Her Fantasy (3 page)

Beside her on the bed, Warren reached down and moved his fingers lightly over her clit, pushing her inner lips wide with two fingers as she descended on the erection beneath her. His fingers were slippery with juices and he spread it all over her, making her gasp with pleasure.
Then she felt his hand move behind her, between her buttocks, smoothing over her anus, circling it and gently easing it open. She braced herself and hung her head. Yes, she wanted to feel him there, pushing inside her back passage. Riding Joe more slowly, she pushed back onto his finger, tentatively.
“You want me there,” Warren whispered.
She nodded, and then the finger was gone and Warren was squatting on his haunches behind her, his naked chest against her back.
“I have lube,” he whispered against her ear. She heard the sounds of a condom being unwrapped, then the lube. He took her hips into his hands and held her steady. Her body was in chaos, but her overriding need was more penetration—Warren’s.
Joe lay beneath them, watching, waiting, his breath bated, his eyes glazed with lust. “You’re one hot lady.”
She stared down at him, and laughed incredulously when his eyebrows lifted suggestively.
Warren circled and eased his lubed finger into her anus, slowly opening her up, wetting her with the lube as he went. He penetrated her with the length of his finger, bit by bit, firmly delving his slick digit inside her.
Wild waves of sensation skittered over her whole body, her sphincter twitching against his finger, grasping at the hard intrusion. She clenched inside in response to that persistent finger, and Joe cried out because her sex had clenched, too.
“Christ, that feels good,” he said.
A rush of humiliation at being so exposed overcame her, making her close her eyes, but it was entwined with the deep pleasure of the foreign intrusion. She opened her eyes and saw that Joe was watching, his hands on her thighs, his eyes glistening with anticipation.
“Are you sure you want me there?” Warren asked her, his voice cool, controlled. “Can you take it, both of us?”
She groaned, unable to form words. She moved her hips on his hand.
“Yes?” he murmured, and she nodded her head, her hair trailing over her face as she swayed, intoxicated with the decadence of the moment, overwhelmed with shame at her secret fantasy to have two men inside her at once, shame that flooded her sex with juices when she was forced to admit that she did want it.
She whimpered, unsure what to do, but the two men guided her. Joe lifted his hips and thrust his hot cock deep inside her sex. She moaned with pleasure, instinctively bending over to kiss him. Joe’s hands locked around her back, his arms holding her down on him, squashing her breasts against his chest. His mouth covered hers and she felt his hands stroking her hair soothingly.
Warren had opened up her cleft and stroked it again, his fingers slick with lube. She wondered vaguely if it was going to be too much for her, and yet she had to know. Full with Joe’s cock, and focused on the prospect of more, she was wildly stimulated. Sheer lust pushed her through the vulnerability and apprehension that rose up. When she felt the head of his cock against her, her sphincter muscle clutched suddenly and then give up its resistance when he pulled her buttocks farther apart. She was open, exposed completely, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to about it.
Warren whispered her name over and over as he eased inside her, probing into her secret passage. A wild, hot sensation burst up through her pelvis and spine. She had a rush of panic, but it was fast replaced with a dark thrill when Warren pushed his cock in shallow thrusts. She was full, completely full and more.
With her hands clutched around Joe’s head, her mouth met his in between gasped breaths. It felt so thoroughly debauched, and yet it was what she wanted, complete fullness, right in to the depths of her soul, and each movement the men made sent shock waves through her whole body, leaving it shuddering and weak.
Her body went completely limp, and she was carried by each wave of sensation. Her hair was damp against her neck and Joe leaned into her throat, kissing the salt from her skin. Then Joe was panting loudly, his eyes glazed and his head stretched back, neck muscles corded as he let loose. She began to come, her mouth opening to unleash her cry of joy as she spasmed. Warren clung to her back, his cock jerking as he came.
For several long moments the room seemed to spin, and then she felt Warren withdraw and ease her upright, so that she could finally unfurl and stretch out between them. “Oh, dear,” she gasped, eventually, when she collapsed onto the bed. “I think I’ve lost contact with my legs.”
“That good, huh?” Warren said, chuckling as he rolled her onto the bed beside him. His expression was filled with possessive affection, and maybe even a little awe.
“You won’t be laughing when you have to carry me to the bathroom.”
Languorous, satiated, every part of her alive. She kissed his palm, and when Joe went to the bathroom, she kissed Warren’s mouth, long and hard, searchingly.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Am I?
she wondered. The erotic pleasures of the evening still swamped her senses and yet she watched him with curiosity. There was a small doubt deep inside her that could snowball—if she let it. Warren. Could she really live up to him? If he was a sexual adventurer, a true connoisseur of kink, would he be satisfied with an ongoing relationship with her, or would he move on? Did she have to guard her emotions here?
