Embroidered Fantasies t-5

by N. J. Walters

“Roxanne.” She jerked her hand away from Sednar and turned to him, her expression filled with uncertainty. He hated seeing that look on her face. “May we touch you?” Gods, but he wanted her to say yes.

  She nodded, her lips turning upward in a shy smile.

  He patted the mattress between them. She glanced back at Sednar before stretching out on the mattress. Unable to keep his hands off her any longer, Radnor stroked his finger down the curve of her jaw. “There will be plenty of time for you to explore our bodies as much as you’d like.”

  “But I thought you wanted me to? I thought you liked it.” He could tell he was confusing her with his mixed messages.

  “Too much,” he conceded. “I’m too close to the edge. If you touch me, I’ll come.”

  She swallowed hard and stared at his erection. She licked her lips again and Radnor had to close his eyes to keep from seeing the hunger in her gaze. His eyes shot open when he felt her small hands wrap around his cock and squeeze tight.

  He groaned her name.

  She smiled at him and slowly pumped her hand up and down his swollen length.

  He wanted to stop her, to tell her it was too much, but the feminine satisfaction on her face stopped him. This was what she wanted.

  Her fingers caressed the full length of his cock as she stroked him. Up. Down. Up.

  Down. His shaft swelled. Every muscle in his body tightened. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes and his pelvis jerked in her direction.

  Roxanne leaned over and flicked one flat nipple with her tongue. His blood began to boil and he began to sweat. He wanted that tongue lower.

  As if she heard him, she began to kiss a path down his chest. Her hand kept up the pumping motion on his cock. Radnor gritted his teeth and brought up every unpleasant memory he could think of. Anything to keep from coming before he felt Roxanne’s mouth on him.

  She slithered down the mattress until her face was level with his straining erection.

  Her hand was pale against the swollen flesh and thick veins. She shifted so close he could feel her moist breath and swore. “Roxanne,” he groaned. Her name a plea. A prayer. He couldn’t hold out much longer.

  Her tongue snaked out and she licked the head of his cock. “Yesss,” he hissed. He reached up and tangled his fingers in her short hair, dragging her closer before he realized what he was doing.

  She made a soft humming noise in her throat as she opened her mouth and closed around him, encasing him in moist heat. The vibration went through him, almost shattering his control. His lungs were working like a bellows now as he sucked in huge mouthfuls of air.

  In spite of his resolve to let Roxanne control their lovemaking, his hips pushed upward. He swore as she took more of him into her mouth. “So fucking good,” he told her.

  Keeping her hand locked around the base of his cock, she pumped harder even as she continued to suck him off. It was better than anything he’d ever dreamed. He knew he couldn’t last.

  “Roxanne.” He desperately whispered her name. “I’m going to come.” He wanted her to stop and he wanted her to never stop.

  She redoubled her efforts.

  The top of his head seemed to explode as the blast came from deep in his balls and shot up his shaft and out the tip. He came hard and fast, spilling himself into her sweet mouth. She didn’t pull away but kept sucking, swallowing as she did so.

  When his orgasm finally ended, he was spent. His fingers were still locked in Roxanne’s hair and he forced himself to carefully release her. She lifted her head and smiled at him.

  In that moment, he lost himself to her. No one had ever given so freely to him, expecting nothing in return. No one had ever made him feel this damn good, as though he was special. It was more than physical. It went all the way to what tiny bit remained of his shattered soul.

  Nothing or no one was as important as Roxanne. He would do whatever it took to make her happy. And if that meant her returning home, a voice in the back of his head prompted. He ignored the pain spearing through him and strengthened his resolve.

  Whatever it took.

  Sednar shifted behind her. Her eyes widened as she became aware of his brother waiting patiently. He nodded at her. She swallowed hard and rolled over to face Sednar.

  Watching Roxanne suck his brother’s cock had been one of the hardest experiences of Sednar’s life, and one of the most erotic. She’d pleasured Radnor without hesitation, taking his thick length into her mouth.

