A.O.E.M.: Finding Magic

by Katherine A. Moore

  “There are too many beautiful women in this world to tie myself to one.” Lorcan tilted his head and ogled Amanda as if she had an invitation taped to her boobs.

  “Too many lovely breasts to suckle, too many warm, dark places to explore. Just think… if I’d listened to dear old Mom, I’d never have chanced upon a lovely sea nymph prepared to dash herself upon the rocks.”

  “Dashing wasn’t in my plan.” She slipped her hand free of his arm and walked on, a step ahead. His slimy attitude was a wet, stinky blanket thrown over her desire. “I was merely enjoying the moment, the freedom of the sea wind.”

  “As was I. Enjoying the moment. I stood and watched you for a moment or two before rushing to your rescue. The wind molding your dress to each lovely curve was more beautiful than the sunset. My imagination filled in the blanks.”

  Amanda turned and cocked her head, flashing a brittle smile at Lorcan. “You were spying on me?”

  “Not spying. Appreciating the view. There’s nothing more lovely in all Chimera than you, my lovely Mandy.”

  Talk about smarmy.

  “Well, I thank you for my non-rescue and bid you good evening. Enjoy your walk.”

  “Aren’t we going the same direction?” Lorcan rushed to catch up with her quick steps.

  “I’m going back to my bungalow. Alone. I imagine you’ve another direction to head, more island beauties to rescue.”

  “I’ll see you to your door. Maybe we could share a glass of wine?”

  “It’s not necessary and no.” Amanda turned to face him. The last thing she needed was a handsome lothario looking for a quick lay.

  Not that she was thinking of marriage. Not anymore. No, all she really wanted was a break from reality. Unfortunately, Lorcan’s cynical line was all too familiar and not the least bit appealing… not nearly as appealing as his appearance. Too bad he was such a jerk when he opened his mouth.

  Turning her back on him, she quickly unlocked her door and stepped inside. She closed it without saying a word.

  His laughing, “Good night, m’dear,” left her shivering, with her back pressed tightly against the door.

  * * *

  The soft towel was warm and slightly damp. Lester’s skin tingled where the razor had obviously removed every last pubic hair within reach. He lay quietly, his body rigid with anticipation, while Tady cleaned the shaving cream off his groin.

  This was so unlike him, this quiet acquiescence, but something about the island, the calm, easy-going sense of quiet and peace, lulled him. Allowed him to be someone entirely unlike his usual focused, controlling self.

  The blindfold had warmed to his skin. The air chilled his damp flesh. Les felt strangely relaxed, as if the restraints and blindfold had removed all desire for control. He never would have imagined himself in such a position, giving another man complete charge of his body.

  “I’m going to turn you now. Just relax.”

  Yeah, like that little guy was going to move his big bod? Les grinned, wondering just how Tady intended to flip 280 pounds of rock-solid muscle, when he suddenly found himself unshackled, lifted, flipped, and the shackles re-fastened before he could hardly draw a breath.

  “Unh.”

  “Sorry, big guy. Didn’t mean to startle you. No talking, now… remember?”

  Les’s cock pressed against the satin bedspread and the cool fabric rippled sensuously against his newly shorn skin. His hands were stretched tightly over his head, but his ankles were free.

  Suddenly Tady was slipping a hand beneath his belly, lifting his massive weight as if he were a child, pressing a stack of pillows beneath Les to raise his ass in the air.

  His ass? Shit! No one took Les Ondáge in the ass. He didn’t do bottom. Hell, he didn’t suck cock, either. What the hell did Tady think…

  “Relax. I’m only finishing what I started.”

  Once again, Les felt the cool shaving cream spread over his ass, between his legs, right up the crack between his cheeks. He squirmed when some of the astringent foam found its way inside his ass, but he managed to keep his mouth shut.

  As stupid as he felt, having his tail end shaved smooth as a baby’s butt, this was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. The razor was sharp but Tady wielded it with great care. It swept over Lester’s muscled buttocks, across the underside of his balls, then fingers spread his cheeks and Les felt the blade go right over his asshole. He tensed, but he didn’t move.

  Once more, Tady wiped the shaving foam away, then tucked the towel under Les’s hips.

