Finding Her Fantasy

by Trista Ann Michaels

  His lips brushed along her jaw, and her head fell back, her eyes closed at the feel of his lips on her skin. His hands moved lower along her spine before coming to rest at her ass. He gave her a squeeze and then mashed her against his cock, putting pressure on his thick rod.

  “How long has it been, Mel, since a man made you scream?” he asked against her mouth.

  Melinda tried to think. She’d had sex with Clark, but he’d never made her scream. He’d never made her head explode or her body shatter. He’d never made her feel the hunger that this man did, and he hadn’t even kissed her yet. God, help her when he did.

  “A long time,” she whispered.

  His mouth swiped across hers. She moaned and lifted her hands around his neck. He coaxed her mouth open by applying slight pressure to her lower lip. She couldn’t deny him and let her lips part. His tongue slid inside and licked around her teeth before sliding deeper, teasing hers with slow, deliberate twirls and flicks.

  Melinda couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure that escaped, one after another. Wow, he could kiss. Or was it just her need that made her think that? She didn’t believe that was it.

  Putting one hand behind her thigh, he lifted her leg around his hip. The move put her pussy more fully against his erection and she almost exploded right then. She rocked her hips as Jon pressed forward, applying exquisite pressure against her clit. It felt so good, she began to rock faster, pressing against him harder, trying to get his cock inside her even through their clothes.

  “Slow down, baby,” he whispered against her mouth as he pushed her leg back down.

  Slow down? What the hell did he mean slow down? Melinda wanted to shout, she was so close.

  Her legs shook as he stepped back away from her slightly, putting some distance between them.

  “Don’t leave me hanging again,” she said, much to her surprise. She hadn’t wanted to say anything, but the words had tripped out on their own.

  “I’m not about to leave you hanging,” Jon replied.

  Chapter 7

  “Go lie on that lounge.”

  She spotted the lounge he referred to and walked over on wobbly legs that seemed barely able to carry her. She positioned the back of the chair until it laid flat, then settled onto the cushions. The sun felt warm against her skin, and beads of sweat began to cover her flesh as she watched Jon remove his shirt.

  Her eyes remained glued to his wide chest as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground. Wow, he looked good. Smooth tan skin over taut, hard muscles. There was hardly any fat on him at all, she noticed as her gaze wandered down his rigged abs.

  After he pulled a condom from his pocket, his fingers worked loose the buttons of his slacks, then lowered the zipper. Melinda held her breath as he pushed his pants and underwear over his hips, releasing his engorged cock to her hungry gaze.

  Wow, he was bigger than she initially thought. Thick and long, the head purple and moist at the tip as precum oozed from the slit. She licked her lips, and Jon’s eyes narrowed on her mouth.

  “Keep doing that and you’ll have my cock in your mouth instead of your pussy.”

  Melinda blinked at the rough sound to his voice. At that moment, he looked so much like Erik it was startling. “Are you sure the two of you aren’t brothers?” she asked.

  “The two of who?” he asked in amusement as he grabbed one of the pillows from the chair next to them and tossed it onto the patio at the foot of the lounge.

  “You and Erik,” she replied, hardly able to breath as she wait for Jon to take her.

  He grabbed her ankles and tugged her forward so that her ass was at the edge of the lounge. Melinda squealed and bit back a giggle at his hot, rough handling.

  “We’re not brothers,” he said as he spread her thighs wide. “Although I think of him as one.”

  He put the flat of his hand on her pussy, and her hips bucked off the cushion, seeking more.

  “I think we can come up with something to talk about other than mine and Erik’s relationship,” Jon said as he dipped his head between her legs. “Like how good you look.” He spread her labia with the tips of his fingers and swiped his tongue over her clit. “And how good you taste.”

  He dipped his tongue into her opening. She cried out and lifted her hips off the cushion toward his face. Jon backed away and shoved her back down with his hand on her hip.

