Don’t Be A D**k

by Fox, Felicia

  “Godyesplease!” I moaned, the words running all together.

  He broke my hold on him and started rummaging in his pockets. Pulling his wallet out, he slipped a silver foiled packet out and with a swiftness, had it opened. When I looked down to watch him sheath the condom down his length, I swallowed hard at the size of him.

  The man was seriously beautiful all over. The graceful arch of the blunt head and the shaft so hard and rigid I imagined what it would be like trying to fit him into my mouth. He would have to force his length in as far as he could, but I knew there was no way to take him all. With that thought, a fresh wave of arousal came forth, readying me for him.

  He leaned over me and I reached down to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. His chest was lean. Not overly muscled but enough to let you know he keeps a gym routine going. He had the lightest dusting of midnight dark hair on his chest and abdomen leading down to his impressive cock. I watched my hands run along the skin of his chest.

  His breathing was accelerated and the rise and fall of his chest was hypnotic. I ran my teeth around his nipple and had the pleasure of seeing his body convulse. His hand pressed against the back of my head like mine had done to him earlier and I felt powerful. That I could make this man react with something like my teeth was extraordinary.

  With one hand, I shifted my panties to the side. With the other, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his arousal guiding him to me. I rubbed the tip of him up and down my pussy, teasing the both of us while spreading my wetness on him to ease his passage into me.

  His hands were balled into fists and pushing into the couch cushion to either side of my head. His face was strained and when I was ready, I had him positioned at my opening. I let him go and he slowly penetrated me. My hands clutched at his arms and my breath went out on one long and shaky exhalation. He stayed as he was for a moment and it wasn’t until I looked up into his eyes that he began to move.

  Slow, steady thrusts. He lowered his head and I leaned my head back to make his reach to my lips a bit easier. Our height difference making it a little bit of a challenge. He kissed me so sweetly, but sweet ended with that kiss. Next, he reached down to fully curl one of my legs around his waist and the other he pushed out, opening me wider. He pushed in deeper and I gasped, not having realized he had more cock to give me.

  His hips started to move in a crescendo-like rhythm. Faster and deeper and I wanted him to keep giving it to me just like that. He gave me everything I never knew I wanted. I had never even orgasmed with another person, but I could feel the building of it now. As his tempo increased, he was well and truly fucking me. With each end thrust, my breasts started to bounce out of their lace wrappings. His eyes were transfixed on my nipples as my more than ample breasts bounced.

  I was close now, but when he lowered his body down onto mine his pelvis started rubbing against my clit. I felt surrounded and filled with all of him. It was the most sensual experience of my life and I wasn’t even fully naked.

  I felt his heavy breathing and groans across the skin of my neck as he curled and released his body against mine. That stimulation sent me flying. Everything seemed to radiate from my core into every nerve ending in my body and even a few I never knew I had. By the time I came back down, I had no clue how long I orgasmed for. It felt like it had gone on and on and then again not long enough at all.

  Ryan’s hand was over my mouth and my teeth were set into his palm as he gave one last hard push into me. He shuddered and very slowly and carefully pulled out of me. He removed the condom from himself, tying up the end of it and walking to what I assumed was the bathroom. He came back, washcloth in hand and very kindly cleaned us up. He tossed the washcloth to the side and laid on the sofa with me. He pulled me over his chest and was running his fingers through my hair.

  “I hope you don’t mind that I had left most of your clothes on?”

  “I wondered, but was so caught up in the moment it became a distant thought.”

  “I have actually had this reoccurring fantasy of taking you while you wore this exact outfit. It was the first day I saw you. When I had gone up to set your computer up on what I think was your second day at the office.”

  “I remember, but I also remember you being a total dick to me that day.”

  “I know. I still couldn’t believe my own reaction. I saw you and instantly wanted you. That had only happened to me once before.” With his tone of voice, I instantly knew he must have been talking about his late wife. I was beyond flattered that he would even put meeting me in the same category as someone he loved so much but was taken away too soon.

  “Can I ask you about your wife? How she passed on?”

  “Yeah. She had an aneurysm that ruptured while she was at the grocery store. She died instantly, painlessly. When I met her in college, it was attraction at first sight. She was a spitfire and I see so much of her personality in Amelia. Although she wasn’t around her long enough to have imprinted it on to her, there it is. She looks so much like I do, but her eyes and hair are the color of Amy’s.”

