There's No Place Like You

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 ~

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Tell Me What You Like

Content Advisory: Erotic

The rain beat against the bedroom window. Storms always kept Jan awake, not out of fear, but fascination. She left her curtains open on nights like that. Thunder shook the house and she pulled the blanket up around her neck and watched the lightning flash through the black sky.

Gage disappeared early in the day like he often did. He was private about his life. She knew he sung in a band and assumed he was at a practice or something. She didn’t ask him where he was going. It was none of her business. She didn’t want to admit that she missed him but something had changed since the other day. They had crossed the line from being roommates to sharing a bed.

The scars on her stomach and side were still tender but didn’t hurt anymore. She checked every day to see if they had faded. She’d have to accept that they would always be there, always be a part of who she was. Gage said they didn’t matter. He made her feel beautiful. He was like a cooling salve to a burning wound.

The door downstairs slammed shut and heavy footfall sounded on the wood floor and moved up the stairs and right past her bedroom. The shower turned on down the hall and Gage sang an Air Supply song at the top of his lungs.

Jan smiled to herself. For every annoying thing he did, he made up for it with something equally endearing. Thinking back, she had no idea what she ever saw in Brett and was glad to have finally let go of the hurt. When one can forget what it was they loved about someone, they probably never really loved them at all.

“You still awake, cupcake?”  Gage plopped down on the edge of her bed, almost bouncing Jan off the mattress.

She laughed. “If I had been asleep, I wouldn’t be now, you big lug.”

The box springs groaned in protest as Gage crawled up toward her. “You seem to like big…lugs.” He kissed her forehead and smiled, perfect white teeth framed by luscious lips. He was beautiful, lightly tanned skin with dark hair and dreamy hazel eyes. 

Jan rolled her eyes and pinched his cheek. She was acutely aware that he wore nothing but boxers. “I do.” She trailed her finger over his lips, so soft and warm. Heat spread to her neck and face as she recalled his mouth on her, his tongue searching her folds and unlocking a treasure trove of pleasure she’d never known.

“Want me to sing you a song?” Gage whispered into her ear and trailed kisses down to her neck.

“Mmm. I’d like that.” Her skin prickled beneath his hot breath. She lifted the blanket. “Lie with me.” The scent of his soap enveloped her and she inhaled deeply.

He scooted in close to her and pulled her back against his chest. He tucked her hair behind her ear and began singing. “Take me down this road, just to see a smile on your face,” he crooned. “Take me down this road, all that is and all that can’t be replaced. Take me down this road once more.”

He hummed the melody to The Last Goodbye as is hands roamed her body. Lifting her shirt, he caressed her breasts, kneading her flesh softly.

Unexpected emotion overcame her. The tender touch of his hand and the deep but soft tone of his voice brought tears to her eyes. Gage paid attention to her. He remembered things like her favorite color and the music she listened to. Moments like this, she was grateful for pain. Otherwise, the beauty would be unrecognizable.

He continued to sing quietly. “Take this love, take this life, take this blood, it’ll never die. This ain’t the last goodbye.” He kissed the back of her neck and his hand slipped over the contours of her curves, coming to rest on her hip.  

Jan closed her eyes, letting herself melt into him. Reaching back she touched his face. “You don’t know what you do to me, Gage.”

He tugged at the string of her panties, pulling them down over her ass. “I think I do.” His hardness pressed against her.

She lifted up to rid herself of her underwear while he removed his boxers. The heat of his dick against her bare skin intensified her want.

Gage scooted down and rubbed her leg before positioning it over his hip. His hand teased her belly, dipping lower to stroke her pussy while his hard cock slid slowly between her ass cheeks.

A shiver slithered down her spine as he nudged her hole but didn’t invade. The soft touch of his hand separating her folds caused her breath to catch. Her clit throbbed in anticipation. She knew what pleasures lie in wait.

His finger rubbed lightly over her clit and she moved her pelvis forward, wanting the contact a little bit harder, a little bit faster. Pressure built in her pussy, already tightening.

“I feel you trembling. You like that?” He angled her forward and rubbed the tip of his cock at her entrance. “I want you to come on my dick.”

