by Opal Carew
Storm’s cock.
It glided slowly inside her. Stretching her. Making her intimately aware of the other cock inside her, too.
He was so hard and long, it seemed to take forever for his big cock to fill her. But then she felt his groin against her. A second later, she felt his fingers brush her ass, then a vibration started deep in her back canal. She murmured against the cock embedded in her mouth.
Storm released the strap around her head and it fell away. She allowed the short cock in her mouth to fall to the floor as Storm caressed her ass.
“Do you like two cocks inside you?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
The vibration in her ass increased, and she moaned.
“Oh, God, it feels so good.”
He reached around and found her nipples, then pinched them. She moaned again.
He grasped her hips and then drew back, his cockhead dragging along her inner passage, driving her wild. Then he drove deep.
“Oh, God yes.”
The vibrating cock in her ass sent shivers of excitement through her. Storm drew back and thrust in again. Warmth washed through her limbs and she arched against him.
He kept thrusting into her, filling her again and again.
“Oh, Storm. Oh, yes.”
“Are you going to come, baby?”
Her nerve endings shimmered to life, and heat swelled through her.
“Yes. So soon.”
He thrust faster. She clenched around him. He was so big and powerful inside her, driving her pleasure higher.
“Oh, God, Storm. You’re making me… I’m going to…”
She lost her hold on sanity and catapulted to a place of pure bliss as intense pleasure erupted through her. She gasped, then wailed long and loud.
“That’s it, baby. I love hearing you come.”
Then he groaned and thrust deep into her. He erupted inside her with more force than she’d ever felt before, which vaulted her to an even more intense orgasm.
He rested against her back, his big cock still inside her. His fake friend’s, too. She smiled.
He kissed the back of her neck, then she felt his weight move away. His fingers brushed against the back of her head, then the blindfold slid away. He crouched down and a moment later, she felt the ropes holding her arms tight to the stool legs release. Soon he had her unbound and he helped her stand up.
He scooped her into his arms and she wrapped her hands around his thick neck, then glanced around and grinned.
“So where’s your friend? Didn’t he want to stay and snuggle.”
He gazed down at her as he carried her to the bedroom.
“Believe me, I won’t allow any man to snuggle you but me.”
“But you will allow him to anal fuck me.”
He grinned. “On my terms only.” He brushed his lips against hers. “And I don’t see that ever being with anyone other than our little purple silicone friend.”
She grinned. “Or we could branch out and maybe invite my longer, bigger blue friend.” She stroked his raspy cheek. “He could take me from the front, while you take the back.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You are turning into quite the bad girl.” He swooped in for another kiss before he placed her on the bed. “My sweet little Jess has come a long way.”
She laughed, and stroked his dangling cock. “Speaking of long…”
Jessica finished wrapping the small box, then tied a metallic red ribbon around it and curled the ends with scissors. She added a matching bow and smiled at her creation.
Her phone chimed and she glanced at the screen. A text from Storm telling her he was here. She grabbed the gift and scooted to the entrance, then pressed the button to unlock the door downstairs. She put the gift on the coffee table and waited in anticipation until she heard his knock at the door, then she pulled it open.
“Hi.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
“Mmm. Nice greeting.”
She took his hand and led him to the living room. “I have something for you.”
“Oh, what’s this for. I didn’t miss some kind of anniversary, did I? Let’s see, it’s been six weeks since our first date. Seven if you’re counting from the day we met.”
“No, it’s just because.”
He grinned. “Just because what?”
Her eyes turned misty as she picked up the small gift-wrapped box from the table and handed it to him. “Because you’re so special. And you mean so much to me.”
His grin faded, and his face turned almost solemn as she took the gift from her. He tugged the delicate ribbon off with his big fingers, then tore away the gold foil wrapping paper, exposing the black jewelry box inside. It was the box that had held a Christmas broach she’d bought last year, but it was the perfect size.
He lifted off the top of the box and stared inside. The key lay nestled in the white cotton inside.
His gaze darted to hers.
“It’s a key to my apartment. You already stay over most of the time and when you come over before I’m home from work, we have to arrange getting the key to you, so I thought…”—she shrugged—“that you might like your own. This way, you can come over any time you want and… if you’d like, you could even move in.”
She gazed at him, but couldn’t read anything from his expression. But he looked entirely too serious staring down at the key so intently.
Had she gone too far?
“You want me to move in?”
“Whatever you want. I just want you to know you’re welcome.”
His brows furrowed and he put the key down on the table, then suddenly she found herself in his arms, his mouth claiming hers with passion. Soon, she was lifted into his arms, then they were in bed.
That night he made passionate, powerful love to her until she screamed his name. When she woke up for work the next morning, he was still sleeping, so she quietly got ready for work and slipped away.
“He’s gone. He’s really gone.” Jessica had to fight back tears as she sat across the table from Sally in her office, the door closed.
“Oh, honey. I’m sure he’s not.”
