Cabin Fever

Content Advisory: Erotic

The blizzard whistled and rattled the old windows of the cabin.  Sophia wrapped the patchwork quilt around her shivering shoulders and scooted closer to the fire. The electricity in the small cabin she had rented had been out for over twelve hours and as night fell, so did the temperature.

She hoped the storm would pass and everything would be back to normal soon. When she said she had wanted some isolation she hadn't meant freezing to death in the woods. Her cell phone didn’t get a signal up there and her laptop battery died an hour ago.

Her car was completely buried beneath ice and the visibility was zero anyway; a complete white out storm. The wood stacked beside the red brick hearth wouldn’t last much longer and she cursed herself for not bringing more in that morning. She would have to make a trip out to the shed or she’d die of hypothermia.

As she pulled on jeans and a sweater and donned her parka, she made a mental picture of how far she would have to go to fetch the wood, a little past her car and to the right, if her memory served her. The red wagon outside was now buried in snow and she didn’t think she’d be able to pull it anyway. The snowfall had to be at least a foot deep.

A wicker basket filled with old magazines sat beside the overstuffed couch. Dumping them on the floor, she pushed on the bottom of the basket to test its durability. She needed something to carry the wood back in. Sophia dropped it next to the door and zipped up her jacket and put on gloves.

She took a deep breath and opened the wooden door. Grabbing the basket, she stepped onto the slippery porch and steadied herself. The first step down, she sunk into snow up to her thigh. Taking a step forward was like wading through quicksand.    

 After trekking the ten yards from the cabin to her car, she was winded and each breath was like inhaling fire into her lungs. Snow flurries collected on her eyelashes and she kept wiping her eyes hoping to see a little clearer. Goggles weren’t something she thought she’d need.

“This is bullshit. Fuck me.” Sophia tried to catch her breath.

A deep laugh erupted, followed by, “If you insist.”

The voice came out of nowhere. She shrieked, lost her balance and fell backwards into the snow. Now neck deep, she looked up at a tall, dark figure.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He leaned forward and grabbed her arm by the elbow and pulled her to her feet.

“Who the hell are you? Jesus Christ. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” The wetness penetrated her jeans and instantly chilled her to the bone and she shuddered.

“I’m Alex. I live in the cabin down the road.” His face was mostly obscured by a knit hood of some sort.  

Her natural instinct kicked in and she tried to back up. “What are you doing here? Out in this weather?”

“This place is usually empty but I remembered seeing your car out here yesterday and I thought I’d come check on you. City girls don’t do too well in these conditions.”

Sophia’s teeth chattered when she tried to respond.

“Maybe I should ask what you’re doing out here.”

“I…I…needed wood.” She hugged herself.

He looked at her basket now sinking into the snow. “Can you make it back to the cabin? I’ll bring some wood up for you.”

She nodded. Any reservation she had about trusting a stranger flew off with the bitter cold wind biting into her body.

“Go then,” he said and turned to walk away.

She trudged through the snow, lifting her knees like a member of a marching band to make each step.  

Once inside the cabin, she immediately began shedding her wet clothes. Her damp skin was freezing to the touch. Leaving her pants, shirt and jacket by the door, she walked over to the fireplace and held her hands toward the flames. The heat was searing but she needed to stop the shivering and alleviate the goose bumps.

The door opened a minute later and Alex pulled a sled piled with logs into the house. He dropped his backpack on the floor and took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack.

Sophia watched him, waiting for him to take off the mask. Curiosity burned her brain as she imagined him being some kind of superhero. Maybe her temperature had dropped too low and she was delusional, standing there in her underwear picturing Batman stacking wood for the fireplace.

He turned his back to her and pulled off the hood. His longish blond hair hit his shoulders and without the jacket, he revealed a fairly muscular body and a rather large knife strapped to his hip.

She should probably have been afraid of him but she found herself intrigued. What kind of man lived alone way back in the woods?

As if reading her thoughts, he looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.

Damn. It’s Thor.

