by A Collection of Valentine Themed Sexy Short Stories (epub)
Hallelujah. This is absolutely the best day ever.
I admire the red lingerie. “I no longer hate red,” I say.
“I’m glad because I have all sorts of pretty lingerie. Red, pink, white, all those colors you think you don’t like.”
“Oh, I love them now,” I tell her as her hands dart out to tug at my shirt and pull it over my head, and then to unfasten the zipper on my jeans.
I strip off her jeans and push her against the door. “So you like it spicy,” I say in her ear. “Want me to fuck you up against the wall?”
“Please, yes.”
I find a condom from my wallet as she shoves down my boxer briefs and grabs my cock. I shudder as she grips me, her fist sliding up and down my flesh. I roll the protection on, hitch up her leg, and slide inside.
It’s incredible. It’s intoxicating. It’s mind-bending as pleasure rolls through me at the feel of being inside this woman—the woman I’ve been lusting after, liking, crushing on, wanting for the last few years.
As I take her against the door, she wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me as close as possible, whispering in my ear, “I love it like this. I want it like this. Do it harder.”
And I do, listening to her every request and fulfilling them as I go deeper and she starts to lose control, shaking and shuddering, murmuring in my ear, groaning my name, and then soon enough, she’s coming on my cock.
Pleasure spirals in me, coils tighter, until I follow her to the other side of pleasure.
After a glass of wine, Macy’s ready for another round.
I back her up against the kitchen counter. “I bet you’re wet and hot again,” I whisper.
She trembles. “Find out.”
I dip my hand between her legs, feeling her slick heat. “Look at you. So hot for the bad luck guy.”
“It’s not bad luck anymore.”
I glide my fingers across her core, and she shudders, pushing against me. “Does the sweet dirty girl want to be fucked with my fingers?”
“I do,” she says on a pant.
She’s so fucking wet, so slippery against my hand as I slide a finger inside, then another. She grinds down, and I push deeper, hooking my fingers just so.
“Oh God,” she says.
The way she lets go, the way she owns her pleasure, is the most erotic thing. I’m no longer finger-fucking her. She’s fucking my hand. She’s grinding down on me, her breath uneven, her lids squeezed shut, her lips parted, as she shamelessly chases her pleasure.
“Fuck, Macy. You’re so sexy.”
“More. Give me more.”
I slide my finger toward her ass, and she groans wildly. I press against her, and she cries out. “You like that, dirty girl?”
She nods savagely. She can’t form words.
But she doesn’t need to. Her body makes her wishes clear. My sweet Macy likes ass play. And I’d like to play with her ass. With two fingers in her pussy, I push one more against her ass.
A little more.
A little farther.
She yelps, but it turns into a carnal, guttural moan as I slide my finger into her. And she goes wild, fucking and humping and coming like a goddamn rock star.
When she comes down from her high, I ease out of her, step to the sink, and wash my hands. Picking her up, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom.
I lower her to the bed where she smiles woozily at me as I press a kiss to her belly button. Then her hip. Then the top of her mound.
“Oh God, are you going to do more to me?”
“If you want me to.”
She reaches for my face. “I want you to go down on me, but I want something else first.”
“Name it,” I say, thinking I hit the fucking jackpot with this woman. Friendship, feelings, and a big bedroom appetite.
“Can I suck your cock first?”
Like I’m saying no to that. “Fuck yeah.” My dick throbs, a drop of liquid forming at the tip just from her question.
“But there’s something I want you to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t be gentle.”
Lust seizes every cell of my body. “Jesus, woman. You are fiery.”
“Too fiery?”
“There’s no such thing.”
“Then I want something else too.”
“Anything.”
She smiles coyly, slides to the floor, and gets down on her knees. She links her hands behind her back, restraining her own wrists. “Fuck my mouth.”
And I’m on fire. Hot, dirty desire rattles through my bones as I do as asked, controlling the best blow job of my life, fucking her mouth, filling her, racing to the edge.
When I reach it, I see stars. They flicker behind my eyes as pleasure speeds white-hot through me as I release in her throat.
Later, she’s curled up next to me, and I stroke her hair. “I had no idea you were so wild.”
“Because you were afraid.”
I nod, accepting that assessment. “I’m not afraid anymore. That’s because of you.” I cup her chin. “Because you were bold. Because you took a chance on me. Because you looked past my . . . Vrooge-ness.”
She cuddles against me. “I knew there was more to you. I’ve always seen it. I just wanted you to move a little outside your comfort zone.”
I run a hand along her flesh. “I like all these zones with you.”
Worry crosses her eyes. “Do you only like me because I want it rough and dirty?”
I shake my head, laughing. “No, sweetheart. I like the sex, but it’s always been you. The fact that you tell me what you want makes you even sexier. Because you ask for it.”
She sighs happily, her fingers trailing along the ink on my arms. “I want to keep asking for it.”
I pull her close. “I want you to keep asking for it. I want to keep giving it to you. And I want to give you more than sex, Macy. You know that, right?”
She nods, a wicked grin on her face. A grin of happiness. “I do know that, but I like hearing it.”
“We can be friends and lovers. We can be everything.” Suddenly, it’s not hard to say how I feel. It’s the easiest thing in the world, because she’s given me confidence. She’s changed all my luck.
“I want that.”
“Good, because you’re mine.”
“I like being yours.”
I glance at the clock. It’s past midnight. It’s the day I used to hate. But this woman brought me around, with her enthusiasm and her huge heart that I’m falling madly in love with. “Hey, Macy. Will you be my valentine?”
“Always.”
