Smut Alfresco

by Lucy Felthouse

  Zoe bit her bottom lip then crawled astride his lap. Her cheeks glowed a beautiful shade of pink from the sun and the heat of the day. Torin threaded his fingers into her hair, letting the dark tresses free. He then slipped the straps of her tank top off her shoulders. The top gave way, baring her breasts. Her nipples pebbled.

  “Jesus, that’s fucking hot.” Torin sat up enough to draw her in for a kiss. He palmed her breast, tweaking her nipple. When she moaned, he swallowed the sound. He let go of her, then snagged her wrists in one hand. “Gonna make this so much hotter.”

  Zoe ground her pussy on his erection. Her juices darkened the front of his jeans. Torin wound the tie around her delicate wrists, making sure she couldn’t free herself, then held her close for another kiss. Her tongue swiped across his bottom lip. She opened to him.

  The sweet daisy-laced air swirled around them. Her hair danced in the breeze, giving him peeks at her breasts. He needed her more than ever.

  Torin reclined on his back, then guided her up his torso to straddle his face. Her scent, spice and sex, mixed with the flowers, intoxicating him. He groaned, then buried his face in her pussy lips. Zoe tipped her head back and moaned. He loved tasting her, feeling her writhing on his face while he speared between her pussy lips with his tongue. She slid her hands over her body, despite the bindings, then pinched her nipples.

  “Oh, God,” she panted. More of her juices covered his face. Torin happily lapped at her. He slipped one finger into her cunt, then added another finger. She squirmed and moaned.

  “So close.” Her legs trembled and she moved in frantic bursts of wriggles. “Torin.”

  He scooted her away from his face. “Ride me, babe.” Torin reached between their bodies and freed his cock. “Fill yourself full of me.”

  Zoe inched down his body until her sweet heat rested on his throbbing cock. He eased himself between her lips and thrust, pushing balls deep.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, then grasped her hips. He loved making love to her, but damn, the sunshine and fresh air made him forget to take things slow. He pistoned his hips, pushing off the ground with each thrust. Her breasts bounced in the bright light and her eyes dilated.

  “Can’t hold on,” she said and tipped her head back. Her vagina vibrated around him, massaging him.

  “Come.” Torin held her tight to his lap. His seed filled her womb and his balls ached. He panted and moved her bound arms around his neck, pressing her body against his as he collapsed on the ground. Zoe settled on his chest and her breaths warmed his fevered skin.

  “That…” he puffed, “is always amazing.”

  “Could’ve gone longer.” She giggled. “I liked it, too.”

  From the corner of his eye, he noticed a flash, like a mirror reflecting sunlight. “Shit.” Torin fished for his phone in his pocket. “I’m putting an end to this.” He held her close to his chest with his free arm and dialled Rocco with the other hand.

  “What?” Zoe inched up enough to look him in the eye. “It wasn’t a fluke, was it?”

  “Two flashes in one day in Cleveland might be normal, but out here? It’s not supposed to happen.” His mind reeled. He had too many plans for the next day. The phone buzzed, then the call connected. “What the fuck? We’re supposed to be alone.”

  Rocco’s voice wavered with a growl. “Mike let someone in.”

  The blood drained from Torin’s face and his heart plummeted to his toes. “Shit.”

  Chapter Three

  Zoe curled tighter to Torin’s chest. Things weren’t going in the free-spirited, sexy-fun-in-nature way she’d imagined. The way Torin spoke to whoever happened to be on the other end of the call, things weren’t good.

  “Fucking hell.” Torin pressed the buttons to end the call. “Give me your hands.”

  He wasn’t using his sweet tone like he did when they played, or the masterful tone she loved when she wanted him to tie her up. No, this was dead serious. She moved her arms enough for him to remove the necktie. As soon as he freed her, she wriggled into her tank top. She rubbed her wrists.

  “What’s our plan of attack?” She cupped his face. “Whatever it is, I trust you.”

  He took a long breath then let it out slowly. “We meet Rocco at the cabin. You’ll be protected from whoever is spying on us and I can sort things out with him.”

