by Ford, Mia
I loved it here.
I might never go back to the NYC.
Graham had called that morning, and for the first ever, I lied to him about my progress. I made it sound like I had only finished half of what I had really done. He could probably tell that I didn’t want to go home. I felt I could maybe finish the outline for a second book while here, if I could maintain my momentum. And if not, who cared. No one was rushing me, and I was happy to soak in the beauty that I found myself in. If Roland House tired of paying the bills, I’d happily take them over myself.
A pair of warm lips pressed against the back of my left shoulder blade, and a strong hand that I had come to love ran down my arm. Goose bumps broke out across my skin, and I shuddered when the kisses continued along my back to my other shoulder blade. I sighed as my bikini bottoms grew wet and warm.
“I love how you can just make me gush by touching me,” I whispered.
“I have the magic touch,” Chad said, coming around to plant a soft kiss on my lips. He wiggled his fingers at me. “These are yours anytime you need them, to be placed or inserted anywhere you like.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied. “I’m so glad you caught me at the airport.”
“I’m so glad your pal Graham told me where to find you,” he said with a grin. He put his hands behind his head and tilted his brown face toward the sun. “This beats the fuck out of New York City.”
I gave him a smile and a soft sigh. I was glad Graham had told him where I was, too. I was totally shocked when Chad had caught up with me at the airport, ready to board, completely oblivious that he was standing in line right behind me. I had almost lost my shit when he tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see him smiling at me, holding up a ticket to Costa Rica. Honestly, Chad was a major part of the reason why I didn’t want to return to New York, but also part of the reason I’d happily return.
“In fact, my magic fingers are not busy at the moment,” Chad said, leaning in for a kiss. His tongue slid between my lips. I moaned into his mouth. “Shall we go back to our room for a little afternoon delight?”
“I need to write,” I said, knowing my weak argument would not put him off for long.
“Come up to the room and let me give you something to write about,” he said. He leaned in closer and kissed my nick. His strong hands moved to my thighs. He pushed them apart and started inching his fingertips toward the soaking crotch of my bikini bottoms. I felt the breath catch in my throat.
“Chad, stop it,” I giggled, clenching my legs together to trap his hands. “We’re in public.”
I pulled the laptop onto my lap and spread my legs enough for his fingers to slid past the strap of bikini and into my pussy. He started fingering me right there on the beach, with dozens of people around.
“You… have to… stop…” I said, eyes closed, breath heavy.
“Then come to the room with me,” he said, his tongue in my ear.
“Fine…” I said as his finger slid in fully to the knuckle and began swirling around, then slowly in and out. “Just let me… finish writing… this scene… in my… head…”
EPILOGUE: Zoe
My bikini came off the minute we were through the hotel room door. Chad pressed his mouth to mine as he slid his swimsuit down his muscular legs. His cock was hard, had been hard from all the way down in the lobby where I could feel it pressed against my ass as we walked. I grabbed his cock and began pumping him, hard and quick, while his hands explored every inch of my sweat-soaked, tanned body.
“Chad!” I screamed when he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. I laughed and tried to roll away, but he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to him.
“Stop, wait, stop!” I giggled, but my laughter quickly turned to moans when his mouth found its way to my pussy and his tongue slid inside me. My toes curled, and my fingers immediately clutched his hair, pushing him down, begging for him to drive his tongue deeper inside me.
“Just like that,” I moaned, feeling his tongue sliding expertly between my pussy lips until it was flicking against my clit, driving me crazy. I pushed my hips up against his face, and began grinding against him, willing him to work faster, to press his tongue against me harder, faster, deeper.
My body rocked with what I knew was only going to be the first of many orgasms. He crawled up over me, his smile wide and his eyes gazing into mine hungrily.
“Put that in your book,” he said with a wicked smile.
I pulled him close, reached down and grabbed his cock. “I need more material, Mr. Walters.”
“My pleasure,” he groaned.
I screamed when he pushed his thick cock inside me, surprised by how hard he had taken to the request. I felt my hole stretching around him, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper.
He fucked me like a bucking bronco, sucking on my nipples, squeezing my breasts, groaning like an animal. The bed springs squeaked with the effort, but the sounds were muffled by my screams and his grunts. His pelvis rubbed against my clit with every thrust, and one orgasm after the other shook through me.
“Fuck, Zoe… I’m going… to cum.”
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, forcing him in deeper, and arched my back to push my pussy against him. I watched his eyes roll back, and increased my speed when I felt his muscles flex and go hard. He exploded inside me, filling me up, his juices mixing with mine, and I kept going. I clenched my muscles, squeezing him, and he shuddered as if he were having a seizure before collapsing on top of me, gasping for air.
I ran my hands down his back, letting my legs drop as he rolled off me. “God… I fucking love… Costa Rica.”
I glanced over at him and smiled. “Just Costa Rica?”
Chad smiled and held out his hand. “Costa Rica… and you.”
