Fantasies Unleashed

by Skylar Sinclair

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  Fantasies Unleashed

  ISBN # 978-1-906590-11-6

  ©Copyright Skylar Sinclair 2008

  Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright February 2008

  Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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  Published in 2008 by Total-e-bound eBooks 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  FANTASIES UNLEASHED

  Skylar Sinclair

  Dedication

  To Randy, the man who makes all my sexual fantasies come to life. And to my readers, to whom I write each and every book for. May all your fantasies become reality!

  Chapter One

  Bella slid her jean-clad legs out of the taxi and stepped onto the curb, tucking her small purse under the crook of her arm. She stood only a few feet away from the door where she hoped her long-time fantasy would become reality tonight. Taking a deep breath, her unfettered nipples rubbed against the weave of her sweater making her ache in sexual arousal.

  Behind her the taxi’s engine revved up and pulled away from the curb, leaving her washed in the lights that danced in an array of bright colours along the drab grey of the concrete walkway from the surrounding buildings. Her eyes lit on the kerbside and she gazed about. Motorcycles and trucks seemed to dominate the landscape of the streets around the bar. “Perfect,” Bella whispered and her lips lifted in a smile.

  She’d overheard some of the women at work mention this newly opened bar repeatedly, gushing over the hunks they’d met. Bella remembered avidly listening, as her co-workers in low breathless voices, described their sexual encounters in explicit details. Nothing left out. No detail too personal to mention.

  There was one woman’s encounter so scorching and sexually descriptive burned into Bella’s memory. She’d been eating lunch in the break-room at work, and as the women were gossiping at her table, the conversation turned to what everyone had done the night before. One woman, Shelly, a big voluptuous blonde, who always wore the most outrageously revealing clothes to work, lowed her husky voice and peered around before beginning her highly erotic and adventurous night.

  Blood-red nails waving like flags in the wind, Shelly gathered in the flock of women at the table, including Bella. Her eyes hooded and her tone purred as she spoke, “I met the most delicious man last night.” She fanned her face and fluttered her heavily mascara coated eyelashes. “This muscled mountain of a man cosied up to me at the bar. I do my usual nonchalant head to toes checkout of him. He’s a total hottie, a cross between one of those long wild-haired wrestler types and a movie star.”

  Shelly glanced around to make sure she’d everyone’s attention. “He asks my name,” she lowered her voice to a deep pitched drawl, and slowly said, “What’s your name darling?” Shelly visibly shuddered. “I just love a man with an accent. Damn, I could’ve come right there on the spot.” The women around the table giggled.

  “What happened next?” A new woman, Bella didn’t know, eagerly asked.

  “One thing leads to another, and we end up at his place. I figured we were both adults and the chemistry burning between us could’ve lit up Las Vegas. You know what I’m talking about? When you can’t take your eyes off each other? When every nerve in your body awakens and you are hot all over. All you can think about is what his hands and lips will feel like running down your naked flesh.” Shelly whirled her red-tipped fingernail around the table. The women’s heads bobbed in agreement like hens pecking at seed.

  “If I thought the man looked fine in his clothes, out of them he’d make the angels in heaven weep. I mean when he pulled his shirt off, his abs looked like moulded bricks under deliciously tanned skin, building up to broad, thickly muscled shoulders. I’d never seen shoulders that wide before. But when he peeled his jeans off, holy mother of god, I hit the jackpot!” Shelly’s hands whipped up in front of her face, and then stopped, held apart to show the length of his cock. “I mean huge!”

  The women around the table folded like a deck of cards, as they moved in closer as Shelly leaned in too and lowered her voice even further.

  Bella found herself gravitating forward in her chair, pulled into the titillating excitement along with the other women huddled around the table.

  “Between his muscular thighs, his cock poled up his stomach past his bellybutton, long, hard, and thick as my arm, I swear.” Collective sighs and gasps circled the group.

  “Go on. Don’t keep us in suspense here. Spill.” The woman sitting next to Shelly groaned.

  Shelly laughed sultrily. “Max, that’s his name, drawled, ‘Darling, one of us seems to be overdressed. Why don’t you give old Max a show?’ I did a slow striptease, never taking my eyes off his. He stroked his cock while he watched me.

  “Ladies, when I tell you he was all man, I mean he had a big tool and damn well knew how to use it. He crowded me back against his bedroom wall and kissed me senseless. His big body completely dominated mine.” Shelly paused to lick her brightly painted red lips. “He got me so hot and bothered, I literally crawled up his body and begged to be fucked. We did it against the wall, on the floor, in his bed. I have scratches and rug burns all over my body, not to mention the love bites on my thighs.” Shelly clapped her hands to her flushed face. “Every time I move a muscle, I am reminded of last night.”

  “Are you going to see him again?” Bella finally spoke up.

  Shelly smiled smugly as her glassy blue eyes rounded on Bella. “He gave me his phone number and told me to call him any time I want a repeat performance.”

