Naughty Flings: Twelve Naughty Little Romps

by Alexa Silver

  She did all she could to bite down on her bottom lip and not make any noise, but it felt like a losing battle.

  His lips brushed her ear again. “Are you a screamer?”

  With that, she squeezed her eyes shut, bit down on her bottom lip even harder, and did everything in her power not to draw attention to the orgasm that ripped through her. When she did finally open her eyes, Nick was the only person she could see. He filled her vision so that she only focused on him.

  And she had no idea what to say.

  Because really, what do you say to the man you haven’t seen in at least eight years, and even then it wasn’t like you were buddy-buddy? The man who gave you an orgasm in the middle of a sandwich shop and didn’t even ask you for one of his own? What could you possibly say? Gee, what she’d already told him, because obviously her gratefulness was quite abundant today.

  “So, um, thank you. Again.” It’d been a while since she’d had an orgasm she hadn’t had to give herself, and that one was stronger than anything she’d experienced in a while. Maybe ever.

  “I think I should be thanking you. That ranks up there on my top ten list of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.” He brushed a kiss along her temple, his lips warm even against her overheated skin.

  Their order number was called and Nick went up to the counter to get it. When he returned to the table, once again he held his hand out to her and she took it as he helped her slide all the way out of the booth. He continued holding her hand as they made their way back across the square, and returned to their bench—the one they’d been sitting in earlier.

  And all the while, Amanda thought and plotted different ways she could give Nick the same gift he’d given her. A hand job wasn’t going to cut it. She wanted in on the action, which meant a blow job. But from the very impressive bulge in his pants that she’d gotten a glimpse of earlier, his size might be a challenge for her. Good thing she liked challenges, since this one was going to be a beauty.

  Chapter 6

  It didn’t matter to Nick, nor the painful erection he had pressing against his zipper, that Amanda still had an hour or so of driving around she wanted to do. He just liked being around her. Period. She got him all hot and bothered with everything she did.

  He got to ride shotgun while she drove slowly through the neighborhoods in town—those she was familiar with, as well as the ones that had been built up since she’d left town.

  When she did get customers wanting her to stop—several times by neighborhood parks—Nick sat in the driver’s seat in the cab and watched her work. Turned out, that was a turn-on, too. Everything from getting to look at her ass as she bent over the window to talk to the smaller kids, to looking his fill at her legs that seemed to go for miles. Every time she went up on her toes to lean over the window, he got a wet dream’s picture of her butt, strong, muscular thighs, and shapely calves that he wanted wrapped around his back as he pumped into her.

  Getting her off in Jilly’s Subs had been a surprise to both of them. He hadn’t really thought she was that close. But from the way she’d been walking across the square, he knew something was giving her trouble, and he figured if she was even half as aroused as he was, that was a good enough reason for her to be having trouble walking. He bet women weren’t used to having to go around all uncomfortable from arousal heating up their sex parts.

  Even more surprising was the sex talk. He’d always imagined talking like that to a woman, but had never gone through with it. There’d been plenty of excuses each time to explain away his chickening out. Why he went for it this time, he might not ever know. And then Amanda had responded. Boy did she ever respond.

  They were probably doing things a little backwards—orgasm first, then finding out more about each other—but Nick didn’t mind. Hopefully Amanda didn’t mind either. There was so much he wanted to do with her. Not only discovering everything that turned her on, but also getting to know the smart and savvy business woman. What else she liked. And what they might enjoy doing together.

  Nick looked out the window and blinked. Somehow he’d lost track of time, and they were pulling back into the storage garage.

  “That’s it? You’re all done?”

  “Yep. I need to move some of the freezers over so I can take them back to my place and refill them, but that’s it. I’m done for the night.”

  “I gotta say, the term ‘lady truck driver’ is quite the turn-on. I had no idea of this.” He grinned as a blush rushed up her neck to her cheeks. Again. “Also, watching you work is very…arousing.”

  An exasperated look crossed her face. “I probably don’t want to know, but I’m going to ask anyway. Just how is watching me work possibly arousing to you?”

  “I get to look at your legs and ass the entire time. It doesn’t get any better than that.” He thought of something else. “Well, there’s one way it could be better, but it’ll never happen.”

  She shook her head. “Now I know I don’t want to know.”

  “One word: naked.”

  “All right. That’s it. Get out of the truck and help me load up the freezers.”

  Nick was quite satisfied with the deep blush and little grin she couldn’t wipe from her face. But the woman needed to work, so he needed to help her focus on that right now. “Okay, whatcha need?”

  “I could use some help reloading the truck’s portable freezers from the stock in the industrial freezers at my house. They call these portable, but they’re not really. Not unless you have hand trucks that fit them correctly and are rated to handle the weight. The hand trucks I ordered should be coming in within the next few days.”

  “That’s okay. Should I go back to Halston’s and grab my truck to follow you, or do you want me to ride you…I mean, with you?”

  She quirked an eyebrow at him. Heat rose again in her cheeks. “Okay, I’ll admit it. I like where you’re going with that.” She took a breath before continuing. “Tell you what. I’ll drive you out to your truck…after we’re done at my place.”

