Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “I’m pregnant,” I continued, and just as I said the words, the door opened.

  The whole thing had to have taken less than twenty seconds. It was Liam, of course, and he immediately threw himself on top of him, shielding me from the crazed stalker and then turning on him.

  In seconds, the intruder was on the floor again, and this time, he had a bloody nose for his troubles. I was usually pretty tender hearted, but even I couldn’t regret that. Actually, with how much the guy had terrified me, how he’d made me fear for my unborn child, I sort of wished Liam had killed him.

  “You’re what?” Liam asked, sitting on the small of the stalker’s back with one of the guy’s meaty arms twisted behind his back. He held him there, his arm muscles bulging as he forced him to stay in place, despite his struggles.

  I winced. This wasn’t how I’d wanted to give Liam the news.

  “Or did you say that just to freak this guy out?” Liam asked, when I was silent, trying to think about what the best thing would be to say.

  Maybe I should just let him think that. And then … what? Fire him, after he’d saved me twice? I didn’t necessarily like him, but I did trust him, and the idea of getting a new bodyguard didn’t appeal.

  “No,” I said slowly. “I’m pregnant, just like I told him.”

  There was a moment of silence. One of us should call the cops, but there was no real hurry, I supposed. The stalker was firmly restrained on the ground, after all, and the police had let him go once.

  “Is it mine?” he asked, and it was the first time, literally, that we had even referred to what we’d done that night a few months back. Both of us had been avoiding that subject like the plague. I hadn’t even talked to him, I realized, not even one word, since that night.

  I just nodded slowly. Why lie about it? He struck me as the sort of guy who would demand a paternity test if I said no, anyway.

  “I’m not looking for anything from you,” I made sure to state. “I have money. You don’t need to be involved at all.”

  I wasn’t trying to trap him, and I wanted him to know that. I was fine on my own. I’d always been an independent type.

  He didn’t say anything, though I had to admit, I didn’t give him much time to do so. I just grabbed my robe and left.

  What more was there to say?

  * * *

  Belatedly, I did remember to call the cops, and the same process started all over again. The same questions, the same statements, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes about the whole thing.

  I was so tired. Utterly exhausted. One of the cops, at least, was a woman, and she seemed to see just how done with it all I really was.

  “This time, he won’t get bail,” she promised. “I mean, I’m saying that unofficially. There’s just no way.”

  So that helped. But when I got out of the office, having given my statement, I collapsed into a chair in the waiting room. I was too tired to go anywhere, and I had no idea how I was going to fix that.

  It was the first time in ages that I didn’t actually know where Liam was. He was always just there, or just through the wall. I would have been pretty scared, I realized, if not for the whole exhaustion thing.

  Still, I waited, and eventually, Liam came out. I gazed up at him, taking in every detail of his strong, muscular form, his handsome face, and I tried not to admit to myself that I was glad to see him.

  Tried, and failed. Utterly.

  I didn’t like him. Or I didn’t think that I did, anyway. But he was there, and that helped.

  He came over to me, which I expected. Then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up out of my seat, which I definitely didn’t. His lips crushed against mine, and in that moment, the strict control I’d been keeping over my feelings for him, my very real arousal, broke down utterly.

  I moaned, feeling that pulsing, throbbing emptiness between my legs once more. I’d felt it quite a bit since our first time together, but I hadn’t allowed myself to really think about it too much.

  “I’m taking you home,” he growled, and that dominant voice sent shivers of delight through me from head to toe. I wanted that. I wanted him to take me, if he wanted to, and from the way he pressed against me, I was willing to bet that he did.

  He called a cab, and we didn’t even make it all the way home before we were all over each other. He kissed me, and one of his hands slipped up to cup my breast, effortlessly finding my pregnancy sensitized nipple and toying with it as we made out.

  In a way, it was good that we were in the cab. It drew things out a little more. The first time we’d been together, it had all been heat and passion, and it had felt almost like it was over before it had begun.

  This time would have been the same, if not for the fact that we were in a cab. I dimly knew that anything we did here would end up all over the internet, because there were always people with cameras around me, so that kept me from outright crawling into his lap and taking him deep inside myself.

  Not that I didn’t come close. But we kept our hands above the waist, and by the time we got to the house, I was dripping wet, ready for him. When he outright pulled me into his arms and swept me up bridal style, I moaned and clung to him, kissing him frantically even as he brought me into the house.

  This time, at least, we made it to bed. Last time, it had been the kitchen table, so this was a change. He placed me down onto the soft surface almost gently, and then he started to strip me.

  It was so hot how he moved. He obviously wanted me, and it showed, but he was very deliberate in his movements. He was inexorable, like the tide, or maybe more like the flow of lava across a field.

