101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Jordan may have had a few drinks but she was far from drunk, and she was very aware of the predicament he was in. She was actually flattered that she had gotten that kind of reaction from him, and thought it sweet that he was trying to keep himself in check.

  She bit down on her lip when she heard him stifle a groan after she had ground her hips into his, feeling his hard on against her ass. Turning around to face him, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies flush against each other. His scent invaded her senses with each breath she took, an intoxicating mix of his natural musk and his spicy cologne.

  “You’re asking for trouble,” he said into her ear, his hot breath fanning against her cheek.

  “What if I like trouble?” she asked, smirking up at him.

  “You’re drunk.”

  “No I’m not.”

  “Yes you are.”

  “I’ve had three drinks.”

  “I counted five.”

  “The last two were plain cokes.”

  “You’ve still been drinking.”

  “But I’m not drunk,” she insisted. “Otherwise, we won’t be having this coherent of an argument, even if I had just said a few words since before now.”

  Michael laughed, her last statement giving him enough proof about her state, also feeling impressed at how she didn’t let the situation get awkward despite the electricity that hung between them.

  “You still didn’t answer my question.”

  “What question is that?” he asked, a confused look crossing his features.

  “What if I like trouble?”

  ***

  The two stumbled into her apartment as soon as she managed to turn the knob to open the door, their lips never parting as they were locked in a feverish kiss. Already knowing his way around, he expertly maneuvered their bodies towards her couch. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, groaning when she immediately started to rock her hips into his erection.

  Wanting to feel more of her, one hand found its way to the back of her dress, fingers gripping the zipper and pulling it down. He tugged on the material and let it drop to her waist, eyes filling with more lust as discovering that she hadn’t worn a bra. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them on his palm before leaning forward and capturing one nipple into his mouth as his fingers rolled over the other.

  Her own hands reached towards his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons in her hurry to get it off him. After freeing the last button from its hole, she parted the two halves of his shirt, nails raking up his chiseled abs as he kept on suckling at her breasts.

  She was losing her resolve quickly, the ache between her thighs growing as the seconds ticked by. Jordan suddenly pushed at his shoulders, forcing him back. She got up, kicking off her shoes and pushed her dress completely off her body, letting it pool on the floor. Michael put his hand on the back of her knees and brought her back down onto him. His hands travelled up her thighs, massaging the tender flesh, stopping short when his fingers grazed the edge of her panties. He could tell that she was turned on and that she was desperate to feel more, but he paused to look up at her, searching for a sign that she was sure of what they were doing. Instead of saying anything, she cupped his face between her hands and planted a fiery kiss on his lips. It was all that he was looking for.

  “Let’s go to your bedroom,” he said, his voice practically a growl as he was barely able to control himself.

  “What’s wrong with the couch?” she asked in a playful manner.

  “Nothing,” he replied with a smirk. “But there are some things that I wanna do to you that require more space than what this couch allows.”

  Her eyes grew dark with carnal hunger, vivid thoughts running through her mind at his words. “Well then, by all means, follow me.”

  She left the comforts of his lap and took his hand, leading him down a hallway. But before they could reach their destination, she felt a sharp tug on her hand and quickly found herself pressed against the wall, his lips catching hers once again. His hand slid down to her stomach and dipped into her panties, tongue delving into her mouth when he felt just how wet she had gotten for him. He groaned deeply when she rocked her hips into his touch, fingers disappearing into her folds. He pressed her harder against the wall, driving two fingers into her. The sudden intrusion had her gasping but quickly dissolved into moans when he started to use his thumb to rub her clit, moving his fingers in a fast-paced rhythm. He trailed kisses down to her neck, his other hand tangling in her silky hair.

  She was starting to lose control of her own body, hips moving with his hand as she sought more of his delicious torture. “Fuck,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulder, leaving half moon indents in his skin.

  His lips found their way up to hers once again. It was all he could do to restrain himself from taking her right then and there. She pulled him closer to her, moaning into his mouth as he drove his fingers into her even faster.

  He pulled away from her slowly and just looked at her. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed as she reveled in all the sensations that he was putting her through. A third finger pushed its way into her depths, her eyes snapping open at how she was being stretched.

  “Feel good?” he asked with a smirk. All she could muster in reply was a nod. “You want it faster?” Another nod. “Tell me,” he quietly demanded, rubbing her clit harder.

  “Faster,” she breathed out. “Fuck, please.”