Alex removed his boots and carried some firewood to the hearth, stacking a few logs beside it and tossing two into the dwindling flames. He stood up and looked down at her. “You look like you just saw a ghost, Miss…I didn’t catch your name.”

She stared at him and tried to keep her mouth from dropping open. “Miss Parker. Sophia Parker. And, no, no ghosts, you just remind me of someone.”

“I hope it’s someone pleasant.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.”

He laughed. “Do you have a kettle or something? I have some cocoa in my backpack. You need something warm in you.”

Sophia coughed, that’s exactly what she needed but cocoa wasn’t what she had in mind. “There’s a teakettle on the stove. I’ll get it.” She turned the faucet on and nothing happened. She banged on the handles.

“Pipes are probably frozen,” Alex called from the other room. “Bring me the kettle and I’ll get some snow.”

While he went outside, she fetched her robe from the bedroom. Three minutes later they were sipping hot cocoa in front of the fire and his deep blue eyes were entrancing her.

“So, what brought you up here?” He unstrapped the Bowie knife and placed it on the bricks beside the fireplace.

She stretched her legs out in front of her and wiggled her toes. “I needed a break from the big city, some rest and some quiet. I didn’t anticipate this though.”

“Every few years a freak storm hits here. I figured you wouldn’t be prepared and the dipshit who owns this place doesn’t have a generator.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “I have a generator and running water back at my place. We can head over there in the morning. I don’t think you could handle a mile long hike in this cold.”

“Probably not.” Her fingers tingled and she squeezed them into a fist and opened them again.

“Let me see your hands. It doesn’t take long for hypothermia to set in.”

Sophia scooted across the floor and crossed her legs to sit before him.

He took her hands gently into his own and peered closely at her fingertips. He closed his hands over hers and blew his hot breath over them. “Your hands shouldn’t be this cold still.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Nah. I can warm you up quickly.” Without warning he pulled his shirt off and dragged her into his lap. “Lie against me.”

She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her and she settled in quickly, lulled by his beating heart. Her breathing evened out and all the tension left her body. There was something to be said for being held and it had been a long time since she’d been wrapped in someone’s arms like that.

He touched her hair softly and started to hum a familiar tune she couldn’t quite place.

Sophia closed her eyes and let her hand roam the plain of his hard chest. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent of both sweat and spice.

His nipple hardened against her cheek and she pulled back to touch it with her tongue, savoring the salty taste of his skin.

His body stiffened. “Whoa. Careful there. Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish, sweetheart.”

Looking up at him, she licked him again. “What if I am prepared to finish?”

He raised one eyebrow and let his hand slide down to her hip. “By all means, carry on then.”

She untied the belt of her robe and let it fall open before shifting her body to straddle his lap. He was already hard and she pressed herself down against him.

His fingers walked up her back to the nape of her neck where he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her head back. He kissed her neck while his other hand cupped her breast, squeezing and kneading.

She shrugged out of the robe and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She needed more. More sensation, more touch, more warmth. Her body tingled in a way that had nothing to do with hypothermia.

He pulled her down to his face and bit her lip before invading her mouth with his tongue. He pinched her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger.

She held his shoulders and moaned into his mouth.

Kissing her chin, he worked his way down to her neck and finally to her breast. Warm lips circled the hard tip. The wet hotness of his tongue tickled the peak before he sucked it into his mouth.

A thread of pleasure coursed through her, creating a tightrope of need between her nipple and her clit. He let go of her hair and gripped her ass with both hands, sliding her over his erection.

“Jesus.” He kissed her again. “Touch me, Sophia.”

She rested her forehead against his and slid her hands down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with his belt and buttons until she was finally able to slip her hand inside.

His cock was hot, hard, huge. She couldn’t wrap her hand all the way around it but she slid her fingers up and down his length.

“Oh, yeah. That’s nice.” He breathed hard and moved his hips slightly in time with her strokes. His hands pulled at the elastic of her panties. “I want you naked.”

