Chasing Dreams, Year Two

by Shawn Keys

  He couldn’t. The feel of her and the heat of her was too perfect. The other two before him had stirred his passion too close to the edge. He was Icarus who had flown far too close to the sun. Nothing could stop the flood of pleasure sweeping through him, so he ceased trying. He embraced the moment and rushed forward. Orgasm claimed them both as they coupled with each other in frantic haste. Their mingled cum filled her in a molten wave, then splashed out over their legs as their flesh smacked wetly together in the final throes of their mutual passion.

  As they came to an exhausted end, he released her hair and Hélène sank down onto her stomach. She rested her cheek on Laura, using her lower abdomen as a pillow as she let out an incredibly deep sigh.

  Matteo followed her, remaining buried within. He caught much of his weight on his elbows. Hélène might be the largest of these four, but that wasn’t saying much next to him. He leaned lower and kissed along her spine as she purred in delight.

  Laura fixed a teasing pout on her face. “Guess that means I’m going to have to wait until next time?” A wicked gleam came to her eye. “Which does mean I get to go first, right?”

  “Hell, no!” Daphne roused herself from inside Melodie’s arms.

  Laura instantly started to object.

  Daphne didn’t give her the chance. Life was returning to her quickly as she shed her sex-dazed stupor. “We’re not letting it end here! Come on, Melodie. We’re needed!” Despite her brave words, she didn’t do anything so athletic as stand up. Then again, Matteo had to admit he wasn’t disappointed by seeing her crawl toward him. She even managed to make the action look slinky, knowing that he would be watching.

  She came up to him and placed a tender, sensual kiss on his mouth, then whispered into his ear, “Time for round two.” She pulled at his shoulder. “Up you go. Show us what you’ve got.”

  She didn’t have the raw strength to lift him, but her words were enough to provoke him. His muscles let out a few complaints. They would probably ache a lot more if he stayed there, content in Hélène’s warmth.

  But Daphne’s words did motivate him. I promised. I swore I would be there for all of them. Come on, old man. They were willing to be your fantasy. Don’t you dare fail to fulfill theirs! He straightened onto his knees, his cock pulling free as he parted from Hélène’s back. His first reaction was a desperate need to plunge right back into her.

  Daphne was quick to give him a beautiful alternative. As he gave her the room, she stayed on her knees. She crawled even closer, reaching out with her hands to gather his cock in her palms. While it wasn’t fully hard, the girth was still enough she needed both hands to fully embrace it. With a playful glint in her eyes, Daphne placed a loving kiss on his shaft and whispered, “On your feet, soldier.”

  His manhood twitched. A pulse shivered along his length and passed into his core like a small bolt of erotic fire. His shaft swelled a little… then, a little more as her lips continued down toward his glans, licking around his girth.

  Melodie had found her way to her side. “What do you want me to do?”

  Daphne ceased her kisses long enough to flicker a mischievous grin her way. “What you do best. Get creative.”

  Her friend gave a quick nod, then climbed up Matteo’s side. She leaned against him, seeming thankful for his strength to steady herself. She was still a little wobbly on her heels after what they had shared. It wasn’t simply lust that Matteo felt as she sank against him; he loved the way his arm fell into the valley between her breasts, committing to how she leaned against him.

  It was her honest, physical expression of total trust.

  That felt as wonderful as everything else.

  Melodie’s mouth came within an inch of his ear as she breathed out, “Riding you was the best fuck of my whole, young life.”

  As she began, Daphne dove onto the tip of his cock for the second time that night. She drank Hélène’s flavor off him without a second thought, clearly not the first time she had tasted her. The last time she had been playful, sharing the first experience with Matteo’s phallus with the others. This time, she wasn’t playing around. Of course, her intent hadn’t made her mouth any bigger. As he grew rapidly toward his full size, she fought to take him in deeper than the last time. Stretching her lips around him, she pressed forward, not managing to get more than an inch beyond his glans before she started to choke softly on his thickness. Matteo knew she might be able to take him further… but not without practicing the skills that a sword-swallower would find useful.

