I slump back in my chair, somehow feeling better expressing all this pent-up desire in words. When the idea first flickers through my mind, I almost gasp.
Should I? What would she say? What would she think?
As my mind questions what will happen, my fingers open my email and attach the story. I type in her address and hold my breath. If I send this to her, there’s no turning back. It’s very clear it’s about her. About us.
I hover my finger over the mouse and imagine the worst thing that could happen, and then the best.
Click.
Best wins every time.
A whistle blows over the loudspeaker and makes me jump in my seat. I turn and listen to the announcement.
“Thank you for your patience. The crew have determined that there is no fire or smoke on board. Guests are now free to continue with their activities.”
I stand up and stretch, I wonder if she’s read the story yet. I wonder what she thinks of it.
There’s only one way to find out. Before I let myself overanalyze it to death, I head out of my cabin and down the hall.
* * *
Chapter 5 - Ally
I’m breathing hard and my whole body is engulfed in heat. I don’t need some nosy stranger to tell me that they think I’m having a stroke. After reading that sex scene between me and Gabriel, I might seriously have one.
I heard the all clear as I started reading his story, but there was no way I was peeling myself off the seat at that point. Stop reading a hot erotica story by my favorite romance writer, about us? Not gonna happen. Damn, even if they would’ve announced that the ship was going down, Titanic style, I would’ve needed to finish reading first.
I take off my glasses and close my eyes, remembering his words. My pussy clenches as I think about that smoking hot scene I just read. I think it might be time to dig Bob out of my luggage. Gabriel’s words alone practically made me cum.
I make my way over to my suitcase and start unzipping it. Normally I’d say a hot story and a good vibrator are all a girl needs. However, after reading that story, I don’t know if I’ll ever be satisfied with anything less than his touch now.
Of course, you don’t know if you don’t try. I lift my favorite vibrator in my hand.
Thud, thud, thud!
The knock at the door startles me and I drop Bob back into my luggage. I quickly answer the door and freeze in place when I see him on the other side.
That look in his eyes tells me more than words ever could. He wants me just as bad as I want him.
“Come in,” I stand back and let him pass through the door frame into my room.
“I, uh,” he darts his eyes over to my computer. He looks nervous. “I was wondering if you got my email.”
“I did,” I step closer, looking up at him from under my eyelashes.
Gabriel wraps his arms around me and looks down at my lips. This time, he doesn’t waste any time kissing me. His lips cover mine in a sweet, tantalizing kiss that makes my ears buzz and my head spin.
That was every bit as amazing as I imagined it could be.
“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever read,” I tell him honestly, my voice is thick with desire. “There’s only one part that I didn’t think sounded like me,” I grind my hips against him.
“Oh, what was that,” he smiles down at me.
“Me grinding and dancing on you out on the dance floor. I’m more private than that,” I flip around in his arms and rub my ass against his hardening cock. “If I was going to do that, I’d tease you like this instead,” I twist against him and he grabs me by the arms, pulling me tight to his frame.
“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He growls in my ear. He doesn’t wait for me to answer, he leads me over to my bedside and sits on the edge. “Pull your dress up,” he demands.
I bite my lip and feel my nipples turn to diamonds. I can’t believe how wet he’s making me without laying a single hand on me. I slowly tug my dress up from my ankles, dragging the fabric up over my knees and then my thighs, until I have it balled up around my waist.
Lie over my knee and look down at the floor,” his voice is steady and stern. A chill runs down my spine as I obey. I slide over his legs, enjoying feeling his hard cock press into me. I squirm against him, teasing him.
Smack!
My eyes widen at the unexpected sharp snap of his hard palm against my soft ass.
“That’s for being a bad girl and wiggling around. I told you to look at the floor, now stay still and do as you’re told,” his voice is gravelly and rough.
I can feel my sex grow slick with desire while I do as he instructs. I always wondered if it would feel silly to lie over a man’s lap and have my ass spanked like Gabriel has described in many sex scenes.
It doesn’t.
It’s the furthest thing from silly.
It’s fucking hot.
Gabriel’s fingers slide up under the edge of my underwear and I shiver with anticipation as he slowly pulls them over my ass. He rubs his hand over my flesh, as if he’s admiring each cheek, then slides his fingers over my round ass and down between my thighs. He softly caresses my pussy and parts my lips with his fingertip.
“You’re very wet,” he muses. “Does this turn you on?”
I nod. “I was turned on when I read it, this is driving me crazy,” I confess quietly.
Smack!
Another firm slap to my ass, this time harder than the last. “A simple yes or no will do, Ally,” he rubs his hand over my plump cheek, still stinging from his punishment.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Good girl. Now do you know why I’m going to spank you, Ally?”
“Yes, for teasing you,” I answer.
Smack! Smack!
His broad hand claps against my ass without restraint. “I told you it’s yes or no.”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I can almost hear the smile in his voice. Of course, I can’t see it, I’m looking at the floor like he told me to.
Gabriel’s hand rains down against my ass, his spanking is swift and hard. I try not to squirm away from the burning sensation spreading over my skin. I try not squirm from the equally overwhelming sensation blooming between my thighs.
