Content Advisory: Erotic
The sound of The Ramones drowned out the world. This
was how she got her exercise, listening to punk music and bouncing around on
her trampoline but with the snow outside, she was stuck jumping on her bed. The
ceiling fan spun slowly over her head but with her stature, she needn’t worry
about being decapitated by the wooden blades. She’d stopped growing in junior
high leaving her at five-two and a half but she rounded it up to five-three.
The mirror across the room reflected her
ridiculous attempt at shadow boxing. She made her best mean face and pooched her
lips out while pretending to uppercut her imaginary opponent as she bounced
from one side of the bed to the other feigning defensive moves.
She dropped onto her butt and reached over to
grab her bottle of water. Her heart pumped hard and she breathed heavily. A
fine layer of sweat coated her forehead and she wiped at it with the back of
her hand. The soft cotton comforter cooled the burn in the backs of her legs.
Stretching her arms up over her head, she
scooted to the edge of the bed and stripped her tank top off. She stood up and
dropped her shorts and underwear and unhooked her bra. The clothes piled up on
the floor and she walked into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and waited
for the water to heat up. She avoided looking at herself naked in the mirror.
The scars still bothered her. It was bad enough she had to feel them under her
fingertips while she bathed; the raised edges like some kind of Braille on her
skin that told a story of her pain.
She stepped under the hot water and smoothed her
hair back. The pulse of the spray massaged her scalp and shoulders. She poured
shampoo into her hand and rubbed it into her hair. The thick lather slipped
between her fingers.
The shower curtain flew open and she screamed
and covered her chest instinctively. “Jesus Christ, Gage. Are you trying to
give me a heart attack?”
His smiled rivaled that of the Cheshire cat.
“Hey, cupcake.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Jan laughed. “If you weren’t so cute, I’d throw
soap in your eyes. Close that curtain, I’m freezing.”
He reached out and strummed her nipple. “I can
tell. Want some company?”
The touch of his hand sent a bolt of pleasure
through her body. “Sure.” She couldn’t even pretend she didn’t crave his touch.
He closed the curtain and a second later slipped
into the shower with her. Leaning over, he kissed her shoulder and stepped
under the water. “Let me wash your back.”
Jan turned around and closed her eyes. The soapy
sponge glided effortlessly over her skin. Gage pulled her closer and held her
waist. His cock pressed to her lower back.
She smiled. “That feels good.”
He moved her hair off her neck. “What feels
good? The sponge or my dick?”
She reached back and closed her fingers around
his length. “Mmm. Both.” The heat of his body and the water rendered her
muscles fluid and relaxed.
His hips moved in response to her strokes and he
groaned, his dick growing harder and longer in her grasp. “You drive me crazy,
Jan.” He played with her nipple, pulling and pinching it.
“Mhm. You do me, too.”
“I want inside you.”
“Can we do it in here?” She contemplated the
logistics. He was at least a foot taller than her.
He laughed. “Why not?”
She turned around to face him and looked up.
“I’m not too short?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’ll just pick you up
and slide you right onto my cock. Perfect fit.” He winked.
She bit her lip. She wasn’t used to his
mannerisms but the dirty talk turned her on more than she’d ever admit.
“But first I want you to come for me.” He sat on
the edge of the bathtub and pulled her toward him and patted his thigh. “Sit
here, facing me.”
Jan straddled his thigh and held onto his
shoulders. “Like this?”
He nodded and kissed her, sucking her lip. His
palms slid over her nipples.
She moved on his leg, rubbing her pussy against
the hard muscle. It wouldn’t take much to get her off, just the slight friction
of her clit against his leg already made her pussy clench.
He broke from the kiss and squeezed her breast,
wrapping his lips around her nipple. His other hand traveled down over her
belly and separated her folds. He sucked the pink pebble and thumbed her clit.
The combined pleasures drew a moan from her.
“God, Gage. I’m gonna come. Put your finger in
me. Please,” she whimpered.
He lifted her ass up slightly and rammed two
fingers inside her creating a delicious friction while his thumb rubbed circles
over her clit. He trailed kisses across her chest and ministered to her other
breast.
Her toes curled and slipped against the wet
porcelain of the tub. Time stood still in that moment as the first wave washed
over her, numbing her skin to the hot water spraying on her back. Her thighs
trembled and she looked at his face, unable to speak.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her in
place and wiggled his fingers inside her. Their eyes remained locked as she
pulled on his hair and breathed fast through her mouth. Her pussy clenched and
released and clenched and released, over and over.
“I love knowing I’m doing that to you, making
you lose control,” he whispered and pulled her face down to kiss her. His
tongue probed her mouth.