  I was naked for him soon enough, and then I went for him. Last time, he had still been mostly dressed, and I was desperate to see the gorgeous body, not just his cock. So I stripped him down, and then took a second to just look at him with awe.

  He was perfect.

  A god couldn’t have been more gorgeous. With his slender waist and hips, his solid chest, and his massive arms and shoulders, he was ripped and strong and he couldn’t have been any sexier to me.

  “Liam,” I moaned, and my eyes traced down over his flat stomach to his cock, which stood proudly up. I remembered quite vividly how it had felt to have that monster buried inside myself, and my cunt clenched, wanting that again.

  He came back to the bed, and settled down on it. I expected him to rest on top of me, but instead, he pushed my legs apart and let himself rest between them.

  At first, I didn’t even know what he was going to do. I honestly though he would just take me, and I was more than ready for it. But then he slipped down and his lips were grazing over my hard little clit.

  I saw stars, I swear. My vision changed, and all I could see was him as he wrapped his full, gorgeous lips around my hardened, slick nub. He worked on it, his tongue swirling over it, each movement making pleasure rocket through me.

  At the same time, he shoved two fingers deep inside me, and I tightened around him, desperate to have him deeper, harder, filling me more.

  I reached around, gripping his hips. Tugging him, I got him into place, so that his thick erection was right by my head. I’d never had anyone so big in my mouth before, but I wrapped my lips around him and did my best.

  It stretched my jaw, but I didn’t care. The taste of him, the smell, the masculine musk, it was enough to make me drip more of my juices, which he licked up. I moaned, and his tongue brushed over my clit in the exact right way.

  Just like that, I was gone. I screamed my pleasure around his dick as the pure sensations ripped through me, leaving me helpless and quaking before them. I came hard, and I still wasn’t done when he rearranged us and then pushed inside of me all at once.

  All bets were off, then. We were on each other like wild animals, shoving our bodies desperately together, his cock stretching me open and slamming deep. I rocked up toward him, and it seemed like only a few seconds before my cunt convulsed again and I started to come, giving hoarse little cries with
each movement.

  We kissed, our tongues battling, and I felt his cock get even more rigid inside of me, even bigger. He groped my breasts, rolling the nipples in his strong fingers, as our movements got furious and hot enough to actually shake the bed.

  “Natalie,” he growled, deep up inside of me, his hands and mouth seemingly all over me. I could tell he was close, and so was I, to another stunning release. I’d lost of how many he’d given me so far, but the one that was building was going to be a biggie.

  “Liam, oh my God, Liam,” I moaned, and I clung onto him as tightly as I could as my pussy tightened around him, milking him for his come. We came at almost exactly the same time, so that he was shooting inside of me and thrusting so frantically that it drew out my own release.

  “Liam,” I repeated, when I could speak again. “I meant it. I’m not going to try to trap you, so if you want to take off, I’ll be fine.”

  It had occurred to me that maybe he was just jumping me out of some sort of twisted sense of obligation. I hadn’t minded at the time, but the haze of arousal had cleared a little bit and I was worried about it.

  How could I want someone who only wanted to be with me out of obligation?

  “Natalie, don’t be stupid,” he growled. He stayed inside me, but rolled us so that I was on top of him, still impaled on his cock but not squished by his massive body. Despite his words, his tone was gentle, and his hands were sweet as they caressed my back.

  “I’m not being stupid, I’m being realistic,” I argued. “I know you don’t like me. Just because we’re having a baby …”

  He shut me up with a kiss, but this was a different sort of kiss. One with more depth, more emotion. There was still passion, because this was us and it couldn’t be any other way, but it was more than that, too.

  I got it then, without him needing to say another word. He didn’t hate me, and I, no matter how hard I’d tried to deny it to myself, didn’t hate him, either. I wanted him, and he wanted me.

  And we both wanted this baby.

  For the moment, at least, it was enough, and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back with everything I had in me.

  Story 5

  Chapter One

  Getting off the plane was a culture shock beyond my imagination. France was the city of love with romance in everyone’s eyes. I couldn’t help but feel like I was someone looking in from the outside. I didn’t have a significant other and getting away from my domineering parents was paramount. I found the necessary funds to take this trip abroad without consulting them.

  Once I made up my mind, there was no stopping what was going to become an adventure of a lifetime. I traveled light with one carry on and a piece of luggage waiting for me on the carousel. Everyone crowded around and I felt a little awkward within a crowd of pushy people. I didn’t know where the fire was. Sometimes it was necessary to stop and admire the wonders all around me.

  I had bought the luggage specifically for its color in a bright orange hard to miss neon sign. There was nothing like it and couldn’t be mistaken for another. I would know immediately when it arrived.

  I stopped to consider the couple who had agreed to sponsor me in their home in return for some light casual housework. I was worried about the language barrier, but my last conversation with them was quite clear and concise.

