by Opal Carew
He nipped her ear. “Tell me.”
“It’s not a fantasy.”
His eyes glittered. “So there is something. What is it?”
“It was just a dream.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A dream. Hmm. I bet that means a really deep fantasy.”
She furrowed her brow. “I don’t think so.”
He grinned. “I bet it’s something really kinky.”
She hesitated.
“Come on, baby. I promise I won’t judge you. In fact, I bet it’ll get me really hot.”
“I… well… I had this dream about us.”
“Go on.”
“We were… having sex in a pool hall.”
His hands wrapped around her waist. “That sound pretty hot.”
“Then…” Her cheeks flushed. “Another man came in.”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“And… well… He joined us.”
“Really?” His broad grin revealed his straight, white teeth. “And by join us you mean…?” His eyebrows arched.
“He…”—she moved her hand in a rolling motion—“joined us.”
He leaned in close and murmured in her ear. “You mean he fucked you at the same time as I did.”
She nodded, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.
“Damn, that’s hot.” He cradled her face in his hand and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.
It was another twenty minutes before they made it to the kitchen for coffee.
Over the next several weeks, she started seeing Storm regularly. When he’d play a show, she would watch him from backstage. Afterward, the groupies tried to tempt him, but he went home with her every time.
She knew this thing between them wouldn’t last, and that was just as well. He was an exciting interlude, and wild fling, but their relationship just wasn’t sustainable. They were too different. He was a thrill seeker who liked to take wild risks, like the bungee jumping off the bridge the second week he was in town. She watched in awe and trepidation, worried he’d be hurt or killed.
Despite what he’d said when he convinced her to date him—that he wanted to do the boyfriend thing—he’d also admitted that it probably wouldn’t last forever.
To be fair, staying with a woman for a few weeks, or even a couple of months, probably felt like a lifetime to him. But she didn’t fool herself. A man like Storm lived for the moment, moving to a new town whenever the whim took him., He would not allow himself to be tied down for very long.
And she understood that. So she knew better than to lose her heart to him. She would enjoy what they had, and accept it when he finally left.
Storm woke up to the feel of a warm body wrapped in his arms, and soft, naked breasts pressed against his chest. He breathed in the scent of her orange blossom shampoo.
These had been the best few weeks of his life. He’d never really dated a woman before, at least not with the intent of anything more than sex. Not that he wouldn’t have loved to have a serious relationship, but when his father had been alive, he never would have exposed a woman he cared about to that abusive, ruthless man. And he knew if he’d had a relationship with anyone, his father would have found a way to interfere, unless she was exactly the woman he’d wanted for his son.
Jessica reminded him of a woman who had once worked for him, before he’d decided to turn his full attention to his passion of being a musician. That other woman had been sweet and caring, and for a short time, he’d wondered if there could be something between them, but she’d worked for him, which was a disaster in the making all by itself. Add his father to the equation and it was a no-go from the beginning. Just as well, because now he’d met Jessica.
He’d convinced her to date him by telling her he wanted to experience being a boyfriend, which was true. This experience was really good for him. Jessica gave him exactly what he needed. Acceptance. Exactly as he’d hoped, she cared for him because of who he was, inside and out. He didn’t know how long it would last, but he’d ensure that she enjoyed every minute of it.
He smiled when he remembered how cautious she’d been getting to know him. She hadn’t just swooned and wanted him because of his bad-boy persona. She had actually had to get past that to allow herself to go out with him. Now he saw the change in her. Being with him seemed to allow her to discover her inner bad girl. Hearing her use the word “fuck” last night—which had clearly pushed her out of her comfort zone—had been intensely sexy. And he considered getting her to admit to her fantasy of being with two men, which totally blew his mind, a real coup.
She was definitely opening up. As much as she said she didn’t like to take risks, he was sure there was an extremely adventurous woman locked up inside her, and he intended to help her escape.
She stirred and he kissed the top of her head. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, and when he saw the loving warmth in her eyes, it was as though a hand had reached inside his chest and squeezed his heart. He was elated and alarmed at the same time.
Could she be falling for him?
He simultaneously wanted it to be true and not be true.
Was it fair to her to allow her to believe there was a future for them?
It’s not that he wouldn’t love to have a long term relationship with her. Maybe even forever.
But not now.
He was still discovering who he was. Who he wanted to be. He loved his life right now, and a major part of that was the complete freedom he had.
He gazed into her beautiful, expressive green eyes. And part of it was because of her. Since his father died, he’d been searching for himself, and she was helping him find a part he didn’t know existed.
But there was so much she didn’t understand about him. If she didn’t know who he was—if he didn’t know who he was—then how could he be the man she needed?
“You seem deep in thought,” she murmured sleepily.
He tipped his head down and kissed her, loving the feel of her soft lips against his.
“Just thinking about how I love having your naked body against mine.”
