Illicit

by Opal Carew

  Travis grabbed the handcuff dangling from Erik’s wrist. “Oh, wait. Take off your shirt first.”

  Erik tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Travis grabbed the empty bracelet again and snapped it around Erik’s other wrist, then clipped the chain of the cuffs to the wall. Erik now stood with his hands fastened above his head.

  Twenty-one

  Lindsay waited in the hallway while Travis and Connor prepared the scene. Travis opened the door and gestured for her to come in. She peered inside and her breath caught at the sight of Erik chained to the wall, his big, broad chest naked. She wanted to stride over to him right now and run her hands over his solid muscles.

  “So what’s the fantasy?” Erik asked.

  Connor chuckled. “Uh, real live cop handcuffed to the wall. What could be sexier than that?”

  Lindsay totally agreed. Except if that cop broke free and grabbed her wrist, then threw her on the bed. Oh, God, had Erik picked up that image?

  Erik’s gaze darted to the door and he scowled as soon as he saw her.

  “Why the hell did you bring her here?”

  Her stomach fluttered as she stepped toward him.

  “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry about the way I reacted when you told me about your talent,” she said, “but I was just confused and shocked. I needed a little time to get used to the idea. But I did and I think it’s great.” She didn’t want to tell him the rest yet. She and Travis and Connor had talked about it and they all agreed that she needed to prove it to him first, or he wouldn’t believe it.

  “So why am I chained up?” he asked.

  “Well, that was our idea,” Connor said. “We thought you might storm off if we just brought Lindsay in. We also thought that if you were turned on, you’d be more receptive to her presence.”

  “And you think that’s a sound way for a relationship talk to go.”

  “No, you definitely need to talk. Afterward.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Afterward?”

  “Yeah, we want you to watch for a bit.”

  Connor drew her closer and his hand stroked along her shoulder. She shivered at the sharp bite of Erik’s gaze, but he didn’t protest as Connor unbuttoned her shirt, then slipped it from her shoulders. Goose bumps quivered along her flesh as Erik perused her breasts. Travis moved behind her and unfastened her bra, then Connor tugged it free.

  Erik’s smoldering gaze dropped to her naked breasts, and lingered. Her nipples spiked to attention. Travis stared at her swelling nipples, too.

  “Erik,” Travis said, still admiring her, “just look at her naked breasts. Her hard nipples.”

  Connor’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her tight buds, and heat melted through her.

  Travis walked to Erik and unzipped his jeans, then drew out his long, hard cock. “So what would you like to do to Lindsay right now?”

  He stroked Erik’s cock up and down, making Erik groan.

  Lindsay had to stifle a whimper as Connor’s mouth covered her hard nub.

  * * *

  Erik couldn’t help it. He imagined leaning down and sucking her nipple, just as Connor was doing. Her small whimper sent his blood boiling.

  As Travis stroked Erik’s cock, driving his need higher, he imagined Lindsay drawing away from Connor and walking to the bed, then slipping off her shorts and undies and stretching out on the bed. He imagined watching as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy and stroked, her gaze locked on his raging cock, her tongue gliding around her lips as if she hungered for him.

  * * *

  The images careened through Lindsay in rapid-fire. They were coming too fast. She wouldn’t remember them all.

  She grasped Connor’s head and lifted. Her nipple ached as his lips left it cold and wanting.

  “I’m sensing what he wants,” she whispered in his ear. “I think it’s time.”

  Connor nodded and she walked to the bed, then slipped off her shorts and panties. She positioned herself, now totally naked, on the bed, leaning against the pillows as she’d seen in the images she assumed were coming from Erik and not her subconscious.

  Travis squeezed Erik’s cock and pumped it a few times, then let go. Erik’s solid erection pointed straight at her. God, she longed to lunge for it and swallow it deep.

