The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Twenty-Three

My dearest X,

I read your latest, with its lustful story, with great delight.  Trust you to find erotic amusement wherever it hides, even in the kitchen garden of the local vicarage in a town so obscure no one in London would have heard of it.  I pictured your pudgy vicar and his sturdy lady of the parish engaging in naughty role play and laughed along with you.  Your letters always bring me joy even though they remind me that we’re apart.

Shall I purchase some short pants so you may take a ruler to my arse?  We’ll see if that gets Long Tom’s attention.  If not, we’ll find some other way to raise him to his full glory.  In truth, I need no more than your nearness to become erect and ready to fill your chamber with my cock.

There, now.  Merely writing of the possibility has had the usual effect on me, and Priapus stands proud and eager in my pants.  We must find some way to be together again, my darling.  My last thoughts before I drift off to sleep are of you, and I wake every morning pretending I’ll find your face on the pillow next to mine.  I suffer bitter disappointment when I open my eyes to discover you aren’t there.

Now then, I hope I’ve discovered sufficient enticement to win you away from X for several days if not a fortnight.  When I’ve told you of my plan, I’m sure you’ll see that you must not miss this opportunity but will find some desperate way to convince X you have concerns you must attend to elsewhere.  Perhaps we can concoct a story of a lady friend who’s become ill and requires you by her side for some time.  Say you have an acquaintance X knows little enough that he wouldn’t check with her about your whereabouts while you’re away.

Have I piqued your interest, my darling?  Are you clutching my letter in your fists wondering what delights I’m offering?  Be a good girl, and don’t skip ahead but follow my story as it unfolded if you wish to understand the full implications of my proposal.

While traversing the street that leads to the park yesterday, I was hailed to a lady’s carriage standing nearby.  The person in question was someone we’d met at Sir Walter’s party.  You’ll remember Miss Creighton, the mistress of the swinging trapeze.  She’d recognized me walking along and decided to stop to discover if I’d enjoy a bit of voluptuous play while we took a drive through the park.  I could hardly pretend shyness after having fucked her so thoroughly at the salon, but then, you’d been with me to approve (and frankly to enjoy watching) any sexual acts I might engage in with the rest of the women.

I did climb into the carriage to explain the difficulty of the situation…that I had a lover who owns my heart…but before I could raise any objection, she cut me off with a cryptic statement that she had a secret which, if revealed, would easily convince my lover to share me as a reward for her information.

You must remember, my dear, that I’ve suffered your absence so keenly that desperation would make me take any risk to win the chance to see you and love your sweet cunny once again.  Miss Creighton agreed that fucking as violent as we’d performed at Sir Walter’s would not only alarm her driver but would shake the carriage to such an extent as to draw the attention of people passing by.  She suggested, instead, the we reach into each other’s clothing and make each other spend while the scenery rolled by.  I agreed.

Given the contrivances of women’s small clothes, I could hardly have gotten my hand into Miss Creighton’s drawers, but that turned out to be unnecessary as I only needed to press my fingers against her pussy to discover the wetness of the fabric and the firmness of her nubbin.  If I’d had any doubt concerning the latter, her muffled cry of surprise and pleasure confirmed that I had, indeed, found the right spot.

“Now, then,” I said.  “You must tell me the secret you used to persuade me to pleasure you.”

“I will, dear Richard, only let me enjoy your touch for a moment,” she said.  “You do that so well.”

Her eyes closed in rapture, and I continued my stimulation of her clitoris.  After a bit, she seemed to realize she’s promised to touch me, as well, and she reached to the fastenings of my pants and undid them one by one.  By now, my cock had reared his head, and when she finally freed him, he sprang into her palm.

You know I have a passionate nature, my darling, and I’ve kept myself aloof from other women since the day we last parted.  As much as I would have preferred your hand on my cock, I could hardly resist the opportunity to give it some relief from the constant ache your absence causes.  In short, I nearly spent the moment she stroked me and caressed the head with her thumb.

“Why, what a livid color you are,” she exclaimed.  “I do believe you’ll climax soon.  I would so love to watch.”

“Not without your secret first,” I said, although I doubt I could have controlled my response had she insisted on bringing me to orgasm.

“Do indulge me a bit longer,” she replied.  “My secret will be worth your having to wait, I promise.”