She laughed, wiggling her butt against his semi-erect cock. “Yeah, I can tell.”
He smiled and tucked his arm tighter around her. His gaze fell on the framed picture on the wall beside the bed.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that picture. Is that a moth?”
She nodded. “A leopard moth.”
It looked like a photocopy, and not great quality. Why would she have framed something like that?
“I bet there’s a story behind it.”
She pushed herself up to a sitting position and glanced at it. The small smile that claimed her lips lit up her face.
“My mom gave it to me.”
“I think there’s more to the story than that.” He sat up beside her.
She laughed. “Yeah, there is. It all has to do with a science project I had to do when I was a kid. Our teacher gave us a list of ten butterflies and moths that we had to draw. She required they be from a specific book in the school library, but there were only five copies. With twenty-five kids in the class and only three weeks to do the project, I could never get my hands on the the book, because all the copies were always checked out. When I finally did get a copy, there were only a few days left before the deadline, and I discovered that the picture of the leopard moth had been torn out of the book. I drew all the others, but I was in tears because I didn’t know what to do about the tenth picture.
The next evening, my mom showed up with the picture I needed. She’d taken the afternoon off work and driven all the way to Garnersville to the big library there and found the book, then photocopied the page and brought it home to me. I got an A on the project and that picture became a symbol of how much my mom would do to support me and how she would always be there for me.”
He watched her glowing eyes as she told the story and his chest tightened. How he would have loved to have someone care about him like that.
He curled his hand
around her face and kissed her. “You’re very lucky to have such a loving mother.”
It wasn’t just her mother. It was clear both her father and brother cared very much about her. And all of them cared about each other, with a mutual love and respect Storm longed for.
She smiled warmly. “I know.” She gazed into his eyes. “What about you? You haven’t told me about your family.”
He shrugged. “Nothing to tell.” Then he tossed back the covers and stood up, well aware of her gaze caressing his naked form. “Let’s get some breakfast. I’m starving.”
Jessica hurried home from work on Friday, excited because Storm had told her he had something special planned for that evening. Usually he and the band played at a club or event on Fridays, but two of the band members were down with the flu so this week he was free.
It almost felt like they were a real couple, rather than just a short fling. Any time he wasn’t rehearsing with the band, he spent with her, and he slept over most nights. She couldn’t believe a sexy bad-boy like Storm wanted to spend so much of his time with her. She didn’t know how long this would last, but she was loving every minute of it.
In fact, a part of her was starting to believe that maybe he was in this thing for the long haul.
He greeted her at the door, and excitement shimmered through her at the sight of him with his tattooed arms and bare chest, covered only with a leather vest. His muscles rippled as he took reached for her and took her in his arms. His full lips covered hers and he kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless.
“I picked up some Thai food,” he murmured when he released her.
She glanced at the table and he had the table set, candles burning and take-out laid out with spoons.
“This is lovely.” She walked toward the table.
But disappointment must have glimmered in her eyes, because he chuckled. “Don’t worry. This isn’t the surprise.”
She smiled. “Do I have to wait until after dinner?”
“Yes.”
Her smile turned seductive and she slinked toward to him, then stroked her hands over the muscular ridges of his chest.
“Even if I try very hard to persuade you?”
He chuckled, a deep rumbling from his chest. “Baby, persuade away, but I’m not telling you a thing.” He grabbed her hands and tugged her into his arms, then pressed his lips against her temple. “Except that I find you extremely sexy,” he murmured.
“How about just a little hint?”
He winked. “Wait here.”
A moment later, he returned with a gift-wrapped box in his hand. It had glossy black wrap and a big red bow. Excitement quivered through her. She loved gifts. She reached out her hand but he shook his head and placed it on the coffee table.
“That’s just a teaser. You can open it after dinner.”
She pursed her lips, then glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Be warned. I’m going to eat fast.”
He chuckled and poured her a glass of wine.
She enjoyed the food, but as promised, finished quickly. There was the gift, but also a sense of heightened sensuality. Storm had a twinkle in his eyes that intrigued her, and made her think that he had something very sexy in mind for this evening.
Once the dishes were cleared away, she sat on the couch and stared at the gift he’d brought her.
“Go ahead,” he said as he sat down beside her.
She picked it up and discarded the bow, then pulled away the paper. Inside, she found a black leather bodysuit that looked like a sexy one piece bathing suit, except it had cutouts over the nipples and a zipper along the crotch that wound up the lower back. If he opened it, he would have access to everything.
She gazed at him with wide eyes.
“Why don’t you go put that on?” he suggested with a wicked grin.
She scurried to the bedroom, eager to don the scandalous outfit for him. When she pulled it on, she peered at herself in the mirror. The legs were cut high and the tag on the zipper glinted in the light. The underwire bodice pushed her breasts up high, and her nipples peaked out the cutouts. The outfit made her feel wickedly sexy. A real bad girl!
