Anarchy of the Heart (The Complete Erotic Novel)

by Max Sebastian

  She grinned, "I'm sorry I should have warned you..."

  "Warned me?"

  "When I come... sometimes when it's really strong... it can get really wet down there."

  Leo just shrugged, and she seemed reassured. He said: "It was amazing. I've never seen anything like it."

  "Come on, we should cool off a little," she said, climbing off him now. He let her take his hand, urge him up from the chair, to wander over to the pool, toes perched over the edge, the chemical stench of chlorine now filtering up to fill his lungs.

  "Is it cold?" he asked, since she had been the last to take a dip.

  She laughed, "It's a little shock, but it's over quickly!"

  Sofia stretched out her arms, standing poised like a gymnast. Then she suddenly bent her knees, and sprang up gracefully, her arms snapping forward before she cut into the water with hardly a splash.

  Leo watched, impressed at her elegant form, which continued as she glided through the water, the momentum of her dive carrying her all the way to the end of the pool, where she turned and in one fluid motion pushed off, returning to the middle of the pool, where she finally emerged.

  "Come on in!" she called, brushing her hair with her hands.

  The sight of her standing there, the water line just below her shapely breasts, meant she did not have to ask him twice. Besides, he had good recent experience of leaping through the fear barrier.

  Poising himself, now, to make his own entrance into the ice-cold water, he thought how funny it was that the prospect of diving into a cool swimming pool gave him that same tingling mixture of excitement and fear as he had felt so many times that evening, and most intensely while he had been on the phone to Caitlyn, giving her that final, momentous consent.

  Here, again, the fear was baseless: he knew full well that he'd get a brief shock as the cold water enveloped him, but he also knew it wouldn't be unbearable, and his body would quickly get used to it, particularly with a warm, naked French girl to hold on to.

  With a deep breath, he plunged into the depths, the cold taking his breath away as he moved through the water and arched his back to return towards the safety of open air. He was left him gasping after breaching that silver surface, flailing about to get warm.

  "See? It's not so bad!" Sofia laughed, and grabbed hold of him in the water, her hands closing around his waist, pulling him into a firm embrace.

  "Not... so... bad..." Leo said, and managed a smile.

  Holding her, he noticed the little freckles very faint over the middle of her nose, spilling over onto her cheeks. They only made her seem that bit more adorable. He kissed her, her lips now cold, wet from the water.

  "How are you doing?"

  "Good," he said. "You think Caitlyn and Marco are still going?"

  "No," she shook her head. "Marco... he is like the candle that burns brightest."

  "You think they're asleep already?"

  "I have no doubt. It is late, Leo. We've been taking our time," she was running her hands over his body now, "You are the slow and sensual one, no?"

  "I guess I'm a little cautious."

  "No, no - I am not criticizing. I love it!" she kissed him, beaming like she was just about to open a birthday present. "You are so different to Marco."

  "You're quite different to Caitlyn, too," he said, trailing his hands up her body now, until he was cupping her breasts. "But that's probably the point, huh?"

  "That's right," she kissed him.

  He said: "So, what's planned for tomorrow?"

  "Not much - we get to spend the day together, won't that be fun?"

  "I'm looking forward to it already."

  Sofia smiled, her sapphire eyes sparkling under the villa’s spotlights. Then she pulled away from him, and now swam over to the steps in the corner of the pool, and he watched her rise out of the water, inch by inch, the water streaming down her trim body as she launched herself up onto the patio.

  "You coming?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. "You'll get cold out here, you know."

  She blew him a kiss, and then disappeared inside the gloom of the villa, and he watched her walk like a catwalk model - though a naked one - all the way through to the bedroom.

  He didn't wait long, however, and in a flash was out and dashing in after her.

  Inside the bedroom was bathed in the soft light from the bedside lamps, which cast a comforting warmth over all the wooden furniture and the whitewashed walls. Sofia was lounging in the bed, making herself comfortable, albeit on top of the bedclothes. She looked startlingly different to the bed’s previous female occupant.

