Snowed In
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“Fuck yeah. Just the idea of your lips stretched around my fat dick is almost enough to make me come. Hell, that image has gotten me off more times than I can count.”
“You’ve never seen me like this.” She licked the tip of his cock, tasting salty pre-ejaculate.
He let out a low moan. “No. But I’ve imagined it. Stroking myself in the shower, I picture you. Sucking me off. Bent over. Every other goddamn position and perversion I can think of. Fuck, baby, I always see your face when I come.”
Need sent a jolt between her legs. And she was suddenly sucking him hungrily, taking him farther and farther into her throat until she was no longer the one controlling the motion. Hips thrusting, he was helping her, taking her, fucking her mouth.
Then he was coming. Shooting hot seed into her throat. Crying out her name.
She swallowed and sucked and pulled every bit of pleasure she could from him. He shuddered one last time and she released him gently, then leaned into him, resting her head against his hip.
Instead of pulling her to her feet, he slid down to join her on the floor of the shower. As if she would break if he were too rough, he tucked her into his arms with such care that a lump formed in her throat and she blinked back sudden tears.
“That was amazing,” he murmured into her wet hair.
“Are you cold?” she asked, now that he was barely getting any of the shower’s spray suddenly hitting her. She tried to get up but he held her firm.
“Nope.” One arm still wrapped around her, holding her close, he moved the other between them. He massaged her breast, and she gasped, mouth open against his throat.
“Still need to take care of you.”
“I think you took care of me enough in the living room,” she managed, but her body was so achy and tight, she couldn’t keep the need out of her voice.
“Are you saying sucking me off didn’t turn you on?” His hand slid down from her breast to slide between her legs. There was just enough room for his hand between her sex and the tiled floor where she’d collapsed on her knees.
His rough finger caressed her clit briefly before sliding inside of her pussy.
“Feels like it turned you on,” he said, voice rough and low. “I could fuck you right now and I’d slide right in, wouldn’t I?”
A moan was her only response, but he seemed to understand her perfectly.
Using only his hand, he rubbed and pinched and penetrated her. Touching her just long enough in one way for her to get close to the edge before he changed his pace, the way he touched her. She squirmed against him, wanted to move, needing to eliminate the pressure building in her body. Pressure that he wasn’t alleviating fast enough. But he held her firm, tucked against his body as if they were only cuddling as she moaned.
“Come for me again, baby.” He slid two fingers inside of her and rubbed her clit relentlessly with his thumb.
Crying out almost soundlessly, she broke.
He held her against him, stroking every last aftershock from her body, taking her to new heights. When she came back down, he kissed her forehead softly.
This is too perfect.
The thought startled her and she sucked in a quick breath.
Tenderly, he tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear. “What’s wrong?”
The darkness that seemed to give them the honesty to admit their attraction let the words slip out. “I’m afraid this will be over the second the lights come back on.”
He didn’t mock her like he might have once. “Me too.”
For some reason, the fact that he was scared too stifled some of her own fear. She kissed his lips softly.
Cupping her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss until she couldn’t seem to get enough air. Her breasts were heavy and her pussy ached. How could she want again him already? The man was going to turn her into a sex addict.
“You think you can take me again tonight?” he murmured against her lips.
At least he wasn’t delusional about his size. She’d be sore—she was already sore—but she wanted him so badly that she didn’t care. “Awfully impressed with ourselves, aren’t we?”
A soft laugh. “I think you’re impressed, too.”
“You wish, fratboy.”
His body shook with laughter and soon she couldn’t help joining him. After their laughter faded, he tipped her chin up so she would be looking at him if she could see farther than her nose.
“You know I wasn’t actually a fratboy, right?”
“You totally should have been. You have that preppy vibe. I think it’s the fact that your clothes all look ironed.”
“It’s shocking you know what ironed clothes look like. I’m fairly certain you don’t even own an iron.”
“Only fratboys own irons,” she said, voice serious. She couldn’t keep a straight face while saying it, but at least in the dark he couldn’t see her spoiling her own joke. “Besides, clothes look better wrinkled.”
“Just on you,” he said, tenderly. “You think there’s any food in this place?”
She laughed—probably inappropriately long and hard—at the comment, and he helped her stand while she was still snickering to herself.
“What’s so funny?”
“You and food. It never fails.”
“What can I say, you whet my appetite. Must be all this ironing talk.”
A smile touched his lips when they pressed against hers for a quick kiss, and a slight thrill ran through her at the touch. A small part of her had wondered if his affection would disappear entirely after they had sex, let alone after she gave him a blowjob.
“Stacy’s dad was up here a couple of days ago, I think. He usually keeps the fridge stocked this time of year. If the power doesn’t come on soon, it’ll all go bad anyway,” she said.
They felt around the walls of the bathroom until he triumphantly announced he’d found a towel. After a quick scuffle over the towel, he helped got her dry before drying himself. Then they stumbled back into the living room.
They dressed as quickly as they could, given the darkness. And then Bryan was whipping them up turkey sandwiches in the kitchen. At least, it tasted like turkey. It was hard to tell in the moonlight.
Carrie was halfway through hers in no time flat, thankful that the darkness hid the fact that she was practically shoving the food down her throat. Great sex apparently made for a hefty appetite for her, too.
“You should let me take you out for a real dinner. After we get out of this blizzard, I mean.”
She swallowed the large chunk of sandwich that had formed a rock in her throat. “I don’t want you to feel obligated—”
“I don’t. I…I just want to take you out.”
The hesitancy in his voice was almost startling. Bryan didn’t hesitate. Never. The man was always so sure of himself. So certain he was right.
“Look, maybe we shouldn’t try to make this more than it is.” An ache settled into her chest as she spoke, but she didn’t want to go out with someone she could hardly get along with simply because they meshed well—scratch that, amazingly well—in bed.
“I don’t know if it’s the darkness, or the sex, or the fact that we’re alone for the first time. But I’m feeling very…honest, Carrie. Like I need to get this out there.” He stepped closer and slid his hand down her upper arm until he reached her hand. He took her hand in his, holding her gently. “I think you’re a hell of a girl, even if we don’t always agree on things. You’re bullheaded and you get under my skin in a way no one ever has. But you’re also warm and laid back and fun and…maybe I could learn to be a little more fun myself.”
The risk of embarrassing herself suddenly seemed minor compared to how scary it had to be for him to put himself out there like that. And her face burned at the compliments and his tender tone. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.
The lights flickered on, bathing them and revealing them both with suddenly clarity.
He blinked, his face as open as she’d ev
er seen, but his stunning blue eyes never left hers. It was the resolve there that pushed her through, cleared her hesitant feelings and worries. He was telling the truth. And if he could take that kind of a risk on her, why couldn’t she be brave enough to do the same?
“Dinner,” she said, “would be wonderful.”
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When she sees red and blue lights flashing in her rearview mirror, Michelle Thomas fears her day is ruined. Sexy Officer Drake lets her go with a warning, but when she runs into him at a bar later that day, it feels a little like fate.
Michelle isn't interested in fate. She has two weeks until she starts grad school so she's looking for one thing: fun. A no-holds-barred good time. What she doesn't want is a relationship--that's a distraction she can't afford.
Officer David Drake has never met a woman as sexually adventurous as he is, and when he senses a kindred spirit in Michelle, he isn't willing to let her go easily. Especially when she proves to be feisty and smart. But will she decide the officer is worth risking her future plans?
Against the Wall is a new adult erotic romance novelette. It is not intended for young readers due to mature content. Adults only.
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