And so, I did my utmost to arouse her passions, observing which sorts of touches most excited her.  Her clitoris became quite distended, and I discovered a prominent head.  That I tugged at gently until she fell back against the seat of the carriage and her breathing turned to gasps.  I could hardly fail to recognize her state…right at the boundary separating high arousal from the rapid climb to orgasm.  In that condition, she couldn’t have answered questions even if she’d wished to, so I decided to finish her and rely on her earlier promise to reveal her secret to me.

Within moments, a flush covered her neck and face, and her hips rose as her climax claimed her.  To her credit, she managed not to shout loudly enough to bring her driver around to see if she needed rescue.  Her pussy completely soaked her drawers and, had I had a finger inside her chamber, I no doubt would have enjoyed its rhythmic convulsions.  To all appearances, I’d given her a satisfactory experience, indeed.

Of course, that left my cock without release, and nothing had occurred to lessen its throbbing or crimson color.  When Miss Creighton’s eyes fluttered open, she immediately glanced at where her hand rested on my thigh.

“The poor man,” she said.  “Still so rigid and unsatisfied.”

“I’ve done as you wish,” I said.  “May I not know your secret now?”

“I think not.  I haven’t performed my part of our bargain.”  At that, she grasped me again and proceeded to stroke my whole length, from the base to the head.  I finally admitted to myself that she’d won her point and I’d have to let her watch me spend.  Priapus fairly twitched with delight at my decision, and I rested back against the seat cushions and let her have her way with me.

I did allow myself the luxury of pretending you were caressing me in preparation for a vigorous coupling.  As the carriage rolled beneath me, I imagined you raising your skirts - you wouldn’t be wearing drawers, my darling - climbing over me and guiding your cunny down onto my pego.  For the longest time, we wouldn’t have to move against each other but would let the natural motion of the conveyance give us a gentle fucking.

That fantasy didn’t last for long, however, as my lust had built to such a level that I’d have to come within minutes, if not seconds.  I imagined you riding me while I bucked beneath you.  While Miss Creighton continued stroking me, I pictured the walls of your pussy tightening around me, so deliciously hot and wet, in preparation for your completion.

By that point, I could endure no more, and the climax roared through me.  I released semen into her hand in streams.  Through the haze of fulfilled lust, I scarcely heard her squeals of delight, and when I finally finished, I slumped against the cushions, working to get breath back into my lungs.

Now, my dearest, because you’ve patiently followed my story thus far, I’ll share Miss Creighton’s secret with you, and you’ll see that our reunion is imperative.  She revealed that she’d just learned Sir Walter keeps a very private club in the country.  Several years ago, he purchased a large estate and had it furnished to accommodate several couples for extended licentious enjoyment.  The house is now finished, equipped with everything voluptuaries would need to allow for the fullest enjoyment of each other’s bodies.  She also felt sure she could arrange for us to attend for a long house party, which as you know, could last for weeks rather than days.

What say you, heart of my heart?  Can you get away from X for some time so you may join me at Sir Walter’s new den of iniquity?  Tell me you can.  I’ll hardly sleep waiting for your answer.

With that, I remain,

Your eager Richard.

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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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Wanted

Content Advisory: Oral sex, m/f/m sex

The clock on the dashboard of her Honda told her she was late. Jan stepped her wedge a little harder on the gas pedal. Whenever she went out, she liked to wear heels. Otherwise, she ended up lost in the crowd because she was short.

Gage had invited her to attend the party for some rock star she’d never heard of; a birthday celebration at the Hilton. He told her to pack an overnight bag because he booked a room in the hotel so they could drink and have a good time without having to drive the hour back home.

People bustled in and out of the glass doors at the front of the hotel. An older gentleman in a penguin suit stood ready to valet her car. She pulled up behind a black SUV and handed the man her keys.

Jan slung her purse over her shoulder and carried her duffle into the hotel.

Gage stood just near the concierge desk talking to a tall guy with shoulder length dark hair. There was something familiar about the way he stood with his back to her.  

She smiled and waved as she made her way towards Gage.

He took her bag and kissed her cheek. “Glad you made it, babe.”

“Sorry, I’m late. I couldn’t find my keys and then I couldn’t find my purse and I had to figure out what to wear.”

Gage looked her up and down. “I love how short that skirt is. You look great.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “You smell good too.”

“Thanks. You’re such a smooth talker.” She patted his cheek.

He carried her bag to the man behind the counter. “Room 2108, please.” Gage handed the bellhop a ten dollar bill.

As Jan approached, the man Gage had been talking to turned around. They locked eyes and she stopped short. A sharp breath left her lungs. Trent.

