Weekend lagniappe: eXcerpt from The Sixth Lover by Alice Gaines

Shortly after the beginning of the second act, Carole had her first visitor—a woman, long-limbed, very elegant and most likely in her fifties. She forged her way right in and took the chair next to Carole’s.

She smoothed an errant curl with a bit of gray in it back from her temple. “Well, young lady, you’ve caused quite a stir. No doubt that was your intent.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Ah, American,” the woman said. “No wonder no one recognized you.”

“Mrs. Carole Rose from New York.”

Instead of doing the obviously courteous thing—returning the introduction—her visitor pretended to look around. “Mr. Rose doesn’t seem to be in attendance.”

“He died several months ago.”

“My condolences. My mouth gets away from me sometimes. I’m Bertina Hammond, Lady Blakely, but my friends call me Bert.”

“I’m glad to make your acquaintance, Lady Blakely.”

“Well done, Mrs. Rose.” The lady’s smile broadened.

“Because I addressed you formally?”

“Because you didn’t assume I’m your friend.”

The music swelled as the tenor finished his aria. Applause rolled through the theater, as people jumped to their feet. Maybe some of them had listened to the singing. Carole also rose, as did her visitor. They clapped politely for a while and then sat back down.

“So, have you satisfied your curiosity, Lady Blakely?” Carole asked.

“Not entirely.”

“I’m not very interesting.”

The lady laughed. You couldn’t call it actual mirth, but it had a musical quality to it. “A woman alone in one of the best boxes? You had to know you’d attract attention.”

“I hadn’t counted on you to visit.”

“I daresay not, but ah, yes…here he is.”

Lady Blakely turned toward the back of the box, and Carole followed her gaze. Mr. Harthorn entered, went straight to her visitor, and placed a light kiss on her cheek.

“Hello, Bert,” he said.

“Hello, darling,” Lady Blakely answered. “I might have known you’d show up.”

“I can never stay away from you for long,” he answered.

“Liar.” Lady Blakely patted his cheek and rose. “Behave yourself with Mrs. Rose here. She’s American and doesn’t understand our ways.”

“No one understands your ways, Bert,” the man said.

“You’re such a bastard.” The lady rested her hand on Carole’s shoulder. “Watch out for this one.”

“Thank you for stopping by,” Carole said.

Lady Blakely left the box with an angry rustle of silk.

Mr. Harthorn sat in the now vacant chair next to Carole. “You mustn’t pay any attention to Bert. Her claws are sharp but don’t go very deep.”

“Do all people in England wander in without an introduction?” Carole asked.

“We’ve met.”

She studied him. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and his sable hair curled around his collar in a style too long for proper fashion. With his long legs and broad shoulders, he cut quite a figure. He was an indecently attractive man and obviously knew it.

“This afternoon, although we weren’t introduced,” he said. “I’m Roger Harthorn, as I’m sure your companion told you. She was quite scandalized.”

“You know Mrs. Carter?”

“I’ve observed her type often enough.” He gave her an insolent smile that dazzled, even in the near-darkness of the theater. “The posture gives them away as well as they way they pretend not to be staring. Dudgeon of the highest order.”

She couldn’t help but smile, too. He’d described the solicitor’s wife to a T.

“Do you enjoy the opera, Mr. Harthorn?” she asked.

“I tolerate it well enough,” he answered. “You?”

“I like it very much.”

“Don’t tell me I’ve finally met someone who comes here for the music,” he said.

“I’ll admit that wasn’t my only reason.” Her cheeks grew warm. They’d be quite pink now, but with any luck, he wouldn’t notice in the dim light. She’d never learned how to flirt, and at her age, she’d probably never catch up.

“You hoped to be seen, or you wouldn’t have taken a whole box for yourself,” Harthorn said. “I hope the person’s worth all the trouble and expense.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“A man. Of course. Give me his name, and I’ll arrange an introduction.”

Damn. What did she say to that? She didn’t have a name and didn’t want to meet anyone else, anyway. but she’d never find the nerve to tell Harthorn she’d come looking for him.

