Bedded by Strangers: Fantasies Unleashed 2 (3 page)

He slipped out of his shorts and his erection leapt forward, eagerly reaching toward me. I couldn’t believe his size. He was like something out of a porn video. He reached for his discarded jacket, then tore a foil condom package with his teeth. He sheathed himself as he sauntered toward me like at cat toward prey. I was more than ready to be dinner.

He set my glass on the bar, and his hands traveled slowly down my arms, from my shoulders to my wrists. Entwining his fingers in mine, he drew my hands up and around his neck, and I stroked the hard hot skin there, tracing the tendons and marveling at the silkiness of his curls. He dropped to a crouch and his hands landed on my ankles, slowly caressing, exploring, sliding up and down, reaching a few inches higher with each successive upstroke until he broached the hem of my dress.

Still crouched, he lifted me and pushed the fabric higher until the dress was bunched around my waist, exposing my black panties. His hands stroked and teased, playing with me through the fabric, every touch amplifying my arousal.

He hooked the elastic at my hips, and I leaned slightly back, raising my butt as he effortlessly drew my panties down, over my high heels, and off.

He tugged the chair away from the bar. The jolt was alarming, and even though the stool had a padded backrest, I held tighter to his neck to keep from falling. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me forward to the very edge of the seat until his cock pressed against me, not pushing inside, but rubbing through my folds, teasing me, teasing him.

“You’re so wet.” He guided his tip inside me, just the head, and probed my sensitive opening, testing my passage, making me crazy with need. Then, just as I grew used to this shallow penetration, just as it started to feel familiar and good, just as I thought it might be enough, he pulled the chair forward and drove into me hard, all the way to the hilt. His balls slapped my ass.

He stayed there a moment, in deep, not moving, just stretching me and filling me so completely I thought I might climax—then he started to pump. Spreading and bending his legs, both to brace himself and to change the angle, he drove into me hard. His hand guided one of my legs up to his butt and other one joined it, my ankles linking around his lower back, which contracted and flexed like a machine under my calves as his powerful thrusts drove into me with more force, hitting sensitive places I’d never known were there.

I cried out with each thrust, unable to control the sounds from my throat. I was his, completely possessed, and just as I started to wonder if I could take any more, he pulled out and dropped to his knees. His hands parted my folds and his tongue found my clit, flicking several delicious times before his lips closed around the swollen nub to suck. I cried out. It was like he was pulling on every nerve in my body, like the suction between his lips and my clit was the center of the entire universe.

My body exploded in a detonation so powerful I was surprised the room didn’t burst into flames. Bright lights shone behind my closed eyelids as I bucked and thrashed, as his hands held me safely on the stool and against his face. He stroked my clit with his tongue and kissed my upper thighs as aftershocks shook my ravaged body again and again.

When they subsided, I had the sudden realization that I had a strange man’s face in my crotch. I felt sexually sated, yet all I could think of was seeing Thom. I needed to thank him properly for this wonderful treat.

“Thank you,” I said as Luke rose, sliding his hands over my body like he now owned it.

“Thank
you
,” he said, and bent to gently kiss my lips, letting me taste myself on him. “Would you like to slip into something more comfortable?”

I nodded. Maybe Thom would be meeting me up here. It would be a shame to waste this wonderful room if we’d paid for the night.

“You’ll find a robe in the bathroom.” Luke gestured toward a closed door next to the bedroom entrance.

“Great.”

He helped me off the stool, and I kicked off my heels before walking on wobbly legs to the bathroom, not fully exhaling until I was inside with the door closed behind me.

The bathroom was luxurious. A huge shower, with frosted glass walls framing a space large enough to fit a small bed. The bathtub was equally huge and full of bubble-topped water. I crossed the room and traced my fingers through the foam. The water was warm, almost hot, and again I marveled at the setup, the amount of work that had gone into my fantasy. All this so I could experience sex with a man who wasn’t my husband, experience sex with a stranger. Sure, the fantasy I’d described to Thom had involved multiple nameless men, but I could hardly expect
that
to come true. That my husband had managed to make sex with
one
stranger come true was miracle enough. I loved him more than ever.

