Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (27 page)

Cyra rode his face through the orgasm. It was absolutely amazing. When she finally came down, she stopped her blow job and turned to face her husband.

“You’re such a wild woman,” he said, grinning.

Only one thing came to mind. She was going to wipe that smug grin off his face. As he continued laughing, she got into position.

Grabbing his erection, without warning, Cyra slid him home.

“Holy shit!” he hissed, his back arching as his very sexy wife sheathed him whole. “Please tell me that you’re not planning on teasing me,” he whispered, as she began moving.

“Oh, I planned on it.”

“Please,” he moaned, as she dropped down and ground herself against him.

Cyra shook her head, allowing the sensation to overwhelm her. There was nothing like riding her sweet husband.

Chris gripped the edges of the table as his wife used his body to get off. He could tell from the look of rapture on her face that he was going to be her hapless victim.

Funny, he was alright with that.

“Use me,” he begged.

His words made her want to do just that. While he fit her perfectly, filling her to the point that she couldn’t take any more, Cyra couldn’t stop if she tried. As she began the ride, she braced her hands on his chest. With each downward slide and upward stroke, she stayed focused on his face.

“Harder,” he muttered,
as he lost the battle with his hips. His libido was in control as he began bucking up to meet her punishing strokes. When she complied, allowing her body to crash down on his repeatedly, Chris was in heaven. When she began tightening around him, Chris prayed to hold on. He wasn’t done with his sexy wife.

Not in the least.

“Chris! I’m so close!”

He watched the blue of her eyes go blurry as he rode out the storm. When she shattered around him, Chris prayed he’d last a little longer. He’d always fantasized about one
more thing, and he wanted to make it happen.

Collapsing on his chest, Cyra enjoyed the way he felt below her body. Her orgasm was so huge
that she didn't know if he had joined her or not. When she finally sat up, the look on his face said it all.

Her husband was feeling
out of control.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he
stated, sliding her off his body. Following her to her feet, he leaned her over the cold exam table and took his place behind her. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said, running the tip of his erection over her ass. When she shuddered, he knew he couldn’t handle it. He was too far gone, but he let the fantasy fill his mind.

Instead, he guided himself deep into the slick wetness. She was hot, slippery, and ready for him
.

Cyra gasped
at the dual sensations of his hot dick entering her while the cold exam table was chilling her flesh. When he began furiously pumping himself in and out of her, Cyra could feel the herself getting dizzy.

Maybe it was wrong of him, but Chris was enjoying his wife like this.
He was focused on her ass, picturing himself driving himself home there.

God help him, but he wanted her so bad.

Staring down, he watched his erection slipping in and out of her body. It was glistening with moisture, and Chris couldn’t wait to add to it. He wanted to see his own cum mingling with hers.

Grabbing her hips, he switched his angle, hitting his wife in just the right spot. As he began filling her again and again, he could feel her body shaking.

She was close.

He was poised on the edge.

“I just can’t stop fucking you, Cyra,” he muttered, loving the way she was making breathless gasps at his invasion. “I need this so bad!”

“Chris! I’m cumming!” she shouted, as he slammed into her body harder and harder.

“Oh God!” he shouted, letting go and exploding into his wife. He could feel the heat gushing from his body, filling hers. As he leaned over her, he rested his forehead on her shoulder.

The room was filled with their labored breaths, and the antiseptic smell was replaced by the scent of sex.

Chris
was totally spent, yet grateful his wife was pregnant. Her sex hormones were running rampant, and he couldn’t wait to further explore this side of their lovemaking.

“Are you okay?” he asked, trying not to lean on her, but his legs were wobbly.

She giggled. “I’m more than fine, Christopher. I can’t seem to feel anything from my bellybutton down.”

Chris was about to say something funny, when he heard it.

The elevator doors outside the morgue were opening. “Shit! Someone’s coming! Grab your things!” he ordered, Yanking on his pants, he tried to pull a giggling, naked, and entertained Cyra to the office.

Now, he needed to get this under control and fast.

Once inside, he shoved her under his desk before dropping into his seat. Chris tried to remain calm as he buttoned his shirt.

She whispered from under the desk.

“Shhhhhhhh!” he ordered, trying not to laugh. If they got caught, he would likely have to explain to his bosses what the hell was going on at four in the morning in the morgue.

At the knock on the door, he called out to the guard. “Come in!”

The man entered and looked around. “Everything okay, Doc? I see you sent all the staff home.”

Chris tried to focus, but Cyra was unzipping his pants from her hiding spot. “Yes, it’s dead down here tonight.”

“Did your wife find you?”  he asked, leaning against the couch.

Chris swallowed. “Oh, she absolutely did.”

“You’re a lucky man. My wife wouldn’t be showing up anywhere at three in the morning.”

C
hris nodded, unable to speak. What had happened in there was far more than luck. He was convinced that he was married to a sex maniac.