  She stroked her breast, then glided down her belly to her mound. She cupped it, then slid her finger down farther and slipped into her velvety slickness. Erik’s gaze followed her fingers. His cock twitched as she continued to stroke, her fingers lighting pleasure inside her, but she longed for Erik to stroke her. For his cock to drive inside her. Images drifted through her head of Erik breaking free of the cuffs and bounding toward her, then turning her over and smacking her bottom until it blazed red.

  As disorienting as the images were, she realized he could do nothing while chained to the wall.

  She arched her eyebrow. “Really, Erik? Corporal punishment?”

  Confusion flickered in his eyes, then he gazed at her with renewed interest, though she could tell his hormones were affecting his thoughts as he continued to glance from her fingers to her face.

  “That’s right. I’d love to smack your bottom right now. Release me from the cuffs.”

  She shook her head, then drove her fingers inside again, enjoying the glow of pleasure rippling through her. “I don’t think so. I’m more in the mood for pleasure right now rather than pain.”

  “Really?”

  A wash of images flooded through her involving Connor and Travis.

  She drew her finger from inside her and opened her arms. “Guys, I could use some help over here.”

  * * *

  Erik watched as Travis and Connor sat down on the bed beside her and she guided Travis’ head to her pussy. He could just imagine his own tongue gliding over her hot, wet opening as Travis licked her. She tucked her hand under her breast and lifted, urging Connor to take it in his mouth.

  Erik’s cock ached as his two friends licked and sucked on her delectable, naked body.

  “Oh, please, Travis. Drive your tongue inside me.” She arched against him and moaned. “Eat me until you make me come.”

  Connor sucked hard on her breast as Travis dove right into her pussy. Erik imagined her arching against him, moaning. Her pelvis arched against Travis.

  He wanted to hear her beg Travis for more. To beg him to make her come.

  “Travis, please … more!” She arched again. “Oh, God, please, make me come.”

  Travis guided her legs over his shoulders, opening them wider. He dove deeper and her moans increased. Connor switched to her other breast and sucked. She wound her fingers in Travis’ long hair and pulled him tighter against her. Then she wailed in release, her face contorted in ecstasy.

  Erik’s cock throbbed as Travis drew away, then stripped off his clothes and laid down beside her. Connor also stripped and stretched out on the other side of her. Both their cocks were fully erect, ready for action.

  Erik longed to be there, lying so close to her. Touching her. Then climbing on top of her and driving inside her.

  “He’s awfully turned on.” She smiled at Erik. “He wishes he were over here now, making love to me.”

  Was she trying to make him think she could read his fantasies? If so, she’d have to do better than that. Everything so far had been highly predictable.

  She grasped both long, hard cocks beside her and began to stroke. “Since he can’t fuck me right now, maybe one of you should do it for him.”

  “Or maybe both of us?”

  She smiled at Erik. “What do you think, Erik? Both of them?”

  Images skittered through him. Of Connor in front of her and Travis behind her. Of both of them driving into her until she screamed in ecstasy.

  A big smile claimed her face and she murmured something to them. Travis grabbed some lube from the side table and coated his long cock with the gel. Connor drew her to her feet and she turned and bent over, leaning on the bed, as Travis
stepped behind her. Erik’s cock ached as he watched Travis press his glistening cock to her back opening. She drew in a deep breath as he pressed into her, then slowly eased forward.

  “You okay?” Travis asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” she responded, her cheeks flushed in excitement.

  Erik licked his lips as the big shaft continued into her. Once Travis was completely immersed, he held her against him and turned her around. He leaned against the bed as Connor stepped forward and positioned his cock against her pussy.

  “You ready, doll?”

  She nodded and he glided into her. She moaned at the deep invasion. Travis lifted her legs and she wrapped them around Connor’s waist. Connor began to thrust into her. At the same time, Travis rocked his pelvis, pushing his cock in and out as Connor fucked her.

  Erik’s cock throbbed at the erotic sight in front of him, exactly as he imagined it.

  “Oh, God, yes. Oh, yeah.” Her words became thin and needy.

  Connor thrust faster.