“A secret, eh? Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s seen you.” Harthorn rested his arm on the back of her chair and leaned close enough to put his lips near her ear. “He noticed you this afternoon well enough.”

Ah, yes. The brush of his fingers on her table as he’d gone by. “I don’t see how you could know that.”

“Mrs. Rose, let’s not toy with each other.” His voice came low and sweet, his breath tickling her ear. “We forged a connection this afternoon.”

“You’re exaggerating a bit, aren’t you?”

“Not at all. I haven’t reacted this powerfully to a woman since I was a lad.” He took her hand and set it in his lap, pressing her palm against the front of his pants.

Oh, dear Lord. She tried to pull her fingers away, but he held them there. “I got this way from simply watching you sip tea.”

Her heart hammered, and she had to remind herself to breathe. After all these months, she had her hand on a man’s member. Through his pants, yes, but the outline was unmistakable—long and thick and so very hard. Exactly what she craved. Deep inside, her own sex got the connection he’d spoken of. Despite the impossible situation, her pussy felt empty, begging for what it hadn’t had for so long.

No—had never had. Oscar was never like this.

“So, will you slap my face now?” Harthorn asked.

She swallowed around the lump in her throat. “No.”

“By God, you’re direct. An Englishwoman would have dodged and dallied.”

“I’m too old to dally,” she said.

“And thank the Almighty for that.” He bent toward her again, this time placing a soft kiss on the naked skin of her shoulder. “May I know your first name?”

“It’s Carole.”

“Carole,” he repeated, before gently nibbling his way toward her neck. Her breathing grew labored as he left pinpricks of fire everywhere he touched her.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered against her throat.

“You’d better stop. Someone might see.”

He straightened and turned her head toward his. “You’re an innocent.”

“I was married for ten years.”

“But you’re still innocent, aren’t you?”

“I knew my husband on our wedding night.” She tried again to free her hand from where it rested against his crotch. He still didn’t release it.

“But you were a virgin then,” he said.

“That’s the way it’s usually done.”

“How sweet.” That delicious smile curled his mouth. “And you haven’t had a man since he died.”

Since some months before, but she couldn’t betray her husband by confessing it. Instead, she bit her lip and did her best to calm her trembling.

“That only makes me hotter, Carole. My cock’s throbbing now,” he said.

“Shall I stroke it?” Good Lord in heaven, where had that come from? “Through the fabric, I mean.”

A light of pure mischief entered his eyes. “You’d like to do that?”

“I find it fascinating.” She squeezed him, pressing the head with the tips of her fingers. “Could I make you spend that way?”

He sucked in a breath. “I daresay you could.”

“Would anyone notice, do you think?”

“They can’t see into my lap.”

“Will they see this?” She reached lower, between his legs where his sac would be and stroked it softly. That took the mischief from his eyes, but his lips still stayed in that lazy smile. He turned back toward the stage, pretending to follow the opera, but they both knew none of the music penetrated his brain.

What fun. She’d never, in her life, expected to do anything like this, but Thomas had opened her mind to all kinds of delicious possibilities. Thomas. Darling Thomas. Why had she never asked him if he liked opera? She’d have to do that in her next letter. Then, she’d have to ask if he’d like to sit in a public place with her hand on his cock. For now, she’d pretend he was here with her now as she used gentle pressure against the length of his shaft. Up, down, and up again to linger at the tip.

“You do that very well,” Harthorn said. “I wouldn’t think you inexperienced.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

He let out a soft moan. “This won’t take long at all.”

“You mustn’t give anything away with your expression,” she said. “Your friend, Bert, may be watching us.”

“She won’t tell. She likes her husband’s money too much.”

“And you know secrets he wouldn’t want to hear,” she said.

“I say…” His eyes drifted halfway shut. “Could we discuss it later?”

“Of course.” She moved her fingers faster, gripping him as tightly as she could manage through the wool of his pants. He sat rigidly, and his eyes went out of focus with pleasure.

