Scandalous Wish

Scandalous Wish

Ann
Mayburn

Book one in the Ultimate Fantasy series.

Amanda accepts an invitation from the prestigious Institute
for Women’s Sexual Satisfaction. Volunteering for their study means she must
divulge her deepest, naughtiest fantasies and then act on them. But one wicked
fantasy involves watching her boyfriend do something so intimate, so forbidden
that she’s afraid he’ll refuse and may even break off their relationship.

Jared can’t believe his gorgeous girlfriend wants to see
another woman don a strap-on and take his anal virginity. But he wants to make
her wildest fantasies come true—and maybe finally indulge some secret fantasies
of his own.

Inside Scoop:
This may be about
her
fantasy,
but our heroine participates in a little girl-on-girl play to get her man hot
and bothered.

An
Exotika®
contemporary erotica
story from Ellora’s Cave

Scandalous Wish

Ann Mayburn

Chapter One

Amanda Lanier flopped back into the hammock in her boyfriend
Jared’s backyard and kicked her feet, making her flip-flops launch through the
air. One landed safely on the newly mowed grass while the other took a
different trajectory and smacked Jared in the middle of his chest. His
deliciously muscled bare chest that she was having a hard time keeping her
hands off. Gleaming with sweat from a summer afternoon spent doing yard work.
While she loved how he looked in his police officer’s uniform, she liked how he
looked out of it all the better.

He rubbed the dark hair above his left nipple where the
sandal had glanced off and gave her a mock growl. “Hey, watch where you’re
flinging those things! That’s assault on a police officer, young lady.”

She smiled and wiggled her pink-painted toenails at him.
“Just be glad it wasn’t one of my heels.”

His only reply was a grunt, but she didn’t miss the way he
licked his lower lip. Jared had a thing for seeing her in a pair of high heels
or thigh-high stockings. More than once he’d requested she wear her black
patent-leather stilettos in bed. Not that she minded. After all, he’d worn his
uniform to bed a couple times as well. It seemed like anything that turned
Jared on turned her on. She also loved the way he got all hot and bothered at
the sight of her in fishnet stockings. One of the things she enjoyed the most
about their relationship was his willingness to try new things in the bedroom
with her. A willingness that was going to be pushed to its limits tomorrow.

Her muscles held a low, pleasant ache from cleaning out the
vegetable garden, but she enjoyed being with Jared too much to complain. After
all, he once spent the entire day helping her clean out her grandparents’
garage while her grandfather chain-smoked stinky cigars and gave him bad advice
on the stock market. He was what she and girlfriends in high school would have
called a keeper.

Jared bent over to pick up the hedge clippers, and she
squeezed her thighs together as a warm wave of desire tightened her lower
belly. The way a pair of pants gripped the firm curves of his rear end never
failed to make her clit throb. The pair of battered jeans he now wore made her
want to sink her teeth into his butt as if it were a crisp apple. She’d always
had a thing for men’s rear ends, and Jared’s fine butt was in a class all by
itself. Too bad he wouldn’t let her play with his ass the way she wanted to,
but all of that was about to change in the name of science.

She shifted her weight in the hammock and wound her toes
into the thick white ropes. “You nervous about tomorrow?”

The muscles in his back tensed, but he kept trimming the
overgrown holly bush in front of him, denying her the ability to read his
reaction on his expressive face. “Why would I be nervous?”

She frowned at his back and watched a bead of sweat trail
down the indentation of his spine to the top of his jeans. “Oh, I don’t know.
Maybe because you love me enough to help one of my all-time favorite fantasies
turn into reality, even if it’s something you’ve never done before and would probably
never do if I hadn’t gotten down on my knees and begged.” She took a deep
breath and squeezed her thighs together again. “I’m finally going to see that
sensitive, firm ass of yours fucked by a beautiful blonde.”

The clippers came together with a loud snap, and his
buttocks clenched. “Keep it down. I don’t want the neighbors to hear.”

“Your closest neighbors are half a mile away. Besides, you
weren’t too worried about the neighbors hearing when you gave me a screaming
orgasm on the back patio this morning.” He gave her his male grunt again, but
she wasn’t going to let the subject drop. Things could go very, very wrong
tomorrow if they weren’t honest with each other, and she wasn’t going to let
that happen. “Come on, Jared, I need to know you’re okay with this. If we get
there, and you aren’t feeling it, we can walk away with no hard feelings on my
part.”

