Anarchy of the Heart (The Complete Erotic Novel) Page 12

  "Marco was talking about us all getting together soon... maybe even this evening, if you and Sofia feel up to it."

  "Together?"

  "You know, it might be fun? We could all probably have plenty to drink, and then just go with the flow."

  "Sounds good."

  "But you know, you'd be okay actually being there, watching if Marco wants to..."

  "Fuck you while I watch?"

  "Something like that. I guess Sofia would be there, too."

  He breathed deeply. "It's kind of hot, isn't it?" he said. "I could look into your eyes while he's taking you. I bet you'd look so beautiful."

  "Oh, Leo..." she sighed, making him suddenly wonder if she was touching herself while he spoke to her, wherever she was while Marco was sleeping.

  "Did I ever tell you that you get this little blush when you're really excited?" he said, knowing he hadn’t. "It's different from when you're hot or you're exercising. It makes you look so gorgeous, it makes me so hard."

  She only moaned now, and it was obvious what she was doing.

  "I think if I was watching you with Marco, you'd look like that, and I'd find it irresistible as he was sliding his big cock inside you."

  "You... you would?"

  "You'd be looking into my eyes as you felt him holding onto your butt with those strong hands, filling your pussy with his huge erection..."

  He heard her catch her breath as he said the word 'pussy', and wished that he could see her right now. Chances were that sexy little blush of hers was back.

  "Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?" he asked softly.

  "Yes," she said a touch out of breath. "You're making me so wet, sweetie."

  "You like thinking about me watching you when Marco is pounding his hard cock inside your hot little pussy?" he asked.

  "Oh God..." she was breathing so loudly, Leo wondered if she would actually wake the Spaniard. Assuming she was back at the hotel.

  "You can see me in front of you, I'm so hard as I watch him pushing into you, you can see how much it turns me on."

  "Oh God..."

  Leo suddenly looked up to find Sofia standing in the doorway - or actually, more like leaning up against the doorway, one hand dipping down between her legs, the other massaging a breast. How long had she been there? No doubt wondering what he was up to, why the phone call was taking so long when he was only checking up on his fiancée.

  The sight of her toned, tanned body made him tingle between his thighs.

  Merely with his voice, he was turning on two girls at once, for the first time in his life, and he loved it.

  "Does it feel good to have your fiancé watching you, sweetheart?" he asked Caitlyn. "As that other guy is pounding into you? He's shaking your whole body as he fucks you from behind, and you're looking me in the eye..."

  For a moment, Leo's eyes connected with Sofia's, and she gave him a half-apologetic, half seductive look in return.

  "...you're crying out as he shoves that big hard cock into you. Does he feel good inside you?"

  Leo just grinned, and gestured to show Sofia it was all right, he didn't mind her listening in. To his mild surprise, the stunning blonde then took his gesture a slightly different way than he was intending. She licked her lips and wondered over.

  "Oh it feels so good..." Caitlyn was breathing into the phone, into Leo's ear as Sofia knelt on the floor in front of him now, encouraging him to lift his hips so she could slide down his shorts.

  "But how would you feel if you saw Sofia come sit between my legs, taking my hard cock in her hands while I was watching you?"

  As if by magic, Sofia was doing exactly that, of course, one hand taking hold of the root of his shaft while the other slipped underneath her to return to her panties where she could continue touching herself.

  "I would love it," Caitlyn breathed into Leo's ear. "She's so pretty..."

  "She's licking me, slow and long, all the way from the bottom to the tip of my big hard cock," Leo said, now merely commentating on what the French girl was actually doing.

  Caitlyn let out a long, deep moan.

  Leo gave a little moan himself as Sofia took his cock inside her hot mouth now, sliding down on him to engulf him in her heat.

  "How do you feel knowing she's taking me inside her mouth?" he asked his fiancée. "She's sucking on my cock, sliding it in and out of her face, her lips stretched around me..."

  "She's so beautiful..." Caitlyn sighed. "I love that she's making you feel so good..."

