2 comments/ 20082 views/ 7 favorites Fantasy Life Ch. 01 By: emma579 Lucas knew he was at the wrong apartment the moment she opened the door. He was standing in the breezeway, responding to a disturbance call, and he couldn't tell where the noise was coming from. He thought the call had come in about apartment 2B, but looking at the sleepy, disheveled young woman in front of him, he figured that was wrong. "Look, I'm sorry to bother you..." he started, clearing his throat awkwardly. The woman wore a short green silk robe that left a long length of pale leg bare and that was belted so loosely he could see the swells of her pale breasts. Surprisingly dark green eyes met his as sleep cleared. "2D," she said, her voice still rough from sleep. He felt his groin tighten at the sexy purr. She shifted and the robe slid down one shoulder, baring pale skin down almost to her nipple. "What?" He wasn't paying any attention to her words - his thoughts focused on how that soft skin would taste, on how it would be to hear her moan his name. He couldn't help wondering if there was a sexy pair of panties under that robe or if she slept nude. He couldn't help wishing he could find out. "The party's in 2D," she repeated, tugging the robe together a little more as she realized what he was staring at. "Every Saturday. 2D. Mrs. Murphy always calls the cops at 10:31 precisely." The city noise ordinance went into effect each night at 10:30pm. "Sorry, again," he muttered, blushing as he took a step back. She gave him a small smile and stepped back into the apartment, closing the door silently. Lucas went across to 2D to talk to the partiers. --------------------------- It was late Tuesday afternoon and the sun was hot on the road. Lucas got out of the patrol car, pulling out his ticket book as he walked up to the small silver Accord he'd just pulled for speeding. He stopped at the driver's window, hearing the purr of the electric motor as it lowered. Then he looked into a pair of familiar green eyes. His cock hardened with the memory. "Hey," she blushed, recognizing him. Today she wore a tight t-shirt and denim shorts, those gorgeous legs bare again. "You were going 43mph in a 35mph zone," he managed, his mind creating all sorts of images. Her bare breasts in his hands. Her mouth on his hard cock. Her bare ass pressed to his abs as her pussy squeezed his cock. He didn't even have to touch her to know she'd be hot. He shook his head, struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. This instant attraction was unusual, but not totally unwelcome. "Oops," she winced, "I wasn't paying attention." She pulled her purse into her lap and started digging through it, finally pulling out a wallet. She pulled out a license and handed it to him. Lucas took the card blindly, clipping it at the top of his book and staring at it as he tried to focus. He copied her information onto the top page of his book. Her name was Samantha - Samantha K. Walters. He already knew where she lived. He wasn't going to forget that apartment building any time soon. He filled in his own information while he looked at the photo. She'd cut her hair since getting the license. In the picture it was long and had gentle waves and had probably poured down her bare back like water. Now it was short and curled wildly at the ends, giving her a free-spirit look. He handed the card back to her. "Do I have to go to court for this?" she asked, tucking the card away, her eyes on her task. Then she looked up at him and those sparkling eyes met his. "Can I just admit I did it and pay the fine?" Lucas missed half of what she said, pushing away the pictures his imagination created. "What?" "Are you okay, officer?" she asked, looking concerned. He flushed red, realizing he'd been staring dumbly at her. "It's awful hot out today. Are you feeling okay?" Lucas nodded firmly. Nothing was wrong that a little sex wouldn't take care of. "You can pay the fine by mail or at the county courthouse," he answered, "If you want to go to court, you're scheduled on August 10th." He handed over the ticket. "Tell me," she folded the ticket and tucked it in her purse, "If I go to court, do I get to see you?" Her cheeks were pink, but she met his eyes with a spark of challenge in hers. He couldn't believe his luck. She was flirting with him. "Will that effect your decision?" he asked, leaning his arm on the roof of her car and getting a good look at the swell of her breasts bound in blue cotton. As he watched, he saw her nipples bead, pressing the thin fabric, and he felt his own body responding. His temperature went up at least 20 degrees and his pants were becoming tight. "I suppose I could always wait for the twins to throw another party..." she tapped a finger to her lips, giving him a mischievous smile. Locking her eyes to his, she slowly licked the tip of her finger. His pants were tight enough to hurt and he shifted, trying to relieve the pressure. "Or I could stop by tonight after I get off duty," he said, "Unless, of course, it's my professional assistance you need..." He grinned, teasing her. He hoped she'd invite him into her bed, but he was unsure enough not to offer more than a casual date. It was entirely possible this mutual attraction was all in his head, although he was praying it wasn't. "Well, there is this fantasy about handcuffs..." Her eyes were dark on his, her smile positively wicked and he was suddenly concerned his pants were going to do damage. He shifted uncomfortably and her eyes sparkled, wandering down and linger on the bulge in his groin. "I get off at eleven," he said, his voice a little hoarse with the lust burning in his veins. His cock was throbbing, his heartbeat pounding in his head as he imagined her handcuffed to a headboard, naked and entirely at his mercy. He forced himself to focus on her eyes, sure she could read his arousal. "Eleven's fine," she answered, then glanced around, "I suppose it's a little too busy and too open to play around here, anyway." Then she looked him up and down, licking her lips. He groaned softly. "You're killing me, woman," he muttered, pushing away visions of her kneeling before him on the side of the road, licking and sucking his hard dick. "Just you wait, officer," she teased, sliding a hand down between her legs and making him groan again. "I'll be in my car at eleven tonight," she murmured, her hand rubbing, "Waiting. But I'm not a patient woman..." She wriggled in her seat, her breasts bouncing slightly until he thought he might lose it. He'd never known a woman who would arouse herself on the side of the road, just to torture him. He didn't know if he'd make it to eleven with the anticipation. "I'll be there," he said, his voice still with an edge of desire. She smiled and started her car. He walked back to his patrol car, but stood beside it, watching her drive away. Hot damn... --------------------------- Lucas spotted her car as he pulled into the lot. She was parked at the back, under a tree, but a streetlight cast a dim glow over the area. As he parked beside her, he could hear her engine purr. He got out -- still in uniform -- since he hadn't been able to wait long enough to go home and change. He'd been hard for hours, but had resisted any type of release, anticipating satisfying his needs with her hot little body. He walked around to her window and tapped lightly. As the window whirred down, revealing the dimly lit interior, his mouth fell open and his cock strained against his pants. She'd changed her outfit. She now wore a tight, shiny black blouse, half unbuttoned, her breasts barely covered and straining the remaining buttons, making his mouth water. She also wore some dark colored skirt, but it was bunched at her waist and her hand was between her thighs, moving up and down. As she looked up at him, her mouth made a little 'o' and she shuddered deliciously. "Get out of the car," he growled, hotter than he'd ever been before. He took a step back, looking around