by Kerri Sharpe
He took another step towards her, unfastening his jeans as he went. His cock needed little encouragement to be ready. It had been prepared for three years. Haley tipped her head and her long chestnut hair fell in waves over her shoulder. It slid over her breasts as he reached for her. Pulling her into his arms gently, he let a wolfish grin spread over his face.
When she didn’t pull away, Mike drew her tight to him. Her soft curves pressed against his firm body felt so good, so right. His penis ached for relief and, currently, it wanted to find salvation only in her silken depths. Bending down, he brought her chin up to look into her blue eyes as he fondled one of her nipples. He squeezed it between his fingers gently and put his lips near her ear. She shivered and he couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘Mmm, forbidden fruit.’
‘What?’ she asked breathily.
Before she could protest, Mike dropped his mouth down on hers. His tongue found its way in and hers rose to greet it. Within seconds, they were touching, petting, tugging on one another – as though they’d never get enough. Haley bit at his lower lip and moaned when he grabbed her ass and squeezed it tight.
He rolled her nipple between his fingers and bent down even further. When her dark nipple came into focus, he slid his tongue out and over it. He eased off it and blew slightly, smiling as it reacted to him. Teasing her nipple, he licked it quickly and rubbed his lips over it softly. She moaned and her hands came to his hair, pulling his head tight against her chest. Mike drew her nipple into his mouth and growled. Sucking gently, he worked her other breast with his hand as he edged his body down more. He pulled off her nipple and it hardened even more. He smiled up at her. ‘So ripe … like berries for the picking.’
Haley ran her tiny hands over his cheeks. She cupped his face and stared down at him, her eyes full of lust as he went to his knees before her. Her brow furrowed. ‘Mike?’
Tugging at her panties, he slid them down her thighs. The tuft of neatly trimmed dark curls that lay beneath smelled of sex and of Haley. He drew in a deep breath. His eyes fluttered. Licking the front of her hip, he continued to work her panties down her legs. He eased them off her and tossed them aside. Eyeing the prize, he feathered his fingers back up her smooth legs.
Parting her folds, he licked along the outer edges of her sex. Haley jerked slightly and he grabbed tight to her ass with his other hand to keep her steady. Kneading her ass cheek, Mike continued to let his tongue glide over the rim of her slit, lightly skimming her clit.
‘Mike,’ Haley panted as she clutched his head tighter. She swayed her hips, easing herself into his face.
He smiled into her as her juices oozed out of her sex. Lapping it up, he growled at how good she tasted. So sweet, like peaches and cream.
She moved faster, pressing herself against his lips. Varying the degree at which he sucked on her bud, Mike felt Haley’s legs begin to quiver. Her orgasm moved over her rapidly and he eagerly relished the juice that trickled from her body.
‘Mike … please.’ She pulled on his face.
Reluctantly, he gave into her and stood. The lure of her mouth was too great and he clamped his over it, seeking her tongue, her permission to continue. She bit playfully at his mouth, skilfully dodging and receiving his tongue at all the right moments.
She encircled him with her hand. He wanted to throw her on the bed and ravish her but she broke their kiss and dropped to her knees before him. Reaching down, he touched her cheek lightly and she nipped at his fingers lightly. ‘Honey, I need to be in you.’
‘You’ll be in my mouth.’ She worked her hands into the front of his jeans and began to slide them down his hips. When his cock bobbed before her face, she laughed. ‘Who’d have thought “the teach” was going commando?’
‘No, Haley … don’t refer to me as that. Here, with you, it’s just me … just Mike. Don’t remind me how wrong this is. Not now.’
Nodding, she met his gaze. Her blue eyes were hungry and he wanted to be the one to satisfy her. She moved his pants down a bit more. Wrapping her hand around his thick shaft, she smiled in delight, moaning her pleasure. Mike mirrored her noise as she ran her hand up and down the full length of him. She let her tongue flicker out and over the head of his cock before taking him fully into her mouth.
‘Ahh … easy, baby, easy … Haley, you have to … oh, that’s it. Right there. Deep throat me, baby. Take me all the way down.’