She grabbed the leather jacket he’d given her from her closet and pulled it on overtop, then she pulled on her sexiest spike heels, which were the ones she’d been wearing when he’d met her on that dark, lonely road.
When she stepped back into the living room, he gave her a wolf whistle.
“You look like a sexy biker chick.” He wrapped his arms around her and stroked over the leather covering her back, then in a swift motion, he pulled the jacket down her arms and twisted it, the leather pinning her arms behind her back. “But that’s not what I had in mind.”
His gaze lingered on her breasts, which were thrust forward, her exposed nipples peaking from the leather.
“This evening, you are going to be my love slave. And as part of that, I’m going to bring your other sexual fantasy to life.”
She gazed at him quizzically. “But the only fantasy I told you about was…” At the slow smile spreading across his face, her words trailed off.
He couldn’t be serious. Was he really going to bring another man here to make love to her?
“I don’t think so.”
He dropped the jacket to the floor and pulled her into his arms. His lips brushed her temple. “Don’t worry. It’s just a fantasy.”
“So you don’t really mean to—”
“Shhh. Just trust me.”
Then he released her and grabbed a tall, cushioned stool. She hadn’t noticed it beside the desk. Then he opened the desk drawer and pulled out a length of robe he’d clearly stashed in there ahead of time.
“Turn around and face the stool,” he said with authority.
Shivers danced down her spine as she obeyed. He pressed her down so she was bent over the stool, then he wrapped the rope around one of her wrists, threaded the rope through one of the rods at the base of the stool, then tied her other wrist. He worked the rope around the stool and her wrists until he was satisfied she was secure. She tried to move her arms, but the binding held her arms firmly against the legs of the stool and stretched downward toward the floor. She couldn’t stand up, either. She was well aware of her ass sticking up and out toward Storm.
“Now I’m going to blindfold you.” Storm placed a black cloth over her eyes and tied it behind her head. His lips played along the back of her neck before she felt his warm body move away.
She felt his fingers glide down her ass, then he reached under her. She heard the zipper unfasten, and cool air caressed her most intimate places as the fabric parted.
“Are you ready?”
She drew in a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Good. Now wait a moment.”
After a few seconds, she heard the front door open and close. Had Storm gone out?
Or, was it possible Storm had let someone else in? Was there another man here?
“Storm?”
“I’m here, baby.”
He was right behind her.
“Is there someone else here with us?”
He laughed. “Just trust me. Now no more talking. Just enjoy.”
She couldn’t hear footsteps on the carpet, so she couldn’t hear Storm move around. Or the other man, if there was one.
A big, male hand cupped her breast and squeezed, then his fingertips squeezed the nipple. A different hand stroked down her back, then over her ass. Both hands slipped away, and she felt the leather over her backside pulling apart, exposing her fully.
Big fingers glided along her ass, to her folds, which were already slick. Two fingers glided inside her and she arched toward them.
Storm chuckled. At least, she was pretty sure it was Storm.
To her disappointment, the fingers slid away. A moment later, she felt something warm and hard press against her lips.
“Open,” Storm commanded.
She opened her lips and something hard slid inside. But it wasn’t the warm, so
ft skin of a cock. She realized it was a dildo, though short. It filled her mouth, then she felt a strap being fastened around her head, which held the dildo in place. It was a special gag.
“Suck on it,” Storm instructed.
She did so, imagining him watching her cheeks hollow. The dildo had the contours of a real cockhead, and she imagined it being Storm in her mouth.
“I’m going to stroke you now,” Storm warned from behind her.
As his fingers stroked along her slit, she imagined that the cockhead in her mouth belonged to another man. Storm’s fingers slid inside her canal while she sucked off his friend.
Then Storm’s fingers glided upward, to her ass. His slick fingers toyed with her back opening, then one finger slowly slid inside.
“Baby, have you done anal before?”
She nodded. Though it hadn’t been her favorite experience and she’d only done it once, she trusted that Storm would make this time special. And exciting.
He glided a second finger inside, stretching her. She was tense at first, but he kept working on her, stretching her gently, until she finally relaxed. He seemed quite happy to take all the time in the world.
“Now you're going to feel a cock slide inside you. But don’t worry. It’s much smaller than mine.”
Oh, God, was it another man?
“Relax, baby. I told you to trust me.”
She drew in a deep breath, then sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. Something hard and slick pressed against her back opening, and slowly glided inside.
Again, it wasn’t a real cock. It went in a few inches, then stopped.
She finally accepted that there was no other man here. Storm was trying to make the experience as real as he could for her, allowing her imagination to embrace the situation.
“Is that good, baby?” Storm asked.
She nodded.
He stroked her hair, then glided his hand down her back.
“Now that you’re filled with one cock, I’m going to fill you with another.”
And that didn’t count the one in her mouth, which she continued to suck.
Something brushed against her slick slit. This time it was hot, hard, and definitely a real cock.