Hallelujah.

“Well, I’ll be back at six for the next rounds. See you then! If I miss you, catch you tomorrow night.”

He let out a sigh when
security was gone. Pushing his chair back, Chris helped Cyra out from under the desk. She was grinning wickedly at being able to pull him back out of his pants.

“You’re out of control!”

She giggled. “I can’t help it. My sexy doctor husband makes me absolutely crazy.” Cyra pulled his mouth down to hers and showed him how insane she felt.

When she finally released him, he struggled to catch his breath. “You need to get dressed Cyra. We can’t be doing this again.”

Cyra was amused as she slipped back into the lacy lingerie. “Then, you have a problem, Christopher.”

He tucked his shirt in and stared at her. “What kind of problem?”

“Suddenly, I find myself loving the night shift. I foresee this happening again, and soon.”

“Cyra…”
He was torn between lust and logic. Maybe pregnancy hormones weren’t a good thing.

She laughed, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time she caught him off guard in the morgue.

In fact, Cyra already had a plan…

Who knew kinky sex with her sexy husband could be this much fun?

    C
hapter
E
leven:

       Girls Gone Wild

~~ Christina & Kane ~~

There are a few constants in life. We’re born, we meet people who impact o
ur lives, we build bonds, and then one day we pass from this marble in the universe. In Christina’s life, as far as she was concerned, she was just beginning to live. For years she’d toiled away, working with the FBI as their head tech, and now she was following a new path as a private investigator.

Along the way, she met many different people who would impact her life. From Elizabeth Blackhawk, who would become a close friend, to Tori Littlemoon, her new boss.

They all moved into her life and cemented her into an existence that she loved very much.

Finally,
fate was giving her all she deserved.

Christina had happiness, she was engaged to marry the Native of her dreams, and they were starting a family.

It couldn’t get any better than this.

Soon,
she and Kane would be getting married. The day would be arriving before they knew it, and Christina was beyond excited.

Life was perfect.

When Christina was offered a bachelorette party, it seemed like a really bad idea. To back up her initial impression, her fiancé, Kane, wasn’t all too keen on it either. The idea of his woman checking out half-naked men with her friends, scared the hell out of him. That response alone made her want to giggle like a lunatic.

How he could ever doubt her fidelity and love was crazy. Here, she was carrying his child. That meant everything
to her as a woman, partner, and soon to be wife.

It all happened the day Christina mentioned it to her ex-boss. The second it escaped her lips,
Elizabeth was all over it. Her belief was that everyone deserved a bachelorette party to send them off into married life. Although, none of women who were attending had had one, so this was more like a little gift to them all.

Ironically,
the attendees were all pregnant.

It was kind of funny
if you thought about it.

Who went to see strippers while you were having a baby? It was so ridiculous that they had to do it. It was more for the camaraderie than the chance to check out oiled up men.

When the men, who were married to her friends, heard about it, they adamantly said it wasn’t happening. Each husband had put his foot down, including Kane.

Yeah, that made it even funnier. Plus, it made
all of the women decide to do it anyway. They had only suggested it in jest, but when the men demanded it wasn’t going to happen, that sealed the deal. This was some hormonal wife lesson that they needed to learn.

So,
the plans were made, and all the women dug in their heels.

That was how they ended up at the all-male review.
At least the place was upscale and not some sleazy strip joint. Being Feds, they’d all seen the insides of these kinds of places. This one wasn’t too scary at all.

Sitting there, Christina was joined by Elizabeth Blackhawk, Tori Littlemoon,
and Vivian Littlemoon. As they watched the men getting money shoved into their brightly colored, overstuffed G-strings, each woman snickered. It was very reminiscent of a pack of high school girls doing something outrageous behind their parents’ backs.

It wasn’t like they didn't have their own sexy men to ogle. It was just that being told no when you were an adult, by your significant other
, was way over the line. Sometimes the Native men in their lives crossed a big line.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” said Tori,
as she laughed wickedly.

Christina couldn’t either. She was incredibly entertained.

“Well, had the men not been jackwagons, we would have been going with my initial plan,” stated Elizabeth. “I really planned on massages and pampering with some really expensive bubbly water.”

Vivian laughed, recalling the look on Justin’s face and his absolute outrage. “Yeah, we didn't tell them they couldn’t go to that pricey cigar bar and drink whiskey all night.
We all know that the women there serving up the smokes aren’t wearing full body covering.”

Christina was beginning to feel bad
over the entire thing. “I hope I didn't hurt Kane’s feelings. He really didn't want me to come here.”

All the women laughed. They were each married to a Native man who was a tad bit overprotective.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” stated Elizabeth, as some oiled up man in leather pants placed a diet soda in front of her. In all honesty, none of the stripping men even caught her attention. She had enough sexified Nativeness going on at home. This was more about Ethan and Callen forbidding her to go.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
It’s like they had lost their damn minds.