I Promise

Content Advisory: M/F sex

Angelica stared down at him. “There’s no such thing as vampires.”

He laughed. “You don’t sound so sure.”

She lay down on top of him, her face fitting into the crook of his neck. “I’m not sure of anything anymore.”

Ariel kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay to feel that way.” His fingers trailed up and down her spine. Her breathing slowed. “Sleep now.”

“I’m not tired.”

He whispered into ear. “Yes, you are.”

It didn’t take long for her to drift off, still lying atop him. With her safely in his arms, his mind wandered. Nothing would be solved by keeping her locked up in his bedroom, though the thought was appealing. There was no way he’d let her go back to Tanner. That guy deserved nothing less than a bullet between his eyes.

Ariel knew that if Angelica went back, Tanner would kill her. The vision had halted Ariel’s breath; Angelica lying on her back on the floral print bedspread. Tanner perched on top of her, both hands clasped around her neck. Her eyes bulged and her legs kicked but she was no match for his brute strength. He squeezed harder and her eyes bulged and her lips turned a morbid shade of lavender. Then her legs stopped kicking. If Ariel hadn’t intercepted her, Tanner would have strangled her to death tonight in the bed they shared.

Ariel didn’t often intervene in the human world because most things happened for a reason but he couldn’t stand by and let her die. She was the one he’d been waiting for and he knew that from the first moment he saw her. In fact, the only reason he frequented that shithole she worked in was because of her. And now that he’d tasted her body, both blood and flesh, there was no turning back. She bore his mark and his scent. Unbeknownst to her, the words imbedded in his skin told their story. Her name was written over his heart and had been for nearly a century. Some day, he would be able to explain everything to her but not today.

Even now, as she slept, her blood rushed just below the surface of her skin and he craved her taste but more important issues loomed over him, more important things than sating his own hunger. If he was going to keep her, he needed to eliminate the threat. He would have to eliminate Tanner. Tanner’s desire to possess Angelica was strong but didn’t compete with Ariel’s bloodlust.

He wouldn’t have to go after Tanner because he already knew Tanner would come to him. Well, he’d come for Angelica. Across the room, her cell phone buzzed repeatedly from inside her purse. Ariel knew who was calling. He ignored the sound and closed his eyes.

Hours passed and Ariel lay completely still until Angelica shifted. The heated apex between her thighs grazed his cock. He’d made a concerted effort to keep her off his crotch so she could rest. It only took that slightest contact and his balls tightened, blood rushed to his shaft and he cupped her ass with both hands. His fingers searched, spreading her open and massaging her forbidden hole. His cock twitched as he imagined pushing deep inside that tight ring.

Her hips undulated in response to his touch and she sighed against his ear. “Mmm.”

He pushed his cock against her ass. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She rose up on her elbows and smiled at him with sleepy eyes. “Really?”

He nodded and bit her bottom lip. “Can I? I need to be inside you.”

Her eyebrows drew closer together. “Don’t ask. Just do it.” Her voice took on a defensive tone and she looked away.

“I’m not him, Angel. I don’t just take what I want.”

She exhaled. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’m just—I’m not used to someone like you.”

He brought his hands up to her hips. “I want to be inside you because it feels good.” He traced his fingers up her side and cupped her breast. “I love how your nipples get hard before I even touch them. I like the way your back arches when I suck your clit and finger you.” He slipped a finger inside her. “And, damn, the sounds you make when you come and your pussy squeezes my cock, I’m close to coming just thinking about it.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Heat rose in her body and blood pooled in her face as she blushed.  

“Tell me you like it. Tell me you want it.” He pulled her closer and kissed her. “Tell me you want me to make you come.”

Her breathing accelerated. “I do. I want that.”

He pushed his finger deeper and pressed his thumb to her clit, making small circle around it. “Say the words. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

She inhaled sharply and swallowed hard. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes darted around the room as if she were afraid someone might hear her. “I--I want you to fuck me.”

The muscles in his thighs tensed and he pulled his finger out of her and lifted her ass up. He held his dick under her, stroking it slowly. “Sit on me.”

She sat up and put her hands on his chest. Tendrils of her dark hair hung forward and tickled his nipples. There was a light spray of freckles across her nose and a beauty mark on her shoulder. He had mind-mapped her body and knew every inch of her already.

The heat of her pussy beckoned him and his cock throbbed. He wanted to impale her on his shaft, to sink as deep as he could inside her. It was torture waiting for her to move.

She lowered her body onto him, taking just the head of his cock into her.

He groaned and lifted his hips involuntarily. “More.”

