Anarchy of the Heart (4 page)

She held up his cock, and her touch actually
provoked a small but noticeable stirring in Leo that he suspected
might even mean it had life in it yet this evening. He never
normally had the oomph to go again immediately after sex.

"Did it hurt a lot when I flirted with other
men?" she asked, fumbling his soft penis quite casually, though
having no idea that she was beginning to coax the blood flow back
there.

"Oh, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle,"
Leo said, though it wasn't enough to dislodge the look of pity from
her face, so he added: "I guess part of me was kind of excited that
you were getting a response from other guys, but that I was the one
that was going home with you."

"A response from other guys?" she raised her
eyebrows.

"You could see they wanted you," he
laughed.

"Not necessarily," she protested, as though
even the mere desire of other men to sleep with her somehow made
her a slut. "Just because they talked to me, doesn't mean - "

"Those guys? Sure, it did. They'd have taken
you in the alleyway round the back if they had half a chance - you
could see it in their eyes."

She smiled but shook her head. Her blush was
back, which amused Leo, though it also aroused him. Hardening
noticeably now, his cock twitched, and Caitlyn caught her breath as
she detected it.

"Already?" she said, with one eyebrow
hoisted.

"You know," he said, "You're so sexy when
you're blushing like that."

For Leo, it was a complete understatement.
Caitlyn seemed to take in the earnest way in which he complemented
her, and her flush only strengthened.

"I must look like a freak with my
complexion," she said, then she immediately tried to change the
subject. "So when I was with other guys back then... I was just
like some kind of trophy to you, right?"

Leo rolled his eyes. "How come I feel I'm
walking into a trap right now?"

"It's not a trap! I just want to understand
you," she insisted. "Like why you don't seem even a little bit
jealous at the thought of me being with another guy, the thought he
might have fucked me as well."

He was up to semi-hardness as she toyed with
his cock now, something in itself that was almost as much a
surprise as the growing revelation that he wasn't really jealous at
the thought of Caitlyn being with other people.

It had been years since he'd had the energy
to go again so soon after sex. It was almost worth continuing the
conversation merely to see if his erection would come to full
fruition.

"I guess I'm different now," he said.
"Thinking of you watching that couple on the beach tonight, I was
afraid you were going to say you'd ended up taking over from the
girl - Sofia - but then it was pretty exciting, too. And you looked
so hot telling the story - you were so turned on."

She smiled at his complement, but said: "You
were excited by the possibility of me switching with Sofia?"

He shrugged, "I don't know... I guess part of
me was thrilled another guy was interested in you..."

"Because I'm your trophy?" she joked.

"Maybe. It proves I'm with a gorgeous girl,
and I've made the right choice to spend the rest of my life with
you," he said. She was silent at that, but he could see it touched
her.

He said: "You know, when you used to flirt
with other guys, I dealt with the fear by assuring myself you were
never going to go off with them. And you never did. I guess over
the years I've just come to see - "

"That you're stuck with me?" she grinned.

"That I mean more to you than sex with other
guys, so - "

"I did not want to have sex with those other
guys!" she blurted.

"That's not what I meant," he said, adding:
"And of course you wanted to have sex with those other guys. If you
weren't with me, you would have gladly - "

"Hey, I liked the before part of this
conversation," Caitlyn pouted, "when you were telling me you think
I'm gorgeous."

Leo smiled, "Can't you tell I think
that?"

Sure enough, he was hard enough for Caitlyn
to start pumping his cock now, and that brought a huge smile to her
face.

As she kissed the head of his cock, he said:
"I think I dealt with the fear back then by convincing myself you
weren't going to run off - and you proved me right. So with
Marco..."

She stopped, said: "You're just scared I'll
run off? That's the fear?"

Leo shrugged. "What other fear is there? That
you'll prefer sex with Marco? I've never thought I was the world's
greatest lover..."

"You're pretty good," Caitlyn grinned,
rubbing his cock around her soft cheeks and over her lips in the
filthiest way.