Jessica stared at her. “He’s been gone for four days. Travis told me he just said he was going out of town and didn’t say when he was coming back.”
“He wouldn’t just walk out on the band like that.”
Jessica shook her head. “They don’t have any gigs for a while, since a couple members are gone on a camping trip. But he could call Travis up any time and tell him he’s just not coming back.”
“He hasn’t done that yet. Just because you gave him a key doesn’t mean he’s run off forever.”
“I know, but he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t like to be tied down. He’s used to up and moving whenever he feels like it.”
“Jessica, don’t you dare start second guessing yourself. You followed your heart and that’s always the right thing to do. Don’t let this drive you back to your old, overly cautious self. The new you is such a happier person. I don’t want you to lose that.”
“I’m not happy right now.” She buried her head in her hand. “Why am I so stupid?”
“Hey, cut yourself some slack. You took a risk. You showed how you feel about him. If that drove him away, that’s his loss. That doesn’t take away the excitement and the good times you had with him. And how they’ve helped you come out of your shell. Move forward keeping all the best of the experience. Okay?”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “You’re right.” As much as it hurt that Storm had walked away—and without a word of good bye—he had given her so much. The time with him had made her happier than she’d ever been. And the excitement she’d had being a rock star’s woman was an experience she would never willingly give up.
In many ways, it had changed her life.
“So will you stop moping now? It’s okay to feel the pain, but don’t let it change who you’ve become. Okay?”
She nodded. Sally was right. Jessica liked who
she’d become. More confident. More willing to take chances.
She would not let Storm walking out on her change that.
Jessica opened the door to her lonely apartment, feeling totally dejected. Despite all the mental pep talks she kept giving herself, losing Storm was an enormous blow.
“Hi.”
Her head jerked up at the sound of Storm’s voice from her couch. He looked so incredibly handsome sitting there in his usual jeans and T-shirt. “You’re here!”
He stood up as she raced toward him. Tears welled in her eyes as she threw herself into his arms.
He held her tight and kissed the top of her head. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
She froze, then stepped back. “What’s wrong?” she asked, then planted her hands on her hips. She scowled at him. “You disappear for five days without a word and you ask me what’s wrong?”
He raked his hand through his hair. ‘I didn’t realize you’d worry. A lot of weeks we don’t see each other until the weekend. I didn’t think about it.”
She sucked in a breath. He did have a point.
“But those weeks, I don’t hear from Travis that you’re out of town.”
Oh, God, now she sounded like a clingy, needy girlfriend. Exactly the type of woman that would drive away a man like Storm. But instead of withdrawing, he pulled her into his arms again.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was so caught up in my own stuff, I didn’t think about the fact you might worry.”
“What stuff?”
“When you gave me the key… it made me do some thinking…”
Her heart froze. Maybe this wasn’t a grand reunion after she thought she’d lost him. Maybe this was the break-up speech.
She eased away from his comforting body and gazed up into his sky blue eyes.
“And…?”
“I was overwhelmed when you gave me the key. You welcomed me into your life, and into your home. You make me feel like I belong.”
Her heart quivered, and she took his hand. “Of course you belong.”
He smiled, revealing his straight white teeth.
“So I wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to me.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and drew it up his torso, turning away from her as he did so, revealing rippling muscles along his back. Her insides heated, more than ready to follow him to the bedroom right now. But after he pulled it over his shoulders, he tossed it aside, then turned back to face her.
Her eyes widened at the new tattoo adorning his chest, spanning from his shoulder to just above his heart.
“It’s a leopard moth,” she said in awe.
“That’s right.” He rested his finger on the tattoo. “I wanted to show you that I will always be there for you.”
Tears welled in her eyes again.
“Oh, Storm.” She fell into his arms and held him tight. Then she eased back and stared at the moth. “It’s beautiful.” The white wings with the gray spots outlined in black looked so real. “Can I touch it?”
He laughed. “Baby, you never have to ask me if you can touch a part of my body.”
She smiled and ran her fingertip over the edge of one wing. He had had this moth emblazoned on his skin for her.
“Why do you look so serious?” he asked.
“It’s such a big commitment. You’ll have this…”—she gazed up at him—“forever.”
His eyebrow quirked up. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“I just…” She shook her head, suddenly feeling like an imposter. “You’ve made this big commitment to me and… well… I’m just worried that…”
“What is it, Jess?”
“You told me before we started dating that you wanted a woman who wants to be with you for who you are.”
He nodded.
“Well, I…” Her lips compressed. “I just don’t know if that’s me.”
“Are you trying to say you don’t like being with me?” His eyes told her he didn’t believe it.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that…” She shrugged. “When I saw you play that first time… when I saw how the women reacted to you… I found myself overwhelmed.” She gazed up at him. “You were just so… sexy.”
He chuckled. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“No, not bad. It’s just that… from that point on, I wanted you because you were this sexy, charismatic performer.”
