Just like the one in the fantasy.
Lizzie wanted to cheer. Instead, she snuggled closer into the curve of her seat and let her body totally relax. If Finn pulled out of their fantasy, she didn’t want any doubt that she was sleeping.
She poured on the images and shared the sense of her fingers stroking between his taut buttocks, trailing all the way down the crease to the sensitive perineum, then on to where his sack was pulled up tight between his legs. The fantasy was so real, she felt his slightly sweat-damp skin along that warm valley, smelled the musky man smell of him. When she knelt behind him, there was warm dirt beneath her knees. Her fingers stroked firm flesh as she parted his cheeks, bared his puckered, dark-rose-colored anus, and ran her tongue across the sensitive ring.
Finn whimpered, both in her fantasy and in real life.
This was so cool, doing things in her mind that sort of grossed her out in real life. Empowered, she used her tongue on him, licking and jabbing against him, moistening the entire area around his anus with her saliva. From the rhythmic pull to his body and the images Kiera shared with her, she knew her partner in crime pictured herself kneeling in front of Finn, swallowing his cock down her throat.
He was getting it from both women at once. She wondered how he was interpreting everything, if he even had a clue where this was all coming from.
The best part was the fact that this was all make-believe. They’d both pictured him huge—long and thick with heavy veins running the length of his cock, but again, since this was fantasy, Kiera easily swallowed him down, milking him with her mouth and throat, tugging at his balls with both hands.
The man sitting between them had given up all pretense of ignoring the two women, though neither of them acknowledged him at all, other than with their minds. Finn’s body shuddered and twitched, his breathing had gone shallow and fast. He fell deeper into their fantasy, his body shivering with the input from two feminine minds devoting all their energy to his pleasure.
Lizzie continued licking all around his taut sphincter, wishing she had a big dildo to use on him. If nothing else, they really wanted to teach Finn a lesson. He’d been grabbing breasts and rubbing butts and pulling whatever shit he thought he could get away with, and enough was enough.
Lizzie really wanted him to pay, and if embarrassment would do it, she was all for making Finn feel like a fool. A dildo would fit her plans perfectly, except ... well, shit.
This was a fantasy and she was in charge, so she imagined the perfect dildo, and there it was, clasped in her hand. Even larger than she or Kiera had pictured Finn, the damned thing was well lubed and perfectly textured.
She hadn’t planned on purple, but purple she got. And just so Finn would know what to expect, she showed it to him. Held it up in front of his face long enough for the shock to register.
Then she was back, kneeling behind him with the thing clutched in her left hand. She rubbed her fingers down the crease of his ass, pressing against his sphincter as if she planned to penetrate. She teased him while Kiera sat back on her heels and merely licked the tip of his cock.
Finn bucked and twisted in his restraints, but he remained silent. Maybe he couldn’t talk back to them if they didn’t allow it. She really had no idea exactly how this worked, but whatever they were doing definitely had an effect on Finn.
Lizzie grabbed his hip and held him in place. The man beside her went still. Then she pressed the smooth tip of the big purple dildo against his sweet spot and pushed. She pictured the way his taut sphincter tightened up, fighting the intrusion. Then she let it give way, stretching a little before clenching against the dildo once again. She continued pushing and Finn slowly began to loosen, to weaken against her persistent pressure.
She imagined that it burned like fire, because she really wanted it to hurt him enough that he’d think before he grabbed her breast again. The man in the seat beside her grunted. Then he softly moaned as she kept pushing, twisting and turning the thing and adding to the tension, the fullness she wanted Finn to experience. Finally, she put all her imaginary weight behind the dildo and shoved hard, burying the massive thing clear to her fist.
“Fuck!” Finn jerked beside her, arched his back, and groaned. A moment later a large wet spot formed in the crotch of his jeans, spreading wide as Lizzie went back into his mind and pulled the imaginary dildo out of his ass and then shoved it back one more time, pushing it deep.
She just left it there, jammed all the way in to the thick knob on the handle part that held it in place. Then she pulled herself out of the fantasy and glanced at her partner in crime.