  Which didn’t change the fact that her efforts felt incredible!

  Melodie didn’t hold back. Her sweet words continued to drip into his ear like honey. “But… do you know what I really want? For you to throw me onto that bed over there and pin my legs wide open. I’m not just a swimmer. I’m a dancer. A contortionist. I’m extremely… bendy.” Her tone grew huskier, “I want you to spread me open and plunge that giant monster of yours into my tight…” She paused, then made a noise that sounded halfway to orgasm already, “…mmmm… into my tiny, wet hole.” She reached out with her tongue and teased his earlobe with it. “I’d bet I won’t be quite so tight this time. Because… You’ve stretched me out to fit you perfectly, haven’t you?”

  As she wove those magic words, Daphne’s right hand slipped between his legs and cupped his balls in a fondling embrace. With supreme effort, she fought another half inch of him into the depths of her mouth, just shy of her throat. The exertion made her eyes water, but she wasn’t giving up.

  By the end… he had never been harder in his life.

  With a wet slurp, Daphne slid off of him, leaving his cock well painted with her saliva, perfectly ready for somewhere hot and inviting. Her devilish smile suggested that she was encouraging him to go hunting for one, though eyeing his length with some regret, knowing it wasn’t going to be her.

  Even better was the erotic anticipation painted on Laura’s face as she stared up at him. Laid out on her back, he had to seem that much more intimidatingly huge to her. Not merely his phallus; also, his massive, wrestler’s frame was looming over her petite, slender body.

  Playing into that, he stood and walked over to Hélène. She wasn’t covering much of her teammate, making it no great feat to pluck Laura out from under her friend’s spill of hair. With a curl of his biceps, Matteo lifted her into the air, took a half-dozen steps and planted her back firmly against the nearest wall.

  Hooking his arms under her legs, Matteo spread Laura wide. Following the vision that Melodie had painted, he flexed Laura’s legs outward and pinned her there, leaving her totally exposed. She instinctively coiled her arms around his neck, though she didn’t fear that he was going to drop her. She was barely a burden for him.

  Her arms felt encouraging, so he took that as an invitation and sank a passionate kiss against her lips. Huddling his massive body in against her, he immersed himself in how her dark chocolate skin melded against his own while their mouths mingled and traded moans of need.

  He was rapidly approaching a dilemma as to how he could start what they both wanted next, but the rest of the team weren’t about to leave their friend unfulfilled. They appeared to either side, eager to join in the fun. When the paired lovers paused in their kiss for breath, Daphne leaned in and captured Laura’s lips for her own. Melodie had begun licking her way up Matteo’s shoulder, so he leaned down and shared a kiss with her as well.

  Sensing she was missing out, Hélène had managed to pull herself together enough to crawl toward them, not trusting herself to stand quite yet. Being on her hands and knees was perfect for her intentions. While Daphne and Melodie further stoked the lust of the couple, she reached the base of his legs and began to kiss upward. She didn’t need to go far. Just far enough to gather his rock-hard cock in her grasp. Playfully licking his hanging balls, she guided the plush head to Laura’s sex.

  The moment his hot shaft touched her was unmistakable and unforgettable. She was already dripping with desire, adding to the s
lickness Daphne graced him with. Hélène was in no rush, dragging him through Laura’s moist slit and letting him feel her waiting heat. A look of joy crossed Laura’s face as she realized her own pleasure was at hand.

  Her joy transformed to something like concern as he settled her lower and began to penetrate her core. Laura’s mouth and eyes opened together, and she whimpered, “Oh sweet Lord…”

  “Slow?” he asked softly as he relaxed his arms a little more. Another inch was squeezed into her petite body.

  Her breathing increased, panting fast as she tried desperately to relax and open for his invasion. She nodded fast, trying to speak then realizing the effort of talking was a bad idea. She closed her eyes, whimpered again, and then… exhaled long and slow as if sinking into a deep stretch.

