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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Cowboy Counsel

Content Advisory: Erotic

“Are you serious?” Jake looked at the Summons. “That asshole is suing me?”
“We thought this might happen. It’s not a surprise.” The elderly man straightened his tie. “I have an appointment set up for you to meet with our in-house-counsel to discuss this.”
“What is there to discuss? That dumb shit ran out in front of the bull. Who the fuck is that stupid? I should sue him for spooking my animal.”
“Calm down.” He handed Jake a business card. “Your appointment is on the back. Don’t be late.”
Jake took the card and slipped it in his breast pocket. He picked up his Stetson and placed it on his head. “Thanks, Harv.”
“You’re welcome. Now skedaddle. You should be training.”
Clutching the legal documents in his hand, Jake walked out of the office.  He made his way towards the glass double doors that would lead him to the bull pen.  “Just my fucking luck,” he muttered to himself.

Sitting in the waiting room with his hat on his lap, Jake flipped through an old copy of People magazine. He didn’t really care that Lindsay Lohan was in rehab again or one of the Kardashians was screwing a different football player.
“Mr. Lane?” The cute redheaded receptionist stood up from her desk. “Casey can see you now.”
He put the magazine back on the table and followed her down a narrow corridor. Shelves lined the walls filled with books referencing topics he didn’t know the first thing about.
Red knocked on a door at the far end of the hall before twisting the knob.  She stepped aside.
Jake walked into the corner office and stopped in his tracks. This couldn’t be happening.
“Can I get y’all some coffee?” the receptionist asked.
The raven haired woman behind the desk looked up and locked eyes with Jake. Her mouth dropped open slightly but she recovered quickly. “I’m fine, Janie. Would you like anything, Mr. …”
He stuck his hand out. “Lane. Jake Lane. And, no, I’m good. Thank you.”
The receptionist pulled the door shut as she left.
“I guess a proper introduction is better late than never.” He smiled.
She shook her head. “This is unbelievable.”
Jake pulled the business card out of his pocket and turned it over. “Cassandra Cates. Well, nice to meet you, Cassandra.”
“I go by Casey.”
“Okay, Casey. How have you been?” He tried to drive the image out of his head of her against the wall in the bathroom of the bar. That night, he fucked her so hard she almost lost consciousness. He fucked her again in the cab of his truck and then she got in her car and left before he caught her name.
She pushed her glasses up on her head. “I’ve been great. Busy. And, you?”
“Same here.”
She opened the file on her desk. “Let’s see here…” Casey rifled through a stack of papers and tore the first sheet off a yellow legal pad. “Tell me, in your own words, what happened that day.”
“Where do you want me to start?”
She twirled the pen between her fingers. “Right before you began your ride.”
“You’ve been to the rodeo, so you’re familiar with the set up of the cages, right?”
“Yes.”
He proceeded to explain how the idiot jumped over the railing just as the cage door opened and the bull ran straight into him, knocking him on his ass. As far as Jake was concerned, the little shit got what he deserved.
Casey pushed a document across her desk.  “The plaintiff’s attorney has scheduled your deposition.”
Jake picked up the papers. “And, what does that mean?”
“It means you need to appear on the date and time indicated and the injured party’s attorney will ask you questions under oath. Just tell the truth and don’t volunteer anything. Only answer the questions asked. Understood?”
He laughed. “I kind of like the bossy you. Very different.”
She pursed her lips. “That’s not funny.”
“I didn’t mean it to be funny. It’s just ironic considering the way you—” 
