“Well, how about I go grab us a nice bottle of wine from the back for dinner? Do you like red?” Ryker asks and I nod. I don’t really know the first thing about wine, but I don’t care.
I watch him walk down the hall for a second before I remember to take Zoomer in the other room. I place him gently down on the sofa and glance around the walls. My eyes are drawn to the massive bookcase covering an entire wall of the generous room. Every shelf is completely chock-full of books in a rainbow of colors and sizes. I walk over, curious to see what he reads. As I step up beside the bookshelf, I notice a notebook on the top, flipped open to a page of cursive writing. A pang of guilt slices through me before peering down at the words.
The heat that bloomed over my cheeks earlier comes back, but this time it billows out over my entire body. The writing is of a steamy sex scene. Two men sharing a woman at the same time, both of them filling her, front and back, as she clenches with pleasure against their cocks. My breathing grows shallow and quick as I bite my lip and read the naughty words. Somehow, they seem familiar. I can’t quite place it, but the tone, the way it’s written, it’s like I’ve seen it before.
I flip back a couple pages and come across another sexy story. This one is about a rock star and a woman he knew from high school. I read this story! I LOVED this story! It was written by my favorite sexy blogger, but…
“Find something interesting?”
I jump half a foot as Ryker interrupts my snooping. He’s standing at the end of the room, a bottle of wine in his hand and a smile on his lips.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I babble. “I know I shouldn’t have looked. I was just curious, but that’s no excuse.” The words flow from my mouth like a stream of water in a brook.
“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugs. “Like what you read?” The twinkle dancing in his eyes tells me he isn’t angry, but rather amused.
“I’ve read your work before,” I confess, trying so hard not to fangirl all over this moment. “I mean, I’ve read it all. I had no idea you were Hunter Grey. You’re so talented and I love all your work. It’s incredible.” I can’t seem to stop the words from pouring out of me. So much for not fan-girling!
“Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag about what I do for a living.” He laughs and leads me back into the open kitchen and dining room. “How about you tell me what you do? Or should I guess?” He stops at the counter and holds me steady in his gaze, like he’s figuring me out.
“Sure, what do you think I do?” I smile, knowing there’s no way he’ll ever guess in a million years.
“You’re a baker, right?”
“What?” I shake my head with confusion. “No, why would you think that?”
“Oh, I guess I just thought because…” He doesn’t finish the words, but I know why. Because he thinks I’m fat. Of course I must work with food, right? I try not to show the pain on my face, but I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions. They’re always just under the surface, ready to bubble up.
“I, um, maybe I should go,” I whisper, the crushing weight of disappointment breaking over me like a tidal wave.
“What? No, don’t go. I didn’t mean it like that. Are you kidding me?” Ryker plunks the bottle of wine down on the counter and walks over to me, grabbing my hands. “If you think for one second that I said that because of how you look, you’re one hundred percent wrong.” He holds my gaze, imploring me to believe him.
“Then why did you guess a baker?” I squint my eyes and force myself to look at him. This is a new me. A stronger me. And I won’t let anyone tear me down or make me feel bad about myself anymore.
Ryker’s face turns red as he peers down at his feet sheepishly. Aha! Caught him in his lie. I figured. Damn, and I thought he was different too.
“The real reason?”
“Yeah, I’d prefer that one,” I answer dryly.
“Well, the other night when you were playing your music, I kinda went over to your place to tell you to keep it down.”
“You did?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I was feeling shitty because I’ve been suffering from writer’s block for so long, and anyway, I was being a dick. So, I planned to tell you to turn down the volume, but then I saw you through your window. You were icing cupcakes and dancing around in your panties, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, I sound like a creep right now.” He runs his hand over his neck.
“No, you don’t,” I breathe the words. Maybe I should be creeped out that he watched me dance. But the way he just said that, the way he confessed how sexy he found me, that was genuine.
“Anyway, that’s why I guessed baker,” he continues, watching me closely. “Not for any other reason you thought. And your sexy-as-fuck dance helped me. I went home that night and started writing for the first time in forever. I mean, I couldn’t stop.”
“Really?” A tremble of longing licks my spine at the heat coming off his body.
Ryker moves in closer to me and wraps his arms around me. I don’t move. I don’t flinch. I don’t even blink. I want to capture this moment in my mind forever. I never want to forget a single detail.
“Really,” he answers. “You know, it doesn’t even matter what you do for a living…”
“I’m an accountant,” I finally tell him.
“Well, that might be your day job, but to me, you’re my muse,” he murmurs.
My heart flutters wildly as I watch him hover over me. My eyes slide shut and his lips cover mine in a soft, but frantic kiss. His tongue flickers mine, like he’s trying to devour me. Like he can’t hold back any longer. And the truth is, I don’t want him to.
Chapter 6 - Annabelle
His fingers tangle in my hair as our kiss deepens. There’s no space between us. Every tight muscle on his frame is pressed into me, tempting me. Especially the one between his legs.
Damn.