  "Are you sleepy?" she breathed.

  "I could sleep," he said, swooping down beside her. "I might get a little distracted by you lying there beside me, though."

  She pulled him in for a slow, leisurely kiss, and as he responded to her, his hand casually wondering over her body, taking in the wonderful smooth softness of her skin and the shapely curve of her waist, hips and behind, which he gave a little squeeze, making her smile as their lips tangled.

  "Maybe you need to act on your distraction," she said, guiding his hand down between her legs, his fingers sliding over her hairless mound and down into the tender folds of her pussy.

  Would Caitlyn feel bad that they were fooling around in the bed she was supposed to share with him? She had to assume it would happen.

  Sofia moaned as he slipped a finger gently inside her, nudging in to seek out her moisture again, now that she was clean from her swim.

  The pretty blonde ran her hands over his temple and down his cheek and his neck as she kissed him, her breathing now deepening, her eyes closing as Leo's fingers drew out her moisture, and now coaxed her pussy lips and tickled her clit.

  Then Leo was kissing his way down her neck, rubbing his face in the soft warm flesh of her breasts, tracing around her hard nipples with his tongue, sucking on her, teasing out more forceful moans while the motion of his hand between her thighs intensified.

  He didn't rush, even with the sense that perhaps it would get so late they'd end up sleeping through most of the day.

  She clearly enjoyed the sensation of his hot mouth on her breasts and his lips on her sensitive little pink nubs, so he took the time to provide her with special attention.

  Then, at last, he was on the move again, kissing his way down her beautiful flat stomach, moving between her legs, and as she looked down on him, he saw her bite gently on her bottom lip in anticipation of his mouth slipping down over her mound to take over from his fingers at her pussy.

  He smiled at her, and kissed his way along the join where her inner thigh met her body, and she smiled in return, and with her breathing now audibly heavy, she lifted her hips a little to make clear her urgent need.

  For a moment, he just pushed one of her legs back and kissed his way up her thigh, but then he moved in for the kill, gently nuzzling his mouth and nose into her burning folds, his tongue slipping out to graze along her glistening groove.

  "Oh Leo..."

  She placed her foot gently on his shoulder as he began to gently suck on her clit, and he saw she was now leaning back, her head turning to the side, eyes firmly closed as her moaning grew louder and more insistent.

  He was loving it, nibbling on her tender lips, delving his tongue into her depths, caressing the edges of her sensitive pussy with his cheeks. He wondered if Caitlyn would have a change of heart about him doing this with her, since Marco had opened her eyes.

  Sofia's scent was growing stronger as her juices started flowing, busting through the sharp smell of the chlorine, and along with her blissful moans it just seemed to drive Leo on, her pheromones appealing to some deep animalistic instinct within him, pushing him to feed from this beautiful girl and make her his own, if only for this one night.

  She was gyrating her hips as he feasted on her, and occasionally opening her eyes and gazing down at him with wonder in her eyes. It made him feel like a champion.

  In fact, she was developing a
real sense of self-worth inside Leo. The fact that this girl, who was so used to Marco, was apparently so taken with him, made him feel that the Spaniard was not going to put him in the shade when they came in for direct comparison.

  Marco had never warranted a real sense of competition in Leo, but inevitably it was going to be there nevertheless. Now Leo felt comfortable that being compared to the confident Spaniard was one more thing he knew he didn't have to worry about.

  Now Sofia was encouraging him up, and then rolling over him, urging him onto his back as though they were playing at wrestling.

  "You are going to make me squirt any minute," she warned now, as she straddled his chest.

  "I don't mind," he said, craning his neck so he could suck on a nipple. "I can handle it."

  She leaned forward to kiss him, then she was slipping her leg over his chest, turning around, straddling him again only facing toward his feet - and his hard cock.

  He groaned as she picked up his hardness and started licking it, using her tongue and her open lips to moisten his shaft, tasting him, teasing him, then stretching her lips around his tip and taking him deep inside her hot mouth.