  “Don’t you dare come yet,” he commanded.

  Her eyes went wide as his words sank in. Was he serious? Don’t come? She doubted she could stop it, especially when he did things like lick her. Was he nuts?

  “Just relax,” he said in a softer tone as he dipped his head again.

  Melinda bit her lip and tried to hold her hips still as he nibbled along her labia. His teeth and lips teased and tormented her at the same time, making her moan and wiggle, despite her attempt to remain still. He drove her crazy, and she had a feeling he knew it.

  She let out a low groan and said, “Oh God.”

  Arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward the warm sunshine. His wicked tongue made her crazy, made her want to shout and beg him to take her, make her come, something…anything.

  He again pulled away from her and straightened.

  Melinda whined in protest. “Don’t,” she whispered.

  “Patience,” he murmured.

  Melinda watched as he came to his feet and walked to the table a few feet away. She admired his tight ass, unable to take her eyes off him as he grabbed a handful of grapes and began to walk back to her. His cock stood thick and tall, almost reaching his naval. He looked bigger now than he did earlier. She frowned slightly, wondering when he’d rolled on the condom. God, she wanted him. She wanted him so bad, she actually ached inside. The need tightened the walls of her pussy and made her hips lift slightly as the warm summer breeze blew across her exposed clit.

  Without even thinking about it, she slid her hand down her stomach toward her pussy. She needed something, even if it was her own touch.

  Jon grabbed it, stopping her just as her fingers reached her swollen nub.

  “We’ll do that another time,” he said.

  Holding the other hand above her pussy, he squeezed the grapes. Juice dripped over her labia and she moaned as even that featherlike touch made her want to howl. He moved his hand upward, letting the juice drip along her stomach and over her breasts.

  He tossed the grapes aside and bent to lick the juice from her breasts. Melinda moaned and squirmed, arching her breasts farther into his mouth. Her hips wiggled as well, searching for something to press against, but he was careful to keep himself away from her. He deliberately kept his touch just out of reach.

  He dropped to his knees as his lips moved down her stomach. He placed a soft kiss on her mound, just above her clit. She could feel his lips spread into a smile against her flesh just before he spoke. “I like that you shave,” he murmured. “I like seeing this bare pussy glistening with your cream.”

  Melinda moaned and grasped the cushion on either side of her hips, holding tight to the fabric.

  “But you know what I think I would like seeing more?” He straightened and pulled her hips closer to the edge.

  “What?” she asked breathlessly.

  “That glistening pussy full of my cock.”

  Before Melinda could even react, he thrust his cock into her pussy. She screamed and lifted her hips, forcing him deeper as he gave her every inch he had. His thickness stretched her walls tight and their positions allowed his shaft to rub against that sensitive spot just inside her channel.

  “Oh, yes,” she hissed as he pulled out, then thrust back in, filling her even deeper.

  “Oh, yeah,” he whispered as he watched his cock slide in and out of her opening. “I definitely like the look of that.”

  Melinda liked the feel of that. He felt so good, so big, so hot inside her she could hardly keep herself from screaming with every deep thrust of his cock into her channel. Her walls quivered
and her womb tightened. She could feel her release building. Her inner thighs began to shake and her hips lifted higher, her movements becoming more frantic as her release grew ever closer.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”

  Jon growled in response and pressed deeper, allowing his groin to grind against her clit and his balls to slap against her ass. That touch against her sensitive tip was the straw that opened her floodgates. With a loud shout she was sure would embarrass her later, she exploded. A blinding light flashed behind her eyes as her release crested, sending her flying over the edge.

  It didn’t end quickly. Jon moved in a way that prolonged it, giving her more pleasure than she ever thought she could feel during sex. It was almost too much.

  Almost.

  Just as her last throb of pleasure tensed her womb, Jon found his own climax and shouted as he pressed deep.

  “Oh, wow,” she said, unable to move.

