by Alisa Easton
Naughty New Year
An Erotic Short Story
By Alisa Easton
Copyright © 2013 Alisa Easton
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1
The flames of the fire licked at the wood, crackling and popping every once in a while as it burned. Michelle snuggled closer to Evan as she watched the mesmerizing dance of flames. Outside the snow was still falling but she wasn’t worried about getting back to her parents’ house. Her parents may not have been thrilled about the idea of her spending so much of her holiday break with Evan but ever since they’d met on Christmas, they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. She’d managed to sneak away to spend at least an hour or two in his arms the three days since Christmas and those three days had been the most erotic and sexually satisfying of her entire life.
She couldn’t even remember why she’d been so reluctant to board the plane in Chicago and come back to Pennsylvania to spend time with her family for the holidays. At the time, she had felt as though her entire life was falling apart. Now she felt the stirring of new beginning. This time of year held a truly magical charm about it. The beginning of a new calendar held the promise of a fresh start in life. She was certain now that Evan could be a part of that. They had been drawn to each other at a point in life when they both needed someone to fill a void. Not only did he have a way about him in the bedroom but it turned out that he was very easy to talk to as well. She couldn’t find a single thing about him that she didn’t like.
It sure didn’t hurt that he was drop-dead gorgeous either. Every time she looked into his dark, lusty eyes, her heart melted and she felt the warm tremors all over her body. She’d never get enough of running her hands over his rippled chest. He was perfect in every way, all man, all confidence, and all sex. She wanted to consume every part of him.
They relaxed together with his hand draped casually over her shoulder holding her to his side as she snuggled into him. Her dark curls were tucked behind her head in a loose ponytail and they had a fleece comforter draped over their naked bodies as they sat on the couch enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. They’d already had sex twice since she’d walked in his front door and she doubted they were finished yet. As the snow continued to fall, making the roads outside dangerous for passing cars, the hope lingered that she’d have a plausible excuse for spending the night. Even as an adult, she still felt a little funny about making her activities with men obvious to her parents. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that her parents didn’t know what was going on behind closed doors but that didn’t mean she had to rub it in their faces either.
She’d mistakenly assumed at first that her parents would look at Evan as a good thing. After all, they’d been suggesting she move home from Chicago ever since things went south with her soon-to-be ex-husband. Evan would give her reason to move. As it turned out, however, her parents weren’t so quick to warm up to Evan. Part of that may have been the family upset that she’d caused when she’d basically stolen Evan right out from under her cousin Maxine’s nose on Christmas Day, but she supposed mostly it was the fact that they were still coming to terms with the fact that she and Steve were no longer a couple. Michelle may be ready to move on with her life but her parents were not. It was going to take some convincing before they were ready to accept that Evan may be the new man in her life.
If that was in fact what he was. Even though they’d been spending so much time together and she was deliriously happy, she was still resistant to trusting again so soon. Evan clearly liked having sex with her but they had yet to go on a regular date. Perhaps she was nothing more than a good time before she disappeared back to Chicago? He’d never brought up her return ticket so she didn’t have much reason to think he cared about the fact that she wasn’t sticking around forever. Then again, she reasoned, maybe a few days of pure sexual, no-strings, fun was exactly what the doctor ordered. She shouldn’t assume that every man that wanted to get into her pants planned to stick around but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the ride while it lasted.
“Are you hungry?” Evan said kissing the top of Michelle’s head.
“A little,” she said. She almost suggested that they go out for dinner but the snow would make that an unlikely option. Besides, they were both in need of a shower and getting dressed. She was reluctant to cover up that god-like body of his with clothes again anytime too soon. She felt a stirring between her legs just at the thought of the naked man that lay beneath the comforter.
“I think I have a couple of frozen pizzas. I could throw one in the oven if that’s okay with you?”
“Yeah, sure.” She suppressed the disappointment that he didn’t at least express a desire to take her out somewhere.
She watched as he got up and stepped into a pair of black silk boxers that had been tossed onto the floor during their initial romp. He disappeared into the kitchen humming a tune and she could hear him turning on the oven and rummaging for plates and things. She looked around the floor trying to locate her own panties and clothes but couldn’t immediately locate them. She’d been in such a hurry to lose them that she hadn’t paid much attention to where they’d landed.
She slipped off the couch and crawled across the floor until she finally found her pink satin panties where they barely stuck out from underneath the love seat. Just as she reached for them she heard a whistle behind her. She turned around to find Evan with a bottle of wine in one hand and two long stem glasses in the other hand watching her. Her back end was in full view as she’d rummaged across the floor on all fours.
“Well, if that isn’t a sight,” he said.