He closed his eyes in ecstasy as she took him all the way in. When he felt her gag reflex kick in, Mike almost shot come down her throat.
‘Oh, Lord, that feels so good.’
Haley continued to move over his shaft. Each time he hit the back of her throat, they moaned simultaneously. It was even better than he’d imagined, watching Haley on her knees sucking him off. His fingers were wrapped in her chestnut hair while her blue eyes stared up at him. Her hot mouth worked him to the brink of orgasm. Quickly, he pulled her off him. She protested but he didn’t listen. He’d waited three years to have her and now that he had the opportunity, he wouldn’t miss out on it.
Mike picked her up and carried her to the heavily carved walnut bed. Laying her down across the covers, he couldn’t help but think her even more beautiful then. Her long hair fanned out on to the pale-blue comforter just as it had in his fantasies and his chest grew tight. She was so beautiful, so perfect, so willing to let him have his way with her.
‘Mike,’ she whispered.
Her sex called to him, the taste of it still fresh on his mind and tongue. Unable to control himself, he leaned forward to sample her again. Parting her velvety folds, he inserted a finger into her hot wet channel, bringing his lips to her swollen bud and drawing it gently into his mouth. The taste of her was divine. A meal he’d never grow tired of eating.
Haley bucked beneath him as he varied sucks and licks on her clitoris. She clawed at the bed and rode his face while he fingered her. So tight. So hot. So his. As she writhed under the weight of his caresses, she hit her summit. Still he didn’t stop his onslaught. He lavished a series of long licks over her slit, making her wiggle more. Nectar oozed from her and he moistened his lips with her scent.
She tugged on the sides of his face and when he met her eyes, he saw the need in her face. ‘Please, Mike.’
The knowledge that she desired him as well sent him flying. Sliding up and over her, he eased himself between her legs. He came to a rest above her, in a semi-push-up, the head of his penis positioned near her cleft.
She twisted slightly, causing the tip to enter her tight core. His arms tightened as he strained to keep from fully sheathing himself. He took a few calming breaths, wanting this to last and last. It took all of his resolve not to take her roughly, ravish her until he was sated. Well, as sated as he could ever be with this luscious young temptress. She was his addiction. No question about it. A very wrong addiction though. One that could ruin his career.
‘Fuck me, Mike,’ she begged.
Unable to resist her any longer, Mike did as she wished. He thrust himself deep within her until he was all the way to the hilt. He smiled; his little Haley was every bit as tight and wet as he’d imagined; maybe even more so.
Pulling almost all the way out, he locked gazes with her and smiled. She closed her eyes and he grabbed her chin lightly. ‘No, I want you looking at me while we do it.’
A grin spread across her face and she ran her hand down the length of their bodies. His cock had a spasm when she wrapped her hand around it and he fought hard to control himself.
‘If you hold me, I’ll never last, and the thought of diving into your tight little pussy isn’t helping my control any.’
She released him. He slammed into her, making her cry out and grab his arms. Mike pumped rapidly, causing the brass lantern light on the bedside table to wobble. Breaking it would be a shame, but stopping what he was doing would be much worse. Her channel gripped him and his penis bulged with the need for release. Afraid of coming too soon, Mike slowed his pace and began to make small swirling pat
terns with his hips. Haley responded by clawing his back.
‘Right there, oh yes, Mike, there!’ Her cheeks were now rosy and her lips swollen. She was so close, teetering on the edge of culmination. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him deeper penetration. ‘Ah, you’re so big,’ she purred. ‘Too big, Mike.’
Mike rolled to the side, pulling Haley with him. Waves of silky long hair surrounded his face. Looking up through the chestnut veil, he saw her shocked look and chuckled.
‘You could have warned me,’ she said, her voice low, sultry.
‘I didn’t want to hurt you, baby. This way, you can control the pace and I can watch you fuck me. Besides, a gentleman always allows the lady to go first.’
Her brow furrowed. ‘Hurt me? If that was hurting me then you have my full permission to hurt me any damn time you like.’