She threw her head back and dropped down on him, sheathing his dick in the tight confines of her pussy. She gasped and grabbed at his flesh. “God. You’re so big.” She pitched forward and whispered, “I--I can’t sit on you like that.” Her hard nipples pressed against his chest.

He rubbed both hands down her back. “It’s okay. Stay like this.” He bent his knees and moved his hands down to her ass. Holding her in place, he dug his heels into the mattress to drive up into her.  

She whimpered and kissed his shoulder before biting down. Her humid breath left a light mist on his skin.  

He fucked her slow and deep with deliberate strokes as he learned to read her body language. He knew she wouldn’t tell him if he hurt her so he relied on his senses. He could detect the slightest recoil and the scent of fear. So, far he was only picking up her sweet arousal with a little apprehension. And, God, the rush of her blood combined with the slick tightness of her pussy had him on the edge. He fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled lightly, gauging her reaction.

She moaned a little louder. “God, Ariel. I feel so much.”

“Let it out, Angel. You don’t have to hide here.”

“I’m trying,” she said, lifting her head.

He rolled her over slowly, careful to stay inside her. He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her again, sucking at her lips. “There’s nothing more beautiful than the way you look right now.” He loved how soft she was, how the silky skin of her inner thighs felt wrapped around his hips.

He started a slow rhythm again, deep and slow. He kissed down her jaw and dragged his fangs over her neck. He knew he could make her come like that. He slipped a hand under her low back and lifted her. His cock angled up and slid over that sensitive spot inside her.

Her breathing accelerated and her heart jack-hammered in her chest. As soon as her pussy tightened on his dick he sunk his fangs into her neck, straight into her jugular vein. The hot splash of blood on his tongue momentarily distracted him but he regained control and sucked softly. Sure, he benefitted from the blood but he wanted her to benefit too.

Her nails scratched down his back, no doubt breaking the skin. He increased his thrusts, fueled by the pain and the telltale pulsating in her pussy.

“I’m coming.” She made little sounds that quickly escalated to moans and turned into a scream as her legs trembled and her back arched.

He disengaged her neck and swept his thumb over the twin holes to stop the bleeding. As he licked away the last bit of blood, her come dripped down his cock like hot melted wax and he found his own release.

They showered together and he washed her hair. She let him dry her off and he gave her a t-shirt to wear. He pulled back the comforter on the bed and sat down. “You should sleep more.”

The buzzing went off again and she stopped short. She slowly turned around and fished the phone out of her purse. Her hand shook as she stared at the screen.  The musky scent of her fear erupted in the air and her eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. “He has a tracker on my phone. He knows I’m here.”

 

He wished like hell he could make that fear go away like he did the bruises on her body. Short of hypnotizing her, there was nothing he could do for that. He crossed the room. “He can’t hurt you anymore, Angel.” He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.

“You—you don’t understand. He’ll kill me for this. He said he’d kill me before he’d let me leave.”

“Shh.” He fought to keep his voice down and his temper in check. The mere thought of Tanner trying to hurt her set his blood to boil. “You’re safe now.”

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “Am I?”

He cupped her face in his hands. “I promise you are. You have to believe that.” He couldn’t tell her that everything in her life had led her to him because he was meant to protect her. This was her fate and his too.

She nodded and sniffled. “I want to believe that.” The phone buzzed again just as the doorbell rang.

They both said, “He’s here.”

Check out Melissa’s last post, Escape, to read how Angelica and Ariel began. Look for her next short story on March 23, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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The Homecoming

Content Advisory: Sex, Oral Sex

Rain streaked across the windshield as the wipers cleared a path only to be thwarted again. It was always difficult when he went away on a mission but that was part of his military life. Letters had gone back and forth, but they would never replace the warmth of his body and his breath against her neck in bed. They wouldn’t hold her in the morning and she couldn’t hide in them at night.

Angel. His mother had named him after a heavenly creature, yet he had the lustier tendencies of the Devil himself.

Cheri watched the coming and goings of the bus station with minor interest until a tap sounded on her passenger window, startling her. She glanced over to see a uniformed official, his face blurred by the rain. She activated the switch to drop the window a few inches. Rain eagerly sought the new entry into the dry interior of her car. A familiar smile gave her heart a leap. It was him. She squealed and threw her own door open, tangled momentarily in the seat belt and ran around the back of the car. They met by the back fender and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His dark eyes danced with love and she almost didn’t notice the light scar running from the base of his nose to the top of his lip.

She shivered and stared, her gaze rising to meet his in question.

He grinned, the gesture stretching the pink line in his otherwise coffee-with-lots-of-cream complexion. “Care if I drive?”

She shook her head wordlessly and stepped back as he popped open the hatch to load one single enormous bag.  After another kiss to the lips, they divided and slid into their respective seats, the shut doors closing them off to silence interrupted only by the staccato of raindrops on the roof and the low murmur of the radio.

