Ocean's Touch (13 page)

She bit back a moan as Dylan’s clever tongue slipped underneath the thin strip of her thong to brush against the sensitive opening of her vagina. She closed her eyes, trying not to think…

All of those people out there, touching each other. All of us in Alex’s house. Fucking in Alex’s house…Alex is out there, somewhere…

Dylan felt a rush of wetness over his tongue, as he felt both Meredith’s lust and her anxiety spike. He wondered what she was thinking, but was pretty confident she was as nervous about tonight’s events as she was turned on—although she would never admit the latter.

Dylan let go of Meredith’s right ankle to get a firm grip on the front panel of her thong. Then, using magic so as not to hurt her, he ripped the thong off, leaving her open and vulnerable before him. He dropped the torn pieces on the floor as he bent his dark head toward her sex.

Meredith’s spine arched as Dylan’s tongue lapped slowly up her wet cunt, not stopping till he sucked her erect little clit into his mouth. She bit into the soft flesh of her palm to keep herself quiet as he did that same, slow lick again, and then again. Desire speared her as Meredith moaned around her palm, wanting him to keep licking her, wanting his fingers inside her, wanting his cock. She just wanted—all thoughts of impropriety fleeing before so much pleasure, underneath Alex’s painting, in Alex’s house.

For a split second, Teddy’s frowning face flashed before her eyes, but was driven out by starbursts of pleasure caused by Dylan’s tongue finding her clit again as two thick fingers plunged deeply into her.

Meredith’s free hand smacked against the wall as she looked for something to grip, her other hand still busy stifling her cries of pleasure.

And that’s what Alex saw as he pushed aside the curtain. A spear of light falling over Meredith’s flushed face, her eyes squeezed shut over her pink cheeks, one hand covering her mouth, the other spread against the rough stone of the wall.

Transfixed by the look of pleasure on her face, it took Alex a few seconds to register the rest of the scene.

Including the dark-headed man kneeling between her thighs, working her lovely cunt with fingers and mouth.

Chapter Ten

Alex had looked everywhere for Meredith after being assured by his staff that she hadn’t left. The only crevice left unchecked was his tower nook. When he saw the tapestry covering the entry, his first thought was that she was hiding, shocked by what she’d seen outside.

And so Alex had taken a deep breath before pulling aside the curtain. He’d been prepared for tears, accusations, and demands for a quick exit. He had not been prepared to find Meredith with a man kneeling between her long, pale thighs.

She did ask if she could bring a date,
he remembered, albeit rather late.

Alex was about to drop the curtain and walk away—to do what, he wasn’t sure. Nonetheless he knew he needed to walk away, when Meredith’s large brown eyes opened. Squinting in the light, she cried out when she saw the dark figure of someone watching, forgetting she was muffling herself with her own hand. Her palm flew away and she cried out again, panicked and very loud, as Alex stepped inside the room, into the light so she could see who he was.

“I’m sorry. I was looking for you, but I had no idea…” he babbled, as he tried to keep his eyes anywhere but on Meredith.

Meredith’s hands pulled at her skirts as the dark man looming between her thighs looked up at Alex. For a second, that weird vision Alex used when he painted—what he called his “artist’s sight”—fell over his gaze, and Alex saw a man with a crown of iron-gray hair and enormous coal-black eyes that glowed with the power and bounty of the sea. Then Alex blinked, and the vision was gone—replaced by a normal, if very handsome, man with dark hair and human eyes.

The man hadn’t moved—he just watched Alex with his disarming stare. Alex also couldn’t help but notice that the stranger not only hadn’t closed Meredith’s legs but appeared to be holding them open.

“Alex, this isn’t what it looks like,” Meredith said, realizing how stupid that sounded even as she said it. She was also struggling to sit up, but Dylan wouldn’t let go of his iron grip on her thighs, and she was at too awkward an angle to rise more than halfway.

“Aye,” the man said, startling both Alex and Meredith. “It is what it looks like.” And then Dylan did the only thing that he could think of to get Meredith to understand—he used himself as a conduit so that the human couple could feel exactly what the other felt at that moment.

