Secret Fantasies Page 2

  “I’m Michael,” the man said, placing a hand on each hip in a relaxed pose. Phoebe smiled and mimicked him. “I’m Phoebe.”

  “Do you think it’s possible to be waiting for someone and not realize it, Phoebe?” he asked in his deep, husky voice.

  She smiled; amused, entranced, and more than a little wet as her libido sped into overdrive.

  “I think so,” she replied lightly, not wanting him to realize just how tight and hungry her body had become. “I certainly didn’t realize I was being drawn here for this. Though…now I’m here…”

  The man smiled at her and stepped forward to close the distance between them. Phoebe felt not an ounce of wariness. She had learned over many, many years how to hone her instincts, how to size up and gage a man or woman on barely a flicker and a second’s glance.

  This was a good man. He certainly wouldn’t hurt her, and she’d bet he even had a white-knight complex, since after they had introduced themselves his body had positioned itself protectively. He hadn’t shifted closer, but more angled his body so if someone came from behind him he could shield her with his own large frame.

  In the dim light, she could see the hefty bulge in his pants, and considering his semi-aroused state didn’t need any psychic gift to comprehend his reasons for talking to her were not nefarious, but purely sexual.

  Michael even had a slight hesitancy about him, as if he were afraid to scare her away. Phoebe sincerely hoped those large, warm hands could satisfy her beyond her wildest dreams.

  “I agree,” he said softly, reaching out a hand and waiting for her to take it, “now we are here…” he trailed off.

  Phoebe took a spilt second to once more gage the entire situation. Nothing inside her led her to believe there was the slightest danger. Indeed, sexual chemistry rippled between them. After years of living on her instincts, being able to sum up a situation on a moment’s notice, she certainly wasn’t going to start second-guessing herself now.

  She smiled widely and placed her hand in Michael’s large, warm one. This man felt solid, dependable. He would no more hurt her than he would set fire to his own balls.

  As they turned and he led her out of the park, she felt the electric tingle of not only a new path of life opening before her, but also a solid, unshakeable sense of rightness ease through her.

  “So, Phoebe, tell me a bit about yourself.”

  Phoebe grinned, and as they walked together, began the comfortable, brief exchange of two strangers who knew they wouldn’t be estranged for long.

  Chapter Two

  Michael couldn’t help but continually steal glances at the stunning woman who walked next to him. Her hand felt warm, smooth and slim in his, perfect—as if she had been created in the exact dimensions to fit him.

  For the first time in longer than he could recall, standing next to a woman he felt the inherent size differences between a man and woman. She felt small next to him, delicate. He wanted to protect her. He did not fully understand what it was that had dragged him out of his bed a short time ago. A restless, itchy, should-be-somewhere-else kind of feeling. Whatever it was, he felt grateful for it.

  Vampires certainly had heightened senses, though not exactly how they were portrayed in Gavreel’s cheesy old pulp fiction novels he seemed unaccountably attached to. Michael had often simply “known” certain things, especially when it came to the rare few people who were held close to his heart and soul.

  Elder siblings always knew what was going on in their younger siblings’ lives, he had always rationalized. Yet Michael felt almost as if he had known Phoebe well before he saw her running around the track in the recpark. She seemed familiar to him.

  The lodging he shared with Simeon and Rylan came into view. Michael led Phoebe up the short pathway and grinned as her eyes widened in appreciation.

  “That’s a pretty big lodging for one man,” she acknowledged.

  “I share it with my younger twin brothers, Simeon and Rylan,” he explained, not at all worried about what it might portray about him. “It’s deceptively large inside, so we won’t have any trouble keeping out of everyone else’s way.”

  Michael pressed his palm to the plate to unlock the door. Keeping Phoebe’s hand securely tucked in his own he led her down the corridor and around to his own set of rooms. As he had promised and known, there wasn’t a sound or peep out of another living soul.

