A Few Good Fantasies (8 page)

She pulled at a nipple clamp and pain shot through her. Damn it.

“You can’t just yank them off,” he said.

He was naked, too. And he was freaking gorgeous. He was muscled and he looked so unlike studious Sam or even musician Sam, she couldn’t quite comprehend that this man was … was … her sister’s perfect man.

He leaned down to unclip one of her nipples and she yelped, rearing back. “Don’t touch me!”

“I’ve already touched you. And I have every intention of touching you again.”

“No,” said Lissa, horrified. “This is so wrong. Janey—”

“Thinks you’re thick-headed. She also thinks that you and I are perfect for each other.”

This information stalled her retreat. She blinked at him as he crawled on the bed toward her. “Sh-she does?”

He pried open her legs and gently released the clamp on her clitoris. He kissed her tingling nub, flicking his tongue on the tortured flesh.

“Don’t!”

He looked at her and grinned. “You’re still my captive.”

“Sam, I’m way older than you.”

“Only by nine years and three months.” His gaze twinkled. “You act like you’re older than Methuselah. You’re only thirty-three.”

“And you’re twenty-four. I’m robbing the cradle.”

“I’m not a child. Do you need me to prove it again?”

“You need to date Janey.”

“Janey and I are friends. That’s all we’ve ever been, Lissa.”

Had her pirate been anyone other than Sam, she would enjoy a night spent here in his brawny arms. Actually, she’d already let him ravish her. What was the point of denying that they hadn’t had fantastic sex?

He grabbed her legs and pulled her down. He lay beside her, taking the clamps off her nipples. He kissed the abused flesh and she let him do it because, well, it felt wonderful.

“Remember Thanksgiving?” he asked.

Sam had joined her crazy family for Turkey Day. He’d gone outside to play with the kids instead of opting for an afternoon of football. Lissa, as the oldest McClaskey female, not to mention childless and husbandless, had babysitting duty. She’d watched Sam almost more than she’d watched the kids.

It was no coincidence that her “frisky” libido had kicked in about that time. Though she denied it then, she’d felt the attraction between them. She felt comfortable with him and he made her laugh. He was a good listener, too. It was rare to find a man genuinely interested in what she had to say.

Sam enchained her wrist and then kissed her pulse. “I thought I finally had you. I’ve been waiting for the day you didn’t look at me like I was a little boy.”

“Sam…”

“You said you were mine.”

“That was a game. I didn’t know who you were.”

His lips thinned and his eyes flashed with pain. “So you would hand over your body to a stranger, but not to someone who loves you?”

“You love me?”

Her heart pounded fiercely. This was getting way out of hand. Sex was one thing. Love was something else.

Lissa nibbled her lower lip. She should lie to him. She should say he was a nice guy, but not the one for her. Why give him hope?

Maybe it was that she didn’t want to give herself hope. “You want to stay, don’t you?”

Lissa nodded. “This is wrong,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He kissed her lightly. The brief contact had the power to make her tremble.

“I love you. I’m not sorry I told you, either. I get it, Lissa. You don’t know what to think, what to say. What we’ve started tonight can last for longer than just a weekend at a pirate island. I’ll give you all the time and space you need, but I won’t give up.”

“You’re saying that I’ll never be rid of you.” She nearly laughed. He was so serious. How could he know, at the tender age of twenty-four, what he wanted? Or
who
he wanted? She was thirty-three and she still didn’t know what the hell she wanted from life or from love.

“Damn right. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

Lissa gave in. She wanted Sam. Lust was simple. But he wanted more from her than just sex. If she let herself, she might let herself fall in love with him, too.

But tonight … tonight was about the fantasy.

She pushed him onto his back and crawled between his legs. He had given her such exquisite pleasure that she wanted to give him the same. They had all night to play.

Now, it was Sam’s turned to be tortured.

Lissa rose onto her side. Leaning forward, she kissed his naked chest. His skin was all muscled curves and ridges. She feasted on his pectorals, kissing every centimeter of flesh. She flicked her tongue across each nipple.

He groaned and the sound rumbled under mouth.

She licked the space between his pecs, tasting the faint musk of his skin. As she explored his body with fingers and lips, his hands were restless on her back, her shoulders, her buttocks.

Her engine was getting revved all over again. Sam looped his hands under her arms and pulled her forward so his mouth could ravage her breasts.

Zings traveled from nipples to pussy as he tugged one peak, then the other, between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly against the turgid points. The need built; an ache that bloomed between her thighs.

Despite his protests, she scooted down and rubbed her nipples over his chest. She reached between their bodies and grasped his hard-on. She squeezed his cock then caressed it. Yummy. She adored the feel of his shaft against her palm.

“Let me taste you,” she murmured.

She crawled between his legs, her hands coasting up his thighs. Lissa wanted to feel that big, thick cock slide inside her again. She fondled his balls, squeezing them lightly.

Sam’s hands fisted in the bedcovers and his hips thrust, a silent begging for her mouth. She ignored that plea, stroking him rough then soft.

Finally Lissa took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it, working his length into full hardness. She enjoyed the taste his maleness, loved how his shaft slid between her willing lips.

She savored his cock, kissing it from base to head before taking the tip into her mouth and sucking it. Torturing him with endless tongue swirls and long licks, she took all of him.

