Saved Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by R. M. Walker

  I nodded. Dayton did something with his hands but I was too focused on what we were about to do.

  “Lift her up, Dayton. Bryce, make sure you’re lined up.”

  “On it, Bossypants,” Dayton said and made a funny face that had me giggling.

  Dayton took on some of my weight as he helped me hover over Bryce.

  “I’m set,” Bryce said in a tight voice.

  “Eyes on Dayton,” Koen said, his voice just above a whisper. “Don’t look away from him. Focus on him, on what feels good. When you’re ready, lower yourself down. Dayton is there for support.”

  I rested my hands on Dayton’s shoulders, barely registering Koen’s words as I got lost in Dayton’s eyes. Dayton’s eyes were a warm blue, full of happiness. It was like he captured the clear blue skies with his eyes and now he aimed them at me. Letting him take on some of my weight, I lowered down on shaking knees until I felt something hard prod my behind.

  My body froze at it.

  “You’re doing good,” Koen said.

  “You’re absolutely stunning right now,” Dayton said. “You have a beautiful blush from your cheeks, reaching down to your chest. Your hair says you’ve been fucked and you plan to continue to be fucked. Your body is soft and beautiful, pliable under my touch. I love that you let me taste you. That you share your gorgeous body with me.”

  I whimpered. “You play unfair.”

  He grinned. “I play the only way I know how. Now, will you keep playing with me?”

  I nodded and lowered down. It hurt at first, the tip of his cock breaching my butt hole. But I was stretched and I stretched more. Slowly, I lowered down on Bryce as he spread and filled me. The pressure was so intense, I was ready to come right then. The further in he went, the easier it became.

  “You’re doing so good, nice and slow,” Bryce said, his hot breath fanning against my back, his voice tight with strain.

  “It’s so hot to see you take him in,” Koen said and I whimpered as Dayton found my clit and played with it. “Your beautiful ass eats him right up.”

  His words brought out a moan at the thought of what I was doing. I went down further until I couldn’t go anymore.

  “Starfire, you took all of him in,” Koen said. “Your ass is wrapped so tightly around him. Try moving up and down when you’re ready.”

  “Full,” I managed to say. “So full.”

  I lifted up and moaned as Bryce slid out of me, and when I lowered back down, it was easier as my body adjusted. I got used to the intense feeling and I was able to move faster.

  “So intense,” I said and picked up the pace, feeling him as I used my weight to slam into Bryce. He swore, his hands moving to my hips to help me move when I nearly fell unbalanced.

  “Let’s make you fly,” Dayton said and ran his fingers through my soaked folds. My pussy convulsed, needing something to fill it, but I wasn’t ready for what it needed. That’d be too much. I’d break.

  “Fill her,” Koen said. “Starfire, feel them as they touch you, as they make you feel good. Focus on that.”

  “Yes,” I hissed out, loving the sound of that.

  A finger entered my pussy and I screamed as my body convulsed. So much. The intensity.

  I moved faster with Bryce’s help. He grunted behind me as I took his dick all the way in over and over again. My body tightened around him and Dayton’s fingers.

  “Come, Maddie. Let us know how much you love it.”

  And I did, coming hard. I screamed, as my body pulsed around the two of them. I shattered and kept shattering as I unraveled and lost myself in my orgasm. Bryce grunted his release too, but I was too lost in my own to fully pay attention.

  A whimper escaped me when they moved me and Bryce’s dick slipped out of my sore hole. I barely noticed someone holding me. My body didn’t want to move except for the random spasm as I came down from the orgasm.

  “How are you feeling?” someone asked.

  I moaned, not ready to talk or move. I couldn’t even open my eyes. My body was absolutely exhausted from everything. My butt hurt too, though I didn’t tell them that in case they wouldn’t let me do it again.

  Koen’s familiar chuckle sounded distant and the bed dipped. “Here, let me clean you up.” His touch was gentle as he wiped me down with something warm and soft.

  “I want to do that again. But tomorrow. I need sleep now. Lots of it.” I was pretty sure I said it all clearly enough, but the guys chuckled, their laughter sounding carefree.

  “Anyone get what she said?” Bryce asked.

  “I’m pretty sure she wants to do that again. But tomorrow,” Dayton said and laughed.

  “In a couple of days, she can do it again. She should get some rest. And she needs time to heal.” Koen’s words didn’t leave room for arguments.

  I felt them all crawl into bed, surrounding me. I wish I had enough energy to see how they organized themselves.

  Nap. I just needed a nap.

  As I allowed myself to fall deeper into sleep, I knew I did it with a silly grin. Best staycation ever. So worth it.

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  UnMasked

  Nikki Landis

  Copyright © 2019 Nikki Landis

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  Edited by Kathy Denver, iPublishGlobal

  Cover by Victoria Cooper Art

  1

  Veronica

  Halloween was my favorite holiday.

  As long as I could remember I’d been intrigued by the idea of stepping into a different persona. A mask that kept my true identity from the world. Once a year the holiday enabled the average boring and normal person to become whoever or whatever they wanted. No judgment. No fear. Endless possibilities.

