Indulge My Fantasy

by Whitley Gray

  “Why?” he said. “You are who you are, and I like that. A lot. Especially now that I know it doesn’t fit who you are. You wouldn’t ask me to change, would you?”

  “Nothing,” I whispered, losing my mind as his fingers explored, touched, spread, and danced. Oh my God, I was floating. “Wow. We do one thing right together, don’t we?”

  He moved, let me go, and placed me gently in the cradle of the wide rear seat as he slipped out of his jacket and shifted, kneeling on the limo floor, nestled between my open thighs. “That we do. Oh look, I can have my dinner to go.”

  Then his mouth was on me, and my body exploded with his contact. His hands wandered freely, squeezing my ass, stroking my thighs, roaming up my belly, filling his palms with my breasts, and cruelly teasing my nipples. All while I held on to the seat, trying not to float away into the atmosphere and be lost forever. Climax after climax rolled over me, but he wouldn’t stop the glorious torture. I didn’t know how many sights I missed seeing as the limo kept going, logging nearly as many miles as I did. The more magic Aaron’s mouth worked on me, the less I cared.

  When I lost count of my orgasms, I raked my hands through his hair, praying to get his attention. “I’m going to die if you keep doing that.”

  He raised his head long enough to say, “I’m still hungry.”

  I gasped for air. “You may end up eating bones.”

  “No, that’s your job,” he said before his tongue and fingers slid deep into me.

  Tired as I was, I laughed out loud. Even in my position, spread out across the limo seat, grateful the moon roof wasn’t open or every helicopter in town would have a brilliant view of my anatomy.

  Well, hell, this was Los Angeles. I’m sure they’d seen weirder things on the Ventura Freeway at seventy miles per hour.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Aaron stood at the deck railing, looking out onto the beach below with a longneck in his hand. As amazing as he looked in the tuxedo, he looked even better in a pair of khaki shorts and a T-shirt that covered his skin as closely as my hands had done in the shower. It wasn’t fair that the man looked as good in clothes as he did out of them. Not a lot of men had that skill.

  I gnawed my lower lip as I stood in the frame of the sliding doors, pulling the bathrobe belt tight enough to cut off my circulation. “You’re absolutely sure your neighbors can’t see the deck.”

  I could’ve cried for joy when he turned to face me. The man in front of me was someone so completely different from the man I’d seen back at the restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard. He was completely relaxed, at ease, and natural. I knew he was Aaron Elias the actor, but he could’ve been Aaron Elias the English teacher, the soccer coach, or the bank teller. In that moment, his world was perfect, and he wasn’t fighting to maintain control of it. Everything was where he wanted it, and he was happy. I didn’t dare dream that look on his face had anything to do with me. I’d only be here for another couple of days, and I was determined to enjoy every moment I had. I couldn’t give any thought to what came after.

  His smile was warmer and softer than the breeze. “Relax. I’ve done it before, and you haven’t seen it in the tabloids, have you?”

  I tightened the knot on the robe’s ties. “Well, no, but people would happily pay money to see you naked. I think they did in that camp movie, but me…?”

  “Stop that.” He left the bottle on the railing and came to me, his hands sliding to my waist and the folds of the robe. “You’re perfect as you are.” His thumb brushed my cheek. “You’re right. The makeup wasn’t you. This is better.” He kissed me.

  My knees wobbled. “You’re sure? What about all the glitz and glam?”

  His hand slid under the robe, pulling me closer. His next kiss went deeper and took more, his tongue making me feel more intoxicated than the beer.

  “You’re not a glitz and glam kind of woman.”

  I loosened the knot on the robe. “No, I’m not.” I pulled back from him an inch, looking around once more. “You’re sure?”

  “Absolutely. You’re going to love it. It feels incredible. Liberating. Wild.” He stepped back. His gaze fixed on the robe. “Go on.”

  One more look around. No neighbors on their own decks, and they were far enough or spaced back enough that if I sat on the chaise and below the railing line, very likely no one could see me. I stole his beer and swallowed down what was left.

  “Okay, here goes.” I stepped back under the eaves, released the tie, slid the robe off my shoulders, and stood bare naked in the broad, warm daylight.