“God, yes.” She clutched at the blanket. “I’m almost there.” Her pussy ached and she arched her body, trying to get him inside her.

“I know you are.” He pushed into her. 

The head of his cock stretched her slit and the contractions inside her intensified with the friction as he slid deeper. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs but he held her thigh tight to his hip and moved slowly in and out of her.

Electricity shot through her body, numbing her fingers and toes. All she could concentrate on was the insistent throb of her clit and the continuous waves of one orgasm after another washing over her. She heard herself moaning, wanton, loud and primal.

He stilled and pressed his thumb to her clit. “Jesus, girl. You’re so tight I can’t move.”

Jan panted. “I can’t move either.”

Gage smoothed her hair away from her neck and kissed her shoulder. “It’s okay. We have all night to do this.” He pulled almost all the way out of her and slowly worked his cock back inside.

    Every hard inch of him stretched and filled her. She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder.

He locked his gaze on her face as he moved inside her, his fingers gripping her hip. He kissed her cheek and rolled over, carrying her with him.

She now lay on top of him with her back to his chest. The pressure changed and she moaned. Reaching back, she tried to touch his face.

He took her hands and held them together behind her head. He kissed her fingers and used his other hand to position her legs to drape over the sides of hips. “Tell me what you like, Jan. Hard? Soft? Slow? Fast?”

She’d never felt so exposed or so excited. Her body trembled. “I…I don’t know.”

He laughed softly in her ear. “I’ll find out for myself.” He dug his heels into the mattress and drove into her hard.

The instant friction and depth of his thrust mingled pleasure with pain and she cried out, throwing her head back against his shoulder. “Oh my, God.” 

He grunted, pistoning his hips, fucking her harder, faster. His grip on her wrists tightened and caught some of her hair adding another element of pain.

She moaned, opening her legs wider, allowing his cock to plunge deeper. “Gage. Wait.” She panted.

He stopped and released her hands. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“I can’t...” Her body tingled from overstimulation, having him in her and holding her, restraining her. “I need…” 

“Do you want me to stop?” He rubbed her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t. I’m sorry.” Suddenly embarrassed, she covered her face.

He pulled out and rolled her over to face him. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her lips. “Why don’t you try being on top like this? Find out what feels good for you. I’ll follow your lead.”

She nodded. “Okay.” Nothing felt worse than inadequacy. Brett hadn’t been a very attentive lover and he did it the same way all the time. There was no passion, just biological function. Gage was so different and it overwhelmed her senses both physically and emotionally.

He sat up and stretched his legs out. He positioned her over his cock and rubbed the head against her slit.

She leaned forward and kissed him. His breath smelled of cinnamon and she inhaled deeply before sliding down on his dick. She gasped, moving slowly at first but needing more.

Lightning lit up the room as she rode him, squeezing her thighs against his legs. “You’re so big. Mmm.” No one had ever fucked her like he did and not just because he was huge but the care he took to make sure she was okay, that she was enjoying what he did.

Gage’s hands held her hips and he bit at her bottom lip before sucking it softly. “You feel incredible.”

She held on to his shoulders and steadied the pace, taking him deeper. “I like it slow and hard.” She rested her forehead against his and moaned.  

“Mhm. I can handle that.” He moved with her, matching her movements and watching her face.

She ground her pelvis against him, moving back and forth. “Ah, ah, that’s it, right there…”

“God damn. You’re gonna make me come. Your pussy is sucking my cock.”  His breathing increased and he cupped her breast, biting down on her nipple.

Jan moaned and moved a little faster. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot inside her. Her pussy tightened and heat spread through her body. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“Come with me, baby.” He rammed up into her, his cock pulsing. A deep growl sounded from his throat.

She screamed and her pussy clenched, milking him. “Gage. Feels so good.” She leaned forward and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Mhm. Really good.”

Thunder cracked and Jan jumped.  

He smoothed her hair and held her tight. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He scooted down into a prone position and pulled the blanket over her back.

She rested her cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “Don’t ever leave,” she whispered.

