Content Advisory: Erotic
The clock on the wall
chimed as it struck midnight. “Happy New Year, cupcake.” Gage kissed her on the
cheek and refilled her glass. “I have something for you.”
“Really?” Jan sipped the
champagne. “What is it?”
“Hold on.” He stood up.
“I’ll be right back.”
Jan smirked at him and tucked
her feet under her legs, settling against the cushion on the couch.
He went to his room and
carefully removed the guitar from the beat up case. The guitar had been a gift
from his mom for his seventeenth birthday. The wood was still light and shiny
but definitely showed wear. Little scratches marred the surface and a stray
string stuck out from the machine heads.
It was easy to play in
front of a crowd but to play for one person, with no other distractions, wrecked
his nerves. He’d been working on this for a week and didn’t want to fuck it up.
She sat where he’d left
her with a sweet smile on her face and slight blush in her cheeks. The Ramones t-shirt was a little tight
across her chest and distracted him for a moment. She had a quirky style and he
liked it and it didn't hurt that she had great boobs.
Gage took a drink from
his glass and put it back on the coffee table. He cleared his throat. “I…uh…wrote
you a song.”
Her smile broadened
revealing a slight overbite that almost touched her bottom lip. “You wrote a song? For me?”
He nodded. “Yeah. It’s
not finished but I wanted to share it with you. See what you think.”
“Wow. God, Gage, I don’t
know what to say.” Jan clasped her hands together and squealed.
“Let me sing it for you
then you can find something to say. And if it sucks, let me down easy.” He
laughed and balanced the guitar on his knee.
“I’m sure it’s lovely.”
“Not
as lovely as you." He winked at her. "Here goes.”
She bit down on her
bottom lip and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.
Gage wrapped his fingers
around the neck of the guitar. The song was different than what he usually wrote. Ballads weren't really his thing but when the muse appeared, he took advantage of it. He strummed the strings with the opening melody.
“If you’re wounded, it’s okay to bleed. I’ll take your hand and try to lead. I’d
been lost for so long, traveling alone. Then I saw your broken smile and it
felt like home.” He smiled and continued strumming the guitar and thumping his
hand against the soundboard in absence of any real percussion.
Tears spilled down her
cheeks. Dark lashes fanned her cheeks as she lowered her gaze.
He closed his eyes and
took deep breath. “Don’t lie. Don’t cry. Don’t hide on the inside. Give me your
pain, ‘til nothing remains. There’s no place like you, no place like you.”
Gage tapped his foot to
keep time. He smiled at her. “It’s okay to hurt, it’s okay to bleed. I’m not
here to judge, just say what you need. I see the cracks in your soul, I’ll make
you whole…again.” He put the power behind his voice for the chorus. “Don’t lie.
Don’t cry. Don’t hide on the inside. Give me your pain, ‘til nothing remains.
There’s no place like you, no place like you. Take…me…home.”
He leaned the guitar
against the couch and Jan got up on her knees and broke into applause. Smudges
of mascara gave her a doe-like appearance and the light from the candle on the
mantle lent an ethereal glow to the hue of her eyes.
“I’m…oh, my God. That
was beautiful. The best thing anyone has ever given me.” Without warning, she launched
onto his lap and covered his mouth with hers. The little denim skirt she wore
slid up her thighs giving him a brief peek at her panties.
The sweet taste of her
tongue tangled with her sent blood rushing straight to his cock. He gripped her
hips and pressed her down against him.
He kissed her hard and
pulled away. “Now, that is a thank you.”
She looked down at him.
“I can’t even tell you how that made me feel.” She bit her lip and rubbed
against his crotch. “I feel that though.”
“Yeah. I can’t hide it.”
He pinched her nipple through her shirt. “I’ll sing to you more often if this
is what it gets me.”
Jan cupped his face, her
fingertips touching his neck. She whispered, “I want to taste you.” Her eyelids
dropped suggestively and her tongue slid lasciviously over her lips.
Gage grinned. “Be my
guest.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
She climbed off his lap
and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her dark blue eyes never broke contact
with his as she unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside.
When her hand wrapped
around his cock, he inhaled sharply. Lifting up, he pushed his pants
over his hips to give her better access.
She followed his lead
and pulled them down around his ankles and off completely. Nudging his legs
apart, she scooted between his thighs.
“Take your shirt off, too.” She ran her fingernails lightly up the tops of his
thighs.
He quickly stripped his
shirt off. Already his balls tightened in anticipation of her sweet lips
circling his dick. He resisted the urge to pull her face into his lap and instead
let her do her own thing.
She touched him with
curiosity, sliding her fingers up to the head of his cock and rubbing the slit,
spreading the bead of moisture.
There was something arousing
about the way she looked at him, studied him. Her other hand crawled up his
chest and teased his nipple. He laughed. “You act like you’ve never seen a
naked man before.”
