Pink: Hot 'n Sexy for a cure: The Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology

by Tara Oakes

  “I knew you were going to be fun,” he mutters as he slips his T-shirt over his head and tosses it on top of my discarded dress. Oh, Jesus, that’s nice. He’s big. Everywhere. Rough, tattoos flowing over every inch of skin. Beautiful, intricate pieces of art that must have taken many hours to complete. He’d be intimidating except for the smile and dimples.

  I raise an eyebrow and he chuckles. His hands work his belt loose, shoving his jeans down his legs. He falters for a second while he works his boots off, then pushes everything to the side.

  His hand grips my hip, pulling me close, so his face can nuzzle my neck. His raspy cheek, rough against my skin. “Your turn,” he whispers.

  Zero

  The heat pouring off Lilly fucks with my head. But it’s no match for her naked skin. Losing the bra and panties almost makes me lose my mind. I have to step back so I can take all of her in.

  My hand rubs over my chin, swiping away any stray traces of drool. “Fuck me, you must have made a fortune dancing.”

  She snorts. “That’s a few years behind me.”

  Whatever. I’d hire her right this second…and end up beating every man who looked at her half to death.

  “I don’t like that you’re comparing me to other—”

  I stop her before she finishes the ridiculous thought. “Trust me, there’s no comparison. Turn around.”

  She chuckles, but complies. I’m glad she’s facing away. Because my dropped-jaw expression probably makes me look like a dipwad who’s never seen a naked chick in his life. But fucking hell, she’s hot. Her hips curve perfectly to fit my hands as I yank her against me. My lips find her shoulder, kissing a path to her ear. “You’re fucking perfection.”

  “Thank you.”

  Love her confidence. I’m so over chicks who offer weak denials when you pay them a compliment. She trembles as my hands make their way from her hips, to cup her tits. Also perfect. And real. Everything in me is screaming to get inside this woman, but still I take my time. She leans against me and sighs. “There’s condoms in the top drawer.” She tips her head to the side toward her nightstand.

  “Condoms, plural, huh?”

  “Definitely.” She reaches back and gives my cock a quick squeeze through my briefs. “I think the first time will be pretty quick.”

  I’m too amused to be insulted. Besides, she’s probably right. Her breasts are still in my hands, and I squeeze gently, loving the feel of her soft round flesh against my rough hands. Her nipples beg for my thumbs to brush over the stiff tips. She whimpers and arches her back, driving her ass right into my dick. Another second of this and I’ll snap. My hand glides down her belly, then over her mound, fingers dipping between her thighs, along her slick lips.

  “You want me?”

  She replies by moaning and wiggling against my hand. Gasps when I find her opening and shove two fingers inside. “Spread your legs.” I dip down to get a better angle as she does what I ask, and I’m loving the feel of her slick heat squeezing my fingers. My thumb brushes against her clit and she jolts. “You close?”

  She hums and shakes her head. “That’s hot, but I need some words, Lilly.”

  “No.”

  Honesty. I like it.

  “Get on the bed.”

  She turns and perches on the edge of the bed. Her hands dive for my underwear, tugging it down my legs and she follows it to the floor. Kneeling in front of me, she glances up and smiles. One of her hands wraps around my cock, stroking a few times before taking me in her mouth.

  “Fuck!” My hands tangle in her hair and I forget everything. Her tongue swirls over the tip, while her hand strokes my shaft. “Fuck, that’s good.” She takes me deeper gliding forward and back. Best head I’ve ever had. I’m much too close to the edge, and this isn’t how I want things to go down. Reaching over, I snag open her drawer and yank out a condom. She keeps sucking, and licking right up until I’ve got the condom ready to roll down my dick, then pulls away with a smile on her face. “Get up on the bed.”

  She hops up on the bed and scoots back, resting on her elbows, knees wide. Hot as fuck. Especially with that secret smile curving her reddened lips. As I crawl up her body, she loops her arms around my neck. “I think you’re the hottest man who’s ever been in my bed.”

