Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors)

by Morgan Kelley

  This was unbelievable.

  Watching the mêlée, he tried to breathe as the first man was joined by a second on the stage. They were both rubbing against his girl as she tried not to cross any lines. When the music stopped, one man picked her up in his arms and spun her in a circle before tossing her to the second man, who was now barely covered.

  The women in the front went insane, all begging to get up on that stage, as they reached for his junk.

  The only thing that kept him from committing homicide was that Christina looked horrified by the entire thing.

  Thank God for that.

  Gently, the guy holding his fiancée placed her on her feet and she was gone. Christina raced back toward her table before leaning down to whisper something to Elizabeth. Then, she headed his way.

  Kane began to panic.

  Oh shit!

  He was about to get busted.

  There was no way he could hide in plain sight. She was definitely going to notice him standing there, half-naked and watching her. Kane didn't think he could convince her that he was moonlighting as a stripper to pay for their wedding.

  Wait!

  That was perfect.

  His body began reacting to the idea percolating in his brain.

  If his woman wanted to go see a stripper, he’d give her exactly what she wanted.

  He grinned wickedly, glancing around. Christina must have been heading to the ladies’ room, which wasn’t far from the private area that the strippers used for God only knew what.

  Yeah, this was going to work just fine. Heading there, he got ready.

  It was time to give his girl a night she’d never forget.

  Maybe he’d lost his mind when he walked in the door, but the way she wasn’t enjoying herself made him want to change that.

  He wanted to give Christina a night she’d remember forever.

  Okay, maybe one for him too.

  Christina splashed some cold water on her face. It wasn’t that the men had made her overheat. She was simply getting worried about Kane. When the man on stage saw her tiara that read ‘bride’, she’d been pulled up there.

  It was horrifying.

  If Kane ever found out that two men had been gyrating against her body, he’d freaking lose his mind. Her sexy Native man would never let her leave the house again.

  Really, she couldn’t blame him.

  If the roles had been reversed, and she found two female strippers in his lap, she would do the same thing.

  As Christina headed toward the table, she didn't see the large lumbering figure in the shadows. Just as she passed an open door, someone’s large hands grabbed her and pulled her inside. Immediately, she tried to scream for help, but a hand came down over her mouth, muffling her cries.

  Her heart pounded as lips moved across her throat. Christina prepared to fight hard.

  Then, she smelled him.

  Everything around her paused as a set of very familiar hands roamed across her body. When they stopped protectively over her little baby bump, Christina knew she was safe.

  “Kane?” she whispered, as his mouth continued its trail down her neck.

  “So, you like being manhandled by oiled up strippers?” he whispered in her ear. “Then, it seems that you’re in luck,” he stated.

  All she could hear was the click of the lock on the door.

  Christina wanted to turn around in the dimly lit room, but she couldn’t move. Being pressed against Kane’s body was a welcomed sensation. Now, this was one man who could touch her all he wanted.

  “Why are you here?” she whispered, as his fingers began unbuttoning her shirt.

  “I needed to make sure you’re safe.”

  Yeah, and now he was horny as hell. He’d watched those men touching her and here he was hard, ready, and wanting to do the same thing.

  After all, she was his.

  Right?

  “I’m safe,” she murmured, as his hand slid into the waistband of her skirt. “Kane, we can’t…”

  He cut her off.

  “Oh, yes, I can.”

  With that, his fingers dipped gently between her legs and found her wet and ready for him. With familiar strokes, he ran his fingers over her clitoris until she shook against him.

  “I’m going to play stripper, and you’re going to remember this night for the rest of our lives,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m the bachelorette party, Chrissy.”

  She shivered as his warm breath caressed her throat. It was so damn hard to think as his fingers worked their way in and out of her body. When she moaned, Kane’s body hardened behind her.

  God! She couldn’t believe he was here.

  Her big Native man was just as turned on as she was. It looked like he was right. Christina would never forget this night for as long as she lived.

  “Did you like them touching you, Chrissy?” he asked, grinding his erection into her lower back.

  She was so close to having an orgasm, it was difficult to speak.

  “Answer me, Chrissy. When they were holding you, was it the same as when I do?”

  “No,” she whispered, leaning her head back against his chest. Her possessive man was going to be teaching her one hell of a lesson, and Christina didn't mind in the least.

  When his fingers gently moved some of her hair from her neck, they brushed her flesh and electricity shot through her body.

  “I saw them, and now I’m going to show you the difference, Chrissy. Their touch isn't mine,” he promised.

  With that, he rubbed harder, finding that exact spot.

  She shattered apart, the wetness coating his fingers, and now her panties.

  “More,” he whispered, turning her head toward his to kiss his fiancée. “I want to taste you.”

  When his mouth found hers, he plundered it, driving his tongue deep between her lips as if claiming his prize. As he kissed her senseless, Christina’s hand wandered behind her back. She found the big bulge in his jeans and took advantage of his distraction.

  He moaned into the kiss as her fingers stroked him through the denim. It was absolute heaven. No woman ever responded to his touch quite like her.

  Together, they were explosive.