  Finally closing the door to his set of chambers behind them, Michael licked his lips as he leisurely looked over Phoebe. Her long, pale blonde hair drawn back into a ponytail made her look young, flirty. Deep violet eyes hungrily ate him up.

  Michael slowly raised his hand, began to peel his clothes from his body. He wanted to give her time to change her mind, even as he silently prayed she wouldn’t. Ever the gentleman, he had never taken a woman who didn’t want him, and he had no plans to start now even if he did strongly feel this was exactly what Phoebe wanted.

  “I’ll need you to talk to me,” he murmured softly as the last of his clothing fell to the floor and he stood before her utterly naked. “I love hearing that a woman likes what I do to her.”

  His heart stuttered a quick tattoo as she smiled at him. Her lush lips beckoned him, the happiness and lust in her face and especially those dark purple eyes showing him just how much he excited her. His cock thickened and lengthened, pleasure bordering on pain.

  “I love a man who can take his cues from a woman,” she replied softly, her voice thick with desire. “I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

  Michael stepped forward, closing the distance between them both and reached out his hand. In a few quick, economical movements he had her top off. Phoebe had toed off her shoes and he had stripped her pants down to puddle on the floor.

  Her pale skin looked smooth and flawless. Casually, giving her plenty of time and room to stop him, Michael ran his fingertips over her slim curves, pleased her breasts were a solid handful.

  Skin as soft as silk had his cock hardening even more, the sensual pleasure of her body tightening his groin and causing his mouth to water with the hunger to taste her. When she moaned softly at his gentle caress, Michael bent down to run his tongue along the curve of her neck.

  Phoebe smelled clean, fresh, as if she had recently bathed. The faint but heady smell of exotic flowers clung to her, whether it was the scent of her cleanser, or simply naturally her, he had no idea. She shivered at the sensation of his tongue along her skin. He moaned as her nipples beaded in excitement.

  Her hand reached out to guide his own much larger one, cupped her hip and automatically he drew her closer to him. Knowing they would soon be moving quickly, their excitement building furiously, Michael slowly backed Phoebe to his large bed.

  With a laugh she quickly pulled the elastic from her ponytail and fell back onto the softness of his mattress, her pale blonde hair spreading over his pillow. The startling contrast between light and dark appealed to him.

  In no rush, Michael followed Phoebe down onto the bed and easily covered her body with his. Her hands traced the line of muscle over his chest, the softness of her fingertips giving him pleasure but tightening his shaft even more.

  He felt hot, thin beads of sweat trickle on his forehead and back. For the first time in centuries he struggled to retain control. He wanted Phoebe with a fire and passion he had never before experienced.

  Dipping his head once again he traced wet circles around the full curve of her breast, only when she moaned and thrust the peak into his mouth did he take and pull on her pert nipple.

  Sucking hard, enjoying passing the pleasure to his lover, Michael could feel his own excitement mount as Phoebe moaned and arched her body into his. Her hands roamed over his body restlessly, and when she fisted him and gently stroked his length, Michael could feel his control begin to fray.

  “No,” he uttered hoarsely. Quickly, he captured both her slim hands in one of his own, chaining them above her head.

  A quick glance at her eyes proved this
action actually turned her on even further, the violet deepening in her eyes, lust burning brightly.

  “I wouldn’t have picked you for being kinky,” she teased him, not an ounce of fear in her voice. Michael knew he would never hurt any woman, but this one was starting to mean even more than any other. He would rather suffer agonies than scare, hurt or upset her.

  “I’m happy to play as kinky as you want,” he promised huskily, “but this is pure selfishness. I don’t want you driving me wild until I’ve satisfied you.”

  Phoebe laughed and Michael merely grinned his reply, turning back to his erotic explorations of her body. With her hands chained well out of reach, even though she unconsciously struggled against her bondage a few times Michael had no trouble keeping her still.

  Time appeared to stand still, even though he knew it ticked away. The early hours of the morning had always seemed magical to him, time somehow melding itself to be quick or slow depending on one’s needs and desires.

  When he had moved himself down to her soft, flat belly, Michael knew he would have to release her hands.