  It was the first time he had said her name and I found myself just a little intimidated by his late wife’s memory. So, I squeezed him a little tighter and laid a kiss over his heart because I knew if ever I had to wear his shoes, I didn’t know if I could survive such a blow.

  In the silence, I found comfort and I thought of inviting Ryan and Amelia to Cian’s for dinner on Sunday. The looks on their faces when I walked in with the two of them would be pretty epic. More importantly, I wanted to bring them and, for the first time in my life, I imagined my life straying away from the list I so painstakingly clung to in order to bring me to this moment.

  I knew my parents would have something to say. Their attitude toward Aine was atrocious, but Cian knew what he wanted and it was her. I wasn’t sure if that was the road I was headed down with Ryan, but it was a nice thought to have while his hands stroked my back and I gently fell asleep against him.

  Continue on and get to know Aine and Cian with the first chapter of,

  “Donut Go Breaking My Heart”

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  Donut Go Breaking My Heart

  Felicia Fox

  Sneak Peek

  Chapter 1

  Do women get blue balls?

  The bell that tinkled over the door to let me know someone had entered the building was one of the most glorious sounds to chime. Sadly, I didn’t hear that lovely sound as often as I wished I would. Still, I looked up toward the customer and pasted on a smile to dazzle even the gloomiest person. At that moment I was prepared to do a song and dance out of gratitude that they chose to walk into my shop. While it was still mine, I guess.

  Unfortunately, and fortunately, Cian was the one to breeze on in through the door. Of all the days for him to co
me sauntering in it had to be today. Though usually seeing that man was the highlight of any usual day here at the Glory Hole.

  The Glory Hole, she was my quirky dream. A place that sold donut holes of all varieties and was all mine to do as I wish. Live the life I wished to live and not the one my family had tried to groom me for. She had character. Red bricks cover the façade and, on the inside, she was an explosion of bubble gum pink and some retro mint green. Sprinkle boarder wallpaper and neon signs added to the charm. The Glory Hole was a tacky goddess and I loved her.

  Now I was going to lose her. I had received the letter from the bank today to steal all hope of those dreams away. A letter that I will have wished to have not been sent. Ever. I had been behind on the mortgage and I didn’t have any equity anywhere else that I could pull from. It had put a damper on pretty much any positive feelings.

  I glanced out the window for a moment, the darkening sky helping to remind me that it was getting late. In that quick glance I caught my reflection and it showed a little too clearly that today was a rough one. My dark as midnight hair, my mother’s fancy way of saying black hair, was in a sort of rat’s nest updo thing. With flyways for days. My fair skin so very pale from the lack of sun here in Seattle, seemed to glow under the very unflattering florescent lights shining down. The black t-shirt I wore sure didn’t help with it either. Sometimes I put in a tiny bit of effort and threw on some lip balm but I didn’t even give that a go today.

  I was not a fan at the image reflected back at me. From all of the stress and work I was whippet-thin, and I know it wasn’t a flattering compliment to myself but I didn’t have it in me to be kind right now. Granted I was so damn exhausted. Drained emotionally, physically, and the saddest of all financially from taking on this business venture.

  Cian, has been a regular here for the past couple of months. Ever since construction started on the hotel going up a few blocks from here. You would think with all the hustle and bustle in this city that business would be booming as people got out and walked around the town. With the usually cool weather that maybe more people would at least stop in for coffee but alas no. I seemed to be tucked into a little corner that happened to be between two very popular coffee houses.

  I turned away from my reflection and watched in an awkward like awe at my temptation as he walked over to me. Although walk is not an apt description. He swaggered on in. Cian was a man who looked rugged and sexy and he damn well knew it. Sandy blond hair, sun kissed skin, and arms that made me picture just what it might be like to be held up against a wall as he took me with deep strokes. I internally groaned at the ongoing sexual commentary in my head.

  I needed to stop this internal pity party right now. I mean I could always turn to prostitution, maybe. Okay, no. If I am brutally honest with myself though the thought has crossed my mind one too many times in this last month. I probably wouldn’t pull much more money than a kid’s meal worth at some fast food joint.

  “Hey Cian! What can I get for you today” I say in the most upbeat voice I could possibly offer without sounding like an over-excited chihuahua. He smiled a smile that made me forget my name. Was it Anne, Amy, Alley who the fuck cared he was smiling at me. His eyes a spring green that seemed to blaze with golden light. I had a feeling they were trying to tell me dark and dirty secrets as he held me ensnared by their beckoning warmth.

