Play Me

Content Advisory: Erotic

The ivory keys of the piano were smooth, cold beneath her fingers. Jill couldn’t get the melody quite right. She stretched her arms out and stood to cross the room. The floor to ceiling window of her loft opened to a view of Central Park where people bustled about, jogging, walking their dogs and feeding ducks.

In the distance, she saw his form. Zander Cates was unmistakable in his posture and gait. The black jacket he wore blew open to reveal a black t-shirt, his standard uniform. Shaggy hair hung into his eyes which were always hidden by sunglasses. She didn’t know if he needed them to see or if he just liked to be mysterious. Whatever the case, he intrigued her and plenty of other women, too. He attracted groupies simply because he was famous and they all wanted their fifteen minutes with a star.

Jill was no groupie, but a colleague, a composer. Despite her efforts to keep things professional, every time she saw him little butterflies bounced inside her belly. He wasn’t traditionally handsome but she was drawn to so much more than his face. The moments when they were alone and he shared his poetry which turned into lyrics and music gave her a glimpse into the real him and his psyche was beautiful. She tried to push out the prurient thoughts that littered her mind at times. She wondered if he noticed how she blushed sometimes around him or how she stared too long.    

The buzzer rang. She pressed the enter button to let him in. A minute later there was a knock on the door. She opened it and couldn’t contain the grin that pulled at the edges of her mouth. She smoothed her long shirt over her hips, hoping that she looked okay. She never wore much makeup and her hair hung loose around her face.  

He handed her a paper bag which she knew already contained a bottle of his favorite wine. Strawberry Hill. She’d never even heard of it before he came along but she’d developed a taste for it herself.  

“What’s up, J?”

“Not much. Come in.” She stepped aside.

“Looks like you’ve been working,” he said, picking up the sheets of music on the piano and studying the notes she’d written.

“I’m struggling with the melody on this.” She took two glasses from the cabinet in the kitchen and poured some of the pink, fizzy liquid into each. Handing one to him, she said, “I’m lost, I guess.”

They drank the whole bottle of wine while he looked over the pages, even the ones she’d crumpled up and thrown on the floor. “I think I know what the problem is here.” He straightened all the pages and stacked them on the floor.

Covered in soft, red velvet, the chaise lounge was her favorite piece of furniture in the house and they often sat on it to discuss their writing. She tucked her feet underneath her and rolled her neck. “What?”

“You’re not feeling it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

He stood in front of her and set his glass on the small end table. “Stand up.”

She scooted off the couch and stood before him, her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

Dark glasses concealed his eyes and bridged his nose; full lips slightly parted. He almost looked like a predator ready to strike.

He touched her hair, tucking the strands behind her ears, his fingers lingering on her shoulders.

“Take off your glasses.”

He pulled them off and she saw his eyes for the first time. The pupils were almost indistinguishable against irises dark as ink. Such contrast against his pale skin. He began to hum the chords he’d played for her the night before when he penned the lyrics, simple yet beautiful.

The tension that lingered between them snapped. The butterflies in her stomach gave way to a deeper burn, a delicious ache.  

“Feel it?” he asked.

She nodded. The objects in the room faded away until she only saw his eyes, only heard his voice.

He took her hand and laid it flat in his own, using his other hand he touched her fingers as if playing keys on the piano. He mimicked the sound they would make in a light whisper. Then he placed her hand against his chest. “Touch is the strongest of senses.” His heart beat wildly against her palm. “The heart is like the percussion, the rush of blood is the rhythm, breath is the voice.”

   “Oh my God.” It made sense, she felt the music.

“Understand now?”

“Yes.” Her mind ran wild with the possibilities. What would happen if the feelings intensified?

He lowered his face to hers and stayed an inch away. “Shall we make some music now?”

She answered by kissing him. Initially, she only pressed her lips to his but her own heartbeat forced the crescendo in her mind. She needed more.

His arm circled her waist and his hand rested at the small of her back, gently pulling her closer.

She liked his hands, the agility and length of his fingers. There was a certain eroticism in watching a man strum a guitar with such precision. She imagined him strumming her body like that, making her sing on a breathless tone.

His tongue teased her lips before pushing between them, delving, invading.

She inhaled, catching the scent of something sweet, minty or maybe it was the taste of his mouth. Her senses went haywire and mingled together, melting her insides.

The evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against her stomach as his hips moved slightly in time with his tongue.

Her hand trailed down his chest to his belt. The metal studs layered in black leather were hard and smooth under her fingertips. She pulled at the buckle, loosening it enough to pull it off and drop it on the hardwood floor. There was something else hard and smooth she wanted to touch.

He cupped her breast, stroking her nipple through her shirt. The tip responded, hardening and tingling. She shivered and gasped against his mouth. Using both hands, she quickly unbuttoned his pants. Reaching inside, she found what she was looking for. His rigid cock emanated a delightful heat and she wrapped her fingers around it.

He stripped off his jacket and t-shirt before helping her with hers. His pants fell to his ankles and he toed off his shoes and kicked his jeans off. He wasted no time in peeling off her leggings and panties. “Jesus, you’re more beautiful than I imagined. Like poetry in motion.”

Standing naked in her music room, she moved closer. “Play me. Like you play your guitar, Zander.”

He licked his lips. “Lie down.”

She settled back on the chase lounge. He knelt between her legs and leaned over to kiss her collarbone. Warm lips made their way lower to tease her erect nipples. He pinched one between his thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth. His mouth closed on the other, sucking softly.

She moaned and tangled her fingers into his coarse hair. Her hips lifted involuntarily spurred only by primal need.

He kissed lower until his face was inches away from her mound. Those long fingers spread her folds open and he licked her from slit to clit. Looking into her eyes, he teased her with long strokes of his tongue.

Her breath hitched and her chest heaved. Bolts of heat coursed through her body. She squealed when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her thighs tightened against his head and she pulled his hair.

He used his strength to hold her legs open and pushed a finger inside her. He sucked harder and moved his finger faster, stroking that magical spot.

Her abdomen tightened and she arched her back. “I’m coming.”

He continued to thrust and lick, his hair tickling her thighs.

The peak came sharp and unapologetically, tossing her into the abyss of pleasure. Every nerve in her body short circuited and she gave in to it. She moaned his name. Her heart no longer beat in her chest but squarely between her legs.

He crawled up her body and smiled. “Your moan is like music, Jill.”

She couldn’t speak and just nodded, breathing fast and uneven.

His width forced her thighs open further and his cock sat hot and heavy against her pussy.

She lifted her legs and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her.

With one thrust, he buried himself deep. He groaned against her ear and ran his fingers through her auburn hair. Clutching her head, he stared into her eyes. “You feel so good, so slick and hot.”

“God, yes. Don’t stop.” A trancelike state descended.

His eyes burned into her, penetrating her soul as his cock pumped into her pussy, deep, hard and slow.

She lifted her head to kiss him, tasting the sweet remnants of herself on his lips and tongue.

He kissed her back, more aggressively. “Come again. Come with me.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders and gripped her hips.

She bit down on her lip and held onto his biceps for support.

He moved his hips faster, his dick sliding against that sensitive spot over and over.

Her pussy clenched as another wave struck her.

His arms stiffened. “Oh, yeah. That’s it. I’m coming, baby.” He plunged into her deep and gritted his teeth.

She screamed and dug her nails into his arms as her legs trembled and her pussy clamped down on his cock.

His hot release filled her and he collapsed on top her. He kissed her neck. “Damn.”

She laughed. “I think I can write that song now. Once I can feel my legs again, that is.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on February 9, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Pushing Limits

Content Advisory: Erotic

The sound of The Ramones drowned out the world. This was how she got her exercise, listening to punk music and bouncing around on her trampoline but with the snow outside, she was stuck jumping on her bed. The ceiling fan spun slowly over her head but with her stature, she needn’t worry about being decapitated by the wooden blades. She’d stopped growing in junior high leaving her at five-two and a half but she rounded it up to five-three.

The mirror across the room reflected her ridiculous attempt at shadow boxing. She made her best mean face and pooched her lips out while pretending to uppercut her imaginary opponent as she bounced from one side of the bed to the other feigning defensive moves.

She dropped onto her butt and reached over to grab her bottle of water. Her heart pumped hard and she breathed heavily. A fine layer of sweat coated her forehead and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. The soft cotton comforter cooled the burn in the backs of her legs.