  Zoe scrambled to her feet. With her hand in Torin’s, she walked back to the cabin. “We’re okay, babe. We’ll make it.” Torin kissed her hand. “Too fast and we’ll alert whoever is out there that we know they’re out there.”

  Within minutes, she and Torin made their way back to the cabin. He closed the door and opened his phone. A knock at the door had Torin tossing the phone onto the table. “Better be you.”

  “Sorry, Tor.” Rocco opened the door, then closed it again, basket from the meadow in hand. “You forgot this.” When he spotted Zoe, the tips of his ears burned and he ducked his head. “Boss, we got here and things were fine. Mike set up his post and I set up mine. When I radioed him, he said he had things under control. I wasn’t sure what the fuck he meant, so I investigated. He let some chick in. Don’t know her name.”

  “What did she look like?” Torin reached for Zoe. “I need to hold you right now.”

  Zoe perched on Torin’s lap. She rubbed her chilled arms and crossed her legs. The temperature might have been over eighty outside, but in the cabin everything felt frosty.

  “It’s okay, babe.” Torin’s words didn’t sound like he believed them. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “So what does she look like?”

  “Blonde. Short.” Rocco rubbed his chin. “Familiar, like I’ve seen her on television or something. Maybe a billboard.”

  “That helps so much.” Zoe folded her arms. “I used to be blonde, for God’s sake. She could be anyone.”

  “No.” Torin sat up and drummed his fingers on the table. “I think,” he tapped a rhythm she didn’t know. “Remember Anaheim? There was a girl who wanted on the bus. Tessa? Tessie?”

  “Theresa.” Rocco snapped his fingers. “Her hair was longer.”

  “But she had a camera. Said she wanted to break into celebrity photography.” Torin raked his fingers through his hair. “She took a shine to Mike. You don’t think she came here…” he trailed off.

  “For what?” Zoe tried to keep her voice calm, but damn it, someone wasn’t telling her something.

  “I know you wanted to keep it hush-hush, but you better tell her.” Rocco inched backwards to the door. “She needs to know.”

  A million thoughts whirled through Zoe’s brain. Another woman? They’d just fixed their relationship. As far as she knew, she and Torin were right on track. She clenched her hands and closed her eyes to keep her wits about her. The girl could be another hanger-on who wanted instant access and fame because she’d taken pictures of Torin in a compromising position.

  “What’s going on?” Zoe opened her eyes. “What does this chick want?”

  “Pictures of my wedding.” Torin sighed. “I brought you here in secret because I didn’t want anyone to know. You, me, a justice of the peace, Rocco and Mike. Simple, but pretty like you wanted. No one to interfere. You’d get the dream wedding you wanted and the paparazzi wouldn’t see it until we wanted them to. That was the plan…was being the operative word.”

  Zoe clasped her hands in front of her mouth. Tears slipped down her cheeks. “I thought - never mind.”

  “I know what you thought, sweets. I’m yours. I just wanted to make it official.” Torin rubbed the base of her neck with the pad of his thumb. “I don’t want to give in to her, but shit, this is our wedding. Not fodder for the tabloids.”

  Zoe wiped her cheeks. The chick wanted pictures, fine. She’d get pictures. “Rocco, call Mike again. I’ve got an idea.”

  Torin tipped his head. “I see the wheels turning. Let me in.” He rested his forehead on hers. “How do you plan to take our friend down?”

  Rocco placed his hand over his phone. “Got him
.”

  “I didn’t realise how important our wedding was to pop culture.” Zoe reached for the phone. “Hello, Mike?”

  “This is. Zoe? Look, I can explain.” His end of the line crackled. “She’s a sweet girl and I wanted to help her.”

  “Okay, then let’s do this my way. Meet us at the cabin in fifteen. Bring the cameras so we can give your girl an exclusive.” She pressed the buttons to disconnect the call. “Now here’s where you two come in. Torin, what were your plans for the wedding?”

  “You wanted a barefoot one. In the daisies.” His eyes widened. “I bought you the dress you hinted at.”

  “Good. Call the justice. We’ll get dressed, then make our pesky friend think she’s going with us. That’s where Rocco takes over. Keep them here. Tell them we’re getting ready. Anything. Whatever. But don’t let them leave.”