He smiled, then shrugged. "I don't know. I
can't explain how I feel. Perhaps it's some kind of primordial
thing - the idea that other men desire you makes me feel better
than them, because I'm the one marrying you."

Leo let out a deep moan as she slipped him
inside her mouth. It was hard to keep up conversation when your
conversation partner had your cock between her lips.

She took it out for a moment to say, "So
what, you're saying now that you're not afraid at the thought of me
being with another man?"

It was difficult to even think of an answer
when she was bobbing her head down on his shaft like that, even
just the sound of her wet mouth gliding up and down his hardness
was distracting enough to block his mental faculties, let alone the
wonderful warmth surrounding him, caressing his sensitive
flesh.

"It's not that I'm not afraid," he said.
"It's just that I understand where the fear's ultimately coming
from, and I know it's baseless."

She stopped. Looked up at him like he was
crazy. "If it's baseless, how come you're afraid?"

"You're afraid of spiders, right?" he said.
"You know they're not going to climb out of that bath and kill you,
but that doesn't stop you shrieking for me to come deal with
it."

"I do not 'shriek'," she said with a brief
eye-roll.

Caitlyn side-stepped and launched herself up
out of the pool, splashing cool water all over him in the process -
which made him flinch, and her laugh at his reaction.

"Come on," she said, hopping up to her feet
and holding out a hand to help him up as well. "I'm getting
cold..."

Both on their feet, Leo's fiancée kept hold
of his hand and now pulled him inside, saying as they went: "We
have a warm bed where you can just as easily tell me your sordid
little fantasies about letting other men have their way with
me."

"Sordid little fantasies? I didn't say
anything about - "

She scampered off through the expansive
open-plan kitchen-living room, and along the small corridor leading
past the bathroom to the bedroom, with Leo in close pursuit.

Then as she leapt onto the bed, giggling
away, he pounced on her.

For a while, they were just wrestling and
laughing, with his hard cock between them, as Leo tried to repay
her impudence with tickling, and she tried to dish it back to some
degree of success, until he had her pinned, face down.

Now straddling her, he was pressing his
swollen staff between her cheeks, and she was submitting to him,
letting out an aroused groan as he slipped his cock between her
thighs, and eased inside her wet pussy.

"I bet you're thinking about me with another
guy still," Caitlyn joked as he filled her, then withdrew.

"Speak for yourself," he said, slowly
starting up a rhythm inside her as he leaned over her shoulder,
whispering to her: "Look at you closing your eyes, imagining I'm
someone else. Marco, probably, huh?"

He smiled as the friction of his cock sliding
inside her pussy, so tight with her legs closed like that, caused
her to open her mouth wide and cry out while she held firmly onto
the cast iron bars of the bedstead in front of her.

"Oh Marco, fuck me!" she cried, looking back
over her shoulder with a big wry grin plastered over her face as he
sat up, clasping her waist with both hands to support a more
forceful pounding into her pussy.

"You are a bad girl," he said, loving the
scarlet tinge all over her face, wondering how far her joke was
taking her, whether she was actually imagining him to be the
Spaniard she'd met earlier that evening.

"Oh Marco..." she sighed, "Marco, Marco,
Marco..."

She was so wet, was it from thinking about
the other man? The thought produced a sharp pang in the middle of
his chest, and yet it also thrilled him in equal measure. Was he
really all right with the thought of his fiancée fucking someone
else?

Well, it was just role play. Nothing wrong
with role play.

"You are so beautiful, Señorita," he said,
getting into it now himself, his voice turning into a cod-Spanish
accent.

Caitlyn beamed at what he was doing, keeping
her eyes firmly shut as he continued to pump into her behind,
saying: "Oh Marco, I love your cock, it's so big and hard..."

"Bella Señorita," he said, slow and husky,
trying to become some imagined Casanova without the benefit of any
kind of education in Spanish. It appeared to have good effect on
Caitlyn nevertheless.

