Naughty Nibbles Anthology

by Sierra Cartwright, SL Majors, Christy Lockhart

  Another sleeve had bubble-like dots. ‘For ignitable pleasure,’ according to the printed insert. The third had ripples, or ‘Blast off Ridges’ as they were called.

  The marketing materials were perhaps over the top, but if she could sell the Clit Rocket, so what? Adult sex toys weren't necessarily known for their sophistication, although the marriage of style and sensuality was definitely one that appealed to her.

  She sprayed the bullet with antibacterial cleaner and selected the firework sleeve. She'd start with the explosion of sensation and go from there.

  While the spray went to work cleaning the silicone, she looked at the directions. Wow and a nice big bowl of ice cream. The remote could be set to pulse. Over a period of several minutes, the intensity would automatically increase.

  If the toy actually worked, she may never need another man.

  She rinsed the bullet and sleeve under running water, then took a quick trip through the shop's front room. Lights were off. The closed sign was flipped the proper direction, the cash register till had been emptied. She grabbed a tube of lube especially designed for use with toys and returned to the back.

  Feeling deliciously naughty, Sophie kicked off the high heeled shoes she always favoured and then unzipped her jeans. Wriggling, she shimmied the denim over her hips and down her thighs. And then she kicked aside the jeans.

  Wanting some atmosphere, she turned on the radio and found her favourite satellite station. Fun, funky, staccato techno stuff. The music was nothing she'd listen to when the store was open, but the beat was perfect when she was in search of a pulse-pounding orgasm, or, even better, a rocket propelled one.

  After pulling down her knickers, she used her toes to launch them towards her jeans.

  Getting into the spirit of things, Sophie cranked up the radio's volume, slid the sleeve into place, checked that everything was in working order—that could never be overstated, as she'd tell her customers—and then uncapped the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto the tips of her fingers.

  She bent her knees slightly, then massaged the thick cream onto her clit.

  It'd been at least a week since she'd played with herself. From time to time, she'd deprive herself of sexual release. She did that just to make the next time even more sensational. Absence made the ... climax more powerful. Or something like that.

  She made sure she was good and moist, dipping into her vagina and parting her labia, slipping, sliding.

  Already close to orgasm, Sophie forced herself to stop putting pressure against her clit. Waiting was such a sweet torment.

  Feeling the techno beat, seduced by the response of her own body, she placed the silicone firework against her clit. She thumbed on the remote and felt the first, light pulse against her clit. It was ... nice. The second pulse was just as pleasant. Nice, but not spectacular.

  The third felt a little more intense.

  The fourth was close to fabulous.

  Well, then.

  She'd never had a vibrator that behaved in quite this way. Being the most athletic of the three sisters, she usually did everything at mach speed. She had two speeds, or so her last boyfriend said: fast and asleep. So what? It was hardly her fault if he couldn't keep up.

  Little hammering sensations snaked through her body.

  Closing her eyes, she parted her labia further, wanting increased pressure. The vibrator was maddening. She'd take a little more, thank you.

  Still, she didn't switch the control to fast. This was different. Different was good.

  She bent her knees a little more and rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, reaching, searching, wanting...

  Of its own volition, the vibrator doled out another couple of beats.

  Music pounded.

  Her blood raced.

  Just a little more ... Just a little ... More. She wanted more.

  She gnawed on her lower lip, feeling the tendrils of a climax beginning to unfurl. Oh. Oh. Yes.

  That was ... Almost...

  "What the hell?"

  She froze. Her heart skidded to a complete stop, then it leaped into her throat. Her eyes opened instantly. A bright, very bright, light shined in her eyes.

  Sophie blinked repeatedly, but she couldn't see anything at all.

  The music was abruptly silenced. An echo seemed to fill the room.

  "Sophie?"

  She knew that deep, rich, intimidating voice. And that wasn't a good thing at all. Ryan Kelley. Officer Ryan Kelley. Having the local law enforcement officer catch you half naked couldn't possibly be good. Hell and damnation.