He finally stops and helps me off of his lap. I slide to my knees in front him, resting back on my haunches and my bottom burns from where he spanked me.
Gabriel helps me undo his pants and free his cock in front of my mouth. It’s every bit as thick and long as I imagined. I take him in my mouth eagerly, watching his face as I suck his dick.
He closes his eyes and groans as he rests his hand on my head, guiding me to take more of him in my mouth. My eyes water and I try not to gag on his fat cock as I take him as far into my throat as I can.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, looking down at me, “especially with my cock between your lips.” He grunts and thrusts his dick deeper into my mouth before pulling out completely.
“Get up,” he stands up and pulls me to my feet. I’m only too happy to do what he wants. I’ve never been this turned on before. I feel like a raw nerve, like if he even breathes on me I might cum.
He takes off his glasses and lays them on the nightstand beside the bed then reaches into his pants and pulls out his wallet, “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Grabbing a condom.”
“I’m covered, we don’t need one.” I know I sound desperate, but I don’t care, “I need to feel your cum inside me Gabriel, please cum inside me.” I beg.
Gabriel doesn’t answer with words, instead he guides me to the edge of the bed and bends me over the side. I expect to feel his cock thrust into me, but am surprised when he slides down to his knees behind me.
I gasp as I feel his tongue delve into my pussy and lap up my juices. He slides his tongue from my clit all the way back to my asshole and twirls it around there for a moment, giving me an intense sensation that makes me completely freeze. Then he goes back to my clit, burying his fac
e between my ass cheeks, I can feel his nose pressed up against my asshole as he licks and sucks my clit relentlessly. I grab the comforter on the bed and twist it in my hands as his expert tongue drives me to the edge. I knew I couldn’t last long. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, rolling me around under its mighty force so I don’t even know which way is up or down.
I pant raggedly against the bedspread with my ass still hovering up in the air as my senses begin to return. “Holy fuck,” I manage to sputter.
“That was nothing,” Gabriel muses. He stands behind me and grips my hips in his hands. I feel him line his cock up to my entrance and thrust inside me forcefully. I moan against the bed as my pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. I’ve never felt this full before. It’s amazing.
“Fuck you’re tight. I love how my good girl has a tight little pussy,” he holds me tight and fucks me hard. I can feel my ass jiggle against him as he pumps his cock deep into my core. The sting of my earlier spanking has cooled, but I can still feel where he left his marks on my skin.
I love it.
I love being marked by him. Owned by him. Fucked by him.
He spread my ass cheeks and thrusts into me deeper still, I look over my shoulder and see him watching his cock slide inside me. My pussy clenches down as another orgasm rips through me, my muscles bear down and I growl with uncontrolled and feral pleasure.
Gabriel grabs my hips again and fucks me faster, I can feel his leg muscles tense up as his fingers dig into my flesh. His cum fills me up in spurts until my pussy is dripping with his seed.
Gabriel pulls out of me and I fall forward onto my bed. He quickly joins me on the mattress and we tangle up in each other’s half naked bodies and try to get our heartbeats and breathing back under control.
“That was incredible,” I finally find my voice.
“Mmmm,” he kisses my forehead, “you’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” I nuzzle up to him, “you’re not too shabby yourself,” I tease. “I’m going to have to kick you out soon though,” I twist my head and look up at him.
“Kick me out? Why?” I can see the confusion in his eyes.
“Because if that’s how my beta reading is going to go from now on, I’m gonna need you to go write some more stories,” I laugh.
“Oh, there’s plenty more of them in your future,” he laughs and pulls me into his chest tight.
As we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms I can’t help but feel even luckier than the heroines in his books. Those girls usually get the hot guy with the hot body and hot sex. Not every girl gets the guy who can make her cum with only his words and his imagination.
THE END
5
Pole Position
Chapter 1 - Cord
“Another one bites the dust,” I raise my beer bottle to the man of the night, Strickland. As our youngest guy on the force, we all kinda treat him like a little brother, so when he told us he was getting married, we threw together a bachelor party for him.
Strickland looks like he’s struggling to see straight. Of course, all the shots we’ve been pouring down his gullet would knock a horse to its knees. He’s hanging on though, somehow staying conscious. I’m sure we’re gonna need to strap him into a cab later, but hopefully we’ve given him a night to remember. Even if he can’t recall all the details, we’ll be reminding him for quite some time.
I slug back the last of my beer and thunk the empty bottle down on the tiny counter surrounding the stage. I’ve got front row seats in perv alley. We started the night out classy enough, but you can’t have a bachelor party without a stripper, it’s un-American. So, we dragged him into this place where they set us up real nice once they found out what we were here for. Now I’m sitting with the crowd of guys and the man of the hour at a side stage where we have a dedicated waitress keeping our thirst for liquor under control.
The manager told us he was setting our group up with his best girl. That was almost twenty minutes ago and we’re still waiting. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t have the highest hopes about what this guy’s ‘best girl’ looks like. It’s not a total dive, I mean, I’ve seen worse, but the aged décor and tired sounding announcer don’t exactly give a VIP vibe.
