101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

“We have a problem.”

  Carissa was pulled from her thoughts when her co-worker popped up beside her. She craned her neck to be able to look up at him, her brows furrowing when she noticed the disgruntled expression etched on his features.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Nicholas Brewer ran a palm down his face in a vain attempt to rid himself of the frustration he was feeling. “They messed up our reservations,” he replied. “They only gave us a room and with it being summer and having a couple of other conventions in town…”

  She wasn’t clueless as to what he meant to say as he trailed off. New York City was always busy but with the events taking place and the time of the year, it was even busier. They were lucky to have even gotten a room.

  “At least we have some place to sleep,” she said with a smile, trying to brighten up his mood. “Are we checked in though?”

  “Yeah,” he said, handing over her copy of the room key.

  Having only a few bags between them, the two decided not to get any assistance and opted to find their room on their own. They made small talk as they made their way through the lobby, up the elevator and down the hallway. He had to chuckle at how animated she had gotten when he asked what she thought of their trip so far, knowing how it was her first time in a big city. Sure, Dallas was a big place and was already a far cry from the town she grew up in, but it was still nothing compared to New York.

  Nicholas slid his key through the lock upon reaching their door, holding it open to let her in first. Even with her back to him, he could imagine how her face would have brightened up even more. With the contemporary design, original works of art hanging on the walls and the large window that offered a spectacular view of the city, Carissa felt like a kid in a candy store.

  “This is gorgeous,” she said, awestruck.

  He bit down on his lip as he waited for her reaction when she finally noticed one other detail about the room. His gaze was focused entirely on that as he rolled both their suitcases through the doorway and pushed them against the wall, thinking whether or not it was wise to withhold the information from her earlier.

  “Carrie,” he called out, tearing her attention away from the window. “There’s only one bed.”

  Her eyes snapped to the middle of the room, finally taking notice of the lone king-size bed. She blinked rapidly, as if doing so would magically make another bed appear in front of her. She gave off a nervous laugh before turning towards him. “We’re adults, right?” she said with a small smile. “I mean, it is a big bed. We can share,” she added when she saw his raised brow.

  “If you’re sure,” he replied. “And I promise you, I don’t sleep naked.”

  Carissa turned away from him, hoping to hide her reddened cheeks. But by the sound of his hearty laugh, the effort was in vain. She huffed when she saw him doubled over. Nicholas had always teased her about what he referred to as her southern innocence, cracking inappropriate jokes every chance he got. She wasn’t naïve nor was she inexperienced, but she did tend to shy away from any sexual banter, whether meant as a joke or not.

  “Remind me to kick you when you’ve fallen asleep.”

  ***

  “Here you go,” she said brightly, handing him a cup of coffee. “Still haven’t been getting much sleep?”

  Nicholas shook his head before taking a huge gulp of the dark liquid, welcoming its warmth as it travelled down his throat. “I guess I’m just one of those people who don’t sleep so well unless it’s in their own bed.”

  It was a lie, and a lame one at that, but she had seemed to accept it, turning her attention back to the speaker.

  Truth be told, he hadn’t been able to get any decent amount of sleep due to their sleeping arrangement. She didn’t kick like she said she did, she didn’t talk in her sleep, she didn’t even snore. No, what she did was much worse.

  That first night, after coming back from the welcome dinner, Carissa had decided to head to bed early while he sat at the desk checking his email and making last minute preparations for the next day. When he finally decided to call it a night, she was fast asleep curled up on her side and her back turned from him. But once he settled under the covers, she instinctively rolled towards his warmth, pressing herself against his side. He lay frozen as she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck, holding in a breath until she finally stopped moving.

  His first thought was to push her away and keep as much distance between them as possible. But the feel of her warm breath against his neck, her arm draped across his chest and her soft curves pressed against his side got him thinking that there were worse ways to spend the night.

  He turned his head to look at her, admiring the peaceful expression that one can only get while asleep. There was a hint of a smile on her face, making him wonder what it was that she was dreaming about. He thought that maybe it was about sightseeing around New York, like she had talked to him about during dinner.

  His thoughts drifted back to the event just hours earlier, more so to how she looked. Wrapped in a figure-hugging emerald green dress, with her hair pulled up in a sleek up-do, she looked more like one of the stars of the many Broadway shows rather than a small town girl from Texas.

  He wasn’t the only one who appreciated how she had looked, noticing stares sent her way the second she stepped into the room. Feeling somewhat protective, he kept close to her, sometimes even draping an arm over her shoulders to fend off any men who looked to be advancing in on her. She sent curious glances his way every time he did it, completely oblivious to the looks she was getting. Several times they had been asked if they were a couple, both replying that they were friends at best; and colleagues first and foremost.

