Indulge My Fantasy

by Whitley Gray

  “So hot. So wet. Are you always this wet, or is it me?” I didn’t have time to answer before his fingers slid inside me, deep, hard, and fast, finding that spot that I’d heard rumors about but never really…

  Flying. That was the only way to describe it. Aaron Elias, with the simple touch of his fingers, made me fly.

  He shuddered against me. When I got some moisture back in my mouth, I licked my lips. “Please, now.”

  “Not yet,” he snarled, lowering himself to my hips, his fingers spreading me open hard, his teeth brushing my clit. I cried out loud and dug my nails into his scalp, pressing him closer. He didn’t seem to care or notice, as involved as he was, driving me deep into mindless insanity.

  It all hit me at once, a conflagration of sensation, hot and cold, light and dark, pleasure and pain, and without warning I came so hard, I exploded under his touch.

  Exhausted, I slowly started feeling things again, starting with Aaron’s tongue wide on the inside of my thigh. The delicious heat started building in my core one more time.

  “I’ll never have a cupcake that could ever taste as good as you do right now,” he said.

  Laughter bubbled out of me. “You’ve ruined me for cupcakes for the rest of my life.”

  “Should I apologize?”

  “Never.”

  He suckled the skin at the very inside of my thigh as his fingers did some exploring. “Good. Nothing that feels good ever requires an apology. Does this make you feel good?”

  I nodded. “But there’s one more thing I want.”

  He kissed my other lips. “Name it, and it’s yours.”

  I drew a breath like no other before it. It was filled with power and determination and overwhelming lust. “I want to taste it on you.”

  He raised his head and met my eyes. “Do you?” I nodded. “Your wish is my command.” He moved to lie beside me, resting on his back and hands over his head this time.

  As I got on my knees, reaching for the frosting, I savored the whole view of him. He looked so hard, it had to hurt. I leaned down and kissed the smooth, round head. Even without the moist sugar, he felt good against my lips.

  He gasped. “I may have made a tactical error.”

  “Too late now.” I licked some frosting from my fingers and then used my tongue to paint it onto the head of his cock. He shuddered and hissed. I smiled, drunk with power. “Hmm. I wonder what this tastes like.” Before he could answer, I drew some more frosting up and down the length of his shaft, paying special attention to coat the base. I surveyed my handiwork, licking my lips. “How does that feel?”

  He shut his eyes, arching his back. “It makes me feel like I’m in the Cake Boss version of Nine and a Half Weeks. I wish your parents had left some whipped cream and fruit.”

  “I think I saw some maraschino cherries. Imagine where I could put those.”

  He growled, “Imagine where I could put those. Put your tongue on me.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. Finally his eyes opened, looking down at me. “Grace?”

  I moved to lie between his legs, getting high on the heady male musk of his body. “I wanted you to watch.” My gaze locked on his. I took him into my mouth.

  My tongue lapped up the sugar on his skin, but it had no flavor compared to Aaron. It surprised me that I could take him so deep and not gag. I needed all of him, and something in my primitive body allowed me to take it.

  His hands grasped my shoulders, and he moaned. Tongue circling the shaft, I drew upward with my lips in a tight seal around him, pulling him with me as I moved. Sinking down onto him again, he moved as I moved until we were in rhythm together. My nails dug into his ass, pulling him closer. I held him harder until I felt the stiffening in his body. Finally he shuddered, groaning as it all spilled out of him, into me. Gratified to feel his pleasure, I relaxed and swallowed.

  It took his breathing a while to go steady again and for his body to stop shaking. I crept up alongside him and rested my head against his shoulder, his arm circling behind me and pulling me close.

  “Holy shit,” he murmured against my head. “How did you do that?”

  I burrowed closer but felt kind of awkward about it. “I’m sure you’ve had better.”

  His body went stiff and not in the pleasant way it had a moment ago. He shifted to face me. “What?”

  Though he was as beautiful as I’d ever seen him, I looked down, away from him, closing my eyes. I curled up alongside him, soaking in the warmth of his body. “It’s no big deal.”

