Partner Swap

Content Advisory: m/f sex

What was she doing here? Lacey glanced across the room where Sam stood talking with a tall, willowy brunette. He leaned in close to her and whispered something in her ear. They both turned to look at her before going back to their conversation.

Lacey grabbed her drink from the table in front of her and downed it all in one gulp. Wasn’t it enough that she agreed to come to this place with her boyfriend of four months? Did they really need to introduce someone new to their bed? Or someones?

Sam brushed his knuckles up and down the brunette’s bare arm and the woman laughed, leaned into him, kissed him.

A pang shot through her chest, compressing her lungs like a vise until it hurt to draw a breath. The old insecurities surfaced the second Sam suggested a partner swap. Was she not good enough? Why did he need more? Could she handle seeing him with another?

Sam grabbed the brunette’s hand and the two made their way over to her. Lacey chugged the remainder of her drink. Her boyfriend wanted this. If she said no, she could lose him. If she went through with this, she could still lose him. Did she really even have him if their relationship depended on this?

The beautiful woman in red leather was everything she wasn’t – confident, sexy, willing to play games. With a deep-seated certainty that tonight was the end of her relationship with Sam, Lacey pasted a fake smile on her face as the two approached.

“Lacey, meet Sadira. Sadira, Lacey.”

Great, she even had an exotic name.

Sadira reached out to hug her. “I’m honored you chose me to join you.”

Join us? Oh, hell no. If this was going to happen, she was getting hers, too.

“Nice to meet you, Sadira. Where’s your partner?”

Confusion flashed across the beautiful woman’s face as guilt camped out on Sam’s.

“Well, um, Lacey—”

Lacey interrupted his stuttered explanation. “No, Sam. No offense to you, Sadira, but we agreed to a partner swap, not a threesome.”

His mouth opening and closing, Sam looked like a fish as he tried to salvage his little fantasy, but Sadira, confusion gone, spoke first.

“Of course. I don’t have a partner, but I do have a very good friend I could invite. He’s very good-looking and I trust him. In fact, you are exactly his type. Shall I call him?”

Disgust at the relief flooding Sam’s features at the save gave Lacey the courage to say yes. If this was the death-knell for them, at least she could go out with a bang. Hopefully a big one.

Sitting up straight and squaring her shoulders, Lacey turned her back on her former boyfriend and nodded. “I’d like to meet him. If I feel comfortable and he’s willing, we can go from there.”

Sadira clapped her hands. “Perfect. Excuse me a moment.”

As the woman stepped away, already punching numbers in her cell, Sam whirled on her.

“What do you think you’re doing, Lace?” A muscle ticked at his temple, a sure sign of his anger.

Too bad.

“What we agreed to, Sam. You said partner swap, not a threesome with another woman. How like you to ensure your pleasure without thought to mine. Typical. I don’t know why I expected anything else.”
“What?” Shock quickly replaced the anger.

Feeling empowered, she continued. “That’s right. You suck in bed. For the record, after tonight, don’t bother calling me. I’m through with you, you selfish bastard.”

Sadira stepped between them at that moment. “My friend will join us shortly. Let’s dance while we wait.”

“You and Sam go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you sure?” The brunette cast a worried gaze toward Sam, who was already pulling her to the dance floor.

“Absolutely.”

Seems Sam was already moving on. Fine with her. Lacey flagged down a waitress and ordered another drink. Now that she had told him they were over, a weight had lifted off her chest. A one-woman man, she’d been coerced into something she hadn’t felt comfortable with.

Now, she could enjoy herself with worry or regret.

Two more drinks later, a guy approached Sadira on the dance floor. After a quick hug, she led both men to the table. Assuming this was the friend Sadira called, Lacey checked him out.

His blond hair was military-short and directed attention to the masculine planes of his face. Strong cheekbones and a square chin sent her pulse skyrocketing, but the dimple that peeked out when he smiled started the juices running in her panties. Broad shoulders tapered down to slim hips and the athletic way he moved through the crowd promised a tight ass.

Oh yeah. She could definitely get into him. Next to him, Sam looked like the weasel he was. This was real man and the confident way he held himself, combined with the panty-dropping good looks had her squirming in her seat.

As they approached the table, the mystery man’s smile grew. Hmm, maybe Sadira was right and she was his type. Who knew that Mr. Macho would like a woman with more curves than society said was beautiful?

“Lacey, this is the friend I told you about. Brett, say hi to Lacey.”

Brett rounded the table and lifted her hand. “My pleasure, Lacey.” The touch of his firm lips against her knuckles sent a shaft of electricity straight to her clit.

“I have a feeling it will be my pleasure.”

His dimple deepened as their gazes met and held.

“So, are we good to go?” Sam’s annoying voice broke through the spell between them.

Irritation flashed across Brett’s face as he faced Sam.

“I know she’s a little thick, but are you willing to fuck her?”

Heat swept up her face as mortification set in. Sadira gasped at Sam’s cruel words and Brett’s irritation turned to anger if the clenching fists were any indication.

“That’s no way to talk about a lady. She’s a beautiful woman and you’re a fool if you can’t see that.”

Brett coming to her defense and sticking up for her turned her on even more, despite Sam’s nastiness.

“Whatever, dude. Ready, Sadira?”

Oblivious to the disgust on the brunette’s face, Sam held his hand out to her. When she didn’t take it, he finally looked at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“You say those things about your girlfriend and then expect me to go with you?”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore. She broke up with me before we went on the dance floor.”