Ryker’s hands fall free from my hair and push my dress straps down over my shoulders with desperate urgency. Before I have any time to think about it, my dress is half off, hanging around my waist, and my bra slides free from my body. He soaks me in like he’s studying me for an exam. I’m overwhelmed by how exposed I am. I’m not used to being looked at like this. Hell, I’m not used to being looked at, period. I haven’t been with anyone since my ex, and even then, we always used to do it in the dark.
I slide down to my knees under his gaze and fumble with his belt buckle until I manage to get it open. His jeans open easily enough and Ryker helps me by pushing them and his underwear down until his cock is fully free and swaying slightly in front of my face.
Wow.
I’m pretty sure there’s no way that will all fit in my mouth. My eyes grow wide as I take in every throbbing, veiny inch of what must be a ten-inch cock. It resembles one of the toys I use when I read his stories. Heat flushes over me as I wonder, for the first time, if he’ll write about this one day. Well, if he is, I better give him something to write about.
I grab his hips and bring him into me, breathing in his manly musk as his cock presses closer. I grab my generous tits and surround his cock with them, leaving the top inch exposed. Ryker slides his cock up between my tits as I lean over and take the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it teasingly. He groans and involuntarily jerks his hips forward as he fucks the soft skin between my breasts, thrusting more of his shaft in past my lips.
As my spit slides down the edges of his thick cock, it slips between my tits easier, until there’s no friction holding back his thrusts. More of his length slides into my mouth and I suck on him hard as I hold my tits around his girth. Ryker groans and wraps his hand in my hair. I’m pretty sure he’s going to cum and I prepare myself to swallow his load, but instead, he tugs me back to my feet and snarls like a feral man about to lose control. Wild need flashes in his eyes as he walks me backward until my ass hits up against his dining room table, stopping me short.
“Lie back,” he demands.
I obey. I lie on his
table and he thrusts his hand up under my dress, his fingers quickly finding their way inside my panties as he leans over me.
“I think you wanted me to cum in your mouth, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes.” My eyelashes flutter closed as he flattens the heel of his hand against my clit and thrusts his fingers inside me hard. I’m so wet, they slide inside easily, but fill me fuller than I’m used to.
“Well, there’s no way I’m going to cum until I’ve fucked your sweet little pussy, Annabelle,” he growls. “Now open your eyes. I want to watch you when I make you cum,” he orders me.
I snap my eyes open and stare straight at him, eager to do as he says. His palm rubs against me like he’s trying to convince a Genie to come out of a lamp while his fingers fuck me hard.
The sensation is overwhelming and I struggle to keep my eyes open as the pleasure begins to build up inside me.
“That’s a good girl. Cum on my fingers, Annabelle. I want to taste your juices,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers deep inside.
“Oh God!” I yell as a tremble of ecstasy runs through my body, overcoming my limbs and making my legs limp. It’s a good thing I’m not standing up because I know I would collapse if I were. Ryker never takes his eyes off mine, owning this moment. Owning my bliss.
“That’s my girl,” he rasps, pleased. He pulls his fingers out and licks them slowly, still watching me, keeping me prisoner in his stare.
I whimper. I want more. More of him. More of this. It feels greedy, but I can’t help it. Luckily, Ryker has the same thing in mind. He rips my panties free from my legs and tosses the bottom of my dress up, grabbing my ankles tight and spreading my legs up into a V. Grabbing his cock by the base, he takes me deep, his thick shaft filling me, stretching me, claiming me as his and his alone.
I roll my head back on the table and get lost in the pleasure overtaking my body as he fucks me hard and fast. His balls slap against my asshole as he fills me over and over, holding my legs as wide as I can open them. I’m under his control, and I love it.
Ryker’s face contorts as he fucks me mercilessly. His breathing is jagged and his grip on my ankles grows tighter. “Ah fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?”
“My tits.” I can barely breathe the words.
Ryker pulls out and grabs my hips, yanking me down to the edge of the table until I slip over the side and back down onto my knees in front of him. He jerks his pulsing cock over my tits and spurts of his white, warm cum streak over my skin like an artist flinging paint over a canvas. He growls with pleasure as his orgasm takes control of him and I smear his seed into my tits.
Ryker stands over me, breathing heavy as he holds out a hand to help me up. I swipe a finger over my tits, coating it with his cum, and slide it in over my tongue. I can see a flash in his eyes as I moan on my fingers and savor his unique taste.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He helps me back up from the floor and kisses me hard.
I don’t know what to say. I’m still not used to hearing that, but I can certainly get used to it. “Thank you.” I look up at him from under my lashes.
“No, thank you.” He kisses me again, quickly, sweetly. “My beautiful muse.”
THE END
11
Backstage Pass
Chapter 1
“I can’t believe we got VIP backstage passes!” Laurel declared for probably the twentieth time, more to herself than me. “How fucking lucky can we get?”
“We better get luckier than that. I heard the after-parties are insane with all the girls. Can you help me figure out what to wear? I’m going to have some crazy competition and I’m not leaving that party until I can call myself a groupie.”
Laurel and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. We were those joined-at-the-hip friends who were often mistaken for sisters growing up. We went from training to push-up bras and from slumber parties to sneaking out over the course of our childhood together.