She stood up to drop her underwear. Any inhibition she possessed had been abandoned somewhere outside in the cold. All that mattered now was the glorious heat.

He rubbed the outside of her thighs. “Come closer. I want to smell you.”

She smirked and stepped forward, standing over him, her legs parted.

His back rested against the couch and he leaned his head on the cushion. He pulled her closer until her knees were on the couch, on either side of his head, her pussy just inches from his face.

She braced her hands on the back of the couch and looked down at him.

He inhaled deeply. “You smell good. I want to taste you.”

Sophia’s breathing accelerated. “I want that.”

He pulled her against his face and parted her bare lips with his thumbs. His tongue darted inside her and he circled her clit with his fingers, tugging gently.

The intensity of the pleasure shocked her and she pitched forward. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”

He kissed around the edges of her pussy and up to her throbbing clit. He sucked it into his mouth and licked at it with feather like strokes.

She gasped and dug her nails into the soft fabric of the couch.

He slid a finger inside her and curled it up, stroking her G-spot.

“I’m gonna come already. Damn.” She closed her eyes and tried to focus, to prolong the inevitable explosion. A slow burn spread through her with the hottest concentration being where his tongue expertly caressed her clit, working it from side to side and up and down.

Adding a second finger, he stretched her inside and fucked her fast and hard.

Her toes curled and she teetered on the edge of consciousness as her body convulsed and trembled. Her pussy clenched on his fingers and he slowed his thrusts.

He gave her one last lick and pulled his fingers out. “Let’s fuck.”

She gathered her strength and stood for a moment on weakened legs before straddling him.

He stroked his erection. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

She lowered herself over him and guided him to her entrance. She touched this stranger’s face, such beautiful features. Her thumb traced over his cheekbone and she pressed her lips to his and slowly slid down on his cock.

He sucked her lips and grabbed a handful of her hair again. “You’re so tight. Jesus, I’m about to explode.”

She moaned and slid down further, taking more of him in until she couldn’t accommodate any more. She lifted up and dropped again, faster.

Her come provided enough lubrication that she took him deeper. His cock filled her to an almost uncomfortable state.  “God. You’re so big. Feels so fucking good.” Her head lolled to the side.

He gripped her hips and impaled her hard, holding her there.

She screamed and scratched at his chest, leaving red trails of her lust coursing down to his abdomen.

He bit her nipple and squeezed her breast roughly. “Jesus help me, I want to hurt you. I want to hear you scream my name.”

She gasped. “Do it.”

He set her back on the rug and kicked his pants off. Crawling up between her legs, he lifted one over his shoulder and kissed her as he rubbed his cock over her slit. He moved his hips and plunged into her deeper than before.

She stared at his face, panting and moaning.

His jaw was set in concentration and he smoothed her hair away from her face. His calloused hands cradled her cheeks. “You’re so pretty and this pussy…good God.” He pumped in and out of her slow and hard.

He gathered her wrists and twisted them behind her head, pinning them there with one hand. He bit down on her breast and nibbled on her nipple. “Lift your legs. I want to fuck you deeper.”

She did as he asked and rested her heels on his lower back. “Make me scream, Alex.”

“Oh, I will, baby.” He pulled back and rammed into her again, harder. His grip tightened on her wrists.

She arched her back and opened her mouth but no sound came out. The overwhelming sensations of him stretching and pounding her pussy brought tears to her eyes and she stifled a sob.

His dick slid over her G-spot and his pelvis grazed her clit on every upstroke. The familiar tension built inside her and reached a fever pitch.

“I’m coming again.” The tears spilled and she screamed, giving in to the pleasure of the pain. Her pussy squeezed his cock, milking him, while her clit thumped and her legs slid off his back. Her eyes rolled back and she mewled.

 “Oh, fuck yes.” He slowed his thrusts and moaned against her ear. “You’re coming so hard. I love it.”

Her body shook like she’d just run a twelve mile marathon and suffered total muscle failure. Just when she thought it was over, another wave enveloped her.

