From erotica and romance author, M.K. Elliott, comes three sexy stories about women in danger and the men who save them. Meet the hot young lifeguard, the heroic smoldering fireman, and the cop who just loves to use his handcuffs….
For mature readers over 18
Content advisory: Contains m/f intercourse, anal play, and light BDSM. Now with two bonus stories from the smash hit, Everything Erotic!
For mature readers over 18
Content advisory: Contains m/f intercourse, anal play, and light BDSM. Now with two bonus stories from the smash hit, Everything Erotic!
Break In
Her eyes flicked to the red LED lights of her bedside clock. 1:34 a.m. She’d stayed up far too late, caught up in the sexual exploits of the hero and heroine of her novel. The antics left her hot and considering releasing a little sexual energy to help her sleep.
Noises came again; the sound of movement.
Meaghan sat up in bed, her heart pounding. She pulled the bedcovers closer to her body.
Someone was downstairs.
She recognized the creak of her front door opening, followed by the sound of padded footstep in the downstairs hall. Shit. Had she forgotten to lock her front door when she’d come to bed?
Meaghan reached out and grabbed her mobile phone. With shaking fingers she tapped in nine…nine…nine.
“Hello, you’re through to the operator. What is your emergency?”
“Someone’s in the house,” Meaghan hissed into the phone. “I need the police.”
“What is your address, Miss?”
“65 Hillside Crescent. Please. Hurry.”
Another crash came from downstairs. She could only guess drawers were being rifled through as they searched for valuables. Meaghan didn’t know what they thought they would find. She wasn’t exactly wealthy and she kept all her jewellery right here in the bedroom.
Oh shit. They’d come up here and find her.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, Meaghan climbed off the bed, looking for somewhere to hide. She’d never fit into her wardrobe; it was crammed full of her numerous outfits and at least a hundred pairs of shoes. The only place was beneath the bed.
She scrambled beneath, cramming her body into the small place, her flimsy slip riding up around her waist, her breasts squashing against the floor. Her heart pounded, the blood rushing through her veins.
A crash came from downstairs as they knocked something over. Meaghan buried her face in the crook of her arm, praying they would leave. But the noises continued and eventually the tell-tale sound of heavy footsteps came from the stairs.
Where the hell were the cops?
Luckily, the spare bedroom was closest to the stairwell, so the intruder went to this room first, pulling open drawers, emptying things from the wardrobe. She tracked the footsteps as they headed along the landing, finally reaching her room.
She watched as her bedroom door opened fully and a pair of white trainers stood in front of her.
Obviously the bed had just been deserted; her night-light was still on, and her book lay abandoned on the sheets. If he put his hand against the mattress, he would feel the warmth.
Oh God, he was sure to look under the bed.
From outside came the sound of a car engine and the screech of brakes. Within seconds, banging on the front door thundered around the small house, and with it came the shout, “Police!”
Meaghan saw the feet hesitate, turning one way and then the next. The man ran to the wardrobe and opened the door, only to find it crammed full of clothes.
“Fuck,” he swore.
Naturally, the intruder hadn’t locked the front door behind him. Several pairs of heavy feet pounded up the stairs and then two more sets of feet, this time wearing black, shiny shoes, joined the trainers.
“Police,” said one of the men. “You’re under arrest.” There was a scuffle and then the shoes were all in front of Meaghan’s head. The bed bounced as the officers pushed the man over it, snapping handcuffs on him. “You don’t have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if, when questioned, you fail to mention something you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
A deep and sexy voice.
One of the officers hauled the guy to his feet and shoved him out of her bedroom and back down the stairs.
“Miss James?” the deep voice called. “Are you here? Everything is safe now, you can come out.”
He must have heard her sobbing, because a set of hands and knees appeared, followed by wide, blue eyes and a full mouth. The police officer held out a hand to her and she took it, his palm warm, firm, and safe.
Meaghan crawled out from under the bed and got to her feet. Her face was streaked with tears and his arm went around her. She trembled beneath his touch.
“Is there someone I can call for you?” he asked, his tone gentle. “Family? A boyfriend?”
Meaghan shook her head. She didn’t want to bother her parents. They lived almost two hundred and fifty miles away, in Cornwall, and there weren’t any friends she felt comfortable about disturbing at two in the morning.
She took a deep, shaky breath. “It’s all right,” she said. “I’m all right.” She looked up and smiled at the police officer, struck at how gorgeous this guy was. At least six foot, with broad shoulders beneath his uniform, he made for an imposing sight.
