by L. A. Boruff
The rational part of her brain told her she was being careless, that she should get to know him first, that she was on a date with another guy. But another part, a stronger part of her was waving every rational argument away. All she knew was the burning between her legs, the knot in her stomach that desperately needed to unravel. And she needed him to do it for her.
He rolled her nipple between his fingers, before sharply tugging on it. More excitement coursed through her veins, and down between her legs. There was no way Sam could miss how turned on, how eager she was. The slickness of her pussy, the ultimate traitor.
Sam ground his bulge against her, loving how slippery she was underneath his fingers. That was certainly how he liked his girls. Nice and wet, ready for whenever he wanted them.
Knowingly, he removed his hand from her breast. Mary whimpered and Sam couldn't help the smug grin spreading on his face. She was too perfect. Just the right combination of submissive and play-reluctant.
He clamped his hand over her mouth to smother the moan he knew was coming.
Mary tried to turn her head, not sure about him silencing her. But with his thumb pressing against her nub and one of his fingers suddenly slipping inside her, she was happy he silenced her.
"Shhh," Sam whispered, feeling her buck against him. He circled his thumb over her little button, loving how her pussy spasmed around his finger every time he hit her clit. That would feel amazing around his cock and he almost couldn't wait.
"Will you be quiet?" he demanded, pulling Mary toward him so she completely pressed against his chest.
"Hmm-hmm," she moaned, nodding her head as best as she could.
"Good," he grinned, removing his hand from her mouth.
Mary had never been so happy to hear the sound of a belt buckle or from a zipper being slid down. His belt jingled as he pushed his pants and boxers out of the way. Relief flooded him as his cock sprung free from his waistband, ready for the tight pussy in front of him.
In a moment of clarity, Mary turned her head. "Do you have—"
Sam waved a condom wrapper in front of her face. "Got it."
Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from her damp core. No matter how many times he'd opened a condom, it was always a little annoying with one or two slippery fingers. And Mary certainly managed to make his finger slick.
Even his own touch around his cock made his hardened member twitch, but Sam had no moment to waste on jerking himself. He could do that every day. But taking a hottie like Mary? He only wished he could do that daily.
Urgently, he tilted her head so he could capture her lips in a desperate kiss. His tongue sought out hers and for a moment, he lost himself in the slightly spicy tang on her tongue.
"Ready?" he moaned, pulling her hips against him, his member slipping between her thighs.
"Yes," she whispered softly, almost scared at how ready she was. How much she wanted him.
"Spread," he commanded again, pushing down on the small of her back so she'd bend forwards.
Without any protest this time, Mary eagerly opened her legs for him, inviting him in.
Sam pulled her panties down, the cold air clashing her pussy making her shiver. But not for long. Impatiently, he drew the tip of his shaft through her lips. He stifled a groan and instead, dug his nails into the soft flesh of her hips.
Mary whimpered, lust clouding her mind. All the teasing was driving her crazy. Why couldn't he just take her? Why was he not giving her needy pussy what she wanted?
Him.
And then he filled her. Hard. Fast. Suddenly.
A gasp almost escaped her lips, but she bit down on the back of her hand. Fuck, he was big. And urgent.
Without any more teasing, he slammed himself into her, claiming her and everything about her. Gone was the playing and the toying. All there was left was a primal, raw urge. A need only she and her pussy could fulfil. Not even her. She didn't even exist. At this moment, only the tightness around his member mattered.
A sensation she couldn't describe bubbled up in her gut. Being desired like this, being lusted over, being used for his pleasure, that was all she wanted. It was hot, raw, and honest. There were no dirty lies, no false promises, no sweet words, no nothing. Just him. Just her. And the unmistakable heat building in her core.
Sam felt his member twitch, the all too familiar tightening over the length of his shaft. He was close and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.
Greedily, he sought out her little button and with one flick, he made her spasm around him. She was tight, needy, close. And desperate. For him to come. For him to make her come.
"I'm close," he grunted, unnecessarily. Nothing had been clearer between them than this. He ground his thumb down on her nub, electricity shooting through her core with every circle he drew. He drove himself hard into her. Once more. Once more was all he needed.
Uncontrollably, Mary shuddered against him. Every muscle in her body contracting as she twitched against him. Around him. Flooded with an immense pleasure, her mind drew a blank. For a moment, there was nothing except the unbelievable rush of ecstasy frying every rational thought in her system. She spasmed, and moaned, and whimpered, and groaned. Her stomach wrapping and unwrapping itself in every knot possible.
And then it was over. Like always, it was just over.
Disappointed it didn't last longer, Mary buckled down, glad she had the porcelain basin to hold on to. Sam withdrew and just like that, they were suddenly two people again. Two people who didn't really have anything in common anymore. Gone was the lust, the need, the desperation that tied them together.
Now, they were just two strangers together in a cramped, little stall.
Chapter 11: Knock My Door
“Mary,” Nico whispered, her hands snaking around the slightly taller woman’s waist.