He kept her hands pinned and raised up on his knees. His other hand held her hip, keeping her immobile. “I need to come, baby.”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

He slid in and out a couple of times slowly. “Your pussy is like a damn fist after you come.” Gradually increasing the pace, he leaned over and kissed her while pumping her pussy fast and hard. His cock hit places inside her she didn’t know existed.

As impossible as it seemed, his dick swelled inside her and she shrieked again. “Fuck. Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Here I come, baby.” He rammed into her deeper and harder, his cock pulsating. With a final push, he released his warmth inside her. “Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” He released her wrists and kissed her tenderly.

“I don’t think I have either. You took me apart.” She rubbed her wrists where she wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises in the morning.

“You’re okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“You didn’t hurt me in any way I didn’t want you to.” She smiled and tucked his chin. “Let’s sleep.”

He lay down beside her and pulled her close, covering them with the quilt she’d used earlier.

Using his arm as a pillow, she fell asleep while he kissed the top of her head.

Look for Melissa’s next short story on December 8, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Catching Star

I couldn’t have missed the show. Star Leight was one of my favorite female vocalists of all time. Her leggy, dead-eyed stance gave me more than a few chills down my spine every time I watched one of her music videos.

Deedee, my best friend, resident blond super tramp and expert ball-crusher bounced in place, her boobs sproinging up and down after she’d stilled.

“So do you think we can get close?” She fluttered her eyes and I knew what was coming. “I just want to get close enough to see Jason.”

Jason was the bass player for Starlight, a funny little play on Star’s name. I shrugged and slid my fingers under my bra strap to make sure my shoulder tattoo showed. It was a pretty bluebird—custom work, done from a flash I’d picked out off the wall. Only mine had a skull head. The breast of the bird was almost the same color as my dark auburn curls, which I had pulled up off my neck in a large clip to show off my body art. Complicated, I wanted the ink to scream. Maybe I was complicated or maybe I was just like everybody else in the stadium.

We’d bought ground-floor tickets solely for the advantage of fighting and clawing our way to the stage because if we were up in the balcony seats, that wasn’t an option. Plus, heights scared the shit out of me.

People queued for what looked like a quarter of a mile, only to have to push and shove their way through the corridors of the building and secure their place for the remainder of the evening. The stadium was buzzing with anticipation and the noise nearly drowned out the opening act. A bear on a unicycle juggling bowling pins might have gotten a better reaction because they were crap. Deedee said about the same in my ear and we giggled together as we slipped through the crowd, and around sweating, heaving men and women, who in all their shortness obviously were about to miss the show because the tour didn’t supply ladders. Not me. I was five-foot-nine-inches and with the suede platform boots I was rocking, about six feet even. Not that I’d be mistaken for a man. Any man who could honestly look at me with my size C-cup tits, workout-toned little ass and curvaceous hips, and still try and tell me I was a man could get a size nine in the crotch.

Our sly approach toward the stage was thwarted as the crowd pressed in, packed tight. Our hot, damp flesh rubbed against each other  about twelve feet away from the stage. So close, yet so far away.

The lights dimmed as the noise orchestra of what the fuck gathered their stage dressing in shame after a lukewarm reception. Drums kicked in—steady, methodical. It was a rally for the audience and Deedee and I joined the chorus of voices screaming Star’s name.

The drums stopped, casting us all into stunned silence. A single spotlight switched on and I realized Star was standing right there, twelve feet away, clasping a wireless microphone to her chest like a wounded bird.

Deedee screamed and bounced, jumping up and down to see better, when a six-foot-or better idiot male positioned himself dead center. Star serenaded us as my wrath grew for the moron who stood in our way. He turned to look at me, and it occurred to me that among the cheering, Deedee had identified him as a ‘douchebag asshole’ and was more than not about to plant a pointy-toed knee-high boot up his gargantuan ass.

“Move, dipshit!” Deedee glared at him and gave him the finger, her cigarette neatly tucked between her first and offensive digit. Our target of fury growled something in return, but blessedly moved and I was entreated to Star’s goddess-like presence, face to face, for the very first time.