“You got the guy, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Sure. He’s under arrest; breaking and entering. My partner is putting him in the car.”
At that moment the other officer appeared in the doorway—an older man in his fifties.
“I’m going to take the guy in,” he said.
Her officer turned to her. “Could you come down to the station and give a statement?”
Meaghan shivered. “Does it need to be done tonight?”
“Not at all.” He turned to his partner. “Take the guy down and book him. I’ll stay here with Miss James for awhile; just make sure she’s okay. Send a car back for me in an hour or so?”
The older officer nodded his consent and disappeared from the doorway.
“Thank you so much, Officer…?”
“Flaherty,” he said. “Conner Flaherty.”
“And I’m Meaghan,” she said, smiling up at him.
“Let me make you some tea. You’ll feel better then.”
He disappeared downstairs and she heard him clanking around in her kitchen, the sound of the kettle boiling. A few minutes later he was back in her bedroom, clutching a mug of steaming tea.
His solid presence combined with the starched blue of his uniform, sent a thrill of excitement up between her thighs. Her panties were already wet from reading her novel, and she shifted against the material, wondering if he had any idea how hot he made her.
“Thanks” she said, taking the cup from him and setting it down on her nightstand.
His eyes slid down her body. Her cream, satin slip barely covered her full breasts, her panties exposed, her legs bare. He might not know how hot he made her, but she was pretty sure he was thinking the same thing about her.
Conner glanced away and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I should go.”
She put out her hand, stopping him. “Please don’t. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Their gaze met, and blood rushed to her lips, making them tingle, her nipples hardened beneath the slinky material of her lingerie.
Jesus, if he could do this to her, just by looking at her. Imagine what would happen if he touched her?
Her lack of a bra made her reaction obvious and he glanced down, unable to miss her excitement.
Was it her experience that had suddenly given her such brazen confidence? She wanted to be taken, here and now, to be filled up with a different emotion than fear, to forget what had happened. She leaned in toward him and pressed her lips against his, feeling him resist for just a moment, before opening his mouth to her, allowing her tongue to tease his…
Conner pulled away, turning from her. “I shouldn’t,” he said.
“Are you married?”
“No, but it’s not right. You’re vulnerable. I’d feel as if I’ve taken advantage of you.”
“Don’t be silly. You’ve not taken advantage, I want you.”
He stared at her again, trying to work her out.
“Are you going to make me beg for it?” she said, tilting her head to one side and pouting. “Please, Mr. Policeman, I’ve been a very naughty girl, and I want you to punish me.”
His cock twitched beneath his uniform, and his eyes grew heavy with lust.
She was onto something.
She reached for his hand and picked it up, placing his palm on her breast. The hard pebble of her nipple slid beneath the slippery material and his touch caused sparks to race through her. His hand cupped the swell of her breast, enjoying its weight, his thumb grazing her nipple. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pressed the length of her body against his. His hands crept around to the swell of her ass.
But he forced himself away from her once again. “This is not a good idea”.
“Really?” She reached down, her fingers finding the hard length of his erection through his uniform pants and giving it a squeeze. “Because I’ve been a very, very bad girl, Officer.”
He gasped in response and his erection grew solid beneath her hand.
When he looked at her again, she saw steely determination glinting in his eyes.
“Fuck it.”
Conner grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her back, in the same way he had done to the perp shortly before. His hold was just enough to keep her under control, but not enough to hurt. He pushed her face down onto the bed, so only her face and chest pressed against the soft material, her feet still planted firmly on the floor. Her slip rose up her back, her ass pushed into the air.
“You been a bad girl, huh?” he said
“Oh yes,” she gasped. “I’ve been very bad. You should arrest me, Officer.”
She heard the metal clink of his handcuffs as he unhooked them from his belt. Cold metal pressed against the delicate skin of her wrists as he hooked them.
Her pussy pulsed, desperate to be touched, to be fucked by a finger, or a mouth, or a cock. Her panties were soaking wet, molding to her naked folds. She was thankful she’d shaved every last hair from her body in the shower before going to bed that night.
“Is this okay?” he whispered over her shoulder.
“Oh yes. It’s more than okay.”
She heard the sound of his zipper and then his cock nudged the slip of material of her panties, applying pressure, making her groan in anticipation. He rubbed the head against the material, creating a frission of friction, sending vibration up through her core. Then he pulled his cock away and with deft fingers, pulled the material to one side. His fingers opened the lips of her pussy, pulling them wide, exposing her most private opening to him.
