Sully's Fantasy - Pepper Winters Page 0,23

wasn’t kidding with how needy she was.

She came the moment I thrust my tongue inside her.

“Oh, God.” Her inner muscles throbbed around my invasion. Her clit swelled in my mouth. Her taste consumed me, and I grew fucking drunk on her pleasure.

I licked and bit all while she broke apart, dragging out her orgasm until she thrashed and tried to push my head away. “Sensitive.”

I kept licking, inserting two fingers inside her, loving how wet she was.

“Sully!” Her hand latched on my wrist, preventing me from driving back inside her. “That felt too good.”

Obeying her need to recover, I stood and wiped at her wetness smeared on my chin. “Better?”

“Just getting started.” She lay naked with her legs spread, her eyes no longer grey but silver with sexual need. “Come here. I want you inside me.”

I clucked my tongue. “Patience, my dear Jinx.” Grabbing the box, I opened it to find she’d brought four lots of sensors and a bottle of cinta. I shuddered at the thought of dabbling in the drug tonight.

We were both worked up.

If we took it, there’d be no stopping us. We’d be at it all fucking night.

Sounds like a fabulous idea.

What Jethro didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t need to know if Eleanor and I christened every inch of this suite while deep in the VR world of a fantasy.

Eleanor never took her eyes off me as I pulled out the eye lenses and earbuds. “Sit up.”

She obeyed instantly, allowing me to place the lenses over her stunning pupils and gently insert the earbuds.

She blinked, encouraging her vision to accept the obstruction. While she acclimatised, I placed the second lot of lenses over my own eyes and inserted two earbuds. We’d long since stopped using the other sensors. Why did we need to obstruct touch and taste when we already lived a fantasy?

Bending, I removed my trousers and pulled my cell phone free from the pocket.

Eleanor sucked in a breath as I pulled up the app for Euphoria and the many cyphered fantasies that we’d enjoyed, yet to enjoy, and a few I hadn’t finished coding.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice still rough and dark. “A dungeon like we joked about? A picnic where everyone watches me eat you for lunch? How about a dark alley where you beg me not to fuck you?”

Eleanor deliberately ran a finger over her bottom lip, ratcheting up my lust until my heart pounded in my chest. “What do you want?” She blinked as if an idea sprang to mind. “What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy, Sully Sinclair?” She scooted onto her knees, and her breasts jiggled as she added, “Take me there. Do whatever you want to me.”

I cocked my head. “My fantasy? What about yours?”

“We can do mine another time.” She raked her eyes down my nakedness, fixating on my throbbing cock. “I want to know yours.”

My thumb scrolled absently through the many lines of codes. Fantasies that guests had requested. Others that I’d made just for backup. And one that I’d done my best to forget.

Clicking on the bottom link, I mulled over what this could do.

I did have one experience I hadn’t shared or sold.

I’d programmed a particular hallucination only a few days after buying Jinx. The fantasy had popped into my head while I’d tossed and turned, unable to sleep, burning up with fucking want for her.

Instead of giving in and going to her villa, I’d typed the code and come from the illusion. Buying myself more time before I admitted to myself how helplessly fucked I was when it came to her.

It wasn’t the typical dominant fantasy, sharing, or even voyeuristic.

It was...weird really.

Singularly mine and odd in so many ways.

Which all fantasies were, really.

I’d learned that truth with the peculiar perversions of my guests over the years.

Eleanor watched me carefully, understanding sparking in her gaze. “You already have one, don’t you?”

“It’s not what you think,” I growled. “It’s not even a fantasy per sey, more of a playground where I’m most free.”

“Sounds perfect. Let’s go.” Eleanor smiled, holding out her hand for me to place mine in hers. “Press the button, Sully.”

I bit my bottom lip, glancing around the suite. As long as we stayed here, we would have privacy. However, if our inhibitions became too consumed by the illusion, who the hell knew where we’d end up.

Jethro and his wife might find us fucking on his lawn if we weren’t careful, completely unhinged and in a totally different world to