  But right now, with her curled up against him, he thought that the idea of them being more than that wasn’t so bad at all. If anything, seeing her in that dress and having her this close now had him thinking just what she kept hidden under those clothes.

  He stifled a groan at the direction his thoughts were headed, thinking that he definitely didn’t need to be imagining her naked especially when they had to share a bed for a whole week. And if this was how she slept, he surely couldn’t afford to be caught with a hard on around her.

  Sure enough, that was how she slept each night. No matter whether they had fallen asleep turned away from each other, Nicholas would find himself waking up in the middle of the night feeling her pressed against him. He was only glad that she was a deep sleeper and left unaware of how she keeps cuddling with him. He could have pushed her away, he should have, but there was a part of him that liked her where she was, even more so when her sleepwear gave him a great view down her shirt.

  The only thing he had to deal with was having his head go straight into the gutter as he lay awake at night thinking of her in various states of undress, how deep her blush would be if he started talking dirty into her ear, how her hair would look splayed across the pillow as he hovered on top of her. Those thoughts had him fighting with a raging hard on for three nights now, wanting so much to just roll them both over and making what was going on in his head a reality. But he couldn’t do that, not to sweet, innocent Carissa.

  So each night, he slept for a few short hours, waking up to feel her wrapped around him, trying hard to keep his wayward thoughts at bay and attempting to fall back to sleep. Every morning, he fought hard to get up before her, carefully moving out of her embrace so he could take care of his morning wood and wake himself up with a cold shower.

  “Nick?”

  He snapped his head up when she spoke his name, catching the amused expression on her face. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that people had started to file out of the function hall, the seminar having come to an end. His cheeks were tinted pink when he realized she had probably been asking him something or the other when she noticed he hadn’t been paying attention.

  “Do you have any plans on leaving or do you wanna stay here until the next speaker arrives?” she joked. “I don’t think the next seminar will be use
ful to us though.”

  “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

  The two walked out into the lobby, with Carissa suggesting he just head back to their hotel room so he could get some rest while she covered their booth at the convention. “It’s the second to the last day,” she added. “I’m pretty sure I know everything there is to standing in that small space, handing out brochures and entertaining questions. I’ll wake you up in time for dinner.”

  She didn’t even give him any time to argue, rushing away from his side and throwing a wave of her hand to say goodbye, leaving Nicholas staring after her.

  A yawn forced its way through his mouth, and having been basically dismissed without anything else to do, he turned on his heel and headed towards the elevators. He might as well get his sleep now because he definitely wasn’t expecting any later.

  ***

  Nicholas woke up to see the bright flashing lights filtering through the hotel window, bringing the life of Times Square even more apparent. Night time, he thought, rubbing his eyes of sleep.

  He tiredly got out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, eyes half closed. He was awakened fully however at the shrill shriek that echoed off the walls as soon as he opened the door.

  “Shit,” he hissed, quickly making his way back out and slamming the door closed. “I’m sorry!”

  His mouth hung open as he tried to gather his bearings but all he could really think about was the image of Carissa patting her body dry with a towel as she stepped out of the shower. He could fill a stirring from deep in his stomach. Even that short split-second glimpse at what she had to offer was more than enough to get his thoughts racing.

  When he lay awake at night, he had imagined what she must have looked like underneath her clothes, but seeing the real thing was definitely better. For her petite frame, she had curves in all the right places – ample breasts, wide hips and a round ass. He almost couldn’t believe that he had that sweet body pressed up against him each night and he did nothing.

  His head snapped up when the door to the bathroom opened again, his eyes roaming from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. He took note of the deep blush on her cheeks as her gaze went everywhere but on him.

  “I forgot to grab a change of clothes,” she said shyly, fidgeting from one foot to the other as she stood in the doorway.

  All he could manage was a nod. He moved out of the way to let her pass and waited for her to gather her clothes instead of going into the bathroom, knowing she would probably prefer to change in there rather than in the room and have him walk in on her again.

  “I am so sorry,” he said again. “I really didn’t mean to. I was still half asleep and I didn’t hear the water running so –”

  “It’s okay,” she replied, her voice soft. “It was an accident.”

  With a change of clothes in one hand and the towel held in place by the other, she walked towards the bathroom again. Nicholas stepped over to one side to let her through, only for her to move the same direction, and again when he moved the other way. Nervous chuckles bubbled up from their throats as they stared awkwardly at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Even that proved disastrous however, when they ended up going forward at the same time and colliding, making Carissa drop her clothes and the towel.

