Burn . . . Erotica Volume 2

by Jade Stone

  “Tamara,” he said naughtily. “You are trembling...”

  I could not answer him. All I could do was gape down at him and run my hand through his hair as he buried his face into my wet, quivering sex. I gasped as his tongue met me there, my breath catching in my throat as his tongue slid and flicked all over the wet flesh. I continued running my hands through his hair, grasping his head as he drove me crazy with his skilful tongue, making my clit swell. I rolled my head back against the wall as the waves of pleasure washed over me. This was the farthest I had ever been with any man, and I wanted more, and more...

  Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I exploded in his mouth. The orgasm hit me so hard my head hit the wall, and I literally saw stars. As I gasped for breath, he got to his feet. I recovered fast, because by then we both had an animal-like hunger for each other. He ripped my shirt open as I ripped open his pants. His mouth met mine again as his huge cock met my hand. I had never felt a dick as large as his before, and the size of it stunned me a bit as it continued to swell in my hand. I stroked up and down as he continued kissing me, his hands clasping my breasts, thumbing my nipples as they stiffened to his touch.

  By the time we made it to the large bed, we had lost all our clothes. I fell on my back as Jack fell on top of me, between my legs. His head dropped to my breasts, and my nipples ached as he sucked hard on each of them. As I caressed his head while he sucked on my tits, my cunt ached for his cock. The anticipation of having a cock inside me for the first time ever—and such a large one at that — was also starting to fill me with anxiety. But when he rose on his knees and I saw his impressive swollen manhood, my anxiety was overcome by lust. My first instinct was to lean over and take his cock in my mouth. I had been dreaming about sucking him off since the day I met him, but I was aching too much to have him somewhere else. I wanted him to fuck me as soon as possible, and pierce through my virginity. I almost panted with anticipation as Jack reached across to the bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms. He expertly bit off the top of the wrapper, removed it, and rolled it down over his cock. He pushed my knees apart, and I clenched my teeth, holding my breath as his cock made its way toward my virginity. I took in a gulp of air as I felt it pushing against my entrance, and I gasped loudly as he practically slammed it in.

  Jack didn’t seem to notice my reaction. As soon as he was inside me, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding me tight as he lay on top of me. He started to thrust. Hard. I cried out in both pleasure and pain as his cock pulled out then slammed back inside me, again and again. I almost wanted to ask him to stop, or to be more gentle, but I was determined to get through it. After about two minutes, I felt myself start to adjust to his size and rhythm, and I adjusted my pelvis and relaxed my thoughts and muscles. Once I relaxed, I immediately felt the sensations change. As his cock slammed in and out of my pussy, I felt my hips instinctively rise up to meet his thrusts. I closed my eyes, and let basic instinct take over. My mouth met his, and he held me tighter as he hammered into me, his tongue rolling over mine in my mouth, my hips rising up to meet each thrust, my pussy tightening around his girth. As he continued pounding, I felt my pussy get tighter and tighter and all my joints locking together. Then I felt my whole body stiffen. I squeezed my eyes shut and shrieked out as I came, my head flying back as Jack came at the same time, groaning into my neck, releasing his warm juices. I panted as the orgasm continued washing over me, while Jack groaned as he finished his. I felt his muscles finally relax, and he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck.

  I ran my hands over his smooth back as I stared up at the ceiling, over his shoulder, absorbing what had just happened. I had finally had sex...and it was better than I had ever imagined. I closed my eyes and savoured this gorgeous man who was still inside me. I was almost disappointed when he sat up and slowly pulled himself out of me. He sat on the side of the bed, and gave me a grin.

  “Phew! That was good!” he said. “Better go clean myself up, unless you want to use the bathroom first?”

  “No, you go,” I replied, smiling.