the lot. No one was out, most of the apartments were dark, but it was still a public place. She turned off the engine and opened the door. He knew he couldn't resist as he had to slide a hand under her arm to steady her as she wobbled, her legs weak, and his body burned at the thought of why. "Face the car, hands flat on the roof," he ordered, his voice deep and hoarse, "Spread your legs." She complied and he stepped close behind her, sliding his hands up from her belly to just under her breasts. "You do know that was illegal, don't you?" he murmured in her ear, squeezing her breasts in his hands, feeling the heat of her through the slick material. Her breasts were full and heavy, firm in his palms, making him hungry for more. She trembled against him, whispered, "Yes, officer." He slid his hands back down to her hips, rubbing his hardness against her backside. "I'm going to have to punish you," he growled, nipping her ear. His hand slid between her thighs, finding her naked and cupping her damp curls, then burrowing his fingers into them, seeking her clit. When he found her nub, he rubbed hard and she whimpered, squirming against him. The movement of her ass against his erection was almost more than he could take. He pressed his fingers lower, finding her slick pussy and dipping his finger inside her heat. He felt her quiver around him, her juices dripping down into his hand. "Please, officer..." Her voice was breathless, pleading with him. She sounded young, innocent, desperate. He felt his cock harden even more as she rocked her hips, grinding against his hand and he groaned in her ear. "Don't move your hands," he whispered, "And be very quiet." She nodded frantically. His head came up, eyes searching the area as his free hand undid his belt, yanked open his slacks and freed his straining cock. He was completely engorged, long, thick and rigid as he pumped himself once, his precum coating his head. He shifted forward, dipping his hips, and rubbed his tip, pressing between her swollen folds. He slid along her wet slit until he could fit his head against her hole, coating himself in her juices, teasing himself as much as her. Lucas pinched her clit tightly, hearing her gasp, and thrust up into her at the same moment, filling her with one brutal stroke. She arched against him, her body enveloping him fully in her wet heat, gripping him tightly as she shuddered, biting her lip to silence the cry of pleasure. His hands shifted and grasped her waist tightly. "Damn, you're so fucking tight, so fucking hot," he groaned, sliding back and thrusting deep, ramming his cock into her again and again, pinning her body between his and the car. He tugged open her blouse and filled his hands with her bare breasts, stroking, squeezing as he fucked her hard. She moaned and panted, writhing on his dick as he thrust into her faster and faster. Both of them were oblivious to their surroundings, caught in the pleasure of mating. "I'm cumming...oh, God, oh, officer, please," she sobbed finally, her body tensing, contracting around him. He sped up his strokes, hammering her, urging her over the edge. She grabbed for the car, all but vibrating with his rhythm, gasping as the hot friction pushed her to climax. He groaned, plunging deep into her as she clamped tight around him, her body arching. "Give it to me, baby," he growled, pumping himself against her, wedging his cock deeper into her tight sex. Her body shuddered and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as she suddenly began to shake, her knees buckling as orgasm swept over her. "Yes..." she breathed, trembling, enveloping him in a rush of hot, wet cum. Her pussy squeezed and released his cock, stroking him hard, taking him right to his edge. "Damn...you fucking hot bitch," he groaned, swelling even more inside her. Seconds later his cock pulsed, erupting, ejaculating his thick semen into her core. She shuddered again and melted against him, quivering and whimpering as he pumped against her, emptying himself into her. Lucas shifted her gently, supporting her as he slipped his cock free, cradling her against his body as he turned her to face him and she burrowed her face into his shoulder. Vibrating with his own release, he felt weak as he slowly straightened her skirt. "Are you okay, baby?" he murmured, gently drawing her away and drawing her blouse closed, buttoning it as he watched her face. She was a bit pale, but she nodded and smiled at him. "Wow." Her voice was shaky, but her eyes were clear and sparkling. "Yeah, wow." He chucked, tucking his spent penis back into his pants. He didn't know if he'd ever had such wild sex, such a huge orgasm. "Let's get you in the house..." He slipped his arm through hers then reached into the car to pull out the keys. "I think we earned some pizza. I'll order delivery." "It's okay," she smiled as she leaned into him and they walked across the parking lot. "I made some dinner." Man, hot sex and a home cooked meal? Who knew a disturbing the peace call could turn out so well? "I guess I owe you," he grinned, "Two fantasies in one night." "Did you bring your handcuffs?" she asked with a wicked grin of her own and he groaned. Fantasy Life Ch. 02 Lucas let them into the apartment with her keys, guiding her in ahead of him and turning to lock up. He took a deep breath, smelling something delicious cooking. "What is that incredible smell?" he murmured, turning and catching her around the waist, pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. He felt her shudder weakly as she leaned into him. He swirled his tongue up the side of her neck to nibble her ear. "I made dinner. Since you were coming after work, I thought maybe you wouldn't have eaten," she breathed, "It's chicken stew..." She felt the heat tremble inside her, fighting with the sudden awkwardness she felt. She barely knew the guy, yet they'd just had wild sex in the parking lot. And she already wanted him again. It was so unlike her. She pulled away slowly, but took his hand and led him into the kitchen. "Have a seat..." As Lucas sat at the counter, he watched as she took bowls out of the cabinet. He let his eyes wander over her body, to study the slender grace of her when she moved. Something was wrong. He wasn't the most thoughtful lover, but he was an observant man. Instead of waiting for her to serve him, he got up and crossed to her as she stirred the crock pot. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he murmured, sliding his hands over her hips. "Nothing," she answered faintly, picking up a bowl to serve. Lucas reached out and caught her hand. He lowered the bowl back to the counter and turned her to face him, pinning her between his body and the counter. She was pale, her eyes darting nervously over his shoulder. "I think you'd better try that again," he chided, but softened it by brushing his fingers over her cheek. "Are you regretting what we just did? Or that you invited me in?" He hoped not, especially now that he'd had a taste of her. He had a hunger for her that only hours of hot sex would sate. And, he thought, he really wanted to taste her. His mouth watered to taste her. "I don't even know your first name," she whispered, avoiding his questions. She tensed in his embrace, "You know so much more about me..." It wasn't the real reason, but she knew he'd accept it. She wanted him inside her; her core throbbed for him, her body burned for him. The more he touched her, the more she wanted. "Lucas, Lucas David March," he murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear, "Born April 12. I'm 27. I can't say I'm sorry we didn't start a little slower, not when you're the hottest woman I've ever had. I couldn't help myself." He paused, licking his lips, wanting her again, wanting to lift her to the counter, to spread her legs and slide his tongue inside her. "And I don't know all that much about you. Do your friends call you Samantha or something else?" He couldn't remember anything