by Sara Daniel
“Foul,” Bob shouted, swearing his displeasure at the referee.
“Oh boy, this game’s getting ugly. Give me a refill,” Lola said.
Two fingers replaced the one, sliding into her wet and ready opening, stretching her delightfully.
Haley gasped. “More.”
Her lover’s amazing fingers thrust in her, then slowly inched out, then repeated. Once again, Seth’s image filled her mind—his hair, adorably rumpled, falling forward into his eyes. She longed to smooth the errant strands and tease his curls, then run her fingers along his sculpted cheeks and strong chin.
“More, more, more,” Haley chanted. The other women set their glasses next to Lola’s as if she were giving them orders.
He gave her more, quickening the pace to a fevered pitch. She could barely think enough to slosh crème de cacao into the glasses.
“I’m so hot,” she moaned. Her nipples beaded, begging for some of the attention devoted to her lower body.
“That’s because you’re way over-pouring the alcohol,” Gina teased.
Haley was. She had no idea which bottle she was tipping from and didn’t care. “It’s so good this way. I want more. More.”
His thumb flicked her clit, not teasing this time but working her toward the climax. She released her body to him, no longer trying to ensure she’d get what she needed but believing beyond all doubt that he would maximize her pleasure.
“These are the best martinis ever,” Lola declared.
“Oh yeah.” Haley lifted her glass. “The best.”
Haley’s Man was amazing. Incredible. Maybe the time had come to leave the fantasy of Seth in her past. He embodied the thrill of catching the man just out of reach, but he couldn’t possibly make her body sing the way this lover did.
The only thing marring her experience was her growing terror she’d never feel this kind of a sexual perfection again. She’d recognize Haley’s Man any time he touched her from now on, so she’d never again be able to offer him the faceless, nameless experience of his fantasies.
“Yes, that’s more like it.” Across the room, Charlie fist-pumped the air. The crowd on TV went wild, while the rest of the guys jumped to their feet.
“Twenty seconds left in the game, six points to tie it. We can do this, guys,” Bob yelled, as if the players could hear him and take his advice.
“Yes, please do this,” Haley begged. She’d imagined the public orgasm would be so easy—a few sips of martini, a few oh-oh-oh moans. But her lover wasn’t building up to a sweet, gentle fizzle of pleasure. He’d stroked and stoked a mind-blowing, earth-shattering vortex inside her.
His hand slid away, leaving her body aching and empty.
“No, we’re not going to end like this,” Haley cried.
“Damn straight, we’re not. We stole the ball from the center. We’re going to make a comeback.” Charlie and Bob chest-bumped.
Warm, moist air slid over her clit, followed by a beautiful swipe of her lover’s tongue. Haley’s Man was back. Her senses went wild.
On TV and across the room, the fans had worked themselves into a frenzy. Even Gina and Lola raised their glasses and cheered.
Haley was beyond cheering. She needed relief. Despite her resolve to leave him in her past, in her mind Seth kissed her, pleasuring her with his lips and his tongue. Between her legs, her real lover did exactly that with pitch-perfect precision.
“Yes. More. Faster,” she cried.
“They better move fast. Only eleven seconds left,” Lola said, her eyes glued to the screen.
Her lover’s tongue circled her clit, as his fingers slid inside her again. Her pleasure spun out of control. She grasped the edge of the counter in a final desperate effort not to fall gasping on the floor and ruin the perfect finish.
“One more three-point basket to tie it, five more seconds in the game,” the announcers on TV hollered.
“Yes,” Haley screamed, the fever within her transcending the shouting in the room and melee in the stadium across town.
Her body splintered. She bucked, then convulsed against his hand and mouth. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. “Yes, yes, this is it. Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed.
Everyone in the room shouted and screamed as a player threw a ball across the court. A buzzer sounded on TV. The ball swished through the basket. “Overtime, baby.”
Gina and Lola jumped up and down, hugging each other, clutching their martini glasses and spraying chocolate liqueur in every direction.
“Yes, yes.” Haley sagged against the bar, sated and depleted, her lover’s amazing fingers still filling her.
Gina turned to her. “You were cheering, girl. I didn’t think you were a basketball fan.”
Haley gasped, unable to catch her breath. Her world had been transformed, and it had nothing to do with basketball. She didn’t even know her transformer’s face or name. “Not normally, but that was The Best Ever.”
Haley’s Man stroked her slowly and completely as if in agreement with her words. He slid out, leaving her shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“Haley, quick, throw some beers over here before overtime starts,” Charlie called from in front of the TV.
“Beer. Yeah.” Her numb mind took several moments to process the mundane request. Sex had always been fun and easy, and she’d expected the same. But this had been much more from start to finish. Her life was exactly the same. Yet, she felt as though her entire world had been transformed.
She bent over the mini-fridge and pulled out bottles, reaching up to set them on the counter. Gina and Lola grabbed them from the bar and handed them across the room.