She was smaller than I imagined, possibly five-and-a-half feet or so, but with the stage elevated, I was looking up and she was looking into infinity, or so it seemed. She mouthed the words to songs that I’d played over and over in my own private space and I let myself be sucked into her spell.

Do you want to take me home, she trilled, reaching eargasmic heights and limit, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was sunshine on water, a lollipop in the mouth, but in the ears, syrupy-sweet and I followed her every move with my eyes as she prowled the stage. Stage lighting danced off the sequins in her corset. Her hair was short, shining, and covered one eye. It was black then revealed a blue sheen as the spotlights swept over her.

What was it like to be her? To be with her? I closed my eyes and swayed to the music, barely feeling Deedee bump against my shoulder from time to time as she joined the personal dance. Hands pushed into my back and by the time I opened my eyes, I was pinned against the stage barrier. I looked up and there was Star, beckoning me with one pearly, manicured fingernail.

“Come on up, luv,” she said, and reached for me. Strong arms lifted me up into hers and in a flash, I stood next to her on weak knees, heart thundering, feeling hers match most likely from the vigorous dance moves.

“We’re going to sing the next song for…” She leaned into me. “What is your name, luv?”

“Sandra,” I managed to squeak, “Cassandra.”

She gave a wry smile. “Cassandra, then. Right.” Her azure eyes swept the audience. Vinyl banners waved with her likeness and hand-drawn hearts next to her name. Someone called out her name. Another called out mine. Deedee, of course.

“This next song is for Cassandra here.” She nearly whispered into her microphone. “It didn’t have a name before tonight. With Cassandra’s blessing, I’m going to name it after her.”

I drifted on the scent of jasmine and musk, laced with human sweat. Up that close, I could see perspiration dotting her lashes and streaming down her sculpted cheeks. Her body pressed to mine was damp, her grip around my waist firm and undeniable. Her eyeliner was smudged, just so and our breaths mingled as she sang the song that now bore my name.

I blinked, breaking the spell as she released me and I almost fell to my knees; her grasp had been that strong. I wavered, unsure if she was through with me but as she concluded her song, she stalked back over to me and pinched my chin between her fingers to brush her lips against mine. My insides shivered, and my pussy clenched on nothing, desperate for cock, fingers, or tongue. Was she leading me on?

“Wait for me,” she purred in my ear, away from the mic, so the crowd couldn’t hear. A sneaky wink and she whirled around again to dive into the next number. My pulse thudded in my ears and I stood there, feeling naked, hot and wanting.

When the show was over, the lights went out like a giant switch had been thrown, dowsing the audience in darkness. Still, they cheered and chanted her name but I couldn’t pay them much attention because her fingers were in my hair, tugging at the roots, destroying the hour of careful work I’d put in it to be…here.

Her mouth covered mine as she stole my breath. A slight tinkle of silver bracelets as her fingers traced the curve of my neck.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She grinned with perfect, white teeth before biting my bottom lip. “I’d like you to stay—come with me.” She gestured with a nod of her head. “Backstage. My room. Anywhere.”

“W-Why?” I stammered, glancing down at our fingers now laced together. She grazed my nipple through the thin fabric of my tunic, black, somewhat sheer—through the flimsy bra I wore, awakening my senses in ways males never quite had.

She laughed, and even that was musical. “Why? Why you? Must you ask?” She kissed me hard, backing me into the nearest wall. “You mustn’t ask why. Only how. When. Now.”

She took my wrist and laid my hand over her breast, kissing me again and my fingers squeezed the firm flesh. I moaned against her cheek. “God.”

Star pushed away from me without warning, tugging me behind her as if on a leash with a vice-like grip on my arm. I stumbled behind her as we navigated the labyrinth of the backstage. But we weren’t to stop there. We broke through the partying crowd to free air at the exit, a simple pair of beige doors and beyond that, the cool night air. I caught a cursory glance of Deedee chatting up the bassist as he leaned against the tour bus, which was where Star apparently intended for us to end up at.