  I had their photograph with their smiling faces wearing hardly anything on a beach in Bali. The man had muscles but not grotesquely on display. He was a little older in his late forties, but he wore his youthful exuberance with how he molded his body into a piece of living art.

  Claire was a French beauty with a classic look right out of the pages of a seventies edition of a Cosmopolitan centerfold. Her body showed no semblance of age and no wrinkles to confirm or deny her age of being at the ripe age of 40. Her long dark hair was a contrast to my lighter tones.

  She was statuesque at almost 6 feet tall and I felt instantly intimidated by the seductive tone in her voice.

  Stefan was cordial, but I could sense there was something underneath his pleasant demeanor. I was going to have to be careful around him. The French were known to have a cavalier attitude when it came to a sexual appetite for the unknown.

  My phone was abuzz with activity and was blowing up with messages from my parents screaming for my immediate return. I was in no mood to placate them with false platitudes. It wasn’t like they could do anything to stop me. I was no longer underneath their roof living by their rules.

  I saw the bright orange glow of my luggage arriving on schedule. It was not lost in transition.

  I saw one man looking at me with a prerequisite gold chain around his neck. His chest hairs were sticking out with the first couple of buttons undone to expose him to the elements.

  He was licking his lips and grabbing his crotch obscenely making me blush. I was virginal with a white dress and the ensemble underneath matched. I couldn’t even look at him without thinking he was undressing me with his eyes.

  “You must forgive him and he only has one thing on his mind. The language of love is universal.” I whirled around and came face to face with Stefan with his dark hair slicked back and spiked to give him a more youthful appearance.

  “I know what’s on his mind and there should be a law which prevents anyone from looking at someone like that.” I felt appalled and victimized which only seemed to encourage him to come closer with his advances.

  “I must say that I wasn’t expecting someone prudish. You gave me the impression of being worldly. I suspect you were playing a game to make us believe you to be the right fit. I would say you were being a little naughty, but I wouldn’t want to offend your sensibility. Let me get your luggage and we can go back to our place. Claire will be most interested to learn of this latest development.” I could see he was disappointed, but it wasn’t like I was there to satisfy their sexual whims. There was no mention of impropriety during our recent correspondence.

  “I don’t mind what people do behind closed doors without my knowledge. Things should remain private without making people feel awkward. That man needs to learn a lesson in manners. I’m tempted to go over there and smack him across the face. It might make him think twice about conducting himself in this manner again.” I hadn’t seen much of France other than in photographs and a very detailed biography on the Internet.

  “This is the city of love. You’ll find Europeans to be more open when it comes to their body. I don’t know if I mentioned this, but Claire and I like to walk around with nothing on. Our property is surrounded by forest on one side and a huge ocean on the other. It affords us privacy, but it’s not like we have anything to be ashamed of.” The suit he was wearing was perfectly tailored for his body down to the polished dark shoes on his feet.

  The blue eyes showed me the windows to the soul. I wasn’t very happy with what I found. The very idea of getting physical with a man turned my stomach. I grew up despising anything to do with sex. I tried to be tolerant of others, but it took a bit for me to keep my mouth shut when I heard my friends callously talking about one-night stands.

  “I would respectfully ask that you wear something in my presence.” He halfheartedly laughed and put his hand around my shoulder to keep me close to him. This kind of intimacy made me cringe.

  “You have to learn to loosen up and go with the flow. France is famous for their wine. We have a stocked wine cellar at your disposal.” Drinking was a form of seduction and meant to lower expectations. It was the devil’s brew.

  “I’ve never allowed a drop of liquor to pass my lips. I have seen my fair share of idiots acting sexually promiscuous and I want no part of it. I hope this doesn’t change your opinion about me. I have some strong feelings when it comes to sex before marriage.” I saw no ring on his finger. It was kind of suspicious like they were trying to sell me a bill of goods.

  The city of lights was calling my name and the atmosphere was ripe with sexual tension in the air. There was no shortage of public displays of affec
tion with strong passionate embraces. It was no wonder the term French kissing came from France. They were certainly living up to the reputation. Loose morals were never a part of my vocabulary.

  Cracking my knees open for any length of time was going to take more than sweet nothings in my ear.

  “We are going to have to introduce you to many different things. Claire and I will gladly show you the ropes in vivid detail. We live modestly outside of town, but close enough we can enjoy the atmosphere of the nightlife.” I never could find a reason to make a spectacle of myself on the dance floor. It took many people liquid encouragement to step outside of their comfort zone.

  “I know you mean well, but I would rather be left alone to read in my room. I’m not here for a good time. I came here to study French cooking from the very best. I don’t need the distraction of someone trying to get into my panties.” It felt wrong to even mention my undergarments in his company.