“Talk to me,” he whispered. “Something filthy.”

“Would you like to fuck me, Roger?” There. She’d said it. The worst word she knew.

“God, yes.”

“I’d like that, too. My cunny’s getting damp for you.” That was no lie. Who would have thought that she, a virtuous widow with hardly a dirty thought until a few months ago, would find herself with a perfect stranger like this? Sitting in public, stimulating his sex and telling him she wanted him. “But you won’t have me, will you? No, you’re going to spend in your pants like a schoolboy.”

“Oh…ah…don’t stop.”

“No one can know what I’m doing to you, or I will stop,” she said. “Promise me you won’t make a noise when you come.”

He gritted his jaw. “Bloody hell.”

“Do it, or I’ll leave you hanging.” She paused in her work on his tool. She wouldn’t leave him this way. If nothing else, she wanted to see what he’d do when the climax hit him.

“I promise,” he said in a strangled whisper. “Have mercy. Finish me.”

She squeezed the tip of him and then stroked his length—hard and fast, all the way to the base. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as his body stiffened. His hips jerked as he climaxed, but he made no sound above a soft grunt. Such a sight he made—the male animal consumed by lust. She’d never watched a man’s face at the ultimate moment before. She’d see Thomas in this state eventually, and he’d witness her ecstasy, too. Right now, Roger Harthorn slumped against his chair, breathing heavily. She finally reclaimed her hand setting it in her own lap.

“That was extraordinary,” he said softly.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Like? My dear Carole. The word is inadequate.”

Pride glowed inside her. The idea of taking other lovers had seemed silly and even morally bankrupt when she only wanted one man—Thomas. but she could learn so much before she joined him. How much better to go to him fully prepared to fulfill his wildest fantasies than to have to grope blindly for just the right caresses to make him wild with wanting her.

Yes, Thomas had had it right. She’d experiment with other men and give the benefit of her lessons to her ultimate lover.

“You’re grown pensive,” Roger said. “That didn’t repulse you, did it?”

“Not at all.”

“You seemed willing. Even eager.” His face showed uncertainty, even worry. For heaven’s sake, the scandalous fellow who’d bedded any woman he wanted, actually cared about her opinion of him.

“It was a revelation,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Nor have I. I usually entertain the lady.” The wicked heat returned to his eyes. “Would you like me to do the same for you?”

She nearly gasped with surprise. “Your hand under my skirts at the opera?”

“Not right now. It’ll be intermission soon.”

“You’ll have to rejoin your friends,” she said.

“Eyebrows will rise if I don’t.”

“Eyebrows have probably already risen.”

“No doubt about that.” He chuckled. “Still, I want enough time to do the job properly.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Will you be here tomorrow night?”

She smiled and nodded.

“I’ll see you then.” He leaned toward her again. “In the meantime, don’t touch your pearl. I want it hungry for my touch.”

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Weekend Lagniappe - EXcerpt "Sex after Death" by Alice Gaines

Sex After Death

Alice Gaines
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In Katy's dream, the man had grown to full size and turned to flesh, but he still held the chill of stone as his body moved over hers. She lay in her bed, somehow able to glance around her room through closed lids. She couldn't see him, but she could feel him, his hands roaming her breasts, his fingers rough around her nipples.

She tried to touch his back to prove he was really there, but her arm wouldn't move. Nothing would move, even when she concentrated on no more than getting her big toe to ease upward.

Her invisible lover had paralyzed her, and though none of this was real, she knew with a dreamer's certainty the creature making such thorough love to her was the planter/statue she'd bought a few hours before, Sir Hung-like-a-horse.

Would she finally get to see his cock fully engorged? More important, would she get to feel it between her legs, seeking the entrance to her pussy and then easing its way in?

As soon as the thought had lodged in her head, it traveled all the way down to her sex and stuck there. Moisture pooled between her thighs. Her body prepared itself for sex well enough even if it wouldn't let her move to get any.