“Tell me it’s all right.” Star grinned without answer, opened the door to the massive machine and motioned for me to step up and inside.

I turned to her as she came up behind me, her arms hot against my skin. “It’s all right.”

“Quite sure?” Star reached into the half-sized refrigerator and pulled out an opened bottle of sparkling wine. After pouring us both an overflowing, fizzy glass, she rolled the cold bottle over my shirt, chilling my breasts as she engulfed me in a heated kiss.

Her lips and tongue tasted of champagne and honey, though I didn’t know why, only that I liked it. Her flesh against mine felt right—real as we undressed one another there on her bus.

Her mouth was everywhere—on my nipples, my tits, my belly, and when she pushed me into the back room and onto what I could only assume was her bed, my pulsing clit.

I rose up under her, tilting my hips enough for her to scrape her teeth against the tender flesh and she locked her dark blue gaze with mine. The chain around her neck tickled the insides of my thighs and I threw my head back on the duvet, helpless to avoid responding loudly to her advances. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around her, clutching the bedcover. She thrust her fingers into my cunt and moved them in and out, her hot tongue sucking on my clit. She was French-kissing my pussy and when I looked down at her again and she lifted from her slurping to grin at me I laughed good-naturedly at her slick cheeks.

“Do your fans often?” My words rushed out and I reached for her shoulders, her face and hair as if to convince myself this was really real, that my idol was currently knuckle-deep in me, and was slithering up my body with little bites and licks.

She smiled and kissed me, her words sharp against my lips. “Do you want to know?”

I shook my head and she glanced up. “Scoot up.”

I did as requested and she pumped my pussy with her fingers until a deep groan escaped despite my attempts to stay quiet. “Fuck. Oh God.”

“Fuck,” she echoed and kissed along my jaw as my orgasm rose between us, a state of near-unconsciousness as my vision grayed from the rush of spiked endorphins. I was reasoning the moment. I needed to stop. I was fucking a stranger. A girl and…

She pulled her fingers out and licked them clean of my come before guiding my hand between her thighs.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered in her ear and she looked at me.

“Yes you do. Feel.”

She was so wet. Hot. Fuck. I bit my own lip and slid my fingers into her, massaging her clit with my thumb. She dipped her breasts to touch mine and her eyes fluttered shut.

“That’s it, luv. More.”

She thrust her hips as if she was a man, or I was a man, and she was riding a cock, or perhaps she’d never ridden one, I didn’t know. Her insides were slippery, felt like velvet and clasped around my fingers. A pre-orgasm thrill raced through my body and I thrust up into her, pumping her with my fingers much like she’d done with me. Her mouth dropped open and soft moans deepened into low groans as her come trickled over my hand. We crashed together into a hard kiss, teeth nipping tongues as she positioned herself asymmetrical between my thighs, one of her legs on the outside of mine while the other knee pressed against my aching cunt.

She dragged her tongue from my collar bone to my neck and pushed into me with all her weight in a rhythm like she was a man and was fucking me. The pressure against my clit was incredible and I clawed at the backs of her arms, desperate to cling to anything as she shoved me over the edge into another orgasm, our cries mingling in primal harmony as we came together. I no longer questioned what I felt because it was amazing—l light bursting through clouds of sexual repression.

She laid her head on my chest, her ribs heaving, breath sawing in and out of us as we stopped. Slowly, she slid to my side and we held one another.

“Did you enjoy the show?” She smirked and rubbed her nose against mine.

I nodded. “One hell of an after show performance.”

Star giggled and rolled onto her back, her gaze trained on the ceiling. “Thank you for the inspiration.”

“Is that why you chose me?”

She sighed. “You reminded me of me, for some odd reason.”

We rose from the bed to resume work on the wine, settling in the booth together, naked and not caring. I’d caught a star, although she wasn’t quite the twinkling sort I’d wished on as a child. She was more.