  “Grab the bedhead,” he commanded softly. Phoebe, eyes closed and panting hard, reached her hands up to grab the top of his bed, instinctively responding to his words.

  Michael spread her thighs wide, his hands warm but firm. Breathing deeply he drew in the luscious scent of woman.

  Eager now, he dipped his head and stroked his tongue along full, pouting outer labia lips. Tasting the exquisite nectar there, Michael instantly became addicted to the taste of Phoebe.

  Salty and lush, she tasted of ambrosia and heaven. Eagerly, Michael lapped at her, the tips of one hand tracing random patterns on her thighs, the other gently stroking the nub of her clitoris into standing attention.

  “Come inside me,” Phoebe panted, “I’ve had my suppression shot and I’m clean, I swear.”

  Michael grinned to himself.

  Suppression shots were useless to a vampire, when in heat nothing could suppress pregnancy if that’s what was meant to be, and at all other times vampires were incompatible. Health-wise there were very few sexually transmitted diseases left nowadays, but for the few that were around, vampires were immune, and they could neither catch nor give any of them.

  “I’m clean too,” he replied. He wanted to ease Phoebe’s mind, but didn’t think she’d appreciate a lesson on his own background right at this moment. Plenty of time for that in the morning, after they had both sated themselves.

  “Right now, however,” he continued, “I am far more interested in driving you wild.”

  Gently, he eased one thick finger into her as he suckled on her clit. He watched, entranced, as Phoebe pressed her head back into the pillows and moaned in pleasure.

  “You’re doing that,” she agreed breathlessly, “but I want you, right now!”

  Michael chuckled and gave her another finger. He was astounded at how tight she felt, how her body clenched around him. Crooking his finger, he stroked her inner walls, searched for her most sensitive spot.

  Even before he found it he could feel her inner walls contracting around him. Enraptured, he watched as the beauty before him flew apart, muffling her screams with a hand.

  Continuing to stroke her intimately, Michael moved himself up to kiss her full, pouting lips. When she opened her eyes, they stared deeply into each other’s souls.

  “No one can hear you,” he assured her gently as he pressed another kiss to her lips. “You can be as loud as you like and no one but you and me will know. I promise.”

  The grin that crossed her face took his breath away in its beauty. Michael felt himself tumble headfirst into love. Slowly, gently she lowered her hands to his shoulders and pushed him onto his back.

  More than willing to comply with this sensual siren, Michael lay passively, only grinning when she lifted herself off his fingers. Bringing his digits to his mouth, he naughtily licked her essence from the two fingers.

  He watched as her pupils dilated, hunger burning in their depths.

  “My turn,” she whispered and he nodded happily.

  His cock tightened as she straddled his hips, bent to kiss him and then thrust herself down his length. Wet as she was, she smoothed over him like fiery silk, as if they had been meant for one another.

  Michael groaned, clenched his fists to try and hold on to his slipping control.

  “Let go,” she whispered enticingly. No siren song could possibly match her lure.

  As they stared into each other’s eyes, she rode him, her breaths coming in quick pants, pleasure, astonishment and a burning lust all easily portrayed across her face. In the heat of the moment, the flames of lust and need began to enflame him, and Michael knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

  Of their own volition both his hands settled on her slim hips, lifting and pressing her, hastening her own movements. She didn’t fight him, indeed her hands settled on his shoulders and aided his ministrations.

  In seconds Michael could feel the heat burning in his balls, his explosion imminent. Lightning-quick, one hand moved back to her pussy, a finger flicking her clit.

  Phoebe screamed, her body convulsing. The milking motion of her pussy threw him over his own climax, his dick thrusting deep inside her, his seed spurting into her womb, bathing and branding her.

  She collapsed on him, and for the first time Michael could feel the quick, heavy pound of her heart against his chest. Still intimately joined, Michael shifted slightly so they could spoon together, face to face.

  Their breaths mingled, both of them panting, and their hearts pounded together. Michael kissed Phoebe softly, gently, the sweetness of the moment stunning him.