Weaving her fingers through his hair, she savored the feeling of it, and then ran her fingertips along the edge of his stark jaw, her thumb coming to rest on his soul patch. That thing inside her tightened deeper still and she wished it away, wanting only to savor this night, and not meet the doubts that came her way.

Chapter Five

When Warren awoke he heard the shower running, and the slightly off-key sound of Joe singing. Joe always sang in the shower, and it helped Warren place the occasion. He was in Norfolk, and that meant Anya was here.
He opened his eyes and found that she was already awake and watching him. She was right up against him, one arm around his neck, studying him. Joe had gone from behind her on the bed, where he had slept after they had chatted some and laughed about the nature of dangerous, forbidden sex, and drank more wine. Warren had barely been able to keep his eyes open, and he could tell that Joe was struggling, too, but Anya had needed to chat a while, to level them off.
Now it was the morning after.
When Anya smiled, Warren felt something give inside him. It was like a sense of relief. He had to face up to it—he was relieved to find her here in his arms, and that meant that he had got it bad. That wasn’t supposed to happen. In fact, this was supposed to fend it off.
“What time is it?”
“Six. Joe said he has to be back in London before noon.”
“Ah, yes.”
Anya watched him with a curious, almost objective look in her eyes. That made him uneasy. The singing stopped and a moment later Joe wandered into the bedroom, a too-small towel tied around his hips.
“You’re flashing,” Warren commented.
Joe grinned and shrugged. “Nothing you haven’t seen already, right.” He dropped the towel and reached for his clothing.
Warren sidled a look at Anya. She watched Joe pull gear out of his overnight bag and dress, a lazily naughty look in her eyes. Sensing his attention, she met Warren’s gaze and lifted one eyebrow.
“Hey, if you two ever want to do this again,” Joe said as he secured his belt on his jeans, “just call me.”
Anya chuckled.
“If you’re due in London at noon, you better get a move on. You’re going to be late.” Warren balled a T-shirt that was lying nearby and threw it at him.
Joe dodged it and shrugged. “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Warren wrapped his arm around Anya’s waist.
“We’ll keep it in mind, Joe, thanks for being there,” Anya said.
Joe smiled her way. “It was my pleasure, really.” He stepped over to her side of the bed, lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he looked straight at Warren. “She’s very special, Warren, don’t mess this one up.”
“Get lost,” Warren said, as jovially as he could manage.
“I’m serious. Take my advice and don’t be an idiot over this, you make a great couple.”
“Joe, you’re not helping, really.” Warren shot him a warning look, but Joe was on his way.
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving, but think about what I said. Have fun. I’ll see you back in London.”
After Joe had finally gone, Anya rolled to face Warren. She poked him rudely in the chest with one determined finger. “So, you didn’t think Joe was helping, huh?”
“Well, no.” This felt awkward. He frowned.
“So why did you do this?” She fixed him with a mock-serious stare.
“Do what?”
“Bring Joe in.”
Warren felt hemmed in, because his reasons had gotten more complex over the last few days. Confused, he shrugged against the pillow with one shoulder, running his fingers over the outline of her breast. He wanted to make love to her, stake his own private claim on her, and soon. “I told you, it was because I heard it was your fantasy and I want to make you happy.”
“Yes.” Her eyes narrowed. “That’s what you said.” With a deep breath, she pulled away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed, facing away from him. “But there has to be another reason, a reason for you.” She glanced back over her shoulder.
“No,” he lied.
“Do you do this all the time? Is that why you wanted me, because you heard my fantasy?”
Eyebrows lifting, he shook his head. “No, I have done it in the past, but this was for you.”
She pulled away and stood up, looking around the room for her clothes. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Warren whispered her name, and then he realized she looked as if she were getting ready to leave and he was out of the bed and beside her, his hands on her shoulders. He turned her to face him. “Anya? What is it?”
She shrugged, and then glanced back at the empty bed. “Maybe I need some space. This last twenty-four hours has been pretty intense.”
Warren frowned, dread swamping him. Had he done the wrong thing? “I thought you wanted…to try something like this.”
“I did, but to be honest I’m confused now.” She looked back at him. She stared up at him for the longest moment. “Warren, was it a test?”
“Test?” He shook his head, drawing her against him and refusing to acknowledge the unwilling tension in her body. “No, please don’t think that. I thought you were okay with this. I wouldn’t even have brought the subject up, if you hadn’t indicated you were up for it.”