  I lower my mouth to kiss her. To shut her up, because I don’t want to think about her with anyone else. I thrust hard and she moans into my mouth. My hand cups her face, thumb brushing her cheek. I have to pound into her or die. She gasps, moans, then screams out a stream of sexy curses as she finds her release.

  “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Lilly.”

  She sucks in a deep breath and her lips tilt into a satisfied smirk. “You’ve got a wicked cock.” Her words are low and husky. They’re my undoing.

  A few short thrusts and my cock explodes. “Fuck!”

  I roll to the side, taking her with me, pulling her close. Kissing the top of her head, I brush her sweaty hair off her forehead and she smiles up at me. “Going to stick around for round two?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She smiles even wider and after a second slips out from underneath me. “Be right back.”

  Too spent to move, I watch her sexy ass sway out of the room.

  After I spot a wastebasket to toss the condom in, she still hasn’t returned. Since we just met and all, I throw on my briefs before leaving the bedroom to find her. Because I’m a practical guy, I pluck a condom out of nightstand drawer and tuck it in my waistband.

  The house is dark, but a soft glow from the kitchen leads me to Lilly. As my feet touch the cold, tile floor, she turns.

  “Hey, I was just grabbing some water,” she explains.

  My mouth can’t form any words. I’m too twisted from watching her stand casually naked in her kitchen. Instead, I walk up behind her, put my hands on her hips and yank her against me. The way her body softens against me brings my lips to her shoulder. She shivers as I kiss my way to her ear. “Aren’t you worried about someone spying on you?”

  We are after all standing in front of her kitchen window. Except for the bedroom, none of her windows seem to have any coverings.

  “No one’s around for a few miles,” she answers and I grin when I hear the quiver in her voice.

  A second later, I’m laughing when she rubs her ass against my hardening dick. The friction knocks the little foil packet out of my waistband, landing it on the floor. Lilly reaches down and plucks it off the floor.

  “Feeling hopeful?”

  My shoulders lift. Can’t help my grin from spreading.

  “Safety first.”

  “I like that.”

  Lucky me.

  She turns and loops her arms over my shoulders. Big green eyes blink up at me. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Haven’t thought that far ahead.” Behind her, I see she set out two glasses of water. “Were you bringing me water too?”

  Her brow wrinkles in the cutest way. “Yes. Why?”

  Shit. It’s fuckin’ sweet, that’s why. “Thanks,” I answer, reaching past her to grab one of the glasses. Downing it in a few swallows.

  She jumps when I thump the glass on the counter. “Come here.”

  “I’m already plastered against you. How much closer do you want to get?”

  Fuck, that mouth of hers is a turn on.

  I hook my arm tighter around her, pulling her closer. Our lips meet with no hesitation. We’re touching at every point—our mouths, her soft breasts against my hard chest, but it’s not enough. Obviously she feels the same way, because she claws at me, shoves her hands into my hair, holding me still. We’re a frantic jumble as I back her out of the kitchen. No way can I make it all the way to her bedroom. She must agree, because she pulls me into the living room, shoving my underwear down my hips before we even reach the couch.

  “Turn around,” I demand. “Let me see that ass again.”

  She smirks, but turns. Shakes her ass at me as she drapes herself over the end of the couch.


  “Don’t worry, sugar. I’m gonna fuck you.”

  Her low, throaty laugh gets me even harder and I struggle to rip open the condom packet and get it on. She arches and bounces up on her tiptoes, eager and playful. In a smooth thrust, I enter her. We both gasp and groan at the shock.

  “Fuck,” she moans, low and throaty. The sounds she makes set me off and I’m grabbing her like a wild fuckin’ animal. Holding onto her hips, pounding into her. She spasms and clenches around my cock, coming fast and hard.

  She reaches back, wrapping her hands around my forearms. I’m fuckin’ gone, my rhythm shot to hell as I keep pounding into her. I can’t help shouting as I push into her once, twice, then again as my orgasm takes over. The whole time, she’s whispering filthy words of encouragement.

  I slump over her back, careful not to crush her against the arm of the couch.

  After a couple seconds she wriggles until I stand, pulling her up with me.

