Total Abandon (20 page)

Now she lay in the hammock before him, her legs sprawled over the edge, open wide, ready for him. She wanted him to touch her. Her hot inner passage squeezed his fingers. She was dripping wet and ready for him.

He drew his fingers from her heat, then stroked over her clit. He leaned forward and licked it, then pressed the tip of his tongue against the button. She squirmed, then moaned softly as he lapped harder. Then he sucked on her and her moan increased.

She was so hot and wet. His cock throbbed with need.

“I want you inside me.” Her throaty words drove him wild.

He stood up and pressed his cockhead to her slick opening. Oh, man, she was so wet and hot. He pushed forward, allowing his cockhead to slip inside.

*   *   *

Sandra squeezed the big cockhead inside her. He swirled a little but wouldn’t give her any more. She wanted that big cock all the way in.

“Please, fuck me.” She gasped as he drove into her in one deep thrust.

He held her tight against his pelvis. She wrapped her legs around him, sucking in air at the intensely full sensation. Then he drew back and drove deep again. She was so close already. His thrusts increased, sending the hammock rocking.

Magical sensations quivered through her, then ricocheted along her nerve endings. His big cock plunged into her again and again. Pleasure thrummed through her body, then bliss erupted inside her as she skyrocketed into a glorious orgasm.

He pumped a few more times, then stiffened against her as he filled her with heat.

She sighed and collapsed against the hammock. He drew away, then she felt him adjust the hammock under her legs again. He freed one of her hands, then drew it toward her other hand and fastened them together. A moment later, he climbed into the hammock behind her and snuggled up in a spoon position. She fell asleep in the warmth of his arms, his lips nuzzling her neck with incredible tenderness.

*   *   *

Sandra awoke the next morning with the sun shining on her face and a soft blanket over her. She brushed her hair from her face and realized her wrists were no longer attached to the hammock.

She pulled off the eye mask and glanced behind her, but she already knew her Fantasy Stranger was gone. She’d known it the moment she’d woken up.

Being in his arms last night had been sensational. His tenderness … the loving way he touched her … the way her heart fluttered when he was near … All these things made her time with him extraordinary. Far beyond what she felt with James and Craig. Even though her Fantasy Stranger was one of them.

It was like there was some deeper truth they shared when they were together. As if by blindfolding her, he could show his true self. Show how much he felt for her. And she sensed he had very deep feelings for her. Maybe even … love.

But that was ridiculous. She didn’t want any man falling in love with her right now. And
she
sure didn’t want to fall in love. Not yet. Eric had been the only man she’d ever been with before coming to the cottage with Aimee. Devlin had been right. She needed to take this time to experience different men. To be a little wild.

To be free.

She rolled on her back and stared up at the trees as birds twittered in the branches. Her insides quivered with yearning to be with her Fantasy Stranger again.

Ah, damn. Maybe if she could figure out once and for all if he was James or Craig … but no. That wouldn’t help. Knowing would probably make it even harder. At least now, when she was with them without the pretense of the Fantasy Stranger persona, they all had a good time but with no emotional attachment. If she knew which one it was, it might throw off the balance and complicate everything.

*   *   *

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Aimee walked toward the hammock carrying a big blue beach towel. “I brought you a towel. Let’s go for a swim.”

Sandra pushed her feet over the edge of the hammock and stood up. Aimee handed her the towel and Sandra wrapped it around her body, then followed Aimee, similarly clad in only a beach towel, toward the path.

“By the way, I ticked off items one and two on the list. Being held captive and bondage.” Aimee grinned. “That means only two to go.”

Sixteen

Sandra laughed. “Too bad we don’t have more time here so we could finish them off.”

She couldn’t believe she’d actually done most of the items on the list. Over the course of two short weeks, she’d become a wild woman. And she loved it!

“Don’t worry. There are still plenty of weekends left this summer.”

Moments later, they stepped onto the beach where they’d gone skinny-dipping that first morning on the island. Craig waved at them from the raft, where he stood totally naked, then dove into the water. James lay on his back on the raft, also naked.

Aimee laughed and shed her towel, then ran into the water. Sandra tossed aside her towel and followed. She swam straight to the raft and climbed onto it, then stood in front of James, blocking the sun. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her.

“Good morning.”

“It is,” she agreed, then she knelt over his thighs and wrapped her hands around his cock. It had been lying quietly on his legs, but at her touch, it bounced to life. She stroked and it swelled and hardened in her hand. An amazing thing, really.

With her free hand, she stroked her breast, the nipples already hard from the cool water. He covered her other breast with his hot hand and stroked. She wanted him. Now. She tweaked her nipple, then stroked down her stomach to her opening, then stroked herself, feeling the slickness. She pressed his cock to her slit and eased herself down on him.

“Oh, God that feels good,” he said. “I take it you missed me.”

“Oh, yeah.” She squeezed him inside her, then rose up and glided down again.

She rode up and down, filling her passage with his hard shaft, driving pleasure through her. It welled up and blasted through her as she wailed in release. He groaned and filled her with hot liquid.

She rolled on her back and glanced around. Craig and Aimee sat on the side of the raft watching her, Craig stroking his own huge cock. Her gaze shifted to the tiger tattoo on his bicep. So sexy.

She opened her arms to him. “Craig. How about it?”

Craig glanced toward Aimee, and she smiled and nodded. He prowled over her and pressed his huge cock to her opening. She gasped as he thrust straight in. She wrapped her arms around his big broad shoulders.

