Content Advisory: Erotic
Tori opened the lock box on the two story house and stepped inside. The prospective buyer was due in two hours and the house needed airing out.
She looked up at the chandelier hanging twenty feet above her in the foyer. Flipping the switch next to the front door, the gaudy ball of crystals and lights nearly blinded her. Her spiked heels clicked against the shiny hardwood floor. Pulling back the curtains on the French doors, the afternoon light filtered into the living room. She opened a window in the kitchen.
Walking through the house, she sprayed Febreeze on the drapes, couch and over the area rug.
She went from room to room spraying the air freshener and checking that the spaces were tidy and presentable. The previous occupants had left a few furnishings behind, including a nice four poster bed in the master suite and an elegant dark wood table in the dining room.
Satisfied with the look and smell of the house, she sat down at the table and collected the business cards left by other agents who had viewed the place since the last time she’d been there. No phone calls had come in though. She didn’t understand why. Competitively priced and situated in a quiet family oriented neighborhood, she thought the home would sell quickly.
“Hello?” A male voice echoed through the mostly empty house.
She glanced at her watch. No one should be there for another hour at least. She stood up and walked toward the front door.
Standing on the front porch, he smiled and put his hand up.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “Saw the for sale sign and the car in the driveway. Wondered if I could take a look.”
This type of man didn’t live in this kind of neighborhood. He was the type you’d see onstage at a rock concert.
Tori smoothed her skirt and plastered on a smile. “Of course. Come in.”
He wiped his feet on the doormat and stepped inside.
She offered her hand. “I’m Tori Lee.”
Squeezing her hand softly, he replied, “Scott Jensen.”
“I can give you a tour or you can wander around on your own.”
“A tour would be great.” He removed his sunglasses from atop his head and hooked them on the collar of his faded black t-shirt. His biceps bulged against the sleeves and a small portion of a tribal tattoo peeked out. Dark, unruly hair brushed his broad shoulders.
He walked a little ahead of her and she checked out his ass in the faded Levi’s. The light glinted off the stainless steel chain that hung from his back pocket and attached somewhere at his waist.
Nice.
Honestly, she hadn’t been out with a man in months and her body responded to the sight and scent of him. She cleared her throat and the prurient thoughts racing through her mind. “We can start in the kitchen.”
He turned around. “Okay. You’re the boss.”
She laughed and showed him the major selling points including stainless steel appliances, granite countertops and custom cabinets.
He nodded. “I like this kitchen.”
“Do you cook?” she asked. “This island is perfect for food prep.”
“This island could be good for lots of things.” He flashed her a smile, revealing perfect white teeth.
She immediately pictured herself perched atop the granite with his head buried between her legs. “I can imagine.”
Walking through the living room, she pointed out the brick fireplace. “There’s a second wood burning fireplace in the master bedroom.”
He nodded and looked from her face to her chest.
The blue silk blouse did little to hide the fact that her nipples had hardened into tight pebbles.
He licked his lips.
Heat spread from belly to her chest and moisture pooled between her legs. She pointed toward the ceiling. “Shall we?”
“Absolutely.”
She climbed the stairs, with him following her, and tried to keep her mind on business. She needed this sale. “There are walk-in closets and full baths in each of the bedrooms and a television room at the end of the hall.”
Sticking his head into the first bedroom, he quickly looked around. “Nice. Now show me the master.” His voice deepened and his eyes darkened.
Tori shivered and stood frozen in place for a moment. “What?” She blinked at him and regained her composure. “Oh. Yes, of course. The master suite.”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“This suite is well appointed. Tray ceilings. Brazilian Cherry wood floors. Crown molding. And, as I mentioned, a lovely fireplace.” She opened the closet door and stepped inside. “The closet is phenomenal.” Looking over her shoulder, she asked, “So, what do you think?”
He trailed his eyes down her body. “I like it. A lot.”