He raised an eyebrow. “Hey.”

Gage took Jan’s hand. “Trent, meet my girlfriend, Jan.”

She squeezed Gage’s hand. “We know each other.”

Gage glanced between them. “No way. What a small fucking world.”

Trent smiled, revealing that slight overlap of his front teeth that she found so cute back then. “Definitely.”

He hadn’t changed at all. His hair hung long and straight and he wore Levi’s and a t-shirt advertising some kind of booze. God, he still looked good. A flashback of him hovering over her, driving into her, biting her lips and holding her hips filled her mind and a blush spread up her neck and, no doubt, settled in her cheeks. 

Gage led her to a ballroom where music played loud and lots of people milled about. Rock star glam was way different than the glamorous she grew up with. Women didn’t have tattoos and pierced eyebrows, they wore their hair in French twists with a string of cultured pearls around their necks.

But she was comfortable in both scenes. She could class it up or she could dress like she was tonight, groupie fabulous. She’d met the guys in Gage’s band before and they all filed by to say hello and give her boobs an appreciative glance. She couldn’t complain because the black cami, sans a bra, barely contained them.

Trent walked over to the bar and Gage leaned in. “Where do you know him from?”

Jan fidgeted with her hands. “We used to go out.”

“Really?” He laughed. “He’s a cool guy but not really the one-on-one type, if you know what I mean.”

“I do know what you mean.” She was glad Gage didn’t act like a jealous boyfriend and get all bent out of shape that someone she used to fuck would be hanging out at their table.

Trent came back with two shots of a dark whiskey and a margarita for Jan. “Still a tequila drinker?”

She nodded. “Yep. Thanks.”

Trent slid a shot over to Gage and lifted his glass. “To a fun night.”

They downed their shots and Jan went to work on her margarita. Before she knew it, she had three drinks under her belt and everything felt warm and fuzzy. Gage and Trent were talking shop; chicks, cars and guitars.

Jan was in the corner, the wall behind her back. At the circular table, the men were on either side of her. Trent tucked his hair behind his ear and lit a cigarette. He offered one to Gage and one to her.

She remembered how she and Trent used to smoke in bed after crazy hot sex. She licked her lips and he narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to light her cigarette.

Gage blew out a plume of smoke up in the air. “Are you staying in the hotel tonight?”

“Nah. I’ll head home when the party dies down.” Trent tapped his cigarette on the edge of the glass ashtray.

Jan looked at Gage and back at Trent; both gorgeous men. Trent was taller, Gage a little heavier. Both were well endowed and knew how to please a woman. What would it be like to have them both at the same time? She wasn’t sure if either of them would go for it but she had just enough liquid courage in her to find out.

She took a long draw on the Marlboro and tilted her head to the side. Moisture gathered between her legs and she let her thighs slip apart underneath the table. The white tablecloth and dark venue provided enough cover for her to be discreet. She reached under the table and trailed her finger up and down her bare thigh.

“Why don’t the three of us go back to the room and have a night cap?” She winked at Gage.

He smiled as if he knew what was on her mind.

She took his hand and pulled it under her skirt, letting him feel how wet she was already.

Gage’s jaw tightened, like it did when he was concentrating. He slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties.

She sighed and, with her other hand, squeezed Trent’s thigh. A look of surprise crossed his face and he looked at Gage.

Gage nodded. “What do you say, Trent? Join us?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?”

A tingle of excitement shot up her spine. She and Gage had talked about fantasies before and this was one of hers; two guys at once. It was perfect that Gage and Trent already knew each other and that she’d had sex with both of them. A threesome wasn’t something she’d do with a stranger.

Gage fingered her slowly under the table and she moved her hand up Trent’s thigh to his crotch. He kept a poker face but she saw that spark in his eyes and his erection let her know he was on board.

She was close to coming and pushed Gage’s hand away. “Let’s go.” She picked up her purse and pulled her skirt down enough to cover her ass. She followed Gage to the elevators with Trent right behind her.

Both men towered over her and for a second she thought maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. She did well to handle one at a time but then she reasoned that an opportunity like this doesn’t surface every day. She trusted them both and they both knew what she liked and didn’t like.

Gage slipped the plastic key card into the slot on the door and pushed it open, allowing Jan to walk in first. Her duffle bag was on the floor at the foot of the king sized bed. She kicked off her wedges, making her even smaller between the two of them.

She had barely dropped her purse on the chair in the corner when Gage sidled up behind her and cupped her ass. “You sure you want to do this?” he whispered against her ear.