  Sednar’s cock was throbbing unceasingly now. He needed some relief. Would she touch him the same way she had his brother?

  Roxanne shifted closer and slowly reached out her hand. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked. With her short black hair and her unusual colored eyes, she was like some exotic creature from a fantasy. Sednar didn’t quite trust that this wasn’t a dream. The tapestry had brought her, he reminded himself.

  That meant she was free to leave in a matter of days.

  It also meant she might choose to stay. What would that be like? He couldn’t imagine having a woman as sweet as Roxanne in his bed every night. Or one night a week if she chose Radnor as her husband. But he was jumping too far ahead. The sun was almost ready to rise and that meant that this was day two. Time was running out.

  He lifted a hand and cupped one of her magnificent breasts. She was full and firm and her nipples were large and pink. She gasped as he caught the puckered nub between his forefinger and thumb and gently pinched. Her breasts swayed as she took several deep breaths. Her skin was damp, giving it a pearly sheen. He wanted to lick her from head to toe.

  “I want to fuck you,” he stated baldly. He knew he’d made a mistake when she jerked back, her gaze darting toward Radnor.

  His brother said nothing. He gave no indication how he felt about Sednar’s request.

  Although he didn’t have to say anything for Sednar to know he wasn’t happy.

  He wasn’t pleased with himself at the moment. He’d acted like a boy, concerned with only his own wants, instead of a man, worried about what his woman needed.

  As he watched, Roxanne bit her bottom lip, the earlier arousal seeping from her face.

  Sednar cursed himself beneath his breath and forced a smile. “But only if you want.

  Whatever you want,” he reiterated, trying to recapture the earlier mood. He picked up her hand and brought it back to his cock. “Touch me.” She smiled hesitantly, wrapped her fingers around him and began to pump his shaft. Sednar closed his eyes and concentrated on how good it felt to have her hand on him, willing to take whatever she wanted to give him.

  She’d been hurt and was skittish. He’d do well to remember that. He could feel Radnor’s eyes on him, sense his brother’s displeasure and knew he’d hear about it later.

  But that was later. Right now, Roxanne’s hands were working their magic on his cock. Learning his body. He felt a light breath against his shaft and opened his eyes just in time to see her close her mouth around him.

  Surely she was sent from the gods. Her generosity was overwhelming. He didn’t deserve it after acting like a callous youth, but he certainly wasn’t about to stop her.

  Enough of the Craddock blood ran through his veins that he wouldn’t turn away from what he wanted. The trick was to keep his sex drive under control and not get too grasping and ask for too much too fast.

  Giving himself up to her tender touch, he relaxed and absorbed every wonderful sensation shooting through them. His balls pulled up tight, letting him know he wouldn’t last much longer. His entire body was on fire for this woman. He tried to hang on, but it was no use. It had been so long since he’d felt a woman’s hand on his shaft, her mouth and tongue wrapped around his cock head.

  He came on a yell, pumping himself into her mouth. He came hard and fast, every muscle tightening and flexing. She sucked until he’d emptied himself and then fell back onto the mattress beside him. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick them. Sed
nar’s cock jerked, growing hard again instead of soft.

  Through half-open eyes, he caught his brother’s gaze and nodded. Now that the edge was off their desire and she was more comfortable with them, it was time to pleasure her.

  Chapter Seven

  Roxanne couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She’d sucked both men’s cocks, bringing them both to orgasm with her mouth and hands. She couldn’t stop the small smile that played over her lips. A sense of feminine power surged through her. She’d brought them to their knees, figuratively speaking.

  Their bodies radiated heat and power. Their thighs were thick and covered in a dusting of dark hair. Their chests were broad and heavily muscled. They had shoulders a yard wide and huge biceps. Her fingertips tingled. It had been amazing to touch them, knowing she was in total control.

  She licked her lips, tasting their essence. They both had impressive cocks, long and thick. She’d found the contrast between the soft velvet covering and their hard shafts fascinating. Tasting them, touching them, was an enjoyable experience, one she wouldn’t mind repeating.