  How was she supposed to deal with this? Half naked, on the verge of a very nice climax, blinking owlishly in the presence of the law. Oh, yes, with her labia spread. “Uhmm ... the flashlight. Do you mind?"

  "Not at all."

  Well, that wasn't one of her more brilliant suggestions. Ryan didn't turn off the flashlight like she hoped; he simply directed its beam a bit lower. And standing here, in the almost altogether, while the bobby shined a light at your dripping pussy was a bit disconcerting.

  Just then the vibrator gave out a powerful pulse. “Oh!” Her knees buckled.

  "Ah...? I asked what the hell is going on here."

  He did? “You did?” Think. She needed to think. “I was doing research.” That was it.

  "Research?"

  He raised his oh-so-sexy, serious, intimidating eyebrows. Her heart was thundering. How much trouble was she in? Was he going to issue a citation? Oh, Lord, she'd hate to have to go to court to explain all this.

  She pulled the Rocket away from her body before it ignited a booster and she behaved like an even bigger hussy in front of him.

  "What kind of research?"

  She'd brazen it out. That's what she'd do. “Until you showed up, I was about T-minus 30 seconds from an orgasm.” She straightened her knees and stood up tall. Not that it helped. She barely came up to his shoulder.

  "This little device,” she said, extending her palm to show him the bullet, “supposedly gives off the most powerful orgasm of your entire life.” She hoped he'd shine the light on her hand, getting a better look at the toy. No such luck. He kept the beam directed at her crotch.

  "And does it deliver?"

  "Who knows?” She resisted the impulse to cover herself. Not that a fig leaf would be bad right about now. “You interrupted the scientific experiment."

  "A scientific experiment, is it?"

  Finally showing mercy, he flicked the flashlight's beam onto the toy. It had moisture glistening on it. Fabulous. Just fabulous.

  "And the experiment was successful?"

  "It was."

  He brought the light to her face, and she could see him better, as well. His hair was dark as a moonless midnight sky. His eyes, though, were a piercing, electric blue. He had tiny lines around his eyes from his quick smile. But there was no smile right now. In fact, his mouth was set in a firm line. She couldn't get a read on him. Trying to change the subject, she asked, “How did you get in here, Officer Kelley?"

  "I was on a routine patrol. Music coming from in here at this time of night is a bit unusual."

  "So you used your key?” For safety reasons, the local police and fire department had keys to every business along Widby's main road. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

  "No. Wasn't any need. The door was unlocked."

  Her shoulders sagged. “I checked...” She had checked to see that the closed sign was flipped in the right direction. She'd made sure the lights were out and the till was standing empty. She'd looked at everything but the lock. Good going, Sophie. Her sisters would never let her live this down. Not that they should, mind you.

  "I wasn't quite sure what I'd find,” the bobby said. “A robber looking for money, maybe. Or some hooligans causing trouble. Maybe a retired woman who was too shy to buy her...” He seemed to search for the right words. “Personal items from you during the day. But I didn't expect to find the proprietress in a state of dishabille."
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  Half naked, in other words. With her legs spread, her clit a tight bud of demand and juices still wet on the inside of her thighs. She wondered if he could smell the sharp scent of her arousal.

  "Well, as you've seen, everything seems to be in order,” she said. “It's comforting to know that the local authorities have everything under control. I'll sleep well tonight.” She smiled, a tight, fake curve of her lips. In fact, she just wanted him out of here. She wanted to get back to her masturbation. The bullet continued to emit little pulses in her hand, and the sight of Ryan, watching her so intently, made her even hornier.

  When he made no move towards the front door, she said, “I will make sure to lock up after you."

  "There are decency laws in Widby, Ms. Albin."

  She gasped in outrage. “This is private property."

  "This is a business,” he corrected, “with its door unlocked."

  "After closing time."

  "That's irrelevant."

