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Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Male Next Door


Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

Annalis glanced behind her for the third time. Almost positive someone was following her, she had avoided the side of the street she normally used on her walk home from work. Now she had no choice, she had to cross over and either take her normal shortcut through the alley or stay on the sidewalk for the extended version of the journey to her apartment. Neither option made her comfortable.

So which one was it going to be? Walk the extra distance or dash through the dark alley? Heart thudding, she hurried across the deserted street. At 3:00 a.m., the majority of people still out were either vampires or humans going home from clubs or looking for trouble. Of course, the ever present Security Center officers were out on patrol but those men were not there to help her kind. She’d stand a better chance with a rattle snake than one of those terrifying men.

Which way? The alley was just ahead.

Cutting through the dark maw would shave ten minutes off her walk. She bit her lip. It wasn’t like she couldn’t see. Her vision was excellent, better than any human’s who might be tailing her. Insides knotted, she turned down the thin passage and focused on the street light visible at the other end.

Her clicking heels sounded very loud to her and she wished for her cheap canvas shoes. Not liking the rapid fire staccato of her footsteps, she walked faster, wanting the short trip through the alley to be over.

Her trip ended, but not like she’d had in mind when her heel caught on something and her ankle turned. Arms pin-wheeling, she tried to catch herself, then balance lost, she went down.

She landed hard on the damp asphalt. Pain stung her outstretched hands and her right wrist bent hard, sending a second round of pain zinging up her forearm. Her right knee hit painfully and gave out, spilling her onto her side. Her purse went flying. She lay stunned, trying to gather her wits and assess the damage she’d done to herself.

Laughter jerked her head around and she sucked in a breath. Three men sauntered toward her. They were intoxicated but not to the point of sloppiness.

“Hey, honey,” the biggest one called to her. “How ‘bout you get your pretty little ass off the ground and take care of us?”

They all laughed.

Fear stabbed her chest and she scrabbled to get up. She kicked off her other shoe and ran. She stepped on something hard and round and staggered from the pain in her foot.

“Wait up, pretty thang,” another catcalled.

She forced herself to move. Behind her, their feet pounded the asphalt in pursuit. She could outrun them, surely she could. Females weren’t as strong and fast as males but she had to be faster than the drunken men chasing her.

She sprinted forward then skidded to a stop, her jack-hammering heart crawling up her throat. Two more men appeared at the end of the alley, cutting her off. Where had they come from? She spun around to face the men behind her.

Grinning, they advanced. One was rubbing his crotch.

Oh, God, they were going to rape her, and maybe kill her when they were done.

With nowhere to go, she stood shaking as they closed on her. She would have to fight them, she had no other choice.

“Looks like we’re gonna have a good time,” Crotch Rubber said and grinned. “Haven’t had any vampire pussy in quite a while.”

“I get her first,” one of his companions chimed in. “She’ll like me better. At least I took a bath tonight. ‘Sides, I got a bigger cock than you two put together.”

“What?” the third man squawked. “You ain’t got one big enough to find, much less soil the little lovely with. I’ll show her what a real man packs between his legs. You two can watch.”

“Please,” she said. “Please, let me pass.”

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, honey,” Crotch Rubber said. “Least not till we all get a crack or two at you.”

She was going to pass out. Lightheadedness closed over her. Her ears rang.

Behind her, a door slammed open.

She jumped and so did the men, stopping them in their tracks. Instinctively, she knew the male who’d stepped out was a vampire.

“I don’t think she wants anything to do with you shitheads so you need to get the fuck out of here before I get pissed,” he said.

The voice was vaguely familiar. She turned and gasped. Relief made her legs weak.

Her neighbor, Nixx, was behind her. She didn’t really know him but she sure was glad to see him.

Nixx moved up beside her and unstrapped a wicked looking crossbow that he’d had on his back.

The two men who’d stepped into the alley to cut her off had already vanished as silently as wraiths. The other three put it in reverse and backed away.

“Get outta here,” Nixx said and lifted the crossbow.

The three men turned and fled.

She burst into tears of relief.

Nixx slung the crossbow on his back and drew her to him. She went willingly into his arms which were strong as cables. She put her face against his shoulder and wept while the shakes rattled her.

He stroked her back and held her while she recovered a bit.

Finally she was able to step back. She wiped her eyes. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re welcome. You’re Annalis, aren’t you?”

