22. Sage
CHAPTER 22
Sage
“Yes,” I replied, my voice breathy and filled with yearning. “Touch me. Make me feel like that.”
“And how does that feel?” he murmured, teasing his fingers into my long hair and brushing it away from the side of my neck. His warm breath fluttered against my skin, and I ached for him to complete the move and press his lips against my pulse.
“Good.” And cherished and seen.
He brushed his lips against my neck and warmth flickered in my spots, sending sensual heat swelling in my core and making my breath hitch.
“Just good?” he chuckled, the sound warm and sensual, adding to the heat growing within me. “I can do better than that.”
He tangled his fingers in my hair and captured my lips in a sudden kiss. It was shocking and consuming from the beginning, nothing soft and tentative about it, reminding me of the searing desire in Blaze’s eyes.
His lips were hard and commanding, and his tongue invaded my mouth, forcefully deepening our connection.
The sudden assault was overwhelming and stole my breath. I’d never been kissed like that before. Royston had been uncertain and awkward. There hadn’t actually been a lot of kissing. There hadn’t been much of anything, really.
Then the man slipped his hand inside the front of my dress, roughly palming my breast, and the shock swept into hot, aching need. Fantasy Man wasn’t going to be anything like Royston, he was going to be… well, my fantasy.
Except when I moved to cup his cheek and reciprocate his touch, he captured my wrist and pressed my hand back against the fence.
“Oh no,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Do you see Lark doing any of the work?”
My gaze jumped to Lark and the three men on the bed. She still lay on the center of the mattress with her black hair splayed out like a dark halo on the white sheets, and her silver spots radiating a strange shimmering white light that was matched on the men’s arms. The men had rearranged themselves. Now the man who’d had his fingers insider her made love to her mouth while the guy still in his pants lay between her legs, trailing kisses up the inside of her thigh, and the third fondled her breasts. She had one hand tangled in the hair of the man at her breasts and her other hand wrapped around the cock of the man kissing her.
“Yes.” I pushed my free hand between me and Fantasy Man and rubbed my palm against the hard — and oh Great Father, huge! — bulge in the front of his pants.
He groaned, captured that hand and put it back on the fence with the other one, boxing me in again. “This is supposed to make you feel good.”
“I think you’re allow to take pleasure in this as well,” I breathed as the man kissing Lark’s thigh inched closer and closer to her entrance.
Blaze growled low in his throat, drawing my attention. His breath was fast and his hand on his cock was tight and trembling, while his other hand dug into the cushions beside him. His desire for her was ferocious, darkening his eyes with an almost animalistic hunger.
“Unless you’re like Blaze,” I said, realization suddenly hitting me, “and like to torture yourself first.”
“Not really my style,” Fantasy Man purred. “And Blaze usually has better control than this, even if it has been a while for him. The priestess must have blessed the pool tonight. That usually makes him more… hungry.”
“So let me touch you,” I said.
“Nope. This is for you. Consider it a welcome to the Garden gift,” he replied, his lips brushing against my neck as his hands dipped back into my dress.
I moaned softly, and more blissful heat swelled within me at his touch. He hummed a low, sensual sound of pure masculine satisfaction, and rocked his hips against my rear, pressing his hard length against me. Would he be just as impressive as Talon or the men with Lark? He felt just as impressive. And of course he’d know exactly what to do with it.
His fingers plucked at my nipples with a delicious spike of pain that seemed to snap from my breasts straight to my core.
I released a louder moan, my eyelids fluttering shut with pleasure, and he pressed his body harder against mine as if he was starting to get swept up in the moment and forget that he was supposed to be focused entirely on my pleasure.
On the other side of the fence someone gasped and Blaze growled. My eyes snapped open — I hadn’t even realized I’d let them close — and my breath caught.
The man who’d been teasing the inside of Lark’s thighs had stretched out on the bed and buried his face between her legs. His tongue flicked out, swiping against her and she gasped again as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Women can have that too?” I breathed.
Just like I’d caught one of Edred’s men feeling up a maid, I’d also seen a few maids on their knees with men’s cocks in their mouths. The men had looked like they’d enjoyed it and a couple of the maids had as well, but I hadn’t thought a man would offer the same kind of pleasure to a woman.
Because that was all it was. Pleasure for a woman. The man might be more aroused — and from the look in Blaze’s eyes and the eyes of the other men they were certainly aroused watching — but they wouldn’t get a release. And it looked like Lark was well on her way to another one.
It was the most erotic, sensual thing I’d ever seen and it made my pulse pound. My body throbbed and my mouth went dry in anticipation. I ached to know what that would feel like, prayed it would be as amazing as it looked, and feared that because this was a dream it would turn into a disappointment.
“Who’s been teaching you about sex?” Fantasy Man asked. “That’s one of the best parts.” Which of course he’d say because he was my fantasy dream man.
