Finding Her Fantasy (15 page)

Jon pulled away and glanced down at her now-swollen nipples. “Just perfect for what
I have in mind,” he murmured before turning away and digging something out of the
nightstand drawer.

Erik pulled her against his chest, keeping her hands clasped at the small of her back.
His body heat warmed her already overheated flesh. When Jon turned, and she saw the
nipple clamps in his hand, she stiffened and tried to break her hands free.

Erik tightened his fingers on her wrists. “Stay still, Melinda,” Erik commanded.

Despite her nervousness, she froze and watched as Jon came to stand before her again.

He brushed the back of his finger over her nipple, and she shivered. Watching her
through his lashes, he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the sensitive
nub. As his tongue flicked over it, she sighed and dropped her head back against Erik’s
chest.

Erik dipped his head and kissed the side of her neck, making the butterflies in her
stomach flutter like mad. Jon let go of her nipple and replaced his mouth with the
clamp. She winced at the burning pressure as Jon turned to repeat the move on her
other nipple.

Once both clamps were in place, the burning soon turned to an aching pleasure, accentuated
by the lustful approval shining in Jon’s eyes. To have one man look at her like that
was amazing—two was downright heady.

Jon thought at one time that he might step aside for Erik, but now he wasn’t so sure.
Seeing her standing before Erik, her hands imprisoned behind her back, her breasts
swollen and aching for his touch, her eyes half-closed in desire as Erik nibbled along
the side of her throat. She was beautiful, and the last thing he wanted to do was
step aside.

He used the tip of his finger to circle her nipple. Melinda jerked and moaned as her
breathing became shallower. Watching her body, he slid his finger between her breasts
and down the center of her stomach to the top of her mound. Her hips jutted outward,
seeking his touch.

Unable to deny her what she wanted, he pushed his hand between her legs and slid his
fingers through the juices that coated her pussy.

“Mmm,” Jon crooned. “Feel how wet she is, Erik.”

Erik added his hand from behind and they both teased her with their fingers.

“Nice and wet,” Erik murmured in her ear.

Melinda cried out and fell back against Erik. She worked her hips in time with their
thrusts, her swollen lips parted as her sighs filled the room with the sounds of her
pleasure.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Erik whispered, and they both removed their hands.

“No,” she whined.

Jon couldn’t help but smile. She was so damn cute when she pouted.

He used the ball of his thumb to pull her lower lip down and out of the pout. “I have
a better idea for those sexy lips of yours.”

She opened her eyes and stared up at him.

“I have a little come on the tip of my cock. Drop to your knees and lick it away.”

Melinda licked her tongue across her lower lip, wetting it as she dropped to her knees.
Erik went with her, keeping her hands clasped behind her back. Jon gripped his cock
at the base and forced it outward, putting the tip right at her mouth.

She watched him as she licked her tongue over and around the head, wiping away the
cream that leaked from the opening. When the tip of her tongue dipped inside the small
slit, Jon groaned.

“Damn that felt good,” he growled. “Take it all in your mouth.”

Her lips parted, and he pushed his cock inside. Her mouth closed around him and her
tongue—oh God, her tongue—nearly sent him to his knees. He kept his hand at the base,
careful to not lose control and choke her with it. He was that close.

As he pulled back, she sucked, and he could swear he felt it clear in his balls. With
one hand, he grabbed a handful of hair and pushed forward till the tip of his cock
hit the back of her throat. Her eyes went wide for a split second just before she
swallowed.

Jon groaned and pulled back, removing his cock from her warm mouth. “I gotta stop
before she makes me come.”

Erik snickered and turned her chin so she could see him over her shoulder. “I liked
watching you do that, sweetheart.”

As he lowered his hand, he brushed it over the nipple clamps. Melinda gasped and jerked,
a movement that may have signified pain to someone else, but Jon could see the pleasure
written clearly on her flushed face. He couldn’t wait to get her sandwiched between
them.

*

Melinda felt as though she would shatter at any moment. Every inch of her body felt
like it could ignite in flames.