  "Is it turning you on to think that she's licking my cock like a popsicle right now? Slipping it back inside her mouth?"

  "Oh yes, I wish I could see it..."

  Caitlyn's breathing had been getting steadily out of control, but suddenly she gasped, and seemed to stop. She said: "I think I woke Marco up."

  "Maybe we should hang up?" he suggested, feeling now that even if they were to end the call, there was no way he and Sofia were going to just stop along with it.

  "No," Caitlyn said, "he's coming over. Something tells me he quite likes the sight of me sitting here talking to you on the phone with my hand inside my panties."

  Sofia looked up at him with a smile, although her mouth was full of hard cock, clearly feeling him throb a little as his fiancée revealed how she was really looking at that moment. That she was sitting there in her panties, touching herself while the Spaniard approached.

  "What's he doing?" he asked her, as Sofia started to pump his shaft with her hand while her mouth focused on sucking the tip of his cock.

  "He's... Oh... He's burying his face between my legs..."

  "I'll bet he loves how you taste."

  "He's pushing aside my panties, and now he's kissing me there... oh God..."

  "Do you like it now? Having your pussy licked?"

  "Oh yes... Marco was saying... last night... how much he likes it, so..."

  "So are you going to let me in future?"

  "I... I guess so..."

  In the background, he could hear movement, hear a quiet but deep moan, muffled but audible, that told him Caitlyn was not merely imagining that the Spaniard was awake and lapping at her pussy.

  "How would you feel if I told you I was licking Sofia's pussy for a long while last night?" he asked his fiancée.

  "Mmm... Oh that would turn me on..."

  "I know I loved every minute," Leo said. "And when she was sucking my cock while I was licking her..."

  Caitlyn's groaning was becoming so insistent now, but somehow she reigned it in for a moment to ask: "Sweetie, are you really okay if he slides his cock inside me?"

  "Of course," he replied, and such were the sensations flowing through his body, almost like a drug high, that he did genuinely feel okay with everything now, even thrilled at the thought that it might happen while he was actually talking to his fiancée on the phone.

  "He wants to now, doesn't he?"

  "Yes. His cock is so hard... he's rolling another rubber onto it..."

  For some reason her use of the word 'another' was like a blow to his chest, but he felt some kind of masochistic need for more, for whatever pain that might be left from the potential transgression of her flesh to knock out the lingering uncertainty that encircled it.

  He said: "Do it. Let him fuck you, sweetheart."

  It felt like there were drums beating in the distance, though it was only his heart. If he had had any doubts before that his fiancée had been well and truly penetrated the previous night, Leo was about to get full verification that it was happening right now.

  There was that unmistakable soprano sigh from his fiancée as though in penetrating her, the Spaniard's hardness was displacing air from her chest.

  Then, in the background, he could hear a low, deeper groan as the Spaniard also responded, his obscene staff now do doubt sinking into the American girl's pretty pink sex.

  Caitlyn inhaled a sharp intake of breath as Marco filled her, and gave another soft sigh as he withdrew. And she was moaning, with Marco now
breathing heavily, the Spaniard's mouth now clearly very close to the phone.

  "I'm here, sweetheart," Leo said, "I can hear him fucking you."

  He could hear Caitlyn trying to keep a lid on her moans, remembering that her fiancé was on the other end of the line, listening to her as she was defiled by another man.

  "Oh God, Leo..." she said, almost pleading.

  "Does it feel good having his cock inside you?"

  "Oh yes..." she was gasping and yelping as though she were in pain, so loud that Leo thought Sofia must hear her now, from down there between his thighs. Breathlessly, he heard Caitlyn calling out to him: "Do... you... still... love... me...?"

  He said: "Of course I still love you. I'm here, aren't I? I love listening to you fucking him."

  The sound on the other end of the line changed, hushed suddenly, Caitlyn's moans slower, her gasps more spaced out, as though they'd come to the adagio movement of their symphony of sex. The sound of kissing came close to the microphone. And then the sound stopped.

