Cosmic Trifecta

by Anna Lewis

  He looked at me, a little bewildered by words, but as I slid slowly down his body, and hit the floor with a soft thud, he started to see where I was going with this.

  “Oh God, are you serious?” he asked me, as his body moved backwards until he could grip onto the table behind him. Once he was ready for me, I unbuckled his trousers, pulling that thick erection free and gazing upon it for a few seconds. I ran my hands over it, in the same way I did the morning after our magical night, and his head lolled to one side in ecstasy which caused me to burst into a big smile. I loved that I could make him feel amazing, I really wanted that. I couldn’t believe that a nobody like me could seduce a man like Aaron.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, as I moved my lips closer to him. I needed a taste of him, I needed to feel him between my lips, and nothing was going to stop me from doing that. I just hoped that I didn’t wake up first…

  I didn’t break eye contact, not even for a second, as I placed one chaste kiss on his length. Then I took him in my mouth, flicking my tongue all over him, and from the way his thighs tensed up and his body began to shake, he was loving it.

  Eventually he pulled back, and he silently tucked his hands under my armpits and he tugged me upright.

  “Wow,” he panted against my lips, kissing me on and off. “You really are amazing.”

  I jumped up onto him, wrapping my legs around him to give him a glimpse of how turned on I was. I wanted him to know what he was doing to my body, for him to feel how hot and wet I was.

  We kissed hard and fast as he sat me on the top of his dining table. He stood in between my legs, allowing me to feel his thick, throbbing cock which I was growing increasingly desperate for. If I thought that I needed it before I was wrong, now I think I would have died if I didn’t have him inside me!

  He lay me backwards across the table and he unhooked my bra, revealing my breasts for him. Once I was exposed, he explored my nipples with his fingers, then his tongue claimed them. As I gasped out in pleasure, and I arched my back against him he whispered once more into my ear.

  “I never want to let you go,” he said. Even though I knew that this was just a manifestation of what I wanted him to say, it was nice to hear all the same. I hoped that he felt as strongly as I did, which meant that we could finally be together once all of this was over. “I want you here with me every day.”

  “Me too,” I gasped. “I always want to be with you.” And I really meant that. I really wanted my every day to be with this man, even after we’d only spent one real night together. We’d had all the buildup for the many weeks before in the café day after day, and I felt like I’d really gotten to know him during that time.

  He was the right one for me. But he was just so far away.

  Eventually his fingers trailed down, and he began teasing the outline of my underwear again. I didn’t stop him this time, I panted, I gasped and I encouraged him to go further. I needed him, I wanted him so damn badly and I hoped that he could see that.

  I gripped onto his strong shoulders, gasping into his mouth, as my body craved him. I sat upright, moving him into a standing position and I angled myself towards him.

  “I need you.” I eventually panted loudly. “Stop teasing me. Please.”

  Luckily, because he was in my imagination, he acted right away giving me exactly what I wanted. There was no more messing about, no more teasing. He simply slid my panties to one side, and he moved a finger deep inside of me. I made a guttural sound, and that encouraged him to explore my insides with even more fingers, driving me wild.

  Eventually his movements became quicker, harder, more powerful, and I screamed out in an ecstasy that felt like it would never end.

  As it became clear that I couldn’t take it anymore, our clothes shed in a blur, and after only a few moments he was back between my legs, kissing me passionately. He started to move towards me, thrusting in and out which drove me insane.

  “Oh fuck,” I cried out, as he took me hard and fast, making me feel every single wonderful inch of him. It felt so amazing to have him inside of me, sending me to the brink of desire over and over again. It took me away from the torture I was currently in, which was exactly what I needed.

  As the hot pool spread over my body, and the orgasm screamed right through me, I felt lost, consumed, taken over. The waves of pleasure violently rocked my body, and I was breathless, too hot and dizzy to even think about anything else.

  Once we were both done, and we were lying next to each other holding on tightly, I could feel myself slipping away from him, eventually waking up.

  “Come for me,” I begged pointlessly. “Please don’t leave me here.”

  “I’m on my way,” he promised and I really had to force myself to trust him as my reality became something more unpleasant all over again…

  ***

  Aaron

  I was stood in a dark sketchy alleyway, my heart pounding painfully against my chest, while I waited for the unknown. Rick was hiding in the background to protect me, but I knew for a fact that I could be dead before he got to me. If whoever this was wanted me dead, then I would be in a heartbeat.

  But that was a risk that I was willing to take for Chantelle. I had to, there was no one else around to do so, leaving me with no choice.

  I hopped from foot to foot, praying that this would be over quickly. I needed this to be over now, I needed my life back. I couldn’t be dealing with this kind of craziness for too much longer, otherwise I’d surely end up doing something stupid, something I would regret.

  I heard a sultry, silky voice say, “Well hello there Aaron.” I span around in shock. That voice… I knew it from somewhere. In fact it would haunt me to the end of time. I couldn’t even believe that I was hearing it again. I never thought I would, so it was a massive shock.