THE END
BONUS : DELETED SCENE 1
ZOE
My mind was anywhere but on writing when Chad showed up at my door after midnight with the look of lust in his dark eyes. I told him to come inside and quietly closed the door, not wanting to disturb the old woman who lived across the hall and considered herself the moral compass of the twelfth floor.
I ushered Chad into the kitchen. He slid onto a stool at the island. I got him a cold beer from the fridge and set it on the counter in front of him. Christ, just having him in the room was enough to get my juices flowing.
“How goes the writing?” he asked with the bottle at his lips. “Are you into the fuck scene yet?”
His voice rolled through me like quiet thunder, awakening every nerve ending in my body. He was the only man I’d ever known with the power to make me cum with the sound of his voice. It had been so long since I’d had sex, and I was way out of practice, but even now my clit trembled and my pussy throbbed with the need to be filled by him. I pressed my thighs together, trying to create a bit of friction on my clit, anything to take away the burning agony his voice always created.
“The fuck scene?” I asked with a smile. “Is that all you think I write? Fuck scenes?” My voice sounded shaky, trembling. Even I could hear the want and need in my tone. I wanted to shout, “Yes, take me. Yes, fuck me. Yes, make me come. Yes, make me yours.” I pressed my lips together.
“That’s what I imagine you writing,” he said with a sly grin, the bottle frozen at his lips. Our eyes locked and that’s all there was to say. He slid off the stool and came around the island toward me, his lean body moving with grace, the muscles beneath his black T-shirt flexing, creating sensuous bulges beneath the fabric. I wanted to rip the shirt from his body and run my tongue over every inch of that tanned, ripped skin. I wanted to drop to my knees, yank down those jeans, and take that long, thick cock into my mouth and—
“What are you doing…”
I gasped, my words cut off when he wedged his hand between my legs.
“I’m just doing what you want me to do.” Chad’s voice ghosted over my ear as he leaned in to me. The heat of his hand nearly melted the fabric of t
he thin pajamas I wore. The soft satin of my panties gliding against my clit sent delicious shivers down my spine.
“You feel wet, ready. Your panties are damp, and I can smell you, Zoe.” He inhaled deeply. “You’ve always smelled sexy, ripe, creamy, like the most luscious pie.”
I couldn’t stop myself from giggling. His voice, his words had always been my weakness. He controlled me with them like a mystic. My hand trailed slowly over my breast and stomach to the waistline of my pajamas. I dipped my hand inside, my fingertip teasing my clit before sliding down to my pussy. I pressed the tip inside, and my legs nearly buckled at the intense jolt that gripped my pussy.
“You’re right,” I let the word tremble on my lips. “It does feel creamy… Would you like a taste?”
I pulled out my glistening finger and held it up for inspection. His lips wrapped around my finger, and then he sucked it deep into his mouth, making sounds of pleasure.
When he looked up at me, his intense dark eyes filled with such hunger, I suddenly felt famished, parched, almost dead from lack of want and need. I realized I hadn’t been living for the last twelve years. I had simply existed in a place without him.
“I want more than a taste,” Chad murmured.
All the saliva dried in my mouth as I waited with bated breath.
“I want to eat you alive.”
BONUS : DELETED SCENE 2
CHAD
When Zoe’s legs gave out, I caught her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. I couldn’t wait another moment. The scent of her had roused my cock, and it lunged hard and thick and throbbing, scraping painfully against the fabric of my jeans. My balls were aching with the need to fuck the beautiful woman before me, to plunge my cock deep into the moist heat of her pussy and fill her to the brim with my cum.
I ripped off her pajama pants, along with the panties beneath, and tossed them behind me then pushed her down. I hooked my arms beneath her knees and lifted her hips toward my mouth.
Pressing my face into the juncture of her thighs, I breathed in the soft scent of vanilla body wash, letting the neatly trimmed golden curls tickle against my face. I wanted my dick in her pussy. I wanted to feel her clit harden beneath my tongue. I wanted to explore her flesh. I wanted to spill my cum deep inside her cunt, between her tits, into her mouth, but even more than that, I wanted to remember the Zoe of my past, the girl who had stolen my heart and selfishly kept it locked within her greedy fist, even as I walked away to begin a different life. A life without her.
I sucked her swollen clit hard, rhythmically, feeling it vibrate beneath my lips. I speared my tongue between her lush pussy lips, licking the juices and then trailing kisses from her slit to her clit and down to her ass. Her flesh was hot beneath my lips, wet and pulsing, juicy and quivering, and she smelled so fucking great I could have eaten her all day, but we had a score to settle.
I gave her clit another suck and lapped at her pussy one more time, then I skirted around her cunt with tiny nips and pecks, teasing her because I refused to make her come until she begged to be mine.
“Oh God, Chad…” Her breath hissed out of her in a soft sigh. “I could come just from your breath against my skin.”
“So sweet…” I murmured.