  Aaron gripped the railing. “Whoa.” The zipper of his khakis moved noticeably, and he repositioned himself. There was no missing his hard-on.

  I licked my lips and giggled. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” But all it took was the approval on his face, and I didn’t feel like covering up. Not that he hadn’t already seen all of me anyway. I spread the robe on the chaise and settled myself in as the fresh air heated parts of me that never saw direct sunlight before. Lying back, I looked down at myself. A few kiss bruises on the insides of my thighs and a bite mark on the side of my breast, but it was all still me. I flicked my nipple and looked up at Aaron. “You’re right. This is amazing.”

  “Sure is,” he breathed as his hand absently reached for the bottle. He tipped it back, grimacing when he found it empty. “Oh. Want one?” I nodded. His gaze never left me as he made his way back into the house, tripping on the door frame. I laughed like I hadn’t laughed in years.

  I shut my eyes, tipping my face back to the sun. My nipples tightened, and my pussy went hot and wet. I raised my hands up to the top of the chaise, lowering the seat back a few degrees so more of me met the sunlight. “Now this is the kind of luxury I can get behind.”

  “Had I known that…” he called back from the kitchen.

  “You didn’t ask.” And good grief, I didn’t know how good naked sunbathing could feel. “Can I stay right here till it’s time to go back to the airport?”

  His voice sounded closer. “I would love that.” A moment later, something cool dripped onto the heated skin of my lower belly. My eyes shot open to see Aaron beside the chaise, grinning as he held out another bottle with condensation creating a light shower on my skin. “What else would you like to do? I leave it in your able hands. How about dinner? What’s your preference?” I looked at the crotch of his shorts and smiled. His laugh was a little short of breath. “I mean for both of us.”

  I covered my breast with one hand because I felt like it. With the other hand I pointed to the grill in the corner, bigger than the longest counter in my kitchen. “Can you work that?”

  “I’ve been known to. There are a couple of steaks in the fridge. Sound good?” He wasn’t looking at my eyes while he waited for an answer. Maybe because my fingers were toying with my nipple. He knocked back some of his beer and kept watching.

  “That could work.” I brushed the damp bottle against my other breast. The cold paired with the sunlight did crazy, beautiful things under my skin. I put my finger inside the bottle, pulled it out, and put it back in again over and over. Aaron looked unsteady on his feet, so I kicked a nearby footstool closer to him. “You look like you need to get off your feet.”

  He didn’t respond, but he did sit, adjusting himself again. “Do you know what I’m thinking about doing right now?”

  “Hmm.” I tipped the beer bottle back enough to cover my finger in icy-cold brew, spilling a little onto my pussy. I slid my hand down my belly and opened my legs, slipping that wet finger around my lips. “Something like this?”

  He breathed, “Oh shit yes. I want to taste that.” He reached for the clasp of his shorts.

  I wagged my finger at him. “Oh no you don’t. I’m still recovering from the last time. This is my vacation here. Let me relax a while.” I waited till he settled down again, and then I raised my leg even more to the side, sliding the bottle against the inside of my thigh out to my knee and back again. “This feels so good.”
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br />   “I bet it does. Tell me more.”

  I kept my gaze on his. “It’s slick, cold, and wet. It cools my hot skin. See?” I dribbled a little beer on my breast, gasping at the cold even as I reveled in the heady pleasure. “And so you know, I’m not really wasting beer. I plan to let you lick it off me later.”

  He shifted where he sat. “Jesus.” He put down his beer to peel out of his T-shirt. The sight of his beautifully contoured bare chest made it hard for me to breathe. I wanted to feel it, but this was my game to play.

  He sucked down some more beer with his gaze fixed on my pussy, so I slid my hands there. I flicked a little more beer into my pubic hair. It glistened in the sunlight and slid down between the folds, mixing so much cold with so much heat. Arching back, I gasped, grinning. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

  “I’d like to know how good it tastes.”

  I laughed. “I’m going to smell like a brewery when this is over.” I put the bottle aside, pretty sure there was enough beer on my hands to keep my tits good and wet for a while.