  Their sex had been hot and furious, fast and devastatingly erotic, and yet he felt his cock begin to stir once more. Slowly, she responded to the sweetness of his lips, her tongue flicking out to tease him.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered to him, wonder dawning in her deep violet eyes.

  Michael chuckled.

  “I know,” he replied, “but the night is still young.”

  They exchanged a warm, secret glance—the kind only lovers of the heart could understand.

  “Let me tell you a secret,” he whispered enticingly against her ear as he began to string kisses across her cheek and down her neck. “And then you can begin to tell me some of your secret fantasies.”

  The moan that seemed wrenched from her was part surrender and part surprise. Unable to believe his good fortune, Michael thanked the Goddess above and slowly began to build the erotic conflagration that he knew would burn between them once again.

  * * * * *

  As the sky lightened with the rising of the twin suns many hours later, Phoebe crept out of the large, comfortable lodging Michael had taken her back to. His large body sprawled across the bed, tempting her still, even after hours of play and numerous bouts of lovemaking.

  Initially, she had been worried about the fact he shared the lodgings with his two brothers, but Michael had insisted their privacy would be absolute, and it had been the truth. She had screamed out so many orgasms her thigh muscles were still shaking from delayed reaction, and her throat felt tingly and raw.

  She had shared some of her most secret desires, her hottest and most private fantasies with this man, and even though in almost any other circumstance she might be feeling embarrassed now or shy, she simply couldn’t lie to herself. She felt wonderful, as if she had shared some of her deepest, most private self with this man.

  For a moment she hesitated. She didn’t know if she could ever share anything even half as secret and intimate with anyone else. Phoebe paused, fully clothed beside the bed. Should she leave him a message? Phoebe probed her instinct, questioned herself. Shockingly, she couldn’t decide either way.

  Gently, surprised at her own uncertainty, Phoebe worried her lower lip as she debated with herself. Before she could change her mind she picked up the holo-pad and scribbled Thank you for a night like no other. P

  Her
skin prickled hotly, whether flushed from embarrassment or nerves she had no idea. Walking quickly out of the lush bedroom, Phoebe retraced the path Michael had brought her down seemingly days ago.

  She felt a moment of panic as she pressed the release on the front door, worried Michael might have locked the door from the inside. Sighing in huge relief as the door swung open, Phoebe pulled her sweats closer around her body in the chilly dawn air.

  As she pulled the main door shut behind her, she looked out at the rising twin suns. A bright, clear new day lay before her.

  Three times, she mused silently, standing on the front steps of the lodging, smiling stupidly to herself. For the second time that morning she began to stretch her legs to try and work the kinks out of her smaller and less used muscles.

  Three times in what? Four hours tops?

  It couldn’t possibly be later than seven in the morning since the suns were only just over the horizon. Phoebe straightened her back, did a few leg warm-ups and looked up and down the street. She bit her lip, and for the first time she could ever recall in almost any situation, she looked back, at the comfortable, welcoming lodging she had spent a few short hours in. In her mind’s eye could see Michael still asleep, sprawled in his bed, naked as a jer-bird.

  She shook her whole body, warming her muscles up, and bounced on the balls of her feet, putting off the moment she had to step down off the front step of the only place she had ever felt was a home.

  Phoebe looked up and down the street once again to get her bearings, and noticed the Candy-Bar Eatery on the far corner. Recognizing the eatery, she knew pretty much where she stood and turned in the other direction to head back to the recpark and lake.

  It was time she got back to work. Much as she cherished the previous four hours’ worth of memories, she not only had work to do, but didn’t want to impose on Michael. He was everything and more she had imagined in a man, and yet he had taken great pains to inform her of his missing father and how much time of his the search would consume.

  Not once had he made her feel as if she were unimportant, or just some random lay, in fact, they had both been honest in their feeling something predestined in their meeting. Yet Phoebe held private doubts if this were exactly the right time for them to start a relationship.