Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion

by Christina Mascaro

  Sexy Little Secrets

  A Bedside Companion

  An erotic collection of sex scenes by Chris Mascaro

  Read by yourself as a nightly treat for you or let your partner read it to your for extra fun! Whatever you choose — let your body appreciate…

  Copyright © 2013 l Chris Mascaro

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the author/publisher.

  ISBN – 978-1-62840-212-4

  Table of Contents

  Sarah and Conner

  Taylor and Lyssie

  A Quickie

  A Texas Gentleman

  The Perfect Date

  Neighbors

  All Broke Up

  Extra Special

  Newlyweds

  Just Can’t Wait

  Anna who can Sing

  The Locker Room

  Ex-Girlfriend

  Scott and Bree

  Dear Readers,

  This collection of fantasies is just that: fantasy. In real life, there are many considerations to make that just didn’t flow well into the story, such as safe sex, condoms, pregnancy issues, and protection against STD’s.

  If you choose to ‘re-enact’ or ‘use these ideas’ yourself, please make sure you use precautions against STD’s and pregnancy (if you aren’t trying to have a baby or you and your partner have not been tested!) These stories are cut from larger unpublished works, and there are ‘consequences’ that do occur in those larger stories that you are not getting as part of the short story collection.

  CONNER AND SARAH AFTER A HARD WORK DAY

  Hot steam soothed away Sarah’s aches as she washed the soap out of her hair and ran the slick soap over her skin. The steamy air of the shower loosened the muscles in her throat as she ran her hands over her body, rinsing off.

  The bathroom was adjoined to her room, so she didn’t bother covering up when she exited the bathroom, using the towel on her hair rather than on her body.

  Her limbs and torso emitted a light steam as she dug through her clothing to find something to sleep in. As she air-dried, the soft droplets of water evaporated, leaving small goose bumps on her skin, and drawing her nipples into hard, darkened peaks.

  Sarah quickly tied her tangled hair into a messy bun, and then pulled on a white cotton top with spaghetti straps and gray cotton pants.

  She flipped off the harsh white overhead light and turned on a small bedside lamp that omitted a soft, dim, orange glow. Climbing on top of the covers, she laid back against all of the pillows propped on top.

  Conner was drying his own hair from his shower and dressed quickly in boxers and a shirt. He was eager to check on Sarah. It had been a long day at work, and it had been physically strenuous. Their rooms were right next to each other, so he didn’t bother putting on a robe, but crept the few feet in the hallway and gazed at her through the open door.

  He stood in the doorway, his eyes drifting over her body. Her gaze was vulnerable and at peace, her eyes closed, her breasts small but perfectly round and robust. The nipples were barely visible through her cotton tank top, the outline dark and shadowed through the fabric, her nipples poking through slightly.

  He stepped out of the shadows, desire tugging at his lower belly, threatening to swallow him quickly.

  Sarah slowly looked at him, wonderingly, unembarrassed by her state of near undress.

  “Come in,” she paused, weariness in her voice. Conner melted with compassion.

  “It’s just me,” he meant the words casually, but after hearing the words come out of his mouth, he realized they were an attempt to calm himself, and assure her there were no secret intentions.

  He saw relief course through her, and he shut her door quietly, making his way to her bed. He sat down next to her, the weight of the mattress sagging slightly and tilting her body towards his.

  Conner’s hands began to knead the muscles in her neck and shoulder, unable to keep his hands off of her.

  “Ow—,” she drawled slowly, bunching her shoulders and pulling away. “That hurts,” she complained.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Conner asked quickly, his hands yanking back.

  “No…no it felt good too,” she stammered.

  “Your muscles are so tight, your shoulders are in knots,” he commented, his fingers and heels of his hands rubbing and massaging her upper back and neck.

  “It has been such a long day, and I’m just so confused,” she cut herself off to breathe in deeply. Her body, stiff and tense, relaxed and went limp so she rested against his chest. “Conner?” She turned her head to the side.

  Conner’s heart was beating hard. The sexual attraction that had been culminating over the last two weeks was finally peaking.

  “Huh?” He responded by kissing her hair lightly.

  “Nothing,” she shook her head.

  “It’s okay,” he encouraged, kissing her neck and shoulder.

  “Do you think I’m pushing everyone away? Am I doing something wrong here? Am I being punished for my actions?” She remarked boldly, even though her voice was quivering.

  “No, you’re not being punished,” Conner stopped to prevent his voice from breaking. Sarah closed her eyes, sleep taking over her body. His hands took a hold of her elbows and he slid his palms to her upper arms, surprised at the coolness of her skin. “God would never punish you,” he whispered, kissing the base of her neck, moving down her spine.

  Sarah shivered as his lips moved back upward again, his lips parted, his tongue flicking the skin on her neck, savoring its softness. The moistness of his mouth and lips moved behind her left ear, below it, and ended at her jaw.

  Conner turned her around and pulled her toward his lips and she willingly let him. He noticed her downcast expression as he framed her face with his hands and kissed her forehead.

  “We’re almost through this.”

  “I—I’m just not sure anymore,” she winced at her own admission.