  He rolled to his side, where I had no choice but to face him. “What’re you talking about? That was incredible. I’ve never come so hard, and then you swallowed too? In some cultures that’s grounds for a lifetime commitment.”

  At the moment I wasn’t sure what I was more afraid of: the way he looked at me or the things I was feeling inside. The only way not to see him was to close my eyes. “Really, let’s not—”

  He gave my shoulder a little shake. “Look at me. What’s wrong?”

  Well, despite what we’d done, we were essentially strangers, right? We probably wouldn’t ever see each other again when this was over and he went back on his merry way. I’d see him on the silver screen, and maybe he’d remember me the next time he needed an oil change. Did it make a difference if I told him the truth or not? Hell, given all the women he laid in a year, he’d probably forget my name when he got out of the car.

  “Look, I know it couldn’t have been that good. Not to sound crass but I’ve been told before I’m not good at it, so—”

  “What? Who the hell told you that? My head exploded. Both of them. Who…?” He let me go, rolling onto his back. “Jesus.”

  I looked around for my clothes. At least my shirt would be a little warmer as close as it lay to the dwindling fire. I moved to stand. “I’m going to get some more wood.”

  His hand at my hip stopped me. A crack in his voice stilled me. “I’m sorry.”

  I turned. “What? Why?”

  “Because someone hurt you, and you’re still hurting. Whoever he was, he was an asshole, and he was wrong. You’re an amazing woman. It sounds like a cliché but you are amazing. You can do things that…I don’t even know how to say it. It’s not only what you do. It’s by being around you that…I don’t know. You make me feel.”

  Not easy, faking a smile with my throat locked tight. “I’m not that big a deal. I’m just a mechanic. You’re—”

  “No, listen to me. You’re the most real person I’ve met in years. You don’t know how rare that is. You’re warm and fun and wild. I…” He looked at me for a long moment. Behind his eyes, I got the feeling there were words he wanted to say or something he had to tell me, but he didn’t know exactly how. I didn’t know what to think or say either, so I kept silent. Finally he shook his head and, with a groan, got to his feet. “I’ll get the firewood.”

  “I can do it.”

  He held his hand up. “No. Give me a minute alone. Please?”

  I froze. There was no mistaking that message on his face. “Okay.” I sat back down, pulling my shirt in front of me to hide.

  With great relief I found my panties behind the brass bucket that held the firewood. I shook them out. Splinters there would not be pleasant, though I suspected if I asked nicely, Aaron would kiss the hurt and make it better.

  Aaron. What the hell was happening here? Was he serious? I mean, he was a professional actor, and a damn good one. If nothing else, that half-assed kiss earlier taught me he knew how to fake it and fake it well.

  No, he had to be full of crap like the others, and this was just a dalliance for him. Just another willing, passing lay on the way to wherever it was he had to be.

  And really, for me it didn’t have to be any different. Have fun and enjoy the now because real life would slip back into place again eventually and take over like it always did. How long had it been since I got laid, and faking it or not, he was really good at making me come over and over.

  Take advantage, enjoy the wonders
my body had to offer, and leave with no regrets, right?

  Well, no regrets unless the house still smelled like sex when my parents got home in the spring. At the rate we were going, it was altogether possible the smell of us wouldn’t be burned off by the smell of the fireplace.

  Aaron walked in with a head full of snow. Despite any misgivings, I smiled. That is, until he didn’t smile back. “We may have a problem,” he said. “It’s not slowing down out there. I think it may be getting worse.”

  “We still have shelter.”

  “And no food.” He emptied the carrier into the brass bucket. The wedges of wood slid in with a resounding crash.

  I looked around for the flashlight. “I’ll try the other cupboards. Maybe they moved something where we didn’t look yet.” I walked past him, wishing he’d reach out to touch me, to make contact, or to offer some tiny reassurance that whatever we were doing, we were okay. He didn’t. I kept going.

  “I’m going out for more. This way we’ll have enough to last the night.”