  “Oh, yes. Oh—” Her fingers clutched tight around his shoulders as she moaned. “I’m going to … yes, deeper.” She wailed. “I’m … ahhh … coming.”

  Her wail increased as she rode the wave of pleasure. Connor groaned and jerked against her. Travis began to moan, his thrusts making her gasp. Then he grunted his release.

  Erik’s cock ached, threatening to burst at any second. He could almost come just watching them. She wailed, clinging to Connor.

  Finally, she collapsed between them, the three of them gasping for breath, their bodies glistening with sweat.

  God damn it, he wanted to drive into any one of them right now. But preferably Lindsay.

  A sweet smile claimed her lips as she gazed at him.

  * * *

  The mattress compressed under her as Connor tumbled her onto the bed, then rolled beside her. Travis glided up behind her and tucked his arm around her waist.

  “Erik wants to come over here and fuck me.” Lindsay turned and gazed at Travis’ profile as he lay on the pillow next to her.

  Travis smiled at her. “I’m not surprised.”

  “Or one of you.”

  “Still not surprising.” Connor rolled onto his stomach, arching his ass up a little. His hand drifted down her stomach and rested on her mound. “I think we could all use a little nap.”

  Travis laughed, then rolled onto his stomach, too. He found her mound, also, and the two big, warm hands cupped her, one finger sliding into her slick opening just a little bit.

  Both Travis and Connor faced her on the pillows and Connor winked at her, then closed his eyes. She allowed her eyes to drift closed, too. It was cozy and warm, and … arousing. Especially knowing Erik was watching them intently. She wanted to arch against their hands. Even though both the men holding her now had just driven into her until they all climaxed … she wanted Erik. She opened her eyes to see Erik gazing at her smugly, obviously sensing her desire for him.

  She closed her eyes again and feigned sleep.

  A powerful image washed through her, of Erik pulling himself free from the handcuffs and charging across the room, then driving his cock into her, deep and hard. He trapped her hands above her head and thrust and thrust until she wailed beneath him. Pleasure pumped through her and she arched, her whole body stiffening as she achieved an exquisite release.

  She sucked in air as she opened her eyes and stared at him, still attached to the wall. She closed her eyes again … and was pulled into another fantasy … Erik kneeling on the bed between her legs, pressing her thighs wide. He leaned forward and his tongue dipped into her.

  Her eyelids flicked open again. This was unnerving … but at the same time, totally thrilling.

  An image of Erik pressing her to the wall, his fingers gliding into her slick opening, darted through her.

  “Oh, God.” She sat up. “Where’s the key?” She climbed off the end of the bed, drawn inexorably to Erik. His big cock stood tall and proud and she wanted to wrap her hand around it, then her lips.

  An image of his cock driving into her. She walked toward him and he smiled. She could just take what she wanted. He was the one chained to the wall. Why not tease him?

  His long, hard cock sliding in and out. She groaned.

  “Connor, where is the key?”

  Connor pushed himself from the bed and walked toward the dresser, his flaccid cock swinging as he walked, and picked up the key, then strode to her side. She held out her hand, but he shook his head as he reached for Erik’s wrists. “You’ll never reach.”

  Given that Erik’s hands were a foot above his head and Lindsay barely reached Erik’s shoulder, he was right. As soon as Connor disengaged the cuffs from the wall and flicked open one bracelet, Erik moved like a blur and Lindsay found herself spun around, pushed back against the wall. Erik took her lips with passionate force, driving his tongue inside. Then his cock grazed her belly and—

  “Oh, God.”

  His big, hard shaft drove into her, ramming her against the wall. He drove so deep she cried out in exquisite pleasure. His solid body held her firm as he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, the loose cuff still swinging from his wrist. She felt dominated and totally possessed.

  He thrust again, then again, his lips moving on hers with mind-numbing authority.