  Conner stroked her cheek until she re-opened her eyes to look at him. Such a simple caress with such a complex meaning.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He swallowed, surprised at the huskiness in his voice. She shook her head and he resumed kissing her, his palms cupping her face, his lips and tongue grazing her cheekbones and the sensitive areas around her ear, tracing her jawbone and coming back to her mouth.

  She nudged his head in search of his lips and he tilted his head, tenderly fitting his mouth to hers. He held back his eagerness, letting her sexual hunger set the pace. It was slow and gentle, their tongues probing at each other. He pulled away as she gasped for air as if it were an exhausting effort.

  Conner gently lifted her right leg over his left, and her left leg over his right. Her calves lightly touched his thighs as his head dipped to her throat. His soft lips caressed her collarbone, his hands pulling her top over her head. The cotton was soft under his fingertips, and as he tossed it aside her arms went to protect and cover her chest. He pulled her arms away, releasing the hold on her wrists, and he began to touch and tease the skin on the sides of her breasts.

  Sarah shivered, half from her nerves and the other half from excitement and tingling. His mouth caught hers again, his lips passionately leading her, his fingers stroking the tops of her breasts, the palms of his hands rubbing over her nipples, teasing them into a sharpened hardness.

  Her hands ran down his chest, lower still until she bunched the fabric of his shirt into her fists, pulling it off. Conner slipped his arm around her body, drawing her closer until she was sitting in his lap.

  Sarah’s breathing became heavier, wrapping her legs around
his hips. His groin tightened with an aching heat, feeling her heated opening so close to him. He loosened his grip on her body and slid his right hand into her pants, kissing her deeply, not hard, but with hungry eagerness. He pushed her body back onto the pillows, his arms easing her back.

  Her legs fell from his hips and rested lazily open on the bed. He pulled her pants off, swept them away with his hand, pushed his boxers off, and grinned that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her eyes were closed, his fingers stroking her moist opening, and his groin was tight, his balls aching something fierce as his erection expanded, lengthened and throbbed, swollen and hot.

  “Sarah?” He questioned her. He could still stop, it wasn’t too late. God forbid that was what she wanted but so far in the scheme, he could. Her answer was her eyes fluttering open, reaching up to his neck and pulling his head down to hers, her tongue plunging deep between his teeth.

  Holding his upper body up on his hands, he slowly penetrated her, submersing himself inch by easing inch. Her muscles contracted around him and he held off, biting his lip to keep himself from plunging into her with one powerful thrust and a hard, quick drive of his hips.

  Her muscles flexed and then relaxed so he probed farther, pushing himself in another two inches. Her tight, sleek opening clenched him hard. Her grip was hot, her lower back muscles shuddering and straining. His hands moved to pin her upper arms to the mattress, and no longer able to hold back he powerfully lunged into her, ramming into her body. He cursed himself inwardly then groaned deep in the back of his throat. Her back lifted and arched off the bed, her lips parting as she let out a choked sigh.

  Her arms reached around his shoulders, pulling him closer, aching to have him bury himself deep inside her.

  A surge of power raced through him as he torturingly dragged himself out and plunged all the way back in, her muscles squeezing and tugging at him. His body took a rhythm, sliding in and out, deeper and deeper; the power of his hips lifting her bottom off the bed.

  She trembled, moaning as Conner’s lips touched hers, pressing hard. His prodding was harder now, faster as he withdrew again and again, feeling his massive orgasm building.

  “Conner,” she gasped. “God Conner, I need you to come,” she begged, wrapping her legs tight around his waist.

  “Sarah, come with me,” Conner groaned, locking his hips hard against her, his swollen member twitching deep inside her body. With fascination, Sarah touched herself, damp and slathered in sweat and passion, folded around his thick sized erection, which soon expected release.

  Her inner muscles clenched hard and tight around him as her throat opened up in a moan. She moved her hips against him, pumping him as his erection jerked inside of her. She let go a torturous, raw and breathless sound as her body arched hard.

  Conner buried his mouth against her neck, gasping and breathing hard as his fingers dug into her buttocks, his body convulsing hard against her. As her hips rocked against his, he spasmed, and the swift, rapid release of hot fluid escaping him was coursing through her. He panted, pure exhaustion and effort as the stream of semen came uncontrollably from the tip of his penis, her feet and calves tightening and pulling harder around his waist and hips. Her heart was pumping erratically as her climax peaked, her muscles pulsing against his release.

  His body fell on top of hers and he dropped to his elbows, the tense load of orgasm draining his body. Sarah cried out, each expellation of breath bringing a satisfactory cry that crescendoed higher and higher, whimpered with each fiery arch and rock of her hips, relishing the length of him inside her.

  Her taut body was shuddering, her throat exposed with her head thrown back into the pillows as Conner gave a raw cry, gasping noisily for air. He was just about spent, letting go a little last bit, firing and spewing from his expanding tip leaving her inner thighs tingling.

  And then, it was done, the eruption of hot fluids cease, and they were both sweaty and limp, lying in each other’s arms against the pillows.

  Raising himself on one elbow, he pushed back the loose strands of hair around her face that had come loose from her messy bun. Thoroughly sated and exhausted, she stared at him with glazed eyes, hazy with passion, and suddenly, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything.