If it had been anyone else, she’d have quickly covered herself but with Evan, she didn’t feel self conscious. She maintained her position on all fours with the pair of panties in her hand and smiled at him over her shoulder. Then, just for good measure, she wiggled her behind a couple of times. He laughed but the boxers did little to hide the fact that he liked what he saw.
He stepped forward and put the wine and the glasses on the coffee table. She started to sit upright but he put a hand on her back to stop her.
“Oh no,” he said, “I like this view.”
Michelle could feel the warmth growing behind her legs with the way that Evan looked at her. She’d never felt comfortable being the center of attention but when it came to him, she didn’t want to be anything else. He slipped the boxers off and dropped to his knees beside her.
“You won’t be needing those,” he said taking the panties out of her hands.
“What about the pizza?”
“We have at least fifteen minutes until it’s done cooking. I think I have a pretty good idea what we can do with our time.”
“Whatever do you mean?” she said bending the upper half of her body lower to the floor so that her backside was better presented to him.
He stroked her behind in appreciation, moving slowly over the curves so that he didn’t miss a single inch of her skin. Her entire body tingled in response.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he said as he forced her legs apart a little more opening her sex to him. She steadied herself as she waited for him to move into position and claim what she wanted so much to give him. When he didn’t move right away, she looked back over her shoulder.
“Something is missing,” he said as though he read the question in her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
He jumped to his feet and disappeared to the bedroom while she maintained her position on all fours in eager anticipation. He returned and warned her not to move a muscle. She froze at the tone in his voice. There was something primal about it that made her insides turn to liquid. She didn’t think she could be any wetter. The space between he
r legs ached for his attention.
“Give me your hands,” he said as he returned to the living room.
This time she did sit up and she looked at him puzzled. He was holding a silk scarf in his hand. What exactly did he intend to do with that? Surely, he didn’t mean to tie her hands with it?
“Give me your hands,” he repeated almost breathless with the anticipation of having her.
Her voice shook when she spoke.
“Evan, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She looked at the black silk scarf again and then back at the look in his eyes. That look had the power to convince her to do just about anything but she wasn’t sure she was ready to cross that line just yet. She’d never gotten into the kinkier side of sex and she wasn’t sure she wanted to try.
“Trust me.”
“I’ve never … done that.”
“It’s okay. Trust me.”
Without second guessing, she put out her wrists for him and he took them eagerly, moving her hands behind her back as she sat on her knees and tying them with quick expertise. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as she submitted. The eagerness between her legs become overwhelming.
He securely fastened her wrists and then stroked her arms, moving slowly up and down the length of them, sending waves of pleasure through to her core. He guided her up to her feet and led her to the arm of the couch.
“I can’t hold back,” he said as he pushed her to bend forward over the arm so that it gave her just enough support that she wouldn’t fall over but presented her behind to him yet again. He used his foot to push her legs into a wide stance and without warning, pressed his full length into her.
Without her arms, she couldn’t steady herself against the couch. She held her stance the best that she could but the control was entirely in Evan’s hands. He kept his hands on her hips as he continued to pleasure her. With each thrust, she almost forgot her own name. The other times they’d been together, he’d held back but now he gave her all of him and she wasn’t sure that she could take it. She moaned with her face pressed into the couch and silently begged him to give her more.
Evan groaned and made several guttural noises as he had his way with her. It almost seemed as if he’d become possessed and overcome with the simple need to be inside her. She knew that she wouldn’t stop him now even if she’d wanted to and she definitely did not.
She felt her body tighten in response to his thrusts. He’d slowed down just enough so that she could feel his full length slide into her and then he smacked her backside. She yelped in response, more out of the sheer unexpectedness of it than out of pain but the place where he’d hit her stung slightly. Before she could catch her breath, he’d slapped her again.
“Evan…” She was torn between the desire that claimed her core and the fear that he would hurt her.
He quickened his pace again and she could feel him getting close to his own orgasm just as she was certain that she would be pushed over the edge as well. She braced herself and opened her legs wider trying to take more of him if that were even possible.
The orgasm took her fast and made her entire body seize in pleasure. Evan followed her over the edge and they slumped against the edge of the couch. Evan moaned into her back.
Once the moment had passed, the first hints of discomfort started to take over her body.
“Evan, untie me please,” she whispered. He slipped out of her and helped her to her feet, kissed her shoulders, and slid his hands down the length of her arms before he untied her wrists and spun her around to face him so that he could place his lips on hers. She melted into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.
“The pizza…”
“Shit,” Evan said pulling away from her and making a beeline for the kitchen, “I forgot all about it.”
With Evan out of the room, Michelle sat down on the edge of the couch and rubbed her wrists. They were only a little sore but she still wasn’t sure how she felt about what had happened. She’d never done anything like that before and although she’d had an amazing orgasm, now she just felt a little odd about the whole thing. She reached for the comforter and wrapped it around her naked body.