“Fuck me. Hard.”

He grinned and kissed her nose. Then he drew back and thrust again. And again. He pounded into her, catapulting her to another orgasm. She clung to his shoulders as she moaned, waves of pleasure washing through her. He tensed and groaned.

Craig rolled to her side and lay beside her. As her breathing returned to normal, she heard moaning and glanced around. James’ cock thrust in and out of Aimee on the other side of the swim raft.

She felt no jealousy watching James fucking Aimee.

But what if she knew he was her Fantasy Stranger. Would she feel jealous then? What if she knew it was Craig?

What if Aimee suggested putting on a mask to be with Sandra’s Fantasy Stranger? The very thought sent jealousy surging through her.

*   *   *

Sandra watched the shore whipping past as the boat raced across the water.

“Are you asking me to tell you who the Fantasy Stranger is?” Aimee asked.

Sandra pursed her lips. “No, that’s not it. I just … I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way. If I know who it is, will I stop obsessing over him? Or will it only make it worse?”

“What if these feelings you have for the Fantasy Stranger are real?”

“But that doesn’t make any sense. If they were real, why wouldn’t I feel them when I’m with the man without the mask?”

Aimee shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe the Fantasy Stranger isn’t either James or Craig.”

Sandra raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you brought a third man to the island?”

“Well, why not?” Aimee grinned. “You liked the two you saw. Would it have been wrong of me to have a spare tucked away for a special occasion?”

“Yes, it would be wrong.” Sandra leaned back in her seat.

Aimee glanced toward her. “Why?”

“Well, because I’d never met him.”

Aimee turned the boat in a wide curve, and Sandra saw the marina ahead.

“You’d never met Craig before and I thought you hadn’t met James.”

“But I did meet them before I had sex with them.”

“Well, that’s exactly the point, honey.” Aimee slowed the boat as they approached the dock. “You had met them. So neither of them fit the sex with a
stranger
role.”

“Are you saying the Fantasy Stranger isn’t James or Craig?”

“I’m not really saying anything. You said you didn’t want to know who he was. You’ll just have to trust me on this.”

Aimee pulled the boat into the slip and turned off the engine, then hopped onto the dock and tossed a loop over the cleat. Sandra stood up and handed the luggage to her.

Sandra wasn’t sure if Aimee was just playing with her or seriously trying to tell her that the Fantasy Stranger was a third man. She didn’t really believe that, though, because he just felt too … familiar. Even the first time, it had been as if her body knew him, though since it was the first time she’d made love in more than a year, her reeling senses had been in too tumultuous a state to really know what was real and imagined.

She hopped out of the boat and followed Aimee as she dragged the cooler, with the luggage atop, to the car.

But that familiarity, that sense of knowing him, had her pretty convinced it was James, even though when he was her Fantasy Stranger, his cock seemed bigger. More like Craig’s. But that really could be a trick of her mind.

*   *   *

Sandra tossed and turned that night, thoughts of her Fantasy Stranger filling her mind.

All the fantastic sex she’d had with James and Craig—being captured by Craig, overpowered by him, sandwiched between both men—should have given her enough fantasies to fill her mind with wonder. But her thoughts kept wandering back to being in the arms of her Fantasy Stranger. She longed to feel the tenderness of his touch again. To feel his lips brush against her neck. To feel his arms around her, holding her tight to his solid body.

She
ached
for him.

Finally, she fell asleep, and dreamed of him. Hot … steamy … intense dreams. He touched her with a gentle passion that stirred her soul. His body joined with hers, filling her with intense desire. He made her feel cherished and …
loved
.

As he moved inside her, heat built within her … then exploded in exultant waves of bliss. She awoke in the throes of a powerful orgasm that washed through her body as she shuddered in ecstasy.

As she lay gasping on the bed, memories of his body pressed tight to hers still quivering through her brain, she realized she had to get over this fantasy.

She needed to stay grounded in reality. The whole problem with her marriage had been that she’d gotten lost in the fantasy of love and happily-ever-after. It’s not that she didn’t believe in those things, but they should be based on fact. On real feelings, for a real man.

And her Fantasy Stranger wasn’t real. These strong feelings she had were probably just a result of the mask heightening her other senses, making things feel more intimate. The feelings she had for the Fantasy Stranger were no more real than the love she’d thought she’d felt for her ex-husband.

As long as she kept that in perspective, everything would be fine.

And the best way to do that would be to focus on a real man.

*   *   *

Sandra glanced at Aimee over her sandwich. “Remember our conversation about Devlin last week? How he’s resisting starting up something with me?”

“You mean, how he’s resisting your feminine wiles and how you’d really like to
totally submit
to him?” Aimee grinned. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Okay, well … Do you think I’d be a really bad person if I … you know, sort of seduced him into it?”

Aimee’s gaze locked with hers and she smiled broadly. “Not at all. I think it would be brilliant.”

“Even though he told me he didn’t want to endanger our friendship?”

Aimee shrugged. “Look, you have one opinion about this, he has another. There’s nothing wrong with trying to convince a person to change his mind, right?”

Sandra smiled. “That’s what I was thinking.” She sipped her drink. “I’d need your help.”

“You’ve got it. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, first … You have a key to Devlin’s apartment, right?”

*   *   *

On Friday evening, as the setting sun cast the clouds a deep orange against the backdrop of a rich blue sky, Devlin walked toward the front door of his apartment building. His cell phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket.