Forbidden Fantasies (7 page)

“I know.” He stroked her cheek with a knuckle. “But I’m a jealous man, and I told you last week that I don’t want to share. No one gets to see you orgasm but me. Those men obviously feel the same about their woman. Look.”

Flabbergasted was the only word he could use to describe Jessica’s face as she took in the same frustration on the other woman’s face. And he would’ve laughed, if he wasn’t in agony and on the verge of blue balls. Instead, he calmly called for the check. And hoped like hell they’d hurry with it, so he could take his wife back to their room and finish what they’d started.

A few minutes later, with nothing more than a nodding goodbye to his partners in sensual crime, he and Jessica left the restaurant.

The cool air felt good on Jess’s hot skin as she and Alex walked back to the inn, hand in hand. Her heart still pounded, and her mind wouldn’t stop playing that scene over and over again. Before they reached the wide front steps of the bed and breakfast, she pulled Alex to a stop. “Did that really just happen?”

He laughed softly. “Yeah, I think so. You okay with it?”

She thought for a moment. “It was sexy as hell.”

“Which part?” Alex asked, a rakish grin on his face. “Watching a threesome in action? Or me fucking you with my fingers in public?”

His words prickled her skin and sent a rush of heat to her core.

“Both,” she admitted. Her voice sounded husky even to her own ears. She bit her lip. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me, that I was turned on by watching a threesome, and that I almost came in the middle of a restaurant filled with people?” Without any warning, her deepest, darkest fear bubbled up and burst from her mouth. “You never answered me last week, Alex. Is what I want disgusting?”

He frowned. “Babe, there’s not a damned thing wrong with you or what you want.” He lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “And I’m going to prove it to you this weekend.” One tug by his hand had them at the foot of the inn’s stairs. “Come on. Let’s go check out our room.”

On the left side of the inn’s foyer there was a large yet intimate sitting room the owner had said was for guest use. Comfortable chairs were grouped around small tables, bookcases lined one wall, and leather sofas sat directly across from each of the two fireplaces. On the right side was a dining room.

“Can we look around for a minute?” Jess asked. She knew Alex was ready to go upstairs and finish what they’d started at the restaurant, and so was she, but she also wanted to slow things down a bit so she could savor every moment, big and small.

Alex put his hand on her back and guided her forward. “Your wish is my command, sweets.” If he was frustrated by her request, he hid it well.

There was another couple at the far end of the dimly lit room, seated on the sofa. They were engrossed in each other, so Jess didn’t interrupt by saying hello. Instead, she turned her attention to the large bookcases, which looked like they contained antique books.

“This room is gorgeous,” she whispered, feeling like she had to be quiet. Some of the shelves held small pieces of framed pen-and-ink drawings. She bent to look at them, then gasped.

“What?” Alex asked, looking up from the book he’d picked up.

“Look at this,” she hissed. She held out one that depicted a nude woman bound hand and foot, and waited for him to say something. Anything.

He smiled wickedly. “Interesting choice of artwork.” He held out the book. “And reading material.”

“The
Kama Sutra?
” Seemed like an odd choice to have out for guests to see in a bed and breakfast, but, then again, what did she know?

Shrugging it off, she continued around the room, looking at the different art objects. Some were suggestive, or maybe it was just her brain that was all wrapped up in sex.

“Excuse me,” she murmured as they walked past the seated couple, but she nearly tripped over her own feet as she caught sight of the woman, her shirt open, her breasts bound by rope. The man sitting near her held a small flogger.

Alex steadied her and whispered nearly silently in her ear from behind. “Keep going. Let’s not interrupt them.”

He kept her moving, straight out of the room. As he propelled her forward, she glanced back over her shoulder, catching a long enough glimpse to see the woman’s mouth open in a silent, wide
O
as the man teased her nipples with the fringed ends of the flogger. Alex guided her up the stairs, not stopping until they were in their room.

She whirled around the second they were inside with the door closed. “Alex, what the hell is—” She was cut off by his mouth on hers.

He pushed her back against the door, his body pressed hard against hers. His mouth devoured hers, nipping the corners of her lips, stroking her tongue with his. She whimpered at the dominance of it, loving the way he took control. When he slid his fingers through her hair and angled her head the way he wanted it, she whimpered again, drowning in sensation. The kiss went on forever, but was over far too soon.

