Eternal Pleasures (2 page)

Chapter 2

  
A moment longer and the woman won’t be able to contain herself any longer
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Garrett Alexander continued to watch the woman called CJ become flushed with lust and desire as she read the book containing many sexual encounters of his life. He’d never realized he’d been that popular with his clients for them to write chronicles of his teachings. Other than the wenches in the tavern, he’d never seen a woman so open with her sexuality. Yet, this CJ was no wench, she was no lady either and he’d seen enough of both to know the difference.

  
Many had tried to summon him through the years, and up until now, all had failed. This voluptuous woman who craved to satisfy herself, managed to do it without a second thought, or even realizing what she’d done. She hadn’t even recognized who she read about, or understood the life he’d left behind.

           
Life as he knew it died hundreds of years ago at a time when lessons of sex were given behind hidden doors, and for a hefty price. His shop was the best-kept secret under the guise of being a purveyor of fine chocolate and other desserts.

  
Depending on the nature of the dessert, it could be taken eagerly in the privacy of a room made especially for such occasions. It almost always involved licking and sucking, with intermittent stroking…if the price was right.

  
There were very few privileged enough to feel the stroke of his cock, or the warmth of his seed spill into their cunt. His reputation for being a gentleman was legendary among the gentility, and notorious among the common folk.

  
He’d been taught well as a young man in the ways of satisfying a woman…and what the cost would be for his services. His clients had been more than willing to allow him his manipulations of their bodies, spreading their legs to reveal a bare patch of hair under the layers of skirts and petticoats.

  
He’d often wondered if the cost he’d paid for his skills had been too high. A fascination with eternity and witchcraft, Garrett found the deal too good to refuse.

 
At least in the 17th Century it was. A chance to give pleasure to a woman forever was just too good for him to turn down; he just didn’t know it would be hundreds of years before he’d long for the taste of one.

  
Now, a woman huddled under the coverlet reading one of the many Victorian tales fashioned after him. A woman whose openness to her own sexual needs made his cock beg for release of the fluid contained within.

  
He wondered how her juices would taste against his tongue as he suckled her clit and licked the opening to her cunt, darting his tongue deep into it. He bet she’d squirm with pleasure as she did now on the brink of pleasing herself.

Lost in the words of the book, Cassandra smoothed her free hand over her right breast and tweaked her nipple hard, sending a rush of excitement to her core. Her legs spread further apart when her fingers found their way into the soft muff protecting her throbbing clit.

           
She spread her legs further and felt her hips arch slightly forward when her finger tips pushed through the folds of her lips and pinched the small piece of pulsing flesh. The book now lying beside her was all but forgotten as she moved her fingers in a slow swirling motion.

  
 
Only it wasn’t her fingers giving her the pleasure she sought as her hand fell away from her pussy. It was the mysterious man she’d been reading about who pinched her clit between his lips. It was his wet tongue that pushed her love flesh around with the slightest pressure, not her fingertips. In the moonlight, eyes closed, she imagined she could feel him pleasuring her.

  
 
Flesh against flesh, his body stretched the length of hers, pressing her into the mattress. The mass of curls on his chest rubbing across her breasts as his cock nestled into the course hair below her belly button.

  
 
His large strong hands pinned her wrists just above her head. She arched her hips at the pressure of his growing cock pushing against the needy folds of her cunt. She spread her legs further, opening for him, allowing the large piece of male flesh access to the juices seeping from her.

 
Her hips arched further; she felt her wrists become free. Her hands ran the length of his strong, well-muscled back. There was strength and power preparing to take her and she wanted every ounce of it. She needed to feel that power take her; fill her completely until she could take no more. His musky scent surrounded her, so real.

Cassandra opened her eyes slightly, looking through her lashes. Long dark hair framed the face of the man from the book and a pair of ice blue colored eyes met hers. It wasn’t a dream. Startled and on the edge of orgasm, her body froze and she screamed, only to have the illusion disappear.

“CJ!”

  
The desperate pounding on the door and shouting reminded Garrett of the time when Lord Devereaux found out where his Lady Katherine had been slipping off to every afternoon. The man made a complete nuisance and spectacle of himself when he realized his precious wife wasn’t there. Of course, he had no idea she’d slipped out the back door used for situations such as that.

  
“CJ, open this damn door now!”

  
The woman who’d summoned him lay breathless among the twisted bed sheets, the scent of sex wafting around her. Unless she was a witch, he couldn’t figure out how she’d managed to bring him to her. The siren call of lust must be strong in this one to bring him to her bed. It was all he could do to fade from her sight when he only wanted to lay with her.