  “Not if I have anything to say about it. I’m going to lick it off every fucking inch of you.” He gripped my ankle, sliding my leg farther to the side. “Hell, I bet I could make a fortune if I bottled the way you taste right now. You’re making me drunk, and I have yet to put my mouth on you.” He moved my hand down to my crotch. “Touch yourself for me. Let me watch you pleasure yourself.”

  Goose bumps jumped across my skin at the depth of need in his voice. There I sat, naked as the day I was born, and it wasn’t exposure to the neighbors that made me hesitate. It was the way I felt his eyes on me. I took another slug from the bottle, then put it down, and sat up a little, opening my legs to him and spreading my lips wide. Fingers on my clit, I rubbed it in quick circular motions. At the rise of the first warm, sweet sensations, I shut my eyes and let my head fall back.

  “Yes.”

  “Good?”

  I nodded, feeling that sweet ache building low in my belly. “You like to watch?”

  He murmured approval. “It’s not what I like, babe. It’s what makes you feel good. Keep going.” I did as ordered. I actually had no plans to stop in the immediate future, though feeling his finger slip inside me did startle me at first. But then I arched into it and shifted lower, needing to lie flat and give him deeper access.

  “Is this good?”

  I nodded again. “More.”

  “With pleasure.” He slipped another finger inside. I felt cold drip on my nipples and gasped. “Sorry. It looked like your skin was dry again. I wanted to keep you lubricated.”

  I looked up at him. “We could do like Flashdance. I arch back, and you pour beer all over me.” When he raised his bottle, I held up my hand, laughing. “I was kidding!”

  “I wasn’t. I’d have you bathe in champagne if it made you feel good. And imagine how the bubbles would feel.” He moved my hand back into action. “Don’t stop unless you’re ready to let me take over, because you know I will.”

  I only thought a moment. It felt amazing when he touched me, but just this once, I wanted him to do nothing more than watch. I shook my head, and dutifully, he moved his hand away. Pushing aside any indecision, I moved my fingers again, arching back, cupping my breast with my free hand, and pinching my nipple between my fingers.

  He groaned, low and guttural. “I almost forgot. You like a little pain.”

  I nodded, willing myself to meet his gaze. “How could you forget? Those bruises are from you.”

  “You don’t mind that, do you? I loved the way you moved when I did that. It drives me insane.”

  The pressure coiled inside me. My pussy going so unbearably tight that I almost couldn’t breathe. “More. Later.” My fingers moved faster, and my body arched higher, writhing. The first tendrils of climax wrapped around me, blinding me. His fingers drove me higher, and I cried out, thrashing under his touch. My senses were at once heightened and exhausted.

  Reality crept up around me, bringing me back to the moment. I peeked to see his face to know for sure if he was disgusted or repulsed by what I’d done in front of him. Would he think I was weird or sick or…

  Some time while my eyes were closed and his fingers were deep inside me, he’d opened the fly of his shorts. His cock was in his hand, and he pumped the length of it hard and fast. Both eyes now open, I watched as his gaze roamed my body. He bit his lip so hard it looked painful. I reached up and soothed it with my hand that still smelled like my juices. A groan ripped from his soul as he sucked my fingers into his mouth, and his body trembled. His cum shot out across the deck, and he curled up on himself.

  I sat up and wrapped myself against his side, stroking his back and burying my face in his shoulder. He shook his head and turned, wrapping his arms around me. It scared me when I felt him trembling, and his warm tears splashed on my skin.

  “Aaron? What’s wrong?”

  He didn’t say anything for a long moment. The trembling and the tears stopped, and his breathing went back to normal. Finally he straightened and rubbed at his eye sockets with the balls of his hands.

  “Sorry. I didn’t expect that to happen.”

  “Expect what?” I shivered in the afternoon sunlight. My ex used to say I’d been a lousy lay back when we were together, but as far as I knew, I’d never made him cry.

  He brushed some hair back from my face before clasping my hand in his, bringing my fingertips to his lips for a kiss.

  “Mmm. You smell good.” After another kiss he said, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “You never took care of business in front of someone else?”