  “Hold still. This might sting. Don’t talk.”

  The sound of a cork pulled from a bottle. The splash of icy cold liquid spilling over his ass, between his legs, soaking his balls.

  Fire! Burning, stinging, screaming fire!

  “Uhmph!” Les buried his face in the bedspread. Tried to pull his knees together but realized the pillows held them firmly apart. Fumes assaulted his nostrils. Whisky! The bastard had poured whisky all over his ass!

  The stinging slowly subsided, gave way to a warm, deep-seated tingle. He was still trying to figure out what the hell Tady was up to, when once again Les found himself on his back, his hands and feet shackled to the bedposts.

  How the hell does he do that?

  Then Lester really didn’t care. A warm mouth encircled his cock. Lips tightened, stroked him up and down, licked the smooth skin around his balls, skin that only minutes earlier had been neatly covered in coarse black hair.

  Now, with nothing to impede the sensation of tongue and lips and nipping teeth, Les suddenly understood what Tady had been up to.

  Never, in all his thirty-five years, had he ever been so aware. Damn, if he’d known this kind of sensitivity even existed… still tingling from the whisky, skin ultra-sensitive from the close shave, Les felt his entire being center in the smooth skin of his groin and butt.

  The mouth was gone. Les felt Tady sliding up his outstretched, shackled body, waited for his kiss. Instead, the round tip of a fully erect cock brushed his lips. A drop of hot semen spread across the closed seam of his mouth.

  Now wait a minute… He’d never sucked a man before. Always thought of himself as the suckee, not the sucker. It was one thing to shove his cock down someone’s throat, another altogether to be on the receiving end.

  “C’mon, big boy. Open wide. Unless you want to use the safe word?”

  Damn. Tady made it sound like a challenge, like Les was afraid. Les opened his mouth. Tady’s cock teased at his lips, the head hard and smooth, and a lot wider than a guy Tady’s size should carry around between his legs.

  Les wondered just what kind of package the little guy had. He felt the bed shift, realized Tady had switched around so that he knelt at Les’s shoulders. This time, when Tady lowered his cock into Les’s mouth, Les swallowed him down as far as he could, until the smooth sack of Tady’s balls rested lightly at his upper lip and pressed against his nose.

  At the same time, Tady’s mouth came down on Les. Tady moaned around the hard shaft stretching his jaws wide, licked the veined underside, nibbled at the round tip. Whatever Les did to Tady, the other man copied, until it almost felt as if Les was sucking himself.

  Caught up in the mind-blowing sensations of a mouth full of cock and his own cock filling a mouth, Les knew he wouldn’t last. Hell, he’d been celibate for months, almost as if he’d been saving it up for this one, mind-blowing fuck with a little guy barely half his size.

  Tady’s cock jerked in Les’s mouth, reminding him that not all of Tady was proportionally small. Les felt the burning in his balls, the tight pleasure that was almost pain as a load of sperm made its convoluted journey from testicles to take-off.

  He was so caught up in his own climax, he almost choked on Tady’s load. Sucking and swallowing for all he was worth, Les knew he’d give anything to free his hands and rub on Tady’s balls the way Tady was doing his.

  Body spent and cock fading fast, he licked the last drops off of Tady, turned his head to p
lant a kiss on the quivering thighs on either side of his head and nipped at the tight ball sac.

  With a groan, Tady rolled to one side. “Oh, my. That was exquisite. Absolutely exquisite.” He leaned over and removed Les’s blindfold, then unshackled his hands, planting a kiss on Les’s mouth as he reached across his body to undo the left one. Les opened his mouth to Tady’s kiss, sharing the taste of one man to another.

  When Tady crawled across Les’s thighs to unshackle his left foot, Les got his first good look at Tady’s package.

  “Can I talk now?”

  Tady turned and grinned at him. “Oh, yes. Of course.” He laughed. “You had something in particular you wanted to say?”

  “Yeah. How’d a little turd like you end up with a cock as big as mine?”

  Tady grinned and looked down at himself. “Haven’t a clue. It’s nice to know, however, we’re equally matched in some areas.”