Sadira nodded at Lacey. “Good for you.” She turned back to Sam. “You think that makes it okay? I don’t spend time with men who disrespect women.”

The brunette sashayed back to the dance floor. Sam turned his angry gaze on Lacey.

“See what you’ve done? I should have unloaded you long ago.”

Brett got between them as Sam advanced on her. “I suggest you go cool off.”

As Sam eyed Brett, Lacey could tell when the light bulb came on and Sam realized he was outmatched. With a disgusted snort, Sam turned away and cut through the crowd to the bar. Probably to find another partner for the night.

Brett sat on the other stool and took her hand. “You know he’s a dick, right? You broke up with him so you must, but what he said was out of line. I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”

The sincerity in his gaze and voice broke through her embarrassment. She smiled.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

He grinned at her for a moment and then sobered. “So far, I like what I see in you, but I have to be honest, I don’t like to share my partners.”

The last bit of trepidation lifted and she laughed. “Good, because I don’t like it, either. That was all Sam.”

“Figures. Idiot didn’t know what he had.”

The four drinks she’d consumed in short period of time combined with a hot guy rubbing circles on her hand got her juices flowing again. After all the build-up and the sudden free feeling rushing through her, she wanted this man. Tonight. Now.

“Want to go up to my room?”

“Are you asking because you want me or because you want to get back at him?”

Wow, a man that thought with more than his little head. As she wondered how to convince him, a wicked idea popped into her head and she had enough alcohol to lower her inhibitions to carry it out.

With slow, deliberate motions, she propped her heel on the rungs of his stool, widening her legs. As her skirt rode up her thighs, she ran her hand along the soft skin there. Brett’s eyes tracked the motion until her fingers slid up to her panties.

She plunged her first two fingers into her channel, her moisture easing the entry. Withdrawing, she pulled her hand out and held her offering out to him. Gazes locked, he leaned forward and sucked the fingers into his mouth.

His velvety tongue caressed her skin and he sucked on the digits, each pull garnering an answering tug in her clit. As he finished his treat, she tossed back her hair. The heat in his eyes gave her the confidence to continue with her invitation.

“What do you think?”

“I think you taste like heaven and I can’t wait for more. Let’s go.”

Hand in hand, they made their way back to her room. As she flipped the security lock in place, his arms encircled her and he nuzzled her neck. The scrape of stubble along with the wet slide of his tongue just behind her ear sent a wave of arousal through her. Knees buckling, she sagged against the door. He palmed her breasts and kneaded them. Her nipples tingled with desire and she tried to move them into his grasp. He stopped, sliding his hands to her waist.

“No. My way.”

At her nod, he returned to her aching mounds. She gasped for breath as he finally scraped a fingernail over one taut nub. More, more, more.

She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until he answered her. “You’ll get more, baby. I promise.”
Letting go of her sensitive breasts, he worked the fastenings on her dress until it hung open. With a sweep of his hands, the silky garment fell at her feet, leaving her in thong panties and heels.

Brett placed her hands on the door. “Leave them.”

Taking her silence as agreement, he turned his attention back to her breasts. This time, he zeroed in on her hard nipples, pulling and rolling them between his finger and thumb. Each movement sent a shaft of fire from her nipples straight to her pussy.

Lacey moaned and dropped her head back on his shoulder, making sure to leave her hands on the door in front of her. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Commanding control over their love play, mouth nibbling her neck, hands paying homage to her nipples, and a huge cock pressing into her backside, Brett overwhelmed all of her senses. He slid one hand down to her mound, slipping beneath her thong. Pinching her clit, he sent her body into a sudden, unexpected orgasm.

She screamed as electric shocks buzzed along her nerve endings, radiating from her clit to the rest of her body. Behind her, she could hear the metal slide of Brett’s zipper and whimpered when he shoved her thong aside. He pushed down on her back until she bent forward and with one plunge, seated his hard cock inside her.

Her sheath welcomed him, moist from her climax, but snug enough that they both groaned. He filled her fuller than she’d ever been before and touched every sensitive spot inside her. Pushing back toward him, she silently begged for more.

With a quick kiss on her spine, he withdrew and drove forward again. And again. And again. With each lunge, he hit her g-spot, sending fireworks shot throughout her body. His firm grip on her hips seemed at odds with the tender touches he’d placed on her cheek, her hand, her shoulders, yet the combination sent her senses reeling.

“Harder. I need…more.” She could barely gasp out her request as the pleasure spiraled inside her, creating a coil of need in her stomach that tightened with each thrust.

In answer to her plea, he increased the rhythm, pounding hard and fast, exactly what she wanted. No, needed.

The coil tightened further and further, on the edge of breaking, but still just out of reach.

“I…can’t….” She sobbed as her orgasm hovered near, but not close enough.

As if sensing her frustration, Brett slid one hand down to her mound. He rubbed her clit, flicked it a couple of times, rubbed some more. His ministrations raised her arousal another notch, but wasn’t enough…

With a quick pinch of the sensitive bundle of nerves, the coil broke. A flood of pleasure rushed through her, wave after wave of sensation threatened to drown her. Her knees buckled and Brett caught her, held her up, continued to plough into her.

And then he found his release. With a moan, he held himself still inside her as beads of sweat landed on her back.

After several minutes, Brett pulled out and helped her stand up straight. He led her to the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Returning sans condom and with a wet washcloth, he wiped the moisture away before tossing it on the floor.

He joined her in the bed and pulled her into his arms. “That was incredible, baby. You’re incredible.”