Look for more of Jan and Gage on December 31, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Song Credit: The Last Goodbye by Black Label Society

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Hex and the Single Witch 

Vehicle City Vampires Book One

By Roxanne Rhoads

Anwyn Rose is descended from a long line of powerful witches yet she can barely cast spells young witchlings have mastered. She has one functioning witch gift, the power of knowing, which she puts to good use as a Detective on Flint’s Preternatural Investigation Team (aka the P.I.T. Crew)

It’s a new era in Vehicle City, supernaturals are running the town. 

The P.I.T has their hands full with paranormal crimes. Top priority is a serial killer, who appears to be a vampire, draining young women in the city.

Anwyn is on the case with her sexy partner Detective Mike Malone. 

Complicating things is her relationship Galen, a vampire who looks more guilty than innocent, although Anwyn trusts her instincts even if her power is on the fritz.

Mysterious spells, compromising situations, and a possible demon on the loose make it hard to focus on the case, but Anwyn has to make things right before the human police execute the wrong vampire.

Hex and the Single Witch contains magick, a little bit of mystery, a lot of supernatural mayhem, and a sexy love triangle that will leave you wanting more.

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It's in the Blood

The impatient banter of a synthesizer spurted out of the speakers at high volume as faceless people contorted and shimmied to the beat. Strobes flashed and colored lights swept the floor, illuminating a random profile every few seconds. Dave Gahan’s graveled-honey voice promised love at a breakneck rate as Cybil and her husband, Danny entered the busy nightclub. Cybil wore her new corset, Caribbean blue with black velvet scrolling up her narrow sides, while Danny wore his usual black; this time, shiny leather pants and a form-fitting mesh shirt. He’d left his shoulder-length inky-dark hair down that night so his girl could run her fingers through it.

Cybil moved through the crowd, bopping her head to the rhythm. She settled in one of the faux-leather barstools while her husband stood at her side.

“What’ll you have tonight?” Danny tugged on the chain connected to his wallet in his back pocket.

“I’m thinking a Rocket Fuel,” Cybil murmured as she pondered the bottles behind the bartender.  She crossed her legs and felt Danny’s hand slide over her thigh in wordless possession.

Danny laughed and shook his head. “I know what that means.”

Apparently it was Depeche Mode night. “Dirt” clattered over her ears, mixed up and scattered but still recognizable. The song blended into a Prodigy number, one she didn’t recognize. She smiled.

Danny ordered her Rocket Fuel and an Amstel for himself. Once drinks were in hand, they turned to scan their options.

It was how they kept their relationship fresh; Cybil wasn’t one to wander but ever since they started taking another woman to bed every so often, their sex life was off the scale. Cybil was able to enjoy the pleasure of both male and female in her arms. As long as Danny was there with her to experience it, the situation worked perfectly.

“Maybe I’m looking.”

Danny smirked. “You’re always looking.”

This night, Cybil wanted a Goth chick. Although she was a platinum blonde, no question remained of her alternative tastes. From six-inch platform boots to the skin-hugging leather covering her legs to the greyscale dragon tattoo writhing across her back to lick a forked tongue at her right shoulder, she was a goddess in her own right.

Across the club, she spotted her intended victim. A familiar ache tingled and she left her drink with her husband so she could investigate.

There was always a lingering concern that once approached, her target wouldn’t be quite as appealing. Cybil made a loose circle around the female, a lioness prowling after the unsuspecting gazelle. Her nerves sizzled with want as the Rocket Fuel worked into her system. The additives in the drink heightened her senses or perhaps it was just—wait.

The girl had purple hair but Cybil wanted to make sure it wasn’t just the play of filtered lights. When her prey turned, Cybil was greeted with grass green eyes. The woman was about twenty-five, give or take a few years, and wrapped in latex. A grinning skull dangled from a velvet choker at her throat. Well, that would have to go later. Cybil closed in.

“Hey,” she said and stood close to the violet-haired vixen. Her scent hinted at patchouli but not strong enough to repel.

The girl shifted her attention to Cybil and gave a shy smile. Her hair fell over one eye, Jessica Rabbit-style. Cybil licked her glossed lips and leaned in closer.

“I love your hair.” She dug her fingers into the female’s mane and gave an experimental tug. “I’m Cybil.”