Unzipping my dress, I let it drop to the floor. Should I take a bath? If Thom were here, I’d want nothing more than to lie in the water with him, letting its heat and his comfort ease my muscles and help me melt into a puddle of jelly before sleep. Considering my options, I glanced at the shower, but it felt strange to use this bathroom, not knowing whether my stranger was still in the room outside.

A black silk robe hung from the back of the door so I slipped it over my naked body, enjoying how the luxurious fabric glided against me like massage oil. As I was tying the belt, Luke knocked on the door.

“When you’re ready, Jamie, I have a few friends who’d like to meet you.”

CHAPTER FOUR

F
riends? My heart took off at a full gallop and I leaned back against the closed bathroom door. My mouth was dry. I crossed to the sink and ran a glass of water, but it wasn’t cold enough to satisfy my thirst. I stared at myself in the mirror. Same eyes. Same hair. Same skin, even if it was pinker than normal.

My eyeliner was a tad smeared, but it only seemed to enhance my appearance. I’d always thought of myself as square, more nerd than sex kitten, but right now I felt wild, wanton, and even though I’d just been thoroughly fucked, I was so turned on I ground my legs together, running my hands over the soft silk of the robe.

Taking a long, cleansing breath, I stepped over to open the door.

Luke was leaning against the wall, his chest slick with sweat, his slightly erect cock dangling with pride. “Is this okay?” he asked, gesturing behind him. “Some of my business associates showed up and when I told them how sexy you were, they wanted to meet you to see for themselves.”

“It’s fine,” I answered, reminding myself that I still had a safe word. It was impossible to say I was comfortable, but my discomfort was more titillating than terrifying, and I knew I could stop this if the scales tipped too far the other way.

As Luke stepped back from the door, I raised my chin high and walked into the room.

I stopped short. By my quick count, there were five other men in the room. All wore masks, some sequined, some plain, but completely disguising their identities. I turned toward Luke.

“They came from a masquerade ball,” he said. “We thought it might be fun if they left their masks on. That way we can all stay strangers—well, except you and me. But if you choose to let any of my friends give you pleasure, you’ll always have the mystery of wondering whether any man you meet in the future might have been here tonight.”

I drew a long breath. The idea was tantalizing, thrilling, and while my fantasy hadn’t included masks, I had told Thom that I didn’t remember any faces. The masks were a perfect touch, and I couldn’t believe that my fantasy wasn’t yet over. In fact, in a room with six strangers, only one who’d fucked me, it seemed possible my fantasy had yet to begin.

Luke took my hand and led me toward the sunken seating area, standing me on the rug in front of the fire. The men circled me, and the sensation of so many sets of male eyes focused solely on me was unnerving. Goosebumps rose on my skin even though I was warm.

“You were right. She’s beautiful,” said one of the masked men, and I heard grunts of agreement as they started to cast off their clothes. Some wore jeans and t-shirts, others suits, and one man was in a very high-end tuxedo, but they all stripped down until I was surrounded by hot naked men sporting nothing but masks and erections.

One by one, they came toward me and kissed me lightly. Not exactly how you’d kiss a friend, but not intrusively either, and as they kissed me their erections brushed my body through the robe. The last man ran his hand down my front, and I felt the belt of my robe give way. He leaned back to look into my eyes through the crystal-encrusted openings of his deep purple mask. I nodded, giving him tacit permission.

He pushed the robe off my shoulders and it pooled on the floor.

I heard a sound from the corner and noticed one final man, sitting in a chair in the shadows, masked and fully clothed. An observer? Or maybe a treat for later?

I could be creeped out by this, but I wasn’t. The idea of someone watching only heightened what I imagined might happen.

A man with curly brown hair and a silver mask stepped forward and placed a blindfold over my eyes. I thought of objecting—I wasn’t sure whether I’d fully enjoyed seeing each man’s body yet—but as soon as my sense of sight was removed, the desire heightened between my legs. The anticipation, the uncertainty, the slight danger was almost more than I could bear.

The fireplace heated the backs of my legs, and my nipples hardened in the slight breeze created as I sensed the men moving around me, murmuring more words of admiration. It was almost as if I could feel their gaze on my skin, raking across my body, devouring me with their eyes.