  I watched the back of him as he walked, nude, to the bathroom, realising that until now I hadn’t actually seen him naked properly. He looked really good; he must’ve had a regular workout routine. He left the door open as he quickly showered. When he came out wearing a towel around his waist, I saw his impressive chest, and felt a twitch between my legs at the sight of him. As I went to use the shower myself, I saw him start mixing me a gin and tonic at the mini bar. I felt a pang of something I hadn’t felt before, or expected to feel. I knew exactly what it was. Attachment.

  I stepped into the shower. Do not, I told myself, get attached to Jack. He will only hurt me. I decided I’d better return to my room rather than stay the night in here. Sleeping next to and waking up with this man was going to lead to an even deeper connection, which he would only trample on later. But there was something I hadn’t done yet, that I really wanted to do. I really wanted to suck his cock. My mouth watered at the thought of it. I was also very nervous. I had never done it before, and I just hoped he didn’t think I was useless.

  After I dried myself off, I put on a complimentary bathrobe and joined him at the bar. He clinked my glass. He then sat back in his chair, watching me. Just when I was about to start feeling uncomfortable, he said something I was not expecting to hear.

  “Tamara...before tonight, you’d never done anything with anyone, had you?”

  I almost spat out my drink. I let my hand drop the glass to the bar top with a thud as I struggled to gulp down my mouthful.

  “What the hell?” I exclaimed. “Why would you say that?”

  Jack smiled at me as I stared at him, aghast.

  “I’m not criticising you,” he said. “Not one bit. But I’ve been around a while. You can’t fool me. Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

  I turned away. I couldn’t look at him. I was too embarrassed. I wanted to run out of there, but my feet felt like lead. I felt Jack’s hand on my back. He was stroking it again, the same way he had earlier that evening. I closed my eyes at the feel of his touch. Even now, it was having the same effect on me. Despite my embarrassment, I felt the dampness start between my legs.

  “I wanted to turn you away, because I know I’m not the sort of guy you wanna get involved with. But I’m too weak for that. I find you very, very attractive.”

  The stroking on my back became firmer. The dampness between my legs began to spread. Then he raised his hand and tucked my hair behind my ear. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

  “I am very, very flattered, that you wanted to do this with me,” he whispered huskily. “But we can’t ever be more than this, because I want to go back to my ex-wife. But if you’re up for it, I’m happy to do it a few more times.”

  I reached my hand out and met his knee. I felt the softness of his towel as I slid my hand beneath it, meeting his thigh. I heard his breath quicken as I worked my way up his thigh. He moaned as I found and grasped his cock, which was already fully aroused. I moved my hand up and down his shaft as I felt my own arousal rise higher.

  “Jack,” I whispered, finally turning around.

  “Yes?”

  I met his hypnotic gaze once again. I almost felt myself drown under the weight of his crystal blue eyes.

  “I would really like it if you let me suck your cock...”

  His cock throbbed in my hand, and his eyes didn’t leave mine as his hand covered my own. He stroked my hand with his fingers as I continued stroking him, still staring deeply into my eyes.

  “My dear lady,” he said softly. “You never have to ask if you can suck my cock...”

  I practically fell into him as his mouth met mine. My robe slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor, as did his towel. He led me over to the bed, and I dropped to my knees as he sat on the edge. He buried his hands in my hair as I took his cock in my mouth. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft as I flicked my tongue all over hi
s head, sucking him hard. I even managed to take him all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Oh my god,” he panted as I sucked him harder. “How did you learn to do this...?”

  I was surprised myself—I didn’t gag once, and I could tell by the way he was responding that he was genuinely enjoying my performance. Having him so wildly turned on really turned me on, too. Just having his beautiful cock in my mouth made me extremely wet between my legs. Then I felt his balls really stiffen, and I guessed he wasn’t far from coming. I relaxed my jaw as he blew his load into my mouth, savouring the taste and feel of his juices sliding down my throat. Jack stroked my hair as I slowly released him from my mouth.

  “You are amazing...” he breathed.

  We fell back on the bed, where we held each other for a long while. When I finally said goodbye, he gave me a long kiss, and I returned to my own room.

