Chasing Felicity [Passion Peak, Colorado 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  His throws became more coordinated as they increased in intensity. She recalled him saying something about not being able to throw a flogger as well as Tommy, but he was mistaken. Now that she was watching him instead of not being able to see him do it, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing, and that he’d done this quite a bit before.

  Her nipples were on fire. Even though he was alternating the strikes between her breasts and pussy, it hurt. Felicity closed her eyes. Sweat had collected near her hair again, and her entire body throbbed with the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure the flogger was giving her. She wondered if he had others, but this wasn’t the time to ask that, either.

  All she could think about was how badly she needed to come. Each pass of the tails brought her orgasm closer and closer. When he finally stopped, she opened her eyes to find him kneeling close to her face. He tuned her head gently to one side and held a bottle of water to her lips. “Slowly,” he said, “so you don’t choke. It’s hard to swallow like this.”

  She drank it then gave him a half-smile, only because she couldn’t seem to do anything else. That goofy punch-drunk feeling was back. “What is this?” she asked.

  He frowned in confusion, and she tried to explain the silly, floating, space-like sensation, until finally he nodded and smiled. “Subspace, sweetheart. You were in subspace.” He tilted his head slightly. “Still are, I’d say.”

  “I like it, Sir.”

  “Me, too. I like that I can get you there. It makes me feel powerful. I am so proud of you right now.”

  “Am I doing well, Sir?”

  “You’re amazing. I never imagined it would be like this.”

  “Sir, will you fuck me now? I’m so hot and ready for you.”

  He groaned softly and brushed a finger along her breasts. “Felicity, as much as I want to, I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.”

  She cried out in frustration until she saw him bring the vibrator to the bed, along with what looked like a leather strap. He turned on the vibrator, a huge grin on his face, and passed it gently over her sore nipples. Felicity moaned loudly. She’d never used one there before, but she sure as hell would from now on.

  He followed with tiny smacks of the strap, and even though it stung like crazy, alternating the toys like this drove her out of her mind again with need. She shook her head back and forth and muttered incomprehensible words as he tortured her with exquisite pleasure. When he did the same thing to her pussy, passing first the vibrator over her clit and then punishing it with the strap, her pussy began to contract in tiny spasms. There was no way to hold off the orgasm.

  It started almost lazily, unlike most of hers did, and didn’t crest with one or two large contractions. Rather, it was a series of smaller ones that built on one another, until her entire body was a quivering mass of wave after wave of pleasure. This one seemed to touch every inch of her skin, sending a rush of endorphins through her that left her dizzy and giddy.

  By the time he finally stopped, sweat trickled down both sides of her face, and her pussy still felt alive, as though the orgasm had never really ended. Maverick kissed her until she could barely breathe, and then he knelt next to her face and gazed at her with a look so hot it could melt the snow off Sleepy Cat Peak in January. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

  She did and was rewarded with his cock slipping inside. Felicity groaned deep in her throat as he filled it and began to thrust slowly. He tasted salty and musky, and she wanted to gobble him up. When he held on to her head with both hands, she wrapped her lips tightly around him and relaxed her throat muscles so that he could push it all the way in.

  She thought he was going to come in her mouth, and wouldn’t have minded if he had, but he pulled out and crawled between her legs instead. He teased her clit and the opening to her pussy with the fingers of one hand, while he stroked his balls with the other. Felicity cried out in frustration. It was so fucking sexy watching him do that, but at the same time she wanted him back inside her mouth.

  “Hang on, Felicity. Just a bit longer.”

  “I want you in both places at once.”

  He raised his eyebrows slightly as he began to tease her wet slit with the head of his dick. “Is that so?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She giggled as she realized what she’d said. “That’s not possible, is it? You only have one dick.”

  He grinned at her in a way that made her think he was withholding a secret, and then he pushed inside her pussy, but only a bit. When he started to flick her clit, Felicity cried out again. “Oh please…please, Sir…Fuck me.”

  “I will, but only if you tell me something.”

  “What? Anything…anything.”

  He slid his dick halfway inside her pussy, and the climax that had begun when he used the vibrator on her intensified all over again. “Tell me, Felicity.”

  That voice…it reached down into her soul and pulled out every secret, every fantasy, every tiny detail of her dreams and desires. “Tell you what, Sir…Please…”

  He pushed inside a bit more in, and her pussy tingled with fluttering contractions that sent her arousal to crazy heights. If he didn’t fuck her soon she’d go out of her mind. “Tell me your fantasy, Felicity. The one where I’m in both places at once. Your mouth and your gorgeous pussy. Would you really do that? Fuck me and another man at the same time?”

  “Oh…” Was that what she’d said to him?

  “Because that’s the only way you’d have a dick in both places, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Yes, Sir, it is.”

  “Would you do it?”

  She stared into his eyes, searching for any trace of anger, but there was none. He was turned on by the idea, and she was out of her mind with desire for him. “Yes, Sir. If that’s what you wanted me to do.”