“Yes. God, yes.” She leaned her head back against his chest and her pulled her cami over her head.

He slid a hand up her side and squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. He turned her around, staying behind her.

Trent was leaned against the wall just inside the room.

“Come over here and help Jan with her skirt and panties.” Gage kissed her neck and continued to play with her breasts.

Trent pulled his own t-shirt off as he walked toward her. His body hadn’t changed. Bronzed skin with chiseled abs, broad shoulders and thick biceps. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, his tongue darting in and out. His fingers reached for the button on her skirt, quickly unfastening the garment and letting it fall to the floor leaving her clad in only white panties.

Gage’s hand snaked lower over her stomach and inside the front of her panties while Trent bent over to suck her nipple and squeeze her breasts.

Jan’s head spun, not from the alcohol, but from the adrenaline. A little fear mixed with taboo was a strong aphrodisiac. 

The hardness of Gage’s cock pressed against her lower back and Trent’s mouth kissed down her torso. Gage hooked his fingers into the strings on her hips and tugged her panties down to her thighs. Trent dropped to his knees and took over from there, pulling them off and nearly knocking her off her feet. Trent had never been gentle with anything.

His tongue explored her smooth pussy as his fingers found her entrance. Gage lifted her leg up, hooking his hand behind her knee and effectively opening her up.  

If Gage hadn’t held her up, she would have collapsed when Trent sucked her clit and jammed two fingers inside her. All ready, her pussy throbbed and her abdomen ached for release. He stroked her inside and tickled the tip of her clit with his tongue.

Gage pulled on her nipples and grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her head so he could kiss her. She was ready to explode from sensory overload. She moaned into Gage’s mouth and put her hand on top of Trent’s head, pushing him against her pussy.

She pulled out of the kiss and watched Trent eat her like he was starving. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” she whispered, breathlessly. “Oh, God.”

Trent sucked harder and slammed his fingers in and out, bringing her to the very edge.

Her body seized and then trembled as the taut wire holding her together snapped. She screamed and embedded her nails into Gage’s arms while Trent dug his fingers into her thigh, not granting her any quarter as he still teased her clit and fingered her.

Gage let her leg down slowly and gripped her hip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard while you suck him off.” 

Trent stood up and licked his lips. “You still taste good. Damn.” He smiled and pulled at his belt.

Gage stripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. He grabbed Jan and picked her up, cupping her ass with both hands.

She wrapped her legs around him and put her head on his shoulder.

He carried her to the bed and deposited her on top of the bedspread. He kissed her. “You’re so beautiful.”

She managed a smile and looked up to see Trent kneeling above her head, his cock stiff and imposing.

“She is beautiful,” he agreed with Gage and ran his hand through her hair. “How do you want to do this, man?”

Gage flipped her over on to her stomach. “I’ll be back here.”

Jan scooted up on her hands and knees and came face to dick with Trent’s manhood. Trent touched her chin, running his thumb down her cheek.

Gage leaned over her and kissed the small of her back. He gripped her hips and used his knee to spread her legs a little wider. His cock slid over her ass and he rubbed it against her pussy. “Jesus. You’re so wet. I love fucking you after you come. Tight, hot, throbbing.” He pushed inside her slowly.

She gasped. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt like the first time. The friction of his cock stretching and filling her mixed pleasure with pain and she loved it. He always started slow and built up the pace but he pulled out and slammed into her hard just now.

Trent moved in closer and cupped the back of her neck. “Sweet little mouth.”

She stroked his cock and kissed the head. She knew he liked her to bite him softly and she indulged him before sucking him as deep as she could.

Trent groaned and she moaned on his dick, licking the underside. She tried to concentrate on pleasuring him but Gage’s measured strokes and tight grip on her ass made that difficult.

Trent’s hands fisted her hair and he moved his hips faster, pushing his cock into her throat. Her eyes watered and she tried to keep up with both of them thrusting into her at once.

“I’m going to come.” Gage fucked her harder, stabbing deep until she felt him pulsing and filling her with his heat.

She bit down on Trent’s dick while Gage came.

He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder before pulling out and sitting back on his heels. “Fuck. She’s all yours.”

She stayed on her hands and knees and reached out to cup Trent’s balls.

Trent moved her hair away from her face and pulled her up to kiss her. “I’m going to finish you over there.” He moved his head toward the wall. “I know how much you like that.” He picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the wall beside the dresser. With her back pinned to the plaster, he lowered her a little and drove his cock inside her.