  Another one of her sexy smirks almost does me in.

  “Maybe we should grab a nap before round three,” she says with a teasing smile.

  Christ, no way is this gonna be the only night I spend with Lilly. “Fuck, yeah.”

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  SHAME AND MACE

  A.C. Bextor

  Weddings aren’t my favorite, nor have they ever been.

  My wedding to Mace had been a catholic ceremony. It was long, drawn out, and all I could think about as the priest was blessing our union was how long it was going to take me to dismantle Mace’s fuckin’ dress. When it was over I wanted to be able to slide my cock inside her without any delay.

  If that makes me a pig, I don’t care. My woman loves me for the man I am.

  When Gunner told us he’d asked Shaina to marry him, I delayed my congratulations. I was waiting for him to tell us the ceremony would be at a chapel in Vegas, with Elvis himself performing the service.

  Unfortunately, that wasn’t so, and evidence of this is standing in front of me, wearing a black tuxedo.

  “Well, at least that’s over,” Hem says, holding a beer in one hand and Sadey’s waist with the other. Her eyes are closed and she’s leaning her head into his chest.

  Hoping to hear they’re wrapping shit up, I ask, “Where’s the couple now?”

  Hem points to the dance floor. “Gunner said he doesn’t expect us all to hang around, so we’re free to go whenever.”

  “Thank fuck,” I respond, running my fingers through my hair and looking around the room for Mace.

  Hem notices. “My sister’s in the kitchen, helping the others put shit away.”

  “You and Sadey staying here tonight, or goin’ home?”

  There are still times we stay at the club, in the same rooms we had before getting older and having families. The younger members know those rooms are to never be occupied by anyone but us.

  Hem turns to his wife before asking, “Sadey girl, wanna stay here?”

  “We’re taking Shame’s kids home with us tonight,” she tells him. “I promised Mace we would.”

  This is a surprise … a damn good one.

  Mace has blessed me with three kids; A son, Ryder, who’s now thirteen. He’s easy to manage, even though he has a temper much like mine. I also have twin girls, Amy and Amanda, who are ten. Amy’s all me, which makes her a fucking handful. Amanda is soft, though, and sensitive like her mother tends to be when she thinks no one’s watching.

  Hem’s face falls. Whatever plans he had have obviously been ruined, thanks to his kid sister Mace.

  “Didn’t see that one comin’,” he pouts, but kisses the top of Sadey’s head. “Let’s go, then. Seems we gotta gather the tribe, and that’ll take a while.”

  Sadey moves to me, stands on her tip toes, smiling, and kisses my cheek as she whispers, “You owe me, Shame Carrick. Hem’s gonna be grumpy all night and wake up cranky ‘cause you’ve shit all over his plans.

  Now I’m smiling down at her. I kiss her cheek as she just did mine while whispering my own intent. “Mace’ll need to sleep in tomorrow, sweetheart. I plan to have her make some shit up to me—my way.”

  Pulling away and scrunching up her nose, always hating my crass talk, Sadey slaps my shoulder. “Do you think about anything other than sex?”

  “No,” Hem and I say in unison before I watch Sadey start to drag Hem away.

  “Tell the girls to be good … and tell Ryder no more fuckin’ texting,” I shout to their backs.

  I don’t get a response, other than Sadey turning around long enough to pin me with a dirty look, just as she used to do when she was twelve.

  Walking into the kitchen of the club, I hear before I see, Mace, giving orders to the other women inside. I lean my body against the door frame and wait for her to notice I’m standing here.

  It gives my eyes time to take in her dress. It’s red, tight, and my hands ache to explore what I already know is underneath it.

  As she closes the refrigerator door, she catches me watching. She turns to Kegs and finds her eyebrows raised once she takes in my stance.

  It has to be said, if there’s a woman around here as like-minded as I am, it’s Honor’s woman, Kegs. “Oh, Mace. Someone’s hungry,” she coos. “Fuck, I hope Honor’s lookin’ at me like Shame’s lookin’ at you when I find him.”