  “Shelley?” I gasped, drinking in her long blonde hair, those piercing green eyes, and that figure that was to die for. She had been my first love when I was only eighteen years old. She was so sexy, and older, which had led me to make some very stupid decisions; decisions that had not only lost me a lot of money, but a lot of friends too.

  She should have been a warning to me, but unfortunately it took me longer than I should have. It took a few more women before I closed my heart off. Until Chantelle anyway.

  Shelley was gorgeous, and she hadn’t lost a thing with age. It was easy to see why I’d fallen for her, but I now knew about the ugliness inside and that put me right off her. I didn’t even want to be looking at her right now.

  “What do you want Shelley?” I asked warily. I hadn’t seen her for many years, so why had she come for me now? It didn’t make any sense. I’d been with other women after her, so it couldn’t just be jealously.

  Then again, I knew how messed up she was, so the fact that she had Chantelle somewhere filled me with a horrible sense of dread. She could be doing anything to her, just to get back at me and that wasn’t cool.

  “What have you done with her? What do you want from me?” I said.

  She stalked over to me in the highest heels, looking like the cat that had the cream. There was a smirk on her face, one that I recognized very well. It was the look she’d given me when I caught her in bed with a business associate – one that had a lot more money than me.

  “It isn’t you,” she’d smirked at me. “It’s just that he’s so much… more.”

  Of course, my associate had taken it as more of a man, better in bed, but I knew what she meant. He had more money than me. That was all she cared about.

  “Oh Aaron, you’re always so suspicious,” she sneered at me. “You’ve always been that way. Why can’t you ever just trust me?”

  She was breathing on my neck now, causing me to flinch with disgust. I hated her very being and I didn’t want her anywhere near me, but instinct told me that I had to stay still, to let her think that she was in control before I worked out what my next move would be.

  “Shelley, just tell me what is going on,” I insisted, trying
to sound firm. “I can’t stand this. I need you to just tell me the truth.”

  “Oh fine,” she huffed, pouting pathetically. “I have her. You already know that.”

  “Okay, so what do you want?” I snapped, knowing that there would only be one answer – what she always wanted. Money. “How much?”

  “Oh this isn’t just about money,” she replied sharply. “Although of course I do need some cash from you.”

  “Why? What have you gotten yourself involved in this time?” I said, shaking my head. She was never going to grow up at this rate, she would always be a mess.

  “I need to get Jon away from Chantelle,” she replied sharply.

  My mind reeled, who the hell was Jon and why did Shelley want Chantelle away from her? Suddenly her words on that fateful night came back to haunt me.

  “My ex was a horrible man, and I guess it’s only fair that you know I’m still suffering the after-effects of that. I don’t want… I don’t want something to happen between us, only for my past to come back to haunt me.”

  “Her ex?” I asked. “You’re with Chantelle’s ex?” Suddenly the world became a much smaller place. I was sort of with Chantelle, Shelley was with Jon… that was absolutely insane! What were the odds?

  “We’ve been together on and off for years,” she said, sounding defensive now. “Now he wants only me… or at least he will when she’s out of the picture.”

  Ah okay, it was starting to make some kind of twisted sense now. Shelley had always been a jealous person and I could imagine this as some sort of crazy plot on her behalf – getting back at both of us in one fell swoop.

  “Right okay,” I nodded firmly. “So you want some money to get away from here.”

  “Ten million,” she said proudly.

  “Really?” I asked. “You need that much?”

  “You know me,” she sighed happily. “I have expensive tastes.”

  “Okay,” I nodded, not really wanting to give this bitch any more money, but needing to get Chantelle back all the same. “I’ll give you the money, but that’s it. I won’t give you more than one lot.”

  “You really think that you’re in control here?” she asked, completely bewildered. “Can you not see that I’m in charge?”

  I sighed deeply, shaking my head in disappointment. She really wanted to play this game, so I was going to have to let her. “Okay fine, you’re in charge.” I was just saying it, hoping that we could get the hell out of here and I could speak to the police afterwards, get it all sorted out. “So what is it that you need from me? How can I get Chantelle away from you and Jon?”

  “I need you,” she whispered, seductively running her hands up and down my body. “If you fuck me right here in this alleyway, and hand me a check of ten million dollars, then you will never see my face again.”

  Oh God, I started to panic. I didn’t want to be involved in any of this, but did I have to have sex with Shelley just to save Chantelle? It was almost unthinkable. Could I just close my eyes and do this to get what I wanted?

  Could I?

  I spotted Rick out of the corner of my eye, and he was rapidly shaking his head at me.

  “Don’t do this,” he mouthed. “Get out now.”

  My heart raced, my mind reeled, and decisions flickered through my mind. If I left now was I condemning Chantelle to death?

  This was the hardest thing that I’d ever had to do in my entire life.

  “No,” I stood back and replied firmly. “I won’t. I will not have sex with you.”

  “What about the money?” She pleaded, starting to look like the pathetic child that I knew deep down she was.