She writhed under him as he leaned forward
again, supporting his weight on his hands spread beside her elbows
on the mattress as he continued plunging into her. He lightly
kissed her shoulder, her cheek, her ear, before whispering in a
movie-Spanish accent: "Your fiancé is a berry lucky man, Bella
Señorita."

He could see her hands clenching and
unclenching on the iron bars in time to his pounding and her
breathy moans. She was too far gone for witty come-backs now,
moaning only: "Oh Marco..."

Dominating her in a manner he usually did not
when they were making love, he pressed down on her back now, his
hand holding her in between her shoulder blades as he pounded into
her, shoving her into the bedclothes as his own thighs made
slapping noises against her beautifully round buttocks as he
collided with her again and again.

"Fuck me, Marco, fuck me!" she was yelling,
half into the sheets, and then he was coming inside her again, and
she was coming underneath him, forcefully as a powerful wave of
energy washed over her.

At the end, he had barely enough energy left
to avoid falling on her as his limbs gave way, collapsing beside
her.

She was kissing him, saying softly, "Oh, that
was insane."

But he felt so drained, he could only purr
contentedly, kissing her lightly in return.

Sleep was not far away.

Leo was surprised to wake and find the clock
on his iPhone reading 11am - he didn't remember sleeping in so late
since college days.

The room was bright, the sun streaming in
through the large windows across the wall to the left, making him
wonder how he'd remained dead to the world so late with such a wash
of light all over him.

He let out a deep lungful of air and rolled
over onto his back, gazing down the corridor to take in the rest of
the villa and the view out over the pool to the city and the
sea.

This place was magnificent.

He could see movement in the pool, and the
only sound in this peaceful morning was Caitlyn apparently doing
laps. Thinking about her swimming, perhaps wearing a bathing suit,
perhaps not, stirred his loins into a late morning erection.

Had he really made love to her twice last
night? God, he'd been like a teenager again.

Had they really been imagining that it was
some Spaniard called Marco fucking her at the time?

Leo chuckled to himself. It had been pretty
wild. They'd never really role-played before. He thought about
fucking Caitlyn as Marco, and his mind started wandering a little,
imagining what it might be like to see the real Marco fucking
her.

Caitlyn had always seemed so conservative
when it came to affairs of the heart. Even kissing in public had
made her uncomfortable. Yet here, by the shore of the
Mediterranean, she had sat and watched as a couple of strangers had
screwed on a beach right in front of her.

And later, she'd cheerfully imagined her
boyfriend to be another man - the man she'd witnessed making love -
screwing her himself.

Maybe it was being on vacation - just the
feeling that they were here only to relax, have a good time,
escaping the pressures of normal life. Their normal standards of
living did not apply.

What if it had really been Marco fucking
Caitlyn? What if they went down to that hotel wherever he and his
French girlfriend were staying, and she went upstairs with the guy
and really fucked him?

How would he feel at the knowledge that this
other guy was putting his own hard cock inside Leo's fiancée? She'd
suck him, then let him penetrate her pussy with his obscene foreign
organ.

The thought of it made Leo feel a little
breathless. What was it that made him feel this fear? He knew
Caitlyn was never going to leave him. It was pure instinct. That
innate sense of dread instilled into him by society that if she got
even a glimmer of a taste of another man, she'd reject him, never
want him again, she'd no longer love him. It was ridiculous.

And yet somehow, like riding on an extreme
rollercoaster, the thought of busting through that natural
inclination toward fear and paranoia was also somehow
thrilling.

Lying spread-eagled on the bed, the thin
sheet falling away, his manhood was rock-hard, a rigid staff
proudly aloft, declaring his filthy thoughts to the world.

What if they did manage to find Marco again,
and Leo actually consented for his fiancée to spend time with
him?

It was only sex. It wasn't as though he'd
lose her. It wasn't as though she'd no longer want to make love to
him. If she had a wonderful steak, it would never take away her
constant cravings for a good hamburger, or vice versa.