  At the same time Leo had the superb close-up view of her pussy from behind, and pulled her gently but firmly down, wedging his face between her thighs so that he could once again taste her copious juices.

  It didn't quite seem like a natural position to Leo, perhaps because Sofia's frame was a little on the small side, but the all-encompassing sensual extravaganza was really something. He wondered if Caitlyn might allow such a position.

  Sofia was clearly into it, squeezing her hips gently to rock her pussy back and forth on his face in time to her own bobbing up and down on his cock.

  Then Leo felt himself losing control, and he was tapping her to warn her that he was about to flood her mouth if she didn't stop.

  But she didn't stop. She firmly pressed him down with her hips, giving him a clear signal what she wanted as she clamped her pussy down on his mouth, and quickened her motion on his hardness.

  Leo felt the point of no return upon him and as he felt himself go, the wave of intense fire tearing through his system, he felt Sofia shuddering as well, and they were coming together, with the French girl surprising him with just how much sticky goodness her climax produced.

  This was some girl.

  As he slipped off to sleep, spooning with the beautiful French girl, Leo was wondering if he was going to offend Caitlyn by just how taken he had become with Sofia. Would his fiancée be upset that they were good together? Should he perhaps try to downplay his attraction toward the golden-haired goddess?

  Yet Caitlyn had wanted him to like her. The whole of the previous evening, she'd been talking her up, telling him how beautiful she was.

  As darkness consumed him, his last thoughts were about just how complicated his paranoia was and how difficult it was to keep track of his anxiety.

  Chapter Three

  Leo woke slowly the next morning, fending off odd dreams that were mostly vague blends of his lust and fear, memories of his recent experiences and even a few glimpses that he suspected were past girlfriends, before Caitlyn.

  One brief strand had Caitlyn crying and telling him she couldn't marry him any more, but even while having them, he knew they were dreams.

  Nevertheless, by the time he did open his eyes fully, the bright sunlight was flooding through thin curtains that were clearly inadequate for the job, and Leo felt a little confused. For a moment, he couldn't quite tell what had been dreams and what had been reality in his recent memory.

  Had he really slept with a blonde girl last night?

  The bed was empty as he pulled himself up, still feeling half asleep. Caitlyn had obviously gotten up early again with the sunrise, while he was keeping to East Coast time.

  He wandered into the bathroom to relieve himself, and then caught the whiff of fresh coffee from the kitchen, and now felt a craving for a cup. But as he was finishing up washing his hands, he noticed some toiletries by the sink that he did not recognize as Caitlyn's.

  Spanish products, not American.

  His heart turned over inside his chest and began heating up. Sofia. He really had slept with the beautiful French girl last night. And Caitlyn had been down in a hotel on the seafront, sleeping with a Spanish guy named Marco.

  Wow.

  What a bizarre turn their vacation had taken.

  Leo went back to the bedroom and found a pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt to put on. His iPhone said 11:05, and looking at it reminded him of his promise to call Caitlyn. Was she going to be pissed that he'd left it so late to call her?

  He dialed the number, a little nervous as the other end of the line started ringing.

  "Hey!" he turned to find Sofia, a radiant picture of beauty entering the bedroom bearing a fresh cup of coffee for him. She was wearing her cute little blue-and-white checked bra and panties from the previous day as though it were a bathing suit.

  "You're a lifesaver," he said, taking the hot cup from her.

  She smiled. "You sleep late, like Marco. I thought maybe like him, you need something to pick you up when you do wake."

  He gave the French girl a grateful look as the sound of his fiancée now came through the phone.

  "Caitlyn, hi, it's me - checking in," he said, watching Sofia sashay down the corridor and out to offer their neighbors the dazzling sight of her in her underwear.

  "Hey, sweetie! Wake up late again?"

  "Yeah. I guess I'm still on Eastern Standard Time."