“Where did you get that scar?” Cheri asked, throwing a sideways glance in his direction.

Angel smirked. “It’s no big deal. Face too close to the rifle. It had a kick. I split my own lip.”

Would that be the extent of his injuries all of the time he was going to spend in the service? She doubted it greatly. Still, the scar added a new sense of character to her boyfriend.  He was smart, good with mechanical things and having grown up in a gun-friendly family, already developed a deadly aim. But being enlisted meant separation and as the years went by, going without him never got any easier.

She reached for and took his hand, large and warm. Fine black hairs on the back of it. She imagined her fingers were cold to him but his grip did not falter.

“Did you want to get dinner?” Angel looked sharper, thinner in his olive-drab green dress uniform. His short-cropped hair was scented lightly with styling gel. His deep brown eyes scanned the road ahead as if he was still on a mission and they were in possible danger.

What had he been through? Where had he been? He’d sent postcards from exotic places, always with the same left-handed-slant writing but the man in her driver’s seat had clearly changed. He appeared to be at ease, but it was his eyes that never stopped moving, never stopped searching.

Cheri stared at her lap, sure that he was sick of her gawking at him like some new species of reptile she’d just discovered. “We can if you want, but shouldn’t you get your things home?”

He opened his mouth to speak, and then snapped it shut again. A nod. Tension thickened in the small space between their shoulders and Cheri felt her eyes begin to mist over, her own rain on the windshield until everything blurred and her chest hitched with the effort not to let her emotions brim over.

When they reached the house, Angel pulled out his house key as if it were any other day and not four months since he’d last walked through the doorway.

A white, single-tier cake awaited his discovery in the kitchen, along with green, ivory and black balloons—Army colors. The cake said, “Welcome home, Angel.”

He turned to her and took her into his arms, and her fingers dug into the pleasantly rough texture of his uniform. She wanted it away from him, from them and his skin next to hers. His mouth covered hers for a deep, languid kiss, his fingers smoothing her corn silk hair between their tips.

“God, I missed you,” he said breathlessly as she gazed up at him, loving his size compared to hers, the width of his shoulders. Memory tugged a corner of her lips as she thought of his freckles across that breadth, as if he’d been sprinkled with stars as a child.

“Me too. So much.” Cheri tugged at his brass buttons with impatient hands, hungry hands that wanted nothing but Angel and to forget the length of time he’d been away. Cold, lonely nights dissolved into a gray fog as he helped her navigate his undressing.

Layers peeled away as they fussed with irritating fabric, their kisses growing more urgent, harder, needier. He sucked and bit her lip as his thumb found the stiffened peak of her nipple. She tugged his undershirt over his head and dropped it to the floor to join the rest of their clothes. Shoes followed. Her feet left the ground as Angel scooped her up in his arms, his muscles more sculpted and defined than she could ever remember. It was a new sensation as his soft face brushed against her cheek; he’d always had a goatee before. Tiny scars dotted his fingers and knuckles, telling a silent story of his remodeling for the past sixteen weeks.

He deposited her on the made-bed and covered her with himself again. Her calves slid up over his hips for her feet to cross at the ankles at the small of his back. His hands were everywhere: In her hair, on her face, up her sides and he bowed his head to flick a tongue over her nipple.

“I want you, Cheri. I’ve wanted you so bad.”

He was Angel, yet not. Strange and familiar, yet wholly new and exciting in a way she’d never sensed before. His light growl at her throat as he pushed his hard shaft against her damp pussy made her shiver.

“I want you too.”

“Tell me what you want.” He lifted to lock gazes with her, his eyes fathomless and beautiful in the light of the soft shaded lamp beside their bed, casting them in a warm glow.

“I…” Cheri struggled for words, unable to give voice to her desires.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.” His words came out in a harsh whisper, sending delicious chills up her spine. His fingers splayed over her ass and grasped firmly, eliciting a gasp from her.

“I want you to fuck me.” The sound of her own voice was that of a stranger’s—a woman’s, hot and horny—not the demure Cheri with a private practice on the edge of their small town. She cared for house pets, not this. And Angel had always been divine between the sheets but he was letting the devil in him shine through.

He nodded and entered her with a groan. His cock filling her pushed a moan from deep within. Her nails dug into the backs of his arms, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the pinpricks he had to feel appeared to be urging him on. His kiss sucked the breath out of her as he rocked her. She wanted him to do rough things to her, bite and pull, tug her hair and her nipples, but most of all, she wanted him deeper, harder. More.

“More,” she moaned, tunneling her fingers through his short black hair. “God, more.”