  
“All right, just a minute Paige,” she called out, shoving aside the soiled bed sheets.

  
Garrett stepped away from the bed just as Cassandra swung her legs around, her feet landing soundlessly on the polished floor. The moonlight filtering through the large windowpanes softly accented the curves of her body. If only he could reach out and caress the mounds of her breasts and still hard nipples, he would. For the first time in his unnatural life, sexual desire took over his body. He had to have her completely, one way or another.

  
The light from outside the room slipped through the opened door, and Garrett felt himself creep back into the shadows of his otherworldly existence.

Chapter 3

  
 
“Just what the hell is going on CJ?” Paige pushed her way into the room, shaking her head in disgust at the discarded bed linens.

“Oh God, Paige. You aren’t going to…”

  
Paige held her hand up against the words. “If this has anything to do with having the best orgasm you’ve ever had, I’m going to scream. It just isn’t natural, CJ.”

  
“You’re telling me!” Cassandra plopped down on the bed, only to jump immediately back to her feet. She could still feel him touching her; his scent still upon her skin. “He was here, in this room.”

  
“He, being who? Don’t tell me…”

  
“The man in the shop earlier tonight. He was…” The words barely a whisper, Cassandra stood in front of the window, looking out into the full moon. “…touching me, Paige. Making love to me.”

  
Cassandra pulled the purple satin robe around her shoulders to ward off the unnatural chill running through her body. The material scraped across her breasts, causing her nipples to pucker.

  
  
“Touching you?” The bedside light came on, brightening the room and filling in the darkness of the shadows. “Making love…you’ve got to be kidding. You’ve gone too far this time, CJ.” She glanced at the open book and scowled. “Stop reading this junk, it’s making you crazy.”

           
“Yeah, maybe” she turned, the chill soaring deeper into her body. Weird things were happening…“yet he touched me with his hands…and mouth.”
How can I expect anyone to believe me, when I find it hard to believe it myself?

  
“Sure, and I’ve got Keith Urban in my bed waiting for my return,” Paige remarked, as she sat in a high backed chair. The look she cast made Cassandra feel like a five year old kid who’d just said they’d seen a fairy at the window. It was crazy, but it didn’t take away how real it all felt.

“I’m serious, Paige. I could feel his tongue, and--”

  
 
“And what, CJ? That his cock was hard inside your pussy? Give me a break, will ya?” Paige continued to sit in the chair, like a parent waiting for their kid to wake up and tell the truth.

  
Maybe that’s all it had been; a dream. Her vivid imagination getting carried away with a very vividly told story. It had felt so real to her. HE looked so real to her, so masterful, so damn sexy. She couldn’t have been dreaming or fantasizing about this man who appeared in each story she’d read so far. It was as if she had been reading his personal journal.

  
Cassandra picked up the worn book, fanning through the yellowed pages.
  

  
Did her phantom lover really have the same brand, or had that been a part of her too real fantasy? That would be way to strange for even her to handle, and she could handle anything that came her way. Or at least she thought she could until tonight that is. She gazed at the crumbled sheets, looking for some proof that she wasn’t losing her mind…but there was none. Sexy fantasy lovers didn’t leave evidence behind.

  
“Not inside, Paige, rather pushing against my clit,” she stated, padding across the room, book in hand. She wasn’t about to give the anthology up until she got a grip of her senses. “The tip thumped against my pussy, teasing me. I’ve never been so hot for sex before…never!”

  
Cassandra walked out into the living room, leaving Paige and the smell of his sex behind her.

“CJ, you were dreaming.” Paige prepared the makings of some hot tea. “Or maybe I should say wishful thinking, fantasizing.”

  
“Paige, I know you don’t believe me,” Cassandra sat in a kitchen chair, pushing the book to the middle of the table. “I find it hard to believe myself, but there he was. He had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, full of desire, just inches from my face, not to mention his hot cock all but burning a hole in me.”

She sniffed her wrist where he’d manacled it with his hand and picked up a hint of musk.
I can still smell him on me
. A look at Paige’s rolling eyes had her keeping the thought to herself.

  
The teapot whistle sounded. Hopefully, the chamomile would sooth both their nerves and help her sleep.

Sleep? Cassandra had a feeling that was an element of the night passage she’d likely miss this night. How could she even think of closing her eyes after what she’d experienced? She was afraid of what the night might conjure up in her mind. In all her days of fantasizing, the object of her fascination had never actually materialized. Why now and why this fictional character?