When I left for school I had been a mousy, shy girl who had only ever had one real boyfriend, James, my high school sweetheart. I had spent most of my teen years giving the poor guy blue balls before I finally decided he was the love of my life. We had both had enough of the teasing, so on a whim, I decided to lose my virginity to him when my parents left me home alone while they went away for the weekend.
Laurel had been the first person I called to tell her every explicit detail about the unremarkable sex. She was also the one who was there for me when James broke my young heart and left me for Janeese. Not Janice. No. As she scolded anyone who tried to brand her with such a plain name, it was Jan-eeeeeese.
When we were accepted into different colleges we were devastated, knowing it was the end of an era. We tried to keep in touch, but college life has a way of enveloping you, and over the four years we just became too involved in our new lives.
When I graduated I decided to move back to my hometown and my mother mentioned that she had run into Laurel recently at the mall. Apparently she had moved back as well and was hoping we could go out for drinks and catch up sometime.
I had been nervous about hanging out with her again. I was no longer the innocent, modestly dressed girl she had grown up with. I had learned more lessons in college dorm rooms and at crazy campus parties than I ever did in any lecture hall. Once I had unleashed my burning sexual desires I had no intention of ever going back to the repressed little angel I had wasted my teens being. I literally jumped on every opportunity to explore new sexual adventures whenever I could.
Luckily, Laurel had spent her time in college doing similar “research,” although she had refined her tastes to the older and more sophisticated perversions of her professors and their assistants. It only took us downing two drinks before we were spilling all our juicy tales of steamy, illicit sex, or our sex-capades as we drunkenly decided they should be named. They were too hot to go without a proper title. It was amazing that after so many years apart we were still on the same wavelength even though we had both changed so much.
We celebrated the second chapter of our reignited friendship by doing shots and ending our night by picking up a couple brawny college guys at the bar. We brought the sophomores back to her place for a night of frenzied fucking on her living room floor...and couch...and coffee table. I woke up the next morning with a pounding head, a sore pussy, and the reassurance that she was still my best friend who I could share everything with.
I now stood in the bedroom of Laurel’s new apartment, eyeing my lingerie in the mirror. My tits looked like they were going to burst out of my expensive, Italian-made bra. I’d spent the same amount on nice jeans as I dropped on this lacey bra, but the price tag didn’t really bother me too much since I knew I would be showing it off later that night. My silky stockings were perfectly clipped to my garter belt, making it look like I was wearing a very naughty miniskirt. I could see my smooth, freshly waxed labia and large ass, perfectly peeping out from under the black lace.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wear any panties, Dee? It’s not like they’re hard to slip off once you get backstage. I mean, what if your skirt blows up or something?”
“That’s part of the excitement. Will you stop worrying and help me pick out something?”
I was still arching my hips to accentuate my bubble butt so I could admire the round curve in the full-length mirror. “You wear what you want under your dress. Don’t worry about me.”
Laurel shrugged and pulled a sheer, peach babydoll from her closet and handed it to me. “This is the one,” she insisted. “You’ll practically look naked, and no one can compete with that,” she added, running her eyes down my half naked body.
I smiled knowingly at her. I’d seen that hungry look in her eyes before. Ever since the night we reunited we had delved into more than a few intimate evenings of shamelessly devouring each other’s pussies.
“Save it for the party. We don’t want to mess up our hair...”
Laurel bit her crimson lip a
nd slowly nodded in agreement, never taking her eyes off my body. I plucked the dress from her hand and slipped it on. She was right. The color was almost a perfect match for my skin and the thin fabric clung to every inch of me.
“Wow, Dee, you’re fucking hot. Are you sure we can’t take a little time to...?” She pulled me toward her, cupping my cheek in her hand.
My pussy got wet and clenched as I breathed in her natural perfume. “I guess it doesn’t matter if we show up a little late,” I mumbled, slowly kissing the nape of her neck, pushing her long blond hair to the side, leaving a trail of shimmering pink lipstick as I nibbled on her earlobe.
Laurel moaned softly as she gently pushed me back against the wall and slid down onto her knees in front of me.
“You were right about the panties,” she teased as she seductively pulled the hem of my dress up and tucked it into my garter.
I opened my legs, eagerly anticipating her touch, and she wasted no time, sliding her tongue slowly across my lips. I leaned back into the wall and closed my eyes, savoring the shivers of pleasure running through my body.
Laurel paused for a moment, peering up at me with her large green eyes, which looked even sultrier with her smoky eyeshadow. “I love how you taste,” she purred.
Without hesitation she probed my entrance with her skillful tongue and quickly began suckling my swollen clit. My pulse quickened. I groaned loudly, unable to contain myself as she lapped me up. Laurel buried her slender fingers in my soaking folds and became slick with my juices as I bucked up and down in rhythm with her soft hand.
I watched her face immersed between my thighs just as she caressed her finger across my tight anus. She gently pulled my clit into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it. My body exploded with white lightning and I furiously rode her hand like I was breaking in a wild stallion.
I pushed her head to the side as I felt the aftershocks slowly subside, my thighs still quivering from the force of my orgasm. Breathing in deeply, I realized I had been holding my breath and felt a head rush as my heart rate returned to normal.
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