He drew her against his body again.
“Yes, I want a woman who likes me for myself. And that’s you, Jess. You agreed to date me despite me being covered with tattoos, wearing torn jeans, and riding a big motorcycle. Those things terrified you at first, but you allowed yourself to get to know me enough that you finally agreed to go out with me. Maybe seeing me on stage revved your engine, but I have no doubt in my mind you love me for who I am.”
“I feel like I’ve been lying to you all along, so I just wanted to tell you the truth now, before you get in any deeper.”
“You have not deceived me in any way, baby. I can see that light in your eyes whenever you look at me. I’ve been with women who just want to bed the guy they saw up on stage, and it can’t compare to what I have with you. You are sincere, sweet, and loving. I can feel how much you care about me every time you touch me.”
Elated, she held him tight. “I do.”
“And I don’t think it’s possible to get in any deeper.” His lips found hers and his passionate kiss took her breath away. Her heart was thumping so hard, she was sure he must be able to feel it.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He stripped off his jeans and boxers, then proceeded to peel away her dress.
“You are so sexy.” He prowled beside her on the bed, his thick cock hard and ready for her.
She discarded her bra and tossed it aside, loving the heat in his eyes as he gazed at her naked breasts. He stroked one and her hormones swirled in a happy dance of delight. He tucked his fingers under the elastic of her lace panties and glided them down her legs
He sat beside her and focused on her mound, smiling. She shifted under his warm gaze.
“Are you going to just look, or do something about it?” she asked, then opened her legs, displaying her intimate folds to him.
He chuckled. “Who knew the sweet, uptight woman I met on the side of the road two months ago could be so wanton?”
She took his hand and drew it to her, then pressed it to her folds, now slick with need.
“Right now, I’m wantin’ you.”
He grinned and climbed over her, his knees on either side of her thighs. His red, throbbing cock stood straight up. His mouth found her breast as he stroked along her slick slit. The warm moistness of his mouth surrounding her nipple, paired with his fingers gliding along her slit, sent heat thrumming through her. His fingers glided inside and she moaned. He suckled and she arched against his mouth.
“Oh, that feels so good.” Pleasure blossomed as his fingers moved inside her.
She longed to reach for his erection and stroke it, but then she’d have to move and right now she liked everything exactly as it was.
He drew his fingers from her slick opening and shifted over her. Excitement quivered through her as he pressed his cockhead to her slickness. He smiled, then pushed forward. His hard shaft glided into her… slowly. Filling her. He slid along her passage, the delightful friction sending sparks straight to her nerve endings.
Finally, he was all the way in, his body over hers, his strong arms holding his weight above her. She wrapped her arms around him and gazed up at him adoringly.
“Make love to me, Storm.”
He smiled, then drew back. As he glided in again, slowly, her insides quivered at the breathtaking pleasure.
He began to move faster, his big cock gliding into her again and again. Her heart pounded at the exhilarating sensations flying through her. Pleasure swelled and she arched.
“Storm, yes!”
His f
inger found her clit and he flicked it. She gasped at the intense sensation, tightening around his cock as it drove into her faster and faster.
“I’m… Oh, God, I’m coming.” She burst into flames as an intense orgasm erupted inside her.
As she wailed her release, he groaned, then shuddered against her.
They clung to each other, riding the waves of ecstasy together.
Finally, they collapsed together and Storm rolled to his side, his arms still tight around her, keeping her snug against his body.
His cock was still embedded in her and she could hear his erratic heartbeat against her ear. She snuggled closer, quietly listening to the blood pumping through his body, and sighed. She never would have believed that the scary biker who’d stopped to help her on the side of the road that night would wind up being the man she loved.
She held him close and smiled, knowing she could lie in his arms like this forever.
Taken by Storm is the prequel to Opal's erotic romance novel, His to Possess, an intoxicating tale of a woman torn between a dominant billionaire and a tattooed, bad boy rock musician. His to Possess is available now!
If you enjoyed Taken by Storm but would like something even hotter, you'll love Opal's Red Hot Fantasies erotic short stories (especially The Office Slave) and her Three Happy Endings box set.
Here are excerpts of each…
Excerpt - His to Possess
by Opal Carew
Jessica watched the busy traffic and streams of people passing by the window as she took a last sip of coffee, then set the empty mug on the table. One man crossing the street toward her caught her eye. There was something familiar about his face, but she couldn’t get a good look at him to figure out why.
She pulled her wallet from her purse and placed her credit card on the bill the waitress had left on a plastic tray on the table. Eating at this little restaurant a block from her hotel had definitely been a good idea. The food here was much cheaper than at the hotel restaurant and this trip to Philadelphia was already straining her budget. Coming here for the big career fair was worth the risk, though.
The waitress came by and picked up her card. As Jessica waited for her to return, she continued watching the men and women rushing by in business attire, trying to catch sight of the man again.