else from her license. If he was honest, he'd barely looked at the thing. His attention had all been for her. "Sam," she answered, her finger hesitantly brushing his lips, her eyes on his, darkening. She could see the heat in his eyes too. Maybe this wasn't one sided... "What's the K for, Sam?" he asked softly. His breath was warm on her finger and he flicked his tongue over her tip, making her shudder. He felt his body harden at her quick response and stepped closer. "Kathryn," she breathed as his hands bracketed her body, as his lower body pressed to hers. She felt the length of him against her belly and quivered with need. He made a soft strangled sound and she felt him jerk against her belly. God, she wanted him. Why weren't they naked? "I should have known," he whispered, slowly lowering his mouth to hers. He kissed her, gently, teasingly at first, but deepened it as she responded. She was sweet and spicy, her scent something he couldn't name yet something that grabbed him like fingers on his cock. He drew back to take breath, then took her mouth again, his eyes dark and deep blue on hers, his tongue teasing hers as she opened for him. Her eyes closed as she slid her arms around his neck and rubbed her body along his. When he drew back a second time, breathing hard, she managed to gather her thoughts briefly, "Why should you have known?" "Kathryn...Kat...you purr like a cat," he murmured. His hands cupped her face as he nibbled the line of her jaw. The little noise she couldn't help made him smile as he tugged lightly on her ear lobe. "I'm not really hungry for dinner right now," his voice dropped low and husky, making her shudder, "There's something else I'd like to taste..." "The bedroom this time?" she asked, her voice trembling as much as her body did. He slipped his arm around her waist and slid the other under her knees as he lifted her. "The bedroom." He carried her from the kitchen, thinking how light and small she was in his arms. She'd been so sassy against the car; he'd forgotten she was several inches shorter and dozens of pounds lighter. He carried her into the darkened room she pointed to, appreciating how the moonlight spilled across the bed from the sliding glass doors on one side. He laid her in the soft light, stepping back to watch her as he began to unbutton his shirt. Letting it fall to the floor, he took off his equipment, laying the pieces on the top of the bureau - except for the handcuffs. Those he reached over to set on the nightstand. Out of the corner of his eye Lucas saw her shudder and lick her lips. But when his eyes met hers, he saw more nerves than heat. He smiled gently at her, realizing that she was trying new things with him. He unbuckled his pants and slowly slid the zipper down. "Would you like to handcuff me? Is that your fantasy?" He'd never let a woman have control before, but she was so nervous, he didn't want to force her into something she'd regret. He hoped that, if he went first, she'd relax and let him have a turn later. He shucked his pants, his erection bulging against the front of his boxers. His boxers went next, leaving him hard and aroused and naked. Lucas saw her hesitate, considering, before she took a deep breath. "That's not..." "I'd like it," he murmured, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. He picked up the handcuffs, letting them fall from one hand to the other. He knew she wouldn't hurt him and hell, if she looked at him he was hard, so her touching him wouldn't be a sacrifice. "I could return the favor later..." Her eyes told him that she could image how he'd return the favor. Her smile said he would be in trouble first. She held out her hand to him and he placed the handcuffs in her palm, closing his hand over hers. Her eyes came up to his and she licked her lips. His eyes followed that little peek of tongue, his cock bobbing as he thought of it running along his length. "Ready?" he growled. "You should be asking yourself that question," she teased, her eyes narrowing. He just smiled at her and, as she slid off the bed, he laid out on his back, crossing his hands under his head. He couldn't help watching her as she just stood there, shifting the cuffs in her hands, staring. Butterflies danced in his stomach but his erection swelled, lifting, arching from his groin, ample evidence of his arousal. Surrender was sexy. He'd told other women that when he'd insisted on being in control but it had been because their surrender turned him on. Lucas was now only beginning to appreciated that it could be arousing to both parties. Sam moved slowly, reaching over him to take one of his wrists gently, carefully fastening the cuff, shivering at the ratchet sound of metal on metal. He found himself trembling with her. She leaned further over him to reach for his other wrist and her breasts brushed him, making her breath catch as her shirt rubbed her sensitive nipples. He grinned and lifted his wrist for her, his eyes locked on hers as she closed the cuff, binding his hands together. She reached up and hooked the cuffs over the knob on her headboard, effectively chaining him to the bed, yet not so he couldn't get up if he really wanted to. "Is that okay?" she murmured, looking from his face to his bound hands. Her voice was trembling as much as she was - breathy with arousal or nerves he wasn't sure, but he suspected it was a bit of both. "For now," he answered calmly, "The key is on the nightstand." His body was tense, his own nerves raw, set on edge by being helpless. But he wouldn't back down now. "Let me know when you want to be freed," she whispered, lowering her mouth to his. Her kiss was light, sweet and tempting. Lucas tried to reach for her as she drew back and the bed rocked, making him realize just what he'd done. He groaned and she smiled. He thought he was in trouble for sure this time. She was going to torture him in the best way and he could only lay there and take it. God, he loved this kind of trouble. "I'm going to get a little more comfortable," she murmured, unbuttoning her blouse slowly. His mouth went dry as he watched her reveal more and more pale skin until she shrugged the blouse down her shoulders, bared to the waist. He hadn't gotten a clear look at her breasts before and he badly wanted to touch her, to suckle those taut globes, to nibble her hard cherry nipples. When she reached behind her back to unhook her skirt, her breasts thrust forward and he groaned again, yanking the cuffs. She giggled - a sound he'd never liked in a woman before, but hers was light, breathy, and only added to his arousal. "You think this is funny?" he growled. His cock was throbbing, demanding attention, and the aching need was making him more and more edgy. "You asked for this," she whispered, leaning forward as she wiggled out of her skirt, ending up as naked as he was and way too far away in his opinion. She took one step closer, leaning over him to brush her lips across his belly, staying away from his straining erection. Her tongue licked his skin lightly as she tasted him, moving up over washboard abs to his chest. "Mmmm," she sighed, climbing onto the bed, shifting to kneel between his legs as he spread them for her. His eyes stayed locked on her, his breath short and harsh with the need pumping through his body. Her hands were on either side of his body, her eyes watching his face as she bent to kiss his chest, keeping her body above his stiff cock. She teased him with her tongue, drawing little swirls on his hot skin, sighing again. When he groaned, she smiled and shifted, nipping lightly at his nipple, making his hips buck a little. "You're so tense, Lucas," she whispered, sliding a hand over his stomach, caressing him, but not touching the most needy part of him. She seemed to appreciate his muscles, making him glad for the hours he spent in the gym. Now if he could only... "You need to relax, Lucas." Was she kidding him? "You're killing me," he growled, his voice hoarse