  When he first grabbed her, it was to steal a few kisses and to let her know that he’d follow her everywhere. Now, he was beyond that. He wanted to feel his woman in his arms as he was buried in her body.

  As she touched him, he returned the favor.

  At the hitch in her breath, he knew she was going to come undone again.

  “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, slowly breaking the kiss.

  Who was she to argue with her fiancé?

  Her body began shaking as the wave of pleasure crashed into her. It nearly took her to her knees. When she finally resurfaced, pressed against his body, her shirt was completely undone and his hands were now working on her breasts.

  “I love your body,” he murmured, turning her around and placing her back against the wall.

  She still couldn’t speak, but she noticed he was shirtless. All the circuits in her brain simultaneously fired and fried. If there was one thing she loved most in life, it was the big Native’s body.

  “Kane,” she whispered, as he got on his knees.

  Lifting the hem of her skirt, he tucked it up into the waistband. It now gave him access to what he wanted most.

  To taste her.

  “You’re wet, Chrissy,” he murmured, running his fingers over the damp spot on the front of her panties. He traced the indentation of her lips and was desperate to get lost in her taste.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, watching him stare at her body like she was his dinner. Certainly, he couldn’t be thinking about…

  Yes, he absolutely was.

  As he moved his face towards her, she sucked in a deep breath. His tongue lapped at the wetness, teasing her clitoris thought the material.

  “Oh God!” she hissed, as he invaded. It was so erotic and unexpected that her entire body felt
like it was on fire.

  Kane only paused for a second. “Open your legs for me,” he ordered.

  Christina did as he asked, only because she wanted to feel more of his oral invasion.

  Kane was starving and she was on the menu.

  While this should feel dirty or just plain wrong, it didn't. He couldn’t believe he was on his knees, in some privacy room of a strip club, eating his woman out.

  Yeah, this was one hell of a bachelor party for him. He couldn’t plan a better night if he tried.

  As she began quivering again, he used his tongue harder, causing Christina to moan at his invasion.

  “Again, Chrissy. I want you to shout my name,” he said, pausing once more. When he stared up into her eyes, they were glazed over with lust.

  “Yes, Kane,” she replied, moaning as he went back to the very intimate kiss. When his big hands slid up her body and began tugging down her panties, Christina knew she was close. Before she could break apart again, her panties were yanked down and his mouth really invaded.

  The thin cotton barrier was gone, and he was devouring her.

  “Kane!” she shouted, as her orgasm swelled, pushing her back over.

  He could feel her reacting to his mouth. When he worked his tongue into her body, to lap the deliciousness of his woman, he nearly lost control.

  This was making him crazy.

  “Oh God!” she hissed, nearly sliding down the wall.

  Christina felt so damn good.

  Kane pulled away, taking her hand in his. In the center of the room was a chair, obviously where lap dances occurred.

  He had an idea.

  Leading her there, Kane had his woman take a seat. Standing in front of Christina, he straddled her lap.

  “You’re going to free me and take me in your mouth, Chrissy. I haven’t forgotten that you let two men touch you.” His own words were getting him more aroused. In bed, Kane generally was laid back, letting her lead the way. Now, not so much.

  She couldn’t believe what he was asking, but if her Kane wanted a blow job in a seedy strip club, she was more than willing to accommodate. Running her fingers down the front of his jeans, she watched his erection twitch.

  Christina wanted this in the worst way.

  Slowly, she lowered the zipper. The hissing sound filled the room, making him moan. If he was already this vocal and she hadn’t touched him yet, this was going to be one hell of a ride.

  As she tugged open his jeans and slipped him from his boxers, he throbbed in her hand. Slowly, she began stroking him as she stared up into his eyes.

  He looked like a predator, and it turned her on. Kane’s erection glided across her palm, the gentle stroke of flesh against flesh. With each touch, he became harder, wilder, and more in need of her mouth.

  “You know what I want,” he practically growled, as she teased him with her fingers.

  “No, tell me.”

  He did more than that. With his big hand, he buried it in her hair, yanking her toward his dick. “Open up, Chrissy. This is my reward for watching you being in another man’s arms.”

  She didn't put up a fight.

  Instead, Christina gave him exactly what he wanted. At first, she teased him with the tip of her tongue. His reaction heated her body. Kane was always so expressive when she touched him.

  “Sweetheart,” he moaned, dropping his head back.

  It made her crazy. Kane had a thing for blowjobs. Since his last girlfriend wouldn’t do them, and Christina would, he’d found a little slice of heaven.

  How could she not like the power that came with a man’s dick in your hand?

  Boy, his ex was an idiot.

  There was nothing like the glide of his dick over her lips and tongue. This was damn close to perfect.

  Christina worked him in and out of her mouth. With each wet slide, he moaned in pleasure.

  “Honey, slow down,” he whispered, afraid to look. What he was feeling was one thing, but watching would be another.

  Removing him from her mouth, she continued with her hand. “Why Kane?” Christina asked, licking her lips.

  He stared at her. “Because when I fuck you, I want to fill you with everything I have.”

  She swallowed as the heat filled her body.

  Taking him back in her mouth, Christina worked him back into a frenzy. She wanted desperately to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.

