Sully's Fantasy
“You have no idea.” She shuddered as I ran my fingers up the back of her leg, stroking the sensitive skin behind her knee before creeping up, up, up, and running a gentle touch through the hot slipperiness of her pussy.
“Oh, I think I do.” I inserted the tip of my finger, falling head over heels in love with her all over again as she grabbed my wrist and forced my touch higher inside her. “Fuck, you’re going to pay for that.”
She groaned, her gaze dilated and fixated on my nakedness. Her hips rocked on my hand. “I’ll happily pay whatever you want if you put me out of my misery.”
“Anything?” I slid my arm around her waist, jerking her against me. I inserted another finger, stretching her, making her writhe in my arms. “Would you let me tie you up? Have you in any position? Do whatever I fucking wanted?”
“God, yes.”
My thumb rubbed her clit, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers. “You’re mine. Do you deny it?”
She struggled to raise her hand, flashing her wedding and engagement rings in my face. “Legally yours and wholeheartedly.”
My cock throbbed, leaking another droplet of demented desire. “You say the sweetest things.”
“I try.” She snapped her teeth. “But I won’t stay sweet unless you deliver what you’re promising.”
“Patience, filthy Jinx.” Removing my hand from her pussy, I bent and tied my own ankle, her wetness on my fingers making the knot slippery. At least this way, we would stay behind closed doors.
Pushing her away a little, I leaned over the bed and grabbed the bottle of cinta. I shook it, raising my eyebrow. “You’re drenched already. I’m hard as a fucking rock. We both don’t need this, but...fancy turning our sexual hunger into a famine?”
She licked her lips, her cheeks flushed. “Adding fuel to the fire?”
“Pouring an entire drum of gasoline.”
Her chest rose and fell. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to control it. I’m already out of my mind with lust.”
“Guess we’ll find out how wild we can be.” I kissed her, pressing my skin to hers and adding another layer of electrical heat.
Bad idea.
Her mouth opened wide.
Her tongue lashed over mine.
A simple kiss exploded into a teeth-clacking, dry-humping inferno. It would be so easy to hoist her up my body and plunge inside her. So fucking tempting to thrust—
Tearing my mouth away, I snarled, “Open.”
Panting, she did as she was told, blinking rapidly while swaying on her feet.
Squeezing the dropper, I unscrewed the bottle and hovered the glass dispenser over her tongue. She never looked away as I squeezed one droplet into her mouth.
Her eyes closed as she swallowed, making my stomach clench and cock bob with desire. Tipping my head back, I swallowed my own dose before fastening the bottle and tossing it back onto the bed.
The recipe in this particular drug was a much safer, saner version of elixir. It didn’t hijack neural pathways or take over mental capacity and blood flow. There was no risk of a heart attack like its predecessor.
Cinta merely took what lust was already there and increased it to a level where the host felt drunk. Where any and all self-consciousness was deleted, and the only thought in your entire body was to be connected with your significant other.
That was why it worked so well for our unhappily married couples who came for counselling. Strip back the arguments, the grudges, and the past, and you were left with a healthy fresh start centred entirely on basic chemistry.
Eleanor moaned under her breath as she reached for me. Her nipples peaked, and a trickle of need slid down her inner thigh. Her fingers hissed with power, shocking my skin as she stepped into me.
My balls tightened. My pulse hitched.
I wanted her so fucking much.
But not here.
Tonight, we’d attended a ball in costumes and disguises.
Now...we were free to visit a place far more fitting.
We were free to be us.
Unlocking my phone, I highlighted the link I’d never loaded before and pressed the button.
Chapter Nine
I BLINKED AS AN entirely new world unfolded before me.
The chirps of birds pierced my comprehension first. The babble of a brook. The crash of a waterfall. The exotic hum of cicadas in the trees serenading with a tropical symphony.
Unlike previous fantasies that loaded in complete detail, this one evolved from white nothingness into the most extraordinary jungle. Palm trees soared from soil. Leaf matter littered the earth. Glossy bushes, vibrant flowers, and sweeping banyan trees all swept toward the skies.
Once the trees were in place, vines dripped from their branches, delivering bromeliads and jewelled frogs and the intricate ecosystem of a humid forest.
The bird and cicada song was drowned out as monkeys chattered in the treetops, and the snuffle of wild pigs and slither of snakes whispered in the undergrowth.
Everywhere I looked, life existed.
Not just flora but fauna too.
A deer bounded off in a spiel of sunlight.
A black panther slinked up a tree trunk.
A toucan flew low with its beak glistening with colour.
And then, there was Sully.
A man with two legs and two arms but the heart of a beast who belonged wholeheartedly in a place of wilderness over any castle or city.
I swallowed a gasp as I drank him in.
His hair was slightly longer, teasing the tops of his shoulders, loose and tangled. His delicious body was bare apart from a simple loincloth made of softened, plaited reeds. His sun-browned stomach rippled with ridges and power. His arms bunched as he fisted his hands by muscular thighs. His feet planted into the soft dirt, and his head cocked like a predator just sensing which way his prey would run.
He hadn’t changed his outward appearance. He still looked like my husband in every delicious way possible. Just...untamed.
He grinned as his gaze dropped from mine and skated down my body. “Hello, darling wife. I see my choice of wardrobe suits you well.”
I followed his stare, fingering the strung shells and delicate beads on multiple cords around my neck. They hung low, dipping into my cleavage with a jingle and jangle of jewels.
My hair was loose and tickled my naked back. My breasts were bare, my ankles were decorated with strings of more beads and shells, and on my hips hung a simple flaxen skirt.
I looked as primitive as him.
As wild as him.
I grinned. “Is this what you fantasise about when I’m wearing actual clothes?”
“It’s what I jerk off to when you’re not around.”
I stepped toward him, letting a spike of jealousy taint my tone. “You pleasure yourself without waiting for me?”
He matched my step, closing the distance between us. “I have no choice. You’ve bewitched me, woman. I can’t expect you to serve me every time I have a dirty thought about you.”
“You can.” I reached out to touch the turquoise macaw feather that fluttered from the treetops and snagged in Sully’s hair. “I want you to.”
He shuddered as my fingertips grazed his cheek. “I want you now.”
“How much?”
Grabbing my wrist, he fanned my fingers and pressed them under his loincloth. “So fucking much.”
I fisted his cock.