  Black Jack and I continued our affair until I left at the end of the year. I suspect it was no secret, either. Our colleagues were nosy bunch of people, and everyone knew Jack’s reputation. But I didn’t care. I was leaving, never to return.

  When I left, I cut all contact with Jack. He did call me a few times, but I didn’t get back to him. I think he was disappointed, but I knew my limits. I knew if I continued to see him, I would start to get too attached to him, and it would interfere with any potential relationship I might have in the future. It was for the best, really, as I soon met a great guy at culinary school.

  I did not expect to be a virgin into my twenties, and I did not expect to lose my virginity in the way that I did. But when most women say their first time was their worst time... I can sincerely say that my first time was the very best.

  My only regret is that I didn’t get to meet Black Jack a lot sooner.

  Cupcakes and Champagne

  For as long as I can remember, I have loved women as much as I love men. I was married to a man for ten years. Some people seem to think that when you marry a man it ‘cures’ you from liking women, but, of course, that isn’t the case. You like what you like. But I never strayed from my husband with anyone; it was he who left me nine months ago for a woman he worked with.

  I’ve now gotten over the hurt and anger of what he did. Well, kind of. It will take longer than nine months to heal completely, but for now I am ready to get my rocks off with someone hot. Preferably female.

  I’ve had my eye on this super-hot red head at my son’s school. Her name is Jackie, and she’s a divorcée like myself with a six-year-old son, same age as mine. We met at the school gates when picking up our sons, who are friends. The attraction was instant. I can always tell when a woman is hot for me. Even when I was married I could pick up on it, I just didn’t act on any of it back then. But now I am a free woman.

  When I received the school newsletter seeking parents to volunteer for fundraising, I raised my hand. I was delighted when Jackie told me she had volunteered, too.

  I am now at home waiting for Jackie to come over to discuss a cupcake stall we plan to set up this weekend. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s cupcakes. I can whip up a white chocolate vanilla cupcake that makes people weak at the knees. I just love the decadence of cupcakes. The silky icing that melts inside your mouth, and the velvety sponge that dissolves amongst it, making a gorgeous concoction that explodes against your taste buds. I made a batch this morning, which I just finished icing with baby pink frosting and shimmering silver balls. They are sitting on my kitchen table on the three-tiered cupcake stand, just waiting to be eaten. I am imagining myself feeding one to Jackie. She told me she would be here by eleven o’clock, but it’s now eleven-thirty and she’s still not here. I hope she is just running late and not standing me up.

  Anyway, I’ve started drinking champagne, and have sexy Sade playing on the stereo. I don’t usually drink during the week, especially so early, but the anticipation of having Jackie come over is really doing something to me. My hands have been shaking with anticipation since yesterday, and I needed something to calm me down. But the champagne has only made me more horny for her. When I saw her yesterday, she was wearing her usual sky blue yoga pants and top. They really accentuate her hot, taut body and her shapely, toned ass. The thought of her gorgeous ass, and what I want to do to it, makes me hornier than ever.

  Finally, I hear her car enter my driveway. I drop back the last of the champagne in my glass and head toward the front door. I’ve already drunk half the bottle; I might have to open a new one.

  I quickly check myself in the mirror. I’m wearing my own yoga outfit, even though I’ve never done yoga in my life. I laugh to myself—I have become the epitome of soccer mom. I need to think seriously about getting back into the workforce soon. I have too much pride to live off my rotten ex-husband’s funds for too much longer.

  I open the door before Jackie has a chance to knock. My breath catches in my throat as I catch sight of her. She’s coming toward me, her long red hair flowing behind her as she carries a tray of her own cupcakes in her arms, her milk white skin gleaming in the sun, a bright white smile on her face.

  “Hi, Camille! So sorry I’m so late!” she calls.

  “Better late than never,” I reply with a grin.

  I stand aside as she walks in, getting a whiff of her perfume—Tommy Hilfiger’s Tommy Girl. I absorb the gorgeous notes of fruit and flora. The girl has got good taste. Boy, I can’t wait to taste her...