“Please,” she whispered.

Erik smiled and brushed his fingers down the side of her cheek. “Grab a couple of
condoms, Jon. Our pretty little Mel wants to be fucked.”

Melinda trembled at how he talked dirty. She liked the way his voice dropped an octave,
going even deeper.

Jon opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out two condoms and a tube of lube. Melinda
watched in fascination as he sheathed his rod with the condom and lube and then passed
the other condom to Erik. She couldn’t wait to get him inside her. She wanted them
so bad her entire body tingled with need.

Jon moved to sit on the bed as Erik helped her to her feet. “Go over to the bed and
put your back to him,” Erik ordered.

Melinda frowned, thinking she should straddle him instead, but didn’t question him
as she moved to do as he said. Jon grabbed her around the waist and tugged her down.
When she felt him probe the entrance to her ass with the head of his cock, she had
a moment of trepidation and tried to stand back up.

Jon’s hand tightened on her waist, not letting her.

“Jon,” she said, almost in a panic.

Erik appeared before her and cupped her face in his hands. “Look at me, Mel,” he murmured.

She turned wide, slightly frightened eyes toward him.

“Remember the other night when you had me and the toy?” he asked. “Remember how good
that felt?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“This will feel good, too. I promise,” he whispered and then covered her lips with
his.

His tongue invaded her mouth, swallowing her cries just as Jon pressed into the tight
opening of her anus. At first the pressure burned, stretching her almost too wide,
but as his cock slid along her channel, stroking nerves from the opposite side, the
pain morphed into a pleasure that nearly sent her over the edge.

With a groan, Jon bent his head and bit her shoulder. “Damn, I’m not going to last
long, Erik. If you want to do this, you need to do it now.”

Jon fell to his back, pulling Melinda with him. She gave a little squeal as Erik grabbed
her ankles and lifted them over his shoulders. Her fingers fisted into the covers
at Jon’s waist as Erik pressed the head of his cock into her pussy entrance.

Her first thought as his thick girth stretched her painfully wide was this wasn’t
going to work. He was too big. They were too much. Even as he pressed forward, filling
her inch by inch, she questioned whether she would survive it. She closed her eyes
and focused on her orgasm the other night—how the toy made her pussy channel tighter
and his cock rub more firmly against her walls, stimulating her G-spot to the point
she thought she might die.

It had felt so good.

As he pressed deeper, his upright position put his cock at just the right angle for
it to really rub against that overly sensitive spot at the top of her channel. Every
stroke of his thick head along that spot made her jerk and quiver with rapture beyond
anything she’d felt before.

“That’s it, baby,” Erik drawled. “Just a little more.”

As he said it, he pressed deep, nearly taking the very breath from her lungs. Held
tight, immobile and speared, she couldn’t move, could hardly breathe. The flickering
light from the candles began to waver across Erik’s chest. She felt like she was floating
in and out of reality—in and out of consciousness.

Erik began to move slowly as Jon’s hips jerked beneath her in tandem to Erik’s movement.
Melinda moaned and undulated as best as she could, lying on Jon the way she was.

“Damn, she’s tight,” Erik snarled as his thrusts came faster and harder.

“Oh God, oh God,” she panted as she felt herself building closer and closer to release.

Her body tightened, her pussy clenched around Erik’s invading shaft just as her ass
tightened around Jon’s. Everything in the room began to tilt as her oncoming orgasm
spiraled higher. The second it exploded, she screamed as every inch of her flesh seemed
to ignite. Erik pumped faster and rubbed his thumb across her clit.

Her body tightened as another round of pleasure centered around that bud sent her
screaming into a dark abyss, just as Erik lost himself to his own release and Jon
joined him, spilling his own seed deep in her ass.

*

“She passed out,” Erik murmured tiredly as he reluctantly pulled free of her tight
pussy.

God, she felt so damn good, he hated to leave her, but he needed to get her off Jon.

“I’m not sure I didn’t as well, at least for a second,” Jon mumbled.