“I was up for it, I just…” She paused, her forehead wrinkling. “I’m just not quite sure why
you
did it. Why you wanted it. Back in the restaurant that first night you were evasive about your fantasy, you said there was so many reasons. I want to know what your real reason is.”
He took a deep breath. If she were going to walk away, he had nothing to lose but his pride. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. I wanted you so badly that I hung on every word when others were talking about you. But you were with someone, and even when that was over I couldn’t risk it. You might have been on the rebound. I couldn’t risk that. I wanted to be with you but I needed to guard myself. Look, okay, Joe was here to keep this light, not just for you but also for me.”
It seemed to hit her hard. “You did this because of you?”
“Wary of getting too close,” he responded hoarsely, and stroked her hair. The words tumbled on. “Wary of wanting you too much when you might not be ready for a full relationship. It’s still soon after you split up with Andrew. Lorie worried about you being on the rebound.”
Anya gave a disbelieving laugh. “Seriously, you thought I was on the rebound?”
“Yes. I thought you were going to go back to him. Imminently. Lorie said…Lorie warned me that you’d been speaking to him on the phone while I was away.”
He almost didn’t want to hear her reply, but when he saw her expression soften and her eyes glisten, hope got a hold of him.
She gave a sigh of relief, and her shoulders lost some of their tension. “It all falls into place now.” She shook her head. “Warren, I am not on the rebound. I was speaking to him on the phone because he asked me to give it another go and I told him no, that I’ve fallen for someone else and that man is the one I want to be with…you,
you
are the one I want to be with.”
He stared at her silently, unable to process that information for the longest moment.
Anya reached up and linked her hands around his neck. “I think we both listen to the idle chatter in the office a bit too much. I think maybe we’d be better off talking to each other, instead.”
He smiled. “You think?”
She nodded.
Why did he feel like an idiot? “Wait, does that mean you didn’t want a threesome?”
“I did, and I enjoyed living out the fantasy, but what I want most of all in this world is time with you. Perhaps I shouldn’t say this, but it was because of the way I had started to feel about you that I had to make the break with Andrew.”
At first, he couldn’t quite take it in. But she looked so sincere, and she locked eyes with him, pushing her point home. His hands went to her hips, drawing her in against him. “I had no idea. If I’d known, boy, I’d have been there weeks ago.”
Her expression broke into a smile, but her eyes glistened. “Warren, I’m crazy about you. Rebound was never an issue here.”
“God, that sounds so good, good like you wouldn’t believe.” He closed on her, cupping her face. “The threesome was hot because I love to see you.”
“It was a hell off a way to kick of a relationship.” Her eyes twinkled. “We’ll always have Norfolk.”
“We will. I love watching you when you are aroused. In fact I decided a video camera might be the answer to that one. When you move in with me, a good video cam is a must, and Joe isn’t included on the invite.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “When I move in with you?”
“You will, won’t you?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Think about it quickly, please.”
“Just me, not me and Joe?” Her eyes twinkled.
“Just you,” he reiterated.
“Poor Joe,” she teased.
“Poor Joe nothing, he’s had a taste of a good woman, he knows what to look for now and he can go find his own.”
“He could visit occasionally.” She winked.
She was going to keep him on his toes, he could tell that. “Oh, so you did like it.”
“It was an experience I’ll never forget, for which I thank you. And now that I understand why you did it, it means even more to me. Thank you, Warren.” She stared at him, and then she chuckled. “Video camera, huh?”
“You object?”
“No, I’m intrigued.”
“Good. I always thought you were secretly kinky.”
“And there was me blaming you.” She kissed him, lacing her fingers tighter behind his neck, capturing him to her.
“We understand each other a bit better now?”
“Yes, we do, and with a little help from Joe, we got there.”
There was humor in her voice, but she was right, adding Joe to the equation had been meant to keep the relationship from getting deep. Instead, it had stripped back the layers, and fast, showing how much they needed each other, not allowing them to hedge the conversation any longer. “Yes, with a little help from Joe.”
Cupping the back of her head, he looked at her soft lips, before lowering his head to kiss her. Her mouth gave way to his and he wanted to drown in her, to hold her close in his arms all day and all night long.
“Shower,” she said as they drew apart, and she took his hand and led him in the direction of the bathroom.
“Have you thought about it yet, moving in with me?” He reached in and turned on the faucet.
“Yes.”
“Does that mean yes you’ve thought about it, or yes—”
She put her finger to his lips. “Yes, Warren, I will move in with you.”
“Good, now let’s shower.” He bent to kiss her again. “And then I want breakfast in bed, and
you
are the breakfast in bed that I want.”
When she smiled up at him, her eyes glowing, he knew for sure that this really was just the beginning. They were both here for the long and happy haul.