“Oh fuck”, he said, before dropping to his knees.
His tongue was on her, hot and wet. Starting at the bottom, right beneath her clit, he licked up in long, strong stokes, tasting her. He licked her over and over, until she squirmed beneath him. Hardening his tongue into a point, he pushed it inside her, fucking her with his tongue, pushing it into her tight pussy.
“Oh God,” Meaghan groaned. “That feels so good.”
She wanted to twist around, but the position he had her in left her helpless. He could do whatever he wanted.
He pulled his tongue from her and stood up, leaning over her back.
“Oh, you’re bad, aren’t you?” he said, his mouth close to her ear.
“Yes,” she managed to squeak. “I’m very bad.”
The flat of his palm came down on her naked ass cheek, the sound a sharp crack. A slight sting of pain shot pleasure through her cunt, pooling in her belly. Heat rose on her flesh, as the blood rushed to the surface, and she was pretty sure a red handprint was left on her pale skin.
“Does that feel good?” he said. “Do you like being punished?”
“Yes, I like it. Punish me good.”
His hand came down again in a hard slap, and then again.
But her pussy needed some attention and he sensed her need. He took hold of his cock and rubbed it at her entrance, before pushing deep inside her.
Meaghan cried out with pleasure. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her hard onto him.
“Tell me how you like it,” he demanded.
“Oh God, I love your big, hard cock fucking me,” she said.
He spanked her again, while pounding into her. Her muscles contracted with every slap, holding him firm. But her shoulders were starting to hurt in this position, detracting from her pleasure.
“Wait,” she gasped. “We need to change position.”
“Shit,” he said in frustration. But he held still inside of her while he fished the keys from his pocket and quickly unlocked her. Meaghan rolled her shoulders a couple of times, loosening them.
“Come onto the bed,” she said.
His dick slipped from her as she crawled onto the bed and lay on her back, spreading herself across the sheets. Lifting her hands above her head, she placed them against the black, wrought iron headboard.
Conner pulled off his shoes with his feet and tugged off his trousers. He climbed onto the bed with her and used the handcuffs to hook her to the bed. His erection pressed against her hip as he clicked them into place. Now she was totally helpless.
Her breasts were still covered with her slip. He shoved the material up, bunching it under her arms, and he lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking hard before giving it a gentle nip.
Meaghan squirmed and pushed her hips up, desperate to have him back inside her.
Spreading her thighs wide, he knelt between them and, leaning over her, pushed his dick deep into her hot channel. She wrapped her legs around his back, but he took hold of her calves and placed the backs of her heels onto his shoulders.
He drove deep, watching his cock slide in and out of her. He grabbed her ass, pulling her higher, allowing his movement to drive himself right up to the hilt.
Meaghan strained against the cuffs, her whole body caught up in the intense fucking, her tits bouncing as he thrust hard into her.
His movement became more frantic, banging harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass.
The force of her orgasm clenched her cunt, and she cried out loud as it jolted through her whole body, again and again. Her back arched, driving up toward him as he continued to slide his engorged cock in and out. He watched; his face a mask of concentration.
Moments later, the mask slipped as he came. He groaned as he pulled out of her, spraying warm cum over her stomach and tits.
A sharp knock came from the front door and they both turned, eyes wide.
“Oh shit,” he said. “I think that’s my ride.”
Meaghan still lay on the bed, now half naked and covered in his creamy fluid. She jingled the handcuffs.
“Unless you’re planning to arrest me too, I think you’d better unlock these.”
He grinned at her, a sexy flush high in his cheeks.
“If I keep you here until morning, when I get off my shift, do I get a repeat performance?”
“How about you unlock me, and I’ll make sure I give you my statement myself? Do police officers make house calls?”
Conner leaned down and hooked his trousers off the floor, pulling the keys from his pocket. “This one does, and you’d be amazed at what I can do with my baton.”
He reached over and uncuffed her. She pulled herself to sitting and rubbed at her wrists, before grabbing tissues from a box she kept beside her bed.
“In that case,” she said, mopping herself off, “I guess I’d better get some rest.”
Another sharp knock came from the front door and Conner quickly threw his trousers back on and attached his cuffs back to his belt. He bent down and gave her a long, slow kiss.
“I’ll see you in the morning then,” he said. “Oh, and make sure you lock the front door after me…
“You never know who’ll get in.”
~*~
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Copyright © 2011 M.K. Elliott
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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