She screamed again and her head banged against the wall. She saw stars for a second. His hand slid up to her throat and he held her still, fucking her with deliberate thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

She nodded. “You feel so good. God, don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”

He moved his hips and his dick slid over that spot inside her that sent a chill of pleasure through her like an electric current. He was so big and in that position he easily hit her limit and made the mark.

“That’s what I want. Come on my cock, baby.”  His dark eyes narrowed and the vein in his neck strained.

She saw Gage over Trent’s shoulder. He was lying on the bed, smiling at her and looking quite satisfied.

She closed her eyes as her pussy tightened and convulsed. Every nerve in her body delivered pleasure signals to her brain and she whimpered and moaned and shuddered.

He growled in her ear and joined her, his cock pumping rhythmically inside her. He pressed is forehead against hers and kissed her mouth. “Incredible, Jan.”

She took a shower and settled into bed between the two of them. She snuggled up to Gage’s back while Trent spooned her from behind. Her body ached and throbbed from the pinching, pulling, grabbing and fucking but it felt really good.

Trent had rekindled something she thought was long lost. She felt alive. She felt wanted.  And now she wanted to keep them both. 

Check out Melissa’s last post, Just a Drop, and look for her next short story in June 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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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.”

Check out Melissa’s last post, I Promise, and look for her next short story on April 6, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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I Promise

Content Advisory: M/F sex

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

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

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

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

“I’m not tired.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both said, “He’s here.”

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

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Escape

Content Advisory:  M/f sex

Angelica showered and brushed her teeth and swished some green mouthwash around until the sting on her tongue turned to fire. There was a time when she enjoyed Tanner’s touch, when his hands tangled in her hair felt good. Now, she had to force herself to even look at him. She dabbed concealer over the rapidly darkening bruise under her eye. It hurt to touch and the makeup didn’t do much to hide it.

She couldn’t afford to call in sick and she desperately needed to get out of the house.  She ran a brush through her hair and pulled it into a ponytail.

Tanner lay face down on the bed, snoring. A quarter sized drop of blood circled the edge of one of the white pillowcases; her blood. She stared at him and imagined flipping him over and holding the pillow over his face until he stopped breathing. Instead, she tiptoed out of the room and picked up her purse from the table and left for the club.

“Did that motherfucker hit you again?” Sahara put her hand on her hip and pursed her lips. “Girl, I’m ready to beat his ass myself.”

“Calm down, please. I ran into an open cabinet in the kitchen. No big deal.” Angelica touched her cheek gingerly and knew that no one believed her lies. “I’ve gotta get started. My tables are filling up.”

Working at The Cherry Stem was her escape. The girls were like the sisters she never had. Angelica served drinks and did okay in tips, not as well as the dancers but she preferred to keep her clothes on. A big, red cherry emblazoned the front of her white tank top. She tucked the shirt into her Levi’s before tying an apron around her waist.

“Look who’s here?” Sahara whispered in her ear as Angelica stood at the bar waiting for change.

She looked over her shoulder.

He smirked in her direction and sauntered through the bar, weaving through the maze of tables haphazardly arranged around the stage. He shrugged out of his jacket and took a seat towards the back of the club. The bright green Emergency Exit sign flickered directly above his head.

She looked at the sign and down to his face. She needed an Emergency Exit. Could he be what she needed? Heat flooded her cheeks and she inhaled deeply, catching the warm spicy scent she recognized as his. It reminded her of cinnamon but not the type you found in a pie, more like the little red disc candies that burned your tongue.  She counted her money and tucked the wad into the pocket of her mini apron. She looked up and immediately started for his table. She always went to him first. The pull was unexplainable, like a magnet dragging a paperclip. He drew her in and she couldn’t stop it nor did she want to.

“How are you?” she asked, standing in front of him.

Ariel took his time meeting her eyes, his gaze slid over every curve of her body; at least that’s how it felt. An undressing of sorts but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Not like Tanner’s leer. “I’m fine, Angel. How are you?”

“Good, thanks. What can I get for you tonight?” Her voice shook and her hands trembled. He flustered her something fierce. Everything about him turned her on.

“You always ask me that and I always give you the same answer. At what point do I become a regular?” He laughed softly, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners.

She scratched her cheek with the eraser on her pencil. “I’m sorry. Scotch, no ice, right?”

He nodded before his smile faded. “What happened to your face?”