“Stop. Let’s just forget about that, okay?”
          “I’m not sure I can do that, darlin’.”
“This is business…okay? My private life is separate.”
“Totally understand.”  He looked at his watch. “We could talk about it over dinner.”
“No, no, no. I can’t do this with you.”
“You already did.” Jake smirked.
“Oh, God. You’re going to drive me crazy.”
“I think I’ve heard you say that before.”
Casey pulled her glasses off and pinched the bridge of her nose. “You owe me a drink.”
“Excuse me?”
“You offered to buy me a drink and never did.”
“Well, I kind of thought you were satisfied with what I did give you that night.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to buy me a drink or not, Mr. Lane?”
Jake wasn’t an idiot, most of the time. “Of course, I do.”
“Meet me at Romy’s at eight.”
“You got it, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe.”
“Okay, darlin’.”
She exhaled. “Jesus. Get out.”
Jake winked at her and thought he saw her lips curve into a smile. “See ya’ later.” He chuckled as he walked down the hall to the elevator.
He took it as a good indication that she wanted to meet at the same bar and he sat at a booth in the back. Arriving half an hour early, he had just finished his second beer when he saw her come through the door.
God damn!  
Wearing a black t-shirt and tight jeans that sat low on her ample hips, the heels of Casey’s black boots clicked on the wood floor. Not cowboy boots, but the kind of boots a woman bought at Dillard’s. She stood out in this crowd, no question. He’d been too drunk to adequately assess her last time and all he could think about was getting in her pants…again.
She made eye contact as she crossed the room.
Jake was fully aware that every guy in the place had their eyes glued to her ass.  He stood as she approached.
Casey slid into the booth across from him and smiled.
This couldn’t possibly be the same woman he’d met with hours ago.  Casey, the lawyer, had a cool composure that Casey, the buckle bunny, replaced with a warm smile and a mischievous glint in her eye.
“What can I get you to drink, doll?” Jake asked.
She bit her lip and looked up at the slow turning ceiling fan. “I’ll have a pomegranate martini.” Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, she laughed.
Jake caught the waitress and put in Casey’s order. “You’re a real Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde type, aren’t you?”
“When I’m at work, I have to be professional and maintain control. When I’m here, I can just be me.”
“So, your co-workers don’t know the side of you that I know?”
She shook her head. “Absolutely not. They wouldn’t understand. They see the career driven, goal oriented woman who graduated from Pepperdine Law School summa cum laude.”
“Come again?”
She waved her hand. “It’s Latin…means that I graduated in the top of my class.”  Sipping her martini, she looked directly at him.
“How’s your drink?” he asked.
“Really good, thank you.”
He smiled at her and took a pull off his beer. He had no problem fucking her last time but now she made him a little nervous. He shifted in his seat. Just looking at her lips around the straw in her drink gave him a semi. A slow country tune played and the lights went dim.
“Do you want to dance?” she whispered.
Jake stood up and offered her his hand. He led her out to the dance floor and pulled her close. Resting the palm of his hand at the small of her back, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
Casey laughed and cleared her throat. “Are you a romantic, Mr. Lane?”
He tipped his hat. “But, of course, darlin’. Most of us cowboys are.”
“You’re quite the charmer.” Her hand slid down his back and over his ass. “Are we going to be a little classier this time?”
“That’s your call. My place is about five miles down the road. I wouldn’t call it classy, but it’s cozy.” He winked at her.
“Sounds perfect.”