  "Are you still there?" he asked.

  "Mmm... we're moving to the bed," Caitlyn said, her voice calmer now, somehow self-assured. "I don't think it's going to be long before he finishes."

  Leo felt a wicked, dark ripple of excitement pass through his body at the thought of what was happening. How could he feel so aroused at all this?

  He heard a rustle he thought was Caitlyn relocating to the bed, and a burst of static on the line as she no doubt slid over the sheets to take up whatever position she had decided for it all to continue.

  "Is Sofia with you right now?" she asked, her voice right in Leo's ear, sounding uncannily as though she was right there with him.

  "She is."

  "Does she know what's happening on the other end of the phone?"

  "She does."

  "What's she doing right now?"

  "She has her lips around my cock."

  "Mmm..."

  But Sofia was standing now, Leo's description of her turning into a little white lie, for the blonde was urging him to move further onto the bed, so that she could lie over him, and resume her sucking on his cock while presenting her own sex for his delectation.

  "What are you doing now, sweetheart?"

  "Oh... I'm lying on my stomach... Marco is on top of me now... sliding his cock back inside me from behind..."

  Now Leo heard Marco groan, as though he was watching football and a striker had just missed the goal, and it was clear he was back inside Caitlyn's welcoming pussy.

  Leo guided Sofia to drop her hips a little and offer him a taste of her juices. Strange to be holding up the phone to his ear while pulling her down to his mouth so he could kiss her pussy, slip his tongue inside her soaking folds.

  "What... is she doing now?" Caitlyn breathed into his ear.

  "She's lying on me, taking most of my cock inside her mouth... God it feels good..." he said, hearing Caitlyn gasping again in time to Marco's thrusts, and perhaps now even detecting the beat of the Spaniard's body colliding with hers as he slammed into her.

  Leo wedged his face into Sofia's sex for a moment or two, supping her juices, sucking on her lips. He took a deep breath, said into the phone: "She's lying with her pussy over my face so I can eat her while she's sucking me."

  A hint of ego suddenly spurred Leo, feeling that his words might be helping to turn her on beyond Marco's own attentions. So he continued interspersing his commentary with his oral exploration of the French girl's succulent pussy.

  "...she tastes wonderful, she's got a beautiful pussy..."

  "...can you hear me sucking on her? She's so juicy..."

  "...my cock is so hard in her mouth..."

  "...sweetie, I can hear him fucking you - does it feel good? Are you getting close to coming?..."

  "...I can hear him pounding your pussy..."

  Almost asserting her own needs, Sofia now pressed her pussy down on him, so that his words were cut off, and if Caitlyn could hear anything at all, it was just the wet sounds of him lapping and slurping at the tangy ambrosia flowing freely from the French girl's sex.

  But Caitlyn was probably too far down the path of her own fulfillment to be concerned with what might be happening on the other end of the phone. With the phone somehow wedged in between Sofia's thigh and his ear, he heard his fiancée yelling now, and then Marco crying out as well.

  And then it appeared to be all over down there in that hotel room on the seashore.

  *

  Leo rolled over so that he was side-by-side with Sofia now, and though he could still reach to kiss and lick her pussy, he could also look down her body to see her face, and share a smile with her at the notion that the four of them had just shared achieved a trial-run with a little help from modern technology.

  Sofia was mouthing words to him, clearly asking him whether Caitlyn and Marco had just finished up, just come together. Leo nodded, gave her a grin to show it was all fine.

  It was all fine, he felt good.

  Then, as he was busy French-kissing between Sofia's thighs, Caitlyn's voice came back through the phone, which he'd somehow managed to keep crushed against his ear.

  "God that was amazing..." she was out of breath still. "Are you still there?"

  "I'm here."

  "I don't think I've ever come that quickly before," she said. "Knowing that you were there hearing it. Telling me about you and Sofia... so sexy..."