  His smile was both triumphant and wicked at the same time, but Felicity couldn’t even process that. He slid his dick all the way inside her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb at the same time. She screamed as the never-ending orgasm overtook her again, sending contractions out to her fingers and toes with its intensity. Tears ran down her face, and he gently wiped them away. He massaged her breasts and nuzzled her neck. He was everywhere at once, and yet somehow he kept up just the right amount of pressure on her clit to prolong the climax until she could barely breathe.

  Felicity thought he came once, but if he did, it must not have been complete, because he still fucked her like he’d never stop. Her pussy was as sore as her ass cheeks now, and she didn’t even care. She never wanted him to stop. The orgasm finally peaked, and this time she knew he came, too. When he finished, he untied her, and then he gathered her in his arms and held her so close, she could hardly take a full breath.

  They lay that way, the sweat cooling on their bodies, and Felicity listened to his heart beat slow and his breathing return to normal. She could stay here, in this room, with this gorgeous, sexy man, for the rest of her life and never miss the outside world. She had no idea where this would go, but right now, she didn’t care. It was perfect, at this moment in time. Absolutely perfect.

  Chapter Eleven

  Maverick carried a tray up from the kitchen on which he’d placed silverware, paper plates, bread, lettuce, tomato slices, mayonnaise, mustard, cold chicken, cheese cubes, crackers, and two glasses of wine. Normally, he didn’t drink alcohol while playing, but since they were going to take a break for a while, he didn’t think one glass of wine would impair his judgment if they played again later. It was only seven in the evening, and neither of them had had dinner. He’d asked Felicity if she wanted to go out, but she said she’d rather just stay here with him. He wasn’t about to turn that down.

  She helped him set up everything on the bed and then proceeded to make them each a sandwich while he turned on his iPod. A Kenny Chesney song filled the room.

  “Is this one of the songs you’d like to sing?”

  “This? Sure.”

  “Will you play your guitar and sing for me some
time?”

  She smiled at him, and his heart skipped a beat. Did she have any idea how beautiful she was when she did that? “I did tell you yesterday that I would do that, didn’t I?”

  She handed him the sandwich she’d just made. “Yes, you did.”

  “Was that really only yesterday morning? It feels like I’ve lived a lifetime since then.”

  “I know. I was thinking the same thing.”

  He glanced toward the corner where his guitar was safely tucked into its case. It had been a while since he’d played, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. “Maybe after we eat.”

  “Okay. I can be patient.”

  He took a bite of his sandwich, then swallowed it, placed the rest on a paper plate, and picked up his wine glass. “What shall we drink to?”

  “Um, how about to new horizons?”

  He laughed. “I like that.” He took a sip and she did the same. “Downstairs, I was thinking about something that crossed my mind earlier. When I asked you why I couldn’t have met you all those years ago instead.”

  She nodded, and shifted her body on the bed to settle in, as though she were expecting them to have a nice, long talk. That was good. It meant she was open to listening. He wanted to tell her about his life in Boulder, because he wanted her to understand why he’d kept to himself so much after moving here.

  “You know I lived in Boulder. My mother’s sister, Eileen, is my uncle Leland’s wife. She’s at Shady Pines Assisted Living.”

  “Why is she there?”

  “She fell on the property here when Dalton was in high school, and she ended up with a bad head injury.”

  “Oh, how tragic.”

  “Yeah. It is. She really doesn’t know anyone when we visit her.”

  “How did you end up coming here to live?”

  “I had a job in IT in Boulder and they began to outsource that department. I suppose I could have stayed and found another job, but I also split up with a sub that I’d had for a long time, and so I felt losing the job was the impetus I needed to change my address as well.”

  “I’m sorry that happened to you. Do you want to talk about her?”

  Maverick’s heart skipped a beat again. No matter what happened after tonight, he would always be grateful that he’d had this time with Felicity Featherstone. “There isn’t much to say, really. I met her when I first got into the lifestyle there, but it took a while before she became my sub. I’ve always been a loner. I’m not as comfortable in clubs as Dalton, Nash, and some of the other Doms at Indulgence.”

  “Was she comfortable in them?”

  He nodded. “Very. Tia Cervantes was what we call a club rat. Don’t misunderstand me. She wasn’t just throwing it around. But she loved the atmosphere in them, and she would goad me into letting other Doms top her. She got off on watching my reactions. It took me a while to realize that she was having more fun parading herself around clubs than anything the two of us did together as a couple.”

  She swallowed the last bite of her sandwich and then drained her wine glass. He refilled it for her, and then he finished off his sandwich as well while he waited for her to speak. To say the air in the room had shifted subtly was an understatement. There was a heaviness to it that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

  “Maverick, are you sure you’re okay with me spending time tomorrow with Kane?”

  “You think that reminds me of the things Tia used to do, don’t you?”

  She nodded, holding his gaze and watching his face carefully.

  “This isn’t the same thing. You’re not Tia. She was an experienced sub when I met her. She was also narcissistic, and played people like violins. I was inexperienced, and she was one of those women that men can’t ignore, even while they’re thinking that they’d like to put a muzzle on her or at least put her over their knee for a well-deserved spanking.”