  “Out,” I snap, washing my mind of Honor fucking Kegs. I’m not sure who fucks who, and it’s not something I wanna know. I imagine they’re probably into all that kinky shit that people are into these days. Fuck that.

  “Don’t be a dick,” Kegs returns. She leans into Mace, gives her a hug goodbye, then turns to the other stragglers who’ve walked in and shouts, “This is not a show you people want to watch. Out!”

  Mace finishes setting a bowl of God knows what inside the fridge before kicking it shut, using the toe of her high-heeled, black stiletto. My eyes travel up her legs, still so toned and tight, to her waist, which is much the same.

  “Come here, Mace,” I call to her without needing to. She was already on her way.

  Before making a move to touch me, she looks around and asks, “Is everyone already gone?”

  I don’t answer. Instead, I tell her, “Hem and Sadey just took the kids.”

  “That was supposed to be a surprise,” she whines, moving her long dark hair over her shoulder, giving me a perfect view of the tanned flesh of her neck that I love to taste.

  Pulling her to me by the waist, knowing it’s been a week since I’ve felt her against me, I lean down and take her mouth. The urgency grows at the visual of pounding my cock into her.

  As the kiss becomes breathless, Mace pulls away and places her hands on my chest. She doesn’t miss my cock standing at attention, pressing against her stomach.

  “I’ve missed you,” she tells me.

  “Me too, sweetheart,” I return, gently touching the side of her face. My palm warms with the heat of it. “You’ve got about ten minutes to get upstairs, undress, and wait for me.”

  “There’s people here, Shame. We can’t—”

  “I’ll get rid of ‘em. You go,” I demand, using the back of my hand to slap her ass harder than I intended to.

  Without being distracted, she advises, “You can’t just tell people to leave. This is Gunner’s wedding reception.”

  “I can, and the longer you keep me waitin’ here, the longer I’ll make you wait to get off ridin’ my fuckin’ hand.”

  Narrowing her eyes and passing me, she walks away to do just what I’ve told her to do.

  Good girl.

  “Hey, man,” Gunner greets me, walking in from the other entrance.

  “You about done out there?” I ask without caring what he thinks of my tone. I’ve got a night with my wife—without a house full of kids—and I’m ready to get started.

  “Well hello, Shame,” Gunner smarts back, gr
abbing a water from the fridge. “Hem told me he was taking your clan home with him. Shaina’s sayin’ goodbye to everyone now, then after that, the place is yours. I’m sure the newbies won’t bother you.”

  “Fuckin’ straight, brother. By the way, congratulations,” I tell him, not truly caring if he heard me as he left. He knows by now I’m happy enough for him.

  When I enter my old room, I find Mace is in the bathroom. The room’s dark. I haven’t been in here in months. There are times I still crash here if something’s going on with one of our members, but it’s not often things go haywire. Nevertheless, every now and then, shit happens.

  Once seated on the edge of the bed, I start taking off my shoes. The door opens and I look up to find Mace standing in the threshold with one arm above her head, and the other placed at her waist as she leans against the door frame. She’s wearing a black, silk piece that hits mid-thigh. I’ve never seen it before. The white lace at the bottom contrasts with her smooth, tanned legs.

  She’s as beautiful to me now as she was the day I married her.

  “Do you like it?” she asks, now running her hands down her waist, trying to straighten the tight material.

  “No,” I clip, holding my hand out, beckoning her to come to me.

  I see her face through the moon’s reflection, coming through the blinds. Her eyes are wide at my response, telling me I’ve struck a nerve.

  “Mace,” I snap out. “Here, baby.”

  Walking to me with careful steps, she stops and stands between my legs, her hands grabbing onto my shoulders as she looks down at me.

  “I hope you’re lying and you appreciate what I bought for you tonight.”

  Not offering a compliment in the way she expects, I offer her something else. “I appreciate the sentiment, sweetheart, but sometimes you wearing less is a fuck of a lot better than more. Take it off.”

  “Shame,” she pouts. “You’re not even gonna look at me wearing it?”

  “I did,” I say, standing up and kissing her nose.