Warmth filled her at his words. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

“You’re really done with the dick, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good, because I want to see where this leads. If you’re interested.” Doubt filled his voice for the first time since she’d met him.

Lacey propped herself up on one elbow and looked down into his green eyes. “I’m definitely interested.”

Relief flooded his features and he smiled, pulling her back into his embrace.

She felt so good, on top of the world and laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?”

“I told you it would be my pleasure.”

****

Please return on September 22nd for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~

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Pleasure Planet - Part Two

Content Advisory- Crude language, graphic m/f sex

When we last left Andromeda and Hector on Pleasure Planet, Andromeda realized having to share a suite with Hector may not be as bad as she first thought.

I tried not to stare at Hector’s sculpted body, but my eyes wouldn’t cooperate. He’d never been anything other than a geeky co-worker, but suddenly I was having all sorts of naughty thoughts that involved nakedness and tongues. My mind screamed not to go down that path. Darn this deprived libido, it seemed to have plans of its own.

“Well, don’t worry about staying out of my way.” I tried to sound nonchalant as I backpedaled from my earlier declaration of needing privacy. He was still fiddling with the string of his swimming trunks, ignoring me. “I’ll probably just hang around the pool and relax.” I slipped my finger into my belt and gave it a quick tug, letting my robe gape enough to show my ample cleavage. “You know, the usual stuff.”

He finished tying his trunks and looked at me. His eyes zeroed in on my boobs again, which sent a thrill through me. An expression I’d like to think was lust, ghosted across his face. My nipples tightened. His gaze traveled to my lips, then eyes, his inscrutable mask once again fixed in place. I had a feeling Hector’s still waters ran deep—and hot.

“Are you going swimming?” he said.

I attempted a flirty hair flip thing which probably looked stupid since I have short hair. What was wrong with me? It was as if the street-smart Andromeda had been replaced by some sexed-up bimbo.

“Yeah, I thought I’d hit Pleasure Realm Nine for a soak in the hot pools,” I said. “How about you” A giggle slipped out and I cringed. Get a hold of yourself girl. “Would you like to join me?”

I turned and dug in my bag, searching for my music-pod and headphones, the action a meager attempt to exorcise the ditzy bar-fly that had invaded my body.

“Yes, I think I will.”

“Found them.” I waved my headphones in the air a little too vigorously, ignoring the excitement racing through me. “Okay then, ready?”

Hector walked to the door and held it open for me. A true gentleman. I smiled, but didn’t speak, not trusting myself to say anything that wouldn’t sound completely moronic. I chastised my sudden ineptitude. I’d never cared what any of the men on Crystalar thought of me. Was I so shallow that a set of ripped abs and dreamy green eyes could turn me into a brainless hussy and make me forget Hector’s dweebish, knucklehead ways? The heat of his body caressed my skin as I passed him. A shiver ran across the back of my neck. Yep, obviously I was that shallow.

We made our trek to the elevator in relative silence. I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from cramming the pregnant pauses with a lot of babble. The elevator stopped at several floors on its descent, slowly filling with people, slowly pushing me closer to Hector. By the eighth stop I was pressed so tightly against him my boobs cradled his upper arm. I kind of liked it and made no effort to dislodge him.

He smelled clean and crisp and I was tempted to run my tongue across his shoulder. I restrained myself, not wanting to creep him out. The elevator lurched and I fell against him. Much to my disappointment, Hector extracted his arm. Much to my pleasure, he wrapped it around me, securing me against him. I thought he was only being gentlemanly again, but then his hand crept down my hip and cupped my ass in a way that was anything but proper.

I cut a glance to his face. He stared at me and cocked a brow. I stared back. Did I really want to take a chance on screwing up my working relationship with Hector? As things stood, I worked alone, unencumbered by social attachments. When I left Chrystalar, I left that part of my life behind. If I took this sexual plunge with him, would that totally screw up the three weeks out of the month I was stuck in a confined area with the nerds? His hand found its way under the back of my robe. He slid a finger along the crease of my cheek and down between my legs.

Oh what the fuck. You only live once.

I shifted slightly, spreading my legs to give him better access, and to let him know I was all in. For the first time ever, Hector smiled. It was small, the kind that quirked up at the corner of his mouth, and I melted. Why had I never noticed him before? I could have been enjoying hot-monkey sex months ago. We had the same rotation schedule and usually traveled to Pleasure Planet on the same transport. I smiled at him.

His finger, I don’t know which one and didn’t really care as long as he didn’t stop, slid along the thin string of my thong. The tip wedged beneath the elastic and stroked the lips of my pussy. Blessed nebulas, I wanted him to bury that digit and pleasure me right then and there, but I kept my cool. I was wet and I knew he felt it. His finger dipped between my folds and stroked. I was quickly losing my cool but I was no novice at the game of seduction. A very large part of me wanted to see Hector lose control. I wanted to watch his tightly reined mannerisms unwind.

I inched my way through the crush of people until I stood directly in front of him. Despite my bulky robe I could feel his erection as I squeezed between him and some old guy wearing a silver track suit. I felt more than heard Hector’s intake of breath. Stepping back, I pressed my ass into his cock. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me hard against him. I stumbled a little and grabbed the silver guy’s arm to steady myself. He looked at me. Well, he looked at my boobs.

“Sorry,” I said, releasing him.

His smile made me feel like I’d just been licked by a Maltarian camel. The dromedaries have oil glands on their tongue to keep their mouths moist on the desert planet. Ick.

“Anytime,” the man said.