  “Conner —” she started, trying to catch her breath. His finger went to her lips, hushing her, and the words died before they started.

  He pulled out, reaching for her used towel to clean himself off. He pulled back the covers to the bed and shoved the pillows on the floor, and he waited for her to shove her legs under the covers before he started touching her again.

  Propped on his side, his fingers traced the curve of her hips to the dip in her waist, watching her eyelids get heavy. He laid his head next to hers on the one pillow left on the bed, and he scooted his body up against hers.

  “Slower next time?” He asked, smiling and watching her body and breathing relax.

  “Maybe,” she grinned, falling asleep.

  TAYLOR AND LYSSIE…HER FIRST TIME

  Lyssie giggled in anticipation. Taylor’s parents weren’t home and her parents thought she was spending the night over at Jessie’s house. She was the only senior left who was still a virgin and Taylor was one of the most popular boys in school.

  They left the homecoming dance early, and during the dance, Taylor had kept running his hands over her back and her bottom, whispering dirty things that he wanted to do to her.

  Lyssie passively agreed when he asked her to come over…to lie to her parents. He asked if she wanted to spend the night at his house because his parents were gone. Lyssie didn’t even think twice before giving a shy and eager nod. Taylor played third base on the baseball team, and he was tall, lean, and handsome. He was also nice.

  They arrived at his house slightly before midnight and the house was dark. Taylor pulled Lyssie toward his bedroom, kissing her the entire length of the hallway. He could tell she was getting hotter and hotter, her whole body trembling with anticipation as he shut the door and locked it.

  Taylor eased her onto the bed, his body rolling over hers, hovering. She sucked in her breath sharply, watching his eyes as he barely grazed her lips with his. He was extra careful, extra gentle, afraid of scaring her off and hurting her feelings.

  He stopped for a moment. “Are you scared?” He ran his fingers over the pale peach skin of her cheek.

  “No,” she lied.

  “Are you a virgin?” He smiled, touching her lips with his thumb.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure you’re not scared?” He asked again gently.

  “Yes,” she exhaled hard.

  “I can stop at any time,” he told her kindly. He was reaching for a condom from his nightstand, and suddenly, the butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive.

  “It’s a good scared,” she closed her eyes, the lump in her throat thick.

  Quickly, the clothes were off. It was different than she could have imagined. The clothes just evaporated, and she could not recall the memory or the feelings she had. She could only remember his gentleness and the closeness of their bodies and the feeling of how well his slim body fit between her legs.

  Lyssie felt the gliding sensation as Taylor eased himself inside of her. It was sudden and she gasped softly, her muscles stretching and tightening to accommodate him.

  “Taylor,” she breathed. He kissed her instead of answering her, drawing the taste of her into his mouth. As her body began to pulsate, she was unsure it was him or her that was causing the throbbing feeling, but she began to ache deep inside as her core began to grow moist and hot.

  Her heart began to pound as she grew frightened and started to panic. She squeezed her eyes shut as a choke caught in her throat.

  “Lyssie?” He asked her, breathing heavily.

  “Taylor?” She threw her eyes open and stared into his eyes. They were glistening and sparkling with excitement.

  “Relax baby,” he kissed her, probing her tongue. She responded slightly, k
issing him back with half intensity. “Put your arms around me,” he told her.

  Lyssie wrapped her arms around him as he quickened his pace. Instinctively, she lifted and pushed her hips against each one of his thrusts, meeting him halfway. She could feel him inside of her, and a strange feeling overcame her fear.

  Her lips parted and she let out breathy gasps as his fingers grabbed her hips and dug into the soft flesh. It felt like forever as she lifted her face toward his hot breath.

  Her hands began to explore, touching his thighs and moving up to his butt. She had never touched a bare bottom before, and she tested it, squeezing the flesh slightly.

  “Lyssie, is it good?” Taylor asked breathily, biting her neck.

  “Yes,” she ran her fingers through his hair, tilting her hips upward.

  “God, yes,” Taylor pumped into her hard and released, his penis jerking as he came inside of her.

  Lyssie lowered her legs as he pulled out, and she watched him grab his used t-shirt to wipe himself off. He threw it to her to do the same when her cheeks turned red.

  “Turn around,” she demanded, gripping his t-shirt so hard her knuckles were turning white. He chuckled and spun around, and when he looked back at her naked body she was sitting up, hugging the sheets to her chest.

  “Tired?” He asked, throwing himself on the bed next to her, tugging at the sheets to expose her bare breasts.

  “No,” she hedged.

  “What?” He gave a slight laugh.

  “I think I was thinking so hard about sex that I forgot to have an orgasm,” she stammered, flustered.

  “I can fix that,” he moved to sit behind her, straddling her body.

  “What are you doing?” She asked, worried. He kissed the back of her shoulder and smiled.

  “Do you trust me?” He lay back against the headboard and pulled on her body so she was lying against his bare chest.

  “Maybe,” she agreed hesitantly. His right hand came around her body and started to play with the soft hair at the opening in her thighs. Her hand grabbed his and stilled it, as her nerves began to twitch on overdrive.