“Yes and you’re Nixx. I’ve seen you around the apartment grounds.”

“Let me walk with you in case those jerks don’t take the hint.”

She glanced up at him. “Thanks.” She felt safe with him. And why not? He was big and strong. And good looking.


Nixx wanted to slip his arm around the little female and protect her. He didn’t do it though. After what she’d just been through she might not appreciate his hands on her. Which was too bad, he’d admired her for months but she hadn’t seemed interested in him. Not even a little bit.

After he got her home, maybe he would come back and see if he could track the bastards who’d cornered her. She was damn lucky he’d been going the same way and stumbled into the mess she had been in. The next female they went after might not be as lucky.

“You need a weapon,” he said.

“I don’t like guns.”

“You’d like what they would have done to you even less.”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m glad you showed up when you did.”

“So am I.” Damn but she was pretty. He’d love to run his fingers through the cascade of her hair. It looked like silk and hung almost to her ass in copper waves.

When they reached the apartment building he said, “How about coming to my place for some coffee?”

She followed him to his apartment though she was pretty sure she needed her head checked out. She wasn’t looking to get involved with someone, not even in a casual situation.

He ushered her inside and she stared around her. It was pretty dark with only the TV and a small light coming from the kitchen to illuminate the place but she could see her surroundings without difficulty.

A gun lay on a ratty coffee table along with a handful of throwing stars and a box of ammunition. An evil looking knife lay on an end table and another wicked looking crossbow hung on the wall. Nixx was into serious do it yourself home security. Either that or. . .holy shit. Was Nixx a Resistance member? Yeah, she bet he was. She glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow.

“I like weapons,” he said.

“I see that and I bet you know how to use them.”

“I do. Have a seat.” He motioned toward the sofa.

She planted herself and watched him to see what he was going to do. Unexpected nervousness settled in her belly.

“Can I get you a drink? I have soda and I can fix you up if you’d like something a tad stronger.”

“I’ll have whatever you do.”

He smirked. “Okay.” He went into the kitchen and rooted around. Ice cubes clinked into glasses and a couple of minutes later he came back with two small glasses. “Careful,” he said and handed one to her. “This will warm you up.”

She took the glass and choked as the liquid burned its way down her throat and hit her stomach like a fireball. She stared as he downed the contents in his glass.

“Oh, my God,” she sputtered.

“Kinda rough but it will make you feel better.”

She sipped carefully and it went down a little easier. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. You mind if I sit here with you?”

Warmth that had nothing to do with the kick-ass drink he’d made for her swept over her skin. “I don’t mind at all.”

He settled on the sofa but maintained a respectful distance. “I’ve seen you around here a lot. I kept hoping we’d run into each other.”

“Really?” Holy crap.

“Yeah.”

“I always hoped that, too,” she said. “But I didn’t think you ever noticed me.”

He shifted to meet her hazel gaze. “Are you kidding? You’re like a blaze of sunlight in the night. A male would have to be blind or dead not to notice you.”

She flushed with pleasure. Was this really happening? He’d actually wanted to meet her? Suddenly, the near attack was turning from a horror show into something else.

They spent the remainder of the evening talking, getting to know each other and when dawn threatened, she was disappointed to have to leave.

“Would you come over tomorrow night? I have the night off. We could watch a movie or two and I’ll fix us some dinner. It would be fun.”

Excitement trilled through her but she pretended to consider it for a moment before accepting. “I’m off tomorrow, too. I’d like to come over again.”

“Awesome.”

She smelled something delicious before she knocked on the door. A moment later, he let her in. A smile curved his lips and she wondered if they were as soft as they looked. He’d pulled his long, golden hair back into a tail and she saw his left ear was adorned with multiple earrings. His t-shirt exposed biceps circled with wide, elaborate tats. She wanted to touch them and trace the designs with her finger.

He stepped aside to let her enter.

Candles burned from several surfaces bathing the apartment in soft light and mingling the fragrances of the candles.

“Dinner will be ready soon. I’ll confess before you think I’m good in the kitchen. I bought it. I’m just heating it up with some extra spices added.”

She laughed. “That’s okay. I’m not that great in the kitchen either.”

“I bet you’re lying.”

She was, but she wasn’t going to fess up to it.

After dinner, they settled on the sofa together and Nixx clicked on a movie. She hardly noticed what they were watching. Her gaze kept going to Nixx. Jesus, he was well put together. He had a body built for strength and sex.