Luckily the doors opened and he exited, along with five other people. With more room in the elevator it seemed awkward for me to still be pressed against Hector, but he didn’t seem to give a crap. He did remove his hands from my hips and now held me firmly by the upper arms.

We exited the elevator and walked down the carpeted corridor to the pool area. Large glass doors slid open and the smell of the saltwater pools hit me. The humid air wrapped around my body and I slipped off my robe. I could feel Hector’s gaze on me. My heart beat a little faster. It had been a long time since any man had given me butterflies.

I stuffed my music pod and headphones into the pocket of my robe and set it on a lounge chair. Our next stop was the showers. I pressed the button for the warm spray and turned so the jets doused my back and hair. Hector stood outside the spray’s range and stared at me for several long seconds. The way he looked at me made me feel sexy so I worked it. I held his gaze and ran my fingers through my hair and down my neck, finally running my hands over my breasts. Oh yeah, very effective.

Hector stepped into my shower and crowded my body with his. My skin tingled as his flesh made contact with mine. I tried to peer up at him but the water kept dripping into my eyes. Figuring I’d end up looking like an idiot if I tried to gaze seductively at him, I closed my eyes.

His hands traveled over my shoulders and gripped my upper arms again. With a smooth turn, he placed his back toward the shower, blocking me from the spray. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me. I was quickly learning that even though Hector didn’t say much, his beautiful green eyes spoke volumes.

He twined his fingers with mine and pulled me out of the warm spray toward the hot pools. There were nine, most of them occupied by large women in rubber caps that sported colorful flowers. He guided me to the farthest pool. It was surrounded by tropical greenery and thankfully empty. Holding hands, we descended the steps. Hot water bubbled around us, chasing away any lingering space-chill hiding in my bones. He guided me to the corner, where lush foliage grew tall enough to block us from everybody’s view.

I started to sit beside him, but he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him—straddled his erection. Sweet nebulas he felt good. I wrapped one arm around his neck and ran my other hand through his hair to tousle it. Something inside me wanted to peel away the old layers of Hector and reveal the sexy man buried under thick glasses, the man who had been hiding all this hotness under a lab coat.

His thick brown hair spiked under my fingers and I damn near let one of those feminine sighs escape me.

“God you’re good looking,” I said.

He cocked his brow again. I was quickly coming to love that little quirk. “I’ve always looked like this, Andromeda.”

I like the way he said my name. “Uh, no you didn’t. I would have noticed.”

“Maybe you weren’t looking.”

His hand moved up to cup the back of my head and brought my mouth a fraction of an inch from his. I wanted him to kiss me—needed him to kiss me. His lips hovered, his eyes searching my face.

“Are you sure about this, Andromeda?”

I wasn’t sure about a lot of things in life, but this? “Oh yeah, very sure. Now, stop talking and kiss me.”

He hesitated a fraction of a second before pulling my mouth to his. Soft, demanding, and very skilled lips assaulted mine. I opened to him, letting his tongue stroke and seduce me. To say he was a good kisser would be a gross understatement. Sweet heavens, the man had a mouth made for loving.

Somebody moaned. In hindsight I think it was me. I wrapped both arms around his neck and deepened my kiss. My pussy moved along his cock, back and forth, stroking him. His hands cupped my ass and guided me against him, never once freeing my mouth from his sensual attack.

I slipped my hand between us and found the waistband of his swimming trunks. My fingers slid easily between his body and the elastic. Later I’d wonder if he’d untied the strings for just such an occasion. I found him instantly. He was hot and hard. I palmed the head of his erection and gently squeezed as I stroked him. He pushed into my hand. His mouth pressed gently against mine, open, breathing against my lips.

“Stroke me all the way down,” he whispered.

I did, loving the tightly controlled passion burning in his eyes. He moaned and let his forehead rest against my shoulder. I stroked and squeezed, feeling him grow harder against my touch. One of his hands kept me anchored to his lap but his other found my breast. He pulled the small triangle aside and rubbed his thumb across my nipple. With a gentle tug, he rolled it between his fingers. Spikes of hot pleasure shot to my pussy. I gasped.

“Do that again,” I said.

He obliged. Then he exposed my other nipple and kindly did the same. His head lowered and his wonderful mouth sucked me as his tongue laved against my pebbled nubs. This was not enough. Him fondling my tits, me stroking him, I wanted more.

I grasped one of his hands and moved it between my legs. It didn’t take much encouragement, well, none really, before Hector was beneath the thin piece of material covering my girlie parts. Like his mouth, his fingers were full of talent. Unencumbered by a crowded elevator, he now had free rein and took advantage.

His finger slid deep inside me and I thought I’d explode. I whimpered.

“Do you like that?” he said as he slid another finger inside.

“God, Hector, God.” Those were the only words I seemed capable of verbalizing as his thumb rubbed my clit.

I pumped the head of his cock and I think he growled. His mouth crushed mine as we pleasured each other. My pussy throbbed and I felt that wonderful spiraling building.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his mouth.

“Never,” he said.

But he did, damn him. Without warning he removed his fingers and flipped me around to face away from him.  I wanted to scream. My body hummed like a tight guitar string. I felt him fumble a little before settling me back on his lap. He pulled my thong to the side and I felt the tip of his cock press against my pussy. Holy planetary collision it felt good.

I slid onto him inch by blessed inch. He filled me and it was all I could do not to cry out. His finger found my clit as his other hand guided me up and down his cock. The hot water boiled around us, hiding the play under its roiling bubbles. I leaned against him, craning my neck to kiss him. The position was awkward but at that moment I wanted every inch of Hector, against or inside me.