***

Casey glanced at his profile as he drove. She loved the rugged look and he wore it to perfection. The black cowboy hat, white t-shirt, rodeo belt buckle and worn in boots suited him well.
What a coincidence that the only guy she ever had a one night stand with was now her client. Tossing caution to the wind, she was in his truck, going to his house with the most prurient of intentions. In the tight confines of a bathroom stall and the driver’s seat of his truck, he’d rocked her world that first night. She could only imagine what he could do with more space.
Truth be told, she hadn’t had sex with anyone else since that night and when he walked into her office this afternoon, her body reacted. Heat spread through her limbs and her pussy dripped remembering his cock sliding in and out of her. She exercised great restraint by not hiking up her skirt and begging him to fuck her in the ass right then and there. 
He turned down a dirt road lined by bales of hay and solar lights. A horse poked its head out of a stall built on the side of a large red barn. Jake pulled to a stop in front of a lovely two story cabin. Climbing out of the truck, he quickly came around to open her door. He helped her step down and held her hand as they ascended the stairs to his front door.
That was one thing she didn’t see enough of in corporate America. Good, old fashioned chivalry. The men in her chosen career field thought because she earned a bigger salary than they did, they didn’t need to hold a door for her. They basically worried that her balls were bigger than theirs. This was why she didn’t date those men. They would never understand what she needed.
Now, Jake, on the other hand, had taken complete control of her and she liked that. She babysat the office all day long and, after hours, when the lights dimmed, she wanted someone else to take charge.
As soon as they were inside, Jake dropped his Stetson on the floor and pushed her against the door. He covered her mouth with his and firmly cupped her breast with his large hand. He did exactly what she wanted as if he were reading her mind.
He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor beside his hat. Her bra went next and his lips circled her already hard nipple. He flicked his tongue over the pink pebble before sucking it into his mouth.
Casey gripped his head and moaned. “Jesus Christ.” 
He picked her up, cradling her ass, and started for the stairs.
She held onto his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
His tongue snaked into her mouth, licking and seeking. He kicked open a door at the top of the stairs and lowered her to the edge of his bed. Pulling her boots off, he went to work on the buttons of her jeans. “I want to taste your sweet pussy.”
Hearing him talk to her that way sent butterflies bouncing around her insides. She helped him slide her pants off, leaving her in just her panties.
Planting a kiss on the inside of her thigh, he slid his thumb over her panties, grazing her clit.
She arched her back. “God, Jake. It feels like yesterday we were together.”
He chuckled and yanked her panties off. His fingers parted her folds. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He leaned in between her thighs and licked her pussy bottom to top. He drew circles around her clit with his tongue and closed his lips over it.
She inhaled sharply and bucked beneath him, grabbing his head. If he tried to move, she might have to kill him.
He sucked her clit and inserted a finger, slowly burying it deep in her cunt.
Casey bit her lip and lifted her hips instinctively. The pressure in her body swirled and tightened with each pull of his mouth and swipe of his tongue. “I’m going to come,” she whispered.
He added a second finger and angled the two up towards her G-spot, rubbing the sensitive area rhythmically.
Her pussy contracted, clutching his fingers, drawing them deeper. Whimpering, her eyes rolled back. The world went dark but for little bursts of light that erupted in perfect sync with the subtle aftershocks of her climax.
Jake didn’t stop until she made a feeble attempt to push his head away. He looked up at her from between her thighs and smiled. “That’s my girl.” He stood up and peeled his clothes off. The muscles in his chest rippled and she wanted to touch him, to run her fingers over his hard body.
No lawyer she knew was built like him and as her eyes trailed down she tried not to stare at his dick. Long, thick, hard…perfect.
She licked her lips and pulled herself up. Now eye to eye with his cock, her mouth watered. Placing her hand on his hip, she looked up at him.
His fingers snaked through her hair and his jaw muscle clenched.
Casey wrapped her fingers around the base of his thick shaft. Sliding her hand up and down his length, she licked at the tip, catching a drop of his arousal on her tongue.
He groaned and tightened his grip in her hair.
The harder he pulled, the more she wanted his cock deep in her throat. She stroked his shaft and licked the underside before making her way to his balls. Sucking one into her mouth, she felt him tense. He grew harder in her hand and she teased him with her tongue until her lips circled the throbbing head.
She sucked lightly, swirling her tongue around the contours of his cock before opening her mouth wider and pressing forward, sucking him harder and deeper.
He didn’t move, allowing her to set the pace and depth she wanted. She took him as far as she could, moving faster.
“Damn,” he hissed, his balls pulling up tight against his body. “I need to fuck you now.”  He pulled out of her mouth and flipped her over.
On her hands and knees, she clutched the edge of the mattress.
Jake grabbed her hips, his dick pressing against her opening. He slid just the head inside her.
She rested her face against the quilt on the bed. “More. Please, baby.”
“I’m gonna give you more and then some, sweetheart.” He pushed his cock in a little further before pulling it back out. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Yes.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and bucked hard, burying his cock in her pussy.
She gasped. “Oh, my God.” His hard shaft went deep, stretching the walls of her cunt.
“If I remember right, you like it hard,” he hissed.
She nodded. “I do.”
“Mmmm, perfect.” His thrusts intensified and his balls slapped against her.
She moaned louder, gathering the quilt in her hands. His cock grazed her G-spot with every stroke. “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Do it, Casey. Come for me.” He reached up and wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled hard.
She squeezed her eyes shut and let the first wave of the orgasm wash over her. Her fingertips tingled and her body shuddered as the next waves crashed one after the other until her legs trembled and she could barely hold herself up.
He pulled back and kissed her shoulder before turning her over.  He hooked his hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide. He pushed his cock back inside her and licked her nipple, slowly kissing his way up to her mouth. His tongue mimicked the movement of his cock, going deep, leaving nothing unexplored.
He touched her cheek and looked in her eyes just as he drove into her deeper and harder, filling her with his warm seed.