and desperate. And she'd barely gotten started. He was going to explode any second and she hadn't even touched his cock yet. He was such a wuss -- a hot, tight, desperate wuss. "Oh, I don't think so," she murmured, nibbling lightly at his belly as she moved lower, "You like this. It turns you on." She placed her hands on his thighs, feeling his tension, her mouth low on his belly, the tip of his cock rubbing her chest. She could feel the heat of desire pouring off his skin, the excitement in the trembling of his body, she could see the burning need in his eyes. Her body seemed to tingle with the knowledge of how much he wanted her. "Sam..." He groaned as she took his hard erection in her hands, stroking him lightly, up from his balls to his bulging head and back down, light feathery touches that only added to his desire. Flames licked his veins as the heat inside him exploded. His hips lifted from the mattress and she gripped him firmly, her thumbs pressing and rubbing just under his head, all his blood rushing to his groin. His cock jerked in her hands as he grunted and precum oozed from his tip. "It's okay, Lucas," she murmured, "I won't hurt you..." She lowered her head but kept her eyes on his, her tongue gliding over his tip, tasting the cream. He quivered, his hands clenched into fists, his wrists pulling the cuffs taut. "Relax, baby," she whispered, "Don't pull so hard, you'll hurt your wrists..." She slid a hand over his belly as she licked him again, feeling his stomach muscles jump. She felt so wicked, so wanton. Her pussy was dripping with desire, her core clenching with need and she licked her lips, tasting him. She could remember how his cock felt, ramming her in the parking lot. She wanted to feel him inside her so much it was all she could do not to mount him right now. But she wanted to taste him more. She wanted him to beg more. "Let me go, Sam," he panted, twisting a little as he tried to free his hands, to reach for her. With her over his body, he could sit up far enough to work at unhooking the chain from around the knob. He needed his hands free, he groaned. He wanted to pull her down under him, mount her hips and drive himself into orgasm. It didn't matter that he'd only managed a couple of minutes before giving in. She could call him a wuss, but he'd be a satisfied wuss and he'd damn well make sure she came screaming first. "Just a little taste, baby," she murmured, sliding his bulging head into her mouth, one hand gripping his cock, the other slowly stroking his belly. He was on fire, bucking beneath her as she started to suck gently, her tongue caressing him. He groaned, tipping his head back, unable to think beyond the primal urge to mate that pounded in his head. The hand holding his erection loosened and she lowered her mouth down his shaft, her tongue teasing as she took him deep. His hips moved with her as she slid up and down his massive rod, sucking and stroking him with her wet mouth. "Sam..." He was begging, straining, his hips thrusting against her mouth. He had never wanted something so much as he wanted to bury himself inside her, to fuck her until he exploded. She lifted her head, sliding him out of her mouth, leaving him wet and twitchy. "Enough, baby?" she asked. She was shaking and wet, so aroused she didn't know if she could stand much more before she'd cum herself. She blew lightly on his wet skin and he groaned. "Want...need..." He couldn't even make a complete sentence. Sam smiled, crawling up his body until she straddled his chest, reaching for the key from the nightstand. Holding it in her teeth, she reached down between her legs to grip him firmly, to guide him to her pussy. She rubbed her hole against his tip, letting him feel how wet she was, teasing herself as much as she was him. "Yes," he managed, breathless, desperate. In one smooth motion, she sank onto his cock, feeling her sex stretch to contain his thick penis as she took all of him into her. Lucas groaned, bucking beneath her, making her gasp as his length twisted inside her. The key tumbled to his chest and she laughed breathlessly, shivering with sensations. She leaned forward, lifting off his cock as she fumbled with the handcuffs. He bucked up against her again, ramming his cock deeper, and startled her. She dropped the key with a breathless cry and desperately began to search for the key, her body rocking on his. "Sam...later, baby," he groaned, "Need..." She hesitated. His cock was throbbing, already so close. If she'd stop squirming, he'd have a chance of lasting until she was ready too. "Get it later." She nodded, kissing him lightly as she reached up to unhook the cuffs from the bedpost, hoping to at least lessening the tension in his shoulders. Her body lifted from his, his cock sliding back. Lucas could feel her juices drip down his shaft and the sensation made his jaw clench. His balls tightened painfully and he closed his eyes, trying to hold back. The moment he felt the tension loosen, he grabbed her, rolling her over, planting his fists in the sheets above her head and thrusting his cock deep into her heat. She cried out, arching up, clutching his arms. He rammed his cock into her again and again, the incredible lust burning in his blood making him wild and primal. He grunted with each stroke, savoring her desperate moans, the way she writhed beneath him. His cock moved like a piston, in and out, pumping, until he could barely breathe with the sensations inside him. "Revenge...will...be...sweet," he growled, lowering his head to nip her bottom lip, his eyes focused on hers. He realized then that she couldn't even see him anymore. She was blind, her eyes unfocussed, dark and dazed. With a wicked smile, he pushed his thighs under hers to lift her and plunged down into her at a new angle. Her nails dug into his arms as she arched up with a cry, her pussy clamping tight around him, pinning him in her heat. "Fuck, yes, baby," he panted, pumping his body against hers, ramming his head against her core, groaning with her tightening embrace. "Lucas..." She nearly screamed as she came, her body shuddering violently as she began to sob, enveloping him in hot cum as she collapsed to the bedding. He drew back and thrust deep once more, his cock thickening, pulsing, erupting into her depths. She shuddered again with another cry as he ejaculated again and again into her pussy. He managed to lock his arms, holding himself from collapsing onto her as he went weak, emptying all his pleasure into her, moaning. He released finally, slipping from her vibrating body and collapsing to the bed next to her with a low moan. Sam shuddered once, then rolled to her side, starting to get up. Lucas reached for her, only then realizing he was still handcuffed. "Let me find the key," she whispered, her voice still breathless. He nodded and she slipped off the bed, disappearing for only a moment, before appearing again, the small key in her trembling fingers. She fumbled a little, but finally managed to unlock him and the cuffs fell to the bed with a soft clank. There were red marks on his wrists from where he'd strained against the bonds and she made a soft sound of pain, brushing her finger lightly over one wrist. He rolled to his side, catching her hands, drawing her back into bed. "It doesn't hurt," he murmured, pulling her into his arms, "The marks will fade quickly." He soothed her, reassuring her with gently strokes as he held her close. What he didn't say was that the marks on his soul probably wouldn't ever fade. He'd let her have control and she had broken his, freeing an animal inside him. He'd never imagined the intensity of the primal need, the incredible release of orgasm that he'd felt with her. He didn't think he'd ever feel like that again. "I didn't mean to let it get out of hand," she whispered. He felt her shudder and remembered the blind look in her eyes, how she'd screamed at her climax. Maybe he'd been too rough, too needy. "Did I hurt