  He quickened his pace, loving how tight and wet she felt around his fingers. Her nails dug into his shoulders once again as she braced herself for her orgasm. He felt her walls begin to clamp down on his hand, his mouth descending upon hers to muffle the scream that tore through her chest as she reached her climax.

  He thrust his fingers a few more times before pulling out, raising them to her lips. She took his hand and eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, licking them clean of her essence, her eyes staring right into his.

  He kissed her again, smiling against her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His erection pressed against her stomach, eliciting a moan as she knew that there was more to come. Slowly pulling away, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

  “The bedroom’s right there.”

  Michael lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried her into her bedroom. Jordan cupped his face in her hands as she kissed him softly, losing herself to the feeling until her back hit the soft mattress. Her hands found their way down to his pants, making quick work of his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans, and pushed the denim down his hips. He hadn’t even managed to kick them off completely before her hand dove into his boxers, moaning as her fingers wrapped around his length, swiping over the drop of pre-cum as she started moving her hand up and down.

  “As much as I know how you’d love to pay me back for what I did out there,” he started to say, words coming out in pants as he struggled to keep his control. “I’d really love nothing more than to fuck you right now.”

  “I’m not stopping you.”

  With a growl, he pulled her hand out of his boxers and forced it over her head. Her other hand quickly pushed to the same spot where he held her wrists under his palm. He skillfully got rid of his boxers and managed to pull her panties down her legs. Taking his cock in his hand, he swiped at her slit before pushing his way into her heat, moaning at how good she felt around him.

  Jordan moaned as he filled her completely, stretching even more than what his fingers had done just moments earlier. “Fuck! That feels so good.”

  Michael started to move in and out of her, keeping a slow and steady pace, not wanting to give in to the desire of fucking her senseless only for it to last a few short minutes. He groaned when she started to roll her hips in time to his thrusts, each time having him go deeper into her.

  “You need to stop,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers. “I don’
t wanna cum too soon.”

  “We’ve got all night,” she argued, lips meeting his in an effort to convince him to give her what she wanted. She tried to wriggle her wrists free but he wouldn’t budge. “Please, Mike.”

  Having her beg chipped away the last of his resolve, one hand letting go of her wrist so he could lean up against the bed, his arms on either side of her head. Her arms immediately went around his neck, clutching onto him for support as he started bucking his hips wildly. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room as he buried himself to the hilt with every thrust.

  He felt the familiar tension in his balls, clenching his teeth as he tried to hold off, not wanting to reach his climax and leaving her unsatisfied. Reaching down between their bodies, his fingers found her clit and rubbed circles against it in tune with the pace of his thrusts. Her head thrashed from side to side at the friction he was causing. Her walls began to contract around him, getting tighter as the seconds passed. She couldn’t even get the words out of her mouth, her orgasm wracking her body in waves. He pulled out of her seconds later, his hand stroking at his cock frantically until jets of creamy liquid squirted onto her stomach.

  Holding himself up against one arm, he leaned down to capture her lips in a quick soft kiss. He groaned when she swiped a finger on her stomach to gather his seed before lifting it up to her mouth to get a taste.

  Rolling a little off to the side, he collapsed beside her on the bed, taking in ragged breaths. “You are gonna be the death of me.”

  “Can we do that again before you keel over and die?” she asked jokingly, eliciting a hearty laugh from him.

  Turning to his side, Michael put a hand under her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. “You know,” he said as he pulled away. “When I moved here, I totally didn’t expect any of this to happen?”

  “This?”

  “Actually liking it here, meeting a great girl, having sex with her.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  “Far from it,” he said, giving her another quick kiss. “I say that’s definitely a good thing. A great thing.”

  “You better say that,” she grumbled mockingly.

  She pursed her lips, silently asking for another kiss which he gladly gave to her. As he went to pull away, she put a hand behind his head and kept him in place, her mouth moving over his to deepen the kiss. Her taste quickly invaded his senses as he lost himself in the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at the seam of her lips, waiting to be granted entrance.

  “Welcome to Chicago,” she said with a smirk.

  “Is that what this is?”

  “Don’t worry,” Jordan said with a sly grin, her hand stroking the back of his head comfortingly. “You’re welcome to it over and over again, any time you want.”

  Heat

  Lauren Ramsey wiped at her brow as she walked up to the small building. She wanted nothing more than to step out of the blazing sun and into the refuge of her office where there was a roof over her head and air conditioning to cool her skin. Summers were always hot in Texas but the heat wave they had going right now was downright ridiculous.