He gave her a wolf’s grin and pivoted his hips, his weight adding punch to his strokes. She cried out as he pulled her legs from around his back and positioned them over his shoulders, giving him more clearance and better leverage to hammer the head of his cock into the end of her, over and over.

Cheri threw her head back, her mouth open wide as she panted like an animal, her whines and moans still sounding like someone else, far away. He’d never been this aggressive, this—demanding. It was a far cry from sadism and masochism, but his control—his power—over her made her even wetter and when he paused to rise and flip her over, she crouched on all fours, head tipped back to her shoulders, daring him. Her grin widened when she felt his grip in her hair and his cock shove inside her again. He pulled on her hair if as were a set of reins, his mouth against her neck. A low moan escaped her when his teeth closed over her skin and gave a nasty little pinch. He snorted through his nose, his breaths short and quick.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and she pressed her fingers to her clit without hesitation. Further exploration of her fingers found his dick pumping into and out of her cunt, relentlessly. Her clit was swollen and pulsing; her own touch was electrifying and sent bolts of pleasure through her body as she neared the cliff of her impending orgasm.

“Fuck, Angel.” She gasped and jigged herself faster, her pussy walls tightening in response.

Angel grunted and gripped her hip hard, ramming into her, shoving in to pause and hold, buried so deep, so strong and Cheri screamed in pleasure, her air sawing in and out of her as fast as his cock was obliterating her cunt.

“Fuck!” She clamped fists around handfuls of bedspread, certain that if she had claws, the bed would have been shredded to ribbons by then.

He let out a loud growl as he came in her with a single jerk of his cock, jamming himself into her as far as he could go and released her hair. She tossed her head like a wild mare and slammed herself backwards into him, the boiling heat between them nearly suffocating in its euphoric phenomena.

She expected him to finish and selfishly wanted him to keep going, keep pounding her, stuff her full of his phallic godhood and when he slipped out of her and shoved her face into his glistening cock, she did not hesitate to take him into her mouth. She sucked the length of him, starved for cock not as just his girlfriend, but with the pure essence of a lover. He fell back with a groan and extended his legs, separating her from her prize long enough to bring a whine to her lips from the emptiness she couldn’t seem to eliminate.

She climbed over his legs and grasped him by the base of his cock to lick the head. He watched her with a gaze glazed over with searing lust. The look drove her on, wilder, faster. She pumped his shaft with her hand, grinning around her work as he returned to his full thickness.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He reached out and touched her hair and brushed his knuckles against her cheek as she bobbed on his dick. His thighs tensed and flexed under her weight and she saw him bite his lip, evidently to keep from crying out as loud as she had more than a few times.

“Fuck!” He clawed the bed and pushed his head against the pillow, his face frozen in undeniable ecstasy.

She kept sucking and stroking him, her other hand busying her engorged clit. Moisture slid down the insides of her thighs in rivers. “Mm,” she moaned around his shaft and he came.

Hot spurts preceded a small flood in her mouth. She swallowed his seed, eager, willing, wanting.

It still wasn’t enough. Never could be enough. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and straddled him, pressing herself against his thigh. His cock swayed erect in invitation. She rose and seated him against her to impale herself slowly.

“Oh God, Cheri. So good.  Easy, baby. Easy.”

He covered her breasts with his hands and squeezed before pulling down on the nipples. She rolled her hips atop him, sending wave after wave pleasure through her form. Shimmers of orgasm danced on her nerve endings deep inside her. She was close already; his teeth were bared and he seemed unable to form words. He pulled her nipples again and rolled them between his fingertips.

Cheri cried out and gave opposing resistance, increasing the pain. It felt fucking amazing. Her pussy closed around his shaft and she rocked faster, more ferociously as she ground herself against him. “Fuck, baby. Baby!” Her hair was pasted to her brow with sweat.

His fingers slipped off her nipples and went to her clit instead. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her in slow, lazy circles and she came, hard. Crashing tides of climax smashed into her, dizzying her vision and filling it with shards of light.

She couldn’t breathe anymore. Her entire body had become one quivering, multiple orgasm and when he steepled inside her to come a third time, they tensed in unison. Her air-starved muscles gave out and she collapsed in a damp heap on his heaving chest.

They lay like that for what seemed ten minutes or longer, his cock softening inside her.

His hands crept up her back, fingertips running over the ridges of her spine. “I love you.” His voice was nothing more than a ghost of a whisper.

Cheri raised her head to look at him. “I love you, too.”

As their pulse slowed, her body relaxed against his. Forget the cake. Forget the balloons or dinner. Her hunger was satisfied. Her needs were met. Angel was all she needed. Everything else from then on would just be a bonus.