  That wasn’t far from the truth and her efforts succeeded and he submerged another couple inches into her. As soon as he stopped, her body cinched down on him in a way that suggested he might never be free of her again.

  Which… doesn’t sound all that bad right about now…

  He laughed to himself at the infatuation that was alive and well inside him. How could it not be? How could he want anything more than to spend the rest of his days in a room with these four? Nothing else mattered as he was surrounded by these lovely women doing their best to bring him into their world.

  That’s truly what this is, he thought as he saw Laura exhale another deep breath and will herself to take more. Her eyes flashed open and she peered up at him with her glowing, hazel eyes and… nodded. Permission to go deeper inside her. She wanted to be with him as much as the others. To be a part of him.

  This wasn’t only about the sex, though the sex was incredible enough to fire his imagination for the rest of his life, even if he was never to be with them again. That’s why Daphne wanted me… no, needed me to have Laura as well. Because this is about all of us being together.

  None of them had asked for a promise and he hadn’t asked for any in return. But he was fooling himself if he thought this wouldn’t lead to the expectation of a lasting connection. They were sharing too much. Exposing too much. Letting him too deep into the most important connections they had ever forged in their lives.

  With those tender, hopeful, powerful emotions thrumming through him… he met Laura’s eyes and thrust as much of his cock as he could into her depths.

  “Holy fucking God!” Laura screamed out, throwing her head back, smacking it against the wall. Her hands darted away from him and she clawed at the wall behind her, scrambling for a hand-hold. There wasn’t anything for her to latch onto, leaving her awash in a sea of pleasure… and the only thing grounding her back to reality was the molten hot shaft penetrating her body and the tender caresses and kisses of her friends.

  Matteo didn’t give her even an instant to adjust. Lifting her as he rolled his hips, to gain leverage and distance, then plowed back into her with a voracious need.

  With his balls bouncing off Hélène’s cheeks, much to her laughing delight, Matteo’s eyes never left Laura’s face as he fucked her with the brutish intent to utterly shatter her on his cock. He left subtlety to the other two; he could see and feel Daphne reaching between their stomachs, locating Laura’s clit to stroke it, while Melodie placed sizzling kisses on Laura’s neck and swirled her fingers around her nipples. He ravished her like a rutting bull, driving into her again and again until she came apart.

  Her body sang with lust as she screamed, crying wordlessly at the ceiling. Tears streamed down her face as raging emotions overwhelmed her, unleashing a storm of climaxes. At one point she began to laugh, shaking her head as if disbelieving that this… or anything… could feel that good for that long. The laughter soon devolved into lost sobs… and then… pushed her over the edge into unconsciousness…

  Tightness filled Matteo’s balls and he erupted into her in time with the last of her ragged cries. Steamy cum filled her sex and womb, and the blossom of heat inside her revitalized her in a rush. Her eyes flashed open again and she took a long, gasping breath as he unleashed another torrent into her body. “Yes… sweet Lord, yes… more… more… so…” He never learned what she was trying say as her sensibilities left her. Her head collapsed back against the wall.

  His own body shaking from the effort, Matteo leaned into her and used her body to steady himself. His forehead met the wall and he focused on that to orient himself and not collapse out of raw fatigue.

  It was then he became aware of… a new sensation. A soft lapping of a tongue…

  From below, Hélène purred with throaty satisfaction, “Mmmm…. they taste great together…” She went back to the sexy task of licking the blend of cum that was dripping out of her and down the exposed base of his shaft.

  Melodie and Daphne sank down and slipped between his legs and the wall and began to bathe him with their tongues to enjoy their share.

  Matteo was certain this rivaled any of the Herculean tasks that were set before the Greek demi-god during his great trials. To remain standing there, supporting the limp, sated, nigh-unconscious body of Laura while the trio sucked and swirled at them both as if they were a treat… he never knew what willpower was until then. Nor… contentment.

  He was still hard inside Laura.