10
From the texts of Ally & Miller
Ally: You will never believe what happened.
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Miller: Tell me.
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Ally: My brother. And Macy. In the elevator.
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Miller: Were they doing the Macarena? The hula? Wait, a luau.
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Ally: Stop. They were all over each other.
* * *
Miller: This is getting good. But define “all over.”
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Ally: Please. You know what I mean.
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Miller: Yeah, but spell it out because it’s more entertaining that way.
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Ally: You want me to entertain you now with stories?
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Miller: Don’t I always want you to entertain me with stories?
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Ally: You want me to entertain you with stories of what my brother was doing in the elevator?
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Miller: When you put it like that, it’s a little weird. And yet I still kind of want to hear it. But the question is, does this bother you?
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Ally: Do you think it would bother me?
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Miller: I don’t know, aren’t you pissed?
* * *
Miller: You want me to talk to him? Do y
ou want me to come talk you down?
* * *
Miller: So you don’t toss a trash can? Or go full Godzilla. Stomping like crazy through the city. I can see it now. You’d be all over the news.
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Ally: Wow. Quite a scenario you paint.
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Miller: Woman turns Godzilla when she sees her brother kissing her best friend.
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Ally: You’re insane. How does your mind even go there?
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Miller: My mind’s very active. I can picture all sorts of things.
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Ally: Let me put it this way. They’re not going to play Candy Land tonight.
* * *
Miller: I’ve heard about different versions of Candy Land.
* * *
Ally: And he goes to dirty joke land again.
* * *
Miller: No joking. So many versions now. I don’t think Candy Land is the same as it used to be when we were kids.
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Ally: I don’t want to hear about how you played Candy Land.
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Miller: Did I say I played it that way?
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Ally: You’re infuriating to talk to.
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Miller: But you love talking to me.
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Ally: Of course I do. So let me tell you what happened.
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Miller: Wait. Just answer. Are you mad at them?
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Ally: Are you seriously asking me?
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Miller: Yes, of course I’m asking you.
* * *
Miller: Are you mad at them?
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Ally: No. I’m happy for them.
Miller: Note to self—remember that. She’s happy for two friends who became lovers.
* * *
Miller: New note to self—but don’t fool yourself into thinking it could work for the two of you.
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Miller: New new note to self—no matter how much you want to change her mind.
11
Macy
A month later
* * *
I catch a glimpse of a lacy white teddy in the lingerie shop. “Now that is what I want to wear for our one-month anniversary.”
Olivia laughs. “Are you celebrating one month?”
I give her a duh look. “Of course. This is me. I love all kinds of celebrations. And Kirby does now too.”
“Or does he just like you in white lace?”
I wink. “He loves me in white lace. And he also loves me.”
“I knew he did. I knew he would. You were determined, and you went for it.”
I bring the white teddy to the register. “And I’m going to keep going for it.”
Epilogue
Kirby
Four years later
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I sweep into the house, carrying a bouquet of roses, a box of candy, and a velvet box with a necklace. I find my wife in the kitchen, pouring champagne for me and seltzer water for her.
I kiss her cheek, her hair, and her lovely lips. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey, you.”
I run a hand over her swollen belly. “How do you feel?”
“Ready. Also, I got you a gift.”
She hands me a box from a lingerie store. It’s a red teddy. “I’ll wear it again soon.”
“Wear it when you’re ready. Don’t rush. I’ll always be here.”
“But lingerie was how I seduced you.”
“Sweetheart, I think you’re remembering it wrong. If memory serves, I did kiss you senseless in an elevator the night before Valentine’s Day.”
Her eyes widen with surprise. “Huh. That’s true. But I was so ready to seduce you with my red lingerie and everything. It felt like I went for it.”
“You did. You kept talking to me. You got me to open up, and once I did, I made a move. We both made the right moves.”
“We both went for it,” she agrees.
I kiss her again, softly, gently, since sometimes she likes it that way. “And now that we’ve seduced each other, I should let you know you’re stuck with me,” I say, curling my palm over her stomach.
She runs a hand down my inked arm. My tattoos now include her name, just as Pete from the lobby predicted.
We might be a little dirty, a little naughty. We do like to experiment. We try different positions, different places, and sometimes I tie her up. I spank her and pull her hair. Sometimes she begs me for it.
She likes to beg for it.
And hell, do I love it when she does.
But then again, I love everything with my wife, and all our luck changed thanks to red lingerie, her, and a heart-shaped latte.
Or really, when I got my head out of my ass.
That helped too.
Let that be a lesson to other men. Be open to falling in love, because you might get so much more.
Love, friendship, and the woman you want to roll around with in the sheets.
“I’m definitely keeping you,” she says, then her eyes widen and she clutches her belly. “It’s time.”
“Push! Push! You can do it.”
And she does. My wife pushes out a beautiful baby girl and I fall in love with Macy all over again.
Our daughter is born on Valentine’s Day.
It’s fitting. Since that was the beginning of not just our love affair, but how I fell for the woman who fucked all the Vrooge out of me.
Another Epilogue
Ally
* * *
Well, it sure seems like everything worked out for Macy and Kirby. Love, friendship, and lots of nookie, or so I presume.
They’re ridiculously happy and loving life together. They’re still the best of friends and I’m friends with both of them too. But just because it worked for them doesn’t mean it’ll work for me with Miller.
Just because something works for someone else doesn’t mean it’ll work for you. So I remain cautious with Miller. I remain on this side of the fence.
Until my brother tells me that he’s moving out of town with his wife and his daughter, and that’s the beginning of everything starting to change with Miller and me.
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THE END
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