He stabbed the clippers into the ground so the blades stuck
in the soft soil and turned to face her. God, he was handsome. Not pretty-boy
handsome, but old-black-and-white-movie-star handsome. His face had character,
a subtle masculine strength that had drawn her like a moth to a flame a year
ago when they met at a law enforcement conference. She’d fallen head over heels
for this handsome man and knew he felt the same. That confidence in his love
was what allowed her to even bring the scandalous subject up.

“Look, I told you I would do this, and I meant it. Don’t
worry about me chickening out. I know how important this research is, and I
want to explore every fantasy you have.” Apprehension flitted through his dark
eyes. He wiped sweat from his brow and blew out a long breath. “I don’t want
things to be weird between us after this. I mean, bringing another woman into
bed with us is a big deal, and I know too many couples who have broken up after
having a threesome.” He hesitated and brushed some stray grass clippings off
the side of his jeans. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me, and I certainly don’t want to lose you.
Look, we’ve talked about this until I feel like I could have this discussion in
my sleep. I love you, this is my ultimate fantasy, and I’m the one who selected
the sexual surrogate from the staff at the Institute. Cammie is a professional,
not some random chick we picked up at a bar. Besides, it’s not like we’ll be
running into her every day. She’s only over here for a few months from Paris,
and she doesn’t know anything about us other than what the Institute has told
her.” She gave him a mock glare. “But if I see any late-night calls to France
on your phone bill, we’ll be having words, mister.”

He laughed and came to stand beside the hammock, tickling
her feet before she could squirm away from him. “Same goes for you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. While I’ve always been
curious about what it would be like to kiss a girl, what I really want is to
watch her fuck you. I want you deep inside me while she slides a strap-on up
your lusciously tight ass. I want to make it so good for you that you’ll be
begging me to fuck you.”

A flush raced over his cheeks. “I can’t believe I let you
talk me into this.”

She traced the ridges of his tight lower abdomen with her
big toe, enjoying how his now-erect cock strained against the front of his
jeans. “It’s all in the name of science, honey. They’re working hard to create
the first real medication to boost female arousal and need all the healthy
volunteers they can get. They monitor my brain while I live out my deepest
fantasy with you in the safety and security of the Institute for Women’s Sexual
Satisfaction. Just think, you could be contributing to the sexual life of
millions
of women.”

A twitch of his firm lips chased the last of the worry from
his eyes, and he ran his hand up her calf, tracing her sensitive skin with the
tips of his fingers. “Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?”

“Did I mention she’s a blonde?”

He licked his lips, and his hand tightened on her calf.
“Cute?”

“Oh yeah.” His touch went higher, skimming the smooth
surface of her inner thigh. “And her accent…” She fanned herself. “You would
have come in your pants when you heard her say ‘I very much enjoy being a man’s
first time in his sweet
derrière
’.”

“You and your obsession with my ass.” He shook his head in
mock sorrow and traced the edge of her shorts where they rode high on her
thigh.

Her words came out with a rough edge as he ever so lightly
traced the seam of her shorts where they split her sex. “I love the idea of you
accepting a bit of discomfort and pain for me. Trusting me to give you the
orgasm of a lifetime.” He cupped her pussy and pressed the heel of his palm
against her mound. “Cammie always takes her lovers in the bottom before she
lets them try anal on her. She shows them how to do it right.” Amanda couldn’t
help but moan as he massaged her pussy through the thin cloth.

A deep hunger burned in his gaze as he watched her press
herself into his touch. “God, this gets you so hot, doesn’t it?”

She nodded and eagerly lifted her hips when he tugged at the
edges of her shorts, sliding them down her legs, leaving her in only her white
cotton panties with little pink bows on the hips. The leaves of the oak trees
anchoring the hammock hissed softly as a breeze stirred the air, cooling the
moisture on her inner thighs.

He hooked his finger in the edge of her panties, pulling
them to the side, revealing her waxed pussy. “What a pretty little clit.” He
rubbed his thumb on her mound above her engorged bud, pulling back the hood and
making her back arch with pleasure. “But I think we can get it harder.”