As she admired him she because aware of the moist heat between her legs. Her stomach fluttered.

He glanced over at her and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The heat intensified. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmured. “But only if you want me to.”

“I’d like that.” Oh God. Where was this going? Though she had a pretty good idea.

Nixx leaned over and gently caught her waist, pulling her to him. He smelled good and she wanted to drown in his fragrance, then his lips met hers in a gentle press. His kiss was soft, seeking but not aggressive. He burrowed his fingers in her hair and cupped the back of her head as the kiss grew in intensity.

A little moan escaped her and her lips parted. His tongue found its way inside her mouth and stroked her in ways that sent heat barreling through her. Tingles teased her nipples into tight little buds and warth gathered at her center.

He must have sensed her response because he grasped her hips and lifted her onto his lap so she was straddled over him. He brought her up to him. Through their clothing, she felt the weight of his rock-hard arousal. She leaned in against him, wanting contact with that part of him. She rubbed on him, stimulating both of them.

“Oh, my God,” he groaned. “If you keep doing that I’m going to fuck you right here on the floor.”

“I want to be with you.” Her hand closed over the bulge in his jeans and rubbed.

Groaning he fastened his mouth over hers again, plundering her while he roved up under her blouse and caught her breast. He teased first one nipple through the lacy bra then the other until she was on fire.

She grasped his shirt and worked the buttons loose, exposing taunt, smooth muscle. She stroked over him, learning his body through touch. Caressing downward over his ribs then to his belly, she reached the waistline of his jeans and quickly worked the button loose. She slipped her hand downward inside his pants until she encountered hard flesh. When she stroked over his cock, he responded with a long groan. He unzipped his jeans, giving them more room.

She explored him. He was big. She found sticky wetness at the crown and spread the precum with her finger over the head. His soft groan rewarded her actions.

“I can’t take any more,” he said and went for her pants.

To her amazement, in a deft move, he had her on her back and was pulling off her pants before she knew what was happening. She lifted her hips to help him get rid of the barrier of her clothing. When he got her pants and panties off, he stared at her center. Then in a rough voice he said, “Sit up at the edge and put your feet on the coffee table.

Heart pounding with excitement, she did as he asked, caging him between her legs.

He got onto his knees and stroked slowly down her thighs, spreading them a bit wider. Gently, he touched the delicate skin at her core. He stroked over her folds and touched the spot that throbbed for him. She moaned and threw hear head back. He continued stroking and touching around her entrance and pressing the little bundle of nerves that ached for more pressure until she thought she couldn’t take any more.

He glanced up and their eyes met. Still watching her, he lowered his head. His tongue shot out and touched the little bud at the center of her pleasure zone. She sucked in a breath and tensed.

“Easy,” he said. “Let me pleasure you.”

She forced herself to relax.

He ran his tongue slowly from her opening up to the top of her sex. Moaning, she dug her fingers into the sofa cushion.

His fingers and lips teased her sensitive flesh, stroking and applying pressure in all the right places. Heat gathered inside her and rippled over her skin. Nixx slid a finger inside her, working her core. He licked and nibbled, dragging his teeth with the gentleness of a butterfly’s wing over her skin until the coiled tension in her whipped free. She shrieked and sank her hands into his hair, pushing him into her slick pussy as her hips gyrated on the sofa with the power of her orgasm.

Nixx lapped at her until her shudders slowed then stopped. He leaned back and gained his feet. He stripped off his clothes then held his hand out for her. “Not enough room on the sofa.”

She took his hand and he pulled her up. He drew her close and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue before he led her around to the back side of an old overstuffed chair. “Lean on the chair,” he said and quirked up the corner of his mouth.

She eyed the back of the chair. It looked sturdy enough. She rested her forearms on the top and not needing direction, spread her legs. She glanced over her shoulder at Nixx who was focused on her ass. His cock was hard and ready and she was more than prepared to take him within her.

He moved up behind her and slid his hard length between her legs where he rocked against her already aroused flesh. A little moan floated out of her at the delicious friction. Reaching around her, he grasped her breasts, teasing the nipples with little pinches then stroking over them, soothing her hot flesh.

When she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, he latched onto her hips, steadying her, and pushed into her slick channel. He groaned and when he was deep inside, he stopped and rested his forehead on her back.