‘Really?’ A sly grin spread across his face and he made a mental note to hold her to that promise.
She straddled his waist and slid her body over his slick cock. Her eyes widened as her body did its best to accommodate his size. She’d had close contact with a number of penises, despite her tender years, but by far, Mike’s was the most impressive.
He ran his large hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. Tweaking each nipple slightly, he sent slivers of pleasure running through her. ‘Do you like that, baby? Do you like it when I squeeze your nipples?’
Haley rode him, rubbing herself against his lower abdomen and drawing in deep breaths as she took him fully with each stroke. Nodding, she leaned forward and captured his lips with hers. The new angle provided additional stimulation to her bud and her legs tightened. A tingling sensation emanated from her toes and she rode him harder and faster. She sucked hard on Mike’s tongue. He let out a muffled cry beneath her as her core milked him with a fierceness she’d never experienced before.
Mike pulled at her hips, driving her down on to his erection even more. His body went rigid beneath hers and she had half a second to decide whether or not to stay on him.
Haley began to roll off him and he clutched tight to her hips, holding her in place as he came in jarring waves. Her eyes widened as she took every last drop of him deep within her body. She broke their kiss and moved to slide off him.
Mike’s eyes widened. ‘Tell me you don’t regret it already, Haley. Please tell me that look is the one you wear after mind-blowing sex.’
She laughed. ‘I most certainly do not regret it. I was just going to let you get some sleep.’
He shook his head slightly. ‘You’re joking, right? I’m not done with you. Hell, I may never be done with you.’ He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his chest.
She nuzzled her cheek against him and ran her fingers through his chest hair. Eventually she eased herself off him and collapsed back on the bed. ‘I need a shower,’ she said.
Mike kissed the top of her head and ran his hand gently over her back. ‘A shower can wait. We need to talk.’
She smiled down at him and waited for him to continue.
‘You know that we have to keep this – us – a secret, right?’
Haley bit her lower lip and nodded. Running her hand over his collarbone she let out a soft laugh. ‘I won’t tell a soul about us. You have my word,’ she said, kissing his chest.
‘Mmm, now that we have that little discussion out of the way …’ Mike flipped her on to her stomach and rose to his knees behind her. She tried to turn and look back at him. He caught her and positioned her face forward. A dark sea chest propped in the corner caught her eye. A large black iron anchor was propped next to it, keeping the nautical theme and making the moment all the more special. Mike’s firm grasp brought Haley back to the moment. Pulling up, he brought her to her hands and knees. ‘No. It’s my turn to control the situation. I want you to take every bit of me, from every angle.’
‘Mike?’ Her eyes widened as he thrust a finger into her tight channel. Her vaginal muscles seized hold of it, and she didn’t need him to tell her how wet she was. When she felt the tip of his penis probing her, she moaned. ‘No more, Mike. Please, I can’t do this. I need a break.’
‘Mmm, you’re a hell of a lot younger than me and if I’m ready to do it again, so are you.’ He thrust himself into her with one long stroke. She yelled out and pushed back against him. ‘That’s it, baby. There you go. Yeah, take it all the way. You like that, don’t you? You like my dick crammed in you.’
‘Mike … yes … ah … Mike.’
Easing his pace, he found a spot that stimulated him just right and made her moan. Haley arched her back and he ran his hand up it, coming to a stop at the base of her neck. He gripped her neck lightly and bent forward to kiss her back. He ran his other hand around to her cleft and she jerked slightly when he plucked her ripe bud. She tightened around him and he had to stop moving his hips to avoid finishing.
‘Ohh … Mike … there, oh … there.’
Mike rubbed her jewel again, in hopes of eliciting additional pleas for more from her. He caressed her sex gently, tenderly, while she began to rock her hips back, forcing him deeper into her. His sac slapped against her as he drove with full force. Haley’s body shook and then he felt her orgasm ripping through her. Unable to stave off his own, he came with a start into her, soaking her with his essence. He lay still, sated, his body pressed on top of hers, his breaths coming in shallow pants for a few minutes.