  Fuck me fuck me fuck me, she cried in her mind. He thrust and thrust and thrust. Pleasure stormed through her like a maelstrom. He pounded her against the wall and she wound her tongue around his as they both rode the wave of rising bliss. He released her mouth and she gasped, then moaned at the explosion of ecstasy.

  As the joyful euphoria swept through her, she wanted his name on her tongue. “Oh … God … Erik.” Was that her desire or his?

  It didn’t matter. As they joined in intimate bliss, she felt as one with him. Their bodies joined, their hearts beating together, their desires fused.

  He released her wrists and lifted her knees, his cock still buried deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bed. Travis slipped out of the way and joined Connor by the dresser as Erik laid her on the bed, his body above hers, his cock still inside her. And still hard. She gazed up at him and he eased back, his cock gliding along her passage in a gentle caress. He moved forward, then eased back again.

  She grasped his shoulders and he leaned down and captured her lips in a gentle, coaxing kiss. She dipped her tongue between his lips as his pelvis moved forward, gliding his big cock deep again.

  He released her lips and their gazes locked. The glow of his deep blue eyes warmed her. They stared into each other’s eyes as his cock glided in and out. A deep ache grew within her. His cock caressed her, and she squeezed.

  “God, I have missed you.”

  At his words, she moaned, pleasure of body and soul merging. She squeezed him and he groaned. His gentle thrusts increased. Faster. Deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening for him, allowing him deeper still.

  “I’ve missed you, too.”

  The ache inside her intensified with his steady thrusts. He pulsed inside her, and she gasped as an explosion of pleasure caught her off guard. Then she catapulted to heaven, Erik groaning his own release. Silky heat filled her and she moaned again, then collapsed in his arms.

  * * *

  Erik held her tighter to his body, still reeling from the intensity of their lovemaking. He could feel the fast patter of her heart against his chest, echoing his own. It was as if their souls had merged with their bodies. Poignant and breathtaking.

  And totally overwhelming. But he couldn’t tear himself away.

  She gazed up at him and smiled. “Erik, I love you.”

  Oh, God, was that her desire or his?

  No, he didn’t want to love her. He couldn’t love her.

  Suddenly, the memory of Cyndi walking out on him, suitcase in hand, flashed through his brain. All the pain of losing her came flooding back.

  If he allowed himself to love Lindsay, he
knew it would be so much worse if she left him. He didn’t want to suffer like that.

  She shifted beneath him and he eased to his side, realizing he was probably crushing her with the weight of his body. She gazed up at him uncertainly.

  “Erik, I—”

  He had to stop her words. “So you can sense my fantasies, too?” As unbelievable as it seemed, she had proven it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I really didn’t know. I mean, until you told me you could do it, I figured the images were just my imagination. Or my own desire.” She gazed at him and smiled. “It confused me when I started imagining myself with other women.”

  That image caused his cock to lurch, but he ignored it.

  “So you haven’t always been able to do it?”

  She shook her head.

  * * *

  Lindsay had felt so close to him during their lovemaking. Almost as if they were one. But now, he was pulling away, and the distance between them yawned ominously before her.

  And yet, seconds ago, she could swear he’d wanted her to say “I love you.”

  Or had that been her desire?

  She drew up the covers and sat up. “Erik, I think we should talk about this. We seem to have a really special connection.”

  He drew away from her and sat up. “The connection is special for you, but I have it with everyone, remember?”

  She sucked in a breath, feeling as if he’d slapped her. But what he said was true.

  Was Erik the only man she would experience this with?

  She was sure he was, because deep in her heart, she knew she loved him. And she longed to hear him tell her he loved her, too. She gazed at him and he scowled.

  “Lindsay, don’t make more of this than it is. The sex between us is hot, and we share an interesting connection, but that’s it.”

  Oh, God, her heart clenched so tight she thought she’d collapse. Tears prickled at her eyes.

  “You’re right, Erik. It’s nothing special.” She hopped from the bed, clinging to the sheet, and gathered her clothes, then dashed for the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door, then pulled on her clothes as quickly as she could.