  “Fuck.”

  That one word, uttered in the harshest of whispers, had him breaking out in laughter, causing a bit of annoyance to show in her features as she tried to lean down to pick up the towel and cover up.

  “I’m sorry,” he said in between laughs. “It’s just that, I think that’s the first time I ever heard you curse out.”

  “I’m so glad you find my embarrassment so funny,” she huffed.

  His expression softened. It wasn’t his intention to make her feel that way at all. “Don’t be,” he said softly, placing a hand on top of where hers clutched the knot of the towel against her chest. “You look beautiful.”

  She swallowed thickly as the warmth of his hand seeped into hers. Her heart started to beat faster when she thought of how easily he could rip the towel away from her body and expose herself to his gaze once again.

  “You have no idea, do you?”

  Carissa returned his intense gaze, wide eyed and curious as to what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”

  Wordlessly, Nicholas walked backwards into the bathroom, tugging her along with him. He moved to get behind her, gently pushing at the small of her back to have her stand in front of the mirror. He rested his hands on top of her shoulders and told her to look in the mirror and tell him what she sees.

  “Nick, what are you –”

  “I’ll tell you what I see,” he interrupted. “I see a young woman who has absolutely no idea just how beautiful she is. She can walk into a room and have every guy following her every move, stripping her naked with their eyes. There’s no need for you to be shy.”

  “You’re only saying that so I’d stop feeling embarrassed,” she said meekly. “Thanks, but I know I’m no beauty queen.”

  He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Did you know that you move when you sleep? How about the part where you like to cuddle?”

  “What?”

  “It’s why I can’t sleep,” he said with a shrug. “To feel you pressed up against me like that, thinking of how you looked in that dress you wore to the dinner on our first night here, you have no idea how difficult it is.”

  Carissa stood silent, eyes wide as she watched his face in the mirror, finding no hint of a joke at all. She gasped when he stepped even closer to her, forcing her body to move forward against the sink as his erection pressed against her back.

  “Do you feel that?” he whispered against her ear. “That’s what you do.”

  Her jaw fell slack at what he was insinuating, cheeks reddening when his eyes gazed intently at her reflection.

  His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled the fruity scent of her shampoo. He could barely hang on to his control any longer, wanting to do so much more than just standing in front of the mirror with their bodies pressed together. And she hasn’t pushed me away yet. The thought had him smirking, wanting to see just how far he could take things.

  Nicholas rolled his hips, grinding his erection against her round ass, earning a small gasp from her. “You have no idea how hard it is to sleep at night with you wrapped around me and having to deal with thoughts of you running around my head,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers through the reflection. “I kept imagining how full your tits really are while I felt them pressed against my side, how good your legs would feel wrapped around my waist as you threw one over mine. And then here we are. I walk in on you completely naked and I have to say that the real thing is much better than I could have ever imagined.”

  “You should have told me,” she said weakly. “You should have pushed me away if you were uncomfortable.”

  “There are worse ways to suffer,” he replied. “Just like having to deal with wanting to fuck you so bad.”

  Even without looking at the mirror, Carissa knew that her face was red as a tomato, her so-called innocence kicking in. She couldn’t really believe that he could think of her that way, always thinking that he thought of her as nothing but a friend or maybe even a little sister. But no, there he was, not only looking at her like she was some piece of meat to be devoured but also grinding his hard cock against her ass.

  “Will you let me show you how beautiful you are?”

  “What?” she asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

  Instead of replying, Nicholas tugged at the towel, her loose hold on the terry cloth allowing for it to fall to the floor easily. His hands travelled up to her chest, cupping her breasts, eliciting her moans as he fondled them. “Look at you,” he said into her ear. “You look so sexy.”

  Carissa looked at her reflection through half-lidded eyes, an ache growing between her legs at the image they made. As if sensing her thoughts, one of his hands left her chest and
moved further south, his soft touch leaving a fiery trail on her skin. She gasped when his fingers played between her folds, tracing her slit to spread her essence.

  He moaned when he felt just how wet she had gotten, his cock twitching in his shorts as he thought of how slick she would feel around him. He inserted a finger into her entrance, testing how tight her channel was.

  She threw her head back against his chest at the intrusion, completely succumbing to him. Her mind was telling her to push him away but her body betrayed her, his caresses feeling too good to make him stop. His ministrations had her body writhing against his, his cock growing painfully hard at the friction she was creating.

  “You like that?” he asked, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell of her ear.

  All she could do was nod in response, no coherent thoughts forming as his finger started pumping faster into her. She whimpered when a second finger joined the first, her walls stretching.