  "I think Marco's on Pacific. He's still crashed out. I got up at six again with the sun."

  "What you been up to?"

  "Oh you know, this and that. I took a walk along the promenade, had some breakfast at a little place down the street. Just relaxing, really."

  Leo felt his heart jump a beat as his next question even began forming in his mind.

  He said, trying to keep his voice sounding light and airy: "So how did it go last night with you guys?"

  "Oh, we had a really nice time..." Caitlyn said, but seemed reluctant to share details. Perhaps she was concerned about how he might feel now, by the cold light of the sober morning. "How about you? I bet you had a great time with Sofia?"

  "I did," he said. Now he was a little worried that this sudden awkwardness between them on the phone might mean Caitlyn was having second thoughts. He probed a little further: "I guess we just took things kinda slow..."

  "You always did take things kinda slow, Sweetie," she said. "But I always did love that about you. I bet she loved it too."

  "I think she had a good time," he said.

  "Don't you think she's beautiful?"

  "She is beautiful."

  "Marco definitely isn't the kind of guy to take things slowly," his fiancée said, and he felt the tension in her voice melting a little, which actually came as some relief.

  "It sounded as though he was ready to mount you as soon as I put the phone down," Leo said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

  "I guess he kind of did..." Caitlyn said now, a touch warily.

  Having so recently come from a background in monogamy, where the idea of Caitlyn being with someone else had caused such a strong mix of emotions, it now felt a little peculiar to have this compulsion to reassure her that it was okay to sleep with Marco, acceptable to fuck someone else.

  But Leo knew if it was one thing that depressed his fiancée, it was the idea that she'd made a wrong decision. If there was one thing that depressed Leo, it was when Caitlyn was depressed.

  "Did it feel good?" he asked. "Was it weird being with someone else after all this time with me?"

  His casual-sounding questions appeared to set her at ease a little. "It was good," she said. "Definitely weird. It was... different. I guess it was pretty exciting, just being different."

  "Bound to be."

  "And Marco... well, he's just like a big sex toy really," she even giggled a little.

  Leo laughed at tha
t as well. "I don't know whether he'd take that as a complement or not."

  "I don't mean it in a bad way!" she insisted. "It's just... you know, you can kind of switch him on at the touch of a button, and then he's just all energy, right up until you switch him off again."

  "I think I can understand what you mean..."

  "But there's no... there's no build-up like there is with you. You know, the playing around, the touching, the kissing. There’s talking, and then there’s passion. So it's different, that's all."

  "You like it that way?"

  "I think I do for a vacation fling, you know? It still leaves me craving you," she said. "But I love a good hard seeing to sometimes, and Marco is definitely great for that."

  She was suddenly silent a moment, as though she was suddenly afraid she'd gone too far, that she'd offended him.

  "Sweetie?"

  "Yes?"

  "What are you thinking... when I'm with Marco? How do you feel... knowing what he's doing with me? Honestly?"

  Leo took a deep breath. "Honestly," he said, trying to be calm, "I think of you with him, with someone else, and... I guess it is actually quite a turn-on."

  "It is?"

  "It's hard for me to explain..." he said, and he could almost feel the gears cranking up in his head. "I think I was wrong before when I said I had no fear - it's definitely there, but I know there's nothing to it. It's just instinct or something like that."

  "Right, I think I get that."

  "But I think how beautiful you are and how much I love it when you're happy and turned on, and it makes me feel good to think you're down there somewhere, having so much fun."

  "Leo, you're the sweetest, you know that?"

  "I think of how you are when you're turned on... and I guess that turns me on, and even imagining someone else is doing that to you, it just makes me buzz."

  It wasn't that he was lying at all, it was just that he was downplaying the anxiety he felt at the same time. She didn't need to know about that, that served no purpose.

  She said, "Do you think you could handle it being with me... while he..."

  Leo felt his pulse suddenly accelerate. Well, wasn't that what Sofia had meant when she said they were planning on having a real party? He said: "I think so."