  Without warning, he pulled free.

  Kane was so close to cumming, he had to move away. “Stand up,” he ordered. When she did, he sat in the chair. “I want you to sit in my lap.”

  As Christina went to straddle him, Kane stopped her. “No. I want you to face the door. I want to watch that amazing ass of yours bouncing in my lap.”

  Her body warmed. “Yes, Kane,” she replied, taking him in her hand right before she sheathed his dick. When he was fully buried in her, Christina wiggled.

  Kane moaned. “Christ! That’s hot.”

  He hadn’t seen anything yet.

  Christina began riding him. The bouncing slid him in and out of her body quickly. Now, the room was filled with his heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh.

  “Oh fuck!” he shouted, grabbing her by the hips to slow her down. If he didn't, he was going to be pumping her full of every drop of cum in his balls.

  Christina stopped bouncing erratically, replacing the motion with long strokes.

  “This is killing me,” he admitted. “I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

  She was so close to falling herself. “You have to wait, Kane. I need more time.”

  He closed his eyes and prayed for control, as his girl rode his body like some sex crazed cowgirl.

  Her rhythm faltered, and he knew she was close. As she slammed down against his lap, her body gave her away. She exploded with him buried deep in her body.

  Kane could feel her inner muscles gripping and trying to pull him over the edge. How he managed to hold on was a miracle.

  When she glanced back over her shoulder, Christina could tell he was wild and out of control. Kane was just barely holding on.

  “Face me,” he ordered.

  Christina slipped his raging hard on out of her body. It was slick with her wetness and fully engorged.

  God, she wanted it in the worst way.

  As she straddled his lap, she kept him outside her body but pressed between her lips. Now, she was going to rub against him until she drove him to his breaking point.

  Using his long, loose hair, she pulled his mouth to hers. Controlled by the lust, she kissed him senseless. It was crazed and full of heat.

  Kane moaned as she slid up and down against his dick. It was just enough to make him crazy, but not get him off. His woman was driving him insane, and he was sure she knew it.

  As she continued the teasing, her body began vibrating with release. She was now fully grinding her clitoris against him as she tormented his body.

  “Chrissy!” he begged, needing the torment to end.

  “Oh, Kane!” she moaned, feeling the next wave of pleasure coming for her. “I think I’m going to…”

  She didn't finish her sentence.

  Just as Christina began to break apart, he couldn’t take it any longer. The way she was rubbing against him was enough to make that tenuous thread of control snap.

  Lifting her up just as she broke apart, he pulled her roughly down, impaling Christina on his dick. Then, he forced her to move. As she quivered with her own orgasm, she was now riding him.

  Kane loved watching his woman in the midst of total rapture. Her mouth was slightly open as she chewed on her bottom lip. He could feel the reverberations of her muscles spasming all over his erection.

  There was nothing like being milked as she rode him.

  “Harder, baby,” he urged, watching her breasts bounce in the lacy bra.

  “Oh, Kane!”

  “Come on, Chrissy. I need to get off. My God! I need to fill you.”

  His words
drove her insane. She bounced harder, driving him into that one spot deep within her body. Already, the need was back, and she was certain that this time, they were going to explode together.

  “Not much more,” he whispered, thinking about how the men on stage had touched what was his. As their hands caressed his woman, the wildness surged. “You’re mine, Chrissy. Say it!” he ordered.

  She could barely think straight. “Kane, I’m your woman,” she promised.

  Her words gave him that last little shove, causing him to tumble over the edge. As she exploded around him, he came like a tidal wave deep in her body.

  They both shouted each other’s names.

  As soon as they tumbled, everything around them went silent. Now began the ascent back to awareness.

  Christina surfaced first.

  Immediately, she began leaving kisses across his strong Native features and lips. “I love you, Kane,” she vowed, resting her head on his shoulder.

  Without hesitation, his arms came around and held her to his body. “I adore you more than life.”

  She didn't doubt it.

  At the knock on the door, they both froze. “Christina, are you in there? We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” called Elizabeth. “Do you need me to kick in the door?”

  Kane looked horrified. His pants were around his ankles, and he was still buried in Christina’s body.

  “Uh, no! I’m good. I’ll be right out.”

  “What are you doing in a private room in a strip club?” she asked.

  At first, Christina stared at her fiancé trying to come up with something fast. Elizabeth was far from stupid. “Uh, I was in the mood for a lap dance?”

  There was silence at first. “Alrighty then. I’ll see you at the table. You better hope Kane doesn’t find out. He’ll go shit nuts.”

  She tried not to laugh. “I’ll be right out.”

  He kissed her on the tip of the nose. “I owe you.”

  “Did you come alone?” she asked, getting off his body before searching for her panties.

  “Um. Yes.”

  She stared at him. “You followed me to a strip club and were supposed to be at your bachelor party. Where are they?” she demanded.

  “Outside, but you can’t tell the women. We’ll all be dead.”

  She started laughing. “You’re already in trouble. Elizabeth is suspicious. If I were you, I’d get your ass out of here,” she warned. “All of you are in big trouble.”