Her Special Knight
Her Special Knight
An online RPG chat brought them together and tonight, after months of talking, Simone is finally going to meet the man of her dreams. They’ve shared secrets and jokes, and many long, steamy, late night conversations, but can their fantasy life survive the transition to reality?
Her Special Knight
By Lisa Fox
Copyright © 2012 Lisa Fox
Cover design by Insatiable Fantasy Designs
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Her Special Knight
Simone twisted in front of her full-length mirror, checking for the hundredth time that everything was perfect. Her short, black, pleated skirt twirled as she spun around, flashing a lot of thigh and just a hint of her ass. Cool air tickled her exposed skin as she moved and a tingle of anticipation ignited in her belly. She wasn’t usually so daring in her choice of attire, but then again, it wasn’t every night a dream came true. Tonight was different. Special. Tonight she was finally going to meet him.
He called himself ‘Alec’ after the devilishly handsome knight in the popular RPG Simone absolutely adored. He knew her as Xanthe, the brave, but stoic female warrior. They first connected through hashtag chats about the game and their relationship quickly progressed from Twitter to the phone, where their conversations evolved from the usual ‘getting to know you’ banter to hot and steamy sexting. They suited each other perfectly and those titillating tête-à-têtes never failed to make her come, but there was more than just some raunchy simulated sex between them. They had a real connection. She felt it every time they spoke. There had been many late nights when Simone she had laid in her bed, listening to the sound of his deep voice washing over her as they talked of games and books, chai lattés and music. When a band they both loved announced they would be holding a one-night-only concert in a town directly between their homes, it seemed like fate had offered them a golden opportunity to finally meet in person.
Simone took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm her racing heart. This was it. She gave herself one last look and then gathered her car keys. Would she get to kiss him tonight? she wondered as she set out on the highway. She wanted to, she longed to finally be able to feel the softness of his lips, taste the warmth of his mouth. She hoped it was even better than she imaged on all those long nights alone in her bed.
She shook her head, smiling at her own foolishness. No matter how much she loved the fantasy, she lived in the real world, and she knew that it could all be lies. Just because he sent a picture, didn’t mean it was actually him. He could totally be some kind of weird sex freak. She didn’t think so—and everything in her prayed for him to be normal—but you really never knew, which was why they were meeting at a very public venue.
She arrived at the theater, found a decent parking space, gave her ticket to the girl with blue hair at the entrance, and went inside. Simone strolled through the enormous general admission space, marveling at the Art Deco design, the high, vaulted ceilings, the massive, ornate chandeliers while she surreptitiously searching the crowd for her Alec. No one matching the picture he sent seemed to be in the concert space. A lead ball of disappointment gathered in her chest. How could she have been so stupid? She should have known better. How could she think he would actually show up? She always did this to herself, always allowed her fantasies and wishes to fill her heart with hope, and every time she was let down. Why did she think this time would be any different? With a heavy heart, she left the ballroom and headed for the bar.
Her breath stopped when she stopped him sitting at a small table in the far corner. He looked exactly like he did in his photos, blond and tan and muscular and oh, so very sexy. Giddy excitement mingled with her fluttering nervousness and she approached his table on wobbly knees.
“Hi,” she said, standing before him. Her shoulders wanted to slump, but she forced herself to stand upright. She was strong, confident. She was the warrior Xanthe, not shy, awkward Simone, and he belonged to her. She forced a smile on her face and hoped he didn’t notice her shaking hands. “I’m Xanthe.”
He met her gaze and all her nervousness disappeared as she looked into his stunning blue eyes. He smiled back and a lick of heat ignited in her lower belly. This was the man she had spent months talking to and texting, the man she had shared her secret desires with, the man that had made her come again and again and left her satisfied without ever having touched her. She drank him in, her eyes hungrily taking in all the curves and contours of his broad chest, his long, lean thighs. He rose to his feet and a tingling thrill of pure lust rushed over her. Simone loved tall men and her Alec was a full head taller than she was.
“Well,” he said, flashing her a grin so full of erotic promise her panties almost melted, “I am a lucky man indeed.”
The flutter in her belly intensified, and she was hyperaware of his touch as he helped her into the chair beside him. Their knees touched and the rough scrape of his jeans against her bare skin sent shivers down Simone’s spine. It was hard to be this close to him, her head full of his clean, delightful scent, and not wonder about the size and shape of his cock. Maybe he’d ask her back to his place for ‘coffee’ later. She very much hoped so.
And when they talked, it was just like on the phone, that same instant, comfortable connection. He told her about his ride to the venue, the detour he had to take, almost getting lost. His voice washed over and through her and Simone was almost tempted to close her eyes and drink in the sound of him like she did during all their late night talks. But this was infinitely better than even the best of those conversations—here, finally, she could look at him, feel him beside her, touch his warm skin.