Achy and throbbing, her clit demanded attention. She needed to come. Needed it strongly enough to reduce her to begging. If she could touch herself, she'd climax quickly. Even better if she could get him to touch her with the fingers currently massaging her breasts.

The best of all would be if she could have his cock inside her. No more than a few thrusts, and she'd explode all around him.

Please, her mind shouted, but no more than a whimper came out of her mouth. In response, he continued his torment of her breasts, but now he also nipped gently at her shoulder. His breath fanned over her flesh -- not cold, exactly, but not hot like a human lover's. Cool.

If she could see him... if she could speak... lift her arms to invite him into an embrace and part her legs to make room for him, maybe he'd give her what she needed. At least she could reach to his cock to discover if it had grown long and thick.

After several moments, his hand finally began a slow journey over her belly while his mouth covered one nipple. He sucked with exactly the right pressure to make her heart thunder in her chest.

Her own harsh breathing filled the room, the sound of a woman becoming hopelessly aroused. The throbbing between her legs grew into a fire. So hot. He could put it out if he'd only touch her. He could fix her by giving her the orgasm just out of her reach.

This time, her mind shrieked Please! and a cry bounced off the bedroom walls all around them.

Low, soft laughter answered. A rumbling baritone. He knew what he was doing to her, and he enjoyed it. Could this be the curse? Eternal arousal with no satisfaction could certainly feel like hell. Maybe she shouldn't have watered him, after all. And maybe all the superstition had created a perfectly normal erotic dream. She'd never had one like this before.

It felt so fucking real, as if she really were in bed with an invisible man whose cool touch was turning her molten inside. Was his cock erect? If so, had it maintained its huge size? Could she take it all inside her without any pain? God, she'd give anything to find out. Anything.

As if he'd read her mind, he moved over her and settled between her legs. The tip of his hard-on pressed against her inner thigh -- the swollen head, firm but very human and not cold at all. So hot, it burned as if it had to bathe in her juices to put the fire out.

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Twenty-One

My darling Richard,

Thank you for my presents and the delightful recounting of your exploits at Sir Walter’s salon.  I had to laugh at the image of all you men sitting in various chairs in Sir Walter’s drawing room, cocks at the ready, with a like number of women kneeling between your legs.  I have no doubt that your rod was the biggest and most beautiful there.  And I can personally testify to your ability to delay your own release in service of some grander purpose…usually to increase my pleasure.

How perceptive of this “Jane” to choose you for that particular game.  I suspect, as you did, that she’d observed your performance during our visit together at Sir Walter’s and concluded she could use your stamina for her own ends.  That she chose winning a game over having you as a lover says much about her.  Certainly, no one in Sir Walter’s acquaintance needs prize money, so she must value competition and victory over her own sexual pleasure.  What an interesting creature.  We must surely take her to our bed, if she’s agreeable, when we next are able to spend any amount of time in each other’s embrace.  I’m sure I can make use of her talented mouth and will happily return the favor with you looking on.

I must convince X to come back to town soon so we can put our plan into motion.  I fear if I stay here one more day, the ivy that covers the walls will climb into my bedroom, wrap its tendrils around my limbs as I sleep, and anchor me to the place forever.  Of course, were it to bind me to the bed to await your kiss to awaken me, you could break the spell, like the prince who freed Sleeping Beauty.  In our story, the kiss wouldn’t grace my mouth but would fall squarely onto the lips between my legs.

What fancies.  My mind wanders to the strangest places, powered by loneliness and unsatisfied lust.  I need a good dose of your loving to bring my imagination back under control.  Until I can take my pleasure in your arms, I’ll have to make do with your presents.

And what sensual treats they are.  I recognized the dildo for what it was immediately.  Shaped like a human phallus, it’s long and thick with a prominent head.  So skillfully made out of one piece of leather, it feels almost like a human cock when warmed between my palms.  I’ll make good use of it.  It won’t satisfy me, despite it’s considerable girth, but I’ll pretend it’s you and enjoy the fullness in my pussy.

