Five Exotic Fantasies: Love in Reverse, Book 3 (40 page)

Felix chuckled. “What a shame all men don’t have the same skill, eh?”

She groaned as the vibrations spread through her, arousing her wet and swollen skin. “Oh God…”

“Let the sensations take you, baby.” He started to pay attention to her nipples again as Liam gave long, slow thrusts.

Coco did as he told her and gave herself over to the sensations threading through her. It felt amazing, and she quivered with erotic pleasure as Liam continued to move, sliding against her ultra-sensitive skin with such ease she knew she must be incredibly wet.

Her orgasm hovered, but just as before, Felix sighed and said, “Sorry, honey, looks like he can’t last the distance either,” and Liam shuddered and came inside her, stilling for a final moment before withdrawing and leaving her empty.

She let out her breath in a rush, aching and desperate for fulfilment. “Now you?” she asked hopefully.

But Felix wasn’t finished yet. “Sorry. There’s one more guy who wants his turn with you.”

She lay with thudding heart, waiting to see what he’d come up with this time.

“This guy’s big,” he said, moving closer to her. “Taller than me. Huge guy. He’s undressing now, and…fuck me. His cock’s huge.”

Her heart pounded and she licked her lips. “Felix…”

“I’m not sure you can take all of him,” he said, voice husky again. He was getting turned on. “Are you sure you want to try?”

She strained against her ties, nervous and excited at the same time. “I don’t know…”

“His name’s Carl. He wants to get inside you.” He kissed her cheek. “He can see you open and glistening, ready for him. He’s desperate to slide into you.” He kissed her mouth, deep and hungry, and she moaned, dissolving into nothing except nerve endings and sensitive skin and sensation.

“Okay,” she whispered when he finally raised his head.

“Good girl.” He kissed her again, claiming her mouth as Carl pressed into her.

She murmured as the tip slid between her folds. She could feel already the size of his erection, bigger than Felix. She couldn’t take it, surely. This was too much.

He pushed forward, slowly, one or two inches, stretching her and waiting for her to accommodate.
Fuck, he’s big.
She couldn’t do it.

She moaned against Felix’s mouth, half-protesting.

Felix lifted his head. “Okay?” he murmured.

“I don’t know,” she said breathlessly, not sure.

“Want me to stop?”

Against her will, her internal muscles tightened around the tip of the man inside her, and she groaned. The feeling was unbelievably erotic. God help her, but she didn’t want him to stop. “No. But…slowly,” she whispered.

“Of course. Just relax.” Felix planted small kisses around her mouth. “I promise you, you’ll enjoy it.” He lifted his head to watch her as Carl continued to slide forward.

She moaned and arched her back, and he stopped. Felix kissed her again, waiting for her to adjust, and gradually she relaxed back into the mattress.

Then Carl pushed forward again, sliding easily into her moistness, burying his huge, thick erection inside her until he’d pushed in right to the hilt.

She gasped, shocked at the size of him, feeling him all the way up. Everything clenched around him, and she moaned again, overwhelmed at feeling so stretched.

“Okay, baby?” Felix murmured.

She moistened her lips. “Yes.”

“Good. Relax.” Felix kissed down her throat to her breasts, and she did her best to obey and accommodate the man inside her. Gradually, as Felix licked and sucked her nipples and she grew used to the feeling of being so tight, her muscles loosened, softening around the huge erection. As she relaxed, so he slid deeper in, until she felt him press right against her womb. The sensation of being so full was amazing.

Felix raised his head and observed her as Carl pulled out, teased her entrance a few times, then slid in again. She moaned and arched again, full to the brim, desperate for him, wanting more.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Felix growled, kissing down her throat, sucking hungrily at her skin. “I’m going to watch him fuck you now, are you ready?”

“Yes, God, yes, please…”

He dropped his mouth to her breast and she exclaimed as he sucked hard on her nipple, while Carl began to move inside her, stretching her and then withdrawing time and time again. She couldn’t do anything but let him have his way, completely at his mercy. He filled her repeatedly, and she moaned again and again, unable to believe she was being so soundly screwed.

Her orgasm began to build, driven by the sensations of the man who plunged deeper each time until she felt so full she was going to burst at the seams.

The climax swept over her suddenly, and her body stiffened, making her squeal out loud as her muscles contracted around the man inside her. She’d never had an orgasm like it, and the pulses went on and on, waves of pleasure rolling over her until eventually they died down and she lay back, throbbing and exhausted.

Carl slid out of her and she moaned at the sensation, disappointed at the feeling of emptiness. Felix leaned on her, covering her face with kisses.

“Was that nice?” he murmured.

“Yes…” She couldn’t say anything else, too exhausted and sated to form a coherent thought.

“Good.” He kissed her for a while, then moved down to her breasts and teased her nipples. She lay limply, letting him do whatever he wanted. She was spent—she’d never be able to come again. Part of her was disappointed—she’d wanted him inside her. But she could hardly complain. He’d just given her an orgasm the like of which she’d never known existed. And two in one night was more than enough.

But Felix appeared to have other ideas. He played with her nipples for a while, then kissed down her stomach, and then he shifted and lay between her legs. Before she could protest, he buried his mouth in her. She complained, squirming, embarrassed that she must be soaking wet and swollen, but he held her tightly around the legs and forced her to lie still, and in the end all she could do was let him kiss her.

And unbelievably, once again pleasurable sensations began to spiral within her.
Surely not…
She couldn’t come again, could she? But he teased her with his tongue, flicking her clit and plunging his tongue inside her, and soon she was panting, writhing against him, desperate for release once more.