I bunched my legs on either side of his thighs and rode him, sliding, pumping, and milking him. One hand found my nipple and he tugged, sending pleasure shooting to the spot he sweetly fucked.

My pussy pulsed as I ratcheted higher, building to my climax. Hector’s heavy breaths panted against my shoulder. The man was pure sexual magic.

“Hector, I’m getting close.”

“Come for me, Andromeda.” God I loved the way he said my name. He rubbed my clit more quickly, sliding his finger to where his cock pumped into me and back to my sensitive nub. “Do it, Andromeda. Come while I fuck you.”

Okay, that did it. I cried out and shattered into a million tiny pieces. My pussy squeezed and released, milking his cock. I covered his hand with mine, helping him rubbed my clit, helping him finish the job. He bit my shoulder and thrust into me, straining and holding me as he came.

His body convulsed. Mine answered, still throbbing from the mind blowing orgasm. His hands ran up the sides of my body and covered my breasts. He massaged and stroked them, kissing my shoulder and neck as he filled me. I arched against him, still needing his touch.

When he stopped shuddering, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to him. We sat like that for a long time, not talking. He didn’t seem in a hurry to let me go and for the first time I could ever remember, I didn’t want to be let go.

Finally, he released me. I shoved my boobs back into my suit and slid the thong back to where it was supposed to be. He adjusted his trunks and looked at me. What happened now? I suddenly felt awkward and hoped he wasn’t going to go all analytical nerd on me and burst my vacation bubble.

“Hungry?” he said.

I grinned. “Starving.”

His green eyes sparkled. “Good, because your going to need your strength.”

Thank you, sweet nebulas.

If you enjoyed the second installment of Pleasure Planet, please return on Sept 16^th for more fun between Andromeda and Hector.

asJaxon Vailsa

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Guest Blogger - Danielle Ravencroft!

Content Advisory: m/f sex.

Ophelia Martinez has a chance encounter with internationally famous rock-star, Trace Curtis. To Ophelia, Trace will always be the charming boy she met in high school. They share one night together in which Trace falls in love with Ophelia. But Ophelia knows she can’t continue to live in the past, at least not with the secret that haunts her present.

A Trace of Love excerpt:

Ophelia scowled. “Why are you doing this?”

Trace blinked in confusion. When he spoke, his voice was no longer playful, but deep and serious. “Why am I doing what?”

Ophelia looked him straight in the eyes. “Why, Trace Curtis, lead singer of Molten Silk, are you sitting here talking to me when you could be with any girl in world?”

He was very still for a long time, staring at her through narrow eyes. Just when she thought he might recognize her, he said, “Is that all I am to you? A famous name?”

Ophelia sighed, her heart breaking at the new direction the night headed. “Trace, we’re strangers. We don’t mean anything to each other.”

“Maybe I meant to change that. Maybe I wanted to mean something to you,” he mumbled. Ophelia stared, momentarily shocked. Trace sighed and stood. “I should go.”

Ophelia shot to her feet, grabbed Trace’s shirt with both hands, and yanked him toward her, planting her lips on his mouth.

Trace didn’t miss a beat. He placed one hand on her waist and one behind her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He held her tight, their lips melding together. His tongue gently parted her mouth a little wider and glided over hers in a slow, circular motion. His breath tasted like cinnamon gum, warm against her lips. Her hands slid along his chest and wrapped around his neck where she ran her fingers through his soft black curls.

His hands slid under her blouse, leaving trails of heat on her skin as they explored every inch of her abs and lower back. He reached up and unhooked her bra. One hand slid under the lace and massaged her breast. A tender, callused thumb traced circles around her nipple until it tightened and puckered under his touch. Damp warmth began to tingle between her legs as his other hand reached down, over her jeans, and gently squeezed her butt.

Trace deepened their kiss; pressing so hard against her she thought she might fall backward on the bed. Heat burned through her clothes where their bodies touched; his chest, abs, and hips aligned with hers. She felt the bump of his desire through his jeans, pushing against her thigh.

Her trembling hands reached for the hem of his shirt, but she fumbled, forgetting about his coat. Trace tore himself away from her and yanked off his jacket, his pale blue eyes never wavering from her brown ones. He crossed his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it land on the floor. Ophelia wet her lips and swallowed as she took in his perfectly chiseled pectorals and abs, right down to the sculpted V of his hips.

She pulled off her top, along with her bra. Her cheeks warmed as Trace looked at her, but she refused to hide from him. There wasn’t any point in being shy this far into things. He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to her forehead while unbuttoning her pants. He got on one knee, kissed her tummy, and pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, turned and pulled the covers off the bed.

Ophelia slid under the sheets. Smiling, she inclined her head and gestured for him to join her. They lay on their sides, face to face for a moment. He smiled and kissed her nose and forehead. Heat burned where his lips touched her skin. He placed a hand under her jaw, his thumb gliding over her cheek, and pulled her closed to him, kissing her lips. With each kiss, Trace opened his mouth a little wider, dipped his tongue a little further, and held her a little tighter.

She gently pressed her hands against his shoulders, easing him onto his back. Still exploring his mouth with her tongue, Ophelia let her hand glide over his rock solid chest and abs, over his boxers, into the little flap of the crotch. She found the hard, hot length of his sex and freed it from the confines of his underwear. The huge, pulsating flesh flopped against his tummy.