She realized it was still raining outside and couldn’t bring herself to move from him. He didn’t seem to mind. He had new scars, she didn’t mind. But in that moment, it was just her, her Angel and the sounds of two hearts beating as one.

He was home.

~ Annice Sands ~

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Don't Break Me

 Content Advisory: oral sex, m/f sex

 “We should get wasted together and fuck.”  He leaned over and sniffed the air around her. “You smell like candy.”

It wasn’t the first time that he had propositioned her and she always laughed. In fact, it had become a running joke between the two of them.

“Keep your dick in your pants, Ty.” She popped a French fry into her mouth. “I smell more like a cheeseburger right now.”

“You kill me, Jade.” He winked at her. “How about we just get wasted then?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day. Don’t you have some poor girl’s heart to break?” She crumpled up her napkin and dropped it on her plate.

He clutched his chest, feigning a heart attack. “Am I that much of an asshole?”

She smiled and reached across the table to pinch his cheek. “Yes.”

“That hurts. You’re the real heartbreaker here. I just break pussies.”

“Ugh. You’re a pig.” She rolled her eyes. “Your place or mine?”

“I have Maker’s Mark. What you got on your top shelf?”

“Nothing that good. Your place it is.”

He dropped a twenty on the table to pay for their lunch and cover the tip. The waitress walked over and picked up their plates and gave Ty a once over like most women did. Covered in tattoos and standing over six feet tall, he had no problem with the ladies other than evading them. He and Jade had been friends forever. The last time she’d been broken hearted, he’d been there and there were never any strings attached.

The redhead balanced the plates on one hand and snatched the twenty off the table and winked at Ty. “Y’all have a happy Valentine’s Day and come back and see us.”  

Ty grabbed Jade’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Thanks, ma’am. We most certainly will.” 

They were both cracking up as they walked out of the diner. Ty pulled a pack of Marlboro Reds out of his pocket and offered it to her.

She pulled one out and slid the filter between her lips. “Thanks.”

He flipped open his Zippo and lit hers first and then his own. He opened the passenger door for her and she climbed into his truck. As soon as he cranked the ignition, her eardrums were nearly shattered by The Clash.

Ty was the only guy she was willing to make a fool of herself around. She danced inside the restraint of her seatbelt while he laughed at her and tapped the steering wheel with the beat.

“Drum solo.” Jade used her fingers on the dashboard to imitate the percussion of White Riot.

“Damn, baby.” He squeezed her thigh. “Why don’t you love me?”

“I do love you. I just won’t fuck you.”

“I’m wearing you down,” he winked and exhaled a plume of smoke inside the cab.

“Never.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

He tugged on a strand of her blond hair. “You know I just tease you, right?”

For the first time she felt something stir in her stomach, like a steep drop on a roller coaster. She stared at his eyes. She hadn’t noticed how deep the color was before or that there were little specks of gold around the edges of the hazel.

His smile faded. “You okay?”

She looked away. “Yeah.” As a distraction, she pulled down the visor mirror and checked her eyeliner.

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the ride and she was grateful for the volume of the music.

He eased the truck into his driveway and cut the engine. “You ready to lose your ass in whiskey pong?”

“You’re going down, Ty.”

His mouth curved into a devilish grin. “Just what I was hoping for.”

The icy feeling cracked and she laughed hard, snorting.

He wasted no time in setting up two shot glasses and the bottle of liquid gold on the coffee table. The ping pong ball sat where it always did atop the mantle of the fireplace. He tossed it to her and settled across from her. “You go first.”

She sat down on her butt next to the coffee table and bounced the ball toward the glass on the opposite side. “Dammit.” The ball bounced right over the top and into his lap.

He scooped it up and blew on it. “Shazam!” The ball landed in her glass.

“Fucker.” She smiled and downed the first shot; the amber liquid burned and increased the fire already building in her belly. She bounced the ball and landed it perfectly. “Boo-yah, bitch.”

He threw back the drink and refilled both glasses.

She lost count of how many shots they’d both swallowed. 

The ball was in his hand now. “Sudden death round.” He landed it and she drank once again.

That stirring in her stomach hadn’t gone away and, in fact, had gotten worse. Butterflies bounced around inside her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and got up on her knees. “Come here.” She hooked her finger toward him.

“What?” He leaned forward.

“I give.”

He parted his lips. “You give what?”

Hot breath fragranced by whiskey and cigarettes assaulted her and she kissed him. That was all it took to turn the heat inside her to molten lava.

“I give in.” She stood and rounded the table.

He put his foot on the edge of the table and pushed it back.

She stepped over him and sat down on his lap, her heart thundering in her chest. Liquid courage surged through her veins and she cupped his face.