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~ Annice Sands ~

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Just Business

Content Advisory: Erotic, Anal Sex, Oral Sex

The text message gave her a room number. The hotel was always the same, a swanky place in downtown. The street lights reflected off the window of the cab and she avoided returning the driver’s gaze as he stared at her in the rearview mirror.

Stale smoke and cheap perfume assaulted her senses and she hoped it wouldn’t cling to her when she got out. Caleb always sent for her when he visited the city, usually once a month. He didn’t pay her anymore, they were beyond that. Now he lavished her with expensive gifts and paid for her flat, fair exchange for letting him fuck her in the ass once a month.

The cab driver stopped in the valet area of the hotel and turned around. He smiled, revealing crooked, yellow teeth set in fat lips. He was disgusting. “Twenty bucks.”

Alexis handed him a fifty, careful not to actually touch him. “Keep the change.” She let herself out before he could come around and open her door. With her overnight bag slung over her shoulder, she made her way through the lobby, her stiletto heels clicking on marble like a marching band announcing her arrival. The elevator was empty and she checked her lipstick in the mirrored door and smoothed her auburn hair.

She used to be a whore, albeit the high class type. Now, she only serviced him. She could fuck whomever she pleased but not for money. That was Caleb’s only demand in their arrangement. She figured he had a girl in every port, so to speak. It didn’t bother her. She wasn’t emotionally attached to him. He was business.

Rapping her knuckles on the door, she looked up the hallway and back the other way, not a soul in sight.  Caleb opened the door and stood aside. “Come in.”

He was nice looking, in his late forties, killer body and a huge dick. It was hardly a chore to fuck him and he treated her like royalty. If that made her a slut, so be it.

Alexis touched his cheek as she strode past him. “How have you been, love?”

He closed the door and slid the security bolt. “I’ve been good. Busy as usual. How about you?”

The table by the window held a bucket of ice with a bottle of Dom Perignon perched precariously inside. Two glasses, each containing a half of a strawberry, sat beside it.

“I’ve been good.” She removed her coat and draped it over the back of one of the chairs. Caleb had bought her the black dress she wore tonight. There wasn’t much to it, black silk with spaghetti straps. She didn’t wear a bra or panties because she knew he liked that.

He moved in behind her and touched her shoulders, kissing the side of her neck. “Champagne?”

Alexis nodded. “Yes, please.”

 He popped the top on the Dom and filled both glasses, handing her one. The two top buttons on this shirt were undone. He was always dressed nice but not business suit nice. She didn’t ask what line of work he was in. She didn’t care.

No other champagne compared to Dom Perignon. She savored the bubbles dancing over her tongue, tickling her throat. “Thank you.”

“Are you hungry? I can order up something for you.”

“No. I ate earlier. I just want you.” She licked her lips and stuck her finger down into her glass to pluck the strawberry out. Holding it up to her mouth, she ran her tongue along the edge and sucked the end of it, letting it slide in and out between her lips.

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “That’s my girl. Never wasting time.” He took her glass and set it on the table with his own. “I want those lips on my cock.”

She dropped the strawberry back into her glass and reached for the buttons on his shirt, quickly disrobing him.

He slipped his jeans off and kicked them aside. A light sprinkling of fine hair covered his chest and made a trail down to his dick.

With her heels on, she was tall enough to kiss him on the lips without craning her neck. Her hand slid down his chest to grip his cock. She circled her thumb over the head, spreading the fluid already there. He was hot and heavy in her hand and she stroked him slowly, squeezing tightly at the base and working her way back up.

He groaned and grabbed her tit, rubbing his palm over her nipple. The sensation slid down her body and settled in her cunt. She loved the familiarity with him. He wanted to please her as much as she wanted to please him. He pinched the hard peak through the slippery fabric, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

Backing up toward the bed, he worked a hand into the back of her hair, wrapping his fist around a handful. “Suck my cock.”

Alexis slipped her shoes off, pushed him back on the bed and crawled to his hip. He liked her to suck him from that angle so he could play with her pussy while she blew him. Leaning over him, she gripped his dick with her hand and sucked the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around, paying careful attention to the sensitive spot on the underside.