Ophelia glanced at it from the corner of her eye and nearly gasped. She briefly wondered if it would even fit inside her. She stroked it, her fingers trembling at its size. It bobbed against her touch, like a puppy begging to be petted. His skin was so soft and delicate as it stretched thin over the vein. Trace tilted his head back. A soft moan escaped from his lips.

An idea came to Ophelia, one that made her smirk. She sat up and moved next to his hips. She was about to lean over his sex when Trace grabbed her arm. “Wait,” he said while pushing himself up.

Ophelia straightened. “What is it?”

A sheepish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “I want to be on top.”

Ophelia nodded and lay against the pillows.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

“Close your eyes. No peeking.”

Ophelia snickered, but did as he said. “Promise,” she grinned with her eyes closed. She felt the bed bounce slightly as Trace stood and moved about the room. The light behind her eye lids darkened and she knew he turned off all the lamps. He joined her on the bed once more, sitting by her side. She expected a quick entry, but that proved not to be what Trace had in mind.

Instead, he took her right hand in his and held it up to his mouth. He pressed tiny kisses against the tips of each of her fingers. Then he kissed the palm of her hand, the underside of her wrist, and her forearm, slowly working his way down to the inside of her elbow. His warm, moist breath tickled her skin along her bicep and shoulder.

She breathed deeply and turned her head away as he reached her collar bone. He kissed her neck and took his time nuzzling, sucking the delicate skin between his teeth, playfully nipping. His trail of sweet, burning kisses continued down, between her breasts, down over her upper abs and tummy, down to her groin.

She heard him push the sheets completely away from her. His fingers slipped under the straps of her thong and gently pulled it off. He placed both hands under each of her knees and slowly parted her legs. Every fiber of her being was ready for him; she gripped the bed in anticipation. She wanted to open her eyes, to watch as he worked, but she kept them closed as she’d promised, knowing how much better it would feel.

Trace nipped at the spot where her thigh joined her hip, sending a shiver of goose bumps over her body. He pressed his lips sweetly against her sex, instantly filling her with a tingly heat. Ophelia’s eyes fluttered open just slightly. She reached down to push the soft curls of his hair behind his ear. “Trace….” But she felt him smile against her. His head dipped low and she felt the burning heat of his tongue entering the core of her body.

Her head fell back against the pillow and she moaned as he rolled his tongue from her vagina to her clit. He repeated the motion until her entire sex was slick with moisture. He turned his focus to her clitoris. He massaged it with the tip of his tongue, suckling every so often, until it hardened into a tight little bud. Her core trembled for attention again. Just when Ophelia thought she would scream, Trace pushed his index and middle finger easily inside her, invading and exploring her sex.

Trace continued to massage and suckle her clit. At the same time, he pumped his arm, slowly at first, but then increasing in speed. Ophelia dug her fingernails into the mattress, moaning until she came once, twice, a third time. Trace kept on going. Ophelia trembled under his every touch, almost to the point she thought she might explode. She shuddered so much, she had to gather all her strength just to reach down and pull his face up.

“Trace…I need you inside me.”

He kissed her thigh, his lips glossed over with moisture. “Not yet, trust me.”

When Ophelia came the fourth time, her eyes rolled back, her torso lifted off the bed, and her hips trembled in overwhelming pleasure. When Trace released her, she fell against the bed and tried to catch her breath. Little spasms continued to ripple through her core, aftershocks reminding her body of the pleasure it felt.

Trace lay by her side, patiently waiting for her to collect herself. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Do you still want me inside you?”

Ophelia faced him, wide-eyed, chest still heaving. “Oh yes.”

He chucked then pulled the covers up and positioned his body over hers. She felt the burning heat of his flesh poke against her tummy. She reached down and stroked it. Her breath caught in her throat. It was even bigger now than when she’d pulled it out of his boxers. Ophelia tried to prepare herself by relaxing her muscles, but she just didn’t think it was possible.

Trace didn’t try to force himself. He kissed her neck and gently messaged her breasts until all the tension melted away, replaced by a familiar warm tingle. Trace pushed his sex inside her a little bit at a time until, finally, she somehow stretched enough to take in all of him. He pulled out and this time, his entire length slick with her moisture, he drove all of it into her core at once.

Ophelia gasped, feeling the most heavenly pain a woman could ever know. He filled her completely, the connection whole, perfect, like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together. She dug her fingernails into his back, drawing blood, but he never flinched.

Somehow, it wasn’t enough. Ophelia wanted more, wanted him deeper. She mumbled her request in his ear. He lifted her into his thick, capable arms, crawled to the head of the bed, and rose to his knees. Her back pressed against the cold headboard. He hooked one arm under her knee and pulled her leg up until her toes pointed to the ceiling. He pumped hard; making sure every inch of himself entered her body with each thrust.

Soon their skin dripped with sweat, gleamed silver in the moonlight filtering through the window. Ophelia and Trace had sex until the sun rose. At some point, Trace took Ophelia’s hand and held it against his chest, directly above his heart. He fell asleep, holding her hand there.

But Ophelia couldn’t rest. At some point while they were supposed to be having casual sex, Ophelia fell in love with Trace Curtis. She knew it. She recognized it. But she couldn’t allow it.

What did she expect him to do, stay in the city with her? Have a real relationship? Marry her? She wasn’t a teenager and this wasn’t a daydream. Hell, she hadn’t had sex with Mathew, her old crush, who was oblivious to her existence. She had sex with Trace Curtis, international rock star. She just slept with a man who was used to sleeping with groupies every night. No, Trace Curtis would get on his tour bus, go to the next venue, perform another show, and have sex with another woman. There would always be an endless supply of willing ladies for Trace Curtis, even if there was never another man for Ophelia. Trace would easily forget about her.