  The nip in the evening air, snapped Bella back to the present from her walk down sexual alley, as she’d dubbed the ladies no-holds-barred daily lunchroom gatherings.

  Straightening her shoulders, the clicking ring of Bella’s heels beat a tempo the last few steps to the heavily carved oak door of the bar. She reached out to grab the massive wrought iron handle, her hand trembling midair dropped back down by her side.

  Taking a deep breath through her nose, Bella steadied her resolve. She could do this. If Shelly and the other women could do it, rave and gush repeatedly about their amazing sexual one-night-stands, so could she by god! It was time to start living her dreams and fantasies. She wasn’t a fool either. She’d come prepared, giving the purse under her arm a good squeeze. The packages of condoms squished together making a scrunching sound. And the outline of her cell phone pressed into her underarm. Yes, she was ready for this.

  Just as Bella reached back up for the door handle, the smell of freshly showered male, wintry and forest wild, hit her nose, and a deep male voice said close by, “Let me get that for you.”

  Her head snapped sideways
and met sparkling emerald green eyes. As he pulled open the door for her, he asked, “Are you here meeting someone?”

  The time had arrived for Bella to begin her journey of sexual freedom. Her chance to live out the one fantasy she’d desired for so long. To breakout of her shell and be that sexy woman she’d always wanted to be. Without hesitation and in an assured voice she replied, “No. And you?”

  He smiled warmly. Even white teeth brightened his face. Soft lines crinkled around his eyes. “Me too, how convenient for us. My name is Mat by the way. Can I buy you a drink?”

  As Bella passed through the doorway, she looked back over her shoulder. The outside lights silhouetted Mat’s strong features. He had short blond hair, with long bangs that fell boyishly forward over his forehead, as he tilted his head, shadowing his eyes. Yet, Bella could still see the glow of male interest. She might’ve been out of the loop for a while, nevertheless, his slow-eyed up and down perusal spoke loud and clear that he was interested in her.

  Mat was a touch of rugged male mixed with casual mannerisms, and she thought him attractive but wasn’t sexually interested in him. She wanted to feel that heady zing of arousal so deep, so consuming, like the other women had spoken of. To be fair, she didn’t feel that for Mat. If she let him buy her a drink, he’d want to dominate her time, maybe take away her chances of meeting other men tonight.

  Mat helped break the ice for her, giving her a confidence boost she so desperately needed, and Bella felt she did owe him.

  Out of character, Bella winked at him. “How about if you’re still alone later, which I doubt, I buy you a drink instead?”

  He laughed good-naturally. “You’ve got a deal.”

  Yep, she’d been right about him—nice and cute. Too bad he didn’t do it for her.

  Bella turned back, head held high, feeling proud and happy, her hip-swinging gait carried her further into the dusky, dim bar. She had this indescribable feeling down deep in her soul something very special and highly unforgettable headed her way. Bella wasn’t going to question or try and rationalise this feeling. Nope, she was just going to go with it.

  For once in a very long time, Bella felt empowered, feminine, and sexy as hell. And damn if she didn’t deserve to feel that way. Every woman should feel that way, totally in control of what made them special—being a woman. The chant, “I am woman, hear me roar!” Echoed through her conscience, and a deep sexy chuckle, her sexy chuckle, broke close to her ears. Her night was just getting started.

  Chapter Two

  Jerrod Mendel scooted his beer bottle around in the wet ring beneath it. “Time to go,” he muttered under his breath. His third beer and he couldn’t remember why he’d come here. Maybe because the guys working for his construction company had incessantly mentioned The Hammer and Nail bar in passing. Jerrod also personally knew the carpenter who’d opened this bar. Allen had worked with him a few years back. The man was a really stand-up kind of guy, but had decided that he’d out-lived his trade and moved on, opening this bar. And from what he’d seen so far, the bar was thriving and almost packed for an early Friday evening.

  At thirty-four, Jerrod finally had the successful construction company he’d always dreamed of owning. He’d worked hard, to the point that he had more work than he ever expected. In the process, he’d royally fucked up a relationship with a great woman. The only woman he’d ever truly loved.

  Tink, his nickname for her, hadn’t spoken to him in almost a year and he needed to move on, but couldn’t. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of her. Holy hell, he was pathetic.

  Even with his goal reached, he had a hollow place in his chest. A place he found himself rubbing unconsciously. The fabric of his flannel shirt was soft beneath his palm, as he rubbed at his sternum.

  Now that he’d recently hired a foreman to take some of the burden that had rested solely on him, Jerrod had a lot more time to think about his future. And honestly he was lonely without someone to share his life with. A good woman he could come home to every day. A woman that he’d share his life with, a woman to love, who would love him back. Pretty simple, but not that easy to find, at least not for him and the hours he worked.

