A Little Harmless Fantasy (20 page)

She shook her head, and groaned when Rory worked his lubed finger up
her ass. Damn, that felt good. He worked her a little before adding
another finger. She groaned again as he pulled out his fingers and
replaced it with an anal plug.

“Now, that will add a little bit of fun to the punishment
you’re about to get.”

Zeke rose and picked her up off Rory’s lap. She shivered, her
body ready for the fun.

“Well, love, I do like that cock you have there,” Zeke
said. She looked down and noticed the impressive erection straining
against Rory’s jeans. “Our lover here likes a good
spanking. Gets him really fucking hard.”

He smiled. “That it does.”

He leaned over her and kissed Zeke. Long, wet and damn it was sexy.
While he was kissing Zeke, he slipped his hand up her torso to her
breasts, squeezing her nipples. When he pulled back both of them
leaned toward her. At the same time, they kissed her. Zeke attacked
her mouth while Rory attacked her throat. The dual assault almost
overwhelmed her. Soon, though, Rory was apparently ready to get on
with it. He stepped back and nodded at Zeke. Apparently, he knew what
Rory wanted. He set her on the chair.

“Spread those legs, Maura.”

She hesitated mainly because her brain was numb. The guys didn’t
know what they did to her when she watched them touch each other,
then touch her. It was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced.

“Maura, you better spread those legs so I can see how wet our
cunt is. Do it.”

She ordered her legs to work and spread them.

“Nope.” He bent over and spread them so wide, it pushed
her up to the edge of the chair. Again, she felt exposed to them in a
way she never had been with other men. It was also a huge turn on for
her. He hooked a foot behind each one of the front legs of the chair.

“Give me the cuffs, Zee,” he said rising from his
position. Zeke did then started to disrobe.

“You were naughty, so I am going to make you watch for a bit,”
Rory said as he secured her hands behind the chair.

She watched Zeke pull his pants down. When he was finally completely
nude, she sighed. His cock was hard, bowed up against his stomach.

Rory leaned forward. “Ah, look at the cock, love. It tastes
good doesn’t it?”

She nodded her mouth suddenly dry.

“Well, I might let you, but well, that’s all mine now.”

She shivered as he slid his hands down her stomach and between her
legs. A few strokes of his finger had her wiggling on the seat.

“Now, you are going to learn how I punish subs who are
naughty.”

He walked around the chair and started to undress. Zeke came forward
and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. He said nothing as he turned
toward Rory who was now completely nude also. Even this early in the
play she was wet, dripping. The plug in her ass added another level
of naughtiness to it.

“Make sure to stand sideways, love. She needs to see the whole
scene.”

Zeke shot her a smile and did as Rory requested. Rory grabbed the can
of whipped cream and dropped to his knees. After popping off the lid,
he applied it to Zeke’s cock. Damn. The white creamy confection
was the perfect contrast against his dark skin.

“I’ve always thought Zee was a treat…the sweetest
of sweets.” Rory looked over at her with a naughty little
smile. “I think you agree.”

He set the can down and took Zeke into his mouth. Zeke immediately
slipped his hands around Rory’s head as he thrust in and out of
his mouth. Just watching the act sent another gush of liquid to her
pussy. Which of course, they would know if they looked at her. She
needed to squeeze her legs together, give herself some relief, but
she didn’t break Rory’s command.

Maura had thought he would only tease Zeke, but apparently, Rory had
other plans. He slipped his hands to cup Zeke’s ass as he
continued to take him in and out of his mouth. Their groans and moans
filled the kitchen. Maura thought she might pass out from loss of
blood in her brain. She watched as Zeke sped up his thrusts then
after two more strokes, he came, moaning Rory’s name as he did.

Once he pulled out of Rory’s mouth, Zeke leaned back against
the counter. Rory rose and leaned forward for a kiss. She watched,
again entranced by the way they were with each other. It was easy to
see the love, the tenderness hidden in the really hot sex.

Rory looked at her. “Now it’s our turn.”

Zeke walked over with a key. “I think you can let her go now,
right, Rory?”

“No.”