  It was simple. Embrace the new identity and forget reality for one single night each year. I had specific reasons for seeking this kind of distraction. My world was entirely too public. The endless scrutiny took a heavy toll, not to mention my father’s manipulative and controlling behavior. Sneaking out under the noses of his guards lifted my spirits and the party was the perfect occasion to let loose and forget the reality that awaited me at home.

  Mixing costumes, cute guys, and a good time were my motivation this particular night. I was seriously hoping I’d find a Batman or a sexy caped crusader in the bunch. Maybe I’d hook up with my own Aquaman. My best friend Jen had promised to provide plenty of eye candy since the party was hosted by her sorority.

  Mysterious men were especially my thing. I was turned on by bulging muscles and the allure of secrecy provided by a dark mask. You could say I was a fan of superheroes and villains and the idea of good vs. evil since childhood. My older brother was the blame. All the movies he dragged me to on weekends and the endless nights of popcorn and comics. I’d outgrown most of it, but the excitement of Halloween stuck.

  Pi Delta Sigma was lit up like a neon sign as I approached. White, purple, and orange floodlights shone on the sorority house as creepy ghosts, bats, and a life size scarecrow decorated the outside and led up the wide front porch steps. Jack-o-lanterns grinned at my approach and provided the only friendly welcome. Fog machines added to the festive atmosphere as loud sounds such as rattling chains, eerie wails, wind, and macabre laughter confirmed the party had already started.

  Making my way inside, I snagged a beer and stopped to chat up friends as I slowly moved toward the rear of the house. Jen would be in the kitchen, desperately trying to maintain a sense of order in all the chaos. I swear she was a neat freak and constantly had to be the center of every event. I
loved that quirk in her personality. As with everything Jen did, she was passionate and caring almost to a fault.

  As I suspected, she stood in the kitchen ordering several guys from the frat two doors down to carry out her demands. Bowls of chips and candy were filled and quickly left as she directed the hunks exactly where to place them throughout the house. I passed tables erected for snacks on the way through, so I knew her master plan without asking. Music thumped and grew louder as I bumped my hip into hers, grinning widely.

  “Hey sexy.”

  “V, I swear you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” She glanced up from the tray she was organizing with sliced deli meats, cheeses, pickles, and olives. Squealing, Jen jumped up and down twice when she noticed what I was wearing. “You look fantastic!”

  Giggling at the look on her face, I knew she was surprised. I’d kept the final result a secret. “Thanks. The costume turned out exactly as I hoped.”

  “It’s kickass and much better than anything you could find in a store.”

  She was right about that. I hunted for several months to find a high-quality Black Widow costume and ended up making my own jumpsuit. The fabric had been expensive but worth it. Black leather clung to my figure in all the right places but allowed for movement. A gun belt was slung low on my hips while knife sheaths strapped to my upper thighs completed the look. I’d painted a toy gun similar to the one used in the movies and was proud of my work. Even the knee-high boots I wore matched perfectly.

  The only addition was a black mask covered in lace that I wore to help conceal my true identity.

  “I agree.”

  The voice didn’t belong to Jen. A deep masculine timbre with a slightly Scottish accent caught my attention as I turned. Gazing upward, I caught the sensual grin of the man who had my complete and undivided attention. His dark hair was a little long and slightly disheveled, but it was the piercing icy blue color of his eyes, the black mask, and dark costume that confirmed I’d just met the hottest guy to arrive at this party. Jen must have agreed because her jaw dropped slightly before she blushed.

  Damn. He was tall, sexy, mysterious, and altogether irresistible.

  I was positive I needed this man to give me an orgasm before the night was over.

  Placing a hand on my hip, I flirted shamelessly. “You have a name, hero?”

  He laughed lightly and took a step forward, leaning down intimately to reply. “Call me whatever you want, darlin’.”

  A shiver ghosted down my spine in response. I wasn’t usually so bold but something about this particular mystery man made it impossible for me to stop the next words I spoke. “I need to know what name I’ll be shouting in pleasure tonight.”

  His gaze smoldered and I swear I saw the flicker of flames dance in his cerulean eyes. The mask hid nothing as far as his expression but seemed to add an extra flair of mysterious charm. The five o’clock shadow that graced his angular jaw caused my fingers to twitch in anticipation of the burn I’d hopefully feel between my thighs later as he rubbed against my sensitive skin. The way his lips quirked upward led me to believe he had similar ideas.

  “Geron, a pleasure to meet you . . .”

  He let the question hang in the air a few seconds until I replied. “Veronica, but my friends all call me V.”

  “Veronica,” he repeated slowly, tasting my name on his tongue as he rolled the ‘r’ slightly, “a lovely name for a beautiful woman.”

  The compliment was unexpected but pleasing as I winked, hoping he’d stay this close all night and not lose interest. “Thanks. That was sweet.”

  Geron moved forward slightly as I backed into the counter, completely forgetting Jen, the party, and anyone else in the vicinity. His hands gripped the countertops on either side of my waist as he moved his hard body close. Only an inch apart, I could smell the strong hint of musk, leather, and the slight aroma of cinnamon. A clean but raw quality added to the mixture. Dancing on the edge was the feeling of familiarity that I couldn’t pinpoint.