With a heavy heart, Ophelia slid her hand out of his and gently left the bed. She dressed quickly, in silence. She grabbed her shoes and tiptoed out of the hotel room, away from Trace.

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Copyright 2011 Danielle Ravencroft

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January James Learns to Ride

Content Advisory: Erotic

“Sunni, it’s Jan. I’m on my way to pick you up. Class starts at eleven.”  January James left a message on her best friend’s voicemail and backed out of her driveway. 

Sunni Silver and January went to college together and became fast friends. That was almost ten years ago. While January majored in journalism, Sunni held a bachelor’s degree in Romance Languages. She knew it was completely useless and she didn’t care. Sunni lived on her trust fund. She had no problem getting by on her $15,000 per month allowance.

Though smart, Sunni lacked common sense at times and January  stepped up to the plate to keep an eye on her. Last week, Sunni’s dad called January and asked her if she would take a motorcycle safety training class with Sunni. He would foot the bill, of course.

She pulled into Sunni’s driveway and spotted her statuesque friend standing on the porch. How could one girl be so lucky? On top of being the sweetest person in the world, Sunni had more money than she could ever spend and looks that would make any supermodel jealous.

January smiled and stopped her Honda in front of the stairs and rolled the passenger window down.

Sunni wore four inch wedges with shorts and a tank top.

“Sunni, babe? You might want to grab some tennis shoes and jeans for this class.”

Sunni cocked her head to the side and adjusted her sunglasses. “Why? I hate tennis shoes. So ugly.”

“We’re gonna be riding motorcycles. Remember? Go get your Tom’s. They will work. And a pair of pants. Any pants.”

Sunni dropped her purse on the passenger seat and went back inside, returning with a Vera Bradley tote bag stuffed with clothes. “Can we go to Starbucks, Jan? I need an iced mocha, like yesterday.”

“Honestly, I could use some coffee myself.”

January drove through Starbucks and followed the GPS voice to the school. Several cars sat in front of the metal building. She double checked the address. January had pictured a university type setting not a tool shed in the middle of an industrial area.

Sunni pushed her sunglasses up on her head. “What is this?”

“This is the school, I guess.” Jan put the car in park and grabbed her purse from the back seat. “Let’s go check it out.”

The pair walked into the building which resembled an airplane hangar. One big room with tables and chairs and a Power Point screen hanging in front. January immediately noticed that she and Sunni were the only two women. Counting the two up front, January estimated about ten men in attendance.

The taller, dark haired man in the front of the room looked in their direction. “Have a seat anywhere, ladies.” His smile was inviting but January’s attention settled on the man standing beside him.

His bulging biceps stretched the sleeves of his black t-shirt and dark sunglasses hid his eyes. Tattoos covered his arms and snaked around his neck.

Hot damn!

January couldn’t explain her affection for ink other than it completely contradicted her good girl Southern Baptist upbringing.

Sunni leaned in close to January’s ear. “Dibs on tall, dark and handsome.”

January laughed. “You can have him. I’m all about the bad boy.”

They sat at a table toward the front of the room and January pulled a notepad and pen out of her bag.

Sunni stared at January and blinked. “Was I supposed to bring a pen and paper?”

“Why am I not surprised?” January tore a page out of her notebook and fished an extra pen out of her purse. “Here.”

Sunni smiled. “Thanks, Jan.”

“On behalf of the Motorcycle Training Program, welcome. I’m Jesse and,” he motioned to his tattooed partner, “this is Chase. We’ll be your instructors for both phases of this class. Please take a moment to fill out the information sheet on the table.” 

“I want to take him home with me,” Sunni whispered.

“Stop it. We’re here to learn. Your dad won’t be happy if we both fail.”

Sunni giggled. “Okay, whatever.”

January filled in the blanks on the form and stopped short on the question that asked why she wanted to learn to ride. 

Good question. Because Sunni’s dad will buy me a motorcycle if I do?

She glanced at Sunni’s sheet. Honest to a fault, Sunni had written, “Why not?” in response to the same question.

January laughed and wrote, “I’ve always wanted to learn.”

The two instructors walked around the room collecting the information sheets. Chase removed his sunglasses and January quickly looked away when he glanced in her direction.

Next, the two men passed out a syllabus outlining the day’s curriculum.

“You won’t be riding a motorcycle today, folks. We’ll be covering basic motorcycle operation and safety principles. As long as you pass the written test this afternoon…you’ll ride tomorrow,” Jesse said.

They watched safety videos during which January was sure she heard Sunni snoring. January took notes for both of them. It wouldn’t do if Sunni failed.

January helped Sunni study during the afternoon break. January finished the test fairly quick but Sunni took forever. In fact, all the other students had received their scores and left for the day.

Chase and Jesse sat in the front of the room talking quietly.

Finally, Sunni put her pencil down and stared at her test sheet. “I think I’m done.” She  walked up to the front of the room.

January watched the two men watch Sunni. She owned it, like the catwalk from her modeling days. January doubted they would fail her, even if she failed.

Chase looked beyond Sunni and locked eyes with January. She looked over her shoulder to see if someone stood behind her.

Nope, he’s looking at you, kiddo.

He hadn’t cracked a smile all day.

January took a chance and gave him her sweetest grin.

He actually laughed and stood up from his seat, stretching.