  “Is that what you call it?”

  I shrugged. “It sounds better than jacking off. Choking the bishop. Shaking hands with my redneck friend. Taking matters—”

  “Stop.” He covered my mouth with his hand. I stole a little taste with the tip of my tongue. “I get the point.”

  “Not if I get it first. And for the record, I’ve never done that with company before either.”

  He met my eyes, all serious. “Be honest. Did you enjoy it?”

  “Honest? Yeah. You?”

  “Would you think I was a nutjob if I said yes?” Was that a blush or sunburn on his cheeks? The man was California-tan so I opted for the latter. “I mean, yeah, I enjoyed it. I love making love with you, but for something a little different, that was fun.”

  I slid back on the chaise lounge, lying back and pulling him with me. I folded him between my legs, circled him with my arms, and sheltered him with all my body.

  I said, “I’ve heard it said if you find people who are equally as crazy as you are, you need to stick together because those people are your tribe.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  We fell asleep on the lounge together. I was going to go home with a suntan that would be ridiculously hard to explain considering I was pale in some places and burnt sienna in others. No one would see most of it under my overalls, however. But there were other physical memories that would linger sweetly, and those were just for me to know and no one else. Well, me and Aaron.

  When we woke and unfurled ourselves, despite a few muscle twinges, I smiled at him. He looked like he had a few aches of his own. Without a word, the look we exchanged said there was now a mutual secret between us. We shared a sweet memory of how we came to feel those delicious little aches. In that moment it hit me why people wanted to be in relationships in the first place. The fact that I’d forgotten how good it felt to be connected to someone made me look away from him.

  Later, as the sun sank into the Pacific, the luscious aroma of steak wafted across the deck. Aaron lowered the lid on the grill and stepped back to lean against me where I stood at the railing. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hid my face between his shoulder blades.

  “What should we do tomorrow?” he said.

  “More naked sunbathing.” God, I loved the way his body moved when he laughed. I loved it even more when I got to feel
it, not just see it. It was like something inside me changed, grew stronger, and grew bolder. I sighed and moved my hands to stroke his pecs. “You have the most amazing body.”

  He turned in my arms, wrapping me in his. “You can worship me some more later. I have an opening at nine thirty, but don’t be late or someone else will— Ha!” He tugged my hands out from under the hem of his shirt. “You feel pretty damn good to me too, babe, but your hands are like ice. The breeze is getting colder out here. There’s a bunch of sweaters in the closet. Why don’t you go get one? Help yourself.”

  I took a step back. “Really?”

  “No lady of mine is going to freeze to death on my watch. Go on, pick one. What’s mine is yours.” He lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Besides, I get to peel it off you later.” His tongue darted out against my skin, hinting at things to come.

  “I, uh, yeah. Okay, right. Thanks.” I turned back for the house. His arms could’ve kept me warm too, but I’d have been in the way when he went to flip the steaks.

  I went to the bedroom I’d shared with him for three days and two blissful, nearly sleepless nights. I smiled at the rumpled sheets and covers, but really, it made no sense to straighten it out when we’d only be there again shortly anyway. The air in the room was thick with the smell of sex. I stood there a moment with my eyes closed, breathing and committing the scent to memory. I wanted to package it somehow so I could take it home with me. I couldn’t even feel sad about leaving because for the time being, I was right there with him, and Friday was forever away.

  I pulled open the closet doors and stepped inside, marveling at his organization: pants on the bottom row with casual slacks, jeans, and khakis in order from the wall outward; dress shirts above and to the right, polos to the left; and suits off to one side. He only had a few of those, but they were tailored. He looked amazing in them. Almost as good as he looked in nothing at all.

  In the back stood a dresser. I pulled open a deep drawer and carefully lifted one sweater and then another, stroking the fabrics and looking for the right softness. I decided to go braless under it, and for that situation, ordinary wool would not do. In the second drawer, I found a cashmere crew neck in blue that matched his eyes. I sighed for the cloud-soft feel of it, hugging it to my chest. I wondered how I could beg him to let me take it home. I’d need something to get me past the withdrawal of being without him. I’d probably sleep in it for weeks.