  Jerrod’s chair scraped along the wooden planked floor, as he pushed back from the small table he’d sat at. He chugged the last swallows of beer, getting reading to stand up. Out of the corner of his eye, the flash of purple coming through the front door caught his eye. A woman to arouse any man’s erotic fantasies crossed his vision—his kind of woman—full-figured, ripe and curvy. Not all hard angles and bone.

  Jarrod whispered slowly, “Now…that’s…a…woman.”

  In his bed, he wanted the softness of a female body beneath him as he worked his cock into her deep wet pussy. Womanly thighs wrapped tightly about his hips, locking him to her, holding him in their yielding ankle-crossed embrace. Heels that dug into his ass, as he thrust and bucked, riding her hard. Her damp hot cunt suckling his dick as it slid almost out, only the plump head left bathed in her heat. Then he’d slam his hips forward, the end of his cock butting up hard against the cushion of her cervix. She’d cry out and rake at his back with her nails, begging him to fuck her even harder, and he’d increase the rhythm of his hips. In between his thrusts, he’d tighten his ass cheeks and press down. This would compress her inflamed and sensitive clit, slowly gliding his groin up and back, creating even more friction and heat. He wanted her moans of intense pleasure ringing in his ears and his body responding, hardening even further to their intimate coupling.

  His breath hitched in his chest and every sensory receptor in his body roared to life. Jerrod’s cock hardened to stone and his balls drew up tight and firm between his legs. The metal zipper in his jeans bit painfully into his stiff dick. He shifted from one butt cheek to the other, hoping to find some extra room in his pants—no such luck. He hadn’t been this fucking hard in ages.

  Jerrod’s eyes tracked her as she moved out of the doorway and further into the bar. Her shoulder length red hair framed her in graceful lines of liquid fire as the soft lighting of the bar flickered across her head. As she turned her face in his direction, pale blue eyes darkly lashed and plump glossy pink lips nearly stopped his heart. Damn, they didn’t get any sexier than her. Thankfully, he was seated in the very back of the bar, close to a wall where deep shadows hid him from her view.

  His eyes roamed down and caught on her large perky breasts which bounced with each step she took beneath the snug fit of her purple sweater. He squinted hard. “I’ll be damned. She’s not wearing a bra.” Nothing better than natural breasts and he was definitely a boob man. And those large lovelies he could suck and lavish all night long, and still that wouldn’t be enough for him.

  But then, he also hungered for another part of a woman’s body that he liked to tongue. His eyes followed that natural train of thought, skimming down to her snug jeans silhouetting her lusciously round butt and full thighs.

  Jerrod easily envisioned what she’d look like on her back, in his bed, with her legs spread wide. Her pussy parted. Pump and fleshy in glossy wet violet-pink hues, and her clit distended in her sexual arousal. He’d bury his face between her legs, licking and torturing her with his tongue and lips. Her thighs caging in his head, the rich smell of her excitement filling up his senses, coating his face.

  God, he could almost taste her juices on his tongue.

  All Jerrod wanted to do was run his hands all over her body, moulding it tightly to his. He’d fuck her until she screamed out his name, over and over again.

  He bit his lip to stifle a moan.

  Then, he noticed a blond man following directly behind her. “Sonofabitch,” Jerrod growled between clenched teeth. “She’s with someone.”

  Just before she reached the main bar area directly in front of him, the blond guy said something in passing, she smiled and, with what looked like a wave goodbye, she strode over to an empty spot at the bar by herself. The blond man moved on into the pool room.

  Okay, maybe
there was still a chance for him. Jerrod wasted no time and pushed himself up out of his seat. He pulled down on the front legs of his jeans hoping his major hard-on wasn’t so noticeable. Dipping his head down,he eyed his groin. Yeah, like she won’t notice that big ass package you’re sporting. Not unless she’s as blind as a bat.

  Winding his way through the tables and chairs, his long stride ate up the space between him and the luscious creature he wanted with a fierceness that consumed him like fire. This was one woman Jerrod had to have.

  And, he’d use every sexual trick he knew to make this woman his tonight!

  Chapter Three

  Bella hooked her heels on the circular wrung of the barstool, as she set her purse down on the high gloss surface of the bar. One thing she’d noted, even in the low lighting looking around, was the finely carved wood detailing through the interior of the bar. Carved wood moulding stretched along the tops of the ceiling and archways gave this blue-collar setting a classy, yet manly touch.

  The back bar lined in mirrors, framed with a carved masterpiece, took Bella’s breath away. The Grecian columns on each end, capped with curling leaf florets would’ve seemed out of place anywhere else, but here, it fit. From the outside, it didn’t look as big, yet there was a poolroom to her immediate right as she’d entered the bar. Tables and chairs took up most of the space to the left. And the bar started at the archway of the poolroom and wrapped around the left.

  The Hammer and Nail was a combination of classy and comfortable. Whoever designed the interior did a fantastic job.

  She also noticed there were few women compared to men for a Friday night. Good. This made for more opportunities for her fantasy of a one-night-stand to actually become reality tonight.