Kiera sat quietly laughing on Finn’s other side. She glanced up and Lizzie caught her eye, raised her hand, and high-fived her right in front of Finn’s nose.
Finn looked like he’d just lost a fight. Sweat covered his face and his eyes were glazed. Morgan and Rodie had both turned in their seats to see what all the commotion was. Lizzie grinned and gave them an innocent shrug.
Cameron slept in the front seat, but there was no ignoring Mac’s laughter.
Finn shook his head, took a deep breath, and then shot a furious glare at Kiera before he focused his steely gaze on Lizzie. Her heart tumbled into overtime. Had they made an enemy with their head games? Finn was physically big and strong. What if he was really angry with them?
Lizzie sent a worried glance at Kiera, but Finn suddenly threw his head back against the seat, laughing hysterically.
“Oh shit, mama,” he said, catching his breath. “You gonna pull that thing out or leave it there? I know it’s not real, but damn! Remind me not to mess with you two again.”
Morgan frowned. “What happened?” He glanced at Rodie. She shrugged and then he stared at Finn again. “You okay?” He glanced meaningfully at the wet, sticky spot beside the button fly on Finn’s worn jeans.
Finn reached out and grabbed Kiera’s and Lizzie’s hands before either one could move out of his reach. “I’m fine,” he said, squeezing lightly. “But I can honestly say, I’ve never before been attacked by someone else’s sexual fantasy.” He nodded to each of them in turn. “Ladies. You win. I apologize, and I promise to behave.”
Lizzie smiled, leaned close, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I guess we proved our point.”
Chuckling, Finn nodded. “That you did. And you have my permission to prove it again, any time you want.”
“In your dreams, smart-ass.” Kiera leaned close and kissed him as well. Then they all settled back against the leather seats.
Morgan stared at the three of them for a moment. Then he shook his head, turned around, and settled again beside Rodie.
For all intents and purposes, Mac appeared to stay focused on his driving. He never once turned around, but Lizzie could still hear him softly chuckling long minutes later.
Kiera kept her mouth shut. Of course, she was an attorney. They were good at knowing when to talk and when to keep quiet. Lizzie took one last glance at Finn. Then she closed her eyes.
But she didn’t even try to wipe the smile off her face.
Stunned, Finn lay his head back against the soft leather and tried to figure out exactly what he’d just experienced. He knew it had been fantasy, knew that no one had actually touched him, though try telling that to his cock.
Or his ass. Holy fuck. Thank goodness the sense of the dildo had finally faded away. He’d been afraid he’d be stuck with the thing—literally—until whoever put it there pulled it out.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that hard. In fact, here it was a full two minutes later, he was still pumping out spunk and his fucking dick was still hard.
It was going to make for one hell of an uncomfortable ride.
He glanced at Kiera and then Lizzie and chuckled softly. Sitting there, heads back, eyes closed, as innocent as newborn babes. What a couple of bitches! And he had to admit, he was at least half in love with both of them already.
He could still feel Kiera’s hands moving over his balls, the smooth glide of his cock down her throat. But Lizzie ... good goddamn, but she was amazing. That smile so sweet, sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but he’d felt her tongue rimming his ass, felt the shivers even now the way he had when she’d slipped through.
Holy shit.
He’d always been so sensitive there, and while he’d never let a guy fuck him, he’d played around a few times and knew what it felt like to have a woman’s fingers making him nuts.
But Lizzie’s tongue? Wow. Just ... wow. Except, how come his butt actually hurt? Logically, he knew it had been nothing more than a shared fantasy, but the dull ache in his ass right now was definitely uncomfortable, the way he imagined he’d feel if someone really had shoved a foot-long purple dildo up his butt. He shifted against the soft leather, trying to get more comfortable, but the pain persisted.
Not really terrible, but enough that he’d remember for a while what the two had done to him. Even if he’d deserved it, after harassing the girls all morning, Finn still had to figure out a way to get them back. You didn’t let something like this just slide. Not when retribution could be so entertaining.
Smiling, he relaxed and let his mind wander over all the myriad ways he could make Lizzie and Kiera pay.
And, funny thing. His ass didn’t hurt anymore.