The other contraption had me stumped, I will admit.  Shorter and more slender than the dildo, it’s made of polished wood with an odd disc at the tip.  The face of said disc is covered with smooth nubs.  No matter how I studied it, I couldn’t find anything that resembled human anatomy that might give me a clue to the device’s use.

Then, I spotted a key that still lay inside the package you sent.  It fit into a lock at the base of the strange object.  When I twisted, nothing appeared to happen, although a clicking sound from inside told me I’d tripped some mechanism.  Sure enough, when I removed the key from the lock, the tiny machine came to life, the disc at the end rotating and vibrating for several seconds.

My darling, what an intriguing puzzle you put before me.  So like you to give me no clue to how it works but leave me to figure it out through my own investigation.  After re-inserting the key, I twisted more, this time giving it several full turns.  As I’d guessed, the thing stayed in motion longer, and I finally figured out its function.  I’m going to take both of these to my room and will finish this letter once I’ve completed my experiments.

I do love you, dearest Richard.  Off to play…

I’m back, beloved, and oh, my, what a delightful hour I’ve passed.  After I undressed and stretched out on my bed, I spent delicious minutes using the dildo to tease my poor cunny.  I’d press the head against the entrance to my sex, easing it in no more than an inch or so and then pulling it back out again.  I drove myself into quite a state in that manner, my sex becoming wet enough not only to accept the firm shaft inside me but to demand it.  Finally, I had no choice but to press deeper.

With one hand manipulating the dildo in and out of my cunny, I had the other free to squeeze a breast and tug at the nipple.  I imagined the pressure came from your chest against me as you moved inside me.  I wasn’t completely successful in that regard, but that hardly mattered with such a large object plundering my depths.  I became more and more aroused and might have climaxed with no more stimulation than this, but of course, my mind wandered to the other machine you’d sent.  How wonderful would it feel to have the good services of both the dildo and the vibrating disc.

Though I had to stop the thrusting to reach for the device where I’d set it on the table next to my bed, I delayed the impending orgasm in hopes of giving myself one even better.  I took the time to turn and turn the key in the base until it wouldn’t move for even one more twist.  Once I’d put it against my pearl, I wouldn’t want for it to stop.

It made a most satisfying hum as it whirred to life, and now I could employ both of your gifts at once.  I resumed a vigorous thrusting, plunging the dildo in and out of my pussy while I guided the rotating tip of the other devise against my clitoris.  My most precious lover, the sensations overwhelmed me completely.  I could scarcely breathe as my lust caught me in its grip.  I could only just hold onto enough sanity to continue moving the leather shaft inside me as I approached the crest.

At the end, even that required more sanity than I could manage, and I gave up on all efforts other than holding the disc against my pearl.  The climax nearly lifted me off the bed, and I must have let out a cry.  Anyone outside in the hall would have heard me.  When the spasms started, my inner muscles gripped at the dildo, finding its hardness more than satisfying.  Though the orgasm felt as if it would go on forever, it did eventually end, and I fell back against the mattress, gasping in an effort to draw air into my lungs.  The vibrating device fell beside me, still spinning.  It continued for some time, reassuring me that it would have lasted much longer, had I needed it to.  A very clever little machine and a true gift to womanhood.  I hope the designer has become rich from it.

In this manner, I spent the good part of an hour, enjoying orgasm after orgasm until I’d quite exhausted myself.  Finally, limp with satisfaction, I lay quietly with only enough strength to listen to my own breathing.  Eventually, the hour for dinner approached, and I only had time to finish this letter before I’d have to dress.

I have no more than a few minutes before my maid comes to do up my hair.  I scarcely know why I bother as X never remarks on my appearance, and his guests in the God forsaken place care for nothing but card games and the health of their pigs.  Still, a woman in my position must maintain a certain standard of living.  As a result, I can only dash off a few more words to remind you of the depth of my feelings for you.  Only you would know me well enough to select these gifts - exactly what I need to keep me sane until we can be together again.