He stilled, his hands firm around my breasts, his lips teasing my neck, and his erection hard against me. “Have you never had sex before?”
A chill rushed through me. Would he stop if I said I hadn’t? Was this how the dream was going to turn into a nightmare. Except?—
“I’ve had sex,” I said as the man between Lark’s legs nuzzled closer and did something that made her hips rock into him and her back arch off the bed. “I’ve just never had it like that before.”
“Well then.” Fantasy Man released me and stepped back, sending regret and frustration rushing through me.
“Hey—” I started to turn to demand he return, but he dropped to his knees instead of walking away — or disappearing like most of the men in my dreams — and reached for the hem of my dress.
“We need to fix this right away,” he said without looking up at me.
He pulled the skirt of my dress over his head, pressed his hands against my ankles, and slid them slowly up the inside of my legs, urging me to make room for him.
My pulse skipped a beat. He was really going to kiss me there . But of course, he was. This was a dream. And if I could just hold on to this, it would be the most incredible dream I’d ever had.
He turned and settled between my legs, his back against the fence, and trailed his fingers closer and closer to my core.
My breathing hitched and my legs trembled.
Oh yes. Oh yes oh yes oh yes.
I clung to the fence as his hot breath followed his fingers up my right thigh, drawing closer and closer. Lark moaned and writhed and the man between her legs grabbed her hips, mercilessly licking and sucking, turning her breath ragged.
Then Fantasy Man’s tongue, hot and wet, with just a hint of friction, teased against my sensitive nub, sudden and shocking. It sent sensation zinging through me. I gasped and the gaze of the guy whose cock was captured in Lark’s grasp, flickered toward me then back to Lark. The look in his eyes darkened even more and a shudder swept through him.
“Don’t,” Blaze snarled, making the guy suck in sharp breaths, trying to control his release. “The pool was blessed. Your seed could be the one we need.”
The man nodded, sucking in more sharp breaths, but Fantasy Man teased his tongue against me again, sending more sensation rushing through me and making my eyes rolled back with pleasure before I could see if the man managed to regain control of himself.
And really, as much as watching those three men pleasure Lark made me throb with need, I didn’t need to watch anymore. I had my own man, and the feel of his strong hands on the inside of my thighs and his hot breath on my flesh was incredible.
I let my head loll back and clung to the fence, the rough vine digging into my palms. Fantasy Man brushed his fingers along the seam of my leg, drawing achingly close to my slit and tortured me with his tongue, quick, sudden flicks that shocked with a promise of the sensation that was about to come and drew more gasps that I tried to control so as not to draw the notice of the men with Lark.
I’d already made the mistake of being too loud and one of them already knew I was watching them and was turned on. I didn’t want all of them to know and I didn’t want the dream to change to something else.
But then Fantasy Man gave a long, slow, powerful lick, and my heated need surged, stealing my breath.
He licked and sucked, making me fight to hold in my gasps and moans, until I was trembling, twisted so tight I was sure I’d come.
My breathing had turned ragged, and he hummed with that delicious sound of masculine satisfaction that only turned me on more. It shocked me that even in my dream, my fantasy man would find pleasure in just bringing me pleasure, but he never asked for more and he clearly wasn’t rushing.
He brought me to the edge of what I was sure was going to be a release as incredible as the one Lark had already had, then eased back, teasing me with little breaths and flicks before building me up again.
He kept me teetering on the edge until I feared I was never going to get a release and the dream was going to keep me on the precipice, never satisfied. It was even crueler than my experience with Royston. He’d never brought me pleasure like this, never made me feel like I was on the edge of something incredible. He’d just teased me a little then took his own pleasure. This was… incredible and cruel and breathtaking?—
And then Fantasy Man slid a finger inside me and stared licking and sucking with a frenzy that made me think of Blaze. If I managed to open my eyes, pull my skirt back, and look down would I see the same hunger in Fantasy Man’s eyes that I’d seen in Blaze’s?
Great Father I wanted that, and yet I didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t there… and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to let go of the fence and keep standing to look.
Fantasy Man hummed and sighed and twisted my need tighter and tighter. I couldn’t catch my breath, my whole body trembled, and I no longer cared if anyone saw or heard me. The only thing I could think about was the promise of something amazing building within me, its whirling, growing sensation.
A final, sudden explosion tossed me from the edge Fantasy Man had brought me to again and again, and I gasped, surprised. Hot, liquid bliss roared through me, and I released a long loud moan. Lights flashed behind my lids and my essence spun around and around and around.
I’d never felt so boneless, so incredible, so sexy. I was sensation and light and power, and I didn’t want to think about the fact that this was just a dream, and my reality was cold and hard and disappointing. I wanted to stay in this moment forever but knew that was impossible. I could only hope that I’d be able to have this dream again.