Burn Erotica

by Jade Stone

  BURN... EROTICA

  by

  JADE STONE

  TORRID BOOKS

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  Copyright © 2016 by JADE STONE

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  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

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  ISBN: 978-1-68299-204-3

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Kris Norris

  Editor: Fern Valentine

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Serve

  Back in my last year at high school, all the girls in my gym class had a crush on Mr. Jameson. And I was no exception. I didn’t care much for sports, much preferring drama and English literature lessons. Until Mr. Jameson arrived half way through the year. Suddenly hockey, tennis and basketball became a whole lot more interesting.

  I’d peg him about twenty-seven, which is now four years younger than I am. We’d heard he’d once been destined for a professional football career, until a shoulder injury dashed those hopes. I wondered how he felt about having to teach us giggling fools, when he could’ve had fame and fortune.

  I had lost my virginity to my boyfriend Nick just over a year ago, on my seventeenth birthday, and it was nothing to rave about. Sex with him wasn’t particularly bad, but it certainly wasn’t good. Nick thought it was, but he just didn’t get it. Grabbing at my boobs and grunting while he thrusted away was getting pretty boring.

  I’d watch Mr. Jameson demonstrate his dribbling skills during basketball, his tanned arms ripped by what was no doubt a rigorous fitness regime. His thick brown hair tied back in a ponytail, partly bleached by the sun, and I’d imagine running my fingers through it. My boyfriend’s lanky white arms and knobby fingers were becoming more and more unappealing.

  During another forgettable sex session with Nick I started thinking about Mr. Jameson... Jared, was his name, apparently. Nick started to go down on me, pushing a knobby finger inside me as he sucked on my clit. The slurping noise he made during this act was getting really annoying. His finger inside me was starting to hurt, too, as he pushed it in and out. Then I shrieked out in pain and pushed his head away.

  “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.

  I leaned over the bed doubled over.

  “You bit me,” I growled.

  Nick was very apologetic, but at that moment I decided we were done. I went home and told him the next day we were over. Nick, thankfully, took it well.

  I went off to gym class. It was now summer, and Mr. Jameson was looking better than ever. We were playing tennis for the next three weeks, and I’d made sure my new skirt was just a bit shorter than it needed to be. When I walked out on to the court I saw him look at me about a second longer than he needed to, then look away. I was taken by surprise at the heat that suddenly burned between my legs. I looked back at him, and saw he was eyeing me again, just for a second, before he turned around and addressed the class. I stood awkwardly with my tennis racquet; what the hell was I doing? I forced myself to think about the trouble he could be in if he ever made an advance toward me, then told myself I was of legal age, was it really so bad...?

  “Ursula.”

  I snapped awake. He was looking at me. So was everyone else.

  “Join me on the court please. Everyone watch Ursula; she’s mastered her serve very well.”

  I was very pleased. I had practiced whacking the ball against the wall at home the past few weeks.

  I performed a perfect serve, and Jared thrashed the ball back at me. I hit it right back, and he smashed it back again. I could feel my tits bounce around as I darted all over my side of the court. I could feel the boys watching them, and I knew the one across from me had noticed them, too. The heat between my legs had returned with a vengeance. I was so on fire I hit the ball harder than I ever had before. We went on like this until he hit the ball into the net. Everyone clapped and cheered, no one had beat Jared at anything before.

  Jared wiped his brow with his towel.

  “Well done,” he said, tossing the ball at me.

  I paired up with one of the girls for the remainder of the lesson.

  At the end, I decided to be the helpful student and collected everyone’s racquets. I was going to end up alone in the shed putting them away, only I was hoping I wouldn’t stay alone....

  I took my time putting the racquets away, when I finally finished, I was still alone in the shed. I swallowed my disappointment and went to leave. Someone darkened the doorway.

  “You forgot my racquet.”

  He threw it toward me; I caught it by the handle. I twirled it in my hand.

  “Did you let me win?” I asked, eyeing him.

  “No, I did not,” he replied. “You have quite a talent on that court; I have noticed.”

  “I have talents in a few things…”

  “Really...? What might those other things be?”

  “Ah, not all of them are recognised scholastically...”

  I reached up to place his racquet on the wall. My ass poked out as I reached up, and I knew my flat, tanned stomach was showing under my shirt. He took a step toward me, then leaned against the bench, folding his arms. His biceps bulged under his hands. I felt a surge of desire wash over me. Something I had always hoped would happen with Nick, but it never did.

  I realised the buttons on my shirt were undone all the way down to my cleavage. He had noticed, too.

  “I’m sure a smart girl like you can educate me,” he said softly. “Especially if you’re as talented off court as you are on. I bet you are...”

  We faced each other. And I suddenly became aware of the enormity of what I was doing. I was eighteen, and I was seducing a man almost ten years older than me. My teacher. Or was he seducing me? At that moment it was unclear, but what was very clear was I had never wanted a man to fuck me as badly as I did at that moment. I could now smell his aftershave. It wafted into me and stung me between my legs. My mouth went dry, I couldn’t talk. Somehow I found my voice again.

  “I’m quite a fan of indoor sport...” I said huskily.