  It felt good to give, to be able to embrace her sexuality without being afraid. Neither man demanded anything of her. Well, that wasn’t quite true. Sednar had baldly stated he wanted to fuck her, but when she’d hesitated, he’d backed off immediately.

  Her ex would have tossed her down on the bed and done whatever he’d pleased.

  She’d never enjoyed oral sex with him either. He’d always shoved his penis too far down her throat, choking her. Everything was an act of dominance with him.

  Radnor brought all thoughts of Michael to an end when he leaned down and kissed her. The caress was gentle. Undemanding. A touching. A melding of lips and tongue.

  Calloused fingers stroked her jawline, her neck and lower.

  She could watch Radnor all day. He was so strong and dark and dangerous, yet so gentle with her. The contrast was enthralling.

  Not to be forgotten, Sednar nuzzled her neck and trailed hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. “Let us touch you now, sweet Roxanne. Let us pleasure you.”

  In spite of her resolve to relax and enjoy herself, Roxanne felt her muscles stiffening.

  Radnor raised his head, understanding in his gaze. “We only want to touch you. It won’t go any further than that until you’re ready.” Tears pricked her eyes at his understanding. She wanted to have sex with them but it was hard for her to just toss away her past. Radnor understood. She glanced at Sednar and he gifted her with a smile, his gaze thoughtful. They both understood.

  Taking her silence as acquiescence, both men resumed touching her. Sednar shifted lower in the bed, his hand and mouth working steadily toward her breasts. Radnor kissed her one final time before he too moved. Two hands cupped her breasts, both large and calloused. Their skin was dark against her paler flesh. It made an incredibly erotic picture.

  Roxanne was sprawled in the center of the large four-poster bed with a man on either side of her. They were huge men, all heavy bone, sinew and muscle from head to toe. It was easy to picture them swinging a sword like the one they had in the tapestry.

  They were made for war. Yet each of them cupped one of her breasts with great care.

  She gasped when Sednar trailed his thumb over her distended nipple. It quickly turned into a moan when Radnor leaned down and captured a puckered nub between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Fireworks went off in her brain. Her legs shifted restlessly on the cool sheets beneath her. A faint breeze wafted in through the window making her shiver. Yet she wasn’t cold. She was flushed and hot and aching for their touch.

  Sednar skimmed his hand over her side, tracing the indent of her waist before flaring over her hip. He followed his hand, licking and sucking at her skin as he worked his way down to the apex of her thighs. A low moan escaped her as his fingers grazed the inside of her thigh. “Open your legs for me. Your pretty pink folds are hot and wet.

  I know they are.”

  His voice was low. Mesmerizing. It should have shocked her that she wanted to spread her legs wide and let him touch her. And not just him but Radnor as well. She wanted both men to touch her with their hands, taste her with their mouths and tongues. What would have been impossible only two days ago was now something she craved. Whether it was the magic of the tapestry or that of the two men flanking her she didn’t know. All she did know was she wanted it.

  It was easy to convince herself this was safe. It was a time out of time. Real but not real. This wasn’t her life. It was the equivalent of a weekend fling. She could enjoy it and go back to her normal life, stronger and more self-assured than before.

  “Roxanne?” Radnor raised his head from her breast, his lips damp and sensual. He stroked a hand over her belly, his fingers combing through the curls covering her mound.

  She made her choice. Slowly, she spread her legs. The cool air hit her moist core, making her very aware of her nakedness. It was a sensual caress that had her arching her hips. She hungered for their touch.

  Radnor smiled, openly and warmly. Roxanne couldn’t believe how much younger it made him appear. He leaned down and lapped at her swollen nipple one final time before shifting lower in the bed. He parted the slick folds with his fingers and blew gently.

  Roxanne gasped. She wanted to close her eyes and savor the sensations, but was unable to look away. Both men were gazing at her pussy, enthralled by what they saw.

  It made her feel powerful and wanton at the same time. She wanted them to do more than look. “Touch me,” she demanded.