With a
whoosh
ing sound as if she’d been punched in the stomach, Meredith lay back on the bench, staring up at Alex with huge eyes. Dylan felt what Meredith did—Alex’s jealousy at seeing her with another man, the overpowering lust that overrode his jealousy, and his genuine desire for her. In fact, overwhelming any jealousy or even sexual need was the fact Alex wanted Meredith in a way that wasn’t just about bodies, although it was also that. Even Dylan, used to the long-lived emotions of his own people, was impressed by the complexity and depth of Alex’s feelings for Meredith.

Alex, meanwhile, felt his knees nearly buckle as a similarly rich liquor of emotion swept through him. He suddenly felt wanted, respected, and understood in a way he’d never felt before. Alex reached a hand out to the wall to steady himself as his eyes locked on the woman’s in front of him. He knew that somehow the emotions he felt were hers. And some unacknowledged part of his soul thrilled to feel her affection.

As Meredith lay there, staring into the eyes of the man who wanted her so very badly, and whose feelings she reciprocated so heartily, Dylan again lowered his head to her waiting sex.

Alex watched as Meredith’s eyes grew even larger, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Only after a moment did Alex tear his eyes away from her pleasure-suffused face to see that the dark stranger was busy again between Meredith’s legs. The red-haired man again felt a quick flush of jealousy, but it was quickly subsumed by another feeling. Oddly, the feeling didn’t feel like his, not any more than what he’d felt before had felt like his own emotion. Alex didn’t understand what was going on, but he could feel the other man wanted Alex to stay, to bear witness to Meredith’s pleasure. It wasn’t an act of possession, Alex felt, but of generosity, of sharing.

Steeling himself, and hoping Meredith wouldn’t hate him for it, Alex took another step into the room.

The tiny, rock-walled nook magnified every sound—Meredith’s gentle mewls and gasps, the hungry lapping of the man between her legs, the wet thrust of his fingers deep in her cunt, and Alex’s own harsh breathing. Alex found himself growing impossibly hard in his tux trousers, gasping himself as Meredith cried out again, her back bowing with her pleasure. Her eyes shut, then opened to find his again, then drifted down his body till he knew she was gazing at the hard outline of his cloth-covered erection.

Her eyes told him what she wanted, so Alex moved his hand around to stroke himself through the taut material covering his cock.

Meredith moaned again softly, and then again less softly, as Alex allowed his hand another long, deliberate stroke over his turgid flesh.

Her eyes were riveted on Alex, although the hand that had been muffling her cries was now laced through the wiry hair of the man kneeling between her thighs.

Meredith’s wetness washed over Dylan’s fingers, and he felt her desire—a raw, heady combination of lust for him and for Alex—flooding over him with equal force. He purred against her clit, carefully crooking his fingers to seek out the sensitive place deep inside her. When a fresh wash of wetness poured forth and he heard Meredith cry out, he knew he’d found the right place.

Alex groaned low in his throat as Meredith’s back bowed again, her eyes closing as her tight nipples strained against the material of her dress. The cries that echoed in the stone room took his breath away, and he could no more have stopped himself from unzipping his pants than he could have stopped himself from wanting her. Meredith’s eyes opened again, immediately latching onto the sight of Alex pulling out his hard cock. This time when she groaned, Alex knew it was for him and had nothing to do with the man between her thighs.

Watching her watch him, Alex fisted his cock, letting out his own rough growl of pleasure as he shafted his hard length. He nearly came like a teenager when the tip of Meredith’s tongue peeked out, wetting her lips as if she were imagining tasting him. Alex’s own spread hand found the wall as he breathed deeply, finding his control as he watched Meredith tremble in desire.

Meanwhile, Meredith had never seen anything sexier. The sight of Alex—a man she already associated with pleasure—masturbating in front of her was almost too much. He had a beautiful cock—thick and long, with a lovely fat head she couldn’t help but want to taste. A single drop of fluid glimmered on its tip in the candlelight, and she felt the steady build of her orgasm ratchet up a few notches at the sight.