Still, we must contrive to see each other again.  If I can’t persuade X that we need to return to town, perhaps I can conceive of some excuse that I should take an excursion.  We could meet somewhere, maybe another little cottage of our own.  I desire you with all my body, heart, and soul.

Well now, just see what an afternoon with your sex toys has done for me.  Expect more letters in this vein from me in the near future.  Until we can again gaze on each other’s faces, I remain,

Your devoted X

Open Your Eyes

Content Advisory: Oral sex, m/f sex

After all this time, they were finally able to line all the stars up and plan a weekend getaway. She was nervous driving up to the cabin, spying the smoke swirling from the chimney. She reminded herself that this was for fun. Two people who found something in each other that fulfilled a particular need. Nate had a fetish for big breasts and Renee yearned for a large cock.

After her marriage failed, she vowed she would never settle for a guy who was hung like a chipmunk again. She was going to experiment and take some chances. So, she threw caution to the wind when Nate asked her if she’d like to meet and act out all the cybersex they’d been having. She was hesitant at first but after talking online for nearly a year and exchanging photos of body parts, she was ready and horny beyond belief.    

They agreed ahead of time to have a no questions asked escape clause in case either of them felt uncomfortable or changed their mind about the escapade. She grabbed her overnight bag and her purse and climbed the stairs to the front door.

She knocked once and turned around to take in the landscape. There were no neighbors within view and the house was virtually secluded by a thick copse of oaks and pines. She heard the door unlatch and waited for a second. She was mortally afraid that he wouldn’t like her. Closing her eyes, she slowly turned around.

He laughed. “Why are your eyes closed?”

“I’m nervous.”

“Here, let me take your bag and I’ll lead you inside like you’re blind.” He took her hand and gently pulled her across the threshold and into the warmth of the house. “What are you afraid you’ll see?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you afraid I look like a toad?”

“No. I’m afraid I look like a toad.” A giggle escaped her and she peeked one eye open.

“No more hiding, come on. Open your eyes. We’ve waited so long.” His voice was deep and rich and familiar from the few phone calls they’d shared.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes. He was cute. Better looking than she expected. Dark hair, light eyes, nice build. She stole a glance at his crotch. That was what she was here for, right?

She shrugged out of her jacket, knowing that he was waiting to see her boobs. She’d worn a tight t-shirt to give him  preview.

His eyes immediately fell to her chest, but he was quick and brought them up to her face. “You’re really pretty.” He reached out and touched a strand of her hair and looked down at her breasts again.

She laughed. “It’s okay. Go ahead and look. This is what we signed up for.” She was remarkably at ease. Probably because they had been talking so long and he didn’t feel like a stranger in the least.

He offered her a glass of wine and she accepted. A little liquid courage was just what she needed. For days, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about having his cock inside her. She downed the wine.

“We both know what we’re here for. Let’s not waste a single minute. I have an agenda.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You have an agenda?”

“Of course, and the first order of business is to get you out of those pants. We need to get his tension out of the way and then we can relax a little.”

She reached for the button at his waist and quickly unzipped his jeans, slipping her hand inside. He was already hard and she dropped to her knees, tugging his pants down. The pictures she’d seen didn’t do him justice. His cock was long, thick and beautiful. Her mouth watered.

“Wait. Take off your shirt. I have an agenda, too.” He smiled at her and she pulled her shirt over her head. His hands slid down to cup her boobs, squeezing them. He reached around behind her, unclasping her bra and pulling it off her shoulders. “I want to fuck these,” he said, pinching her nipples, coaxing them to hard pebbles.

Her pussy responded, soaking her panties. She licked the drop of pre-come from tip of his cock before wrapping her lips around his dick. Moving up and down his cock, she licked and sucked him as he grew larger, harder.

His hands continued to play with her breasts, pinching and kneading. She worked him with her mouth and hand at the same time.

His hand moved up to her hair and his fingers tangled into it, grabbing a fistful. He held her head still while he pumped in and out of her mouth.

She traced her fingers up his torso, gliding over the pronounced muscles in his abdomen before reaching around to grab his ass.

