

  “Now, I think I’ll have no problem at all, because I’m not going to be the least bit attracted to him. He’s not anything like you. All beating his chest, ape man, growling at the cameras. You’re perfectly matched to my personality. I wanted a man who was less talk/all action, and they gave it to me.”

  It must have been a trick of the light because it looked as though he crossed his eyes.

  “Next time I come here I’ll definitely ask for some adjustments. Although, I may have to mortgage my house, because I think you’re going to be an addiction.”

  His lips curved and he dipped down to nibble at her cheek.

  “I know I’m talking your ear off, but I’m still feeling chatty like I always do after a really wild bout of sex—and this was the wildest I’ve ever had, so I have lots to talk about. I used to drive my old boyfriend nuts when all he wanted to do was sleep.”

  His hips lifted and surged back inside—hard.

  “Are you jealous? Or ready for me to shut up?”

  Another sexy thrust had her lifting her knees to let him ease deeper. “A little of both, huh? No wonder Willa is always in a good mood after lunch,” she said, her breath getting lost again as her body revved up. “But I’m thinking I should have brought a change of underwear. I bet I’m soaked through.”

  A low-pitched growl sounded from outside and Gunn’s head drew back sharply, his expression instantly hardening.

  “We could ignore it,” Kili said, trying to turn his face back toward her. My time can’t be up! Please, not now!

  He glanced back down, looking as though he was about to say something. Instead, he shook his head and leaned down to kiss her hard. When he ended it, he withdrew his cock, sliding it slowly out, his jaw tightening as though the effort was killing him.