“Elise.” Her interest gave a soft moan, but Cybil heard it. Her choice was ripe.

“Elise, like The Cure song.” She massaged Elise’s scalp with her long nails and released her.

“Precious” bled into a Chemical Brothers beat and without any words, Cybil and Elise swayed together, giggling as they experimented with tongues and fingertips. Cybil gripped Elise by her latex-clad shoulder and dipped her head for a first kiss. There was no question what she wanted. A sharing of bodies but there was one more minor detail.

 “Are you here alone?” Elise‘s green gaze met Cybil’s pale blue.

Cybil gave her a coy smile. “Just with my husband.” She turned to point out her raven-haired mate still standing by the bar.

Danny shot her a knowing look and nodded once. Cybil’s view of him vanished as dancers moved between them.

Elise’s dark-lined eyes widened. “That’s your husband? Does he know…are you two like, swingers or something?”

Cybil laced her fingers with Elise’s and they moved together again to the music. “He’ll watch if that’s what you prefer,” Cybil purred into her companion’s ear.

“Mm,” Elise moaned and her gaze cut in Danny’s direction again.

“His name is Danny.” Cybil kissed Elise’s lips. “He can be hard or gentle.”

Elise blushed and her pulse raced. Obviously she hadn’t expected to pick up on a couple. Cybil nuzzled her musky neck then pulled away to take Elise by the hand. The little lamb fell in behind the she-wolf.

~*~

Danny caught a glimpse of his wife striding back towards the bar with a stunning dark beauty behind her. He smiled and rubbed his chin. Cybil had great taste in women and so what if she was bi? She loved him and he her, so it made sense to let her sample outside their ring of matrimony. Besides, a victim was a paler shade of lover. He set his jaw before taking Elise’s hand in his, warm with a surprisingly sure grip. Idly he pondered whether she was wild between the sheets before snapping his attention back to his mate.

“Elise, this is Danny. Danny, you can call her gorgeous.” Cybil grinned and reached for the remainder of her drink. She nodded at the bartender to bring the next round, adding another glass for her new girlfriend. Danny exchanged small talk with Elise, accepting his fresh beer when Cybil passed it to him.

Elise was originally from Houston and had gone through a nasty breakup, which had chased her to Austin. The thriving nightlife coupled with a healthy job market had prompted her to make Austin a permanent residence, but she was still single, afraid to make a new heart’s connection. Her lack of demands fit his and Cybil’s to a tee. His gaze fell to Else’s choker before flicking up to meet her eyes again.

By the last hour, the crowd had gown frantic and the crushing heat of sweating bodies coupled with the sting of alcohol in the air encouraged the three to leave. Elise had taken her little red moped and her single headlight flashed in the rearview mirror as Danny led her back to their home a few miles away.

The house wasn’t what anyone could honestly consider strange, but once they went inside, Danny knew Elise would begin to catch on to what she’d gotten herself into. Blackout curtains hung ceiling to floor in the den with heavy shutters on the kitchen and dining room windows. Their furniture was appealing to the senses; buttery Italian leather and brushed velvet, all in deep shades of red and stark black.

Danny uncorked a good vintage Merlot while Cybil and Elise explored the house and one another.

His wife and her new friend ended up in front of the mantle, breast-to-breast, lips locked, and hands gripping each other’s asses. Carrying a semi all night long accumulated in a full-out erection as he set the filled wine glasses on the table.

“I think you two should get a little more comfortable.” He went to his sleek silver desktop computer and with a few clicks of his mouse, music filled the room. Familiar tunes, strange and haunting sounds, a few club beats shuffled in random order to offer soundtrack to Cybil’s advances.

Cybil had unzipped Elise and cupped her hands under the girl’s breasts, circling her thumbs around stiff, peaked pink nipples. Danny bit his lip and tasted blood. His fangs had descended, which meant his wife’s probably had too. As if in answer, Cybil slid up the girl’s body and stiffened visibly as she sank her teeth into Elise’s neck.