  
 
“You said it was the guy from earlier tonight, the one you were yelling at me about.” Paige set a teacup in front of Cassandra, and then poured hot water over the bag for brewing.

  
 
Shit, is that what I said?
“Oooh baaabeee” certainly wasn’t her ghost, but she couldn’t take it back now. “Did I?” Cassandra dunked her tea bag up and down in the cup, quickly going over the scene in her bedroom. She hadn’t lied; it was the guy from the shop. Oh what a tangled web she weaved with that little white lie she’d told.

  
 
“Ah, yeah, you did.” Paige sat down in the chair opposite Cassandra. “Now, what I’d like to know is how in the hell he got into your room and just where in the hell did he disappear to? Unless he can fly or become the invisible man, there’s no possible way he could have gotten out of your room without going right past me and out the door.”

  
 
Cassandra felt Paige’s accusing gaze lock in on her face. Her friend didn’t believe a word she’d told her. Yet, she didn’t really expect Paige to accept the fact that a fantasy had come to life. “Maybe I thought I locked the door and didn’t.”

  
 
“Nope, I checked that already. Locked safe and secure inside our little abode.” Paige dunked her teabag several more times, and then squeezed the excess into the cup. “Just come clean with me, CJ. You know I don’t have a problem with men sneaking into the house at night. Heck, if I had one to sneak in I’d do it myself.”

  
 
“That’s just it, Paige. It wasn’t “oooh baaabeee” and I didn’t sneak anyone in. Now that I think about it, it must have been the rumored ghost I was reading about and the next thing I knew…well, you know.”

Cassandra peered through her lashes as she took a sip of the calming tea. Her best friend in the world wasn’t swallowing her story no matter what explanation she came up with, even if it was the truth. She had no reason in the world to lie about whether or not a man had been in her room. Not even a man who evaporated into thin air.

  
“Then you lied to me. Why in the hell should I believe this crazy story now? You know I don’t believe in that supernatural crap.”

  
“Can’t we just drop it?”

  
“Nope, not until you come clean. Even if we have to stay up for the rest of the night and not open tomorrow, I want to know the truth, CJ.”

“Okay, but you’re not going to like it. I was reading this,” Cassandra pushed the old leather covered book across the table. “I got so into it that I started touching myself. I could actually feel a tongue flicking and sucking my clit. Then the thumping of a hard cock nestled between my pubic hair and lips.”

The fantasy still held its power over her; Cassandra felt the stirrings of desire spring to life once again. “The next thing I knew a pair of blue-velvet eyes stared into mine. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lust in his eyes matched the grin on his face. Both of which could make a girl do things she never thought of doing before. That’s when I screamed and poof, he vanished. End of a great lovemaking session. End of fantasy. End of story.”

  
Paige let out a sigh. “All this hubbub over an erotic dream. You aren’t going to change your story, are you?” Paige gave the book a shove, then left the table and Cassandra to sit alone in the room. “Take this crap and get rid of it. And don’t tell me you’re falling for that ghost business again. It’s just something the broker came up with to scare us off the sale.”

  
“I’m telling you the truth here, Paige,” Cassandra called out as the bedroom door slammed shut.

Cassandra stood by the floor to ceiling window, looking out over the city’s rooftops. The full moon’s beams reflecting off them gave the illusion of a coppery river. Under normal circumstances the sight would have sparked her imagination, but not tonight.

  
Tonight her mind housed imagination enough to last her a lifetime. Imagination too real for her comfort. At least that’s what her common sense kept barking at her. Her body, on the other hand, cried out quite the opposite. A part of her knew it was true…all of it.

  
How could she expect Paige to understand her vision when she couldn’t herself? It was as real to her as breathing. Cassandra knew darn well that it hadn’t been her own manipulations that brought her to the brink of orgasm. Her fingernails are short and couldn’t simulate teeth nibbling on her clit even if she tried to make them.

  
The way his sex caressed hers felt like a lifetime of longing had come to an end. The large shaft nestled between her legs and against her clit brought forth a desire she’d never experienced before. If only she hadn’t screamed, maybe she’d know true bliss now.

  
She’d been on the verge of cuming before he even attempted to enter her hot pussy. How could something so real be nothing more than an illusion conjured by her fascination for sexual pleasure?

  
What planets in the universe had aligned to bring him to her bed? Would she ever feel that kind of fulfillment again with a real man?

  
No, the man she’d seen twice in a matter of hours was as real to her as no other man had ever been.