“Oh, Jesus.” He moaned and put his hand on the back of her head. “That feels so good.”

The salty taste of his slippery fluid coated her tongue and her pussy salivated. She bobbed her head, taking his full length into her throat and pulling out again, squeezing her lips to create friction.

He lifted her dress over her hips and rubbed her ass. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He slipped a finger between her legs and invaded her folds. “You’re so wet for me, Lexi. Spread a little more, I want to finger you.”

She kept sucking him and scooted her knees apart. She gasped on his cock when he drove two fingers into her hard.

He slid them in and out a few times before spreading her wetness up to her clit. The gentle pressure and light sweeps sent her into a tailspin, her cunt throbbed. He knew how to make her come. She moaned and cupped his balls, pulling gently on them.

He pushed his fingers back inside her, keeping his thumb on her clit. That tight sensation crept through her body and thumped against his hand. Her pussy gripped his fingers as the spasm tore through her.

“Ooh, yeah. Come, baby.” He rammed his fingers in deeper, rubbing her G-spot, intensifying her orgasm.

She lifted her head from his cock to moan and stroked him in rhythm with the waves of pleasure he was giving her. “Damn,” she hissed through gritted teeth. The tremors subsided and she licked up the side of his dick, biting the tip.

“Take off the dress,” he said, stroking her hair.

She rose to her knees and pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her breathing was still fast and shallow.

He smiled. “On your back. I want to fuck you.”

She leaned against a pillow and opened her legs.

He climbed up her body, biting her flesh lightly until his cock was positioned against her. He reached down to rub it over her slit before burying it deep inside her with one thrust.

She cried out and dug her nails into his back. “Oh, God. Mmm.” She never had to fake it with Caleb. He was big and he knew how to use what God gave him. She moved her hips with him, meeting his thrusts, taking him as deep as she could.

“You’re so god damned tight. I’m going to come soon.” He increased the pace, slamming into her over and over with bruising force.

She whimpered and held onto him, locking her ankles around his back, absorbing his thrusts.

He sucked at her lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth. His hand cradled her face softly and he slowed his hips to pump slow and deep now. “I need to fuck your ass. I want to come in that sweet hole.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He rolled off her and onto his back. “Bring that tight ass to me.”

She got up and grabbed the lube from her bag. She was plenty wet but with his size, she still needed a little more. She climbed over him and squeezed some of the slippery liquid onto her fingers. Massaging it over her ass, she slid a finger past the tight ring and worked it in and out to loosen her up.

Caleb caressed her thighs and worked his hands up her body to knead her breasts. “You’re perfect.”

Satisfied that she was ready, she angled herself over him and guided his cock to her ass. She let the weight of her body press against him. They’d done this many times and it still hurt a little at first. She leaned forward to put her hands on his chest. She lifted up and slid back down a few times before letting her body drop and taking him all the way inside. She panted and stared at his face.

His dark eyes bore into her. “You okay?” He always asked that.

She nodded, unable to find her voice.

With her affirmation, he gripped her hips and fucked her hard. His jaw tensed. “You squeeze me so tight. I have to come now.”

“Okay, okay.” She tangled her fingers in his chest hair and pulled.

He held her waist and pushed up into her deep, closing his eyes. His mouth fell open as he spilled his seed in her ass.  He breathed hard. “Fucking incredible.”

She smiled and lay on his chest.

He kissed the top of her head. “I have something for you.”

“Yeah?” She didn’t move. Her body throbbed like it always did after he fucked her. “What is it?”

He gently rolled her off of him and reached over to the drawer in the nightstand. “Close your eyes.”

She lay on her side and did as he asked.

“Here.”

She looked.

He dangled a car key in the air. “I bought you a new ride.”

She fingered the Mercedes symbol on the key fob. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Anything for you, baby.” He kissed her cheek.

Look for Melissa’s next short story on November 23, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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