you?" Lucas asked, concerned. She shook her head, gently pulling away from him. She slipped from bed and went to her closet, drawing out the green robe that he'd seen last Saturday. It might have covered her nakedness, but to Lucas it was like gift wrap on a present. Pretty, but could be torn away at a moment's notice. He sat up with a soft groan. His body was sore, like he'd just put in an hour at the gym. He pulled on his boxers and slacks. "I'm going to grab some sweats from my car," he said, picking up the rest of his uniform and his equipment, "I'll be right back for some of that stew, if it's no trouble." "Do you want beer, too?" she asked, stepping close enough to slide a hand up over his bare chest until she brushed his jaw, her eyes on his. Those eyes said they weren't done yet; this was just to refuel. "Sounds good." He hoped she saw the answering need in his eyes. He couldn't wait for paybacks. He knew just what he wanted to do with her in handcuffs... Fantasy Life Ch. 03 She opened the door to his returning knock and he grinned at the smile on her face. He went into the bedroom for a moment, to change, and heard her moving about the kitchen. When he came out, dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a police department t-shirt, she was coming out of the kitchen with 2 steaming bowls in her hands. He took them from her with a soft "Let me help..." "I thought it would be more comfortable in the living room," she said, gesturing. He turned and saw she'd set out a bottle of beer and a can of soda already. He smiled as he carried the bowls to the table, setting them down gently, then sitting down on the couch and tugging her into his lap as she walked by. She gasped as she lost her balance and tumbled onto him, but he chuckled, shifting her a little to settle her more comfortably. "Relax, babe," he teased, kissing her lightly. Then he picked up a bowl and stirred, sniffing. "Smells like heaven," he murmured, taking a taste. It tasted even better. He dug in, realizing how hungry he was. Sam smile and reached for her own bowl. She ate slowly, watching him enjoy the meal, enjoying the company. It had been a long time since she'd had anyone to dinner - she'd only lived in the apartment a couple months since moving into the area from 3 states away. There wasn't anyone she'd call a close friend yet and then, in about 24 hours she not only had a guest for dinner, but a lover as well. It wasn't like her, yet she didn't question it. She decided to just enjoy it. They ate slowly, talking about his work and hers, about her move and his family. She was a nurse at the local hospital. He had a huge family -- eight brothers and sisters -- that all lived within 50 miles. She got up once to get him seconds and then settled in the corner of the sofa when she came back, relaxed and comfortable. Lucas sighed with pleasure when he finally set down his bowl and swallowed the last of his beer. Then he turned towards Sam, and almost groaned when he saw her eyes were closed. No paybacks tonight, he thought. But she had to be tired, he realized, glancing at his watch. He was on a different sleep schedule since starting second shift, so being awake at 1:00 am wasn't unusual for him, but she'd been up since the previous morning. A warm feeling had him sliding his arms under her, intending to carry her in to bed and let himself out. Her arms curled around his neck as he walked and, as he bent to lay her in the bed, she clung with a low murmur he couldn't make out. Shrugging, he shifted her over and spooned up behind her, figuring he could stay until she'd relaxed again. Unexpectedly, the long day at work and after work exertions made him drift into sleep. --------------------------- Lucas awoke to early morning sunlight streaming in the glass doors. He lay with his eyes closed a moment, remembering where he was, remembering the woman pressed close against his body, her soft breathing like a caress. She was...indescribable, he decided. More than he'd expected and yet she was what he wanted. He wondered if they'd have the day to play or if he should slip away now. Sam stirred as he slipped away from her warmth. "Lucas?" Her soft voice, sleepy and confused, still aroused him. He leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead. "When do you have to go to work?" he murmured, brushing her hair back as her eyes slowly opened to look at him. She was tousled and sleepy and incredibly sexy. "I'm on rotation this weekend, so I have a day off. I won't need to go in until tomorrow morning," she answered, covering a yawn with her hand, "Do you have to go in now?" "Tomorrow, too," he replied, "I'm going to go for a run." He needed to stretch, to loosen muscles that had tightened overnight, and he normally ran right after he got off work. Needless to say, he hadn't run last night -- although he'd had a good workout. "Are you coming back?" she asked, her eyes clearing, meeting his calmly. He couldn't tell what her tone was, but he was hoping it was anticipation. "Are you kidding? I haven't gotten my revenge yet," he murmured, lowering his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. He almost smiled when she pressed her mouth up to his greedily and he drew out the kiss until they were both breathless. Anticipation it was. She shifted, the robe sliding from her shoulders, her breasts making his mouth water. She leaned closer to him and he slid a hand over her belly, cupping her breast as he lowered his mouth to suckle her briefly. As she moaned, he forced himself to draw back, to focus. Run first, fuck second. "Stay in bed," he whispered, "I'll run faster if I think of you here." She gave him a sleepy smile and pulled a pillow over to snuggle around. The long curve of her bare back called to him, her bare ass teased him. His cock thickened and throbbed and he questioned his sanity. He could be the pillow she wrapped her hot body around. Why the hell did he need to run today? Because he needed to think, he told himself as he backed away. Grabbing her keys from the kitchen counter, Lucas let himself out and began to run. --------------------------- Lucas let himself into the apartment, sweat slicking his hair, making his t-shirt stick to his muscular chest. He shook his head, thinking of a shower, as he locked the door and dropped her keys on the small table beside the door. Then he turned and stopped dead still. "I thought you might like the entire fantasy." Sam stood in the doorway to the bedroom, her voice a husky purr, the sight of her making his vision blur red. She wore 6 inch black heels, fishnet stockings with leather garters, tiny black lace panties and a leather bra with metal studs. Around her neck was a leather collar, also studded, with a chain. She held the other end of the chain in one hand and his handcuffs in her other hand. "Sam..." His mouth was dry, his voice hoarse, his cock hard as iron and straining against his sweatpants. "You promised revenge, Lucas," she whispered, lifting her hands in offering to him, "I've been waiting for just the right...man to play with." His eyes darkened as he took a step forward. It was all she could do to hold her ground with what she read in his eyes. "My little pet," he growled, sliding his fingers over her cheek, "Prepare yourself." He grinned as she swallowed hard, her eyes locked on his, dark and passionate as his own. He took the handcuffs and the leather tag end of the leash in one hand, the other hand rubbing down her body, feeling her shiver. "Let's go to bed, little one." He had her kneeling on the bed, her hands on the rails of her headboard. The picture she made was so erotic, her flushed skin, black leather gear, and rumpled white sheets. Lucas sat next to her a moment, slipping the cuffs on her slender wrists, feeding them through the rail, binding her to the headboard. As the last ratchet click echoed in the silent room, she shuddered. He kept the leash in his hand as he trailed his fingers and the chain