“Yes?” Mary replied, her breath hitching in her throat. Electricity sparkled in the tiny gap of air between the two of them and she knew something was about to happen. Something new and exciting and utterly exhilarating.
“Don’t tempt me,” the pixie warned, but every bit of her tone seemed to beg otherwise.
“You’re the one who is half-naked.” Mary trailed her fingers up the silky skin and wondered if every part of Nico was as smooth as this.
The shortest of the two flashed a grin and quickly unclasped her bra. With a soft thud, it fell between the two women.
“Now I’m half naked,” she corrected, closing the gap between them.
Mary shivered, a spark jumping from Nico to her that set the coals in her stomach on fire. This was so different, but somehow, it felt familiar.
The burning in the pit of her stomach and the slickness between her thighs was familiar. And yet, she couldn’t exactly figure out why this woman had such an effect on her.
Maybe it didn’t matter.
Nico captured her lips with hers and Mary melted into a fanning hot kiss.
No, it didn’t matter.
She curled her arms behind the beautiful woman’s waist and shivered from the hand creeping under her own shirt. With a little tug, they broke the passionate kiss just long enough for Nico to strip Mary’s shirt away. Handily, Nico reached behind the other woman and the second bra tumbled onto the ground.
Even if it was something Mary had never done before, kissing Nico felt as natural as anything. The smoothness of her skin, the soft little whimpers she made, the urgency she felt in every kiss. Nico was dainty but there was nothing frail about her. The muscles in her arms flexed as she pressed Mary against one of the walls. Caught in the small changing room, one of them knocked the tiniest chair over and the other accidentally got tangled up in the curtain.
Clumsily, Mary knocked her forehead against Nico’s and the two women burst out in giggles. Nico pressed her palm against Mary’s plump lips to muffle the snorts, but that just seemed to intensify the laughter. And the soft groans from the other side of the wall of someone clearly trying to fit into a pair of too small jeans didn�
�t help them rein in the laughter.
Little lights flickered playfully in Nico’s dark eyes and Mary noted just how beautiful she actually was. The lust dancing across the pixie’s face was enough to stop Mary’s laughter and with the passion flaring up in her stomach, she pulled Nico back into her. With curled up lips, she captured the other woman in a long kiss, erasing all traces of laughter.
Talented fingers brushed over her bare stomach and Mary held her breath, filled with anticipation for what was to happen. Her belt buckled and Nico snaked her hand into the band of her trousers. She curled her fingers up and for once, Mary was very happy she didn’t wear the skinny jeans she had planned to wear.
With a muffled groan, she buckled so to give Nico better access and the pixie certainly didn’t waste any time. Eager, she slipped a finger between Mary’s folds, listening tentatively for the soft sighs to turn into a gasp. Almost instantly, she bumped against the little button hidden between Mary’s thighs and rather smugly, Nico felt Mary’s inhale sharply.
There was an experience and familiarity about the way that Nico’s fingers brushed and circled around Mary’s sensitive bundle and it made her weak to her knees. Glad that the changing room came with a little chair, she practically fell down on it and Nico followed her down. With a tug, she pulled the jeans completely down, exposing Mary’s smoothness to her.
Before Mary even knew what was going on, she felt a hot breath against the inside of her thigh. She gasped raggedly, holding her breath as not to snap the pixie out of whatever trance she was. She didn’t want to startle the beautiful woman and chase her away. But she needn’t worry.
A wetness pressed against her own and with a quick flick, Nico’s tongue dove into her folds and protruded against her core. Mary could feel just how slick she was and she would’ve been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. Careful, she placed a hand on Nico’s head and threaded her fingers in her short hair. She didn’t want to be rude and push her face down, but equally, she didn’t want her companion to stop.
But Nico had no intention of stopping. A grin spread across her face as she felt Mary shudder with every flick, every circle, every little bit of pressure she put on her bundle of nerves. Without any resistance, she slipped a finger deep inside the panting woman and immediately felt her squeeze tightly in response. Attentively, she increased the pressure on her clit and Mary almost buckled off the chair.
Mary wasn’t a particularly loud person during sex, but she quickly put her free hand over her mouth, as not to scream out and get caught by the ongoing shoppers around them. The idea of Nico going down on her was almost as sexy as the actual act and she couldn’t even recall the last time Kurt did this to her. She had forgotten just how much she liked it.
With every movement of Nico’s talented tongue, Mary felt the pleasure build in her stomach. She tensed and clenched around the slender finger inside her wetness, desperate to feel Nico inside her. It was oddly vulnerable to have an almost-stranger look and kiss her there, but after this, Nico would no longer be a stranger. No, Mary intended to do this again and from what she could feel, Nico seemed good with repetition.
Almost embarrassingly quick, Mary felt the undeniable built-up in her lower stomach and she knew what was about to come. That she was going to climax, right there with Nico’s tongue flicking across her clit and her fingers curled deep inside of her, brushing over the sensitive spot again and again and again.