Then came their hands, their lips, their tongues, starting slowly, until I couldn’t tell how many men were touching me at once. I quickly stopped counting. Multiple fingers and palms caressed my skin, mouths and lips sucked my nipples, hands and teeth deliciously tortured my breasts.

The sensations, combined with the sounds of lust—theirs, mine—made me feel as if I was floating, someone else, someplace else, focused on nothing but sensory details as I let my body be explored, admired, aroused.

Someone gently nudged my feet wider, and fingers stroked between my legs. A man held me from behind, his hands on my breasts and his cock pressing into the small of my back. From the front, someone’s finger probed inside me, then two, and by their slightly irregular rhythm I felt sure the fingers came from two separate men. A tongue found my clit, licking and teasing as fingers continued to plunge. It seemed as if the mouth and fingers were from three different men—they might be—and the idea pumped up my arousal.

The man behind me continued to fondle my breasts, tweaking the nipples, squeezing hard. “I need to fuck you.” With his chest pressed against my back, his voice rumbled through me, although I could no longer be certain what was causing all the vibrations inside.

He gently bent me forward as someone else guided my hands onto something firm—the back of one of the sofas? It didn’t matter. I was bent at the waist, legs spread, my hands braced, as a cock entered me from behind.

My legs flexed and straightened, my body yielding to the unknown intruder whose hands held my hips, easing me into his strokes.

Mouths closed around both of my nipples, and lips and teeth and tongues sucked and nipped and licked. Two men had to be kneeling on the floor between me and the sofa. A finger pressed against my clit, circling slowly, letting the thrusts from the man fucking me do all the work.

Sensations undulated inside me, each source of pleasure taking its turn as my focus—thrust, nipple, clit, nipple, thrust—until all the feelings melded together, until every inch of my body was firing at once, unsure of where or how I was being stimulated, or by whom or by what.

“My turn,” someone said.

The cock slid out of me, and I gasped at its sudden absence. Someone scooped me into his arms, and instinctively I draped an arm around my transporter’s neck, placing my palm on his chest. His body was warm, breathing heavily, and so hard. As he carried me, I explored his chest, discovered a nipple and pinched.

He cursed, then said, “Just for that, I’m going to fuck you extra deep, extra hard.”

He set me down on what I could only assume was one of the sofas, and I stretched my limbs to explore my surroundings. I was on the long part of one of the sectionals, like a chaise longue, and lying flat on my back. The surface was soft beneath me, sensual against my skin. It felt as if someone had moved the fur rug I’d seen earlier onto its surface.

Hands drew my arms up and above my head, stretching me, forcing my chest up and holding me there as other hands stroked and squeezed my breasts, my belly, my thighs. Pleasure rippled through me, spreading everywhere but concentrating hard in my now empty sex.

A man’s fingers drew my legs apart and tried to lift them. “Relax,” a voice whispered in my ear. “We won’t hurt you. We want to worship you. We want to make you feel good.”

The tone was comforting, gentle, so I yielded, letting the multiple hands holding my ankles and calves pull my legs back into a position where I was helpless and exposed. My sex was splayed before all these men, ready to be taken at will, but instead of penetration, their hands continued to caress. Without my sight I couldn’t anticipate their movements, where next I’d be touched or fondled or tweaked. Someone bit my nipple, hard enough to make me buck, and a hand rested gently, low on my belly, stroking with his thumb.

“Remember your safe word,” a voice said. “We’re trusting you to tell us if anyone takes this too far. Our only desire is to turn you on, to make you feel things you’ve never felt, to create sensory memories to last a lifetime. Sometimes a little pain helps with that, but only if you want it.” Fingers pinched my nipples, holding both tight. I bucked again, but the pain morphed to pleasure and I licked my lips, relishing the foreign feelings. When he let go, the pain heightened and I moaned, twisting as much as I could in this awkward and restrained position.

I’d never even fantasized about mixing pain with sex, yet I wanted more. This was my night to explore beyond the bounds of my experience, the bounds of my marriage, and I grew greedy. I wanted to feel it all, take it all, and be taken.