down her spine, moving to kneel behind her. "Spread your legs," he growled, stroking his hand over her ass. She moved her knees apart and he could smell her arousal; he could feel his own heighten. "Are you wet, my pet?" his voice was soft, dangerous, "Have you been thinking about what I might do to you?" "Yes, master," she breathed. This was what she wanted. Total surrender to another, total dominance by a strong man. Her pleasure or pain was in his hands. Master. The word made him throb with desire. Damn, she was good. And she obviously had this fantasy all worked out. He hadn't fantasized about this before, but he knew he'd remember this the rest of his life. Lucas bent his head and trailed his tongue over the taut skin of her ass, kissing her as he decided what he wanted to do. He slid his hands under her panties, gripping the delicate lace in his fists for a moment and then ripping it off her. She gasped and he saw the faint red lines on her skin where the material had caught. It only seemed to excite him as he sat back a little, savoring the sight of her glistening pink folds. She was already wet and he gripped her hips as he lowered his mouth to feast. Sweet. The thought seared his brain as he suckled her intimately, parting her with his fingers to let his tongue explore her completely. She whimpered and moaned, her hips shifting as she was rocked by pleasure. He nibbled lightly on her sensitive flesh, on her clit, sending shudders through her. He lapped greedily at the juices spilling from her pussy, thrusting his tongue into that hot hole and sucking more. Lucas satisfied his every whim with her, tasting and teasing until she was panting and whimpering, her hands pulling taut against the handcuffs. "Master, please..." She was begging for more and he felt a rush of power. He paused long enough to pull his t-shirt off, to shrug off his sweats. Then he leaned over her, pressing a hand to the small of her back as he wrapped the leash around his other hand until it was taut. With a small tug, her head came up and he chuckled. "You want me to fuck you, don't you, pet?" he growled. His cock was completely engorged, darkened with the blood throbbing in his thick length, more than ready to thrust into her tight heat. He was more than ready. "Please, master, fuck me," she begged, squirming, tilting her hips to expose herself to him, widening her knees to open herself to him. "Do you want it all, little one?" he asked, feeling her muscles quiver, "All of my nice big cock in your hot little hole?" "Yes, yes, master, I want it all," she panted. She'd never felt desire like this, this mind-numbing ache, this heat under her skin. Her pussy quivered, her inner muscles wanting to feel the stretch and burn as his thick member invaded her body. Lucas shifted, grasping his rigid cock in one hand. He pressed her legs a little wider with his own knees, then leaned in and rubbed his swollen head up and down her swollen slit. When she moaned, he pressed his head flat against her juicy pussy, savoring the feel of her heat on his tip. "I'm going to fuck you hard," he growled, "Then I'm going to get nasty, my dirty little pet." "Yes," she whimpered. "I can't hear you," he growled. He pumped his shaft in anticipation. He had the biggest erection he could remember and couldn't wait to fuck her with it. "Yes!" She screamed it as he plunged his dick into her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her pussy burned with the stretch to envelop his massive size, her body wept with pleasure at the friction of his flesh against hers. Lucas groaned, the tight slick heat of her exactly what he wanted. He drew back completely out of her and thrust deep again, over and over, slamming her body with his cock. He kept the leash taut, his other hand pressing her lower back, tilting her hips to the perfect angle for deep penetration. She was panting, moaning as he rode her with brutal strokes, taking his pleasure in the rhythmic thrusts, the slap of his flesh to hers. All too soon, she was cumming, her pussy tightening around his straining shaft, her body tensing, her moans turning to cries as he thrust harder, faster into her slick passage. "Master," she cried, arching as her pussy clamped tight around his cock, squeezing him as she began to shudder uncontrollably. "Oh, master..." "Yes, pet," he groaned, the shuddering of her sex a caress. He dipped his fingers into her folds, wetting them with her cum, then slid them up to her tight asshole, rubbing the rim, then dipping one fingertip inside her. "Oh!" She gave a startled gasp, bucking. He drove the finger deep, groaning at the tight heat surround it, envisioning that tight heat wrapped around his cock. "That's it," he grunted, "You know you like it." He moved his finger in and out of her tight asshole, fucking her as his cock moved in tandem inside her pussy. "You know you want me to fuck you..." "Master, please, ohhhh," she moaned, squirming, shuddering. He added a second finger to her ass, stretching her a little more. Her head strained at the leash, her hands fisted on the rungs of the headboard as she pressed back to him. "More, my pet?" he murmured, lowering his mouth to her shoulder, nipping her skin. "Oh yes, master, more, please..." Her breathless moan aroused him even more. This was his fantasy. It was incredibly hot that they could both satisfy their darkest desires. Lucas withdrew his cock and fingers, leaving her gasping, panting and empty. She moaned, rocking her hips a little, and he smiled. Then, leaning over her, his mouth beside her ear, he rubbed his hard penis along the crack of her ass. "You wanted it all," he whispered, his hand guiding his cock to target. She whimpered when his head pressed her tight asshole. "I..." She gasped as he pushed hard, his tip stretching her hole under the unrelenting pressure until she gave. She cried out as his thick head sank into her. "God, Lucas..." "Take it all, bitch," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he rammed his massive dick up into her ass. She bucked, screaming his name. He could barely fit inside her, yet it was the most erotic sensation he'd ever felt. "Yes," he roared as she shuddered and her ass clenched around him. He slid his cock in and out, never letting his head leave her tight ass, but pumping inside her as fast and as hard as he could. He reached for the clasp of her bra, freeing her trembling flesh, filling his hands with her bare breasts. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, feeling his cock thicken even more. She was shuddering, the pleasure so intense she could barely breathe. She'd never done this before, never agreed to even try. It was so...dark but so incredibly sexual. "Oh, my God, Lucas," she sobbed as another orgasm swept over her. He groaned, his cock pulsing, erupting, shooting his hot cum up inside her ass even as he continued to pump hard against her. She cried out brokenly as he ejaculated again and again, the heat searing her, her body shuddering hard. She held as long as she could before her legs gave out and she collapsed to the bed, trembling all over. Lucas groaned as he slid free of her and collapsed next to her on the bed, breathing hard. As his pulse slowed, his mind cleared, what he'd done slowly filtered through the haze of lust and pleasure. He lifted his head and rolled to his side, reaching up to unbind her wrists, gathering her close to him. Lucas wrapped his arms tight around her, burying his face in her hair, unable to believe what he'd done. Taking her in the parking lot had been an act of reckless fun. The primal urges he'd let loose when she'd bound and teased him had been a loss of control. But this...this assault had been brutal. He'd thought he'd never forget when she'd bound him, but he was afraid she'd never forget when he'd bound her. Never forget and never forgive. As soon as her hands were free, Sam covered her face, needing a moment to catch her breath. She was still