His hands settled on her hips before sliding down to her ass. He squeezed. “Are you sure? Once we hit the point of no return, there’s no going back.”

Jade nodded and affirmed her decision by pressing herself down on his erection.

Ty pulled her t-shirt over her head and tugged the cup of her bra down. His thumb slid over her nipple. “You’re beautiful. I’m just going to say I don’t do gentle. It’s not how I’m made.”

“I know that. Just don’t break me.”

“I would never hurt you in a way you wouldn’t enjoy.” He lowered his mouth to her breast and teased the pink tip with his tongue.

“I’m not talking about my body.”

While sucking her nipple, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms. He cupped her other breast and pinched the nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it.

Her head fell back and she moaned. It had been too long since someone touched her that way, since she felt warm lips on her body. She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into muscled flesh.

His body was hard and the tapestry of art covering his arms and torso came to life as he flexed, pulling her closer.

He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. “Take these off. Now.”

She got up and kicked off her shoes and stripped off her pants while he threw his shirt aside and slid his jeans off. He leaned back against the couch.  

Her eyes were drawn to that spot she’d been curious about for years. His prowess was legendary and now she knew why. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, thick and long; intimidating.

Her breathing accelerated with nervous anticipation.

He reached for her hand and pulled her down to sit beside him. Gripping her chin, he kissed her, his tongue exploring and probing.

She closed her eyes and put a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating as fast as hers.

He rubbed her thigh and pulled one of her legs over his lap, effectively spreading her open. His fingers lightly stroked her mound before slipping between her folds. He bit her lip and pushed a finger inside her.

She gasped against his mouth and grabbed his biceps. Feeling part of him deep inside her, opened something else in her. Any trepidation she had vanished. She needed to come.

His other hand tangled into the back of her hair and he gripped a handful. “Do you like that?”

“Mhm.” Words failed her and her pelvis moved against his hand involuntarily.

The sound of his finger sliding in and out of her wetness was an erotic melody that aroused her further. Boldly, she reached out for him, wrapping her hand around his cock. Only then did she realize his size. It was a good thing he had her soaking wet.

He nibbled at her shoulder and pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing slowly.

Moving her hand, she stroked his dick from base to tip. Her finger found a drop of moisture there and spread it around.

He groaned in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“That’s what I want.”

He pulled away and lifted her off the floor, settling her on the edge of the couch. He pushed her legs open. “Your pussy smells so sweet. I can’t wait to make you come.”

She shivered, knowing her release was just out of reach.

He slid his hands up the back of her thighs until he had her legs pinned open. He lowered his face and inhaled deeply. “Mmm.” He went right in for the kill and sucked her clit into his mouth, tonguing it simultaneously.

She arched her back and gripped the edge of the cushion she sat on. “Jesus.”

He licked and sucked and alternatively probed her slit with the hard tip of his tongue.

Her toes curled and she started to tremble. Heat spread from the point of contact to the tips of her extremities. She grabbed his head, holding it tight against her pussy. The pressure built quickly and she gritted her teeth before screaming and writhing as the first wave overtook her. Her mind completely blanked.  All she felt was the rise and fall, over and over. Her pussy pulsed and her clit hardened.

He rammed two fingers inside her and curved them up, stroking that sensitive spot.

Her hands fell to her sides in capitulation as she panted and moaned.

He leaned back and smiled at her, his lips shiny from her come. “Your pussy is amazing. Are you ready?”

She nodded once, unable to move.

“Ride me. It’ll loosen you up a bit.” He sat down beside her and pulled her onto his lap. He stroked his cock and rubbed the tip against her slit.

She opened her legs as much as she could and used his shoulders for leverage to lower her pussy down on him.

He hissed as the head entered her. “Tight and wet. Fuck.”

Moving slowly, she took him in, inch by inch, the stretching sensation bordering on pain. She moaned and sat still, adjusting to his size. “Oh my God. Ty…”

He rubbed his hands up her back and pulled her head against his shoulder. His hips moved side to side, stimulating every part of her pussy.

“That feels so good.” She lifted up and dropped down on him again and again. Her softness gave way to his unyielding hardness and she was a little afraid of what would happen next, when she handed over the reins to him.

“We don’t have enough room in here.” He picked her up and kissed her hard. “I’m taking you to bed so I can do this right.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, his cock poked at her bottom as he carried her down the hall and kicked the door to his bedroom open.

He deposited her on his bed and crawled up between her legs. His hand squeezed her breast and he bit down on her nipple.

She squeaked and jumped.

Muted light spilled in through the light colored curtains, just enough to engulf her in his shadow.

He laughed. “Relax, baby.”