  “No,” I shook my head firmly. “You’ll not be getting one penny from me.” Then I turned and I walked away. She started screaming out from behind me, telling me that Chantelle was never going to see the light of day again, but I forced myself to block that out and keep on walking.

  I would find another way to solve this, somehow. I had to.

  “Are you okay?” Rick hissed into my ear as he left my side. “You did the right thing back there – if you had given in there would be no end to it. She would have given you the runaround forever.

  I nodded, agreeing with him, but inside I was a mess. I could not help but think that I would never see my Charlotte again.

  Book 3: Loving You

  Aaron has tried hard save Chantelle from her kidnapper, but he’s not much closer to rescuing her. How is he possibly going to tell her that he loves her and that she’s the one for him, if he can’t save her from her kidnapper?

  He’s never met anyone like her, and after their one steamy exciting night of passion, he isn’t ready to give her up, but can he do?

  ***

  Chantelle

  I still couldn’t believe that Shelley had kidnapped me and locked me up in a basement like a crazy person. What was her problem? It was absolutely insane for her to lock me up like this!

  She was dating my ex now, and she wanted me out of the way, which was crazy because I didn’t want him anyway. Jon Richards had made my life a living hell for years – slowly transforming from emotional abuse to physical, until I escaped. I hadn’t heard anything from him for months, but just as I had started to move on, this happened.

  At first I thought that he was behind all of this because he’d always made it clear that he didn’t want me ever to be with someone else, and I’d finally allowed the gorgeous billionaire Aaron – who wouldn’t quit me however difficult I made I for him – to take me out on a date, and even to bed.

  But it seemed that I was wrong. It seemed that the crazy woman who had always been sleeping with Jon behind my back wanted to hurt me in the worst way possible. But somehow she’d managed to get hold of Aaron, and she was going to get whatever it was that she wanted from him – money, it seemed – and then I would be freed.

  I knew that Aaron could afford it, but I was determined to pay him back whatever he had to shell out for my freedom, somehow. If he still wanted me after this, that is. There was a chance that he wouldn’t after all that I’d put him through.

  Even thinking that he might not want me anymore cut deep into my chest, so I forced it to one side and I focused on what was happening right now. I was going through so much that I could only pick one thing at a time to focus on before I went insane.

  I paced as I waited anxiously for Shelley to come back to me, hopefully with Aaron by her side to free me, but it felt like it was taking forever. She had left me without any restrictions, but as there was no window in this place and the door was locked with some heavy furniture pushed up against it on the other side, I couldn’t get out however much I wanted to.

  I was okay though. I didn’t feel as desperate and needy this time because I knew that help was on its way. Everything would be okay in the end, I just had to be patient about it.

  But the wait was killing me. It felt like I’d been here forever just waiting for the moment to arrive, and I could barely stand waiting another second longer.

  Eventually, a light started to stream into the room, and I threw my hand across my face, trying to disguise myself. After not sleeping or washing or even eating for days, I was terrified of the mess I was in and I really didn’t want Aaron to see me like that.

  It was a silly thought considering my situation, but I couldn’t stop it from crossing my mind.

  “He fucking doesn’t want you,” Shelley hissed at me, practically spitting in my direction as she tumbled frantically down the stairs. “I gave him the terms and Aaron said no.”

  He did?

  “What?” I gasped in total shock. Sure we’d only had one night together, but I felt like there had been so much more to us than that. And even if not, how could he just leave me in grave danger?

  Maybe he wasn’t the man that I thought he was after all…

  My heart shattered into a million pieces as I pictured Aaron cruelly telling Shelley to leave me in this mess.

  “He’s always been such a dickhea
d,” she snapped, bringing me from my thoughts.

  Always?

  What the hell was that supposed to mean?

  “Do… do you know Aaron?” I asked, feeling really weird about even asking. How was it possible that this woman knew both of the men in my life?

  “Of course I know him,” she waved her dismissively at me. “I took his virginity for crying out loud.”

  What? This just kept getting weirder and weirder. I shook my head, trying to knock some sense into myself, but it wasn’t helping at all.

  “You… you slept with him?” I didn’t want to ask, I wanted to be cool and calm about the whole thing, but this was just a mess.

  “I slept with him, took his money and broke his heart,” she laughed manically, as if that was something to be proud of. I remembered him telling me that he had been hurt before, and it seemed like I was staring her in the face.

  “So… where do we go from here?” I asked nervously. If Aaron wasn’t playing ball, and she wasn’t going to get the money that she so desperately needed to get Jon away from me, then what next?

  “What the fuck do you mean?” she replied, the rage pouring out from her voice.

  “Well, I mean… can I go?” There was no harm in asking, surely.

  “Fuck you,” she screamed. Then I felt a hard slap around my face, one that stung so badly I couldn’t even think. It made my head shake and my ears buzz, and by the time I started to return to normal, she was nowhere to be found.

  All I could glean from that was that Aaron had left me in an even more dangerous situation than before. Now Shelley had nothing to lose, which left me with the possibility of being killed all over again.

  My hope crashed into the ground, and I sank into despair.

  ***