***

Jake drove her back to her car in the morning but not before fucking her in the shower and making her breakfast.
She was every bit as beautiful wearing his t-shirt and her jeans with not a speck of makeup on her face. She kissed his cheek before they parted ways and reminded him of his deposition.
He wasn’t prepared to miss her in the week between their love fest and his deposition but, dammit, he did and he couldn’t wait to see her.
Janie led him into the conference room where a leggy court reporter sat in front of a funny looking little machine.
Jake took his hat off and placed it on the chair beside him.
Casey walked by the open door and shook hands with a man in a pinstriped suit. Jake admired the snug fit of her charcoal skirt paired with sheer black stockings and black high heels.  
Casey smiled when she entered the room and then took a seat beside Jake and opposite the other lawyer.
The court reporter made Jake promise to tell the truth or he’d burn in hell. Well, she didn’t say those words but that was the gist of it. 
The process was considerably less painful than he thought it would be. At one point, as Casey argued with man across the table, Jake became so aroused by her powerful display, his cock pushed painfully against his fly.
The next hour passed without any more fighting and it was all over. The court reporter and the other attorney left.
Janie stuck her head in. “Goodnight, y’all. I’ll lock the front doors on my way out, Casey.”
“Thank you. Have a good night.” Casey responded. 
“Anyone else here?” Jake inquired.
“Nope. Follow me,” she said, walking out of the room.
Jake did what she asked and watched her ass all the way down the hallway.
She opened the door to her office and let him in. “You did well. Do you have any questions?”
“No. It was all fairly clear.”
She tossed her glasses on her desk and shook her hair loose.
Jake got up and locked the door.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I think you need me to show you who’s boss.”
“Absolutely not, Jake.”
“You need to know that you are the same person here as you were at my house…in my bed. It’s okay to not always be in charge. It’s okay to let someone else assume that role.” He crossed the room and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.
“We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?” He snaked his hand up her thigh. “Everybody’s gone.”
She moaned.  “Because…”
“Shh.” He touched the bare skin above her thigh high stockings and slid his fingers inside the elastic of her panties. “These have to go.”
Her breathing accelerated and she stepped her legs apart.
Jake pulled the lacey garment down her legs and brought his hand back up to cup her mound. “You’re hot, baby.”
“Yeah, you do that to me. But this will have to wait.”
He lifted her skirt up over her waist and pushed her forward on her desk, holding her hands behind her back. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you hard. Right now.”
He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, letting his jeans fall down. Releasing her hands, he stroked his cock while his fingers found her slit. Her pussy was wet and hot and he pushed his middle finger inside her.
“Oh, Jake,” she whimpered, grabbing the edge of the desk.
He slid it in and out, coating his digit with her juices. His thumb rubbed circles over her tight, puckered ass. “You want my cock in this little hole, Casey?”
“Yes.”
Using her wetness for lubrication, he pressed his thumb into her ass. Slowly working it in and out and moving it around to loosen her up. “Do you like that?”
She nodded.
He angled his dick at her slick entrance and thrust inside her. He couldn’t resist fucking her pussy for a while as his thumb continued working her ass.
He pulled out and gripped his cock in his hand. He pushed against her ass with careful deliberation. Easing the head inside, he moved slow. “Your ass is so tight, baby.” He didn’t want to hurt her.
Casey didn’t say anything and breathed fast through her open mouth.
He pushed in another inch and another, letting her adjust to the feel of him inside her. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
He pulled out and painstakingly pushed in again. He repeated this action until he was moving in and out of her faster and easier.
She panted and made quiet mewling sounds.
He held her ass open to watch his cock sliding inside. His release began to build and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Play with your clit. I want you to come, sweetheart.”
Reaching between her legs, she did as he asked.
Within a minute, he felt her tightening around his cock. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy while he continued pounding her ass.
“Yes, yes. That feels so good,” she said. Her body trembled beneath him and her pussy constricted, squeezing his dick.
“You have the tightest, most beautiful ass. I could fuck you forever. But, I’m gonna come, baby.”
“I want you to,” she said, panting.
Pulling his cock out, he stroked it over her, covering her ass cheeks with hot streams of come. Leaning forward, he kissed her neck.  “It feels good to give up some control, doesn’t it? You should hire me on as your in-house rodeo consultant. I can break you.”
“God, yes. When can you start?” she said, breathlessly.
He slapped her ass and replied, “I just did.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on January 22, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker

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.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Christmas Party by Roxanne Rhoads

The twinkling lights winked at me like they knew a secret.

Just great, even the Christmas decorations mocked me. It was such a mistake coming to this party. I was just so desperate to see Taylor, my crush du jour. But it was the cliché office party with everyone was getting drunk and hooking up. I bet most would regret it later. Perhaps it was not the best place to get together with the man of my dreams, not that he would show up. That meant I would probably be the only person here that didn’t hook up tonight, not unless Taylor happened to show. I was really beginning to think he wasn’t going to show. That would be just my luck, get all dressed up with him in mind and he doesn’t even see me.

I glanced around the room, everything was in pairs. The candy canes were spooning together on the tree, evergreen boughs were twisted together in garlands, stars twinkled merrily as pairs, and the people- yeah they were breaking off into twosomes too.

Even the office geek, Roger, was currently getting frisky in the corner with the usually shy Melanie who had let her hair down tonight. Literally. She always wore her hair pulled tight in a severe bun at the office, but tonight it cascaded in waves around her shoulders. She had even put on some makeup and a cute outfit. The girl was really pretty when she dolled herself up a bit. It was quite clear Roger thought so, too. Of course he’d been eyeing her for months even with the tight bun and frumpy office attire she always wore. Now they were in the corner and he had his hand under her tight fitting red velvet top. Naughty, naughty.

