Page 209 of Wicked Fantasies

His words caught in his throat as her tongue darted out to tease the small opening of his penis.

“I want to,” she whispered and all thought of stopping fled his mind as she wrapped her lips and hand around his cock and gave him the blowjob of a lifetime.

Gripping him tightly in her fist, she tormented him with her lips, teeth, and tongue. Each time he managed to settle his racing thoughts to her pattern, she’d change the game. One minute she would simply run her tongue up and down as if he were a lollipop and she a small child. Next, she would turn into a tiger, engulfing his length, nearly swallowing him whole as her teeth teased his sensitive flesh.

Each time she changed her motion, he found himself reeling in the wake of her devastating touches. His hands gripped her hair tightly and at her sudden hiss, he realized he must be hurting her. He started to release her when she shook her head, his cock still buried in the wet cavern of her mouth. Reaching back down, he pulled again at her flaxen locks nearly bowled over by the realization that she enjoyed his rough play. The notion caused his cock to grow even harder, a fact that obviously wasn’t lost on his little minx as she changed the rules of the game yet again. Using her free hand, she reached down to cup his balls lightly before exploring even further. The feeling of her finger breeching the entrance to his anus nearly shoved him over the end. Tugging her hair became an unconscious action as all his thoughts were centered on the extreme pleasure/pain her hands and mouth were evoking in his body.

“Damn,” he hissed, when he felt her finger, only one knuckle deep, begin to wiggle in the tight portal. “You are going to pay for this.” The glorious feeling of his orgasm was pulsing from the root to the tip of his cock as he took control of her mouth. His hands gripped the sides of her face as he began fucking her mouth in earnest. His ejaculation was so overpowering, he fought to remain standing as his tormentor swallowed down every drop he fed her, licking him clean as she gradually released him.

“Holy mother,” he murmured as he fell to his knees in front of her. Obviously pleased with his response, she wrapped her arms around his neck in an embrace that couldn’t be called anything other than a hug. She tilted his world on its axis and then attempted to comfort him as she would a lost child.

Pulling back, he looked into her bright eyes full of something foreign to him and yet he knew in an instant what it was. Love. She looked at him with eyes full of love. No doubt her actions were her way of showing him something he knew she would not say aloud. His Meg was too practical, too caring. She wouldn’t burden him with an emotion she didn’t think he wanted. He suggested a weekend away from the pressures of the real world, a time out of time and she was giving it to him. Just as she had given him her trust, her body, her friendship. And he had given her nothing but lies. The thought of him allowing this relationship to continue built upon a deception had seemed small enough at the beginning, yet now it threatened to choke him. What would she say when she learned who he really was? Would she still look at him with such caring or would she turn her back in anger? And coward that he was, Rob pushed his confession away unwilling to take the risk of seeing that look in her eyes fade away.

Chapter Seven

Midmorning Saturday was just as dreary as Friday and Meg cursed the weather.

“Damn,” she muttered, unaware of Rob’s presence until she felt his arms encase her from behind.

“Still no sunshine,” he stated. “Honestly, Teach, I’ve never known it rain like this here.”

“Just my luck,” she sighed. “I really wanted to go down to the ocean today.”

“Well, unless you’re made of sugar, which is a definite possibility given your sweetness, I figure we could go for a walk along the beach in the rain without melting.”

Smiling, Meg turned in his arms, raising her hands to pull his face down to his. She turned and kissed him softly. “I’d love to go for a walk. Are you sure you don’t mind? We’re bound to get soaked.”

“We’d get soaked swimming in the ocean if it was sunny, so I don’t really see much difference.”

“I’ll just go up and slip on my travel clothes.” She glanced down at his oversized t-shirt. She’d worn it all day yesterday, which hadn’t been a problem since they hadn’t left the room. Her luggage still hadn’t arrived. No big surprise there. “I wish I had a pair of shorts. Oh well, I can just roll the linen pants up at the ankle and the shirt is pretty much beyond hope at this point anyway. A little more rain can’t hurt it.”

“I’ll grab us both a couple of sweatshirts,” he added. “It’s bound to be chilly out there.”

Going their separate ways, they met up again in the living room after only a few minutes. Rob had put on a pair of khaki shorts and Meg took a second to admire his trim, tanned legs. Raising his eyebrows to let her know he was aware of her wayward glance, he handed her a big sweatshirt and a baseball cap, before donning his own with a grin.

“This will keep the rain out of our eyes.”

Walking down to the beach, Meg pulled off her sandals, delighted by the feeling of wet sand between her toes. Rob clasped her hand in his own tugging her forward and she was thrilled he was with her as she took in her first up-close look at the ocean.

“It’s amazing.” The first wave crashed around her bare ankles. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen the ocean.” Rob was still stunned by her revelation late last night. “My family spent nearly every summer, vacationing at the beach.”

“We didn’t really have a lot of time or money for vacations,” Meg explained, “although once, I went to Williamsburg on a school field trip and my mom came along as a chaperone. It was just a day trip, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. Such a wonderfully historic place. We spent the entire day pretending we were colonists living in the 1800’s. It was fun, but not,” she continued with a mischievous grin, “as fun as this.” With her words, she bent down and scooped up a handful of ocean water to splash on Rob.

He acted offended before it apparently sunk in he was already soaked. “Uh-oh,” he said with a gleam in his eye, “Now you’ve done it.” Bending over, he returned the splash, his large hands able to throw twice the water, twice as far.

Squealing, she took off running and kicking up water as he gave chase. She felt his large hands reach out to pick her up in the midst of her retreat and she screamed with amusement as he proceeded to walk out into the water, threatening to throw her in.

“Don’t you dare!” She grasped at his arms.

“What will you give me if I don’t?” He was angling for a kiss.

She pretended to think about his question. “I’ll buy you an ice cream cone.”

Rob laughed at her bribe before considering it seriously. “A chocolate one?”

“If that’s what you want.”

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