  He helped her place the portable freezers in the back of her pickup truck and climbed into the cab with her. He’d thought watching her drive the ice cream truck was bad-ass. Seeing her handle the large-size pickup truck was even more so.

  “You like your trucks big, don’t you?” he asked, because he had to say something. She was all of his turn-ons in one package.

  “Sure do. I like lots of stuff big.” She threw him a sly grin before focusing on the road again.

  They were at her house in no time, which was surprisingly only a few minutes away from where he lived. Nick helped her reload the portables so they’d be ready for her next run. “Wow. You’ve got quite the setup here. Is the ice cream truck business really that good?”

  Amanda laughed. “No, it’s not. But I got into the vending machine business in Atlanta about a year ago when I was starting to hate my job. And that makes a lot of money. It did take some time since I needed to go around refilling the machines, but now I’m making enough from the ones I own that I can pay teenagers to stock them, and I don’t need to be in Atlanta then.”

  “Don’t you worry they’ll steal money from you?”

  “I have some that are credit or debit card only, and those are the ones I can hire teens to refill. Also, I’ve explained to them exactly how inventory and the money is controlled and counted. I’ll find out pretty quickly if someone tries to take something.”

  “How did you get into the vending machine business? Was your dad doing that, too?”

  “Come on inside and let me get you something to drink or eat.” She walked up the couple steps from the garage to enter into a combination mud room and laundry room. Off of that was the kitchen.

  “My dad finally told me that he had to have another job that he did from home because the ice cream truck business didn’t make enough money. Especially if you want to keep the cost low enough for the kids to convince their parents that they should fork money over on a regular basis rather than
buying equivalent items from the grocery store.”

  “That makes sense.”

  “So I looked into getting into all sorts of mobile food vending, and vending machines were an obvious choice. I was able to take my business degree and actually use it for myself instead of for other people much higher up on the food chain. I also lucked in to finding a guy who was retiring and wanted to sell his vending business. Never can tell when opportunity is going to knock.”

  “Good for you. I’m impressed.” Nick walked over to the fridge and helped scoop ice into the glasses she was fixing them for sodas. It shouldn’t have surprised him that she even had Kool Treat items in her freezer. “You just can’t get away from work, can you?”

  “Hey, I love my job, and I love the food.”

  Some of the ice cream cones like he’d given to Dani earlier were sitting upside down in a row. They looked like mountains…or boobs to Nick. He looked back at Amanda. “How long are you planning on me staying here?”

  “Why?” she asked coyly as she looked between him and the freezer. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Nothing much. I was just thinking maybe we could continue some of the activities we’d started earlier. Like, in the sandwich shop.”

  “Oh, we’re definitely continuing those activities.” She smacked her hand over her mouth and he laughed.

  “I take it you didn’t mean to come right out and say exactly what you meant? So you enjoyed yourself in the sub shop?”

  She took a swipe at him. “You know I did.”

  “Well, along those lines, I was thinking maybe we could put some of this ice cream to use.”

  She tilted her head to look at him. “Really. Put the ice cream to use in some way other than eating it?”

  “Oh, it would still be eaten. It just might make a few detours between treat and mouth.”

  “What do you have in mind?”

  Chapter 7

  Amanda watched as Nick pulled out two of the waffle cones.

  “I think these two need to have each layer rubbed all over your nipples so I can taste your sweetness with every bit of the dessert.”

  Holy. Crap.

  The nipples in question beaded so hard, so fast at the idea that the cotton of her bra felt abrasive against them.

  “I see you like that idea. Or at least one particular part of you does.”

  “Trust me. There are several different parts of me that like that idea.”

  “Should I keep going?”

  Amanda waved him on, not trusting herself to speak coherently.

  “Well, then I was wondering if, after I’ve eaten all of the ice cream out of the cone, and licked up the ice cream off your breasts and nipples, the cones themselves would fit so I could nibble them down to your breasts.”

  Her pussy pulsed at his words and she was surprised she didn’t go straight into an orgasm. Probably the only reason she hadn’t was because he’d taken the edge off her need.

  Speaking of taking the edge off someone’s need, she needed to do the same for him.

  “Actually, I get to go first.”

  “You do? How do you figure that?”

  “You’ve already given me an orgasm once today. I should make sure you last a while by giving you an orgasm.”

  He smirked at her. “You think that logic works?”

  She walked over to him, palmed the erection straining at his fly, and flicked open the snap on his jeans. His cock began doing the work of lowering the zipper all on its own, just by pressing against it. She let her fingers help it down the rest of the way. With one hand, she reached into his boxer briefs and surrounded his length with her hand, but her fingers barely touched. Good grief, he was huge. The other hand worked his briefs under his balls so the material would stay out of her way.

  She reached into the freezer, pulled out an ice cream bar, and shut the freezer door. She easily ripped off the packaging as she went down to her knees.

  “Fuck, Amanda, no. You don’t have to do that.”

