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Devilish Fantasy Marie Treanor When Fiona wishes for someone wicked to liven up her dull holiday in the sun, she hardly expects to wake up on the beach making love with an actual devil, complete with horns and forked tail…
Devilish Fantasy Fiona didn’t want to wake up. She’d been having a very pleasant, highly erotic dream and it was not a good time to leave it. On the other hand, as the distant sounds and smells of the beach intruded into her slowly surfacing consciousness, she realized she felt refreshed by her nap in the sun, and ready to face the challenge of her shitty, dull little life. She stretched luxuriously in the warmth of the sun, and for the first time became aware of a constricting weight pinning her down. The weight moved, causing exquisite sexual tingles inside her body. Physical tingles. Skin lay upon hers, from breast to thigh. Outside her body and in.
In?
Her eyes flew open. She stared into the dark hazel eyes of a man. A very
handsome man with tangled black hair and distinctive upward-sloping eyebrows. Shock held her paralyzed. She was having sex with a total stranger, and she should have been well freaked out. She was. Yet somehow she couldn’t summon up any outrage, never mind fear. Because he felt so good inside her. But this wasn’t right!
“Who the devil are you?” she blurted at last.
“Got it in one,” said her lover with a wink, moving inside her in a wide, circular
motion that made her gasp. “Stop it!” At once he did. “Don’t you like that? You did the last time.” “The last time? I’ve never seen you before in my life!”
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“I meant the last one of these,” he said, repeating the movement. Fiona had to bite her lip to keep in the moan of pleasure, but he saw it all the same and grinned. “There, I knew you liked it.” Raising himself slightly on one elbow, he gazed down at her breasts. Fiona’s whole body burned up. There was a weird pleasure in just letting him look. “Oh yes,” he murmured, as her nipples hardened into long, brown peaks. He bent and took one into his mouth, rolling it in his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Involuntarily, Fiona’s hips rocked upwards with the pleasure, and he followed before drawing back slowly, then thrusting in again. Fiona twisted her head to control the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to undo her. “I don’t even know your name!” she wailed. “That’s all right. I don’t think I have one.” “But who are you, what are you doing, why is it me…?” “You already know that. I’m a devil. I’m here having sex with you because you wished for it.” “I never wished for any such thing!” “Liar,” he said, turning his attention to her other straining nipple. Through her haze of confused pleasure, she dredged up a memory. Last night, in the bar, as she watched Joanna wrap herself around a man and leave her on her own -- again -- she had drunk too much sangria and wished quite loudly for a wicked man to spend the holiday with. Not a sleazeball like Joanna’s, just a man who cared nothing for appearances, only for his own pleasures -- which would, of course, coincide with hers. And after a few days with this lover, she would happily go home, having at least achieved the scratching of that itch. Sexual frustration wasn’t nice. Especially when it was accompanied by in-built fastidiousness. She could no more sleep with the kind of men who tried to pick her up in bars than she could assault someone. Nor did she want the husband and kids and settling down thing -- she had never yet come close to anyone she could bear to be with
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for that length of time. Basically, what she wanted was a good fuck by a real man. A bit of no-strings passion. Fortunately, the bar man hadn’t understood her loudly enunciated wish -- or at least Fiona hoped he hadn’t -- but this man, with his cock buried between her thighs and his mouth wrapped around her nipple, obviously had. He must have followed her to the beach this morning and waited until she was asleep… “You took advantage of me!” she exclaimed. He stopped sucking her nipple so that it popped out of his mouth, and grinned. “Well, what do you expect? I’m a devil. But you certainly didn’t object. In fact, it was you who put my cock in here.” He pushed into her and she bit back a moan. “I was glad to oblige.” “I was asleep!” God, she’d thought she was dreaming. She had really done that. Exactly how pathetically frustrated was she? “You’re not asleep now,” he pointed out. He paused, very still within her, not touching her with his hands. She stared at him. He had a gorgeous body, all tanned skin and thick, hard muscle, and those eyes, wicked, mischievous eyes that spoke of fun as well as sex… “Just say the word and I’ll stop right now, and go.” “Really?” she croaked. She should tell him to do just that, really she should… “Really.” He began to withdraw, very slowly. “You have to be careful what you wish for, you know. And careful what you reject. For instance, you and I could have the most mind-blowing sex on the beach here all afternoon. And in the evening, we can have dinner and a laugh -- some sex under the table maybe -- and then go up to your room for…” “Some sex. I get that bit. Wait!” She caught at him in panic as his cock slid out of her, pushing her hips into him. His cock slid back home and he gave a growling sigh. “That’s better. Can we fuck now?”