  I looked deep into his eyes, which he hadn’t taken off me since he came in here.

  “Which one?” he asked quietly.

  I stepped closer. Now I could feel his body heat against mine. But he still wouldn’t touch me.

  “Which one is your favourite?” I breathed.

  “You first,” he whispered.

  About two seconds ticked by, then I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him. His arms went around me as he pushed me against the wall. His mouth covered mine as I sank into him, his strong hands running down my back. I gasped as I felt his rock hard cock press against my stomach through his trousers. His hands reached my ass, he cupped my cheeks in both hands, then moved his hands back up to my waist. He ran his hands under my shirt, lifting it over my head. He pulled away from me, looking down at my chest. I felt my nipples harden under my tight black sports bra. He pushed my bra up, making my tits po
p out. He expertly unclicked my bra, and it fell to the floor. He kissed me again, then dropped his mouth to my neck, kissing down to my chest. He took a nipple between his lips, looking up at me as he pulled my breast into his mouth. I let out a moan and ran my hands over his hair, undoing his ponytail. His shoulder length hair brushed against my other nipple before he took it in his mouth. My hard nipples gleamed in the sunlight as he kissed down my stomach. Then he came back up and kissed me again. I melted into his kiss, I had never been kissed like this in my life.

  “Oh my God...” I gasped, as he kissed up and down my neck again.

  His kisses were hard, almost like he was biting my neck. My mouth fell open in a silent cry as the heat of his kisses surged down between my thighs. I began to ache there.

  “You are a very beautiful and talented woman,” he breathed into my ear.

  No one had ever called me a woman before. The desire washed over me like white heat. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He caressed my ass under my skirt, then reached up and started peeling down my underwear. I lowered my legs from around his waist as my thong slipped past my knees and rested on the floor. His hand slid up my inner thighs, reaching my pussy, which was now wet and pulsing. I gasped again as he slipped two fingers inside me, using his thumb to gently rub my clit. My muscles started to clench around his fingers as he drove me wild, his thumb pushing my clit down, stroking it in a circular motion. My back arched and my neck gave way, my chest heaved in his face. I was gonna climax. My first orgasm with someone else...

  Then he took his hand away.

  “Don’t stop!” I squeaked.

  He just smiled and put his hands back on my ass. He hoisted me up onto the bench, then put his hands on my knees, and gently pushed my legs apart.

  My knees began to tremble, I wanted his cock in me so badly. Then I felt the sun on me again. The door was wide open. Anyone could come in and see us! I suddenly felt very selfish. I grabbed his face with both hands.

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble,” I whispered.

  “I resigned on Monday,” he whispered back. “I’ll be gone by next week.”

  I started to tremble again. Everywhere. I wanted him to fuck me more than anything.

  “We can stop if you want,” he said gently.

  I saw the bulge in his pants. I could barely breathe. I grabbed his belt and unfastened it. His cock came out in my hand, it was huge. It throbbed in my palm. I pulled it toward me.

  “Please fuck me,” I breathed.

  He grabbed my waist and pulled me to the edge of the bench. I let out a cry as the head of his cock pushed at my entrance, getting bigger as it slid deep inside, all the way in. I pressed my legs around his waist as my pussy accepted his huge cock. I lay my back down on the bench as he pinched one of my nipples.

  “Do you really want this?” he rasped.

  “Yes!” I cried.

  He slid his cock back down, and I gasped in shock as he slammed it back up inside me. And again. And again. I didn’t know a man’s cock could feel this incredible! He slammed it in and out as I put my hands over my mouth to stop screaming out. He put a hand on my chest and held me down, fucking me harder and harder. I saw the open door again. Suddenly the thought of someone walking in on us became a real turn on. I imagined what it would look like, me sprawled out on the bench, wearing nothing but my shoes and tennis skirt around my waist, with my teacher fucking the living daylights out of me.

  I clenched my pussy tighter around his cock, feeling it get even bigger inside me. My pussy began to convulse around it as it pounded in and out of me. I squeezed my hands around my mouth, grabbing my face tight to keep from screaming. Then I felt my back arch up. I started to shake. I realised I had lost control, I bit down on my hand as my body writhed around on the bench. I closed my eyes, I didn’t want my orgasm to end. I started to feel him quiver as well, his cock pulsating harder inside me. He grabbed me round the waist and pushed himself even further in. He let out a groan as I felt a warm explosion deep inside me. My body continued convulsing around his cock, absorbing the warm liquid. He grasped my waist and pulled me up into his arms. We held each other, neither of us moving for a long moment, then he relaxed. He slowly pulled out of me. I sat with my legs over the bench, my breathing still laboured from the incredible orgasm he had just given me.

  He turned his back and did his pants up. I finally found my breath again.

  “Mr. Jameson –”

  He turned his head and smiled.

  “Please, call me Jared.”

  “Jared. Thank you. For the extra tuition.”

  Jared winked at me. “You’ve definitely passed my class.”

  And with that he was gone.

  I got down from the bench and quickly put my bra and shirt back on. I found my underwear. They were soaking wet.

  Next week Jared wouldn’t be here. I decided I’d been here long enough as well.

