Finding Her Fantasy (8 page)

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.

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 spanking 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.

Erik and Jon and their amazing sexual games were quickly becoming her alcohol of choice.
When it came time to leave, would she want to?

“Oh, boy,” she grumbled to herself. “The last thing I need to do is fall in love with
them.”

It wouldn’t be hard. She fell easy. She was so insecure about herself when it came
to sex and relationships. In a boardroom, she was as confident as her brother. In
a bedroom, she floundered.

But she didn’t feel as though she floundered with Jon and Erik. With them, she was
able to let herself go, to truly enjoy the things they did to her. Maybe that had
been her problem all along. It wasn’t her, but the fact that she hadn’t been able
to find a man who truly made her forget herself, who made her feel confident in the
things she did to them.

Clark often complained of being too tired. Even if she tried to seduce him, he didn’t
appear to be interested. The repeated rejection had made her feel bad about herself,
insecure, uncertain, and not at all sexy. But when Jon and Erik growled their approval
of the things she did it made her feel confident and powerful, and for the first time
in a long time, sexy.

She could be a tigress in the bedroom, and the first opportunity they gave her, she
would show them. Her body hummed at the idea of turning the tables and seducing them.
Her mind ran through all the possible scenarios before she finally drifted off to
sleep.

* * * *

Melinda awoke with a start, wondering what had pulled her from the sexy dream she’d
been having. Glancing around sleepily, she tried to determine the source of the noise,
but saw nothing. She pushed her hair back from her face and looked out the window
toward the sun as it slowly rose over the ocean.

She let out a long sigh and said, “Oh, wow.”

She could wake to that view every day of the rest of her life. The sky was ablaze
with red and gold. Even the ocean mimicked the colors as they reflected on the water.
On the breeze, she caught the smell of coffee and noticed the cup sitting on the nightstand.

Reaching out, she stopped halfway and stared at her wrists, now free of the bindings.
So that’s what had woken her. One of them must’ve brought the coffee and untied her.
She grabbed the cup just as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

The cup was warm, indicating it hadn’t been sitting there long. She took a sip of
the rich brew and smiled. Jamaican Blue Mountain. Her favorite.

It was then she noticed the note on the table. She picked it up and read the neat
scroll.