Zeke looked back at Rory and she realized this was out of character
for Rory.

Rory walked over to the chair. He cupped her face and leaned down
until their mouths were only inches apart. “If I wanted to
really teach you a lesson, I would leave you here like this while Zee
and I went out.”

Her eyes widened and his mouth kicked up on one side.

“I won’t do that though.”

He helped her up then placed her on the counter. Just moving her
around had her pussy throbbing. She moaned.

“Aw, darlin’,” he said. “You’re in a
bad way, huh?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She saw an emotion in his eyes that she couldn’t discern, but
it was gone before she could figure out what it was. He leaned
forward and gently pressed his mouth against hers—just enough
for a taste. Then, he grabbed a condom, tore it open and rolled it
on. She thought he might tease her more, but he surprised her again.
He pulled her up to the edge of the counter, tilting her just right.
Then, he entered her slowly, his gaze on hers. Inch by inch, he
entered her and when he was fully seated inside her. He thrust in and
out of her, with an unhurried patience that had her ready to scream.
With the plug in her anus, it was extra tight. Each stroke inside her
pushed her closer. Zeke moved closer, and for the first time in a few
minutes, she realized he was still there. He leaned in and kissed
her, then reached behind her back to unlock the cuffs. Then, he
stepped back to watch.

Rory wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, holding her head
steady as he increased his rhythm.

“Yeah, Maura, just like that, love,” he muttered. “Touch
yourself.”

Maura didn’t hesitate. Her brain just wouldn’t allow her
to. She wanted relief, but more than that, she wanted to please Rory.
She slipped her hand down between their bodies and pressed her
hardened clit. It was all she needed. Rory thrust into her at the
same time. Her orgasm slammed into her so hard it scared her.

“Rory,” she screamed as tendrils of ecstasy filtered over
her.

He followed her after one last thrust. He shouted her name as his
release took over. A few moments later, he kissed her as leaned
forward, and then set his forehead against hers. They were both
breathing heavily.

“That was…wow,” Zeke said. She glanced at him
wondering if he would be pissed that it had been just she and Rory,
but the look on his face told her it hadn’t. “We should
have taped that.”

Rory chuckled. “No way, love. There’s just no way I will
allow any taping and you know it.”

“You’re kidding right?” she asked Zeke. She looked
at Rory. “He’s kidding.”

Rory chuckled. “No, sorry to admit it but Zee is a freak. He
likes to watch, in person and on video.”

Mortified she closed her eyes. “No way. Never.”

Rory leaned forward and kissed her again. “There you have it,
Zee. Your lovers disagree.”

The term lovers had her breath catching in her throat. She covered,
or at least she hoped, the fact that he had grouped himself with
her…that wasn’t something he had done before.

“Well, I’m going to need a shower before I go to the
beach,” she said.

Rory pulled out of her, and removed the plug. She was going to jump
off the counter, but Zeke stopped her. He picked her up and walked
toward the stairs.

“I can walk, ya’ know,” she said amused. Guys
didn’t treat her like this. Most guys, actually. Zeke had
always been kind of romantic with her.

“I know, but I like carrying you. Plus I need a shower too.”

She looked over his shoulder and saw Rory following them, a small
smile curving his lips.

“I say we all need a little shower before heading to the
beach,” he said.

And, just like that, everything felt…right. She sighed and set
her head on Zeke’s shoulder.

“Sounds like a good idea to me.”

* * * *

Zeke leaned back on his beach seat and watched Rory dive into the
surf. He couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped in appreciation
for the man.

“He is pretty, I will give you that,” Maura said.

He glanced at her but she was looking out at the ocean also, probably
watching Rory too. She had that ridiculous turtle hat on and her
sunglasses so he couldn’t discern what she was thinking. She
shook her head.

“You don’t have to worry about me being jealous. I think
I have proven that the way you two feel about each other is a turn
on. I don’t ever want you to hide your feelings.”

He digested that for a moment. “It’s hard to do with you
around.”

She looked at him and he wished he could read her better. He still
couldn’t read her with that hat and her sunglasses on. Then she
looked back out at the water and Rory. He knew she was following him
on the boogie board. There weren’t that many people out today
and there was a bit of surf.