  “I want to, so shut up.” She took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, getting a feel for the shape and size of it. She hollowed her cheeks and experimented with creating different amounts of suction, then used her tongue to apply different amounts of pressure along the most sensitive skin.

  All this, to find out just what Nick liked best. According to her romance novels, each guy liked things done a bit differently…down there. She hoped those books knew what they were talking about and had been telling her the truth about what guys really did like. For Nick, she’d get to add in her own style and flavor. Literally.

  The heat from his shaft seared her hand and tongue, and she took a small bite of the ice cream bar to cool down. Replacing her mouth on his cock, she swirled the ice cream and coating around with her tongue.

  “Ah, shit. I’m not going to last very long like this if you keep that up.” Yet instead of pulling away from her, he pumped a little further in.

  She withdrew to get another bite of the ice cream bar and repeated the motion of swirling it around the flared head with her tongue.

  “God. Manda. You’d think I’d be producing enough white, creamy stuff on my own that you wouldn’t feel the need to add more.” He pumped again.

  She could tell he was struggling to keep in control and not go too far in. She’d never been so appreciative before of a considerate lover as she was right now.

  Another bite of ice cream and chocolate and this time she ran them along the underside of his cock with her tongue. The chocolate left a melty mess that she went over and over with her tongue as she cleaned it off.

  “Manda, I’m going to come. You need to decide how and where I’m going to do that.” He was looking down at her with many emotions crossing his face and all of them pointing to the caring he had for her shining in his eyes.

  She looked him straight in the eyes, took another bite of the bar, and took the head of his penis into her mouth as far as it would go. He held on to her head by her hair, never really completely pulling it, but coming close. The thing was, she ended up liking how that felt. But she wasn’t going to move away from him until he’d come.

  It didn’t take long for his orgasm to happen. He sprayed stream after stream, the tangy, salty taste mixing with the sweetness of the ice cream and chocolate as she swallowed as quickly as she could.

  When he’d finally finished, he turned loose of her hair and pulled out. Before she could even think, he pulled her up to her feet and stole a bite of the ice cream bar. With the bite in his mouth, he then leaned in to kiss her. She opened immediately for him. Their tongues dueling each other and the melting ice cream and chocolate. He had to also have tasted himself on her tongue, but he didn’t say anything about it.

  It was the hottest thing she’d ever done.

  And now her arousal was ratcheted back high enough that it was as if she hadn’t just come in a public restaurant a few hours ago. She squirmed trying to get the seam of her crop pants to press against her clit again, but before she knew it, her snap and zipper were undone and her pants were on the floor of her kitchen.

  Nick ran his finger down her belly to the junction of her thighs, then silently pushed her legs apart to give himself easier access to her pussy. Amanda already knew it was swollen and slick with her juices. She was desperate to have it filled and her clit handled roughly like when he had pressed the seam against it.

  She hadn’t realized that the reason she hadn’t been completely enjoying sex with previous lovers and boyfriends was that she liked and needed things a little rough. She’d had no clue about that concerning herself. But now she knew to ask for more. More everything.

  While she was distracted thinking about what it all meant, Nick had gotten her shirt and bra off so that she was now completely naked in her kitchen, while he still had clothes on. There was something kind of wicked about that disparity.

  He rubbed the creamy center of the ice cream bar against her nipples, and the col
d ice cream melted and stuck to her tips. He alternated licking and sucking on a nipple until he got it clean before moving on to the other. He repeated the process multiple times. Amanda inhaled sharply each time he began anew, and jerked her hips in time with the pressure he applied with his mouth.

  “Your tits are so damn responsive. The way you mimic fucking while I’m sucking on you tells me you must be feeling it down here, too.” He ran his fingers lightly through her slit before pressing against her clit and bringing his fingers up to his mouth. “You’re so wet down here. I bet I could bring your juices up and coat your tits with your arousal for a good long time.” He licked his fingers, then licked his lips. “I could alternate between your pussy juices and this ice cream and probably never tire of the tastes.”

  Her hips jerked again and his pupils grew larger. His erection was full and standing tall again, ready to see to her pleasure, and precome formed at the slit.

  “I need to come again. Please.” She didn’t usually beg. Heck, she didn’t usually need more than one orgasm in a night. Nope, never in one night, but Nick was different, and she was going to have to consider all sorts of things about that at some other time.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He put the ice cream bar down on its wrapper and placed it back in the freezer. At least there wouldn’t be a melted mess she’d have to clean up once they were done. Other kinds of messes, yes. But not an ice cream and chocolate one. “I guess I’ll have to try out those cones on your breasts some other time.” He threw off his t-shirt and kicked off the rest of his clothes.

  “Sounds like a plan.” She draped her arms around his neck and lifted herself up to hug her legs around him. “My bedroom is down the hallway, the last door on the right.”

  “Hold up, I need to get a condom out of my pocket.”

  “I have some in my nightstand.”

  “Then to the bedroom it is.” He easily carried her, his hands under her ass, kneading the flesh there, letting his fingers roam closer and closer to her pussy.