Erik snickered as he pulled Melinda off Jon. “Move so I can lie her down.”

Jon groaned and rolled to his side. Erik laid Melinda on the sheets and climbed into
the bed beside her. Jon snuggled up to her on the other side after disposing of his
condom.

“I think I could get used to this,” Jon said as he kissed the back of Melinda’s shoulder
and pulled her body close to his chest.

Erik rested on his side and brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes with the
tip of his finger. She looked so peaceful right now. It amazed him just how right
the three of them felt together. They really needed to talk, get their feelings out
in the open. All of them. He needed to see where Melinda stood on all this before
they went any further—before he lost anymore of his heart to her than he already had.

With a sigh, he dropped his hand and just watched Melinda sleep. Her brother Marcus
was going to have a fucking field day with this.

* * * *

Melinda awoke slowly. The area behind her eyes pounded mercilessly, and her stomach
rolled with nausea. She winced at the dryness in her mouth and tried to make sense
of the images flashing through her mind.

Men dressed in black, glass shattering, her own scream as Erik was thrown backward
with the force of a bullet ripping into his chest. Jon lying across the bed, his own
torso covered in blood.

She’d fought hard against the men trying to pull her away from Jon’s lifeless body.
She caught one of them in the nose with the flat of her hand, and one in the shin
with her foot, injuring her own toe in the process. Pain raced up her leg, but she
ignored it as she fought for her freedom and what she believed was her life.

Someone from behind her had covered her mouth with a rag. She coughed and gagged on
the scent of chloroform as it filled her nose and lungs.

Had it all been a dream?

She cracked her eyes open and stared around the darkened room with growing fear. It
had all been real. She was no longer at the beach house. The images of Jon and Erik
again flowed through her mind, and she softly sobbed. Were they dead?

Her first thought was to wallow in self-pity and cry her eyes out for the two men
who’d come to mean so much to her in such a short amount of time. She wanted to curl
up in a ball and just draw in on herself. She wanted to throw up.

She wiggled and tried to bring her arms around and hug herself, but she couldn’t.
Her breath caught as she realized she’d been tied up, unable to move. She opened her
eyes again and tried to get a better look at the dark room.

She sat in a chair; a small desk was against the wall. The room was dirty and old.
There was a slight damp smell to the air. She was allergic to mold, and she could
already feel the headache building between her temples, adding to the pounding pain
behind her eyes from the chloroform.

One small window took up the far wall. Shades were drawn over it, blocking out most
of the light. She glanced down and noticed with a wince that she was still naked.
Her ankles were also tied to the leg of the chair.

This had to be Clark, but who were the men he’d sent and what did he have planned
for her?

Erik stalked angrily down the hall, shoving his arms into a clean shirt as he went.
His shoulder ached from the small bullet that had pierced through the flesh, but at
least the bleeding had stopped.

He and Jon had both been shot with tranquilizer bullets. Small BB sized pellets designed
to knock you out instantly. And they had. He figured they’d been out about six hours.

He walked into his office and tossed Jon a clean shirt. The Belize police constable
had arrived as well as several other men, both on the force and off. They had Marcus
on Skype from the States as they coordinated a plan while a security team set up to
do a trace, just in case Clark called Marcus.

In truth, they were counting on it. Right now, it was the only way they would have
to track him.

“What the hell happened?” Marcus asked as Erik came into view of the monitor. “You
were supposed to be keeping her safe!”

“There were six of them and they took us by surprise while we were sleeping. Who would’ve
thought the asswipe would go hire a mercenary team?” Erik snapped. “I feel enough
guilt about this to begin with, Marcus. Don’t start.”

Marcus snarled and sat back in his chair. “So what now? We just wait for him to call?”

Erik sighed. “I don’t know what else to do. We have no idea where they went. We can’t
even describe the men; it happened too fast.”

“There’s no telling what he might do to her,” Marcus said.

Erik sighed and paced off camera. His gut hurt it was so tense with worry. If anything
happened to her, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Hell, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t
kill the guy as it was just for taking her.