Felix lifted himself up and moved on top of her. There was a brief rustle of paper, and then he lowered himself down.

She stopped him with a murmur of protest just before he entered her. “Felix…”

He kissed her. “What, sweetheart?”

“Can you take the blindfold off?”

He hesitated. Then he lifted off her. She felt his fingers at her ankles, loosening the ties, then at her wrists, releasing her. He moved back on top of her before finally sliding the blindfold off her eyes.

She blinked. He was looking into her eyes, his brown ones filled with such affection and desire that it made her want to cry.

She turned her head and glanced around the room. As she’d suspected, they were alone, and as she watched, Felix flicked a button on the remote lying on the bed and the voices and cheers of the men ceased to leave the music, and it was just the two of them.

She met his eyes again. “That was amazing.”

“Was?” He kissed her. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

She scored her nails down his back, enjoying his answering shiver. “You know what I mean. Thank you for…everything.”

“You’re very welcome.” He moved his hips and she felt him push into her folds. She lifted her hips, and he slid inside her.

“Oh…” She stretched out beneath him, filled with contentment at the feel of him all the way up.

“Hopefully you’re not disappointed after Carl.” He chuckled and kissed her.

She returned the kiss dreamily. “Not at all.” This was what she wanted. This man had taken the time to bring her fantasy to life in a way only he could have done.

She couldn’t believe he was going on Monday. This would probably be the last time they would make love. The thought hit her like a sledgehammer, making her heart thump behind her ribs. She swallowed and ran her hands up his muscular arms, down his back to his waist, then felt the muscles in his butt bunching as he moved inside her. How was she going to let him go?

He thrust leisurely. “God, you feel fantastic.” He kissed her, continuing to move, sliding out and then thrusting in all the way to fill her up. “You’re so wet and swollen. It feels fucking awesome.”

She’d given up scolding him for embarrassing her. Instead she met him thrust for thrust, moving her hips to welcome him deeper, once again sensation overtaking her until all her concentration seemed centred on the nerve endings between her legs and on the tips of her breasts. This was heaven, absolute heaven, and she couldn’t believe she was going to have to let him go. She couldn’t see herself ever sleeping with another guy. No man would match up to him, ever.

For a while he made love to her tenderly, taking the time to make sure her arousal grew with his. But gradually his movements became firmer as his body began to take over, instinct replacing his natural urge to stay gentle. She welcomed it, though, recognising the approach of his climax and loving the way he became driven more by instinct and need and desire.

It was the first time they’d made love in the missionary position, but this was nothing like how it had been with Michael, with him either closing his eyes to shut her out or looking over her shoulder, concentrating on his body and almost ignoring the person underneath. Felix pushed himself up on his strong arms, kneeling beneath her, and she melted at the mixture of hot desire and tenderness in his eyes. He fixed his gaze on hers, dropping his head occasionally to capture her lips with a heated kiss, and she felt overwhelmed by him, as if this was her whole world, and he was everything, everywhere.

She widened her legs and let him take her hard and fast as he wanted, and as he finally came, she tightened on him, an orgasm claiming her for the third time that evening, and they clenched around each other, locked in blissful sensations, like a marble carving of two lovers in the heat of passion.

Chapter Forty-Nine

“At what point,” Felix said, drawing on Coco’s stomach and thinking how soft and creamy her skin was, “did you realise we were alone?”

She rolled her head to look at him lazily. “When you took the blindfold off.”

He stared at her, shocked, only realising when she started giggling that she was joking. “Tease.”

“Serves you right.” She stretched and yawned. “I have to admit, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. But it was that which was so exciting, I suppose. The knowing and not knowing at the same time.”

He kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.” She grinned.

“I suppose two orgasms in one night isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

She met his gaze and a wry smile twisted her lips. “Um, well, three actually.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Three? When?”

“While you were in my mouth.” She looked down. Pink stained her cheeks.

No wonder she’d been so wet when he started using the vibrators on her. He gave a small shake of his head and trailed his fingers down her body. “You’re a complete sex kitten, you know that?”

She giggled again. “I like being called that.”

“It’s true. You’re quite a hussy actually.”

Her eyes widened and she gave him a playful smack. “Am not!”

“Says the woman who wasn’t a hundred percent sure that she wasn’t being fucked in front of a room full of men.”

“Felix!”

He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “We should really move into the bedroom, but I’m so comfortable…” He’d drawn the quilt she’d knelt on over them, pulled some cushions off the couch and turned off the music, and they were curled up now in the semi-darkness, lit only by the lights of the city through the open curtains.

“Let’s stay here.” She snuggled up to him.

“Okay.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he enjoyed the feel of her pressed against him, the silkiness of her hair where it flowed over his shoulder. He tangled his fingers in it and lifted it to his nose, inhaling the smell of coconut from her shampoo.

“I’m so glad we met up again.” She kissed his chest. “I’ve thought about you all day.”

“Me too,” he said honestly.

“What have you been up to?”

He hesitated, not wanting to bring work into the room, but not wanting to lie to her either. “The case.”

“Oh. Have you come to a decision?”

He had, but he didn’t want to talk about it. “Almost.”

She lifted up, put a hand on his chest, then rested her chin on it. They lay quietly for a moment. He said nothing, but he could feel her brain working as she debated whether to tell him something. Then she raised her head. “I have a confession to make.”

He studied her, suddenly uneasy. “Oh?”

“Yes.” She pushed herself up to a sitting position, her arms around her knees, still wrapped in the duvet. “I should have told you ages ago, but, well, I’ve never told anybody.” She examined her fingernails.