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“But people can see us!” Fiona exclaimed, suddenly conscious of two young men in swimming trunks walking by, staring at them. The devil smiled, idly caressing her nipple. “So what? Kind of exciting, isn’t it?” The nearest man muttered, “Lucky bastard,” and they passed on. “Shit!” said Fiona, finally starting to wriggle free in earnest. “You’ve used no protection! You total bast…” “Devils don’t need protection. I can’t hurt you.” “Will you stop with this devil stuff?” “Stop struggling and I’ll show you. Feel my head, either side, just above my temples.” Doubtfully, Fiona did as he asked. On each side, she felt thick bumps, pushing upward. “What the…?” “My horns,” said the devil. “And look…” His hand left her breast to delve into his shorts, in the direction of his buttocks. It came out holding what looked like a forked tail. Fiona’s mouth fell open. But she wasn’t stupid. She delved her own hands inside his waistband, determined to pull free the fake tail. She felt buttocks, warm and taut, moving under the unconscious caress of her hands. Hastily, she ran them upward toward his coccyx, and found the tail -- attached with skin. “My God…” “Hardly,” said the devil with a hint of sadness quickly thrown off. He grinned. “Why don’t you just lie back and fuck with the devil?” He moved inside her, bringing his hand up between her legs too. “I’m good, you know,” he tempted her. “Very, very good.” She gasped as his fingers traced the skin clamped around his cock and trailed up toward her clitoris. Oh Jesus Christ this was so weird… And once in a lifetime. Really, she was done with letting life pass her by. Devil or not, he was mouth-wateringly
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gorgeous and no one, no one, had ever felt this good inside her. She was so aroused, she could probably come now without him -- and yet how unthinkable was that? What the hell! “Prove it,” she said, latching her mouth to his. And he did. His cock was big and thick and he knew exactly what to do with it, unerringly finding the place deep inside that drove her wild, and then pounding into her until she screamed out in the wildest, most intense orgasm she’d ever known. But he didn’t take his own release then. Staying inside her, he allowed her only a short recovery before he began again, this time in slow, devastating strokes, slowly massaging her back to climax, and when he came with her, she was so enchanted, it felt like Christmas.
*** On the evening before her flight home, she again wandered down to the beach, this time hand-in-hand with her devil. The sun was just disappearing over the horizon in a blaze of gorgeous color, reflecting orange and red in the sea. The beach itself was deserted. In short it was the sort of romantic walk she might have wished for ten years ago before she grew old and cynical. It came as something of a surprise to realize there was no one in the world she would rather be doing it with, then or now, than with her devil. The thought made her smile. “Luce?” Since he didn’t have a name, she had given him that one, short for Lucifer. He seemed to like it. “Mmm?” “You’ve made these the best three days I’ve ever had.” “On your back,” he said at once, wickedly. But there was an edge to his voice as he said it, an odd expression behind his suddenly veiled eyes. “There’s that,” she agreed frankly. “Sex with you is amazing. But the rest’s been fun too. At least for me.” She left the pause there, but he didn’t use it. She knew he wouldn’t, and it shouldn’t have hurt. She smiled into the distance with all her old self-deprecation.
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“What do you want me to say, Fiona?” he said irritably. “That you’re the best sex I ever had too, and that I’ll remember each moment with you for as long as I live?” “No. I suppose I just want to hear that I’ve been a little bit fun to be with.” Abruptly, he swung her round to face him, staring at her. “And that’s the height of your ambition? Do you always aim so low?” She flushed, and pulled away. “I’m a realist,” she muttered. “No, you’re not.” He took a deep breath, and grabbed her hand again. Surprised, she turned back to face him. “Fiona… I can’t tell you what you need to hear. I can’t tell you you’re the best I ever had because I can’t remember sex with anyone else. I know I’ve had other jobs, because I get marked on them, but I don’t remember their names or what I did to them.” “Your ‘jobs’ are always screwing frustrated women?” “I don’t know. People wish for things, and I’m sent to provide them.” “So… according to my wish, you’ll be gone tomorrow when I go home. And on to another job. Why?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been bad, I suppose, and now I spend such life as I have providing wicked things with mischievous intent. I don’t think we’re supposed to discuss this.” “Because I wished for no strings?” “Fiona…” He paused, placing his hands on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin and then relaxing as if he forced them. For once, his twinkling eyes were serious beneath their devil’s brows. “Fiona, there are no strings that can bind you and me.” Tears prickled, but she smiled, refusing to let them come. “Yes, there are. I have these three days. That binds me to you, even if you’ll never know it. And, Luce, I don’t see why you have to be a devil. Perhaps you’re an angel.” Reaching up, she kissed his mouth. His hands moved to her face, holding her as he ravished her with tongue and teeth and lips. Inevitably, bodies pressed tightly together, they slid together into the sand.