She clamped her hand harder over her mouth, biting down on her own fingers. A rush washed over her and she tensed around Nico, hoping that the tightness wasn’t hurting her fingers. Almost audibly, she hit the high note and her mind went blank for just a split second. The intense rush filled her head and she would’ve moaned out loud if it hadn’t been for the strangers in the changing rooms around her.
With a grin, Nico flicked her tongue over the pulsating clit and Mary squeaked, squirming out from underneath her. She nudged the pixie up by tugging gently on her hair and tried to focus her eyes on the beautiful face in front of her.
It took a moment to regain her words and catch her breath. But as soon as the fog lifted from her mind, she pulled Nico close for a deep kiss. Their tongues danced and Mary tasted her own excitement on Nico’s lips. It was oddly intimate, even for the circumstances they were under.
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Stacy Jones: Tribe Outsider Excerpt
Arruk
Arruk strode quickly behind Lily, following her into the deepening shadows that swallowed the forest, with his twin and harem brothers on his heels. He didn’t stop when she came to halt and spun around, just scooped her up into his arms. He held her close to his chest, breathing in her comforting scent as she nuzzled her face into his neck and wrapped her arms around him.
“That was scary as hell,” she whispered shakily.
He could not agree more. Arruk had been afraid Akksha, the tribe leader, was going to attack Lily during their confrontation, and had to physically stop himself from carrying her away to safety. He knew that would only have put her in more danger later. Now that they were alone, he needed to feel her close to reassure himself she was okay.
He didn’t let go when Frrar and Tor stepped up to them, joining him in comforting their mate, stroking and kissing her petal-soft skin as he cradled her. Only when he heard his twin mutter to himself from where he was standing a short distance away did some of the tension ease from his shoulders, knowing Drrak wouldn’t speak unless it was safe to do so.
“Tiny Pasha is fierce… and soft,” Drrak rumbled, sounding both stunned and intensely pleased.
Arruk felt Lily lift her head from his shoulder to face the other male and followed her gaze. A shaft of weak moonlight illuminated Drrak’s expression, revealing his wonderment, but his eyes showed something else entirely. They were heated, desire and fierce hunger burning in their depths, emotions Arruk knew intimately when it came to Lily.
Hoping desperately she would see what he saw and reveal an answering attraction, he held his breath as he waited. He needed her to give them a sign that Choosing Drrak was a possibility, that his twin might find a place in her heart and in her harem.
When his sensitive hearing caught the sudden pounding of her pulse and her quiet gasp, he nearly staggered in relief, even as his body came alive in response to her arousal. He immediately picked up the lust coating her words as she asked what Drrak had said.
Answering for his twin, Arruk responded, unable to smooth out the deep, guttural tone of his voice as he growled, “Say Lily fierce and soft.”
Arruk knew his harem brothers noticed her excitement as well when their soothing caresses turned hungry. Tor’s hands slid up her legs and over her hips, beneath what she called a camisole while Frrar’s gentle mouth presses became passionate as he licked and sucked at her slim neck.
Lifting her higher against his chest to express his own approval of her reaction to Drrak, he was momentarily startled when she whimpered in need, before he realized he’d unintentionally stimulated her hard tips. The small sound made his breath catch before it released in a low, eager purr.
Drrak
Drrak stared at Leelee cradled in his twin’s arms, watching her mates touch her in a way that he longed to. He wanted to know what her fur-less skin felt like, but more than that he wanted to comfort her, yearned for her to trust him enough to let him close.
He’d felt protective of her in a way he’d never experienced befo
re, when she’d stood toe to toe with Akksha, felt the driving need to shield her from the tribe leader’s anger, but she had pushed him back, had protected him instead. None, other than his brothers, had ever cared enough to protect him, and it made an already-consuming fixation on her turn to obsession. He wanted to be hers—one of her Chosen—so badly he ached with it.
He felt like he was going mad with hunger for her, and that exhilarating feeling was only intensified when she spoke. He could not understand her words, but he heard the need in them, saw it reflected clearly in her bright green eyes.
His twin responded using her tongue, then shifted her higher in his arms so he could rub his cheek against hers. That movement, for reasons Drrak could not understand, caused her to whimper in pleasure.
That sound broke what was left of his frayed control.
His gaze sharpened on her face and a low, hungry growl vibrated his chest as he took a step toward her, intending to answer the need she revealed.
But he only made it that one step before he saw fear flash through her eyes and came to an abrupt halt—his hunger fading enough for him to realize he’d pushed too fast.
Disappointment and regret hit him like a physical blow, freezing him in place.
She spoke again, her voice quavering with a mix of lust and trepidation. He didn’t need to understand her language to know she was retreating, but it was confirmed when he heard Frrar groan in quiet frustration.
“Have patience, my brother. Do not give up,” Frrar growled quickly to him before following Arruk as he leapt into the branches above, Leelee held securely to his twin’s chest.