Stretching her arms up over her head, she scooted to the edge of the bed and stripped her tank top off. She stood up and dropped her shorts and underwear and unhooked her bra. The clothes piled up on the floor and she walked into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. She avoided looking at herself naked in the mirror. The scars still bothered her. It was bad enough she had to feel them under her fingertips while she bathed; the raised edges like some kind of Braille on her skin that told a story of her pain.

She stepped under the hot water and smoothed her hair back. The pulse of the spray massaged her scalp and shoulders. She poured shampoo into her hand and rubbed it into her hair. The thick lather slipped between her fingers.

The shower curtain flew open and she screamed and covered her chest instinctively. “Jesus Christ, Gage. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” 

His smiled rivaled that of the Cheshire cat. “Hey, cupcake.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Jan laughed. “If you weren’t so cute, I’d throw soap in your eyes. Close that curtain, I’m freezing.”

He reached out and strummed her nipple. “I can tell. Want some company?”

The touch of his hand sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. “Sure.” She couldn’t even pretend she didn’t crave his touch.

He closed the curtain and a second later slipped into the shower with her. Leaning over, he kissed her shoulder and stepped under the water. “Let me wash your back.”

Jan turned around and closed her eyes. The soapy sponge glided effortlessly over her skin. Gage pulled her closer and held her waist. His cock pressed to her lower back.

She smiled. “That feels good.”

He moved her hair off her neck. “What feels good? The sponge or my dick?”

She reached back and closed her fingers around his length. “Mmm. Both.” The heat of his body and the water rendered her muscles fluid and relaxed.

His hips moved in response to her strokes and he groaned, his dick growing harder and longer in her grasp. “You drive me crazy, Jan.” He played with her nipple, pulling and pinching it.

“Mhm. You do me, too.”

“I want inside you.”

“Can we do it in here?” She contemplated the logistics. He was at least a foot taller than her.

He laughed. “Why not?”

She turned around to face him and looked up. “I’m not too short?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I’ll just pick you up and slide you right onto my cock. Perfect fit.” He winked.

She bit her lip. She wasn’t used to his mannerisms but the dirty talk turned her on more than she’d ever admit.

“But first I want you to come for me.” He sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled her toward him and patted his thigh. “Sit here, facing me.”

Jan straddled his thigh and held onto his shoulders. “Like this?”

He nodded and kissed her, sucking her lip. His palms slid over her nipples.

She moved on his leg, rubbing her pussy against the hard muscle. It wouldn’t take much to get her off, just the slight friction of her clit against his leg already made her pussy clench.

He broke from the kiss and squeezed her breast, wrapping his lips around her nipple. His other hand traveled down over her belly and separated her folds. He sucked the pink pebble and thumbed her clit. The combined pleasures drew a moan from her.

“God, Gage. I’m gonna come. Put your finger in me. Please,” she whimpered.

He lifted her ass up slightly and rammed two fingers inside her creating a delicious friction while his thumb rubbed circles over her clit. He trailed kisses across her chest and ministered to her other breast.  

Her toes curled and slipped against the wet porcelain of the tub. Time stood still in that moment as the first wave washed over her, numbing her skin to the hot water spraying on her back. Her thighs trembled and she looked at his face, unable to speak.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her in place and wiggled his fingers inside her. Their eyes remained locked as she pulled on his hair and breathed fast through her mouth. Her pussy clenched and released and clenched and released, over and over.

“I love knowing I’m doing that to you, making you lose control,” he whispered and pulled her face down to kiss her. His tongue probed her mouth.

Her muscles relaxed. When he pulled his fingers out of her, she squeaked and dropped down on his leg.

He smiled and stroked his cock. “Ready for more, cupcake?” He kissed her nose.

Jan looked down and took a deep breath. “I can’t…”

He tipped her chin up, concern etched in his furrowed brow. “You can’t what?”

She reached for his dick. “I can’t get enough.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He gently lifted her off his lap and stood up. He studied her momentarily before picking her up off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”

The slippery wetness of their skin made it hard to hold on but Gage’s hands grasped her ass and held her tight against him. She slipped her arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. “Is this going to work?”

In response, he lifted her ass and impaled her on his cock. The thick, hardness stabbed deep inside her and she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her scream.

He growled against her ear and lifted her up and lowered her again. “Jesus. You’re so fucking tight.”

The water dripped from his hair to her face and ran down between her breasts. He leaned his back against the tiled wall and bounced her on his cock. The muscles in his arms flexed and bulged with the effort of supporting her and the steady rhythm of fucking her.