He thrust into her mouth a few more times and pulled her up by hair. “Get these pants off now.”  She wiggled out of her jeans and panties and he guided her to the couch.

She lay on her back and he climbed on top of her, fisting his rock-hard cock. Knowing what he wanted, she squeezed her boobs together and he slipped his hot shaft between them. Still wet from her saliva, he slid in effortlessly and began fucking her tits. She opened her mouth and the head of his cock crossed her lips on every upstroke.

He moaned and moved faster as he watched himself fuck her the way they had talked about so many times. He covered her hands with his to hold her boobs tight around his throbbing dick. “I bet you want my cock in your pussy, don’t you? Are you going to be my little slut?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I am. Fuck me.”

“Let’s make sure you’re ready to take it first.” He slipped down her body, stopping to lick her nipples. He closed his lips on one, biting down softly.

She groaned, the sweet pull of his mouth coursed electricity through her body, setting her on fire. The ceiling fan spun slowly, affording a light breeze that caused goosebumps on her hot skin.   

He took his time moving from one breast to the other and back again. “I could suck your tits all day long. Your nipples are exquisite.” He sucked one hard and moved lower down her body. He lifted her legs and used his fingers to spread her lips open. He buried his face into her pussy. His tongue found her clit and made slow circles around it.

She grabbed his head as he sucked her swollen nub into his mouth. He slipped two fingers inside her, moving them in and out slowly. Her legs began to shake and she whimpered. Every conscious thought focused on that one spot he ministered to. He sucked her clit harder and curled his fingers inside her.

On the verge of passing out, sparks erupted behind her eyes. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, pulling them deeper into her wet slit. He didn’t stop and flicked her clit with his tongue. He knew what she liked, she had told him before while pleasuring herself.

“Now you’re wet enough to take my big cock,” he grinned. “Turn around, get on your hands and knees. I’m about to fuck you harder and deeper than you’ve ever been fucked.”

His words made her hotter and she did as she was told.

He moved up behind her, his hand rubbing over her ass before gripping her hip.  The tip of his dick slid around her pussy before he pushed the head into her.

She moaned, loving the instant friction. He fed her one inch after another until his balls rested tightly against her body. She’d never fucked anyone his size before. Every nerve ending inside her was stimulated at once and she was already on the verge of coming again.

“How does it feel to have this much cock in your tight little pussy?” He slammed into her.

“God, it feels so good.” She moaned and dug her nails into the fabric of the couch. “Fuck me, fuck me harder.”

With that, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled his cock out of her and plunged back in with more force.

She screamed and squeezed the pillow on the couch. She spread her knees a little further to accommodate him.

He pumped in and out of her mercilessly. His balls slapped against her, tickling her clit. He pulled her arms behind her back, leaving her face against the pillow. The deeper he went the more she cried out.

“Don’t stop.” She loved being restrained while he fucked her from behind. He was in complete control and it turned her on even more.

Using one hand to keep her wrists together, he used the other to rub her hip. “I bet this ass is so tight. Mmm. Let’s see.” He pressed a finger inside her, moving it in and out in the same rhythm he fucked her pussy.

The intrusion hurt briefly but quickly turned to pleasure. She moaned and arched her back.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? My finger in your ass and my dick deep in your pussy?”

She nodded and pushed back against him. “It feels incredible.”

He pulled his dick out and stroked it with his hand. “Turn over. I want to come on your big tits and pretty face.”

 

She flipped over and held her boobs together again. “Come on me.”

He straddled her, while stroking his dick faster. His jaw tensed and hips moved forward.

She watched his cock swell and begin to throb.

“Fuck. Here it comes.” The first squirt hit her right breast and more quickly followed. Hot come covered her breasts and dripped from her chin.  

“Yes,” she moaned, licking her lips and savoring the salty flavor. “You taste so good.”

He leaned down and kissed her mouth for the first time. “You were worth the wait, Renee.”

She smiled and kissed him back. “So were you.”

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I Promise

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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

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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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