trembling, overwhelmed by the sensations, the intensity of her pleasure. She felt his arms tighten around her and tensed, suddenly afraid he wasn't done. She couldn't take any more right now. Her body felt weak, her mind was exhausted. It was her fantasy and then some. More than she'd ever dreamed and so much better than she'd imagined. She wanted more -- more with him -- it just needed to wait until she recovered. Lucas felt her stiffen and it tore at him. He'd hurt her, he thought, she's afraid of me. He'd abused what she'd offered him, doing things to her he'd never imagined he'd do, let alone enjoy. No, enjoy was too tame a word - he'd reveled in his power over her, in taking what he wanted, in making her his. And, in doing so, he'd probably made sure that she'd never want to see him again. Lucas let her go and started to slide from the bed. Sam rolled over a little to catch his arm. He swallowed hard and looked down at her. She smiled. He froze, staring at the smile. "You're not going to sleep a bit?" she asked, "I don't know how you have the energy to even get out of bed. I'm not sure I can feel my legs." "You...It got out of hand," he started. She grinned, her eyes sparkling. "I think you took me in hand," she said, "And gave me what I deserved." She stretched and slowly sat up. She still wore everything but the panties, although her bra hung open, and the links of the chain leash jingled lightly. The sound had his groin tightening and he just stared, too surprised by her obvious affection and his way-too-soon response, to speak. "I thought...you...I..." "Were you thinking of a shower?" she asked, slipping the leather bra off and tossing it towards her closet. She shifted towards the edge of the bed. "I think I could handle a shower..." Revenge was sweet, he thought as he watched her bare ass saunter towards the bath, but Sam was sweeter... Fantasy Life Ch. 04 Sam held out her hand as she strolled towards the bathroom. Lucas took it with a smile, watching her saunter ahead of him. Hot, so hot, he nearly groaned. He'd had her and yet...more, was all he could think, he needed more. Her tight ass, long legs, creamy soft skin... Even as he stepped into the bathroom, a phone rang. Sam stopped, tilting her head. "Not my phone," she smiled, looking over her shoulder, "Do you need to get that?" "What...?" Lucas just stared at her, visions of her in his head. His mouth watered with the thought of feasting on her, of lapping her sweet cream. "Lucas? Your phone," her smile turned teasing as she turned and ran her hand over his chest, "Do you need to answer it?" She saw the unfocussed look in his eyes and knew exactly where his thoughts had gone. Her body tingled with anticipation and excitement. The ringing sank in and Lucas stopped. "Uh, yeah," he stammered. Who could be calling him now? Why would anyone be calling him now when Sam was naked? "I'll get the water started," she purred. Her eyes skimmed up and down his nakedness, taking in the burgeoning erection, the hunger in his blue eyes. "Don't take too long." She turned and sauntered the rest of the way into the bath, knowing his eyes watched the sway of her hips and ass. Lucas stumbled back into the bedroom, hunting up his pants. He yanked the phone from his pocket and flipped it open. "What?" he growled. His body throbbed and ached and all he wanted was to get in the shower with Sam. "Whoa, man, bite my head off," a male voice chuckled, "I'm guessing you're not available for a pickup game tonight." The familiar voice had Lucas wincing. "Hey, Mike, sorry," Lucas swallowed his frustration for his best friend, "I'm kind of...in the middle of something." And he could hear the water going; hear her humming or singing something just louder than the rushing water. His cock hardened and swelled even more. Mike was a coworker, buddy, and had been his wingman for years. It wasn't Mike's fault there was a naked woman offering a shower. "Can I skip the game?" "The middle of something...or someone?" Mike's voice took on a teasing edge, "I have a feeling you should be a little more relaxed by now, pal..." There was a long pause. "Oh. I guess I really am interrupting." Another chuckle. "I'll see you tomorrow," Lucas growled. "Sure thing," Mike managed before Lucas hit the end button. Lucas tossed the phone on top of his pants before heading towards the bathroom. He was going to hear about this tomorrow, probably from more than just Mike, but Sam was...more than worth it. And he was going to make sure she knew it. He strolled back into the bathroom, smiling as he saw the steam rising from around the glass doors. He slowly opened the door, stepping into the misty fog. "Eek," Sam purred, stepping from the fog and sliding her hands over his chest, "There's a man in my shower." Her dark curls were slicked back by the water, her eyes shadowed and...hungry. Her hands slid lower as she smiled, feeling his stomach muscles tense under her fingers. "Did you finish your call?" "Uh, yeah," he answered, his thoughts scattering as every drop of blood in his body dropped to his groin, his cock standing straight and rigid. "Nothing important, just a friend." "That's good," Sam murmured, sinking slowly to her knees. Lucas stepped back, the tiles cool against his back as her hands stroked his thighs. "I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?" His eyes filled with the sight of her, her lithe body kneeling before him, her upturned face showing her desire and her wicked intent. "No..." The sound had been a strangled moan as her fingers brushed the base of his cock. He cleared his throat and tried again. "No, you're not." He couldn't believe how lucky he was at this moment and it would have taken some life or death crisis to get him out of this shower stall. "Good," she answered, bending her head to trail her tongue over his hip, down to his thigh. Her hand gently cupped the base of his cock. He felt her lips smile against his skin as his shaft jerked and pulsed, bubbled at the tip. "Eager," she murmured, her tongue swiping over his precum. She made a small noise of pleasure. "Sam..." His voice was rough. Everything inside him burned and twisted in anticipation. The steam seemed to swirl around her, the water sliding over her bare skin, making his mouth go dry. He remembered the feel of her mouth on him from earlier and could only imagine how much he was going to enjoy this. "Shhh," she murmured, her free hand stroking his belly, "Just relax." His strangled laugh had her chuckling. He reached forward to slide his hand down her slick back. With another chuckle, she shifted, captured his hands, and pressed them back against the tile wall of the shower. "I'm just going to take a taste." Sam bent her head and nibbled the skin of his thigh, slowly moving towards the base of his cock. His felt everything in his groin pulse. She kneaded gently with the hand at his base, working him as she nuzzled her nose against him. His hands shook as he reached for her. Her mouth was sending spirals of heat out through his body. His fingers slid into her hair as she lapped at the base of his throbbing member. The image of her head bent over him, the sensations she was creating, all mixed inside his gut and made his muscles tighten even more. Her tongue moved up his shaft, circling, stroking, teasing. His body trembled and he let his head fall back, closing his eyes. Her mouth trailed up and down his length, sucking lightly and nibbling. His penis quivered in her hand and again he felt her lips smile. She rubbed her tongue just under the bottom of his head, sliding back and forth until he groaned. Then she closed her lips over his tip and began to suck. Lucas fisted his hands in her hair, holding himself tight, fighting for control. He wanted this to last as long as possible and he fully intended to cum inside her...after driving her wild. He was man enough to take whatever she could try. He hoped. Of course, she'd driven him out of his mind once