  “I like it.” Torin opened the closet. “Here’s your dress. It’s bad luck to see you like this before the wedding, but I’m thinking luck is the least of our problems.”

  “I’ve got you. That’s lucky enough.”

  Half an hour later, she clutched the hem of her dress and followed Torin to the meadow. She couldn’t have picked a better spot to become Mrs. Michaels, if she’d have decorated a church. Torin picked a handful of the flowers and offered them to her.

  “It’s not what you wanted, I know.” His mouth crinkled in a half smile. “Love you.”

  She grabbed his necktie and pulled him close. “Promise to spank my ass tonight? To celebrate? Under the stars?”

  “Oh baby, you read my mind.” Torin threaded his arms around her waist and kissed her. “Rocco’s coming with Justice Clarence Rine.” He clutched her to his side. “What happened? Where’s Mike?”

  Rocco grinned and held up a set of handcuffs. “I used a little persuasion and left them in the cabin. I told her she’d get her scoop once I came back with you. When Mike realised what she wanted to do, he let her know the score in no uncertain terms. He’s pissed and ashamed - he thought she actually liked him. ”

  Torin shrugged. “We’ve got our witness. Should we just make it legal?”

  “And waste the perfect sunset?” Zoe rested her head on his shoulder. No doubts, no turning back. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

  Chapter Four

  Torin shook hands with the Justice, then nodded to Rocco. “Thanks for being there.”

  Rocco dipped his head once. “Not a problem.” He pointed to the cabin, then tossed Torin keys. “Going to let Mike and Theresa loose. Better leave now if you want to show her your last surprise.” He bobbed his brows, then turned and left.

  “What else did you plan?” Zoe wound her arms around his bicep. “You surprised me with a wedding outside, plenty of hot sex beforehand and a crazy paparazzo. What more can there be?”

  “This.” Torin strolled with her to the dock. The boat waited on the water, gangplank out for them to board. Streamers and bouquets of flowers decorated the wide decking on the second floor.

  “Torin.” She squeezed his arm. “That’s beautiful.”

  He led her up onto the boat. “I figure we can throw a huge party later for a reception, but I wanted this to be just us.”

  “No more intrusions?” Love and desire bubbled in her heart. Even with the interruptions, she wouldn’t have traded the weekend for anything.

  “None.” Torin stepped up to the helm of the boat and steered them to the middle of the pond. He cut the engine and unleashed the anchor. “Now, where were we?” He cornered her against the wall and pressed his body to hers. “You belong to me, don’t you?”

  Her pussy quivered and cream coated her inner thigh. “Yes.”

  Torin turned the stool around and sat down. “Across my lap. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours.”

  Crickets chirped in the distance and ducks quacked. Lights glimmered from the shore. A cool breeze whipped around her as she knelt over his thighs. Torin tugged at the layers of her dress, exposing more of her skin to the night air. She pressed her knees together. Once he pushed her skirt over her ass, he’d get one hell of a surprise.

  “You aren’t wearing panties again.” Torin spanked her bottom hard. “Naughty girls should be punished.” He spanked her again, this time on her other cheek.

  The tingle turned from pain to pleasure in an instant. She bit down on her bottom lip to hide the moan. “More, Sir. Please?”

  “Oh yes.” Torin used both hands to swat her. “How many more?”

  Desire for her husband filled her veins. “Two?” She’d guessed low, expecting him to double the number.

  “Plus two.” He opened his palm on her bottom, twice on each cheek. The sting cut to her core and freed her. She flattened her hands on the floor of the boat and anticipated one more spank.

  Torin made her wait. He trailed his fingers over her abused skin, then added the final swat.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  He parted her ass, sliding one finger into her tight channel. “You’re wet for me.” He added a second finger. “My girl.”

  “Take me, Torin. Please?” She writhed on his hand, easing him in and out of her pussy.

  “Yes. Mine.” He swatted her once more. “Up.”