  “Okay,” was all I said as I opened and shut the cupboard doors like Vanna White looking for vowels. Still, unease clung to me like a cold, wet overcoat. Was he avoiding me? Had I done something wrong? Well, of course I had. That was par for the course with me and relationships. Whatever. Somewhere along the line I always did something wrong or I wasn’t good enough. No big deal. I could do one of two things: try again and hope I got better or give up and accept that I wasn’t good at it. Cars, I could fix. Men? Lost cause.

  I put some new logs into the fireplace, taking small comfort from the warmth that started anew. At least my outsides wouldn’t freeze. Probably too late to work on the insides.

  He stood in the doorway, shaking off a new layer of snow, and holding even more wood than the first time. Something in his eyes looked different, and it made something inside me shiver from more than the cold that came in with him.

  “We have enough out there for a while, but…I don’t know. How long is it going to last? I didn’t check the weather before I left.” His foot crunched on something, and he looked down. A piece of his shattered phone. “Even with crappy reception, I probably shouldn’t have done that.” He dumped the new load into the bin.

  I focused on the muscle play in his arms. It gave me something pretty to look at and think about.

  “Live and learn.” I held out the frosting can to him. “There’s a little left. Yours if you want it.”

  Our fingers brushed when he took the can from me. Sparks danced up my arm, and they weren’t flying embers from the now crackling fire. He shoved a spoonful in his mouth.

  “Look, Grace, I meant what I said before.”

  I held my hand up to stop him. “Forget it. It’s okay. I get it. You fake it for a living. This—”

  “I did not fake it.” He grabbed my arm, giving me no choice but to turn and face him. “You don’t get it. I meant what I said. You’re the most real person I’ve met in a long time. Until today I didn’t even notice. I took for granted that everyone expected something from me. Hell, I was almost okay with it. Then I find you, and, well, you blew my mind.”

  “And other things.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” When he sighed, I felt his frustration. It mirrored my own. “Look, maybe we’re living out a fantasy here, but I like you. I only just met you, but I really do like you. More than horizontally, though I’ll be honest and say that defies description. And in a good way,” he added, craning his neck to make sure my gaze met his.

  I waved him off. “Look, we don’t need to make any more of this than it is. We happened on each other by accident. For the time being we’re stuck together. For now we—”

  His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. I was pressed against the hard length of his body. His mouth found mine and laid claim to it, silencing any sensible protest I might have had.

  It only took my brain a moment to realize what my body had long ago discovered: that Aaron Elias had the power to set me on fire. I felt him move to put the can down on the mantel, but then his hands were free and dedicated to only me. They roamed wildly, so quickly that I couldn’t think about where they were before they went somewhere else. My back, my hips, my breasts, and my throat. The man was everywhere, like touching me fulfilled an intense hunger inside him deeper than the one for food.

  I couldn’t keep up. His kiss deepened, explored, and seized. It was all I could do to wrap my arms around his neck, holding on so I didn’t fall and let him have the rest of me. I gave my body up willingly anyway. If this was all I could have of him—one stolen night—maybe more if the snow held up, I’d take it. As the movie said, I’d rather have a few minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.

  And dammit, if this was my few minutes, I was going to make it unforgettable.

  So what if I got blisters on my fingers from repeatedly undoing his pants? So what if we both ended up chafed from rolling around on the Berber carpet? It’d be worth it to feel him inside me again and again.

  I found myself shoving my hands into his open jeans, grabbing his ass with both hands the way I wanted to grab on to life, onto him, and pulling it all greedily closer. He growled and pulled my shirt off. No cold this time as we fought each other out of our clothes. Before I knew what he had in mind, I found myself backed up to the wall beside the fireplace with his hands at my thighs, lifting me and opening me to his touch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he thrust inside, hard and fast with no gentility to be found for miles. My hips pounded against the wall. I loved the way he lost control inside me, pushing harder and yet always needing more. I didn’t even fear falling; I knew I could hold on to him so long as he kept moving, kept making me feel strong and brave and desired.