  Today, high school graduation had come early.

  Hot Seat

  They say it’s lonely at the top, and it’s the truth. But, one has to weigh up the pluses and minuses, and while there have definitely been some sacrifices required to sit in this chair, ultimately they are outweighed by the pluses.

  When I think back, I don’t know why I was in such a hurry to be the CEO. In my thirties, I told myself that by the time I was forty, I was gonna run this company. And I did. Still am, actually.

  I’m forty-seven now, and I’ve had enough. It’s time to move on. There are a lot of things I want to do before I turn fifty that I can’t do while I’m here. I have decided to announce my resignation today, at my regular meeting with my senior leadership team.

  I walk along the corridor back to my office—the corner office with the mahogany desk, leather couch and giant fish tank. I didn’t ask for that crap; I inherited it. My predecessor owned that stuff, and I never got round to replacing it—too damned busy fixing the mess he left behind. I still shake my head in disbelief at his fuckups. I run one of the country’s biggest food processing companies, and there’s no room for error when you deal with food; people can get sick, possibly even die. It was never proven, but this clown allowed stock to be released that contained bacteria, and people got sick—a baby died. My stomach still knots up when I think about it. Within one month of me being on the job, the shit hit the fan, and the media were all over us, me especially. How could such a thing happen, they asked, and did I feel bad, they asked. I felt like shit. But you can’t play the blame game when you’re CEO, you can’t say it’s not my fault, you have to own it; it was now my circus, my monkeys. Thank fuck there’s never been a repeat of that.

  I can already feel the tension in my shoulders releasing, draining out as I walk the corridor, knowing I will be announcing my resignation soon. One of the hardest things about my job is the cool exterior that is required at all times, especially when I’m negotiating deals and dealing with idiots who just need a smack in the head. If my staff knew what goes through my head, if they knew how scared I am sometimes, they’d march me out of the building in disgust. But ultimately I love a challenge—when others see problems, I see challenges—and I have loved this challenge. I smile to myself, knowing my work here is done, and I will leave this place in the best place it’s ever been, and my smile widens, knowing I am leaving with someone…

  And there she is. Nina. A senior member of my legal counsel. Nina is one of the reasons there’s never been a repeat of the bullshit my predecessor left behind. At only twenty-nine, she has a razor sharp mind. She anticipates problems before they happen, and she’ll chew anyone’s argument up and spit it out before they can even lay it out. She’s brilliant. I take in the view before me. Her blonde hair flowing across her shoulders, her exotic green eyes crowned by her exceptionally long eyelashes. She’s wearing a figure-hugging, black skirt suit that shows off her petite figure; it airs of sophistication and commands respect. Her black stilettos lengthen her perfectly tanned legs. She has the hottest tits and
ass I’ve ever seen. And the best part, she’s fucking me.

  Because in the last six months I decided to break one of my cardinal rules, I dipped my quill into the company ink. And it’s been worth every moment.

  Nina grins when she sees me.

  “Hey, boss.”

  “Hi, Nina, how are you?” I reply.

  I make sure I don’t look overly delighted to see her, this facade I must maintain when there are people around is both exciting and exhausting. I open the door and hold it open for her as she steps through. I discreetly check out her sweet ass as she walks past me, I’m tempted to give it a friendly tap, but I resist; it would just be my luck someone saw it and everything would be over. When you’re the CEO, your every move is scrutinised. I am more than happy to do things like holding the door open for someone, but you never want to be accused of favouritism, and you especially don’t want to be known as ‘that guy’ who sleazes onto the ladies by overtly checking them out, laying on unnecessary compliments or being a nuisance. The tone of the boss is the tone of the company, and I don’t want anyone else thinking they can do that either, with the exception of Nina, who can sexually harass me as much as she wants—in private.

  Ten minutes till my meeting with the senior staff, where I will tell them I’m leaving. But I’m already distracted. Nina’s hot ass struts ahead of me above her black stilettos.

  “Nina, have you got a moment?” I ask.

  “Sure,” she replies, following me to my office.

  I still pinch myself that Nina is in love with me, and the way it happened. When you become the CEO of a well-known company, you do get a big spike in women who are suddenly interested in you, but if you’ve got any brains, you know it’s because of the prestige of your job, and the big salary. I even made it to number two in a newspaper poll of the country’s hottest CEO’s, which was pretty strange—you don’t anticipate that sort of coverage when you take the job! But Nina is not interested in any of that. She had already made her first million by twenty-one, importing an exotic flower that dumb rich bastards pay through the nose to have in their foyers. By age twenty-four, she’d left a big impression with her skills at a top law firm and became one of the most sought-after lawyers in town. She certainly doesn’t need me. She’s completely different to my ex-wife, who left me two years ago after twenty-one years together. She was a lazy bitch. Smart, but lazy. In the end, all she did was play tennis and spend my money. I don’t know what bothered me most, when I found out the guy she’s now with had been fucking her when she was still with me, or my utter indifference to it. I guess the neglect of my marriage was one of the prices I paid when I took this job. But if I’m truly honest, the ex and I had drifted apart even before that, and neither of us cared enough to do anything about it.