Evan came back wearing nothing but a potholder on both hands and carrying a pizza pan with a pizza that looked a little too crispy. She stifled a giggle. She did like the fact that she had the ability to completely distract him.
“Well,” he said standing with one hand on his hip. It was difficult not to look between his legs, “It’s a little well done but dinner is served.”
She giggled and reached over to pick up one of the plates, put a slice of pizza on it and handed it to him. Then she repeated the process for herself. Evan opened the bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of them. He sat down beside her and she offered him some of the blanket to cover himself which he took gratefully. Despite the cozy fire to take the chill off the evening, it was still a bit too cold to be walking around the house wearing nothing at all.
They ate in silence for several minutes. Michelle hadn’t realized how hungry she really was. Being with Evan really worked up her appetite. She took a second slice and offered another to him which he took with a smile. She sipped her wine.
“This is nice,” he said breaking the silence.
“I should probably try the roads,” Michelle said.
“I thought we agreed it’s too bad out there. It’s still snowing. You should stay here tonight. Did you change your mind?”
“No, it’s just that…”
“Well, if you want to go home, I’m not going to let you take your chances on the roads. I’ll drive you.”
“That’s okay, really, Evan.”
“I insist, Michelle. I’d rather you stay here but if you really want to leave, I want to make sure you get back safely.”
“Evan…”
“I’m sorry,” he said interrupting her.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
“Yes I do. I shouldn’t have made you do something you weren’t comfortable doing.”
“It’s okay, Evan.”
“No, it’s not. I’ve upset you and I didn’t mean to. I just thought…”
“I’m not upset.”
She put down her empty plate and angled her body toward him. She hated to see the hurt in his eyes thinking that he had somehow let her down when that wasn’t the case at all. She put her hand out and smoothed away the hair from his eyes. Then she took his empty plate and set it on top of her own on the table.
When she turned back to him, he pressed his mouth against hers and held the kiss. His hand brushed against her breast as he readjusted the blanket around them so that their bodies could press together. Evan leaned back against the couch as the kiss intensified and pulled her along with him so that her chest was flat against his and his hands massaged the length of her back. The crackle of the flames was the only sound apart from their breathing which grew heavy as they continued to kiss and explore each other. She could hardly believe that her body still craved him so desperately after being satisfied several times already. She was starting to think that she could never get enough of him. She pulled herself into his lap with her legs straddled over him. He was ready for her again and she intended to have him.
“Stay with me,” he whispered into her hair as she eased herself over him and bent forward. He gasped.
“Yes,” she said breathless and already reveling in the sensations that he ignited inside her.
With every moment that she spent with him, she risked her heart. She was well aware of this fact but when it came to Evan, she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
Chapter 2
After a shower and dressing in the jeans and sweater that she’d worn over to Evan’s house the previous day, Michelle fished out her phone from her purse to check messages. She’d let her parents know that she wouldn’t be coming home and they could reach her at Evan’s number if they needed her so she really didn’t expect to find any mis
sed calls. She was surprised to find that she had three text messages all from the same number. Her heart stopped when she saw the sender.
Steve. Why on earth would he be messaging her now? Was there a problem with the divorce papers?
She heard the sound of the water turn on as Evan started his own shower so she took a deep breath and sat down before opening the messages. She relaxed on the couch where she and Evan had had sex more than once just the previous night and sighed. The night with him had been nothing short of amazing and she was glad that in the end, she had decided to stay. Not only were the roads bound to have been a mess but sleeping in his arms had been magical, what little time they’d actually spent sleeping.
The first message told her that Steve needed to talk to her and it was urgent so please call him. She sighed. It was just like Steve to say something like that without any detail as to what he wanted to discuss. She tried to calm her pounding heart and opened the second message. It said almost the same thing giving no knew information. She opened the third message but this one made her groan out loud.
“What’s wrong?”
She turned around surprised to find Evan standing in the doorway with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh from the shower, and still dotted with drops of water. He looked absolutely delicious and under any other circumstances, she’d have been tempted to take advantage of him in such a vulnerable state.
“He’s on his way to my parents’ house,” she mumbled quietly, still in shock after reading the message.
“What? Who?”
“My ex-husband.”
“Why?” Now Evan’s face looked almost as pale as she felt.
“I don’t know. He said he needed to talk to me and apparently, it couldn’t wait. He took the next flight out of Chicago and should arrive sometime this afternoon.”
“What are you going to do?”
What could she do, she wondered? She shrugged her shoulders. It was too late to tell him not to come and she doubted it would have done much good anyway. Like it or not, she was going to have to face him.