Once she’d pulled out enough for everyone, Haley stayed crouched in front of the fridge, almost afraid to turn around. Haley’s Man was behind her, he of the mind-blowing, once-in-a-lifetime, out-of-this-world orgasm. She could feel his body heat and hear his ragged breathing that matched her own pounding heart.
Sure, she’d fulfilled his faceless, nameless fantasy. But she hadn’t given him anything special compared to what he’d given her. In fact, he had to have been downright miserable crouched on the wooden floor between her legs for so long. Somehow, she had to find a way to make that up to him so she could again and again experience this magic he’d delivered to her body.
She glanced over her shoulder. Steady hazel eyes stared at her through a rumpled mess of hair that had fallen forward. A sheen of sweat coated his skin.
Seth?
Chapter 5
Seth’s tie hung from his shoulder, while his wrinkled white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Had he been watching some other guy give her pleasure this whole time? Oh, please no.
Haley turned completely around, scanning for anyone else lurking under the bar, but they were alone behind the counter.
Seth had given her that mind-blowing orgasm? How was that possible? What happened to the guy she’d connected with online, the one whose fetish was to make her come without knowing who he was?
“Seth,” she whispered, and this time she managed to say his name out loud. She hadn’t thought he would touch her that way. Not unless she’d thrown her body at him.
She gulped. Wearing a skirt with no underwear and standing directly over him probably counted as throwing herself at him. “Are you the one I set this up with on the fetish site?”
He nodded, his cheeks pink.
“Wow. I—I don’t know what to say.” The man had just given her the most incredible sexual experience of her life. She ought to say something profound. Unfortunately, the orgasm hadn’t just revolutionized her vagina, it had fried her brain too.
“I agree. Wow.” His lips curved into that lopsided expression she adored.
She brushed his hair back from his face, her fingers tingling as she made contact with his skin.
“Overtime’s going to start,” Charlie bellowed. “Where’s Seth? I haven’t seen him since he brought down the Scotch.”
He’d been such a wonderful, generous lover Haley didn’t want him to have any regrets. She pulled another beer bottle from the fridge, then smoothed his shirt. Her hand stuttered over his pounding heart, and she concentrated on straightening the length of his tie. Then she offered her hand to help him stand.
“He’s back here with me getting a beer,” she announced to the group, as the heat from his hand raced up her arm, leaving her entire body tingling.
“Seth? When did the bartending tyrant let you back there?” Gina leaned over the edge of the counter.
“Before the end of the game. You all were a little distracted and probably didn’t notice.” He winked at Haley, keeping his palm clasped with hers after he was standing.
Gina pinned them both with a suspicious stare.
Haley shifted her bare feet, trying to look like she’d simply been moaning over martinis and screaming with the basketball game. Now that she’d lived out the moment, she had no desire to make her orgasm public. Seth had given her the most intimate, intense sexual experience of her life. Her skin heated, remembering.
She’d first resented her lover for not being Seth. Then as he kept caressing her until she was cross-eyed and crazy with desire, she’d decided to give up Seth to make him part of her life. But all along Haley’s Man and Seth were one in the same.
She could have them both—if Seth wanted her. He called the shots, as surely as he had in drawing out her pleasure.
“Come sit on my lap, babe.” Charlie called to Gina.
Gina laughed. “Like you’re actually going sit through the rest of the game. We’ll talk later,” she promised Haley, as the rest of the women gravitated to the TV. The referee blew the whistle, starting the three minutes of overtime.
Haley didn’t care about the game. Nerves flooded her as she set the extra beer on the counter and turned to face Seth. She had no idea where she stood with him, if he’d have any interest in her now that she’d fulfilled his fantasy.
She squeezed his hand. Even though her friends weren’t watching, she wanted more privacy. “Come outside with me.”
“Love to.” He entwined his fingers with hers as they walked across the back of the room to the sliding door.
She pulled the glass panel along the track, then hesitated. “I’m not wearing shoes.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t need them.” His gaze held hers.
Relief coursed through her at the desire blazing from him. Her feelings weren’t entirely one-sided. She stepped outside, the cement patio cool beneath her bare feet, and turned to face him. “Are you sure you want me again, even though I’ve seen your face and know who you are?”
“Are you kidding?” He closed the door, leaving them silhouetted in the dark. “I was afraid if you knew I was your lover, you’d change your mind.”
“Change my mind?” She’d never heard anything so crazy in her life. “I’d decided not to go through with the fantasy I’d posted because I wanted you instead. But when I tried to find Haley’s Man to tell him, I couldn’t, so I assumed he’d backed out. I returned upstairs for you, but you were gone. I thought I’d blown my only chance with you.” Tears pricked her eyes. She still wasn’t convinced she hadn’t screwed everything up.
Seth lifted her onto the edge of the picnic table and leaned over until his forehead brushed hers. “Haley, you have lot more than one chance with me. We can arrange to do this all over again, and believe me, next time you won’t have any doubt about who’s pleasuring you.”