As if on cue, the waitress brings another round of drinks over to us, replacing the beer I just downed. At least the service is good.
“You guys are just so fucking great,” Strickland slurs and throws his arms around me and Bennet as he drops his head forward toward the stage. “Just, like, such great guys. I know I don’t say it enough, man, but you’re the best,” he slobbers.
“Ahhh, enjoy your night, kid,” Bennet smiles and ruffles his hair. “Once you’ve got that ball and chain around your ankle you won’t be getting out like this anymore,” he teases.
“No, no, no, Teresa isn’t like that. She’s so cool and so beautiful, she’s just, guys, I mean it, she’s amazing,” he sways in his seat.
“Sounds like you found the right one then,” I smile. As much as I like to bust the kid’s chops, I’m happy to see him settling down with someone that makes him so starry-eyed and cheesy. A pang twists in my gut as I wonder if I’ll ever be drunkenly professing my love about my wife-to-be.
Luckily, I don’t have to sit on the idea for too long because my attention is diverted to the stripper. It turns out the manager wasn’t full of shit. If he says this is his best girl, then I believe it.
Damn.
My eyes travel over her small frame slowly, lazily taking in her modest breasts pushed up by lacy lingerie. Her body is so toned, I’m surprised to see the definition of muscle in her porcelain thighs. As she gets set up on stage, my beer bottle hovers mid-air as I shamelessly stare. She bends over and grabs a towel from the floor and I let my gaze lick the round curve of her ass like my tongue wants to. I think I might be drooling.
I’m not the only guy under her spell, all the chatter has stopped dead around this small side stage. Every guy is sitting like a statue, transfixed by her. It’s amazing the power women hold over us. If they only knew the lengths we’d go to for their attention. If they only understood the desperation of our longing.
She quickly wipes down the pole and tosses the towel aside. With a nod at the guy in the back booth, the music starts and she slowly sways her hips to the tune and finally tracks her sky-blue eyes over the crowd of us.
Did she just smile at me? I can’t be sure, but I thought I saw her pink lips turn up into a sultry smile as her eyes reached mine. She turned her back on me before I got the chance to really see.
Her raven hair is pulled up into a high bun and she pulls the clip holding her hair up out and tosses it, giving her head a shake. Her long, silky hair cascades down over her shoulders shining under the bar lights. I can see she has a bright fire engine red highlighted streak down the side of her hair, but if I’m being honest, her hair is the last thing on my mind right now. As she begins to peel off her outfit, my eyes are glued to her lithe body.
The music changes and she jumps on the pole, swinging around it effortlessly. The guys begin to whoop and holler as she climbs up the metal and then arches backward, under extreme control, like a Cirque du Soleil performer and then spins back down to the stage with one leg hooked around the pole and her other leg held over her face in some kind of split, while she looks at the floor.
I shift in my seat as I imagine being with a girl that flexible. It’s best not to think about the details. Last thing I need is to get a fucking chub like some kind of inexperienced newbie while watching a striptease.
As she eases back down to the stage, she places her palms on the floor lifting both her legs back up into a handstand. I watch in amazement as she claps the cheeks of her ass together in time with the beat.
Fuck Strickland and his bachelor party, I feel like this is my night, like this is my private show as the crowd around me vanishes from my sight and all I can see is her mesmerizing body twist as she backflips back onto her feet. I feel like I should be gi
ving a standing ovation, but instead I take another swig of beer and watch as she slowly unties her string bottoms. I breathe in sharp over my teeth as she tantalizingly reveals her sweet, trimmed little pussy to me.
I mean to us.
I give my head a shake and remember that I’m surrounded by a bunch of other dudes who all probably feel the same way I do. Like she’s watching me. Like she’s performing just for me.
She’s good.
Disappointment spills over me as her last song winds down and she begins picking up the bills I didn’t see anyone toss and her outfit from the stage. I hate to see her go, but I could watch that ass walk away forever. I follow her with my eyes, all the way down the hall she disappeared into.
“If you like her, I’ve got plenty more for you guys!” I swivel my head and see the short, fat and sweaty manager is standing at Bennet’s side. “Lots of girls, plenty for everyone!” He tries to upsell us.
I need to take a leak. I’m not a young man anymore, I guess. In my twenties, I could drink for a long time without running to the bathroom all the time. Now, at thirty-two, once I break the seal with the first piss of the night, I’m back at the urinal every half hour.
I make my way past the guys and head down the hall toward the john when I hear a woman yelling.
“I already said no! I’m not a prostitute, I’m a stripper. Let me go!”
I squint up at the end of the darkened hall and see one of Strickland’s civilian pals holding onto the girl who just danced for us. She twists from side to side, but he’s got her pinned against the wall.
Instinctively, I lunge forward, grabbing him with both hands and rip him off her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He yells and tries to take a sloppy swing at me. I grab his arm and yank his hand in a twisting motion up between his shoulder blades as he grimaces in pain.
“The lady told you to back off bud. I think it’s time for you to head home.”
“Fuck you, she’s just playing hard to get.” He tries to pull his arm back but I lift it higher and his face scrunches. “Okay, okay, don’t break my fucking arm!” He cries.
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