by Alex Grayson
Spreading her lips with my thumbs, I slowly lick along her slit, moaning at her flavor. Her hips rise for more, but she doesn’t make a sound, so I reward her by paying attention to her little nub.
Dropping a light kiss, I growl at her taste. Sucking the piece of flesh in my mouth, I barely graze my teeth along her button before she’s going wild. Her back bows off the bed and her body complete explodes with her pleasure.
“Sensitive,” I groan. Excited at how easily, and often, I can get her off. My mouth descends on her. The warm flavor of her core hitting my tongue has my cock jerking against the bed.
Opening wide, I slip my tongue inside heat, tasting her sweetness again as I tongue fuck her. Her body starts shaking again and I know she’s about to let loose another orgasm when she’s only barely caught her breath from the last one. Pulling back, I wait until she’s relaxed again and nibble along her lips, dragging my tongue along each before reaching her pearl again.
“Breathe, sweetness,” I remind her when I don’t hear the little catches in her breath she’s trying to hide.
Licking across my lips, I know I’m not done with her yet, but I don’t know if I can handle not being inside of her anymore.
Ember
Holy sweet mother of pearl.
Never did I imagine a man going down on me would feel so delicious. My body came unglued for him. My heart nearly exploded out of my chest.
And then the man did it again.
His demands for silence as he ate me out were a huge turn on. I had no idea I even liked that kind of dominance and I’m wondering what I can do to make him ask for more.
I hear the foil package of the condom I don’t want him wearing, ripping open and close my eyes as I feel him kneeling between my legs. The heat of his erection is hot on my thigh as he lowers his body to cover mine.
“You ready for me, sweetness?” he murmurs in my ear. My eyes water, not because I’m in pain or even anticipate the pain of losing my virginity but because I don’t want this night to end.
“Yes, Noah,” I whisper, unsure if I was supposed to answer him or not.
“Don’t let go of those ankles,” he directs as I feel the head of his cock slowly push through my folds.
It’s tight and uncomfortable but I savor each burn, each awkward thrust until he slams through my barrier and his balls slap against my ass.
“Fucking Christ, Ember, why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were a goddamned virgin?” he hisses in my ear and tears gather in my eyes as he drops his head onto my shoulder.
I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing at all. I’m not ashamed of waiting for the right man and I won’t apologize for not telling him. I don’t think he would have stuck around if he’d have known.
“Ember, fucking talk to me.” The worry in his tone has me meeting his gaze as his head lifts and he searches mine.
“I didn’t want you to change your mind,” I tell him honestly.
“You’re too fucking good for a man like me, Em. I shouldn’t have been your first.” I hate how hot and cold he gets. I’d like to smack it out of him. “But I’m damn fucking glad you chose a real man to give you everything you deserve.” His tone softens and so does my raging heart.
“Make it a night to remember, Noah, please.” It’s all I wanted to begin with.
“You can bet your sweet ass I will,” he vows before his hips begin to slowly move. The thrusting getting easier with each pass and soon I can feel my pleasure rising like a tidal wave once again.
I gasp as Noah’s fingers tighten on my hips and his breaths come harsher in my ear. I can hardly breathe as my body lights up like New Years in times square. White dots crowd my vision and my head swims with adulation. I want the moment to last an eternity but all too soon it’s coming to an end, and the sounds of our bodies as Noah makes slow love to me is all I hear.
I could live like this forever. “Em,” he groans, his hips begin to slow their pace, almost like he wants to draw it out too.
Kissing the side of his neck, I murmur, “Let go for me, Noah. Let yourself feel me.” And it doesn’t take but a minute before he stiffens, and I feel him fill the condom with his release.
Regret slams me in the chest because I wish we had more time. I wish we had a lifetime.
Collapsing on top of me, Noah places light kisses along my shoulder until I’m relaxed, and he rolls off, pulling me into his arms.
Sleep pulls me under, and I’ve never been happier.
Or more terrified.
Waking up alone in the morning, I have a mix of emotions.
Happiness that we finally gave into our desires.
And sadness that I’ll never have Noah Brennan again.
3
Noah
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It’s midnight.
I just finished an eighteen-hour shift.
I’m exhausted.
I shouldn’t fucking be here.
Ember deserves better. But one night wasn’t enough. It will never be enough, and I knew it the minute I took her to bed last night. I’m addicted to her.
Her sultry sighs.
The soft moans when I kiss behind her ear.
My name on her lips.
Like an addict, I need more.
Working with her brother, my best fucking friend, all day and not telling him, not begging for his permission, has been eating at me.
For the sake of my sanity, I need to get Ember out of my system and move on. Allow her to move on. She deserves someone who can give her the world. Not someone who’s tainted. Who doesn’t believe in love and happily ever afters.