Desire and tenderness washed over her. “I don’t want a public orgasm, Seth, or any other contrived situation. I want to make love with you for real. Take me right here on this table, so I can see your face and kiss you when you climax.”
“Right now? With our friends only a few feet away?” he asked.
“They can’t see us, and they won’t come outside until the game’s over.” She reached for the button on his pants and slid down the zipper.
His hard cock strained against his briefs.
“You want me.” She meant to sound confident, but relief overrode her tone.
He brushed his lips over hers. “I’ve always wanted you. I didn’t pick the screen name Haley’s Man on accident.”
She reached into his briefs and curled her fingers around his thick shaft, then pushed away the garment to stroke him.
He gasped against her lips. “I’ve been in love with you forever, Haley.”
“I don’t believe it.” Except she did. She understood exactly because her heart felt the same way. Seth had always been the one she wanted. She’d convinced herself it could only be lust and a crush, but her heart knew better. And so did his. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Every time I swore I would, you had another man in your life.” He shifted his hips against her hand as she stroked him, desire making his breath choppy. “I took a job in China to be closer to you. By the time I got there, you’d moved back to the states. It took me over a year to get transferred back.”
He’d moved across the world. For her. She spread her legs to bring his body between her thighs.
“I grew up and learned my lesson with that mistake,” Seth said ruefully. “I refused to sit around trying to work up the nerve to approach you. I planned to make my move when I saw you tonight. When you posted that fantasy, I knew I had to cover my bases. If you rejected me, I’d have a second chance to prove myself.”
“You don’t have to prove yourself. You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”
Relief shone in his hazel eyes as he ripped open a foil condom packet. Then he dropped his hand. “If you really mean that, the fantasy’s over. We don’t have to rush into sex to keep each other interested. We have a lifetime to spend making love. As long as you want me, I’m yours. I have a king-size bed that’s guaranteed to be more comfortable than a picnic table.”
The fantasy wasn’t over. Instead, it had become her new reality—Seth in her life, desiring her alone. Haley took the condom and rolled it over his proud erection. “I’d love a guided tour of your bed. But it will have to wait. I want you inside me right now.”
She raised her hips and guided him to her opening. He grasped her bare ass, lifting her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist welcoming him into her heat, already slick with her need for him. Reaching for his face, she cupped his cheeks, pressing her lips to his.
His arms trembled against her thighs as he plunged into her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and surrounded herself with him. Teasing the tip of his tongue with her own, she moaned her need. She and Seth connected on a level that belonged to them alone.
“Say my name this time,” he said. “Look at me when you come and say my name.”
Her body burned, fueled by emotion that transcended her physical desire. He didn’t draw out and thrust. Their connection was too powerful to need that. The orgasm her hit hard and fast. All she could do was hang on and scream his name. “Seth. Yes, Seth. Oh yes.”
She caressed his cheek and stared into his hazel eyes. “Seth, if I could have picked my Haley’s Man lover, I’d have chosen you.”
His fingers clamped onto her ass as he held her tightly against him. His body jerked and then spilled inside her. “Haley. Haley. Haley,” he chanted.
Applause and shouts exploded from inside the house, as if the world cheered them coming together.
Seth lowered her onto the picnic table, his hands still cupping her ass, his cock deep inside her. His forehead touched hers as he whispered, “You are my fantasy and an even better reality. I’m so thankful you chose me to fulfill your needs.”
“There was no choice. You were the only one.” She rested her lips against his, savoring the contact. Absolute contentment enveloped her like a blanket.
The glass door creaked. Beyond Seth’s shoulder, Charlie stood on the other side prepared to slide it open. He paused to look back at someone.
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nbsp; Seth quickly tucked himself into his pants and buttoned them, leaving his shirt open.
Haley slid off the picnic table and smoothed down her skirt, standing close to Seth. She didn’t want everyone to gawk at her exposed lady parts, but she wasn’t concerned about her friends discovering they were a couple. She intended to shout it to the world.
The door slid wide open, and everyone piled outside. “We won! Did you see that shot? We won,” Lola shouted.
Haley looked at Seth and grinned. “Yes,” she confirmed. “We won.”
He smiled his adorable lopsided smile and reached for her hand, heating her heart as well as her palm. “Yep, we started off a little shaky, but in the end, it was meant to be. Slam dunk.”
“Actually we won with a half-court three-pointer,” Gina corrected.
“You guys might have been watching a different game than us.” Haley winked at Seth. Then she kissed him full on the lip. Sharing her fantasy with Haley’s Man had delivered not just a night of amazing pleasure but set her up for the fantasy happily-ever-after of a lifetime, as well.
About the Author
Sara Daniel writes what she loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. On the personal side, Sara is a frazzled chauffeur, chef, personal assistant and slave to her children. She's crazy about country music and the drama of NASCAR. She has her own happily-ever-after romance with her hero husband. She is the author of nearly a dozen romance novels, novellas and short stories. For a complete list of titles, visit her website: www.SaraDaniel.com
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