  "What are you saying, Office Kelley? Are you threatening to bust me for lewd conduct? Or maybe indecent exposure?"

  "More like decent exposure.” He flicked the light's beam back to her pussy. “There's always disturbing the peace,” he said.

  "With the music?"

  "Wasn't talking about the music."

  "Then...?"

  "Disturbing my peace."

  Oh my heavens. Had his voice deepened another octave?

  "You've got me curious."

  She folded her arms across her chest, painfully aware of her vulnerability. She was naked from the waist down while he was very much an official-looking employee of the Crown.

  Despite the dimness, the brim of his official hat reflected light. A dark tie lay against a crisp, white cotton shirt. His trousers were tailored. And this bobby, unlike some in town who had allowed an easy life to go to their waistline, was still trim and athletic.

  She wished she hadn't wanted his body for ten years, ever since he'd moved back to town. He'd gone to the big city for training and he'd returned muscular and strong. This bobby had fuelled more than one late night fantasy.

  If this man didn't inspire dreams of handcuffs and bondage, she didn't know one who could. “Curious?” she asked, repeating his word. Was that really her voice that sounded so squeaky?

  "About your scientific experiment. Were you really less than thirty seconds away from a powerful orgasm?"

  "I guess I'll never know."

  "How does the personal item work?"

  Rather than die of embarrassment, which was a distinct possibility at this point in time, she went into teaching mode. Unfolding her arms, she again showed him the bullet. “It's called The Clit Rocket."

  He didn't say a word.

  "It's a pricy little gadget, but if it does what it says it will, we surely won't be able to keep them in stock. It has a remote control device with several different settings. Pulse is one,” she said.

  "That's the one you were using."

  "Yes. And the device also has a sliding bar that increases the speed and vibration."

  "Where is it?"

  She pointed at the box. Directing the flashlight's beam where she'd indicated, he reached for the control.

  "You'd use the different settings with different silicone sleeves. For example, as you pointed out, the pulse with the firecracker shaped attachment."

  He tried the various settings, and she felt the bullet in her palm, pulsing, then giving little shakes, then a powerful and loud vibration.

  Then he turned it off entirely.

  "Are you still wet, Ms. Albin?"

  Her bottom jaw nearly dislocated. “I beg your pardon?"

  "Your cunt,” he said. “Is it still wet?"

  Chapter Two

  "You were less than thirty seconds from a climax earlier,” he reminded her.

  "Is that going to be part of your citation?"

  "If you cooperate with law enforcement, there won't be a citation. I'll take good behaviour into account.” He leaned in a bit closer.

  Sophie inhaled his sexiness. His scent was an intoxicating blend of sex and power and spice and man, capped off with the crispness of an autumn evening.

  "Now,” he repeated, “is your pussy wet?"

  She absolutely couldn't believe this. Officer Ryan Kelley was standing in her back room, holding The Clit Rocket's remote control, looking at her nude nether region.

  Without waiting for her answer, he stroked his powerful fingers up the inside of her right thigh.

  She was losing it, becoming putty. For the first time, she truly understood what sensory overload was.

  "Ryan...” Testimony to how much she wanted this, wanted him, she spread her legs a little farther apart.

  "Does your clit ache?"

  "Yes.” Sophie was a modern woman. She taught classes about human sexuality, she encouraged women to ask for what they wanted and to be honest about it. Women should say no to things and situations that made them uncomfortable, she'd lecture. And they should shout yes to those things they desired, even if they were naughty. “Touch me,” she said.

  He placed the flashlight on a countertop. The light wasn't bright, but it was just enough.

  "You are wet."

  "Yes."

  He stroked his thumb across the distended little nub. She moaned.

  "Use the toy,” he said. “While I watch. Let's see how this scientific experiment turns out, shall we?"

  "The front door is locked, isn't it?"

  While he went to check, she turned the music back up. Not to eardrum splitting level, but enough to feel its seductive, electric beat. “I'd like to see you naked,” she told him.