She looked to the side
like she was thinking about something. “I’ve never really had the opportunity
to take my time. Everything was always rushed.” She squeezed his cock and her eyes went wide. “And
I’ve never seen one like this.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I
hope that’s a compliment.”
She nodded and smiled.
“Oh, yes. It’s very nice and really large.”
He tilted his head back and
tried not to laugh too loud. She was so serious, like she was commenting on the
clarity of a diamond. “Well, thank you.”
“Now lean back and be
quiet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The draft from the
ceiling fan blew her hair into her face just as she licked the underside of his
shaft. He tucked her tresses behind her ear. He wanted to watch her, to see her
face.
He groaned
when she closed her lips over the head and circled her tongue around it. His
thighs tensed and he ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair.
The hot
wetness of her mouth was almost as good as being buried in her pussy. She
squeezed his hip and took him deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of
her throat.
She tightened her lips around his shaft and
gripped the base, moving her head faster. Her tongue rubbed over that spot on
the underside of the head.
The friction
brought him closer, his dick swelled and his balls ached. “I’m gonna come, Jan.
Keep doing that.”
Her hand and
mouth worked in tandem, stroking and sucking his cock. She hummed softly and
breathed fast through her nose.
He grabbed
her hair with one hand and the nape of her neck with the other and lifted his
hips, instinctively trying to push in further.
His head
dropped back against the couch but he kept his eyes on her face, her mouth, her
lips stretched around the girth of him.
She looked
up with those eyes and moaned and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck, yes.”
He gripped her head with both hands. His cock pulsed, spurting his hot seed
against the back of her throat.
Her nails
dug into his thigh and her other hand moved faster, milking his dick. She
swallowed and kept him in her mouth as he twitched.
He loosened
his hold on her hair and exhaled.
Jan pulled
back and licked her lips. “I love how you taste.”
Gage stood
up and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her, tasting the salty remnants of
himself on her tongue. He slipped her shirt up over her head and unhooked her
bra. “I want you. I want to be inside you.”
She pushed
her skirt and panties down her legs. “I’m so wet for you.” She took his hand
and pushed his fingers between her folds. She stared up at him, her mouth
slightly open.
“Mmm. Yes,
you are.” His fingers slid easily around her clit. His heartbeat accelerated
and his dick grew harder. Even though he just came, he was ready to go again.
The glass of
champagne sloshed and spilled when her leg bumped the coffee table. “God. Make
me come, Gage. Please.”
The whine in
her voice heated his body and he turned her around. Sitting on the couch, he
pulled her onto his lap.
She leaned
her head back against his shoulder and looked at him. He bit at her lips while his hands
explored her pussy. He licked at the tip of her tongue and sucked it lightly as
he played with her clit, teasing it into a hard, hot peak. She lifted her legs,
opening them wider, moaning against his mouth.
He pushed
his middle finger inside her. The glorious, tight passage had him on edge and
he wanted to fuck her, feel her squeezing and coming on his dick.
She writhed
against him, panting and when her body began to tremble he lifted her and
angled his cock at her opening. She screamed as he lowered her onto him, her
pussy sheathed him like a glove and pulsated in a familiar rhythm.
He continued
to work her clit, squeezing and pressing on it. He cupped her breast and
circled her nipple with his thumb.
She
whimpered and fell limp on him. “Mmm.”
He grinned.
“You liked that, huh?”
She nodded.
“I’m not
done with you yet, sweetheart.” He lifted her off his lap and positioned her on
her hands and knees on the couch. Reaching between her thighs, he stroked her
pussy. Moving closer, he gripped her ass cheeks and drove into her.
Her fingers
scratched at the fabric and she moaned loud.
He pulled
out and plunged into her again and again.
She breathed
heavily through her mouth and kept her eyes closed.
The soft
skin of her back and curve of her hip beckoned him. He caressed her body while
steadily thrusting in and out of her. The candle flickered on the mantle and
cast a shadow over them. He leaned forward and covered her back with his body
and wrapped an arm around her torso. His lips traced lines between her shoulder
blades.
He loved the
sounds she made, soft mewls and breathy moans that turned into screams and
cries when she came. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. The scent of
her body reminded him of apples and sunshine, sweet and bright.
“Gage,” she
whined. “Deeper. I want more.”
He slowed
his thrusts and fucked her deep and hard, his stomach flush against her ass
with every upstroke. “Whatever you want, baby. You feel so good wrapped around
my cock.”
Her moans
grew louder and she bit her lip.
The urge to
release crept up on him and he had to move a little faster, a little harder. He
lifted up and held her waist. “Damn.”
A light
sheen of sweat coated her back and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her head thumped
the cushion on the couch from the force of his thrusts. “Come in me. I want to
feel it.”
“I am.” He
gritted his teeth and rammed into her one last time, coming all the way inside
her. “Jesus.” Falling over her, he kissed the nape of her neck and rested his
face against her back.
She smiled
and reached back to touch his face. “I love you, Gage.”
He froze. “You what?”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on January
12, 2013!
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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
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