Elise let out a deep moan and fumbled with the eyehooks on Cybil’s corset, releasing her ivory skin from confinement. Cybil licked a trail up her neck and encouraged her to touch and explore. Danny undressed and sat on the sofa. He absently rubbed his shaft, legs spread, as the females pulled at each other’s clothing.

“Fuck,” Elise cried as Cybil dotted her flesh with kisses, punctuating every few inches with the points of her extended fangs. “What are you?”

Cybil pushed Elise to her knees on the plush black rug in front of the dying fire, trailing fingers down the woman’s belly to dip the tips into her. “Mm, baby…you should come see this pretty pussy.” Her dark gaze caught Elise’s. “Can Danny come see your pretty kitty?” Cybil rubbed Elise’s soaking clit in a lazy circle.

“Yes,” Elise sighed, tipping her head back. Danny could see his wife’s mark on Elise’s neck as he joined them on the floor with a glass of red wine.

“That is a pretty pussy,” he rasped and as Cybil lapped at Elise’s cunt, poured a trickle of wine down her stomach to flow into his wife’s mouth. “How does it taste?”

Cybil slurped at the treat and answered him by coming up for a kiss, her first move on him since they’d arrived at the club. Their fangs slashed one another’s tongues and blood blossomed between them.

“See for yourself.” Cybil groaned as Danny tugged at her hard nipples. His cock felt like a branch as it hung with equally heavy balls. He bent to taste Elise for the first time as his wife moved behind him.  Her skilled little tongue tickled the back of his sac and he exhaled sharply against the girl’s skin.

Elise wriggled as he brushed her cunt lips with his tongue, burying his nose in warm, wet pussy. She gasped as he slid two fingers inside her to stroke.

“So hot. So slick.” He spread her labia open to expose her clit and suck at it gently. Elise moaned through her nose, stoking a fire of desire in Danny. He growled softly and ground his fangs against the sensitive nub.

“Oh fuck!” Elise called out and grabbed a fistful of Danny’s silky hair, pulling him harder into her pussy as he fucked her with his fingers and rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth with her clit in between.

Cybil was at Elise’s side, her mouth locked onto one nipple, then the other. Her hand was rubbing furiously at her own clit as she panted through her nose and through an apparent orgasm.

Danny could stand no more and crept up Elise’s prone form to rub the head of his hard cock against her wet groove. Elise gave a low groan as Danny slid into her tight tunnel and Cybil straddled her face to shove an immaculately-trimmed cunt in her mouth.

“Lick it,” Cybil demanded, digging her fingers in Elise’s violet hair.

She tightened her grip, lifting Elise’s head off the floor. The girl complied eagerly, cupping Cybil’s ass in her palms as she held the blonde up and partook of her. Cybil rocked back and forth even as Danny continued to drill Elise’s bare pussy. Seeing his wife being eaten out by a stranger drove him to fuck Elise with even more force.

“Fuck…” Elise groaned and licked furiously at Cybil’s pussy as they both moaned and whimpered.

Danny growled and squeezed Elise’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he came, dipping deep inside her with sharp thrusts. At the same time, Cybil came in Elise’s mouth, soaking her chin to dribble down to her neck.

Cybil fell back against Danny as they rode their climaxes and he cupped her big breasts to grip and tug at her nipples. She panted as Elise lapped her clean.

“Damn,” Danny growled as he slowly pulled out of Elise.

Cybil lifted off her face and Elise sat up between them. She reached for her glass and took a big swallow.

“So you’re vampires.” She shifted her gaze from Danny to Cybil. “Is this the part where you kill me?”

Danny laughed. His fangs had already receded. “No, although we love blood, it’s the energy we’re after.”

Cybil smiled. “Sex is the purest form of energy.”

Danny grinned. “Blood’s not bad either.”

Look for Annice’s next short story in December 2012!

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~ Annice Sands ~

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Beautiful Scars

Content Advisory: Erotic

Sitting on her bed, he spied Jan’s gun sitting on her night stand. The girl was tough on the outside but broken up on the inside. For awhile, Gage had worried about her access to a firearm but she seemed to be finding her footing again.

The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam. Water dripped from her blonde hair and the fluffy, pink robe nearly swallowed her. She stopped at the foot of the bed and her chin trembled. Her small hands covered her face and her voice came out muffled between her fingers. “I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry.”  