already. His body quivered with the memory. He was doomed. Her tongue stroked his slit as she slid his head between her lips. Her sucking increased as she swallowed more of his length, as his thick flesh filled her mouth and throat. His hips rocked as she slowly began to slide her mouth up and down. Seriously doomed, he groaned. Sam savored the flavor of him, the feel of him. He was like hot steel, hard and thick, sliding in and out between her lips and that made her pussy quiver in anticipation. The strength in his body, the control she knew she could make him lose, added to attraction. Teasing him kept her own body tightly coiled and aching. She wanted to feel him inside her, thrusting, throbbing, fucking her like an animal. Her body shivered, her hands trembled against him. Lucas felt her shiver, felt her lips tighten, and his mind started working again. She was evidently enjoying this too. He wanted to enjoy her, to savor her like she was doing with him. His blood burned. His body ached. And he still intended to be inside her before he exploded. "Sam..." he growled, giving her hair a light tug. Sam gave him one last hard suck before moving back, scraping her teeth along the underside of his cock gently and making his eyes cross. His breath caught and his hand went to his base as she popped his head free, pressing to try and still his release. He panted a little, staring down into her sparkling eyes. The water was slick on her body, her lips were a little swollen from working his shaft, and he groaned. Lucas slipped his hands over her shoulders, her upper arms, and coaxed her to her feet. She stepped close, sliding her hands around his neck as she rubbed her wet body to his. "Yes, Lucas," she murmured, "Why did you make me stop? Weren't you enjoying my attention?" "Too much, babe," he answered, nuzzling her neck, his hands on her slick ass. "You feel too good." He gave her ass a light smack. "I'd love to give you a little attention." "I suppose I could let you," she purred, rubbing her belly over the thick rod straining between them. She slid one of her legs up his, wrapping it at his waist. "But I'd rather have you inside me." A shudder went through her. "I need you inside me." As much as Lucas wanted to be inside her, he had other plans first. She deserved an explosive climax of her own and he knew just how to give it to her. His hand slid between their bodies, burrowed down between her legs. She was swollen, slick, sensitive and her head fell back on a moan as he stroked her with thick fingers. His other hand pressed her back, holding her against him as his fingers tormented her pussy. She quivered and trembled, biting her lip, her eyes glazed. Lucas smiled wickedly, savoring her reaction as she began to rock her hips and squirm against him. His jaw clenched a little at the increase of sensations in his own body, but he had no intention of letting up on teasing her. "Lucas, please," Sam whimpered, her leg tightening around his waist. Her pussy rippled inside her, needing the invasion of his hard flesh, and she knew she was slick with cum. She wanted...needed his cock. He kept his fingers on her folds, stroking her clit, teasing the edges of her pussy, but resisting pushing inside her. Her hips ground against his fingers, urging him, as her whimpers increased. His smile faded to an intense concentration as he watched the flush spread over her pale skin. Her breasts rubbed his chest, her nipples tight and hard against him. Shifting his hand, he pressed a thumb to her clit as his fingers rubbed the edges of her dripping cunt. She was so slick, so tense... "Lucas!" Her cry came at the same instant she arched against him, her body shaking as pleasure burst inside her. Fire roared through her veins as her core clenched and cum drenched his hand. Panting himself, Lucas spun her around, pressed her to the wall, and drove his cock deep into her spasming pussy. She cried out again, her inner muscles squeezing, stroking his shaft like greedy fingers. He captured her mouth with his as he began to pump, thrusting into her click passage again and again. Sam's fingers curled in his hair, tugging, as she ground her hips against his. Her mouth was desperate on his as she lifted her other leg and wrapped herself entirely around him. She craved the way his cock stretched her cunt wide, the way her muscles burned with the effort to contain his thickness. She needed the feel of his hard length throbbing inside her, the feel of his flesh caressing her depths. She couldn't believe the way she wanted this man. He cupped her ass, driving her against the wall as he fucked her eagerly. His body hummed with pleasure, pulsed with desire. The water pounding on his back had cooled, but it couldn't calm the raging heat in his body. She was so tight around his penis. Her inner muscles clasped him, trying to hold him inside, increasing the friction as he stroked her intimately. Her pussy was hot as the sun, searing him with her need. He feasted on her mouth, her throat, her shoulders as he continued fucking her. Sam dropped her forehead to rest on his shoulder as the constant rubbing of his cock sent ripples of pleasure spiraling through her. She could barely breathe with the sensations, the heat he was creating yet she wanted more, craved more. Her hands fumbled, clutched at his arms, as she drove her hips down to take him in, arching to press her lips to his ear. "Two can play at this game," she whispered, her weight driving him against her core. He grunted, driving her back against the wall and pumping harder. She closed her eyes, holding her breath as she forced her inner muscles to tighten. Lucas groaned. "What are you...," he managed. Sam swiveled her hips as she squirmed against him and he groaned again. "Sam..." Her movements only increased the lust to be inside her. She laughed, her neck arching back as he increased his tempo. "Yes, yes, Lucas," she gasped, her fingers tightening on his arms. He hammered into her, intent on driving her over the edge. He could already feel the quivering of her muscles, the tremors in her body. "Cum for me," he growled in her ear, his breath rough, his voice hoarse. His hands tightened on her ass as his cock filled her, invaded her, again and again. "Cum on my cock, baby." He wanted to feel the rush of her juices surround him, the heat of her pleasure envelope him, the tight grasp of her pussy as she came. Sam strained, arching against him, tilting her hips until his fat head hit that magic spot. It was like lightning through her body as he struck the nerve endings again and again. She felt the scream bubbling inside her, felt every muscle in her body coiling. "Lucas," she sobbed, pushing down on his cock. "Sam," he ground out, his eyes on her face, watching the pleasure in her expression, the flush on her skin. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her pussy clenched around him. She gave a strangled scream as she came hard. Lucas clenched his jaw, his cock trapped in her vise-like grip, his balls swelling, pulsing. Even as her body jerked, opened, and her juices enveloped him, he felt the fire shoot up his penis. His seed exploded into her core in a searing splash. Sam cried out again as he groaned from the gut, his hips pumping against hers as he ejaculated again and again. Lucas collapsed against her, pinning her to the tile wall, his breath caught in his throat, as every drop of tension and pleasure emptied into her. His muscles trembled and the cool water on his back was soothing as his heart pounded in his head. Sam clung to him, trying to catch her breath, to stop the trembles that kept echoing in her body. She smiled before lifting her head to stroke her tongue along his neck. His groan made her laugh. "I think that was the best shower I've ever had," she murmured, nipping at his ear. "Shower? There was a shower?" he managed, "All I remember was one hot woman..." Her laughter made him smile as he lowered his forehead to hers.