In the middle of the room was Christine under the mistletoe with massive amounts of cleavage spilling out and over the top of her dress. She was the hostess of the party and the office receptionist. She was currently kissing our boss, George, who had his hands full of her round behind. The woman was anything but subtle. She had been trying to entice George into her panties for months now, but the gossip mill and Christine herself stated she hadn’t been successful… yet. Looked like that was going to change tonight.

This whole party was her idea; she even threw it at her house instead of the office to make it cozier. And boy was it! Christine had a lavish place. I wondered how she afforded such a nice pad when she was just a receptionist. There were rumors about a pricy divorce. I guess her former husband was wealthy- perhaps formerly wealthy. Christine seemed to have made out very well.

I wandered around aimlessly looking for him but I didn’t really expect Taylor to show up. He believed in keeping business and pleasure separate. That’s why we weren’t together. At least I hoped that was the only reason. The way my luck goes he could be married or have a girlfriend and was just afraid to tell me. I really hoped not. I was like a crazy school girl when it came to him. That man could make me feel things…he just couldn’t be married, that would be tragic.

I didn’t really think Taylor was married, I was just creating paranoid scenarios in my head, he sure didn’t seem married when we were falling into each other’s arms in the supply closet or getting really close during those late night brainstorming sessions. Too bad we hadn’t gotten even closer. He always pulled back before things went too far.

It was so clear there was something between us, a powerful attraction we couldn’t deny, at least I couldn’t deny it. He seemed to deny it just fine… to a point. He always said it was improper to mix work and pleasure, that his job was important to him and he wanted to keep his work and personal life separate as much as possible even though he did have feelings for me.

Feelings. He sure could cop a feel. Not that I minded. In fact I craved it. I couldn’t get that one night out of my mind…the night we had been so close to making love right there with the Chinese food spread out across the break room table.

It had been one of our late night brainstorming sessions when we were working on the Harrison account. Both of us had been assigned to that client because of our skill set, him with the art and me with the words. They wanted a beautiful campaign that emphasized both skillful wording and beautiful imagery. Taylor and I made the best team. I know we’d be great in bed, too… if I could just get him there.

I flushed just thinking about the heat that coursed between us, the way his hands had felt on my bare breasts…before he had pulled away and wouldn’t let it go any farther.

Just then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world…his voice, “Karen, you’re here,” Taylor sounded surprised.

I turned around and there he was splendidly handsome in his dark slacks and polo shirt. His normally unruly dark curls were tamed with some hair product and he looked gorgeous in the twinkle of the Christmas lights.
“I am so glad you’re here, I didn’t know if you were coming. I didn’t see you at the office today to ask.” Was my voice shaking? I was pathetic, truly pathetic. I hadn’t been this gaga over a guy since high school.

“Uhm, yeah. For a few minutes. I wasn’t there long, I took most of the day off, had some appointments…” His voice trailed off as he stared at me. “You look really beautiful tonight,” he said huskily as he looked me up and down.

Damn right I looked good! I was wearing the sexiest red dress ever which I had cleaned and restored just for this occasion. And I bought new shoes, not that a girl needs an excuse to buy shoes… I even had my hair done for this thing just hoping he’d notice me. But more than anything it would be the dress that had to grab his attention.

This perfect dress showed off my curves. Ample cleavage peaked out from the low cut top and the tight hugging waist emphasized the feminine swell of my hips and a slit up the side showed a little leg. Not too much, but just enough to entice. The dress wasn’t over the top slutty, it was old Hollywood class. And it was authentic. A vintage 1940s gown that had been my grandma’s, I had found it in her attic while cleaning. Judging from the look of desire in Taylor’s eyes it was worth every penny I spent to have it cleaned and restored.

“Wow where did you get that vintage dress, it must have cost a fortune?” He asked as he kept eying my cleavage.

“You know vintage clothes?” I asked.

“Just a little, my mom and sister are really into vintage. They own a little shop, Vintage Vixens over on Main.”
“That’s where I had this restored. They do a lovely job. I must have met them.”

“Probably, they are really the only ones working there except during the holidays when they hire a few girls but all the part timers do is operate the cash register. If you had that restored then my mom handled it.”

“She did a fabulous job.” Was I really talking about clothes with Taylor? I’d rather be tearing his clothes off.

“Sooo…” He looked uncomfortable. “Can I grab you a drink?” Was that all he could come up with? Not that I was doing any better. I was as nervous and tongue tied as him.

“Sure, I’d love one. Can you see if they have an Amaretto sour or a whiskey sour?”

“You got it,” he said with that sexy smile of his before he turned and walked away to grab some drinks.