  She’s nattering away about why she was late, but I’m not really listening. I don’t care that she’s late, I’m just glad she’s here.

  She pulls the lid off her cupcake tray, revealing a dozen chocolate cupcakes with lopsided frosting. I can tell by looking at them they’re really dry, too.

  “What do you think?” she asks hesitatingly.

  I don’t tell her what I really think. So far I’ve never met anyone who can make a cupcake as good as I can, in all modesty.

  “They look great,” I tell her.

  I raise my champagne glass, which is almost empty.

  “I know it’s early, but will you have a drink with me?” I ask.

  Jackie giggles.

  “It’s never too early for a glass of champagne,” she replies.

  She follows me to the dining room, and sees my cupcakes on the three-tiered stand.

  “Oh, wow...” she says at the sight.

  She looks down glumly at her own.

  “I, uh, I’m not that good at baking...”

  Like I care about her baking. All the same, I take one of her cupcakes and take a slow bite out of it. She watches me intently as I do this. I don’t even have to pretend I’m enjoying it, because I am. I look back at her as I swallow down my mouthful, but I don’t really taste it. Her beautiful face is too distracting, and my clit is twitching too much from her being so close to me, her Tommy perfume filling my nostrils.

  “It’s delicious...” I tell her huskily.

  She smiles a sultry smile and lays her hand on my arm. Her touch almost knocks me over. This woman is so hot I can barely breathe in her presence.

  “May I taste yours?” she asks me quietly, still smiling.

  “Go for your life,” I reply, barely getting my voice out.

  “I’ll have that glass of champagne first, though,” she tells me with a naughty glint in her eye.

  I hope to hell she can’t tell my hands are shaking as I pour us both a glass. Luckily, I don’t drop the bottle. As I pour the champagne, silence lies between us, except Sade singing her song Cherry Pie on the stereo. Such a fitting song, except Jackie is so much sweeter than cherry pie.

  She takes the glass from me, and takes a seat at the table. I clink my own against hers.

  “What are we toasting to?” she asks.

  “To good cupcake sales,” I reply.

  “Ah, of course,” she says slyly, raising her glass to her mouth.

  Her hot, pouty lips meet my champagne flute, her pink lipstick leaving an imprint around the rim as the glass leaves her mouth.
r />   “You gonna try one of my cupcakes?” I ask her, my voice huskier than I intend.

  Her eyes lock with mine as she holds her glass, swirling the liquid inside.

  “You gonna give me one?” she asks. I don’t miss the huskiness in her voice, either.

  I smirk at her slyly, swirling the liquid in my own glass. With my other hand, I pluck a cupcake from the stand and hold it up in front of her.

  “Will you come here and get it...?” I ask quietly.

  Jackie slowly puts her glass down and leans toward me. She places both hands on my knees. My breath catches in my throat as she begins to move her thumbs in small, caressing motions.

  “Come where and get it?” she breathes.

  “How about...right here?” I breathe back.

  She gets up off her chair, still with her hands on my knees, and comes closer. She starts to lower herself down onto my lap.

  “Is this where you mean?” she whispers.

  I nod slowly as I place my glass on the table, my other hand holding my pink vanilla cupcake as it moves forward, toward her mouth. The plump pink frosting meets her pouty lips. Jackie eyes me as she takes it in her mouth. Her tongue dips into the icing.

  “Wow...” she whispers, slowly licking the icing from her lips and swallowing it down.

  My mind is candyfloss. I feel my head go forward, the cupcake in my hand falling to the floor as my mouth meets her lips. I am stationary in my chair for a few moments, my lips against hers, because I am too stunned to move. I have fantasised about this for so many weeks, and now it is actually happening. I finally respond properly, and my hands rise to meet her waist. She starts to kiss me hungrily, and my arms wrap around her. Her tongue enters my mouth, filling my taste buds with pink vanilla, as my hands enter the back of her yoga pants.