  He released the leather restraint around Les’s ankle, then caressed the dark skin, moving up past Les’s knee, over the bulge of his muscular thigh. Tady’s long fingers left reactive shivers wherever they stroked. Les felt his cock rising once more.

  Tady looked at him and grinned. “Okay. I guess this means you had as good a time as I did. Do you want to do it again?”

  “Oh, yeah. You wanna rub a little higher?”

  Tady rocked back on his knees and sat on his heels. “Not tonight. I have other plans. Lester… here’s the way this works. You will go back to your bungalow, but first you will stop at one of the shops and choose a sarong. There’s no charge for anything on the island… you just pick one you like. You will wear a sarong and nothing more while you are on Chimera. You will feel the air against your smooth balls and hairless butt and you’re going to think of me and what I’m planning for you tomorrow… and the day after that, and the day after that one.”

  While he talked, Tady continued stroking Les’s thigh, his fingers growing ever closer to Les’s re-awakening cock. “You will not touch yourself. No jacking off. I want you ready when you arrive here tomorrow night at seven o’clock. We will have dinner here, in my bungalow. You will serve me. Then I will service you.”

  He leaned over and kissed Les on the mouth. Les sucked the other man’s tongue deep, sighed and let him go. He had no idea what Tady had planned, but he already wanted to jack off.

  Of course, he wouldn’t do it. This was too much fun. Fantasy. Pure, unadulterated fantasy. Sex with a little guy with attitude like Les’s drill sergeant back in basic.

  Lester dressed quietly and slipped out the door. He started to head back to the bungalow, then remembered the sarong. Hell, there were plenty of other dudes on the island wearing the brightly colored skirts. He might as well follow orders.

  The selection was endless, but Les finally found a bold tie-dye in blacks, blues and deep orange. He wrapped it up with instructions on how to wear it, and headed back to his bungalow without meeting a soul. The lights were on in Amanda’s little hut. Normally, Les would’ve gone to check on her, but not tonight.

  Tonight he had a lot to think about.

  I sucked cock. Shit.

  He’d really done it. More amazing, he’d really liked it. Of course, it was the blindfold. The blindfold and the shave job.

  He’d never felt so naked in his life, lying there on the bed with his butt in the air, pillows under his belly, his eyes covered and his hands tied to the bed. Naked and vulnerable, so turned on his cock ached with the need to come, his balls wanted to crawl up inside his gut and he’d actually, for a moment there, wondered what it would feel like to take a cock up his ass.

  Take it deep inside, thrusting hard and fast the way he liked to take a man.

  He was still thinking about it when he crawled naked into bed. Still thinking about it hours later, unable to sleep because of the erection that wouldn’t subside. The erection he’d promised the little guy he wouldn’t touch.

  * * *

  Tady crawled into bed, sliding between cool sheets, beneath a satin spread still warm from Lester’s body. He still couldn’t believe it.

  Shivering with reaction, the adrenaline nowhere close to subsiding, Tady relived the past couple of hours with the sexiest man he’d ever seen.

  Six and a half feet tall if he was an inch, Lester Ondáge radiated pure, unadulterated power and sex, a combination sure to drive a sane man nuts. The effect on a horny gay Elf was practically lethal.

  Soft spoken, his voice rumbling up out of that broad, smooth chest, Lester’d laughed as if the world were there for his pleasure. Lester was obviously a man used to being obeyed, even feared. An amazing man.

  A man who’d allowed himself to be shackled and shaved, who’d taken Tady’s huge cock all the way down his throat and swallowed every drop of the huge load of sperm he’d shot. A man confident enough to take orders, strong enough to let himself experience every fantasy Tady’d ever had in his lonely bed.

  Not that Tady hadn’t had sex, before. He’d had plenty of sex, but he’d always been the one taking orders, taking a cock down his throat or up his ass, making do with hand jobs and occasional blow jobs.

  Nothing like tonight. Nothing so wonderful, so fulfilling as tonight.

  Tady lay awake for hours, grinning into the darkness. Imagining tomorrow. Planning his evening with Lester.

  Chapter 3

  Lorcan awoke with a Dragon-sized headache. He squinted against the bright slash of sunlight beaming through the open windows, then groaned when he rolled over to bury his face in his pillow.

