Finding Her Fantasy (11 page)

He grabbed her elbow and pulled her upright before turning her to face him. She leaned
back against the counter, unsure her legs would continue to hold her up.

Erik had a hunger in his eyes that set her on fire. She’d never had a man look at
her like that. Never had a man make her feel this sexy, this desirable. His gaze raked
down her body, and she trembled beneath his searing gaze.

“Oh, yeah,” he growled as he adjusted the hem of the shirt. “I think I definitely
like that. It’s sexy. Especially those legs.” He ran his palm up the outside of her
thigh, then around to her ass, where he gave it a harsh squeeze.

Melinda drew in a sharp breath, forcing herself to keep from wrapping her legs around
him and rubbing herself along the ridge of his thick cock. No doubt about it. Erik
didn’t do anything half-assed and that included seduction.

Erik again turned her to face the mirror. As she watched through the glass, he pulled
out a comb and began to smooth the tangles out of her hair. It was sweet and incredibly
sexy all at the same time. Or maybe it was just because she was already so aroused
that it seemed sexy.

At the moment she wasn’t sure she cared. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and dipped
her head back as the comb slowly slid through her curls.

“Grooming me?” she asked softly.

She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her through the mirror.

“Are you getting impatient?” he asked.

“Maybe a little.”

Her nipples poked through the thin shirt, making it quite obvious just what his touch
did to her. He set the comb aside and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He
pulled her against his hard chest, the thickness of his cock pressed into her hip,
sending a shiver of delight up her spine. She wanted to wiggle, but he held her too
tight for her to move.

She watched in the mirror as his other hand disappeared under the shirt and cupped
her aching pussy. She moaned and sagged against his chest, anxious to feel his fingers
moving over her, inside her. His fingers slid through her cream, smearing it between
her labia before he moved to the plug. With a gentle tug, he wiggled it, making her
gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure.

“I want you to walk to the upper veranda, facing the beach,” he whispered. “Then bend
over the railing. Lift your shirt so I can see your ass and pussy and wait for me
there.”

Melinda nodded, shocked at how such a softly spoken command could make her want to
do his bidding. She moved away from him and headed down the hall toward the veranda.
She could feel him behind her, watching, and the knowledge sent a little thrill through
her.

She hardly noticed the cold wood floor against her feet, but she definitely felt the
plug with every step she took. She could also feel the heat of Erik’s stare as she
moved through the doors and out onto the veranda. With sure purpose and wobbly knees,
she walked over to the railing. She gripped it and spread her legs shoulder-width
apart. Reaching behind as she bent forward, she lifted the shirt so that her ass and
pussy could be seen.

The warm tropical breeze blew across her mound, sending sharp currents of need to
her womb. The smell of the salty ocean filled her lungs as she drew in deep breaths
to calm her burning flesh. Where was he? Why wasn’t he behind her, getting ready to
take her?

She chanced a glance over her shoulder and spotted him by the table, naked. The sight
of his engorged cock as he rolled on a condom made her pussy clench.

“I didn’t tell you to turn around,” he said softly, but with a bite Melinda didn’t
miss.

She quickly turned back to the ocean and waited. With every passing second her body
ached more. Footsteps sounded behind her, and she pushed against the railing, forcing
her ass back and up. Just the anticipation of his touch was enough to make her pant.

She felt his palms smooth over her hips, and she shivered.

“Wider,” he commanded.

Melinda spread her legs immediately, her limbs now shaking with anticipation.

He dropped to one knee and softly kissed one ass cheek and then the other. Melinda
sighed and wrapped her fingers tighter around the railing, so tight her knuckles turned
white.

When his tongue licked through the cream coating her slit, she pressed herself into
his face and groaned. His mouth felt so good against her aching pussy, but she wanted
more. Needed more.

Erik came to his feet and bent over her back. The feel of his warm flesh next to hers
sent her tingling nerves into overdrive. The hairs of his leg tickled the back of
hers, making her inside tingle and the muscles around the plug suck at the toy.