I wanted to beat my head against something or hang myself from the strands of Christmas lights still twinkling and winking at me, mocking me with every blink. I wanted Taylor so bad it was driving me nuts and all I could think to talk to him about was vintage clothes. I would pay to see this designer gown on the floor of his bedroom…or mine for that matter as long as he was there with me.

“Here’s you drink.” I squeaked and about jumped out of my skin, I had not heard him sneak up behind me...again. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I smiled at him, “Not your fault, I was lost in thought.”

“When I went to get the drinks I took a peak around the place, would you like to go somewhere more private…you know less noisy… so we can…talk” He looked nervous again but now he was talking. Alone! With Taylor. My Christmas wish come true.

“I would love to.” I grabbed his outstretched hand and let him lead the way to a den/library area that was deserted.

I looked around the dark masculine room, “This room doesn’t fit Christine at all.”

“No, it was her ex husband’s office. I heard they had a bad breakup. She caught him cheating then took him for every dime. She doesn’t even come in here.”

“Really?” I wondered how he knew all that. A twinge of jealousy rippled through me.

“Christine and my sister, Tonya, are close,” he said answering my silent questions and cutting off the jealousy growing inside me.

He motioned to the sofa, “Karen, come sit down with me.”

“OK…” Was he finally making his move?

“I have something to tell you.”

Uh oh! Maybe not. Maybe he was going to let me down gently.

“Oh, what it is?” I asked as I gingerly eased my way onto the leather sofa trying to look sexy and composed when inside I was shaking terribly.

“I found a new job.”

“That’s great! Wait, what? A new job? Where?” My heart sank; I wasn’t going to see him everyday anymore.

“At Kalvins. I start on Monday.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because of you.”

I looked up at him. Was I so hideous he had to get away from me? “Me?” I asked quietly looking down at the floor. I couldn’t let him see the tears welling up in my eyes.

He scooted closer to me and gently lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. Then he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. His full velvety lips murmured against mine,

“You know how I cannot mingle business and pleasure; I had to leave so I could be with you. I know it sounds weird and old fashioned, but I want to see you every single day, just not on the job.”

“Really?” I asked incredulously, Oh. My. God. He wanted to be with me!

“Yes, really. What did you think?”

I scooted back, “Taylor, I don’t know, there were all the mixed signals and I just didn’t…”

He grabbed me and silenced me with a kiss. This one harder and more demanding than the last. He pushed me back onto the sofa and slid his body over mine easily.

“I couldn’t take it anymore, Karen. Seeing you every day…I wanted to be all over you…all the time. It was driving me crazy. But now… now I can have you.” His lips crushed mine in a searing, mind bending kiss. I melted into him. The heat between us was fast reaching the boiling point.

His hands slid to my back and carefully unzipped my dress. He pulled me up to a standing position, gently pulling the dress off me. Then he carefully laid the dress over the top of a nearby wingback chair. I would have never thought Taylor had such moves but I guess a man that knows his way around women’s clothes knows how to easily get a woman out of them.

I lounged across the sofa in my black velvet and lace bra, matching thong and thigh highs. I was still wearing the sexy “come fuck me” heels, too. I spent so much time hoping he would see me in this ensemble I was going to make sure I got my money’s worth.

“God, Karen you are more beautiful than I imagined.” He stared at me in awe, desire apparent in his eyes and in much lower places. The bulge in the front of his slacks was so humungous it looked like it was ready to rip through the fabric at any moment. As I appreciated the sight of Taylor’s aroused body he removed his clothing, making me even more appreciative.

Once he was naked he moved toward me and much to my delight his naked flesh met mine.

One of his hands trailed down my belly, teasing and taunting me as he swirled his fingertips over my heated flesh. I trembled with anticipation as his hands swirled around, circling lower and lower until his large hand was at my heated core caressing me through the velvet and lace of my thong.

His fingers kept up with their teasing movement as he crept around my panty line, then deftly breached the border and snuck a finger inside. One large finger probed through my short, silken curls then dipped lower into my bare shaven folds, pushing into my heated wetness as he slipped over my clit and delved inside me.

My thong was soon pushed aside as his whole hand found its way to the bare flesh between my thighs. Two fingers dipped and moved expertly inside me as his thumb circled my clit with slow deliberate motions driving me wild.

His other hand was busy undoing my bra and pushing it out of the way while his lips kissed every inch of flesh they came in contact with. When finally my bra was out of the way and my breasts were exposed, his glorious mouth found them. He eagerly sucked each nipple into his mouth one at a time until they puckered and stood at attention.

My back arched and my knees trembled. I was in overload from all the wonderful things he was doing to my body. Finally my wildest dreams were coming true. Taylor was going to make love to me.

He sucked my right nipple into his mouth, this time harder than before as he dipped yet another finger inside me. My body arced off the sofa as a wave of pleasure tore through me. I cried out his name as my fingernails raked down his back.