  His body stiffened against me, and his teeth dug into my shoulder, barely stifling the cry in his throat that ripped from him. I felt his heat shoot deep into me, and my body pulsed and tightened around him, blinding me with red light and white heat that left my muscles weak and spent.

  Still he pressed his body against mine, even when my legs went limp and slid down till my feet touched the cold floor.

  After a few moments, I heard his breathing return to normal. He still held on to me while at my throat he murmured, “Still think you’re nothing special?”

  I chuckled a little to hide the tear in my heart. “How many women have you lost control like that with?”

  “One.” He nuzzled my ear. The gentleness of his lips at my earlobe made me close my eyes, basking in the warmth of his touch.

  “Oh? How’d she like it?”

  He breathed into my ear, “You tell me.”

  “Yeah, right.” But I smiled.

  He pulled back. I had nowhere else to look, and the seriousness in his eyes made me not feel so warm anymore, and yet sizzle a little around the edges. “You’re the only one. You’re the only woman who’s ever inspired me to lose control and take her right where we stood. All you had to do was be here.”

  I opened my mouth to rebuff him and to dispute his claim. I didn’t know how, and after a moment, I shut it again. Instead, I kissed him. A pure, simple, and plain kiss. Even as our lips moved together, a tear rolled down my cheek.

  Chapter Four

  I couldn’t tell if the dancing knots in my stomach were because I hated flying or because somewhere in LAX, Aaron said he was waiting for me. Flying was high on my list of least favorite things to do, right behind pelvic exams and driving in the rain at night while blindfolded. As soon as we touched down, I was the first one off that compressed soup can like someone had shot me out of a slingshot.

  The moment my feet hit terra firma, I knew the knots weren’t from flying. I hadn’t seen Aaron in a month, and after I got his rental running, I hadn’t really expected to hear from him again. Sure, we’d exchanged contact info at the garage in Kingston. Sure, I’d made certain the work was done right. Even if the car was a rental, in my heart of hearts I needed to know no cars or animals were e
ver abused. Sure, I’d come out of that two-day adventure with memories and bruises, but it was only that: an adventure. A getaway from reality.

  But here in the airport, reality swarmed me. What had I done? I’d just boarded a plane, flying from coast to coast with the anticipation that Aaron Elias would come get me, and we’d see if our little adventure “had legs,” as he put it. On the one hand, I didn’t like feeling like his fun little social experiment. On the other hand…dammit, I missed him. When he sent me the tickets, I told my manager I needed a week off, packed my bags, and parked my Honda in long-term before sunset the next day.

  “It’s an escape. Nothing more,” I muttered as I made my way past baggage claim. I had no bags to claim, at least in the literal sense. All my basic needs could be met with a single carry-on. It seemed rather sad but it also made it easy to get around. No attachments. Just fill the bag and go. I even passed the size restrictions with inches to spare.

  Across the lobby stood a semicircle of well-dressed limo drivers. It crossed my mind that Aaron might have sent a car. I didn’t want to think about it too much. He said he’d be waiting, but he didn’t specify if he’d be picking me up or if I should rent something and meet him. A rental sounded like the better choice. That gave me the option to pick up and go whenever I chose, or if I needed some alone time. Or if things went completely sour. Not that I could see that happening…well, yes I could. Two days in the woods was an escape from reality, but here in Tinseltown? That was an even deeper escape.

  “And speaking of escape.” I turned for the CAR RENTAL—SHUTTLE sign.

  A solid-looking man in black, wearing a ball cap and reflective sunglasses, stepped in front of me. He had thick dark hair and an exceptionally tan complexion.

  “Car, meess?” His heavy Spanish accent made me think if he said anything but those two words, I’d have a hard time understanding him.

  “No, gracias,” I said, side-stepping him.

  He grinned and started rattling off something that made me regret not speaking English to begin with. I held up my hands but was unnerved, seeing only myself in the reflection in his glasses. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish very well, but no, I don’t need a car. Thank you.”