His hand fisted in her hair and tugged her head back so he could whisper in her ear.
“I’m gonna fuck this pussy till you scream.”

Still holding onto her hair, he stood straight and positioned the head of his cock
at her entrance.

Melinda, unable to wait any longer, pressed back, forcing his girth into her channel.
They both moaned as he pressed even deeper, filling her beyond what she thought she
could take. With a gasp, she tried to pull away. His size plus the toy was too much.

Erik gripped her hip and growled, “Hold still.”

Melinda immediately froze.

He released his grip on her hair and used both hands to gently massage her ass. His
thumbs moved lower, stroking the area between her pussy entrance and ass.

“Relax, baby. You can take me and the toy.”

Melinda moaned and dropped her head against the railing. The exposure of being outside
where anyone could see, the feel of him inside her, touching her, all of it was incredibly
overwhelming. The toy, despite the fact it wasn’t that big, still felt huge inside
her ass as he very gently pressed his cock even deeper.

“Mmm, nice and tight,” he murmured in a deep, sexy timbre that sent her heart pounding
almost out of control.

He pistoned in inch by inch, filling her with his thick, hard cock. She groaned and
began to work her hips with his, meeting his thrusts and taking even more of him.
Soon pain and discomfort gave way to blinding pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Just a little more.”

He pressed forward again, and she felt his balls press against her pussy. She knew
then he was balls deep, that she’d taken every last inch.

“Damn you feel good,” he purred as he rocked his hips against her, keeping his cock
deep, allowing her body to become accustomed to the dual invasion.

Without warning, he pulled back, almost all the way out, then pressed back in. Not
hard, but slow, letting her feel every inch of his thick shaft as he fucked her. Melinda
shivered and pressed her hips back. A loud groan echoed through her ears and was carried
away on the wind. Had that been her?

He held still deep inside her again, then tugged at the plug in her ass. Melinda gasped
at the shocking pleasure of him moving the plug in and out. He pressed it deep again,
then pulled his cock almost all the way out before sliding into her slowly.

“Oh God,” she said with a sigh as he pressed deep.

He bent over her once more and tugged her head up by her hair. Melinda trembled at
the slight pain of him pulling her hair, the way he bent her neck backward so he could
whisper in her ear.

“Are you ready for me to fuck this pussy?” he asked.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yes.”

He stood straight, his hand still gripping her hair, and began to pound into her so
hard, she had to grip the railing for support. Every thrust sent her soaring, pushed
her even closer to the edge of release. His grunts of pleasure mingled with her cries
and the sound of the ocean as it slapped against the sand.

At that moment she didn’t care who heard her, who saw her. All she cared about was
the way he felt moving inside her, the way he roughly fucked her, the way he made
her scream for more.

Her release built fast and strong. She tried to fight it off, to prolong it, but her
body wouldn’t listen. She screamed and scattered a flock of birds that had landed
in a nearby tree to enjoy the show.

Her body shattered anew with every thrust of his cock. He slowed slightly and moaned.
“I can feel the throbs in your walls suck at me. I like that feeling.”

Melinda moaned and worked her hips with his, shocked at how his deep voice could make
her so hot.

“I want to feel it again.” He reached around and pinched her clit. With a gasp, she
found herself falling once more. “Come for me again, Mel. I want to feel that pussy
suck my cock as I explode along with you.”

His words finished her off, and she heard herself screaming as a second orgasm raced
through her. Behind her, he growled and pressed deep. The throbs in his cock vibrated
along her walls, making her tremble.

Sighing, she dropped her head back to the railing. She wasn’t sure she could move
much less stand up. Erik gripped her hips and slowly pumped his cock in and out, as
though stroking her inner walls. He stopped and smoothed his hands over her ass before
bending and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

She’d never had sex that good. She’d never come twice. What the hell would she do
when she left here? Oh God. What had her brother done?

“Erik?” she whispered, although truthfully she was unsure what she was going to say.