Her fingers clawed at his shoulders and she moaned unabashedly. Never had she felt so full; so helpless; so alive. He held her still and pumped into her, hard enough to make her teeth chatter.

“I want to be all the way inside you. Let me sit down.”

She couldn’t imagine he wasn’t already all the way inside her and she wasn’t sure she could take more than he was giving her.

He lowered her to her feet and sat down in the tub. He took her hand and kissed the back of it before pulling her down to straddle his lap. The tub was too short for him to fully stretch his legs out.

The water from the shower sprayed over her back as she kissed his lips. “Be careful with me.” She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to say that. She often spoke without thinking around him. There was a level of comfort she was unaccustomed to. She trusted him. 

He smiled against her mouth. “Always. You know you only need ask and I’ll stop any time.” His teeth scraped her chin. “We all have limits. I don’t think we know yours yet.”

Jan rubbed her pussy over his cock. Being on top gave her the power to control him when he got enthusiastic. “You have limits?”

He nodded. “Very few but yes.” He squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. “You’re killing me, Jan.” He raised his hips beneath her. “You’re going to make me beg?”

She shook her head. “No. But it’s fun to tease you a little.”

“Teasing leads to trouble, sweetheart.”

She eased the head of his cock into her opening. “Mmm. I like this kind of trouble.” Pushing harder, she took a little more. She loved how unyielding his shaft was. Her softness conceded to his invasion, stretching to accommodate him.

Gage gripped her hips and tensed his jaw. His green eyes went dark. “More.”

The edge of the bathtub served as leverage as she slowly received him. She leaned her head back, the water spraying her hair. At this angle, she could take all of him and pushed her body flush with his. She moved her hips to and fro with just enough force to cause friction over her G-spot. “Mmm. God. I’m coming. I’m…”

“Yes. You are. Mmm.” Gage held her and let her move as she wanted.

Her pussy convulsed and her body trembled like before. She moaned and let go of the edge of the tub and grabbed his arms.  Loud moans escaped her. She’d never been so vocal with anyone else but she couldn’t hold it in with him.

“The sounds you make…damn.” Gage pulled her forward, cupping the back of her head and looking into her eyes. “I need to come.” His hips lifted beneath her and his cock twitched inside her.

She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh at the curve of her hips and he manipulated her body.

Jan could only hold on to him and absorb his thrusts, deep and hard. She cried out from pain and pleasure. She couldn’t handle him fucking her that aggressively for long but he was close to climaxing. She scratched at his back and panted.

Gage’s body tensed, his grip on her hips tightening, bruising her delicate flesh. He slammed her ass down on him and his cock pulsed, spurting his hot release deep inside her.

The water turned cool as he kissed her cheek. “This pussy nearly kills me.”

Jan sat up and glared at him. “That’s a really romantic thing to say.”

His face softened. “I’m sorry, cupcake.” He massaged her back and pulled her close. He smoothed her hair away from her ear. “I love you, Jan. You’re my best friend.”

Her heart dropped. She thought she’d made a big mistake telling him that last time. He’d reacted like she’d poured ice water over his head and disappeared for two days. Since then, she had put the idea of love out of her mind. But now, he said it back.

She smiled. “I love you, too.”

He turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist before draping a towel around Jan’s shoulders. In one swoop, he lifted her off her feet.

She buried her face against his neck as he carried her to bed.   

Look for Melissa’s next short story on January 26, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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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.

There's No Place Like You

Content Advisory: Erotic

The clock on the wall chimed as it struck midnight. “Happy New Year, cupcake.” Gage kissed her on the cheek and refilled her glass. “I have something for you.”

“Really?” Jan sipped the champagne. “What is it?”

“Hold on.” He stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

Jan smirked at him and tucked her feet under her legs, settling against the cushion on the couch.

He went to his room and carefully removed the guitar from the beat up case. The guitar had been a gift from his mom for his seventeenth birthday. The wood was still light and shiny but definitely showed wear. Little scratches marred the surface and a stray string stuck out from the machine heads.

It was easy to play in front of a crowd but to play for one person, with no other distractions, wrecked his nerves. He’d been working on this for a week and didn’t want to fuck it up.