  He found it difficult to believe that he could be. Then again… maybe he shouldn’t, considering what was going on between his legs. Soon, he would summon whatever strength he had left and carry Laura to one of the bedrooms. He would lay her down on it and cradle her. He had no doubt the other three would join them, cuddling closely until they all let themselves drift into sleep.

  But he was equally certain that consciousness would return. When it did, he knew he would find them still curled around him. He didn’t know who he would touch first. But he knew when they awoke, this would not be over.

  Flora was right, he chuckled softly inside. I won’t be seeing her. Not until the airport. There’s no way I’m leaving this room until I absolutely have to.

  When he did, he knew his life would be changed. Changed for the better? Absolutely. Changed forever? Yes. Even if this was not something that could last, the experience alone would alter his perspective. The path he had yet to walk with these women was not even close to complete and bound to reshape them all.

  It was… bizarre. Untraditional. Some might even claim it to be wrong. But he didn’t care. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. He cared for these women. All of them. If they were willing to let him in and embrace them in his loving arms, then he would take his chance.

  Take it… and never look back.

  Epilogue

  It was a lovely night in Portesara. Winter hadn’t quite arrived on the island, but the weather had cooled off as much as it ever did. Hurricane season was nearly at its close, reducing the amount of cloud cover that held in the humidity. The evening was refreshing, which buoyed Daniel’s spirits.

  He turned down a familiar street and pulled up toward the pleasantly quaint house that Azélie used as both home and office. He eased over to the curb and turned off the engine. Before he switched his headlights off, he noticed that the SUV in front of him was still running with its lights off. In a split second, he realized the vehicle was one he knew well.

  Getting out of his own, he clicked the locks, strode over to the passenger side of the SUV and knocked on the window.

  Rather than roll down the glass, the driver shut off the SUV and got out. The vehicle actually rose on its shocks as Matteo emerged and walked around the hood slowly. He wasn’t walking cautiously, per se, but he was clearly surprised to see Daniel there. “She called you, too?”

  “Couple hours ago. Said I should make whatever excuses I needed to make because I wasn’t going to be home until late.” Daniel had been confused but seeing Matteo there was downright confounding.

  “Same here.” The big man gave a shrug of his hulking shoulders. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.” He gestured toward the door.

  Deciding the man was ri
ght, Daniel walked beside him up the walk and ascended the few steps onto the small porch. He knocked softly. Azélie answered the door within a few seconds, seemingly waiting for them.

  Daniel wasn’t sure what he had expected. It certainly wasn’t the fluffy pink hoodie over the agent’s voluptuous figure that she filled out nicely. The sweat-shirt hung halfway down her thighs, draped over black leggings that ended at a pair of pink and white sneakers.

  It was then he realized he had never seen the legal woman in casual wear. Taking off the jacket of her pant suit was about as comfortable as she had ever gotten while around him. No surprise there. We don’t hang out socially. Dinner a few times, but always with the undertone of business.

  What’s more, she was holding a tumbler with what Daniel swore was spiced rum in bubbling cola. Tilting it back, she took a generous sip and then clinked the ice inside the glass. “Want some?”

  Unsure what to say to that, Daniel froze.

  Matteo fielded it a little better. “Don’t suppose you have a beer in there?”

  Azélie stepped back from the door and gestured toward the kitchen. “In the fridge. Hope you don’t mind Fell’s Brew. Never been a huge beer fan but figured I might as well support Cadence. Daniel?”

  What the hell? Might as well see where this rabbit hole is gonna take us. “Have the ingredients for an old fashioned?”

  “Probably. Have a bar set up over there.”

  “Happen to have an espresso maker?”

  “Mmm hmm. Why?”

  “Putting a shot of in the drink makes it a dark old fashioned. Bit of a favorite of mine these last few years.”

  She smiled. “I’ll get the machine started.” She retreated into the kitchen.

  Daniel wandered into the living room, aiming for the bar. As soon as he made it past the entryway, he noticed the circular table covered in green felt. “Ahh, what’s this?”

  Calling from her coffee machine, Azélie quipped, “You can’t tell me you don’t know. It’s a pretty high-quality design.”