Taylor held on tight as the orgasm rocked my body and the emotion almost brought me to tears.

As I recovered he untangled himself from my grasp and soon I was pulled across the sofa and into a sitting position across his bare lap where I sat face to face with Taylor.

His eyes were heavy lidded, filled with lust. His lips were parted and so close to mine.

I looked down at the large erection that stood long and tall between us, “Oh my,” I purred, “he’s a big one.” Taylor grinned and had that look that confident men get during sexual situations.

I was primed and ready. I slid closer, rubbing my wet sex against the length of his shaft as I moved in and devoured his lips with my own. I ground my body into his, sliding and teasing us both as I kissed him passionately, dipping my tongue into his sweet cinnamon flavored mouth, caressing his tongue with my own.
His hands gripped my ass, lifting me and spreading me open. I reached between us and guided him to my opening then slowly slid down onto him.

I watched his eyes roll back and flutter as I sank onto his long cock, taking him into me inch by wonderful inch until I had him fully buried in my wet, achingly hot pussy. Then I began to rock and move up and down, slowly at first then I gained momentum as his moans matched my own. I bounced up and down fast and fierce, grinding my body into his, rubbing all the right places together for maximum pleasure.

I could feel it building inside me, a tsunami of massive pleasure was about to hit me with a force I had never experienced before. My body began to shake and bright lights flashed behind my eyelids, the waves were rippling through my body…then in the throes of passion…he said my name.

“Oh, my God, Karen, I’m going to come!”

His arms wrapped tightly around me, his cock stiffened and I exploded, we exploded… together. The wave hit me so hard I would have fallen off him if he hadn’t been holding me so tight. Wave after wave crashed over and through my body, I shivered and shook on top of him as he pumped hot fire into me.


It was the most exquisite experience of my life.

After a few moments I finally recovered enough to move and speak, “So are we going to see each other after this?” I asked stupidly.

He looked at me with a big grin on his face, “Every single day, darling, much more than we ever saw each other while working together. I didn’t give up a great job for a one night stand, Karen. I have fallen for you. Fallen hard.”

I felt him twitch and stiffen inside me, “Speaking of hard…”

“Yeah, hope you’re ready for round two.” He laughed as he tossed me backwards on the sofa throwing my legs up over my head and thrusting into me with a force I hadn’t expected from him. Damn, I loved this side of Taylor. Hell, I loved Taylor. I had loved him all along. I was looking forward to doing this over and over. I am so glad he found a new job.

Maybe this was the reason those damn Christmas lights had been winking at me.

Copyright © 2011 Roxanne Rhoads

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.


~*~ Roxanne Rhoads~*~

Monday, December 19, 2011

The Lists - Sneak Peek


Due to an unexpected illness, the second installment of Miss Ellie Swings is unavailable. In its place, we offer you a sneak peek into The Lists, an erotic holiday novella by Danielle Gavan.



Summer in the North Pole was a busy time for the elves watching the Naughty List. At the midway point of the year efforts to curb miscreant behaviors were in full swing. Elves roamed the human world, watching their charges, nudging them in the right direction to get the “bad” boys and girls back on the Nice List in time for Christmas.

Failure to succeed was not only unacceptable, it was something every elf who’d managed to snag a position in the Offices of Naughty and Nice strived to avoid. The consequences varied depending on the amount of incompletes each elf ended up with on the first of December.

Crispin Winters, one of the Naughty List elves, scanned the bookstore he was in and smiled. He’d avoided any incompletes in his first year and, so far, the second was looking to be more of the same. That was, if he could bring himself to “cure” the woman he was currently scouting.

Anna Krystle, according to her dossier and the video footage on file, was a wanton masturbator. Cris glanced at a particularly scandalous photo on his iPad screen and then back at the curvy brunette. The human was a dead ringer for the woman of Crispin’s dreams, Santa’s daughter. Problem was, the cure he had in mind risked everything he’d worked so hard to achieve.

Did he fuck Anna and break the “no direct contact” rule; or did he take the risk of going after Rissa Claus and going against her father’s “keep your hands off” rule. Either way, Crispin thought, he was fucked if word got out—and not in a good way.

Cris grinned as a soft humming sounded in his ear. Elven technology allowed him to focus on Anna and hear everything she said, or did, from his perch thirty feet away. It also allowed him to detect the buzz of the vibrator she currently had inserted in her pussy. Yep, he chuckled to himself. This one was going to be fun to cure.

One of the baristas behind the counter of the in-store coffee shop smiled at Anna as she stepped up to the front of the line and placed her order. The teen blushed, clearly flustered by the smile she flashed at him. Anna handed the kid a five dollar bill, waited for her change and offered the boy a thank you.