His hands dove into her hair and held her captive. Not content with her gentle worshipping, he fucked her mouth. She held on to his thighs and took his strokes, her tongue teasing the cock pumping between her lips.

With a persecuted groan, Sam released her, gasping and panting. She saw pre-come pearl the tip of his penis and she sucked it away.

Sam looked at her, his eyes glazed. “I want you.”

“I’ll fuck you,” she said, “but don’t come.”

“You don’t ask for much, do you?”

Smiling wickedly, she rose to her knees then planted herself on either side of his hips. She slid her hand between her legs and pinched her clit. Pre-orgasm shivers wracked her. She rubbed her slick inner folds then spread them apart and showed him her cunt.

“Oh, God.”

“Just remember, you started it.” Lissa pressed down and slicked her pussy across his cock.

Reaching down, Lissa guided Sam’s cock inside her pussy.

Their breathing was harsh, shallow. Their gazes mirrored passion. Sam grasped her hips and thrust upward. His calculated strokes drove her mad. An ache stole across her, made her belly tight with need, made her core spiral with pleasure.

He released her hips and played with her breasts, pulling on her sensitive nipples, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

Then she felt his thumb stroking her clit and she squeezed her vaginal muscles as she fucked him, over and over.

“Don’t come,” she warned him. “Not yet.”

“You’re … killing … me.”

The bliss sparked and wham! She shattered into a thousand glittering shards.

“Lissa…”

She lifted off of him and kneeled between his legs again. She licked her own essence off his cock. She enjoyed the taste of his maleness mixed with her quintessence, loved how his shaft slid between her willing lips.

His fingers pressed against her skull. His moans were low and harsh as she took his cock again and again. She gripped his thighs and increased her efforts. His cock was so hard, the veins bulged.

“I’m going to come, Lissa!”

She felt that first delicate tremble and sucked him to the base.

He came hard, his hot spunk splashing down her throat. She swallowed every drop as residual spasms caused his cock to pulse in the warm cave of her mouth.

She licked him clean, kissing his softening flesh.

When she sat up, she looked at him.

“That was incredible,” he said. “C’mere.”

Despite her better judgment, Lissa snuggled beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. She felt so relaxed, so happy, so … loved.

Oh, hell.
What I have done?

Chapter 5

L
ISSA AWOKE AND blinked away the fog of sleep, she found herself nose to nose with Sam. He was awake, looking as cute as ever, and his hand was pressed against her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she asked sleepily. She smiled. “Do it some more.”

He chuckled. “I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to make love to you every night.”

“Hmm. That’s a hell of an offer.”

“But you’re not going to take it, are you?”

“I’m getting to use to this, to us.” Lissa kissed him. “It scares me, how I feel about you.”

“I know.” He nuzzled her neck. His mouth dropped to her breasts and licked her nipples to hardness. “I want you, Lissa. Right now.”

“I won’t fight you, my gorgeous pirate. I’m yours, remember?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Sam grinned. “Okay. Roll onto your stomach. I’ll be right back.”

Lissa did as he asked, wondering what he was up to now. She closed her eyes, feeling groggy, as she listened to him move around the room.

She almost launched off the bed when she felt his finger probe her anus.

“Relax,” he murmured.

“Easy for you to say! What are you doing?”

“Trying to pleasure you.”

A few seconds later, she felt something smaller pierce her anal opening. The cold squirt of lubricant filled her ass.

Her heart raced. She’d never had anal sex. Whoa. Was she ready for this?

Sam inserted his finger again and stretched her opening. Okay, that felt weird.

Then he put in another finger.

She sucked in startled breath. Jeez! The lubricant made the pressure tolerable, but when was the pleasure supposed to begin?

He continued to stretch her until she could comfortably take both fingers. “Perfect.”

He removed his fingers and she sighed with relief. She heard the squirt of the lubricant again and realized he was rubbing something else with the gel. Her stomach squeezed in dread even as her body reacted to the eroticism of trying something new, something forbidden.

He parted her buttocks and fitted something round and plastic against her pucker.

“Push back as I push in.”

“What is it?”

“An anal plug. Trust me, you’ll like it.” The first part of the plug slid in without too much trouble, but the flared base caused a burning sensation.

“It’s all the way in now. How does it feel?”

“Do you really want to know?”

He laughed.

He rolled her onto her side then slid next to her. He played with her breasts, suckling her nipples as his hands stroked her body into carnal heat.

As Sam kissed and touched her, she fell under his sensual spell all over again. After a while, she realized her ass had adjusted to the fullness of the butt plug.

Sam rolled off the bed long enough to sheath his cock in a condom.

“Hold onto me, Lissa.”

She gripped his shoulders as he lifted her leg and worked his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. The sensations that radiated from her ass and pussy tormented her deliciously.

God! She couldn’t believe how stuffed she felt. What shocked her most was that she liked the double penetration.

Sam fucked her with slow, deliberate movements. His gaze captured hers and wouldn’t let go. One hand held onto her thigh. He was at the right angle to bump her clit.

Pleasure shuddered through her.

Then Sam reached down and pressed a button on the plug.

It started vibrating.

Euphoria sparked and built higher and higher. Sam’s thrusts got faster, harder. And the plug in her ass shook her into an ecstasy she’d never believed possible.

Her orgasm imploded.

Sensation after sensation blazed from her cunt to every nerve in her body.

“Lissa!” Sam stilled, his cock pulsating inside her as he found his release.