She looked at her tray, pretending to jot his order down on her notepad. “Nothing. I had an accident.”

He rose to his feet to tower over her.

She flinched and stepped back. Her breathing accelerated and her heart beat a tattoo against her rib cage.

His fingers cupped her chin tenderly to turn her face toward him. His thumb traced over her swollen cheek bone.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the momentary comfort he provided with only his touch.

“Don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” she lied.

He tilted her head to the side and trailed a finger over her neck. “Nothing happen here, too?”

Dammit!

Tanner had bit her, breaking the skin and leaving a nasty purple hickey.

Tears stung her eyes and she backed away. “I’ll be right back with your drink.”

Her fingers shook as she tried to pick up a napkin to set on her tray. Giving up, she took a whole stack.

The bartender passed the glass of amber liquid to her. She counted to three, taking deep breaths. Clutching her tray carrying only his drink, she navigated through the growing crowd of businessman in fine suits and bikers with long hair and shabby beards. She placed a napkin on Ariel’s table and waited a second before picking up the glass and passing it to him.

He handed her a fifty dollar bill.

“I don’t think I have change for that.” She pulled out the roll of bills from her apron and started counting ones.

“Keep the change.”

“Oh, I can’t.” She shook her head. “Your drink is only eight dollars.”

He touched her hand. “Keep it.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

A rowdy group of twenty-somethings hunched over a nearby table. They were probably college jocks judging by their build and testosterone levels. She didn’t like these types but plastered a smile on her face anyway. “Evening, gentlemen. What can I get y’all tonight?”

The dark haired man wearing a Polo shirt and a New York Yankees ball cap licked his lips. “Round of Coronas for my boys. Put it on my tab.”

“Okay, five Coronas coming up. Anything else?” She looked at each of the men.

Yankee boy piped up again and pointed at the stage. “I’d like to see your ass spinning on that pole, baby.”

Angelica rolled her eyes and walked away, knowing it was better to ignore comments like that and not engage them. She returned with their beers and placed them on the table. “My name’s Angelica. If you y’all need anything else let me know.”

She went through the motions of smiling and being friendly to the men who tossed dollars on the stage as girls danced provocatively and shed their skimpy costumes.

The fast pace of the bar always made the nights fly by. Ariel disappeared earlier than usual and without saying goodbye. As she sat down at the bar to count her tips and settle with the bartender, she remembered the first time she saw Ariel walk into the club. The dancers whispered about him and tried to get his attention. He was a dynamic presence; tall, at least six-three, and broad-chested. He easily could have stepped out of a Hollywood movie set and he’d made an effort to talk to Angelica, as he did every time he visited the club. 

She paid the barkeep, balled up her apron and stuffed it into her bag as she headed for the door.

The bouncer held it open for her. “Goodnight, honey.”

She smiled at him and gave a small wave. “Goodnight, Chuck.”

Clutching her keys, she walked across the dimly lit parking lot. Her stomach dropped like a dip on a roller coaster and she stopped short.  A tall man stood leaned against the hood of her car.

Ariel. He stood up and walked toward her, closing the distance quickly.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked. Fear slithered up her spine like a viper and she shivered anticipating the strike.  

“Are you cold?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.” She scanned the parking lot, her eyes darting from one end to the other. A black cat lay beside the dumpster, his tail swishing. “What do you want? I can’t be seen talking to you out here.”

He exhaled heavily, his nostrils flaring. “Or what?”

She wrung her hands. “I just can’t.”

“Let me see your neck again.” He reached out to touch her.

She gripped the handle of her purse.

His jaw hardened. “You know what he does to you is wrong.”

She avoided his stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You think I haven’t noticed the bruises, Angel?”

“I’m clumsy.”

“You’re a liar. That’s your one fault. You can’t keep protecting him. He’ll kill you eventually.”

She grit her teeth as one tear slid down her cheek and she buried her face in her hands. “I don’t know what to do. He won’t let me leave.”

Ariel pulled her into his arms and rubbed his hand up and down her back. “Shh. I can help you.”

“How?” She sobbed against his chest.

“Go home tonight. Keep things calm, if you can. I’m going to give you my phone number. If anything happens before I see you again, call me.”

She nodded.

He wiped her tears with his thumbs. “I will take care of you. And I’ll take care of him.” 

She couldn’t explain why, but an utter calm enveloped her. She trusted him in an odd leap of faith. In his arms, she was safe. Armed with hope, she drove home and found Tanner still passed out. She pulled the money out of the tampon box under the sink in the bathroom and added thirty dollars to her secret stash. As soon as she had enough, she’d escape.