The soft cotton of the comforter provided a cooling sensation against her back. “Am I gonna need a safe word?”

He shook his head and pressed his cock to her opening. “If you didn’t feel safe, you wouldn’t be here. I know you better than you think.” He released her breast and slid his hands up to hold her head, fisting her hair on both sides.

Her body trembled and she stared at his eyes. Passion burned behind them in a way she’d never seen, like looking into the pit of a fire. He kept his eyes locked with hers and thrust into her.

Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth fell open.

He moved slow and deep. “I’ve wait so long to see you like this, beneath me.”

She reached up and touched the scar above his eyebrow; everything about him drew her in. Her hand trailed down and over the tattoo of a dragon on the side of his neck.

His biceps bulged with every rocking motion as he buried himself inside her and pulled out and thrust again. He clenched his jaw and pulled her hair, picking up speed.

The mechanics of his motion, forced her to mold her body to his. She had no choice but to lift her legs and wrap them around him.

His body slammed against her, his balls slapping her ass on every upstroke.

She moaned, louder and louder. “Ty…”

He kissed her, muffling her cries and shoving his tongue into her mouth, sucking at her lips. His elbows rested beside her head, increasing the pull on her hair. “God damn.” He held her in place, fucking her faster without mercy.

Her body absorbed his thrusts and she closed her eyes, pain melding with pleasure. “I’m coming.” Her pussy clamped, sucking his cock deeper.

“That feels so fucking good.”

All her muscles melted along with her self control and she screamed.

He covered her mouth with his hand and pursed his lips, his body slapping against hers. “I’m there, baby. Hold on.” His eyes rolled back and he pumped into her one last time. His cock pulsed, filling her with his hot seed. His hand slid off her mouth and he collapsed on top of her.

She exhaled and her body shook beneath him. She was raw and achy, both physically and emotionally.

A tear slipped from her eye and he caught it with his thumb. “Don’t cry. I won’t break you,” he whispered.

Look for Melissa’s next short story on February 23, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Virtuoso

Content Advisory: sex

 The lights from the New York skyline rivaled the stars in the sky. It was a clear but dark night. The moon shone bright, almost like the sun. Jill sat at the piano, eyes closed, fingers dancing over the ivory. Her naked backside lent more beauty to the melody she played. Never had he witnessed anything so gorgeous. He viewed her through the eyes of Botticelli. He imagined how she’d look in oil on canvas while Beethoven played in the background. 

Zander had been watching her for the last hour as the lyrics he’d written were transformed into a stunning ballad. She was musically talented and very pleasing on the eyes. The curve of her hip dipping in tight at her waist and expanding again at the swell of her breast mimicked the shape of his guitar and he had played her.

His cock stirred at the memory of her moaning and writhing beneath him. The tightness of her pussy sheathing him like a vise caused his heart to beat a tattoo in his chest. He wanted her again.

He crossed the room and stood behind her, inhaling the herbal scent of her hair that hung loosely down her back. Her head leaned back, eyes still closed as she played faster. Quietly, he took a seat beside her. It took all his willpower not to touch her, to pull her into his lap and impale her on his steadily hardening dick.

The song needed to be finished first. Business should take priority over pleasure but pleasure had led to some serious creativity earlier. She stopped and marked notes on the sheet music before straightening the pages and flipping them back to the first page. She leaned over and kissed him softly. “Sing while I play.”

He smiled and put an arm around her waist. “Okay.”

She positioned her fingers on the keys and her bare feet on the pedals. She played the introduction and smiled at him.

He joined her, putting his voice to the notes she played. Nothing ever felt as natural as their musical coupling, so nocturne in nature.

As Jill played the ending, he kissed her shoulder and cupped her breast.

She turned toward him and cocked her head to the side. “I didn’t get to taste you before.”

He smiled.“I wouldn’t want to deprive you, sweetheart.”

She slipped off the bench and pushed his legs apart. Her lips touched his thigh, brushing lightly over the spattering of hair. A warm hand grasped the base of his cock and squeezed.

He touched her hair, pulling teasingly before rubbing his knuckles over her cheek. “So beautiful.”

She moistened her lips and took the head into her mouth. The wet heat instantly made him harder. Her tongue wriggled over that sensitive spot on the underside.

He wrapped her hair around his fist and guided her head to take him deeper. The soft scrape of her teeth along the sides of his cock as he hit the back of her throat drew a primal groan from him.

 She sucked him hungrily, hard and deep using her tongue and hand together in tandem. Every inch of his cock was stimulated and his balls tightened in anticipation.

“You’re going to make me come, baby. Slow down.” He placed his thumb at the corner of her mouth, watching and feeling her lips slide up and down his shaft. Blue eyes stared up at him and he fought the urge to hold her head in place and fuck her mouth.