  Jon leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I think we both need a shower,” he murmured, sounding just as drained as she felt.

  “I’m not sure I can move to get into one.”

  Jon’s chuckle vibrated against her breasts, and she groaned aloud as a tingling sensation began to work its way through her lower body.

  “How about you just carry me upstairs so I can take a nap?” she asked, only half-serious.

  * * * *

  Erik leaned against the bedroom doorjamb and watched the slow rise and fall of Melinda’s chest as she slept. She’d kicked the covers off and the moonlight shone through the open French door to illuminate her body. She looked so enticing lying there on her back, one leg slightly bent and to the side, her arms over her head, her hands buried under the pillow.

  His gaze dropped to her smooth pussy, and his cock twitched behind the zipper of his pants. They’d only been teasing her earlier about making her share a bedroom with them, but now he wished they hadn’t been. He wanted her in his room, in his bed, her body curled next to his.

  He’d watched Jon fuck her earlier on the patio and had almost joined them, but instead had decided to hang back and enjoy watching her respond to Jon. He liked the way her body moved and the way she screamed when she came. He wanted to hear it again. Right now.

  Jon was in bed. It would be just him and Melinda, which right now he believed was the better way to go. She didn’t live her brother’s lifestyle. It was doubtful she’d done two men at once, so he wanted to ease her into that a little more slowly than they usually did.

  He could easily find himself falling for her. If he were honest with himself, he could probably admit he was already half in love with her. He’d found himself thinking of her often ever since the first time he’d met her. He’d regularly wondered how in the hell she’d ended up with someone like Clark. He shook his head, chastising himself for not going after her sooner.

  He hadn’t out of respect for her brother, but the second Marcus had called them, he’d jumped at the chance, then hoped he hadn’t come across as too eager. Shaking his head, Erik pushed away from the door and walked to the nightstand, where he pulled out handcuffs and the Rabbit. It was time he stopped standing here daydreaming and started acting on his lust.

  Chapter 8

  Melinda sighed as something warm and thick slid into her pussy. Her hips lifted to take it deeper and a moan escaped her lips, echoing through the room.

  Who was this? Was it Jon? She wiggled her hips and decided it couldn’t be Jon. The rod didn’t fill her as fully as he had. Vibrations began to snake through her body and move against her clit.

  The Rabbit, she realized.

  Opening her eyes, she tried to see in the darkened room. A dark form moved off to her right and she gasped, trying to sit up but couldn’t. Her wrists were bound and attached to the headboard of the bed.

  “Shh,” the figure said and Melinda realized it was Erik.

  He moved into the stream of moonlight coming through the door, and she stared in awe at his glorious naked body. Jeez, he looked incredible. Like some moon god come to life right here at her side.

  She watched as he climbed onto the bed and settled on his knees between her splayed thighs. He reached down and adjusted the toy, making her sigh as he pushed it just a little deeper.

  “I liked watching you earlier today,” he murmured.

  Her cheeks heated. She hadn’t even thought about having an audience. She’d been too aroused to think of anything other than what Jon had made her feel.

  Her gaze dropped to his cock, curious if he was as close to Jon’s size as she hoped he was. The toy vibrated inside her, but it was the thought of Erik thrusting into her that had her hips undulating with the rhythm of the toy. He was just as thick and maybe a little longer.

  He gripped the base and squeezed. Precum slipped out and dotted the tip. She licked her lips, wanting to taste that cream on her tongue.

  “Damn, you make a pretty picture,” Erik growled.

  He lifted his hand and brushed his long hair off his face. Melinda couldn’t take her eyes off the way his muscles rippled as his arm moved. Between staring at him and the toy tormenting her pussy, she was fast approaching release.

  Was he just going to watch her again?

  She wrapped her fingers around the bindings between her wrists and the bed and tugged. With a moan, she lifted her hips slightly, hoping to entice him. Would he be as good as Jon? God, she bet he was better.