He gathered some of her slick honey on his fingertip and
gently painted it over her labia until her sex gleamed in the patchwork
sunlight coming through the trees. His erection pushed against the fly of his
pants, and she cupped his denim-clad testicles, gently squeezing and feeling
the heat of his body. Jared circled his thumb over her clit, and she couldn’t
help the upward thrust of her hips and the needy sound that came from deep in
her throat. Unfortunately she could only arch up so much on the hammock, and he
kept his caress teasingly light.

Her nipples tightened to hard points beneath her t-shirt,
and she decided to do a little teasing of her own. With a quick wiggle, she
pulled up the edge of the shirt to reveal her pierced navel and the edge of her
bra. She reached beneath the hem and ever so slowly pulled it up until her
white lace bra gleamed against her light summer tan. Jared had always been a
sucker for her breasts, and she enjoyed crossing her arms and mounding them
together, making him lick his lips in response.

Keeping one hand busy between her legs, he tugged open the
top button of his pants with the other and jerked down the zipper. The engorged
head of his erection had already left a wet spot on his underwear, and her
mouth filled with saliva. She loved tasting the evidence of his arousal and
tried to lean up to do just that, but the hammock thwarted her efforts.

“Jared,” she said in a husky rasp. “Come closer.”

He circled her clit with his thumb, pausing every now and
again to tug on the hood. “Are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, I
don’t want to use up all your sexual energy.” He removed his hand and licked
his fingers, leaving her aching and empty with her legs still spread wide.

She tugged her nipples out from the lacy cups of her bra and
squeezed them, sending a bolt of lust through her body, making her pussy
contract with need. “Oh trust me, when I have you inside me, fucking me,
knowing that behind you a beautiful blonde woman is taking your fine ass, I’ll
be lucky not to pass out from the power of my orgasm.”

Without another word, he jerked his cock out from the
confines of his underwear. Veins stood out along the thick length of his shaft,
and when he stroked himself, a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. She started
to sit up, but he grabbed the edge of the hammock and tilted it until her face
was only inches from his erection. Her nostrils flared as she took in the scent
of his musky arousal.

With her legs still spread wide, the position threatened to
dump her on the ground, but she trusted Jared to hold her there. She gripped
the edge of the hammock with one hand and his hip with the other, a zing of
excitement going through her at the precariousness of her position. Her heart
knew she could trust him to keep her safe—he would never let her fall. With a
rough movement, he thrust two fingers into her tight sheath, pulling a
strangled gasp from her as her delicate internal muscles clamped down on his
digits. She tried in vain to thrust herself into his touch, but the hammock and
her slightly tipped position didn’t give her anything to brace herself against.
He pulled back and then rammed his hand forward again, and she swore her entire
body buzzed with a delicious combination of hunger and need.

The velvety head of his cock pushed at her lips, and she
gladly opened for him, swallowing his length with an ease that only came with
practice. He’d taught her so much about sex, and she tried to repay his efforts
now by cleverly flicking her tongue at the underside of his shaft. He rocked
his hips back and forth, setting an easy sucking rhythm for her, matching his
fingers sliding in and out of the slick heat between her legs. With every
stroke, he pressed a different spot inside her, sometimes stroking the dense
bundle of nerves that was her G-spot, other times pressing down on the floor of
her pussy, giving her the sensation of being filled.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it, suck me,” he said in a rough
whisper. “Take my fucking cock.”

She moaned, loving it when he talked dirty to her. Having
been raised in a conservative household where no one ever swore, she still got
a naughty thrill from hearing him say those words out loud. The tip of his cock
pushed at the back of her throat and she relaxed the muscles, letting him ease
down in breath-stealing strokes. There was an art to deep throating, and her
mind slowly closed down to everything but the slide of his fingers inside her
and the sensation of his fat dick between her lips.

The muscles of her thighs, stomach and ass all tensed, and
he seemed to pick up her urgency, now using his thumb to press on her clit with
his fingers buried deep within her. His erection thickened until she could
barely fit him in her throat.

She hummed her approval.

His fingers on her clit stroked her just the way she liked,
and he pulled halfway out of her mouth, using his fist to stroke his length
while keeping the tip of his shaft between her willing lips. A terrible,
wonderful tension built to her shattering point, and she sucked him as hard as
she could, her lips meeting his fist as he clenched the base of his cock. Her
orgasm hovered just out of reach and she moaned in protest, trying to rub
herself against the hand between her legs.