  Sednar shot her a seductive grin. “As you command.” He crawled between her thighs and his massive shoulders pushed her legs farther apart. With Radnor holding her labia wide, Sednar licked up one side and down the other.

  A low keening sound erupted from her throat. Sweat broke out on her brow. Every nerve ending in her body was charged and tingling. Reaching down, she tugged on Sednar’s hair, pulling him closer. He laughed, the vibration humming along her slick folds. He settled his lips over her swollen clit and flicked his tongue over the nub of nerves.

  Roxanne cried out as the sensation shot through her body. Her breasts seemed to swell and her nipples tightened. She panted hard, unable to draw a deep breath.

  Radnor outlined the opening of her sheath with one thick finger before slipping it inside. Her inner muscles clasped around it and she arched her hips, wanting him deeper.

  He obliged.

  As Sednar used his tongue and lips on her clit, teasing and tormenting her with his skilled mouth, Radnor worked a second finger into her core. His fingers were broad and blunt and two of them stretched her. He patiently worked them all the way in before dragging them back to her entrance.

  It felt amazing. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Roxanne had no frame of reference for what she was feeling right now. She’d had good sex, bad sex and painful sex, but she’d never experienced anything like this.

  Keeping his fingers pumping in and out of her, Radnor surged upward and claimed her mouth in a torrid kiss. She grabbed his head, holding him tight.

  Fear surged up from deep within her, a protective mechanism. If these men could make her feel this way, then she was already in too deep. The fact that she trusted them in bed should have been her first warning that she was already emotionally involved with them. They could hurt her. Not physically. She didn’t think, no, she knew, they’d never hurt her in that way. But emotionally, they could devastate her.

  Radnor tore his mouth from hers. “Don’t think about it. Let yourself go. Feel my fingers in your hot cunt. Your juices are flowing all around them, coating them with your pleasure.” In and out his fingers went in a faster rhythm.

  Roxanne panted harder, her breasts swaying with each gulped breath. Sednar sucked on her clit and her hips jerked toward his mouth. She needed more, needed to come. She was balanced on the edge, on the verge of tears.

  “Come for me, Roxanne,” Radnor whispered in her ear. He caught
the sensitive lobe between his teeth and nipped carefully. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. She was hot and aching. Ripe. Ready to burst.

  Radnor introduced a third finger into her tight sheath. She felt stretched to the max, on the verge of pain, but not quite. Sednar sucked hard, flicking his tongue over her clit.

  A flash of hot, white light filled her, overwhelming her. She heard herself cry out as she came. Hard and fast, her orgasm swept over her, making her lose all sense of time and place. It was so intense it was frightening. She tangled one hand in Sednar’s hair and tightened her grip on Radnor, needing them to anchor her in the sensual storm engulfing her.

  When it finally subsided, she felt herself sink into the mattress. She jerked and moaned when Radnor carefully removed his thick fingers from her pussy. A low sob broke from her as Sednar gave one final lap at her clit and sat up, his face filled with male satisfaction.

  A tear seeped from the corner of her eye, rolling down her temple to disappear in her hair. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by what had just happened. She hadn’t had intercourse with either man, yet she felt more spent than if they’d fucked for hours.

  They’d reached past all her defenses and touched the core of the woman she’d buried inside. Worse, she’d let them.

  She was marked, permanently, by their touch, their caress. She was forever spoiled for other men, instinctively knowing that no other would ever measure up to these men. When she returned home, she’d miss them forever.

  A second tear escaped. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her wayward emotions. No wonder she was on the verge of tears. She’d been attacked by her ex-husband and snatched out of her own world and thrust into another. Beyond that, she had two handsome warriors who wanted to claim her as was the custom of their world and had just had the most amazing sexual experience of her life, even if she hadn’t had intercourse.

  It was all so confusing.

  Strong arms wrapped around her. Her eyes flew open as Radnor lifted her into his arms. Sednar rolled out of bed and padded ahead of them as they entered a smaller room off the bedroom. A bathroom. A huge wooden tub, filled with steaming water, sat against the far wall.