She was disappointed when the house lights flickered, signaling the start of the show. She didn’t want to get up, leave his side, be distracted by concert, but she didn’t protest when he took her hand and led her toward the stage. She allowed him to guide her though the gathering crowd as people swarmed around them, vying for a better view. They squeezed into a tiny space at the security barricade in front of the stage. Simone gripped the black, plywood fence. Alec was pressed against her back and she was intensely aware of the very male presence behind her, his strong, lean body so very warm and so very close. There was no opening act tonight and when the band started, the crowd cheered, their bodies gyrating on the dance floor.
She moved with the music, bouncing along with the beat. Alec wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her firmly against him, and rested his cheek against hers. His warm breath tickled her shoulder, whispering over the tops of her breasts and the steady, gentle stream made her nipples pucker.
“Remember when I asked you to tell me your favorite fantasy?” he asked.
Simone’s cheeks flushed as she vividly recalled the conversation. It had occurred on a night not too long ago, right after he had led her to amazing heights with his whispered commands and she had lain panting in a heap in her bed, exhausted but satisfied. “I remember.”
His grip tightened around her. “Tell me again.”
“I want a handsome stranger to take me from behind,” she began. His hands moved over waist, up along her ribs, and she sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts sending fevered chills racing along her nerve endings. “A dark, mysterious man that takes me rough and hard. I want him to use me, fuck me. And I want him to make me scream when he makes
me come.” Her body trembled from the force of her confession, her innate shyness battling with her undeniable arousal. She moaned as he caressed her, his hands fueling the fire already burning deep in her core.
“Kiss me,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her throat.
Liquid heat melt her insides and she turned her head to nuzzled his nose. His lips touched hers once, lightly, and she lifted her chin, offering him her mouth. He took her in a teasing, playful kiss before slipping his tongue into her mouth with hard, breathtaking control.
She moaned into him when cupped her breast, and desire exploded in her core when he squeezed her nipple. She pressed against him and moaned into his mouth when she felt the hard length of his erection pressing back. The music took a sudden upswing in tempo and the crowd surged around them, bodies crashed into them.
His breath was warm on her throat and she practically melted when his tongue flicked her earlobe. She leaned back against him, any resistance she might have entertained dissolving away with every playful nip, with every soft, wet lick. His hand slid under her shirt and then skimmed across her stomach, gently caressing her belly. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his other hand on her bare thigh. It glided higher and then came to a rest right between her legs. His knuckle grazed the material of her panties and a shudder rolled over her. She shifted her feet to allow him more access, encouraging him to explore further.
His fingers slipped under the material of her panties and when he found her wet, he pulled her tighter against him, grinding his erection into her backside. Bolts of lust shot through her when he found her clit and her knees went weak when he began to slowly massage it. He inched her underwear down and she let it fall to the floor. She felt no regret at all when she stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside.
Her cry of pleasure was lost in the crowd when he slid one, long finger inside her. He held her tightly against his chest as he teased her, caressed her, stroked her, making her pant and sweat. Her nails dug into the security fence as he increased the intensity of his exploration, her hips rocking in time with his fingers.
She whimpered in protest when his hands moved, leaving her unfulfilled. He did something behind her and then brought his hands in front of her face, showing her the condom he held. He opened the wrapper before her eyes and then his hands disappeared. A moment later, she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance.
She wanted him so badly. Her pussy was literally throbbing and she needed him to take the ache away. She rose up slightly on her toes, offering herself to him. He thrust inside her and Simone moaned as he filled her completely. He spread her legs farther apart and plunged in deep. He took her hard and fast and she grunted with each thrust. It wasn’t long before she began to feel the stirrings of her orgasm and she pushed back against him, helping him take her higher.
Her entire body quaked as her release tore through her and she cried out as her body clenched and shuddered. She felt him tremble and then his body went rigid behind her as he found his release. He held her tightly as he came and then slumped against her with a low, satisfied groan. She sighed as he pulled out, leaving her empty, but completely sated.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I think I’m in love.”
“Alec and Xanthe make quite a pair,” she said, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. No matter how magnificent it was, it hadn’t been real. She didn’t even know his name. And he didn’t know hers. What they’d shared amounted nothing more than a pleasant fantasy.
He gently took her chin and turned her head to meet her eyes. “I’m Nick.”
He watched her earnestly, waiting for her answer, and Simone felt the stirrings of something more than lust in her chest, something brilliant and soaring. Something wonderful. “I’m Simone.”
The smile that spread across his face transformed him from merely handsome to down right beautiful. “Simone,” he said, seeming to almost savor her name. “Would you like to come home with me tonight, Simone?”
She twisted in his arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’d love to, Nick.”
About the Author
World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet-fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.
Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super-hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Lisa can be contacted anytime through her website: www.LisaFoxRomance.com
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