She wanted to suck him, to watch his face when he came, and to know she’d given him that pleasure.

Dylan could feel Meredith’s cunt clenching around his fingers, her sex urging him to add a third, stretching her deliciously. She moaned and rewarded him with another flood of wetness, but her eyes were all Alex’s. Her face was flushed, her pupils huge with desire, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from Ladislaw standing in front of her with his cock in his hand. For a second, the selkie considered inviting Alex closer, but he could sense that would be too much. Meredith was enjoying herself, and she wanted this, but he knew that he mustn’t push her too far. She’d already demonstrated a massive amount of bravery and openness.

Meredith’s hand on the wall clutched convulsively as she felt the first waves of her orgasm start up her spine. Her eyes widened, but they never left Alex’s cock.
 

He’d barely been stroking himself, afraid he’d lose control and come too quickly. But when he saw how close to the verge was Meredith, Alex allowed his hand to beat in rhythm to the wet sounds emanating from Dylan’s fingers thrusting hard and fast into Meredith’s sex.
 

Knowing she was close, the selkie’s lips sucked in her clit, causing her to gasp, as another flood of pleasure swept up from her belly to the top of her head. But Dylan’s talented mouth kept her right there—straddling that sweet peak but not letting her fall. Her whole body hummed with sexual energy, craving its orgasm as her sex pulsed around him.

“Please,” she cried hoarsely. It was unclear to whom she spoke—the man between her legs or the man masturbating before her.

“Please, what?” Alex growled, loving the sight of her so lost and needy, feeling as if he controlled her pleasure rather than the man who actually touched her.

“Please,” Meredith repeated, “Please…come…” With those words her body bowed again, as if her body were literally fighting to orgasm. Alex nearly came himself at her begging. But he fought for control, wanting to play out this scene to its conclusion.

“Do you want to come, Merry? Is that what you want?” Alex asked.

“No,” she gasped breathlessly. “You,” she said, then cried out as Dylan applied more pressure to her clit to keep her right at the tip of her orgasm’s peak.

“You want me to come?” Alex asked, pleasure suffusing his body and his voice.
She’s perfect
, he thought.

“Yes,” she replied, focusing her gaze upward to his eyes. “Together.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” Alex groaned, stroking himself with abandon as he felt his come rising in his balls. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me now.”

Obligingly, Dylan fucked Meredith rhythmically with his fingers as his tongue moved against her clit, but he needn’t have bothered. He knew Meredith’s orgasm had started with Alex’s demands—Dylan just helped keep it strong.

Alex watched Meredith’s pleasure sweep up over her body, her cries rising as her eyes widened. She kept her eyes on his, letting him see every moment of her orgasm.

It was too much.

A second later, he felt his balls tighten as his own climax swept over him. He cried out once harshly, and then grunted, shooting his semen into his cupped left palm. She kept watch hungrily, her own come-cries still echoing as her body shook with pleasure.

When they were both done, Dylan withdrew his fingers from Meredith, only to rest a kiss, and then his cheek, on her soft thigh. They watched, together, as Alex withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket. He cleaned off his hand before tucking himself back away in his trousers.

“Thank you,” Alex told Meredith, his eyes never leaving hers. “You were beautiful.”

And with that, Alex left, making sure the curtain closed after him as he did so.

Dylan felt Meredith shift, and he moved first his head and then his body as she sat up. Confused, he tried to sort through the sudden onslaught of her emotions assaulting his empathic senses.

“Get me out of here, Dylan,” she said. “Get me out of here now.”

“What the hell was I doing?” Meredith raged, tears streaming down her face. Dylan had done as she requested, and had hustled her out of Alex’s pleasure dome. Her hired car had whisked them back to her house, where Meredith had, oddly enough, begun cleaning out her refrigerator

Dylan leaned against the island that stood across from the refrigerator, watching as Meredith slammed a variety of condiment jars onto the counter next to her, only to begin furiously spraying the refrigerator shelves down with disinfectant.