She needed to go home? She needed to get away from him before she fell in love with
him? She’d been vulnerable. She was vulnerable. All of this was too much for her right
now. Wasn’t it? Or was it just the sex talking? The afterglow of an incredible orgasm?

“Shhh,” Erik whispered. “I know, Mel. But don’t over think it right now.”

* * * *

Melinda awoke the next morning feeling much better about things. She wasn’t in love
with Erik. It was just the incredible sex that had her so emotional. She would be
stupid to fall in love with any man after what happened to her. How could she know
they weren’t after her money? Not to mention they were probably just doing this as
a favor to her brother. Marcus believed she needed a week or two of incredible sex
and that’s what they were giving her. She would be smart to remember that.

After a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table, she threw the covers off and
jumped into the shower. She’d spent at least part of the night wrapped in Erik’s arms.
At some point she’d thought she’d heard voices and rolled over to see Jon standing
over the bed speaking softly to Erik.

She’d expected him to join them, but instead he’d winked at her and then left, leaving
her alone to cuddle with Erik. Seconds later she’d fallen back asleep. She couldn’t
remember the last time she’d had such a peaceful night’s sleep.

After showering, she dried off and headed naked through the halls. It had become easier,
and her confidence had even grown a little. She walked with her head up now instead
of her shoulders slumped. She supposed she had at least that to thank them for before
she left.

The thought of leaving sent a sharp pain through her rib cage, but she brushed it
off. She was not falling in love with Jon and Erik. Yes, they were rich—unbelievably
rich—so why would they want or need her money? She’d known them a while, and she supposed
she trusted them, but…

No! Stop! It’s just sex. It’s just for fun. Period.

With a nod to reaffirm her determination, she strolled toward the outdoor kitchen,
following the smell of bacon and coffee. Her stomach rumbled as the scents filled
the air, reminding her just how long it had been since she’d eaten anything.

She stepped through the doors and into the warm tropical breezes that flowed up from
the ocean. Bright morning sunshine glittered over the waves, turning the water a gorgeous
shade of blue. She had a sudden desire to run into those waves and soak up the warm
sunshine.

She’d been so wrapped up in the scenery she didn’t notice Jon before he walked up
behind her and slapped her on the ass. She jumped and squealed before turning to glare
at him. Erik’s chuckle floated across the breeze from the other end of the table while
Jon just grinned and walked over to take his seat.

“Morning, love,” Jon said with a smile as he sat down. “Better eat up. I think Erik
was planning on taking you shopping today.”

Her mood instantly picked up. “Shopping?”

Erik smiled. “Why is it the mention of shopping can always lighten a woman’s mood?”

“Because women love to shop, especially if the man is paying,” she replied as she
took her seat and began to fill her plate. “Which I’m assuming after all the torture
you’ve put me through, you will be.”

Jon snickered. “Did I tell you, Erik, that I misplaced my wallet the other day?”

“You have cash,” Erik reminded him. “The torture is half yours, after all, so therefore
the bill is half yours.”

“And I have very expensive taste,” Melinda teased as she placed a bite of pineapple
on her tongue.

She smiled as she chewed, looking forward to an afternoon spent shopping. She wasn’t
really going to make them pay for everything. Why should she when she had her own
money, but she couldn’t resist teasing them.

Melinda strolled through the streets of Belize City between Erik and Jon, enjoying
the warm, late-morning sunshine. She’d already found two dresses, a lovely piece of
art she’d had sent back home, and a gorgeous amethyst bracelet.

When Erik had pulled out his credit card at the first store to pay, she’d shook her
head and pulled out her own. When he’d looked at her in question, she’d shrugged and
whispered it was too much like paying her for sex. He’d nodded in understanding and
put his card away.

She knew he hadn’t intended it that way, but still. She felt better paying for things
herself.

Jon pointed toward a coffee shop just a half block away. Melinda smiled and followed
him toward the small shop with tables lined outside on the sidewalk. They each took
a seat and slid their packages under the table.