Turning around, she tilted her head. “What exactly is it that you like a lot, Mr. Jensen?”
“I like the way this room is built. The angles and curves, they please the eyes and stir the imagination.” He kept his eyes trained on her. “I could put my own touch on it. Bring it to life. Make it my own.”
Her heartbeat accelerated and she swallowed hard.
“Would you like that, Tori?” He took a step toward her.
Staring at him, she lost all coherent thought. “I think I would.”
Advancing quickly, he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her back to the wall inside the closet. “This is a nice space, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Perfect.”
Lowering his mouth to her neck, he sucked at her skin. “You taste good.”
“God.” She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. The electricity she felt the moment he walked through the door downstairs now hummed through her body like a live wire, arcing at his touch.
His hands slid down to the waist of her skirt and pulled her blouse up over her head. Yanking her bra down, his lips circled her nipple and he sucked lightly, sweeping his tongue over the hard peak. Separating her legs with his knee, he slid a hand under her skirt.
With each pull of his mouth, her clit throbbed in response while his fingers trailed up her inner thigh. She leaned her head back against the wall.
He straightened and sucked at her bottom lip, his fingers stroking the silky fabric of her panties.
Reaching down, she gripped his erection through his jeans and squeezed.
He groaned against her mouth, his tongue sliding over her lips. “Damn, baby. You want that?”
She nodded, pulling at his belt buckle. “Yes.”
“Good, because I’m gonna have this pussy.” Slipping his fingers inside the elastic of her panties, he massaged her clit.
The muscles in her legs tightened and she sucked in her breath.
He slid a finger inside her and used his thumb on her clit. “You’re so fucking wet. Are you gonna come for me?”
She moaned as he rubbed that sensitive spot inside her. In that instance, she didn’t care that this was wholly inappropriate and, in fact, the thrill of being discovered fueled her fire. And, it stoked hot with his hand up her skirt. Her body tensed and the first contraction hit hard.
“Oh, yeah. I feel it.” Scott pressed harder on her clit and moved his finger in and out slowly. He kissed her cheek and along her jaw.
Tori panted and pressed her forehead to his chest, using him to hold her up while her body turned to liquid heat, her pussy convulsing around his finger.
He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples.
“I can’t wait,” she whispered, using both hands to unbuckle his belt.
He smiled and pushed her skirt up around her waist. “I won’t make you wait then.” He helped her with his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection.
Breathing hard, Tori wrapped her fingers around his cock and slid her hand up and down his length.
He hissed and lifted her off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pulled her panties aside and crushed his mouth on hers. Bucking his hips, he buried his cock inside her.
“Oh, God.” She held on to his shoulders and gathered his t-shirt in her hands. Her pussy gloved his cock tightly, creating a delicious friction with every thrust.
Pressing her firmly to the wall, he drove deep inside her, again and again. “God damn. You’re so hot and wet.”
Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled. “Feels so good,” she whined.
“Yes. Really fucking good.” His hands dug into her thighs as he held her open and slammed into her harder. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Come in me. Mmm.” She bit his shoulder, muffling her cries.
He slowed his hips and pushed deep inside her. His cock throbbed and his warmth filled her. “Jesus Christ.” He rested his head on her shoulder, kissing her skin. Lowering her legs back to the floor, he pulled out but kept her pinned to the wall. “I want to make an offer on the house.”
She laughed. “Perfect.”
He smiled. “Bad timing?”
“Not at all.” She used the restroom and straightened her clothes. They walked down the stairs together, still laughing.
“So, I can offer full price, cash.”
“Do you have an agent?”
“No. You can handle it for me.” He pulled out his wallet and handed her his card.
“Okay, then. I’ll write up the offer and call you as soon as I have an answer.”
A man and woman appeared in the foyer. The woman waved. “Hi. My client and I had an appointment to see the house.”
Scott winked at Tori and walked toward the woman. “This house is sold.”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on December 22, 2011!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker
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