  She giggled, and Maverick felt some of the tension between them dissolve. At least he was making the point he’d wanted to. The last thing he wanted was for her to believe he was upset with her over Kane Easton. “You were blindsided, in other words.”

  “Well, perhaps that’s the right word. More like bedazzled, I think. But in retrospect, I always knew she was probably just a bit too extroverted for my tastes. Our relationship was all about what Tia needed and wanted. I’m not saying I don’t enjoy giving a sub what she wants and needs, but it’s nice to have my needs met in return.”

  “I think that goes for any relationship, no?”

  He nodded. “Absolutely. With Tia, I never really knew where I stood. She had such a strong need to be noticed and adored and desired by every man she came in contact with. It was exhausting.”

  “Is that why you broke up with her?”

  “She left me. Said I wasn’t meeting her needs. The thing is, I don’t know if one man could ever truly meet Tia’s needs.”

  “I’m sorry. You must have been hurt.”

  “To be honest, by the time it got to that point, I was thinking we would never make it long-term. I couldn’t keep giving her all the attention she needed when I was getting almost nothing in return, and I was starting to run out of excuses when she would pester me to take her to clubs so we could play. I was tired of doing the dance. She didn’t want to be with only me any longer.”

  She averted her gaze and bit her bottom lip. “I have to ask this. That confession you wrangled out of me…the one where I told you that one of my fantasies was to have sex with two men at once…” She took a deep breath, and Maverick held his. It would be so easy to jump in right now and clarify, but he waited to see what she would say. “Was that because you’ve done that? I mean, did you and another man have sex with Tia?”

  He touched her face gently. She had such soft skin. “Yes and no. There were times when I was topping her along with another Dom, and the play was sexual in nature as well. But that’s not why I wrangled the confession out of you.”

  “Why did you, then?”

  How could he explain this to her when he couldn’t even explain it to himself? He took her wine glass and placed it on the tray between them, and then he placed a hand on each of her shoulders so that he could hold her gaze. “I don’t know how you’re going to take this, but I have to say it. It turned me on to watch her give another guy a blow job or watch him eat her out. That’s as far as it progressed in our play. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s the truth.”

  “It doesn’t sound crazy.” Her voice was soft, and if she wasn’t aroused right now, he’d eat his wine glass.

  “But then it got to the point where that’s all she wanted. Does that make sense?”

  “Yes.”

  “She didn’t want me. She only wanted to watch my reactions while she was with other men.”

  “If she had wanted you, too, would you have felt the same way about it?”

  “That’s a good question. I’m not sure. I’ve never had the experience from an emotional standpoint.”

  “Is that what you’d want me to do, Maverick? Have sex with you and another man?”

  He was impressed that she’d put the question out there without any fear or hesitation. She was a direct person, and he liked that about her. She also deserved a direct answer. “Not unless it happened out of a natural progression in our play with another man. And definitely not unless it was something you wanted as well.”

  “Maverick, sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.”

  He pulled her close, which was awkward since the tray was between them, but all he wanted at that moment was to be skin-to-skin with her. No matter what happened tomorrow between her and Kane, he vowed, at that exact second, not to lose her. She’d captivated him already, and Maverick knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go. “Are you ready to hear me ruin a Kenny Chesney song?”

  Felicity pulled out of his embrace and clapped her hands. “Yes! But I’m sure you won’t ruin it.”

  He laughed and scooted off the bed, retrieving his guitar case from the corner. Perching on the si
de of the bed, he took it out and began to tune it. “You might not be clapping once you hear me sing.”

  He launched into Kenny Chesney’s “Slow Down,” and it didn’t escape his notice that she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He watched goose bumps break out all over her body. That he could touch this amazing woman’s soul with such a simple song and rusty guitar playing sent his heart soaring to new heights.

  When he finished, she wiped away a tear and pulled him into her arms. “That was amazing. You are every bit as good as anyone I’ve ever heard who wasn’t an actual county star. I’m certainly not an expert, but in my opinion, you could easily be a recording artist in Nashville.”

  Maverick didn’t want to laugh at her, but he’d never seen himself in that way. Still, it gave him an incredible thrill to know she believed it. Her voice was actually shaking a bit. He smiled into her eyes and put the guitar next to them on the bed, and then he brushed a finger along her face. “You haven’t seen amazing yet tonight, my beautiful Felicity.”

  * * * *

  Maverick hated driving Felicity home Monday morning, but he knew it was the right thing to do. If she stayed at his house all day, he wouldn’t get any work done. While his uncle Leland might not notice that, others would, and then it would eventually get back to his uncle. He didn’t want to invite questions that he wasn’t ready to answer.

  He’d already done that by showing up at The Cranberry Roost to drive her to and from work. A lot of Passion Peak residents worked there, and it wouldn’t surprise him at all to find out that the gossip was all over town by now. But he really didn’t care about that, and he hoped she wouldn’t either. He was proud to be seen with her, and they certainly had no reason to hide.

  Once he’d walked her up the front steps to her house, he kissed her like he didn’t want to let her go, and then he forced himself to get back into his truck, smile, and drive away. She stood on her porch and watched him. He knew that because he looked in the rearview mirror as he drove down her street.