When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard, and Alex’s eyes were diamond bright. “What the hell is this?” he repeated raggedly. “
This
is proof for you that there’s not a damn thing wrong with what you want.”

Her own voice was none too steady. “What?”

He grabbed her hand and led her toward the bed. He clicked on a small lamp on the bedside table, and she gasped at what the soft light revealed.

“Oh. My. God,” she whispered, bumping backward into him. It was the first book’s cover come to life. A wrought iron four-poster bed, with thick white bed linens. A silky black scarf, tied like a blindfold, at the foot of the bed. One of Alex’s ties looped around each of the four bed posts.

She shivered, and her hands shook as he lowered the zipper of her dress, sliding his hands inside the open material to cup her breasts. He nuzzled her neck, then licked a path down her spine, stopping where the zipper ended, just above her ass.

Then he stepped back. “Turn around.”

She looked over her shoulder first and was nearly bowled over by the hard look of need on his face. She turned slowly, never taking her eyes from his face.

He smiled then, rakish and sexy and sweet all at once. “Take off that dress.”

Her heart stuttered as she slid the strap off one shoulder, then another. It dropped past her hips, pooling on the floor in a puddle of black material. For a quick moment, she worried about her body. Here she stood in front of her husband in nothing but a sheer bra, a pair of lacy crotchless panties, a garter and stockings, and heels. Her body wasn’t perfect, and she wasn’t twenty anymore. She’d had two kids, she had the hips to show for it, and she probably looked ridiculous.

But when she lifted her gaze from the floor, she saw nothing but raw desire on Alex’s face. High color lit his cheeks, and his breathing was rough. He was as aroused by this as she was.

“My God, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes met hers, and then his face got serious. “Turn around. And put your hands behind your back.”

Oh sweet Jesus.
Jess’s heart nearly stopped as he picked up the scarf from the foot of the bed. But instead of using it on her eyes, he used it to tie her hands together. They rested just above the edge of her panties, and the ends of the scarf trailed teasingly between her thighs.

There was a rustle of clothing being removed, and then Alex crowded her from behind until the front of her legs pressed up against the bed. “Spread your legs and bend over,” he said thickly. One large, hot hand pressed between her shoulders, pushing her forward. “Now.”

Her heart pounded, and the thrill that ran through her at the dark demand in his voice made her lightheaded as she did what he ordered.

Alex’s lips coasted along her spine, his tongue trailing moist and warm along the same path. “I do like these naughty panties. Sexy as hell.”

His hands slid to her hips, cupping her ass as he used his thumbs to open her cheeks and bare her most intimate parts to his eyes. He dipped his fingers into her swollen, drenched sheath, stroking her, preparing her body.

“Is
this
where you want me, Jess?” he asked darkly, pressing a wet thumb against her anus. “Is this what you’re worried I’ll find disgusting?”

She whimpered, drowning in the incredible sensations of nerve endings sparked to life. “Yes.”

He pressed harder with his thumb, and she whimpered again.

“You’re tight, love. Have you ever played with yourself there?” His voice was low, demanding, in control. Dominant. Sexy as all get out. “Answer me. And I want the honest truth.”

A thrill chased through her, even as she balked at answering. “Or what?”

“Or else I’ll stop.” He laughed knowingly and lightened the pressure of his thumb.

No
. She didn’t want that, so she pressed back against him, trying to force his finger deeper, but he kept his pressure light. Desperation won out over embarrassment. “I tried once,” she panted. “It made me come, but I felt dirty after, like I shouldn’t have done it.”

“You don’t want me to stop.” He growled the words, pushed his thumb deep inside her ass. “Whether you think it’s dirty or not, you want this.”

She moaned in pure pleasure. “Oh, God, yes,” she cried. “I don’t care. More, please.”

“So much time.” He stroked in and out with his thumb, steadily, driving her insane. “We’ve still got so much time tonight to do all the things you want to do. You want me to fill your ass with my cock, don’t you?”

“Now,” she begged. When he slid his thumb out, she tossed her head back and forth, crying out at the loss of sensation.

His voice deepened even more. “God, babe. I love it when you beg. But I’m too primed right now to go easy, so I’m going to fuck your pussy instead, and you’re going to take it hard and fast, aren’t you?”