Finally he withdrew and she turned to face him. She sat before him on the bed, her cheeks flushed from their love-making and her inner thighs glistening from their combined juices. It took everything in him not to ravish her again.
She cupped his face and pulled him to her. Spreading her legs wide, her gaze flickered downward. ‘What do you say to spending the night fucking each other’s brains out?’
He arched an eyebrow. ‘The night, huh? There’s still a hell of a lot I want to do to that tight little body of yours. How about the rest of the week?’
‘Even better, Professor.’ Haley smiled and pulled his mouth close to hers. ‘Besides, I really want good marks in your class.’
He slid himself over her and laughed softly. ‘I’ll have to think about that.’
‘You could always go back into the bushes and think about it. Or, better yet, think about it behind the willow tree.’
Mike chuckled. ‘You saw that, huh?’
Haley smiled. ‘Yes, and I can’t wait to touch myself again as you masturbate. I don’t think the tree enjoyed the show nearly as much as I did.’
Mike eased himself over her and grabbed hold of his happy cock. ‘Good to know.’
Butter Fingers Maddie Mackeown
PRISTINE. THAT’S HOW he liked it. That’s how he wanted it to be. With everything in its correct place. Lowry looked around the room. Neat, tidy, minimalist. A subtle atmosphere of tasteful space. The cool colours and sleek lines shouted ‘style’ in dignified and powerful undertones, reflecting Lowry’s private opinion of his own personal charisma.
He stepped, with feet swathed in supple leather, across a designer’s dream of wood-block flooring to the huge expanse of window that overlooked the Thames below, flowing tonight in a soft grey glide that moved in muted persuasion on its way to the Houses of Parliament just beyond the bend.
He was standing at the centre of a power base and basking in that awareness. Well, maybe he was a tad off centre but close enough, surely, for some of it to rub off onto him. He ran elegant fingers through recently trimmed hair, which was just beginning to show distinguished grey streaks at the temples.
He could hear Eva in the kitchen preparing for his guests. She was quietly busy as she was in all things to which she applied herself. Efficiency personified. She would not let him down, that he knew. He listened attentively, trying to make out her manoeuvres, but all he could make out was the odd clatter, bang or scrape. Oh well, he always left it to her capability and did not interfere. What went on behind the closed doors he could but guess. It didn’t particularly intrigue him
. He had a vague impression of gleaming steel shrouded in a mist of steam. As long as the results were stunning as usual, then he was satisfied. Eva was mistress of her domain.
He turned at the swish of the kitchen door and watched her go over to the table. She minutely realigned the perfection of cutlery and candles around the fresh flower arrangement that she now placed on the shiny glass surface, an epicentre of the night’s proceedings.
‘Is everything going OK?’
‘Of course.’ She spoke in a low pitch, husky with intimate resonance. Lowry was aware that she knew he’d asked the unnecessary question simply to hear her voice.
She turned the vase to an angle of better advantage. Late evening sunlight filtered through glass panes in the ceiling, lending a shimmering brilliance to the ambience, which enhanced the creamy richness of each separate lily. The petals held spattered droplets of moisture that glistened. Lowry thought that the white lily was an odd choice of flower for a table decoration as they made him think of death and funerals. He had to admit that they were elegantly beautiful with a wonderfully exotic perfume. She always chose lilies, God knows why, and she always used five. He studied them and she studied him. But he knew better than to comment.
‘Will you wear the apron?’
She touched the ties at her waist and thought for a few seconds. ‘Mm, I’m not sure; haven’t decided yet.’
He watched her face for some sign of perplexity but there was none. She remained as unruffled as usual. He would love to go closer, maybe wipe off a smudge of cream or strawberry juice, but there was none. Her skin was clean and dewy fresh. His nerves tingled as he imagined her sweat-smeared. She was unbelievably calm and collected. It was almost as if she had sneaked in a takeaway but he knew this was not the case. He wanted to approach and smooth a loose strand of hair back into place but its luxurious abundance was neatly clipped back. How did she do it? Such a profusion of wayward curls all held by a single clasp and not making a bid for freedom.