“Noah?” Her soft voice draws me out of my inner turmoil, and I look up to see her standing inside the screen door in nothing but a tank top and tiny fucking panties.
“What the hell, Em?” I snap. Immediately pissed someone could see her.
“You rang my doorbell, Noah, not the other way around,” she huffs. She’s probably pissed I left without saying goodbye this morning.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I say, rubbing a rough hand down my face.
A flash of her, lying on her bed, legs spread, plays behind my eyes and I’m hard pressed not to drag her off like a fucking caveman right now.
“So why are you?” Her head cocks to the side and I take a step forward, pulling open the screen door, she doesn’t retreat.
“I have no fucking clue.” My honesty has hurt flashes in her light eyes.
“You said one night.” It was a fucking lie.
“I know what I said, Ember.” My hot temper flashes.
“You don’t get to play with my emotions, Noah. It’s not fair,” she whispers.
“Neither is what you do to me.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’re fucking crack, Ember, and I’m your goddamned junkie.” I prowl forward and don’t allow her to say anything as I pick her up and slam her back against the wall.
Her hands go to my hair and tug, but I can’t let her go. I don’t want to. I want her lips on mine for the rest of my fucking life and I can’t have that and it fucking pisses me the hell off.
Wrapping her legs around my hips, I work quickly to undo my pants. I’m desperate to be buried in her heat, to mark her as mine, even if I shouldn’t.
“Noah,” she exhales harshly. “Noah, wait.” I stop and look at her. “What is this? What are we doing?”
“This…” I stall, unsure, but take a chance, “is us.” It’s complicated and simple all at once. But I don’t know what else to say.
With a slow nod, she smiles, and I take that as my cue to continue. Pushing her top up her body, I don’t hesitate to remove it, tossing it behind me. Gliding my hands down her frame, I stop at her little panties and with one sharp tug they fly off her body like a slow breeze.
For the first time in my life, I take a woman without protection and I can’t bring myself to regret it or even think about it too hard.
Rubbing my cock along her wet core, I sav
or the searing heat as she sucks me into her tight channel. “Holy fuck,” I groan, watching as she takes me to the hilt.
Her head hits the wall and she moans out, “Yesss, Noah.”
Slowly thrusting in and out of her core, I take my time driving us toward ecstasy because even though I’ve made the decision to push our relationship further than what I’d been expecting, I want to devour every moment with Ember like treasure.
Just because I have her, doesn’t mean I can’t take my time. Learn where she likes to be touched, what makes her sigh louder. How she likes me to fuck her.
“More,” she whines in my ear, biting down on the lobe and scratching her nails into my hair.
“Feisty,” I tease her and she nods eagerly.
With a lifetime to learn more about her, us, I look forward to all her quirks, her kinks, and if I’m lucky enough, her love.
Ember
We made love long through the night. He took me over and over until we both collapsed from exhaustion and now as I read his little love note, left on my pillow when he left, excitement rolls through me again.
Em,
Meet me at the station tonight at six.
I won’t hide from Kol, he’s going to know you’re mine.
Yours, Noah.
I never expected him to give in so easily. I wanted him to, but I thought I would have to wait for Noah to realize how perfect we were for each other.
I couldn’t be more thrilled with the outcome. I always knew that when I gave myself to a man, it would be the one I spent the rest of my life with. I’m pleasantly surprised things worked out so sweetly for us both.
Not to get Kol on board. Ever since our parents passing, he’s been protective. Arsen too. But now that they have their own women, I think they might be a little easier on me.
At twenty years old, I never expected to have my life so perfectly set out before me. The man of my dreams by my side, a dance major in college, and happier than I’ve ever been, I couldn’t be more ready for the future if I tried.
It just goes to show that you should always shoot for the stars and go after your dreams.
And to think, it all started with a kiss.
The End…
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Brittany Crowley
An accidental dick pic walks into a bar... And it never looked so good.
1
What the hell?
How unlucky can one person be when it comes to love? Not just love, unlucky in the horizontal sense. I’d settle for some hot passionate sex. The kind that makes your toes curl, your back arch and fingers dig into the sheets because you can’t do anything but hold on for the ride. I’d kill to break some nails right about now.
For the past year it’s been a string of less than stellar experiences. Shitty dates, horrible romps in the sack and the worst streak of non-orgasms a person has ever seen. If there was a record for penetration with no…return, I’d be sitting in the Book of World Records.
Alright, so I sound like a slut, but in the pursuit to find the real deal I’ve had to kiss a lot of frogs, so to speak. Not all of them have had a chance to kiss me if you know what I mean.