Morgan stared at the thick wall of trees on either side of the road. Damn Finn. What a jerk! It was obvious he’d just shot a load in his pants, but why? What the hell had the girls done to him? No question they’d pulled something, and from what little he knew of Finn, the bastard probably deserved it. He’d have to ask him. Later, when he didn’t have so many other things going on.
He didn’t usually get hung up on chicks, but for some weird reason his thoughts were totally locked on to Rodie. It bugged him, because he wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t the prettiest of the three women. Not the most outgoing or even the sexiest, but there was something about her.
Something that grabbed him by the balls and wouldn’t let go. The feeling had been growing since that first night he saw her—it must have been close to two months or so ago, at one of the first gatherings of applicants, when he’d spotted her coming in a bit later than the rest of the crowd. She’d seemed flustered, a bit nervous, and he’d been curious then.
He’d asked around about her, and it took him a while to find out, but he’d discovered that night she came in so shook up that she’d been the victim of an assault and robbery just that afternoon. Some jerk had roughed her up and stolen her backpack and laptop, and that was just after she’d had a pretty ugly breakup with some guy. That story—with film—had been all over the Internet, how she’d caught the dude in her bed with another guy and a woman and Tasered the three of them.
But she hadn’t said a thing about any of that.
She’d had her world turned upside down, and yet she’d still made it to every one of those damned meetings. And here she was, acting like the whole thing was a big adventure, which, he figured, it was, but she’d had some really bad shit in her life and she hadn’t let it stop her. He admired that about her. A lot.
Then this morning, when he’d been trying out his newfound telepathy without a clue as to what he was actually doing, damned if she hadn’t turned the tables on him.
He had no idea what she’d been feeling when he imagined sliding his fingers over her clit and deep inside her pussy, but he could have sworn her lips were wrapping around his balls and her tongue was licking his shaft—utterly impossible since she was sitting there, staring at him.
Had the feelings he sent her way been as intense? He wished he had the balls to ask her. He was still sorry he’d broken the connection, though coming in his jeans would have been about as embarrassing as anything he could imagine. Especially since he’d have had to sit in his own spunk all the way up the mountain.
Just the way that idiot O’Toole was doing now. He wished he knew what those two chicks had done to the guy, because it was more than obvious they’d pulled some kinda shit.
But Rodie ... goddamn. If she’d made him feel her tongue and her hot mouth, that meant he must have succeeded with his concentration on her clit. Had she felt his fingers inside her? He couldn’t know for sure, but she’d looked like a woman on the edge of orgasm.
He’d been so close to losing it, but he had to admit, knowing they had this link made her even more fascinating. And the fact that she’d turned the tables on him meant she wasn’t all that averse to trying out this new power they seemed to have.
He wondered when Mac was going to teach them more about it. He felt like he was scrambling for answers but had no idea where to look.
So he leaned back against the soft leather seat and looked at Rodie. And let his imagination fly.
The closer they got to the site, the more Mac felt his excitement build, though he honestly couldn’t say whether it was because he was finally going to go after Zianne or if it was the result of all the sexual head games going on in the car.
He’d gone along for the ride with Kiera and Lizzie. Thank goodness he’d pulled himself free of their fantasy in time or he’d be riding up the mountain in sticky shorts, just like Finn.
Those girls learned fast. He’d tagged on to Morgan’s and Rodie’s fantasies for a while, but again he’d had to pull back before they sucked him in entirely.
He’d have to teach them how to block that sort of thing before it got out of hand, but for now it gave all of them something to entertain themselves with during the long trip.
All but Cameron. He knew the kid had a vivid imagination—his paintings made it more than obvious that he’d traveled the realm of fantasy and learned to make it pay in a big way. But he’d been quiet most of the day.
Quiet, or possibly blocking Mac’s curious questing thoughts? Maybe Cam had already figured out what the others had yet to learn. If so, it might mean his mental acuity was even stronger than Mac first thought.
He glanced at the GPS, watched for the familiar break in the forest off to the right, and slowed down for the turn. The sun had disappeared behind the mountains, but it was still light out, and he was glad that the team would get to see the site for the first time in the light of day.