Annalis wiggled her ass, urging him to get on with it. Taking the hint, Nixx began a slow ride that quickly turned into hard pumping. She steadied herself on the chair, bracing against his thrusts. His grunts of pleasure punctuated each inward push.

Heat spiraled up from her core, built, and radiated outward until her moans matched his pace. “Nixx,” she cried. God, he was taking her places no male had before. He slipped a hand around her and pressed on her swollen nub. He stroked it, adding and releasing pressure, building up her need for release to intolerable levels.

She shrieked as her orgasm rolled through her. Nixx pumped like a machine, working to give himself as much pleasure as he’d given her. A moment later, he thrust hard and erupted, spurting inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her still while his orgasm completed. Then he pulled out and in a single move, picked her up and cradled her against his damp chest. “That was just the beginning,” he said and carried her down a short hallway to his bedroom.

She settled on the big bed and he crawled in beside her.

“We’re just getting started,” he said and drew her close.

Warmth enveloped her as she drifted peacefully in Nixx’s strong arms. What had began as a nightmare on the streets had ended in the arms of the male next door. What could have turned out better? She signed and closed her eyes.


~ Nickie Asher ~


CRIMSON available on Amazon

Copyright © 2012 Nickie Asher

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.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Stolen Moments


Content Advisory: Erotic

“I missed you.” Brooke wrapped her arms around him and lifted up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Lane grinned. “I missed you, too.” His hand slid slowly down her back and settled on her ass. He squeezed.
“You’re bad.” She smiled and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m bad? You’re the one who’s been sending me dirty pictures and text messages all week. My dick’s been hard for days.” Leaning forward, he kissed her neck, sucking lightly. His hands slid under her t-shirt and quickly pulled it over her head. He kissed her collarbone before bringing his mouth to hers.
“I can’t help myself. It sucks that we have to be apart all week.” She inhaled his scent and pushed her pelvis against him. Already, her body ached for his touch.
“I know. Hopefully, it won’t be that way for much longer.” With one hand, he released the clasp at her back and pulled her bra off. Looking down, he stared at her breasts. “Damn. Those are pretty.” He covered one, running his callused palm over the sensitive tip.
Her nipples hardened and goose bumps covered her skin.
Trailing kissing from her shoulder, he brought his lips to her breast, teasing the pink pebble with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
Brooke clutched his shoulders, letting her head fall back.
He touched her leg, skimming his hand lightly up her thigh and inside her shorts. The elastic of her panties gave way and he slipped his fingers inside the fabric.
His mouth on her breast and his hand between her legs rendered her weak in the knees. She breathed hard and held onto him tighter while butterflies gathered and bounced in her stomach. No matter how many times he made love to her, it always felt like the first.
He ministered to her other breast and slipped a finger inside her. “Mmm. You’re so fucking wet already.” He bit down on her nipple and tugged.
“I have been all day. Probably all week. I hate waiting.”
Backing her up to the wall, Lane slipped her shorts and panties down her legs. “But anticipation is an excellent aphrodisiac.”
She smiled and pulled at his shirt and impatiently unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, they were both naked and his erection pressed against her stomach, hot and unyielding.
He kissed her hard and fondled her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking her nipples. He knew she liked to be manhandled.
Gliding her fingers down his chest, she grasped his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. She pinched the head and ran her thumb over the drop of fluid.
He groaned and forced her legs apart with his knee. He rubbed the heel of his palm over her pussy, grazing her clit.
Electricity shot through her body and she gasped. “Oh, God.” All of her senses heightened. Her body went into overdrive from the scent of his skin to the rasp of his breath to the taste of his lips. She watched his tattooed biceps flex from the motion of his hand working her pussy.
She pushed him back until he sat on the edge of the bed. Still holding his dick in her hand, she dropped to her knees and crawled between his muscled thighs. The soft hair on his legs tickled her arms and she shivered. Looking up at him, she held the base and licked his thick shaft from bottom to top, circling the head with her tongue.
He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling gently.
Closing her lips around him, she moved her head, sucking as much of his length as she could. Moving one hand in tandem with her mouth, she used the other hand to caress his balls.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, his grip tightening on her hair. His hips moved up as her head went down. His cock grew harder and his balls tightened.  
She knew he was close and looked up at his face.