Without any further warning, he slid his penis into her, his balls slapping against her clit. His hold on her hips was tight, and it was intoxicating. He pulled out, all the way, and dipped his fingers inside her, then plunged his penis in again. The heat of one of Alex’s hands warmed her back, made her feel like she was under his control, and the next time he stroked in and out, he slid his thumb back in her ass. Then he slammed into her again, and again, filling her in both holes.

“More,” she begged, nearly mindless with the need to come. The sensation of being filled in both places was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Goosebumps raised on her sweat-slickened body. She came with a keening cry, arching her back, nearly coming off the bed as her body spasmed. Having her arms bound behind her only added to the unbelievable experience. Her orgasm went on, and on, and on, turning her muscles to jelly.

Alex panted with need as he slid his thumb free, swallowing at the way her ass grabbed at it, as if it didn’t want to let the sensations go. God, it would be so easy to slide his cock in her ass now, to take her like she wanted. Like he’d wanted to for years, but hadn’t ever tried, because he’d always worried she’d find it perverted. Later, though, when he wasn’t as worked up as he was right now. When he could be gentle with her for her first time.

Later, tonight.

Right now, though, he needed to finish making love to his wife. He untied her hands, stripped off those fuck-me panties, turned her onto her back, and slid in deep. “Wrap your legs around me,” he muttered, all the while stroking in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, then faster. Finesse flew out the window, but he didn’t care, couldn’t think of anything but making Jess come again. And making himself come with her.

“Look at me, Jessica,” he demanded. Jesus, being given free rein to take control was an aphrodisiac like no other. “I want to see your eyes when you come again.” He found her clit, and rubbed it while he fucked her. The sounds were lush, earthy, tantalizing in the extreme.

“I can’t.” She writhed on the bed, tossing her head wildly. “Not again.”

“You can.” He leaned over her to suck her nipples. “You will.” And to make sure of it, he bit lightly on one, tugging it with his teeth.

“Alex!” she cried, flying apart at the seams, taking him to heaven with her.

Moments later, they were sprawled on the bed, gasping for air, both of them covered in sweat, trembling.

“You okay?” Alex asked the question softly, pulling Jess tight against him. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not in a bad way.” Her words were soft puffs of air against his skin. “That was amazing.”

“Good.” He tucked her head under his chin and wrapped his arms around her. The only noise in the room for the next few minutes was their uneven breathing.

Until Jess spoke, looking up at him with eyes that begged him to tell the truth. “There’s nothing wrong with what I want?”

“Not a damn thing.” Alex stroked her cheek. “Remember Marcus, the paramedic friend I told you about? He told me about this place. It’s not your average B&B.”

She laughed lightly, her cheeks pink. “Yeah, I figured that part out when I saw the half-naked woman in the sitting room.”

“The owner advertises by word of mouth only. Did you notice there was no sign out front? Nothing to advertise it’s an inn?”

She frowned. “I didn’t catch that.”

He tweaked her nose and grinned. “Some detective you’d make.” When she swatted him, he told her the rest. “It’s a B&B that caters to people who prefer a bit of
extreme
in their sexual encounters. The owner calls it Bondage and Breakfast.”

Jessica sat up so fast, she elbowed him in the nose. “Are you serious?”

“Babe,” he drawled. “Naked lady, bound breasts in the parlor. Erotic art and books on the shelves. Threesome in the attached restaurant. Hello?”

Her face flushed bright red. “Oh. My. God.” Then her eyes widened. “And you told Marcus you wanted to bring your wife here? Oh. My. God.” She buried her face in her hands.

“Not exactly, but he probably figured it out.” Shrugging, he sat up, cupped her chin in his hand. “I wanted to bring you somewhere where you can see that normal people like kinky sex. There’s not one single thing wrong with you, Jessica Meyers. Nothing.” He punctuated the sentence and sentiment with a hard kiss. “No more worries, no more hiding desires from me. You want to try, you ask. If I’m uncomfortable with something, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, we give it a try. Deal?”

Her eyes filled with tears and spilled over. “Deal. I’m so sorry for the last few months, Alex. I was like psycho woman, I know. And I’m sorry I made you think I was having an affair. But when you asked me if I was unfaithful, that’s how it felt to me. So I didn’t know how to answer.”

“I know, honey. I figured that out once you told me about the fantasies. And it wasn’t all your fault. I’m so sorry I doubted you. Can you forgive me?”

Jess wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Oh, Alex. There’s nothing to forgive. We both made mistakes.” She shook her head, sniffed, and turned wide eyes on him. “A sex hotel? Really?”