  Erik dropped forward and braced his hands on either side of her shoulders. With a wicked grin that made her heart race wildly, he bent his head and licked his tongue across her nipple. She moaned and arched her back, trying to force her breasts farther into his mouth.

  Growling, he opened his lips and engulfed the tip into his hot mouth. His teeth scraped along the hard bud and she shivered from head to toe.

  “Like that toy inside you?” he murmured around her breast.

  “Yes,” she hissed in response.

  “So do I,” he growled. “I like watching you move. I like watching your face as you come.”

  All she could do was moan. She couldn’t speak; she couldn’t beg. She could only pant and cry out as his teeth bit down on her sensitive nub.

  He reached to the side and grabbed one of the pillows. “Lift up,” he said, although she barely heard him.

  She lifted her head, and he slid the pillow beneath it, giving her a bit of an incline. She watched in fascination as he moved upward and placed his cock right at her mouth. Melinda didn’t hesitate. She opened her lips, allowing him to press his thick rod into her mouth.

  He was hot and thick, his shaft pulsing against her tongue and lips. The salty taste of him filled her mouth as she sucked the precum from the tip. His groan encouraged her to continue, to become bolder, to take even more of him into her mouth.

  Her jaw ached as his cock stretched it wide. Her throat fought against the invading tip, but she forced it to relax. Her hips began to buck as her release built hard and fast. Erik sensed it and encouraged her to suck hard, to lick him like candy.

  Melinda groaned around his shaft as the beginning stirrings of her release began to take hold. Stars exploded behind her eyes just as Erik exploded in her mouth. She sucked harder, swallowing his warm cum, loving the taste as it filled her throat and mouth.

  Erik moaned and pulled his cock free just as the last throbs of her orgasm began to fade. He stared down at her in surprise and then smiled softly as he reached to pull the toy free.

  “This sweet little thing has taken a beating today, hasn’t it?” he asked.

  He palmed her pussy and she moaned, lifting herself toward his warm hand. With slow, gentle motions, he massaged her mound. If he kept that up, she’d want him again—or want sex again. She hadn’t had him yet.

  She closed her eyes as she began to struggle with how she’d behaved today. She’d let them do whatever they wanted. She’d become excited at the idea of toys being inserted and limbs being tied, and God help her, even the spank
ing had practically sent her into orbit.

  She never imagined she would enjoy this sort of stuff, but apparently she did.

  “God, I could take you again,” he growled as he moved down her body, putting his face between her thighs.

  Melinda sighed as he placed soft, featherlight kisses along her labia. Even now, after coming like she had, she wanted him again. She could feel her body coming alive once more. She tugged at the bindings but couldn’t free herself, and blood pounded through her veins with a deafening roar at the realization she was completely at his mercy.

  He placed a lingering kiss on her mound just above her clit and then pushed himself off the bed. Melinda gaped in shock.

  “What? Where are you going?”

  “To bed,” he replied, his lips lifting in a small, amused smile. “As should you. We have a long day tomorrow.” He turned to leave. “Sweet dreams.”

  Her mouth dropped open that he would start something and then just leave her. She tugged at the bindings and growled.

  “Erik! You forgot the…Damn it,” she snapped as she realized he wasn’t coming back.

  At least there was enough slack so that she could bring them down a little, allowing the blood to get back into her fingers. With another snarl of aggravation, she again tugged at the silk bindings and then sighed in resignation. It looked like she was tied up for the night.

  She stared at the ceiling wondering how the hell she’d found herself in this mess. Her brother for starters. Her need to bury herself in work for another. And if she were honest with herself, her snarling, bitchy attitude lately had something to do with it as well. And of course there was her drinking.

  As she watched the moonlight play on the wall and listened to the sound of the surf just a few feet away, she realized she hadn’t drunk anything since Marcus’s office. Was that just a day or so ago? It felt like she’d been here for longer than that. Not once had she wanted a drink or even thought about it for that matter.