His jaw tensed and he shoved her head down. “God damn. I’m coming, baby.”
She squeezed his thighs and moaned, swallowing as his cock pulsed in her throat.
He let go of her hair and leaned back. “Your mouth is gonna kill me one of these days.”
She sat up, smiled and licked her lips. “What a way to go, huh?”
“Better than heaven itself.” He reached down and pulled her up onto the bed. “But not better than the taste of your pussy.” He rolled her on to her back and climbed up between her legs. He nibbled the inside of her thigh before licking up to her pussy.
Her clit throbbed in anticipation and she grabbed a hold of his hair.
He pushed her legs apart and alternately licked and sucked her clit. His hands massaged her inner thighs, his thumbs lightly brushing her smooth pussy.
She squeezed her legs around his head and moaned. Each pass of his tongue triggered an involuntary tremor that shook her entire body.
His fingers teased her entrance, circling and spreading her fluid. He slowly pushed two inside her and stroked that sensitive spot. 
She squirmed and bucked her hips while he steadily coaxed her toward release. The knot in her stomach dissolved and her whole body contracted. She pulled his hair and panted.
He moved his fingers faster, in and up, in and up, only stopping when her pussy clenched and she screamed.
“I can’t move my legs,” she whispered.
Lane laughed and rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. “Orgasm paralysis is temporary. The feeling will come back in a minute.”
“What did you do to me?” She couldn’t even open her eyes.
“Nothing compared to what I’m going to do next.”
His lips touched her stomach and he kissed his way up to her breasts. He took his time cupping and licking each one, recreating that delicious tightness in her lower region. Fitting his body between her thighs, he moved up to her shoulder, biting and kissing the soft curve while his hands slid along her torso and up to her arms.
Instinct took over and she opened her legs wider, allowing his erection to press against her mound. Her pussy pulsed with small aftershocks from the first orgasm and she wanted him inside her.
Pushing her arms above her head, he pinned her wrists with one hand. He kissed her ear, her neck and, finally, her mouth. His tongue delved deep while his other hand stroked her pussy.
“Make love to me, Lane.”
He rubbed his cock over her clit and down to her slit. Tilting his hips, he pushed just the head inside her. “Damn. You’re so tight, so wet.” He pushed a little more.
Brooke sucked in her breath and opened her eyes.  
They stared at one another before his grip increased on her wrists. He pulled back and thrust in again and again, each time burying his cock a little deeper inside her. He leaned forward and kissed her neck. “Open more for me. I want to be all the way inside you.”
“Okay,” she answered, lifting her legs.
“Oh, yeah. That’s perfect, baby.” He let go of her wrists and slipped his hands underneath her. With one firm thrust, he went deep, his balls snug against her ass. He stayed there for minute before withdrawing almost completely and sinking in again.
“Oh, God. Oh, my God,” she whimpered. His thick cock filled her pussy and she dug her nails into his shoulders.
He slid his hands lower and squeezed her ass. He moved faster, harder, pulling her down on his cock as he thrust up into her.
The sweet mixture of pleasure and pain had her panting. He took complete control of her body. And she loved it.
His cock massaged her G-spot and her body stirred, gathering energy like a hurricane brewing and the eye of the storm was about to make landfall.
And when it did, Lane slowed his thrusts and timed them with the viselike contractions of her orgasm.
Her eyes rolled back and her heart accelerated to mach speed. The entire surface of her skin tingled. Her head spun and she tried to hold on to him.
“You alright?”
Brooke nodded. She had never experienced orgasms like she did with Lane. Her whole body came every single time.
He was still hard and still lodged deep inside her. “I’m okay. Keep going.”
“I’m not in a hurry.” He didn’t move, just kissed her cheek and stroked her hair. His hand caressed her thigh, holding it close around his hip.
She sighed.
He buried his head against her neck and moved his hips slowly, grinding deep. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” He held her breast and increased the pace of his thrusts.
The friction of his cock stretching her and sliding in so deep had her biting back swear words.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and grasped her head, holding her stare. “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Yes. I want you to. I want to feel it.”
His body was strong, hard and capable of inflicting damage but she saw that familiar softness in his eyes. She was always safe with him.
His arms tensed and he slammed deep into her one last time.  His cock throbbed and his warmth filled her. He shifted his weight to the side but stayed on top of her, breathing hard. “My sweet baby.”
She wrapped her arms around him and smiled against his shoulder. “I love you.”
His kissed her. “I love you, too. And, I love these stolen moments.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on June 26, 2012!
                  
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~ Melissa Ecker ~

Copyright © 2012 Melissa Ecker

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.