  "So we're okay? We'll meet for dinner?"

  "I can't wait to see you, Leo."

  "I can't wait to see you, either, sweetheart."

  Chapter Four

  As he hung up the phone, Sofia slowly sat up, allowing him a last taste of her pussy before she slid her hips down, and now lay on her back on his chest, where he could reach around to gently fondle her breasts.

  "That was the nicest phone call I've ever been a part of," he said to her, making her smile as he kissed her neck, breathing in her sweet fragrance.

  "I think you're really ready to party now," she said, and groaned as one of his hands slipped down between her legs where the temperature was balmy and inviting.

  "I can't believe I was just talking with her, while Marco was..."

  "You seemed to handle it okay."

  Leo gently circled his hips, loving the feeling of his hard cock wedged between her buttocks as he stirred his finger inside her hot, wet little pussy, spreading her moisture up so he could nudge his fingers against her clit.

  "It was real, it was actually happening right there as I was taking to her. Crazy."

  "You bet," she said, her breathing becoming labored as her body stirred on his.

  "Are you close?"

  She laughed, "With you, I think I'm always close, Leo."

  "Come in my mouth again," he whispered in her ear, and it sounded faintly odd, as though it ought to have been something she said to him.

  *

  They had a relaxed brunch of bread, cheese and fruit out by the pool, talking about this and that, of Spain, of France, of America.

  It was a leisurely day of restful recuperation, with much of the afternoon spent simply sunbathing, with the only exertion the applying of sun cream, taking the occasional dip in the cool water, or briefly returning inside to top up the drinks.

  There was more than a little kissing and caressing as they helped each other with the sun block, and the frolicking in the pool as they took the plunge into the refreshing water to take the edge off the blazing sun. Yet it was all very relaxed.

  Simply being able to lie there and not have to do anything at all was a great thing. Lying back, staring off into the wide blue sky from where clouds were banished for most of the day. There was no sign of neighbors all afternoon, though Leo wore his trunks and Sofia her underwear just in case, her blue and white checked bra and panties almost appearing like a bikini from a distance.

  Yet as the afternoon wound on, and the time drew nearer for them to head back down to town, Leo found himself getting a little nervous again.
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  "Are you thinking about Caitlyn?" Sofia asked him, looking across at him as they lay on bleached white towels laid out over sun loungers.

  "Is it obvious?"

  "You must be looking forward to seeing her again."

  "Yes, I definitely am," he said. "Do you think it's going to be different with her when I see her again? I mean because of what we've done?"

  "I don't know," Sofia said. "But people always change. Even if you didn’t do what you’ve done, you’d still change.”

  "I guess so."

  "Do you think of her differently because you know she's made love to Marco now?"

  "I... I think a little..."

  "In a bad way?"

  Leo's brow creased into a contemplative frown. At last he said: "No, I don't think so. I think I'm more afraid than I was. But I see her as more of a sexual being than I ever did before."

  "And that is exciting, no?"

  "Definitely," he said. "But do you think she sees me as different?"

  Sofia turned over onto her side to look at him. "I think she must do," she said. "But she can't think anything bad, I'm sure. She must think you have courage, no? For going through with this? For being so supportive of her..."

  The French girl crawled over to him now, and perched her behind on the edge of his sun lounger.

  "Do you think you'll be ready to go further when we get down there again?" she asked softly, trailing one of her hands gently around his chest.

  "I think so," he said. "So long as Caitlyn seems completely okay..."

  "You think you'll be ready to be with her while she's with Marco?" she asked.

  "I was okay on the phone. We'll have to see how she is when I'm with you, too," he smiled.

  Sofia slipped her hand under the waistband of his trunks now, and her fingers closed around the hardening shaft of his cock.

  "We will still pretend that we have... made love?" Sofia asked.

  He nodded. "I don't want to spoil things for her - but I want to see her face-to-face again before I take that step."

  "I understand," the French girl said. "You're a very sweet guy, you know that Leo?"