  When she stood, he tangled her in his arms once more. Torin eased the zipper of her dress down her side. The satin gave way, revealing her body to him. She clasped her hand behind her back.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” Torin side the dress out of the way, then stood. He scooped her into his arms and placed her on the blanket on the decking. “I dreamed I’d find you again.” He untied his tie, then shucked his jacket. “Never expected when I walked into that elevator I’d have a second chance.” With each word, he unbuttoned his shirt. “Not letting you go a second time.” He kissed the ring on her finger. “Mine.” His pants plopped on the floor of the boat, giving her the best view of his toned body.

  Torin dropped to his knees and settled between her legs. His cock pulsed on her clit, sending shimmers of lust spiralling through her veins. “Love you, babe.” He pushed into her an inch at a time. The blunt head of his erection stroked her from within. “So much.”

  Zoe opened her arms. “Come here.”

  Torin leaned forward, filling her. His balls tapped her ass and his warmth spread over her skin. She soaked in the thrill of sex on a boat under the stars. He nipped her shoulder. “Look up. Final surprise.”

  Over his shoulders, fireworks exploded and lit up the sky. The cold, the craziness, even the stress of not knowing what would happen next, none of it mattered. The rest of the world faded away. Zoe wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he pumped into her body. Sweat glistened on his shoulders and chest. He groaned and tipped his head back, his hair slicked to his forehead.

  His cock twitched inside her and his fingers bit into her hips. Zoe dragged him close and kissed him. His breath fanned on her skin.

  The first tingles of orgasm started low in her belly and hunger radiated in his eyes. Nothing mattered but being in the moment with Torin, her husband.

  “Fuck,” he growled. Torin closed his eyes and slammed hard into her cunt. His cock spasmed and his seed splashed through her womb. A moan bubbled in her throat. She reached between their bodies and plucked her clit. The last bit of attention to her body sent her over the edge and she embraced the climax. She gasped for air and closed her eyes. Every part of her being sizzled.

  “Love you, Zoe. Always.” Torin feathered kisses over her face. “My girl in our private hideaway.”

  “Yeah.” She opened her eyes and snuggled against his chest. “And how are you going to top today?”

  “More sex on the boat. Sex on the front porch. Maybe even sex in the Jeep. I’m easy.” He shrugged. “I’ve got you. That’s all I want.”

  She grinned. Torin was the only man she ever wanted, the only man she’d ever truly loved and now he was hers forever. Just like she wanted. “I love you, too.”

  The Explorer Challenge

  By T
illy Hunter

  Hannah grabbed the map. Ordnance Survey Explorer range, sheet number 463, that magical sheet of concertina-folded paper depicting every road, stream, slope and bog in this section of the British Isles for the enjoyment of outdoor enthusiasts. They’d gone for laminated with this one. The Orkney Isles in September held a high chance of rain. Karl drove while she traced the route with a fingertip. Through the cobbles of Stromness while it was still dark and onto the A965, crossing a narrow inlet of the North Sea. Sharp left onto the tiny B9055, which bridges another thirty foot of water where the Lochs of Stenness and Harray meet before being split again by a narrow peninsula. She could understand why this strange spear of land between the lakes had captured the hearts of the people who lived here three thousand years ago.

  She preferred Karl to drive. He didn’t have quite the same fascination with maps as she did. She loved to track their journeys and relate the views through the windscreen to the lines and symbols on paper. But he’d been the one who’d come up with their crazy plan. They couldn’t even tell people why they’d suddenly shunned their global travels for long weekends and camping holidays around Britain. Well, apart from her best friend Suzanne, who was mightily amused at the whole thing.

  It had all started with the Cerne Abbas Giant in Dorset. “I wonder how many people have sneaked up here at night to shag on its cock,” he said.

  “I bet there’s no sneaking about it. I can’t imagine there’s a single night in the year when you wouldn’t find someone up here doing it.”

  “There’s no-one here now.”

  He was right. It was a drizzly early evening in May, mild but wet. Karl had laid down the map to protect his backside from the crumbly chalk of the 180ft tall figure while Hannah sat astride him. The fine rain gave them some privacy from being seen across the valley. The giant’s erect cock and testicles were a mighty 36ft tall and Hannah and Karl chose the very tip. Hannah imagined some ancient earth energy welling up the giant’s shaft, coursing into her through the vessel of her lover. That quickie started something.