Jesse and Sunni were engaged in conversation that most likely had nothing to do with her test.

Sunni turned around. “Hey, Jan. He’s going to show me the bikes. Wanna see, too?”

January kept her eyes on Chase. “Sure, I do.”

Jesse and Sunni disappeared through a back door while Chase stood just inside. He held the door open for her.

“Thank you.”

He nodded and followed her out.

Orange cones outlined the training course. Motorcycles in different colors and sizes waited beside the course.

Immediately attracted to a white bike, January walked over and straddled the seat.

“Honda Rebel 250. Nice bike for someone your size,” Chase said.

His voice raised goose bumps on January’s skin and her nipples hardened.  She tried to talk herself out of it, but the signs were there. She knew she’d end up fucking him.

Behind her, Jesse sat on a Harley and Sunni sat on his lap…they’d be fucking within the hour. Sunni wasn’t shy when she wanted something.

“We’re going to dinner, Jan.” Sunni smiled and winked.

“Okay. Do you need me to pick you up?” January asked.

“I’ll bring her home,” Jesse answered, cupping Sunni’s ass.

They walked away leaving Chase and January alone in the back lot.

Chase laughed. “Jesse is quite the ladies’ man.”

“I see that.”

He put his hand on one of the handlebars. “I’m looking forward to teaching you to ride.”

“Really?” January cocked her head to the side. “I’m kind of excited about it myself.”

“Do you want to go for a ride now?”

She sized him up. “Sure, I’d like that.”

He smiled. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared inside the building and returned with two helmets.  He handed one to her and led her to a motorcycle parked on the side.

She knew it was a Harley Davidson and much bigger than the Rebel she’d been sitting on moments ago.

Chase climbed on and fired the engine. “Hop on.”

She sat behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist.

“Hold on.” He took off out of the parking lot and down the road.

This particular industrial area was surrounded by woods. January pressed herself against him. The vibrations from the bike, coupled with her hands on his muscled abs, had her clit throbbing. If he hit a bump now, she’d come.

He turned down an isolated road and pulled into a small clearing surrounded by trees. He cut the engine and looked at her over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Yes. Why?”

“I thought I heard you whimpering.”

January pulled her helmet off. “Really?” Heat spread into her cheeks.

He removed his helmet. “Yeah, I thought maybe you were uncomfortable or something.”

“I was actually very comfortable. A little too comfortable…”

Chase grinned. “I thought that might be the case.”

He alighted the bike and helped her off. Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Heat emanated from his body and January looked up at him. Her heart raced. She parted her lips, placed her hand on his chest and kissed the corner of his mouth.

His hand immediately snaked around her waist and slid down to her ass. Chase pulled her against him and returned the kiss… aggressively.

She held onto his arms, tangling her tongue with his. Sometimes chemistry was so intense no words were needed.

His other hand slid up her back and grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of her neck. Tugging lightly, he pulled her head back and nibbled at her neck. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”

He cupped her breast and raked his thumb over the hard peak.

She moaned and pressed her body against his.

“You want me to bend you over my bike, babe?” he whispered in her ear. His hand reached between her thighs and pushed against her mound.

“Yes. Yes, I do,” she answered, breathing hard.

Chase wasted no time and pulled her shirt over her head.

January kicked off her tennis shoes while he slid her pants down her legs.

He paused, eye level with her pussy. “Open your legs, January.”

She stepped her feet apart.

He looked up at her while his fingers teased her smooth folds.

She sucked her breath in when he grazed her clit.

Chase smiled. “That’s where the magic happens.” He lifted her leg over his shoulder and put his face between her thighs. His lips found her clit and he sucked lightly.

He reached a hand up and caressed her breast, pinching her nipple.

She let her head fall back. Her knees grew weak with every pull of his mouth. She held onto the bike when Chase slipped a finger into her pussy, caressing her G-spot. The orgasm slammed into her, nearly knocking her off her feet. She moaned loud and put her hand on his head. Her body tensed and her legs trembled.

He released her clit from his mouth and moved lower, pushing his tongue into her cunt, licking her on the inside. He slowly began kissing his way up her body, stopping at her breast, circling her nipple with his lips. His warm tongue swept over the tight pink pebble while he created a suction with his mouth. Biting down on her nipple, he squeezed her other breast hard.

“Oh, God.” January dug her nails into his solid biceps. 

His lips roamed up to her neck. “Your pussy tasted so good. Now I want to fuck it, hard and deep.”

“I want that.”

Abruptly, he turned her around and bent her over the seat of his bike and kicked her legs apart.

She heard the rustling of clothing and then his hand pressed down on the small of her back while his other hand stroked her pussy and ass.

He pressed the head of his cock against her slit and, with one powerful stroke, buried himself deep.

January cried out as his thick shaft stretched her pussy. 

He held her against the seat and slammed into her fast. The bike teetered and he pulled her up against his chest. Easing her off his cock, Chase turned her around to face him and picked her up. His hands cupped her ass and he lowered her back onto him.

January clutched his shoulders while he held her against his chest and pumped into her fast and hard. No one had ever done her like that. His cock filled her and then some.

“I’m coming,” he hissed. His jaw clenched and his fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down hard.

She gasped and a moan caught in her throat.

His cock pulsed and spilled his warmth inside her. Still holding her, he smiled and pulled her head close and kissed her.

“When I signed up for riding lessons, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said, giggling.

“This is the beginner’s course. Come back tomorrow and I’ll give you the intermediate lesson.”

“I’ll be here. Education is very important.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on September 25, 2011!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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