“You’re… You’re welcome,” he stammered.

Hiding his laughter behind his coffee cup, Crispin shifted in the leather chair he occupied. He’d been tailing Anna all day and, to the best of his knowledge, she had yet to notice his presence. The one stop she’d made during the day where he couldn’t follow her without gaining attention was Victoria’s Secret. Good looking men such as him drew the sales staff’s devotion when shopping alone in their stores.

That must have been when Anna had slipped the vibrator in. How had he not perceived the subtle sound of the device before now? Oh, right, he thought. He’d been too busy watching the footage from the night before to notice. The resemblance to Rissa continued to amaze him each time he looked at Anna. Other than her lack of pointed ears, Ms. Krystle could pass for Marissa Claus’ twin with ease.

The sound of a cell phone ringing overshadowed the sounds emanating from Anna. He recognized the tone instantly. The Darth Vader theme from Star Wars. Anna’s overbearing, religious zealot of a mother was calling.

Crispin tuned out the conversation and turned his attention back to the woman’s file. He’d studied it back to front and back again. Every detail burned into his brain, each line committed to memory just like his favorite book, movie or song. He probably knew her better than she knew herself.

The tempo of her breathing changed and Cris looked up to see Anna walking out of the coffee shop. Her hips swayed, the tight fit of her jeans emphasizing the perfect heart shape of her ass beneath them.

Quickly closing the file on his iPad, Crispin stood and walked briskly to intercept her. He feigned the appearance of being engrossed in something on the screen as he walked directly into Anna’s path.

“Oof,” she collided with him. “Watch where you’re going, huh?”

Crispin flicked a glance at her, flashed his most charming smile, and returned his attention to his iPad.

“Sorry,” he offered.

Anna huffed loudly, heels clacking as she resumed walking. “Just be more careful. Okay?”

He nodded, waited until she’d moved a few feet away, and followed her. The first rule of surveillance was discretion and he’d already broken that directive by bumping into Anna. He’d have to be more careful to avoid further notice and giving the appearance of stalking her. The humans had laws about such things and falling under the scrutiny of their legal system was to be avoided at all costs.

Slowing his step, Cris blended into the crowd while maintaining a close enough distance to monitor Anna. If she was anything like her elven counterpart Rissa, Cris was in for a full day of tracking.



Later that evening, Cris lay sprawled on the sofa in his North Pole apartment. The Annual Snowball Classic blared from the television. Elves dodged snowballs and darted from snow fort to snow fort in an effort to take out members of the opposing teams. Their goal? Capture the opposing team’s flag.

“Jumping junipers!” the announcer yelled as half a dozen balls flew simultaneously. “What is that elf thinking?”

Crispin snorted. “He’s providing a distraction, you dumbass.” He stuffed a nacho between his lips and chewed as he watched an elf in an evergreen colored jersey run across the field. “Run! Run! Go!”

Males in thick, navy and green jerseys darted all over the playing field. They ducked, weaved and dodged balls of hardened snow and ice flying at over eighty miles per hour. Snowball fighting was a hectic, fast paced game and Crispin loved watching it.

One of the players, number eighty six for the Holly Boughs, jumped a barrier and barrelled through a line of blue shirted defensemen for the North Stars. Snowballs whizzed at the player as he flew down the field. Not one of the missiles touched him.

The North Stars’ fort minder, one of the biggest men on the field, stepped out in front of their flag. He faced down with the attacker from the Holly Boughs, a snow ball clenched firmly in each hand.

“Head up, Randy!” Crispin yelled at the television. “He’s gonna nail you, idiot. Head up!”

At the last second, the blond runner looked up and narrowly avoided the projectiles aimed at his head. He feinted left, then right before launching himself at the flag pole behind his opponent.

“Randy Holiday captures the flag!” The announcers and crowd went wild. Cheers of ‘Randy! Randy!’ rang out through the stadium and from Crispin’s speakers. The Holly Boughs swarmed the field, rushing to the opposite end to celebrate their victory with their man of the hour.

Crispin picked up the remote and turned his television off. Slowly, he rose from the sofa and stretched. Yawning repeatedly, Cris took his leftover snacks into the kitchen on the way to his bedroom. Chasing after Anna all day had proven to be more strenuous than he’d planned and Crispin was one tired elf. He chuckled as he stripped down and crawled between the sheets. The four bottles of ale during the game hadn’t helped the matter much either.

A couple of hearty punches later, Cris’ pillows were fluffed to his satisfaction and he closed his eyes. Dreams of a pretty brunette with flashing green eyes awaited him.

~*~

Copyright © 2011 Danielle Gavan

Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author


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.