She sat where he’d left her with a sweet smile on her face and slight blush in her cheeks. The Ramones t-shirt was a little tight across her chest and distracted him for a moment. She had a quirky style and he liked it and it didn't hurt that she had great boobs.  

Gage took a drink from his glass and put it back on the coffee table. He cleared his throat. “I…uh…wrote you a song.”

Her smile broadened revealing a slight overbite that almost touched her bottom lip. “You wrote a song? For me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s not finished but I wanted to share it with you. See what you think.”

“Wow. God, Gage, I don’t know what to say.” Jan clasped her hands together and squealed. 

“Let me sing it for you then you can find something to say. And if it sucks, let me down easy.” He laughed and balanced the guitar on his knee.

“I’m sure it’s lovely.”

“Not as lovely as you." He winked at her. "Here goes.”

She bit down on her bottom lip and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

Gage wrapped his fingers around the neck of the guitar. The song was different than what he usually wrote. Ballads weren't really his thing but when the muse appeared, he took advantage of it. He strummed the strings with the opening melody. “If you’re wounded, it’s okay to bleed. I’ll take your hand and try to lead. I’d been lost for so long, traveling alone. Then I saw your broken smile and it felt like home.” He smiled and continued strumming the guitar and thumping his hand against the soundboard in absence of any real percussion.

Tears spilled down her cheeks. Dark lashes fanned her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. 

He closed his eyes and took deep breath. “Don’t lie. Don’t cry. Don’t hide on the inside. Give me your pain, ‘til nothing remains. There’s no place like you, no place like you.”

Gage tapped his foot to keep time. He smiled at her. “It’s okay to hurt, it’s okay to bleed. I’m not here to judge, just say what you need. I see the cracks in your soul, I’ll make you whole…again.” He put the power behind his voice for the chorus. “Don’t lie. Don’t cry. Don’t hide on the inside. Give me your pain, ‘til nothing remains. There’s no place like you, no place like you. Take…me…home.”

He leaned the guitar against the couch and Jan got up on her knees and broke into applause. Smudges of mascara gave her a doe-like appearance and the light from the candle on the mantle lent an ethereal glow to the hue of her eyes.

“I’m…oh, my God. That was beautiful. The best thing anyone has ever given me.” Without warning, she launched onto his lap and covered his mouth with hers. The little denim skirt she wore slid up her thighs giving him a brief peek at her panties.

The sweet taste of her tongue tangled with her sent blood rushing straight to his cock. He gripped her hips and pressed her down against him.  

He kissed her hard and pulled away. “Now, that is a thank you.”

She looked down at him. “I can’t even tell you how that made me feel.” She bit her lip and rubbed against his crotch. “I feel that though.”

“Yeah. I can’t hide it.” He pinched her nipple through her shirt. “I’ll sing to you more often if this is what it gets me.”

Jan cupped his face, her fingertips touching his neck. She whispered, “I want to taste you.” Her eyelids dropped suggestively and her tongue slid lasciviously over her lips.

Gage grinned. “Be my guest.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

She climbed off his lap and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her dark blue eyes never broke contact with his as she unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside.

When her hand wrapped around his cock, he inhaled sharply. Lifting up, he pushed his pants over his hips to give her better access.

She followed his lead and pulled them down around his ankles and off completely. Nudging his legs apart, she scooted between  his thighs. “Take your shirt off, too.” She ran her fingernails lightly up the tops of his thighs.

He quickly stripped his shirt off. Already his balls tightened in anticipation of her sweet lips circling his dick. He resisted the urge to pull her face into his lap and instead let her do her own thing.

She touched him with curiosity, sliding her fingers up to the head of his cock and rubbing the slit, spreading the bead of moisture.

There was something arousing about the way she looked at him, studied him. Her other hand crawled up his chest and teased his nipple. He laughed. “You act like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”

She looked to the side like she was thinking about something. “I’ve never really had the opportunity to take my time. Everything was always rushed.” She squeezed his cock and her eyes went wide. “And I’ve never seen one like this.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I hope that’s a compliment.”

She nodded and smiled. “Oh, yes. It’s very nice and really large.”

He tilted his head back and tried not to laugh too loud. She was so serious, like she was commenting on the clarity of a diamond. “Well, thank you.”

“Now lean back and be quiet.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The draft from the ceiling fan blew her hair into her face just as she licked the underside of his shaft. He tucked her tresses behind her ear. He wanted to watch her, to see her face.