Her head fell back, and her hips bucked up as she tried to rub her clit against my mouth again. The bulge in my jeans grew harder, tighter and more painful against the zipper. A smear of precum had dampened the fabric.
I lowered her back and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang out fast, thick, rigid, bouncing back against my stomach and swaying with need.
“See what you do to me,” I said. “How hard you make me, Zoe, how much I need to come?”
“Yes.” Her eyes locked on my dick, and she licked her lips. “We can both cum. Fuck me, Chad. Make me cum with you,” she demanded. “I need to cum...”
Her fingers went to her exposed pussy. She began to rub frantically, eagerly, creating friction against the dewy pink nub of her clit. Her pussy glistened with the juices of her need, and she slipped one finger inside her cunt while her other hand continued to rub furiously.
“No.” I took both hands and lifted them to her stomach. She writhed in desire, her hips rising as she searched for relief. “Let me.”
She yanked off the pajama top, exposing her tits to my hungry gaze. Large tits, perfect areolas, tipped by rosy peaks and nipples that looked like strawberry candies. She trailed her hands up her stomach and circled each nipple. The buds, already flushed and perked, hardened and grew rosier beneath my gaze. I watched her pinch and pull, her fingers twisting each one painfully.
“Fuck me, Chad,” she ordered. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll take care of things myself.” She lifted up and brought a big swollen breast to her lips, licking the nipple and then sucking it into her mouth, gazing at me with eyes so dark with lust the pupils almost disappeared. The depths of a stormy dangerous sea shone in her eyes, and I was drowning, caught in a typhoon.
“You don’t give me orders, Zoe,” I said quietly, each word dropping like a stone. “I’m in control here. If you want something from me, you’re going to have to beg.”
Something flashed in her eyes, something as hard and needy as what lived in me. We were both too proud for our own good, too arrogant to think beyond ourselves, but filled with such lust and sexual greed that we’d do almost anything for a fuck, to come, to ease the ache. She gave me a sultry smile and shocked the hell out of me when she said, “Fuck me, Chad... I’m fucking begging you. Make me cum with your big, thick cock.”
I hooked my hands beneath her knees, lifted her legs high, and plunged my cock so far into her pussy that she screamed and arched with the pleasure.
As I slammed into her again and again, her muscles fisting around my dick like a tight wet glove, her hands clutching at my arms, I felt like I’d come home. I found both pleasure and pain buried balls deep in her hot, wet, pulsing cunt.
We came together, tensing, seizing, flexing, loudly, like the old days, and fell into each other’s arms.
Zoe pressed her cheek to my chest and sighed.
I kissed the top of her head and prayed that this time it would last.
Best Seller: Thirst
Blurb
Molly
My whole life, I’ve been a fat girl mooning after Alex Travers, my best friend’s older brother.
I never thought he would notice me.
But when he did – and oh, did he – my life turned into one explosive orgasm after another.
I knew I was falling in love with Alex. But I also knew that he’d never want someone like me – fat, shy, and boring.
Even though I was afraid of getting hurt, I couldn’t stay away from Alex. He’d popped my cherry.
But was he also going to break my heart?
Alex
On paper, I’m a firefighter.
But my real profession?
F*cking girls until they scream my name.
I’d never really noticed Molly Peters, the shy, chubby friend of my obnoxious little sister.
But learning she was a virgin turned me on more than anything. I was sick of slutty, loose women who threw themselves at me. I wanted a pure, innocent girl.
A girl I could educate in the ways of lust.
Little did I know, Molly would educate me, too.
In love.
Chapter One
Molly
“Hey, Mol – you get the answer for number four yet?”
I looked up and blinked at my best friend, Rebecca. We were sitting at the small table in our kitchen, roasting in the late-afternoon sunlight as we poured over homework.
Rebecca made a face. “No,” she said. “Ugh. This sucks, I’m so tired!”
“I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I am, too.”
“Remind me why we thought this was such a good idea again?”
I burst out laughing. “Because it is,” I said, shaking my head. “Besides, are you telling me that you’d r
ather be out working some minimum wage job?”
“Hey,” Rebecca shot back. “I have a degree.”
“Yeah, so do I,” I said. “And before I sent in my grad school applications, the only place willing to hire me was Starbucks!”
Rebecca snickered. “I know,” she said. “It’s awful.”
“But just a few years, and then we’ll be librarians,” I said encouragingly, pushing my workbook back towards my best friend. “And that’s gonna be awesome.”
Rebecca nodded. She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. “Yeah,” she said. She sighed. “God, did I tell you? My dad is still trying to get me a job at his stupid firm, even though I don’t want it.”
I frowned. “That sucks.”
Rebecca’s parents hadn’t exactly been supportive of her decision – and mine – to enroll in a master’s program for library science. Since she’d started grad school, there had been no fewer than ten attempts to get her to drop out and “get a real job,” according to her asshole of a father.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said. She sighed. “It just hurts, you know? They’ve always accepted Alex, no matter what he did. He’s the golden child.”