“I often wondered what it would be like to be with two men.”

She said it pretty loud. Not shouting, but someone could have heard
her. He looked around to see if anyone had. She laughed without
looking at him.

“Jeez, Zeke, you’re not worried what other people think
are you?”

“It’s not that.”
Not really
.

She settled back on her towel, a small smile on her lips. “Don’t
worry about it, Zeke. Fuck everyone if they can’t accept it.”

For a moment he studied her. She was wearing his favorite bathing
suit of hers, bright red bikini. She wasn’t overly tan because
Maura took her skin too seriously, but there was a nice layer of
golden Hawaiian on her flesh now. Damn she looked good.

“Maura,” he said but could not go on. What exactly was he
going to say, he didn’t know.

She glanced over at him. “Stop over thinking it.”

He chuckled and leaned back on his beach chair. “You think I
worry too much.”

“You do worry too much. About this, about everything. I’m
not a little girl. I can handle it.”

“I know. But you’re precious to me, love. I don’t
want you to be hurt.”

She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then she said,
“That’s part of life, Zeke. I know you would never
intentionally hurt me. You have one of the gentlest souls I know.”

If she knew what he had done when he was younger, she wouldn’t
say that. He and Rory had done some nasty things in the name of
national security. Zeke knew she didn’t know much about his
work—or at least he thought she didn’t know.

“And, while I know you’re apprehensive if I can handle it
after...” she said nothing for a few seconds then drew in a
deep breath. “I’d rather have the memories than always
wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t the nerve to do
this.”

Again, she was honest, always. Sometimes painfully so, but he never
had to doubt her feelings on a subject. It was one of the many things
he loved about her.

“You know I love you, right?”

Her lips curved. “Yeah.”

He looked out and watched Rory again as he rode another wave in on
his boogie board.

“How did you two meet?” she asked

He glanced down at her. She had set her hat aside and he knew her
eyes were closed.

“Actually, Mum found him. He was trying to steal some food from
the grocery my Mum and stepda own. We were both about fifteen at the
time. Rory was none too happy with the situation, I will tell you
that.”

“What happened to his family?”

He sighed. “His mother…she had what I think was clinical
depression. She had mood swings. Rory doesn’t talk about it
much, but she took her own life.”

“Oh, that’s horrible. How old was he?”

“I think he was about eight. After that he was left with an
alcoholic father.”

She was quiet for a while then she said, “That’s why he
doesn’t drink.”

Zeke nodded, although he knew she was looking at him. “That and
the control issues he has. I’ll let you in on a little secret
about our boy. He can’t hold his liquor.

She chuckled. “Really? Like in one drink and he’s under
the table?”

“No, love, he’s on the table. Dancing. I hate to admit
that I love a stereotypical drunken Irishman on those nights.”

“But he doesn’t drink anymore.”

“Only when he gets mad. And I mean really fucking mad.”

“So, you’re mother caught him stealing. What happened
after that?”

“She dragged him into the house by his ear, sat him in the
kitchen and yelled at him. In English and French. Then she fed him.
Mum had a soft spot for bad boys.”

“It seems that her son has that trait.”

He smiled thinking about Rory. “Yeah.”

“And I guess I do too.”

“Yeah, I guess you do too. So, after she fed him, she told him
he would take the guest room and sleep. He was all skin and bones and
it was pretty evident he’d been living on the street. Rory
tried to leave. He thought Mum was a softie.”

When he didn’t go on, she groaned. “You Irishmen. Finish
the damned story.”

He chuckled. “Rory tried to take a few things, including a
silver frame of Mum and my Da. He got to the front door and found my
mother standing there.”

“Where was your stepfather?”

“In the kitchen brewing some tea. Mum ran the house, and he was
just standing by if needed.”

She sighed. “They sound wonderful.”

Zeke didn’t miss the wistful tone. Maura had lost both her
parents at a crucial time in a person’s life. His father died
when Zeke was young, but he’d had his mother. He didn’t
know how he would have turned out without her. At least she’d
had Conner.