Her muscles relaxed. When he pulled his fingers
out of her, she squeaked and dropped down on his leg.
He smiled and stroked his cock. “Ready for more,
cupcake?” He kissed her nose.
Jan looked down and took a deep breath. “I
can’t…”
He tipped her chin up, concern etched in his
furrowed brow. “You can’t what?”
She reached for his dick. “I can’t get enough.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He gently lifted
her off his lap and stood up. He studied her momentarily before picking her up
off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
The slippery wetness of their skin made it hard
to hold on but Gage’s hands grasped her ass and held her tight against him. She
slipped her arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. “Is this going to work?”
In response, he lifted her ass and impaled her
on his cock. The thick, hardness stabbed deep inside her and she bit down on
his shoulder to stifle her scream.
He growled against her ear and lifted her up and
lowered her again. “Jesus. You’re so fucking tight.”
The water dripped from his hair to her face and
ran down between her breasts. He leaned his back against the tiled wall and
bounced her on his cock. The muscles in his arms flexed and bulged with the
effort of supporting her and the steady rhythm of fucking her.
Her fingers clawed at his shoulders and she
moaned unabashedly. Never had she felt so full; so helpless; so alive. He held
her still and pumped into her, hard enough to make her teeth chatter.
“I want to be all the way inside you. Let me sit
down.”
She couldn’t imagine he wasn’t already all the
way inside her and she wasn’t sure she could take more than he was giving her.
He lowered her to her feet and sat down in the
tub. He took her hand and kissed the back of it before pulling her down to
straddle his lap. The tub was too short for him to fully stretch his legs out.
The water from the shower sprayed over her back
as she kissed his lips. “Be careful with me.” She wasn’t sure why she felt the
need to say that. She often spoke without thinking around him. There was a
level of comfort she was unaccustomed to. She trusted him.
He smiled against her mouth. “Always. You know
you only need ask and I’ll stop any time.” His teeth scraped her chin. “We all
have limits. I don’t think we know yours yet.”
Jan rubbed her pussy over his cock. Being on top
gave her the power to control him when he got enthusiastic. “You have limits?”
He nodded. “Very few but yes.” He squeezed her
breast and pinched her nipple. “You’re killing me, Jan.” He raised his hips
beneath her. “You’re going to make me beg?”
She shook her head. “No. But it’s fun to tease
you a little.”
“Teasing leads to trouble, sweetheart.”
She eased the head of his cock into her opening.
“Mmm. I like this kind of trouble.” Pushing harder, she took a little more. She
loved how unyielding his shaft was. Her softness conceded to his invasion,
stretching to accommodate him.
Gage gripped her hips and tensed his jaw. His
green eyes went dark. “More.”
The edge of the bathtub served as leverage as
she slowly received him. She leaned her head back, the water spraying her hair.
At this angle, she could take all of him and pushed her body flush with his.
She moved her hips to and fro with just enough force to cause friction over her
G-spot. “Mmm. God. I’m coming. I’m…”
“Yes. You are. Mmm.” Gage held her and let her
move as she wanted.
Her pussy convulsed and her body trembled like
before. She moaned and let go of the edge of the tub and grabbed his arms. Loud moans escaped her. She’d never been so
vocal with anyone else but she couldn’t hold it in with him.
“The sounds you make…damn.” Gage pulled her
forward, cupping the back of her head and looking into her eyes. “I need to
come.” His hips lifted beneath her and his cock twitched inside her.
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh at the curve
of her hips and he manipulated her body.
Jan could only hold on to him and absorb his thrusts,
deep and hard. She cried out from pain and pleasure. She couldn’t handle him
fucking her that aggressively for long but he was close to climaxing. She scratched
at his back and panted.
Gage’s body tensed, his grip on her hips
tightening, bruising her delicate flesh. He slammed her ass down on him and his
cock pulsed, spurting his hot release deep inside her.
The water turned cool as he kissed her cheek. “This
pussy nearly kills me.”
Jan sat up and glared at him. “That’s a really
romantic thing to say.”
His face softened. “I’m sorry, cupcake.” He
massaged her back and pulled her close. He smoothed her hair away from her ear.
“I love you, Jan. You’re my best friend.”
Her heart dropped. She thought she’d made a big
mistake telling him that last time. He’d reacted like she’d poured ice water
over his head and disappeared for two days. Since then, she had put the idea of
love out of her mind. But now, he said it back.
She smiled. “I love you, too.”
He turned the water off and wrapped a towel
around his waist before draping a towel around Jan’s shoulders. In one swoop,
he lifted her off her feet.
She buried her face against his neck as he
carried her to bed.
Look
for Melissa’s next short story on January 26, 2013!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2013
Melissa Ecker
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters,
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