Now buckle up, grab a glass of wine, and let me tell you about my night that took a turn for, dare I say the better…
It started out as any other Saturday night. I was with my girlfriends, getting ready at my apartment and enjoying a few cocktails, when my phone chirped. As I was laughing about something my friend was saying, I saw a text from an unknown number.
Think I can make you cum on my cock later?
Liquid spews from my mouth as I stare dumbfounded, and quite frankly a little shocked, from the crassness of the message. “What the hell?”
A minute later I realize I’m still staring at the message. My fingers fly across the screen saying they have the wrong number. I’m trying to pay attention and get back into the story with my girls when my phone goes off again.
You don’t have to play hard to get when I’ve already fucked you.
“No way,” I say staring at my phone.
“What? Who’s that?” My friend Sarah asks.
I start laughing. “It’s a wrong number and they’re trying to sext me. It figures the first time I get some dirty texts it’s by accident.”
“Let me see.” Sarah grabs my phone and her eyes bulge before a smirk morphs her lips. “We can have some fun with this.” Her fingers fly across the screen similar to mine a moment ago, but I’m sure she doesn’t have the same intent. It’s several minutes before she throws the phone back to me.
My eyes fly through the text thread in disbelief. “Sarah!” I yell on a laugh.
Are you already hard for me?
You know I am. Why don’t you get your sweet ass over here to help me with it?
Meet me later? I’m going out with friends.
Ditch them. You know I’ll make it worth your while.
Can’t. It’s girls’ night. But I might be persuaded into something after.
She put a freaking winky face and sweat begins to form in my pits when my eyes finally roam over the name of the bar we’re going to tonight. Is she crazy?
“No chance in hell am I going tonight. We have to go to another place. What if he’s a 75-year-old man? I can’t believe you didn’t feed him a lie.”
“Calm down, Carly, he doesn’t know who the hell you or any of us are. He thinks you’re someone else, remember?”
My phone chirps and I’m hesitant to look at it.
Here’s some motivation for later.
“Holy shit, he sent me a cock shot,” I gasp, tilting my head slightly to the left. Let me tell you, it’s a nice penis. If I were him, I’d post that bad boy all over the place. Walk around sans pants helicoptering that shit for all to see.
“A dickstagram? Oh, let me see.” My friend Demi reaches for my phone, but I pull it back. Somehow, I feel protective of his beautiful package.
“No, he thinks he’s sending it to his…whatever she is. It was fun to play with him, but that’s too personal.”
“That good? Accidental dick pics are the best. You have no attachment to the little guy.” Sarah eyes me. No doubt figuring out if she can take me down in her pursuit to get my phone.
“Oh yeah. Although, in this case not so little.” I laugh, quickly firing off a text saying I’m really not the woman he’s looking for and hope he has a great night. Text manners are a thing.
We finish getting ready and jump in a cab. A friend of ours runs the door at a bar in town and we get special privilege with cutting the horrendous lines. We would not be going to this place otherwise, I’m not into freezing my ass off hoping enough people leave so I can get in.
“What’s up, ladies?” Devon asks getting up from his stool at the door. He hugs us and I give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“What’s up, D? Busy tonight?” Demi asks.
“As always, but go
on in.” With a wink he’s pulling the rope back and aggravated groans fill the silence when we cut the line and head for the entrance. He has a thing for Demi and I know the feeling is mutual from how she gushes over him in private. One of these days they’ll pull the trigger and give it a go, but Demi comes with a lot of baggage she’s not ready to share.
My eyes have to adjust to the darkness of the bar when we’re inside. It’s more of a club and bar hybrid. There aren’t any strobe lights or dancing on the main floor. Dancing takes place on the third floor, generally where we spend all of our time.
Sometime later, we’re all dancing in a group on the dance floor. The house DJ is on fire and playing all of our favorite songs. I’ve been delaying leaving to grab some water, but my dry throat cannot be ignored any longer.
I grab Demi’s attention and tip my head back to mimic drinking a bottle with my hand. She nods and taps Sarah’s shoulder. We hold hands and weave through all the gyrating bodies.
I glance around the bar as I sip my water. This bar top makes a complete circle in the center of the room and it’s jam-packed shoulder to shoulder. I’m people watching when my eyes skim past a taller man, then fly back. He is without a doubt the most gorgeous man here, it almost hurts to look directly at him. His hair is cut close to his scalp and he has one of those lumberjack beards that I usually don’t find attractive, but he makes it look über-sexy.
He’s like the sun. Complete fire.
It’s not his looks that stop me—even though he has those in spades—it’s the intense way he’s looking in my direction. I can’t be sure he’s looking at me, he could be looking at one of my girls for all I know. I can’t even be sure it’s not someone a few people over. From across the bar it’s hard to tell. Finally, he looks away scanning the crowd giving me a chance to study him further.