He groaned when she closed her lips over the head and circled her tongue around it. His thighs tensed and he ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair.

The hot wetness of her mouth was almost as good as being buried in her pussy. She squeezed his hip and took him deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

 She tightened her lips around his shaft and gripped the base, moving her head faster. Her tongue rubbed over that spot on the underside of the head.

The friction brought him closer, his dick swelled and his balls ached. “I’m gonna come, Jan. Keep doing that.”

Her hand and mouth worked in tandem, stroking and sucking his cock. She hummed softly and breathed fast through her nose.

He grabbed her hair with one hand and the nape of her neck with the other and lifted his hips, instinctively trying to push in further.

His head dropped back against the couch but he kept his eyes on her face, her mouth, her lips stretched around the girth of him.

She looked up with those eyes and moaned and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck, yes.” He gripped her head with both hands. His cock pulsed, spurting his hot seed against the back of her throat.

Her nails dug into his thigh and her other hand moved faster, milking his dick. She swallowed and kept him in her mouth as he twitched.

He loosened his hold on her hair and exhaled.

Jan pulled back and licked her lips. “I love how you taste.”

Gage stood up and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her, tasting the salty remnants of himself on her tongue. He slipped her shirt up over her head and unhooked her bra. “I want you. I want to be inside you.”

She pushed her skirt and panties down her legs. “I’m so wet for you.” She took his hand and pushed his fingers between her folds. She stared up at him, her mouth slightly open.

“Mmm. Yes, you are.” His fingers slid easily around her clit. His heartbeat accelerated and his dick grew harder. Even though he just came, he was ready to go again.

The glass of champagne sloshed and spilled when her leg bumped the coffee table. “God. Make me come, Gage. Please.”

The whine in her voice heated his body and he turned her around. Sitting on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder and looked at him. He bit at her lips while his hands explored her pussy. He licked at the tip of her tongue and sucked it lightly as he played with her clit, teasing it into a hard, hot peak. She lifted her legs, opening them wider, moaning against his mouth.

He pushed his middle finger inside her. The glorious, tight passage had him on edge and he wanted to fuck her, feel her squeezing and coming on his dick.

She writhed against him, panting and when her body began to tremble he lifted her and angled his cock at her opening. She screamed as he lowered her onto him, her pussy sheathed him like a glove and pulsated in a familiar rhythm.

He continued to work her clit, squeezing and pressing on it. He cupped her breast and circled her nipple with his thumb.  

She whimpered and fell limp on him. “Mmm.”

He grinned. “You liked that, huh?”

She nodded.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” He lifted her off his lap and positioned her on her hands and knees on the couch. Reaching between her thighs, he stroked her pussy. Moving closer, he gripped her ass cheeks and drove into her.

Her fingers scratched at the fabric and she moaned loud.

He pulled out and plunged into her again and again.

She breathed heavily through her mouth and kept her eyes closed.

The soft skin of her back and curve of her hip beckoned him. He caressed her body while steadily thrusting in and out of her. The candle flickered on the mantle and cast a shadow over them. He leaned forward and covered her back with his body and wrapped an arm around her torso. His lips traced lines between her shoulder blades.  

He loved the sounds she made, soft mewls and breathy moans that turned into screams and cries when she came. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. The scent of her body reminded him of apples and sunshine, sweet and bright.

“Gage,” she whined. “Deeper. I want more.”

He slowed his thrusts and fucked her deep and hard, his stomach flush against her ass with every upstroke. “Whatever you want, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

Her moans grew louder and she bit her lip.

The urge to release crept up on him and he had to move a little faster, a little harder. He lifted up and held her waist. “Damn.”

A light sheen of sweat coated her back and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her head thumped the cushion on the couch from the force of his thrusts. “Come in me. I want to feel it.”

“I am.” He gritted his teeth and rammed into her one last time, coming all the way inside her. “Jesus.” Falling over her, he kissed the nape of her neck and rested his face against her back.  

She smiled and reached back to touch his face. “I love you, Gage.”

He froze. “You what?”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on January 12, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Tell Me What You Like

Content Advisory: Erotic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jan panted. “I can’t move either.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm. Really good.”

Thunder cracked and Jan jumped.  

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

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

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

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Song Credit: The Last Goodbye by Black Label Society

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