  Had we met somewhere before?

  Impossible. I’d remember that accent. The sexy line of his jaw and the color of his eyes were unlike any I had seen prior to this moment.

  “You look at me as if we’ve met before,” he observed, watching my reaction closely.

  “No.” Lifting my hands to his solid chest, I shook my head. “I thought so for a moment, but I was wrong.”

  He chuckled lightly, the sound slightly raspy and irresistibly intoxicating. “Then maybe we should become familiar with one another so there’s no doubt in the future.”

  What a cheesy line to say and yet I couldn’t help the stupid smile on my face as I agreed. “Your place or mine?”

  Without hesitating, he crooked a finger under my chin and lifted it higher, our lips nearly touching as he replied. “Mine. Always mine, darlin’.” The slight edge of possessiveness to his tone was quick to disappear.

  Maybe I imagined it.

  I wouldn’t have brought him home to my place as it wasn’t possible, but I did enjoy the thought of him lounging on the top of my silky sheets.

  Reaching for my hand, he tugged my body close. “I don’t think I can wait all night. Why delay the pleasure of your company for hours when we could be enjoying one another that much sooner?”

  Damn.

  He literally plucked the thought right out of my head.

  “Well, Geron, lead on.”

  A sensual grin curved his lips upward as he led me through the maze of gyrating bodies and outside where a sleek dark sports car with blackened windows was parked in the center of the road. He tapped a button on the fob in his hand as the locks disengaged and I was led to the passenger side door. He opened it and stepped back as I slid onto the expensive leather. Pausing a moment, he placed a quick kiss on the top of my hand before the door clicked shut.

  Blinking, I could swear the pressure of those lips was something I had felt before.

  Geron drove us across town to a ritzy high-rise building where young CEOs and other important professionals lived in open and luxurious floor plans, their glamorous apartments on display by the long clear panes of immaculate glass. Once inside, the doorman rose from behind his desk and ushered us to the elevator, smiling widely. He winked at me as the doors were closing and I wondered briefly if this was a common occurrence for the mysterious Geron.

  Deciding it wasn’t relevant, I ignored the tug on my heart and exhaled slowly.

  “I don’t bring up many women.”

  Glancing upward, I realized he’d been watching me since the moment the doors closed. “It’s not any of my business.”

  “Perhaps,” he agreed, giving our entwined hands a light squeeze, “but I’d hate for you to think of me as that type of man. I do enjoy my pleasure, but . . . I’m rather picky.”

  Deciding to tease him, I quirked a brow, “Is that not many women or none at all?”

  His gaze was a mixture of blue fire and undeniable attraction. “Before you? None.”

  “Interesting.”

  “Well, I only moved in a few weeks ago.”

  I laughed lightly, relaxing as the doors opened and we stepped into a nicely decorated foyer.

  “I own the penthouse,” he divulged, using the keypad by the door and his key to enter the space.

  I might have been curious about the décor, but I never had a chance to view the interior. The moment the door shut behind us I was pressed up against the wall, Geron’s face the only visible thing in the room.

  “I plan on seducing you, Veronica,” he whispered huskily, “so if you want to leave, this is your one and only chance.”

  My spine tingled with his confession as my fingers trickled up his chest, slipping behind his neck as Geron’s head lowered. “I think,” I paused as he gazed into my eyes, “I’d like that very much.”

  Sweeping me up and into his arms, his lips met mine as we moved through the apartment silently, entering a dark bedroom as he kicked the door shut with the heel of his polished shoe.r />
  “You’re all mine now.”

  2

  Veronica

  I couldn’t think of a witty reply.

  He’d moved us so expertly that I stood in the center of his bedroom complete with black silky sheets, a solid wood headboard with individual slats thick enough for naughty pleasures, and a dozen candles waiting to be lit. A clean fresh scent permeated the air and the furniture smelled like oil as if it was cared for only a few hours prior. The sparse moonlight trickled through the windowpanes and provided the only meager light to enter the room. An expectant pause had settled between us and I knew it would soon be filled with moans of pleasure.

  The thought that he’d prepared the room was indicative of his desire for company. Turning to face him, I was about to ask when Geron tugged my body closer, his lips lowering to mine in a gentle but passionate kiss. As our lips parted, his heated gaze caused the thrum of my heart to beat faster. With one hungry look I knew this night would remain in my memory for a long time to come.

  “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to keep the mask on.”

  What an odd request. I nodded, deciding it didn’t matter since I would probably never see him again. Besides, it added to the kink.

  “However, I’d like to unmask you,” he continued, lowering his head as his warm lips trailed down my throat, and over to my ear. “I want to undress you slowly and reveal every creamy inch of your skin.”

  The heat of his breathy confession blanketed my body and the first urge to moan aloud surfaced as he reached for the zipper on my back. With deliberate care, he pulled the metal tab as the teeth separated, exposing the naked skin of my back inch by inch all the way to my waist.