The bed creaked as Gage got up and walked around to her. God knew he’d been a son of a bitch to a lot of women but his heart hurt for this one, she was his friend. She’d caught a lot of hard breaks lately; a car accident that nearly killed her and a boyfriend who turned out to be married. Being forced to grow up fast, she showed all the signs of struggling to keep it together.

He pulled her hands away from her face. “Hey, you’ve cried enough. He’s not worth it. He was an asshole.”

She nodded as tears threatened to spill. “He was. And a liar.”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “It won’t hurt forever. Trust me. He’ll just be a memory before you know it.” Gage would like nothing more than to kick the shit out of the guy who broke her heart but he knew it wouldn’t make her feel better.

Clinging to him, she buried her face against his chest. “I just hate that I was so stupid. He said he loved me. How could I believe such bullshit?”

He led her to the side of the bed and sat down. Pulling her between his legs, he held her hands. “You weren’t stupid. You believed in him, it’s not your fault that he lied. Chalk it up to a lesson learned. You need to get out of the house and do something. You need some sunlight, Jan.”

She took a deep breath and the front of her robe slipped open revealing a view of her left breast.

Gage stared at her and inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. She was pretty like a pixie and it had been awhile since he’d seen a naked boob. Horrible timing. He wanted to touch her. He’d wanted to touch her since the first time she had curled up against him. Their relationship was strictly platonic because she had a boyfriend and had been injured. Both obstacles had since been removed. Given the chance, he could make her forget about Brett or whatever his name was.

She touched his face and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his cheek and kissing back to his ear. She’d kissed his cheek before in a chaste way; nothing like that.

He let go of her hands and held her hips, pulling her closer. “I can’t fix this for you.”

“I know you can’t. Nobody can.”

“It’s like this…” He slipped his hand inside her robe and placed it over the long scar on her side. “It takes time. That mark will always be there. But it stops hurting, you know?” The raised edge of the scar was shiny, smooth where his thumb slid over it slowly and reminded him how close to death she’d been. What happened next was not what he expected but he wasn’t about to complain.

She pulled at the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. Her warm hand covered his and squeezed gently.

Of course, he got a healthy look at her naked boobs before taking his gaze lower. He saw the other scars, smaller and fainter than the one beneath his hand. He looked up at her face before tracing lines between the small marks across her otherwise unflawed torso.

She wore small, yellow panties and nothing else. She touched his hair and smiled a little. “Who’s gonna want me now?”

He closed his eyes for a moment and leaned his forehead to her stomach; such a ridiculous question. He figured it wouldn’t do much good to tell her that most guys wouldn’t notice the scars and if they did, fuck them. He could also tell her who would want her now. He wanted her as obviated by the erection straining painfully against the buttons of his jeans.

“I do. Or I would.” His breath hitched and he thought a cigarette would be good right now and maybe a cold shower.

“Really?”

He kissed her belly and pulled away. “Yes, but now would be a good time for you to close your robe before this turns into something I can’t stop.”

Jan didn’t try to cover herself and instead let the robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” No tears clouded her eyes now; eyes the color of the deep end of the ocean.

His hand inched up her ribcage to cup her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple and she tensed, the pink tip tightening.

She put her hands on his shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Then I won’t.” He squeezed her breast, pulling on the nipple. His lips searched out her other breast, licking and sucking.

She made a sound like a mixture of a moan and gasp and held on to his head, running her fingers through his hair.

He kissed from one breast to the other and took his time ministering to both. Tonguing the hard peak, he watched her chest rise and fall and her heartbeat accelerated.

Her head dropped back. “That feels so good,” she whispered, breathlessly.

Slipping his hands down her sides, he finally gripped her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around him, dropping her ass right on top of his already hard cock. He groaned and stripped his shirt off. He wanted to feel her warm body against his. The hard tips of her tits rubbed against his bare chest and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. If it had been any other girl, he would have just shoved her panties aside and impaled her on his dick but she was different. He wasn’t sure how or why, she just was.

He cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth with his, probing with his tongue. She tasted like bubble gum or candy and he couldn’t get enough.

She held on to him and rubbed herself against his erection.  

He squeezed her breasts, deepening the kiss and let his hand drop between their bodies.

She lifted up just enough to let his fingers stroke the outside of her damp panties. He found her pleasure spot quickly and pressed his thumb to it.

Quiet whimpers escaped her as she pushed her pussy against his hand.

“I want these off.” He tugged at the crotch of her underwear.

She stood up and slipped them down her legs, kicking them aside.

“You’re beautiful, Jan.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back.

She smiled and looked down. “Thank you.”

He tugged her onto the bed, rolling her to her back. He lay beside her and brushed his knuckles over her cheek.

She stared at him and put her hand behind his head, pulling him down to her. The kiss was soft and tentative while he stroked the inside of her thigh, sliding his hand up higher. Goose bumps erupted on her skin and she shivered.

The heat from her pussy fueled his fire and he couldn’t resist cupping her mound. Her delicate folds gave way to his heavy hand and he slipped a finger inside her. “Damn. You feel like hot silk.”

Moving down her body, he bit her nipple gently and sucked it into his mouth where he teased it with his tongue. He inched lower and pressed his lips to the larger scar on her side before continuing to her belly. He peppered kisses over her pubic bone and lifted her legs over his shoulders.

Checking her reaction, he looked up at her. She licked her lips absently and that was all he needed to see.

He kissed the inside of her thigh and licked up to her pussy. The scent of her arousal drew him in. He licked her slit. Raw honey coated his tongue and agitated his hunger. He spread her lips and pulled back the hood to lick her clit.

Jan gasped and her body trembled. “Gage,” she whispered. “More. Please.”

 He sucked her clit softly and licked circles around it. His finger sought out her wetness again and he slipped one in and started a slow and steady rhythm.

She panted and pulled on his hair, arching her back. Her body tightened around his finger and he knew he was doing what she liked. “Oh, my God.” Her head thrashed from side to side as she whined.

Nothing turned him on more than making a woman come. He curled his finger up inside her like he was pulling the trigger of her gun.

She moaned louder and clamped her thighs on his head. Her clit thumped against his tongue and her pussy pulsed, dripping her come down his hand.

When the contractions slowed, he pulled away and unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them off. His cock throbbed in anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs. He lay on top of her and cupped her flushed face. “Don’t ever doubt that you’re wanted, Jan.”

Her lips parted and he kissed her softly. For a moment he was afraid he might hurt her. Her body was so small beneath his but her wetness beckoned him like an oasis in the desert.

He moved his hips and she lifted her legs around him. He slipped inside her and her pussy gripped him like a fist. Damn. He moved slowly, deliberately, giving her more and more.  

She gasped against his mouth and dug her nails into his shoulders. She was so warm and wet and tight and his self control teetered. The animal in him wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard but her soft whimpers and tiny fingers clutching at his arms as if she were holding on for dear life kept him in check.

If there was a heaven, he imagined being inside her was what it would feel like; more pleasurable than any drug he’d tried, more beautiful than any song he’d written. He moved his hips, thrusting slow and deep. “Jesus Christ. Feels so good.” He moved a hand to her thigh, holding her leg around him.

Soft moans came from her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her wet hair lay fanned out behind her head and she ran her hands down his back to cup his ass. “Mmm. I love feeling you inside me. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He couldn’t stop looking at her face. There was something angelic about her that urged him to possess her and protect her, even claim her.  He wanted to be deeper, he wanted to sink every last bit of himself into her until he pierced her soul and left his mark.

Jan’s fingers dug into his ass and pulled him forward.

He moved faster, harder, every thrust bringing him closer, until finally his balls tightened. “I need to come.”

“Okay. Okay. Do it.” She brought her arms around his neck and moaned louder. “Kiss me while you come.”

Obliging her, he pressed his lips to hers and plunged into her one more time, giving into his release. He broke the kiss and let his head rest against the crook of her neck while he rubbed her thigh with his fingertips. “Damn.”

“Mhm. Ditto.” January kissed his cheek and sighed.

Look for more of January and Gage on December 22, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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