  Carefully, he opened one eye again, just to make sure he was alone in the bed. One never knew, when one had gone drinking. Relieved the coast was clear, Lorcan rolled over on his back and covered his eyes with his forearm.

  Right now, he’d give that arm -- or a leg -- to have Tady standing beside him with a cup of hot coffee…

  Damn. Where was Tady, anyway? He’d never taken Lorcan’s offer of time off so seriously before.

  Worried, concerned something might have happened to his assistant, Lorcan hauled his butt out of bed and staggered to the shower. He kept trying to recall what had happened last night, but all he could remember was a sea of nameless faces, loud music and many tankards of ale.

  A face drifted into his consciousness and brought him up short. Mandy. Honey blonde hair, flashing gray eyes and enough attitude to put any Elf in his place.

  Now why would he think of her? She’d dismissed him as if he’d been less than nothing. Turned down his kind offer to escort her as if he’d been scum beneath her perfectly shaped little feet.

  Of course, the minute she’d said the M word, he’d panicked and gone into his Lorcan the louse routine, as Tady had once dubbed it.

  Damn. Where the hell was Tady?

  Growling, aware he’d suddenly developed a morning hard-on to equal all others, Lorcan turned on the shower as hot as he could stand it and stepped beneath the spray.

  He leaned his cheek against the cool tile, both hands splayed wide, and let the water pound his back and neck. His head cleared slowly. There’d been two other blondes. He remembered them now… sort of. Twins… Lola and Lila? Lilly? Lora… hell, he couldn’t recall much, other than they’d wanted to come back here with him. He’d turned them down for some reason…

  Mandy.

  Lorcan shook his head. Damn. It was coming back to him, but it didn’t make sense. The two blondes, the same women he’d followed from his bungalow. Lola and Lila… yeah. They’d been more than willing to return with him and he’d turned them down!

  All because of Mandy!

  That made absolutely no sense at all… why in the Dragon’s name would he turn down a sure romp with two gorgeous sirens for a woman who had essentially told him to get lost?

  Even more curious, why, when he thought of Mandy, did his cock decide to stand up and join the mental conversation? She was beautiful. There was no doubt in his mind about that, but not nearly as sexy as the two blondes.

  Yet it was Mandy who
filled his mind.

  She couldn’t be… no. No, he was not going there. Mandy was not his Chosen One. Not a woman with an attitude like hers.

  So why didn’t his cock get the message?

  Lorcan looked down at the broad plum-colored crown staring straight up at him, almost as if the little eye was winking at him. Steam rose all around; his balls didn’t know whether to hang low and cool off or crawl up inside and ache. Sighing, Lorcan soaped his hand and slowly, methodically, took care of the problem himself.

  * * *

  Amanda relaxed in a comfortable wicker chair out on the deck, nibbled at a croissant and sipped her coffee. The morning sun filtered through palms and ferns, and the ocean glimmered a brilliant sapphire blue, lapping against pristine sands as white as freshly fallen snow. She’d slept like the dead last night, but memories of dreams lingered this morning.

  Dreams of Dragons and Elves and strange, towering trees. Dreams with strange, sensual images that flitted in and out of her mind this morning, leaving her confused and unsettled… and most decidedly aroused.

  She leaned back in her chair and grinned. Lester’s idea of a vacation must be working if her libido was coming alive. Sex had been the last thing on her mind for months.

  Immediately, the image of Lorcan popped into Amanda’s mind.

  No. Don’t go there.

  The man had been sex appeal incarnate -- and was way too aware of his power over women. He was a jerk and a heartache waiting to happen.

  “Mornin’, sweetie.”

  “Lester!” She turned at the familiar greeting and almost dropped her croissant. “Lester? What are you wearing?”

  Any other man might have looked ridiculous in a brightly colored sarong. Les Ondáge was a massive native god, his bare chest gleaming, his trim hips neatly encased in yards of silk. With his shaved head and one gold earring he might have stepped out of a dugout canoe after crossing miles of ocean.

  “It’s a sarong. Do you like it?” He turned his huge body in a graceful arc.

  Amanda practically drooled. “I never would have imagined you going native, Les, but you look absolutely gorgeous. Is it silk?”