Dropping her clothes on the floor, she turned on the shower.  She lingered, letting the hot water massage her sore muscles. She pulled on sweats and a t-shirt and ambled into the dark room. Slowly, she turned the comforter back and slid between the cool sheets, staying as close to the edge as she could. She closed her eyes and lay still. In her mind, she saw Ariel standing guard.

The next day, Angelica stuffed a couple changes of clothes, deodorant and a new toothbrush into a small duffel bag while Tanner was at work. She planned to leave it in the dancers’ dressing room at work, just in case she had to jam.

Her cell phone rang and Tanner’s name popped up on the screen.

“Hello.” Angelica balanced the phone between her ear and her shoulder while she zipped up the bag.

“Hey, baby. I’m gonna be a few hours late tonight. Jerry called in sick.”

“Okay.”

“You alright? You sound weird.” There was suspicion in his voice, not concern.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

“All right. I’ll probably stop by the club after I get off.”

She hoped he wouldn’t keep his word. “Okay. I’m leaving spaghetti on the stove for you.”

“Thanks. I’ll see ya in a few hours.” Tanner disconnected the call.

Pulling her car into the parking lot of The Cherry Stem, she checked her makeup. The bruise on her cheek had darkened to a deep purple. She gave up trying to cover it with makeup. The wind picked up and blew her hair around as she got out of the car and headed toward the door.

Ariel stood by the front of the club. He stared at her. “I’m losing patience with him.”

“It’s okay, really. He might be here tonight, so…”

“So what?”

“I don’t want any trouble.” She rubbed her arm nervously

“Trust me. There will be none.” He kissed her cheek.

His spicy scent tickled her nose. A strange sense of calm blanketed her again and she closed her eyes, leaning into him.

“Come with me,” he whispered into her ear, touching his lips to the bruise on her neck.

“I--I have to…work,” she protested without conviction.

“I’ll take care of you.”

Her mind muddled like she’d been injected with a tranquilizer. Visions of Ariel moving between her legs, panting and wanting, clouded her brain. It wasn’t a choice. “Okay.”

Time stopped until she found herself sitting on the edge of a bed covered in a dark red duvet. Her fingers rubbed the soft cotton fabric and her head cleared. She spied Ariel standing at a large floor to ceiling window, his back to her

“Where are we?”

He turned around slightly. “My house. I can keep you safe here.”

She took in the details of his bedroom. Dark wood furnishings were complemented by framed black and white photography in the style of Ansel Adams.

He crossed the room and sat beside her. “Are you feeling okay? Back to normal?”

“Yes. I think so. What happened?”

“I apologize for that. I had to sort of hypnotize you.”

She frowned. “What?”

He smiled.

She stared at his perfect white teeth before noticing the length of his incisors. She shook her head and looked again.

“Are you…are those fangs? Like the kind the dentist puts in? They look real.” She fought the urge to stick her fingers in his mouth and feel how sharp they were.

“You didn’t notice them before?”

“No.”

“They suit me, don’t you think?” He turned to face her. “Let me fix that mark on your neck. I can’t stand the sight of what he did to you.”

She touched the tender spot and winced. Sadly, she had forgotten how it felt to not have bruises and pain. “How can you fix it?”

He pushed the hair off her neck and held her shoulder. “I’ll show you.”

“But it hurts—”

He gently tilted her head to the side and kissed the spot where Tanner had bitten into her flesh. Ariel’s tongue slid back and forth over her sensitive skin.

Angelica held onto his biceps and moaned involuntarily. A tingle spread through her entire head.

He moved to the other side of her neck, kissing her there. His teeth scraped over her skin and he sunk his fangs into her.

She dug her nails into his arms and gasped, not from pain but from the stir of her blood; the rush of it leaving her body and making her feel alive. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and every muscle in her body became warm and fluid while her brain tried to reconcile what was happening.

He pulled away and kissed her neck. “Feel better?”

She opened her eyes and turned her head. No more soreness. “Yes,” she whispered. “How did you do that? What did you just do to me?”

“It’s magic.” Ariel kissed her jaw, dragging his tongue up to lick her lips.

She inhaled his scent. Sweet. Spicy. Raw. She kissed him, softly.

His hand settled on her thigh, squeezing. “Do you want me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Good. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

Angelica’s normal shyness and inhibitions disappeared, as if she were shedding her skin and starting anew. “God, me, too.”