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He tore off his own shirt, sliding it under her hips as he pushed her into a lying position. Releasing one breast from her sundress, he devoured it with his mouth, making her whimper with pleasure. But when she tried to tug him upward, he resisted her, pulling lower instead. He drew up her dress slowly, kissing her thighs as he went, lingering around the soft skin of her inner areas, and then moving on to her wet, pulsing pussy. She wore no knickers to get in the way -- there had been so much sex in those three days that it hardly seemed worthwhile. Her breath caught in wild anticipation. She knew exactly how good he was at this. His tongue snaked around her labia, parting her for the intrusion of his mouth, which came slowly, teasingly. His teeth grazed her clitoris, making her moan, his fingers played among her folds, trailing her own moisture all around those sensitive areas, occasionally pushing inside her while his other hand controlled the wild bucking of her hips. Sometimes it was his tongue that pushed inside her. But it was a long time before he let her come. He built the tension higher and higher, licking and sucking only so far before he drew back. So when it finally came, her climax was explosive. Nor would he let it end there. Holding onto her, he kept sucking on her clitoris, stirring her with tongue and fingers so that each fading orgasm sparked into another and another in an unstoppable tide. At last, dazed with pleasure, she tugged at him, and he gave in, sliding upwards into her arms. But even then, when she tried to take him inside her, he only held her still against him, stroking her hair and smiling. “It’s my gift to you.” And although they made passionate love again during the night with mutual satisfaction, she knew his “gift” was the one she would treasure most. In the morning, when she woke, he was gone.
*** A month later, Fiona left the hospital with quiet pride. She had just been given charge of the ward she wanted, with votes of confidence on all sides. She was pretty sure now that it wasn’t the only time she had been professionally valued, but it was the first time in her career she had allowed herself to recognize it.
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Her devil was responsible for that, of course. For showing her what she could be, for releasing all that pent-up tension, for caring. And he had cared for her. She was sure of that. That last evening, there had been something extra, something special… But she couldn’t afford to dwell on that. She had a bus to catch. She was halfway to the stop when she heard the accident, the unmistakable screech of brakes and crash of glass. Instantly, without thought, she was running in the direction of the car slewed across the middle of the road. The driver, white-faced, was saying, “He just ran out of nowhere, I couldn’t stop…” “Let me through, please, I’m a nurse. Has anyone phoned an ambulance?” The watchers and helpers parted to let her through and she knelt quickly beside the injured man, gently pushing the black hair out of his face to judge the damage. The world rocked, and righted itself. “Luce,” she whispered. Luce, pale, but beautiful as ever, eyes closed, the wild, mischievous face she knew totally devoid of expression. Automatically, she was feeling for a pulse -- and getting none. A sob rose from deep down in her stomach. She had never thought to see him again, and now that she had… Her trembling fingers fluttered over his face with the love she had never admitted nor even recognized in their short time together. Then sense and training took over. She leaned over him, holding his mouth, covering it with her own. She breathed into him, sat back and placed her hands on his chest. But before she could move further, his breath sputtered out on its own. His eyes sprang open, dark and beautiful as she remembered them, and astoundingly, smiling into hers with recognition. “Fiona.” She pressed his hand to her cheek convulsively. “Did I wish for you again?” she whispered. “Or have you another job?” “I think -- my jobs -- are over. I -- was looking for you. I just saw you across the road, ran after you without looking.”
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Her heart beat loudly in her chest. What had happened here? Had he been released from whatever penance his “jobs” were? Because… she needed him so much? Or -- because he had truly loved her? “Are -- are you allowed to?”
He grinned, more in the style she knew. “Apparently.” He struggled into a
sitting position, brushing aside her alarm. “I’m fine. Now, can we go home?” Excitement rose with the joy, but she wouldn’t let him see it yet. “Are you planning on living with me?” she demanded. “Yes, and fucking you senseless every day.” “All right,” she said happily. “You can come.”
Marie Treanor Marie Treanor was born and brought up in Scotland, but for some years moved around the UK working and studying. Now she is back home and happily married with three young children. Having grown bored with city life, she lives these days in a picturesque village by the sea where she is lucky enough to enjoy herself avoiding housework and writing stories of romance and fantasy. You can find out more about Marie and her books on her website: www.marietreanor.com, and by subscribing to her Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/marietreanornewsletter. She also shares the Sexy Delights loop with fellow Scottish author Kyla Logan. Find out more at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sexydelights. Marie loves to hear from readers, who can contact her at
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