  "Another time. When I'm out of uniform."

  "Spoilsport."

  Shocking her, her grabbed her around the waist and lifted her. He put her on the countertop.

  "Lay back,” he said.

  Her eyes widened with shock.

  "I want a good view of this scientific experiment."

  "Of my crotch, you mean."

  "That, too."

  She opened her legs and placed her feet flat on the counter so she could bend her knees.

  Ryan leaned in closer and licked her, leaving her even more moist from the whorl of her tightest hole to the curls of her pubic hair. Her rear lifted from the counter, seeking more.

  When she realised he wasn't going to do it again, she sighed in frustration and brought the bullet between her legs.

  "Let me help.” He parted her pussy lips.

  She placed the toy against her clitoris. “I need the remote,” she said. “Hand it to me?"

  He closed his palm around it. “I'll be in charge of that."

  So he wanted to be in charge of her orgasm, did he? Well, then. There were worse things, she supposed.

  She waited. And waited. Anticipation swirled through her insides, like a lazy snake, getting ready to uncoil. “Ryan.” She sounded almost pouty. “Stop being mean."

  Sophie felt it then, a tiny hint of motion. It wasn't anything to get excited about, more a tease of things to come.

  Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this, lying here, her legs completely splayed open while one of Widby's uniformed officers was preparing to get her off.

  Unbelievable.

  Unbelievable, and oh-so wanted. There was nothing like a man in uniform. Especially one as deliciously handsome as Ryan Kelley.

  He moved her hand aside and licked her clit again. The moment he moved her hand back, the toy made another little movement. “Uhmm."

  "You're getting wetter."

  "You think?” she asked.

  He laughed, a rich sound that made her tingle. If she'd had any idea this side of him existed, she would have been all over him years ago.

  Another pulse and she lifted her hips. The next one was stronger. The one immediately following it was stronger in intensity.

  She waited with anticipation, feeling herself spread wide by his fingers.

  He took her hand aside
again and then gave her private area a gentle slap.

  Her entire body convulsed. “Ryan!"

  "Give me the bullet."

  He already had the remote control device, and now he wanted her to turn over her entire orgasm to him? So much for masturbation.

  He took the toy from her nerveless fingers.

  She'd had a number of lovers, but no one this intense. Most men she knew were all about their own pleasure. Foreplay was a means to an end. But Ryan was totally different. He concentrated on her, and solely on her. And it was heady stuff.

  Ryan turned up the speed on the remote, and a strong sensation shot through her.

  "T-minus how long?” he asked.

  "What?"

  "Until your climax?"

  As if she could think.

  "Do you come quietly?"

  She moaned.

  "No,” he said, answering his own question. “I don't suppose you do."

  His first question needed no answer, either.

  "Ryan...” She lifted her hips, pressing herself against the toy. “I—” Tiny little whimpers began at the back of her throat.

  He gently plumped her clit, making it even more erect for the next shattering pulse.

  Digging her heels into the counter, she rose up. Her entire body arched. “I'm going to—"

  He claimed her mouth.

  The toy gave another powerful motion.

  He suckled on her tongue.

  She screamed. Screamed and writhed and thrashed. Nothing pretty, just raw, satisfied female power.

  Thankfully, Ryan thumbed off the remote.

  After long seconds, her breathing returned to normal. Her pussy, though, continued to throb. When he finally ended the kiss—if that's what it could be called—she slowly opened her eyes. With a self-satisfied smile, he filled her vision. She shouldn't stoke his ego. But she couldn't help herself. “Oh. My. God."

  With slow motions, he moved his hand from between her legs. “Next time, Ms. Albin, you might want to lock the door at night."

  She should be self-conscious. After all, the law was looking at her wet, swollen private parts. But what she really wanted was to do it again. “Perhaps you'll want to make sure I'm not so remiss in future."

  "Just so,” he said. He tipped his very proper cap her direction on his way out the door.