  All her hopes of feeling better away from the summer heat were dashed once she stepped into the building, the lack of a cool breeze against her skin alerting her that something was very wrong. “You have got to be kidding me,” she grumbled to herself.

  “I’d say we are but that would just be one cruel joke that I don’t really want to take part of,” the receptionist said. “Sorry to say, but the air conditioning is definitely broken.”

  “Is someone coming to fix it?” she asked.

  “I already called but there wasn’t any answer,” was not the reply that she wanted to hear. “Just hope to whatever god you may have that your appointments cancel on you to avoid going out into the sun and that we can all go home early.”

  With that, Lauren stalked off further into the office space, dropping her bag down carelessly onto the floor. The sound caused her partner, Matthew Carthage to raise his head off the architecture desk to look at her.

  “Your anger is directly proportional to how pathetic I feel right now,” he mumbled. “I think my brain’s melted and stained the blueprints for the Monroe project.”

  “Dude, that is not an image I want in my head,” she said, her face distorted into a look of disgust. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him when his head dropped back down to his desk with a soft thud. Pulling a new sheet of tracing paper, she went about pulling a new design from her mind in an effort to get her thoughts away from the discomfort of the heat and humidity.

  Lauren and Matthew were long time friends who had opened up a small architecture and design firm together. They both managed to find work with bigger and more established firms from other parts of the country but it was their dream to go back to their hometown and open up their own business. Once they managed to gain a certain level of success and got their name out to potential clients, the two had decided to make the dream a reality and opened up RC Designs. So far, it was just them and the receptionist, Michelle, who were working under the company name but they had a good number of partners who were helping get their name around and projects lifted off the ground.

  “We’re not poor, right?” Michelle asked, her voice sounding quite distant despite being just a few feet away.

  “What the hell kind of question is that?” Matthew asked incredulously.

  “I’m just asking because I wanna make sure that it’s not gonna hurt the company when I go to the nearest appliance store during my lunch break and buy a new air conditioner or a dozen electric fans.”

  “Try calling the repair company again,” Lauren suggested.

  “Already did while he was disgusting you with mental images of his brain oozing out of his ears and onto his blueprints,” the receptionist replied. “Still no answer.”

  “Keep trying,” Matthew said. “If there’s still nothing when lunch rolls around, you’re free to splurge on those fans.”

  And that’s how they went. Every 30 minutes, Michelle would make a call to the repair company, her frustrations growing when she still received no answer. Lauren and Matthew were too deep in their work and too annoyed with the heat to share her anger, choosing to focus on the tasks in front of them instead of expending what little energy they had left to whine about the unanswered phone calls.

  The only good part of the day seemed to be how their two appointments had decided to cancel, leaving them with a light load for the day.

  “Why don’t you go home, Chelle?” Matthew said. “We can field whatever calls come in. There’s no sense in all three of us having to sit here and suffer.”

  “You two don’t wanna go home?” Michelle asked.

  “Oh we do,” Lauren said with a low chuckle. “But we can’t be like that repair company and leave our clients hanging in case someone calls. James just offered you a reprieve. Take it and go jump into a tub of ice for me when you get home.”

  “You guys are awesome!” the receptionist said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. “I’ll go look for other repair companies when I get home or look into buying new air conditioning units. I’ll see you tomorrow. Please don’t die from heat stroke.”

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  Throughout the rest of the day, the two architects looked for ways to cool themselves down. They had tried opening the windows first, in hopes of letting a breeze in, only to realize that the heat from outside only managed to make the office even hotter. When lunch time rolled around, they decided to forego having to leave to get food or even calling for delivery, opting to eat whatever leftover food was in the small refrigerator in the office without reheating them.

  As the day dragged on, they had started shedding clothes – his button up shirt, her blouse, his undershirt, her tank top, his pants, her slacks – leaving him in his boxers and her in a sports bra and boy-leg panties. If anyone had walked into their office at that moment, they’re business would definitely be p
ut into question. But Matthew and Lauren had been friends for so long that seeing each other in various states of undress, save for being completely naked, was almost completely natural to them.

  When stripping their clothes proved to be of little help, she got the idea of using ice cubes to run over her skin. She quickly got out of her seat and made the short walk to the makeshift kitchen, popping the tray and pulling a cube. His gaze followed her every move, curious as to what she was up to. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when she leaned against the counter, eyes closed and head cocked to one side as she dragged the ice cube down the column of her neck before dipping down into the valley of her breasts and back up the other side of her neck.