She made these little humming sounds that vibrated around him. He panted and ran his fingers through her hair. “Damn. I love your mouth.”

She cupped his balls and pulled on them gently while his cock repeatedly dipped into her throat. Her nipples grazed his thighs and he reached down to pinch and pull on one. She moaned and sucked harder, faster, her eyelashes fluttering.

His muscles contracted and his cock twitched. He pulled her head down. Hot spurts of come shot down her throat and she sucked the tip, swallowing every drop.  

He let go of her hair and breathed heavily. “Jesus.”

She raised one eyebrow and licked her lips. “You taste good.”

“Not as good as you.” He pulled her up and closed the lid over the keys and lifted her up to sit on top of the piano. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and ran his fingers up the outside of her thigh. He squeezed her flesh and kissed her belly. The scent of her arousal made him hard again. He inhaled deeply and lowered his face to her mound.

He spread her lips open and used his thumb to pull back the delicate skin covering her swollen clit. She shivered and locked her ankles behind his neck when he licked her most sensitive spot. He moved his tongue from side to side quickly as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her other hand gripped the edge of the piano.

“God, put your fingers inside me, please,” she whispered in a gravelly tone. “Feels so…mmm.”

He slipped two fingers into her slit and curved them upward. Moving them in a circular motion inside her, he closed his lips on her clit and sucked softly.

She moved her hips against his face and he clamped a hand on her hip to keep her from sliding off the piano. Her head hung forward as she alternately panted and mewled. A slow tremor started in her legs and spread upward. She pulled his hair and her pussy began to pulsate around his fingers.

He licked at her clit with the tip of his tongue while keeping a light suction on it.

Her chest heaved from her rapid breathing and then she screamed, her thighs closing around his head. “Oh my God. Zander.”

He moved his fingers slowly inside her pussy and released her clit. The evidence of her orgasm now dripped down his fingers and he had to taste her again. He pulled his fingers out and licked her sweetness.

“Fuck me.” She stared down at him as he untangled her legs from around his neck.

He was a little surprised at her candor but his dick responded nonetheless.

She stepped down from the piano, onto the bench and stood on the floor beside him.

He leaned forward and sucked her nipple. He loved how the tiny, pink circles puckered and hardened in his mouth. He slipped a hand between her legs. “It would be a shame to let this wet pussy go to waste.”

She smiled. “It would.”

He got up swiftly and grabbed her wrist. Twisting the limb behind her back, he kissed her neck and rubbed his cock over her ass. He urged her forward until her face rested against the wall next to the window. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Jill.”

She sighed. “That’s what I want. I want your passion. Unrestrained. Uncensored. A cappella.”

He rubbed her arms and lifted them above her head. He gripped her wrists with one hand and pinned them to the wall. “Step your feet apart.” He dragged his teeth over her shoulder and kissed her ear.

She complied and he angled his cock at her opening. He thrust up and drove deep inside her. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.

He pulled back and entered her again. “You’re so tight, wet. I can’t hold back. Feels too good, baby.”

“Don’t. I want all of you.”

He slammed into her harder, deeper. His balls pulled up close to his body. He let her hands go and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips. “I need to come.”

“Wait. Not yet,” she said, breathlessly.

He stopped moving. “Why?”

“I want to be on top. I want to make you come.”

“Whatever you want.” He pulled out of her and led her to the chaise lounge. “Here okay?”

She nodded.

He lay down and stroked his cock while he watched her straddle him. She pulled his hand away and gripped his cock. She rubbed the head against her pussy. The head slipped into her snug passage and she braced her palms on his chest. She dropped down and cried out as his cock rammed up in her.

The same white heat consumed him and he reached up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them and pulled on her nipples as she found her rhythm and rode him unabashedly. Any hint of inhibition she exhibited earlier was nowhere to be found now and it drove him crazy.

His hands slid down to hold her hips. He watched her tits bounce from her efforts. His cock swelled inside her.

She looked down at him, her hair hanging forward around her face. Her mouth was open slightly as she moaned. “Come with me, Zander.”

He pressed his thumb to her clit and made small circles over it as she moved faster, taking him deeper. Her pussy clenched on his dick and her eyes rolled back. She dug her fingers into his chest.

He couldn’t wait and lifted his pelvis to increase the rhythm until he couldn’t get any deeper inside her. He held her there and his cock pulsed, filling her with his hot release.

Jill pitched forward, her cheek rested on his chest. “Damn. I don’t think I can walk.”

He rubbed his hands over her back and kissed the top of her head. “Then stay right here. We can make some more music together.”

Look for a special Valentine’s Day short story on February 14, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.