He leaned her back on the bed and pulled at the button on her jeans. “I can make you forget him.” He sucked her bottom lip.

“I want you to.” She touched his face.

He pulled her pants down her legs and lifted her shirt over her head. His brow furrowed and he stopped, staring at her body. “I could kill him.”

She knew there were bruises, some old, some new. “Not now. Don’t talk about him now.”

Ariel kissed her ribs, moving up to her breasts. He unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. “You’re gorgeous.” Lowering his head, he sucked her nipple, lightly tonguing it.

She gasped and tangled her hands in his hair. Soft strands of blond silk slipped through her fingers.

He caressed her other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. 

Pulling away, he stood up. He unbuttoned the white collared shirt he wore and pushed out the gold cufflinks from his wrists. Beneath the conservative clothes, his chest was covered in tattoos; black and deep blue script in a foreign language surrounded by symbols she couldn’t identify. His biceps bulged as he unbuckled his belt and pants, letting them slip down his well muscled thighs.

Her breathing grew ragged watching him disrobe and seeing his cock, hard and thick.   

He crawled over her and kissed her softly. His hand wandered lower and pulled at the elastic of her panties, yanking them down.

She kicked them off and spread her legs.

Ariel ran his fingertips over her bruises and, one by one, they stopped hurting. His touch acted as a salve for her sore body. His fingers slipped into her folds and rubbed her clit lightly.

Her body reacted and goosebumps rose on her pale skin and her nipples hardened to small pebbles.

He laughed and nuzzled her neck, dragging his teeth down to her collarbone. Sliding a finger inside her, he started a steady rhythm.

Closing her eyes, she moaned. Her legs trembled and her clit throbbed with every thrust and rub. “I think I’m going to come,” she muttered. “It’s been so long.”

“Well, come then. I’m waiting.”

The pressure continued to build and her fingers and toes tingled. She dug her nails into his biceps, trying to hold on to some control and failing.

He nibbled her ear. “Stop fighting it, Angel.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” He breathed heavily on her neck.

Warmth spread from that spot throughout her body and she came in an eruption.

“Mmm…baby. That’s it.” His thumb pressed down on her clit and he pushed his finger deeper, moving it from side to side.

She moaned and shook. “Oh God. Oh my god.” She’d never had an orgasm so intense that her eyes watered and she wanted to cry.

He didn’t let up and sucked at her nipples, biting softly. “I need to be inside you.”

Unable to find her voice, Angelica panted and nodded.

He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead, then her mouth, dipping his tongue in. Positioning himself between her thighs, his hips forced her legs to open wider. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, spreading her fluid and teasing her clit.

A hunger stirred in the pit of her stomach, an ache only he could sate. She physically needed him at that moment.

He slipped his arms under her and grabbed her shoulders, using her body for leverage as he entered her.

The intensity of the friction forced a gasp from her and she closed her eyes. “Jesus.”

Ariel moved slowly, gently. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Tight, hot.”

She moaned in response, dragging her nails down his back and holding his ass.

With a sharp stroke, he buried himself completely inside her.

“You’re so deep. So good,” she whispered.

Rising up on his arms, he withdrew and entered her again; faster, harder.

She squeezed her eyes shut and winced at the pain mingled with pleasure and she wanted more. “Don’t hold back, Ariel.”

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

He kissed her forcefully. “Yes, I do.” His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed.

“I don’t care if you hurt me.”

He paused. “But I do.”

She kissed him. “Don’t stop.”

He grabbed her ass, lifting her hips up off the bed. He snarled and drove into her deeper, grinding his cock into that sensitive spot inside her.

“Yes. Like that. God.” Her pussy tightened around his dick and her eyes rolled back in her head. She sucked in her breath and exhaled on a moan.

“You’re coming again. I feel it. Damn. I’m coming with you, Angel.”

Bright flashes erupted in her mind and she convulsed as the orgasm wracked her body.

He slammed into her and growled against her cheek, spilling his seed.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and concentrated on the feel of him still pulsing inside her.

He kissed her neck. “You’re perfect. Everything I thought you would be.”

Her heart finally slowed down and she rubbed her nose against his ear and whispered, “This is going to sound ridiculous and maybe I’m delirious, but…are you a vampire?”

He rolled over, bringing her with him and reversing their positions. He smiled up at her. “Do you think I am?

Check out Melissa’s Valentine’s Day story, Don’t Break Me.

Look for her next post on March 9, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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