  Then again Cian was an unapologetic flirt and that always helped to temper my attraction. It felt forced at times and I don’t have the time to entertain insincerity. Always ready with some kind of line and graze of fingers while he paid for his order you couldn’t help but admire the tenacity. I should ban him from this place. I have no business wanting him the way I do. Not when I have so much falling down around me. I don’t need to have a relationship doing the same on me too.

  I was probably reading too much into his advances but I have never and may never be the kind of girl who just jumps on in the sack. Though lord knows I have fantasized about doing just that recently. I’ve no clue if it is because of him or my body just needs to release all of this damn stress accumulating. The closest I get to any physical release is all my own doing. I was pretty sure half of my electric bill was from having to recharge my vibrator.

  “How is your day going, Beautiful?” he asked and I soak up the effect of that deep baritone. There were times at night when I was alone with nothing but the dark for company that I would imagine what he would sound like when he moaned. I need help. I sound like such a creeper in my own head. Ugh!

  “It’s going.”

  “Are you okay? You seem down.” His tone held the genuine inflection of a question but I was not one for dumping my issues on others. Why bring them down. It isn’t what they come in a donut shop for. So, I opted for an evasive answer instead, “Do, I?”

  “You have cognac eyes and they always seem to sparkle. Today not so much.”

  “Stop being a charmer,” I tell him as I felt the blood blooming across my cheeks.

  “I am being completely honest but for future reference is it charming you?”

  I rolled my eyes so hard at that one I was pretty sure they were going to get stuck like that.

  “Shut it Cian. What do you want?” doing my best to pretend to be stern.

  “The usual. A dozen of the Glory Hole’s best,” he said with heavy emphasis on glory and hole.

  “I could swear you love saying the name of this place more than you like the donut holes themselves.”

  “Noticed that, did you? Are you ever going to tell me why you went with that for name?”

  “Yes and no will be the answer to that.”

  It was actually a funny story cooked up by a friend of mine and I after stopping at the craziest truck stop ever. Whenever asked I would always wink and say wouldn’t you like to know. In reality I was sure that no one would actually want to hear that story as they are stuffing balls of glazed covered dough into their mouths.

  “Is it because it requires a visual and or hands on explanation? I volunteer if that’s what is needed.” For a second there the image of him volunteering flashed through my libido like wild fire. I had the clear image of him standing tall with his broad shoulders back. His hand snaked through the hair at the back of my head, gripping while I am on my knees, cheeks hollowed out as he thrusts what I hoping to be a fairly nice sized cock into my mouth. I mentally slap myself in the face. Get it together Aine and say something witty, damn it!

  “Ha. Ha. I will get Big Rick right on that to help you out with what I am sure would be a very entertaining demonstration.” He let out a booming laugh. And my answering smile must have made me look like a loon but it also made me feel like I won a tic mark in this game of back and forth we usually got into.

  “There it is,” he almost whispers while licking his lower lip. The pink tip of his tongue making my mind blank out for two-point-five seconds. I shake my head a respond back hoping with everything I didn’t look too foolish.

  “Let me go grab your order. I will be right back,” I said, but to myself I mumbled, “After a cold whore’s bath and an ice pack.” I pushed my way through my beast of a door and looked back through the circular window that was inset into it. Cian had this sweet, dopey little look on his face and something in it made my heart clench. Maybe he was being sincere or maybe I want him to be so much so that I was willing to see what wasn’t really there. Making any excuse to finally say yes to him.

  Other works by Felicia Fox

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  We'd never even spoken and I couldn't get her out of my head. I saw her almost every day and, God, she made my lady parts sing. But it wasn’t just what she did to me physically. Whenever I looked at her, my imagination ran away with me and I couldn’t help but picture her hands on me. I couldn’t help but wonder what her skin tasted like. I would imagine the heat of her body against mine. Feel the crush of her lips. She became the star of every one of my fantasies. And when we finally spoke, I was entranced by her voice, spurred
to near climax by a wild encounter. It was then she began to unravel me and held me tight as everything in my world turned upside down. My Vixen.

  Come, take a journey with Felicity as she falls deeper down the rabbit hole, into the dark and erotic succubus world of Alex. Secrets, lies, and betrayal at every turn cannot stop their passion from consuming them. Will their love for each other conquer all, or will they meet their end at the hands of a madman?

  About the Author

  Felicia Fox hails from Northern California. She has her Associate's degree in Applied Sciences, but has always known she wanted to be an author. A lover of arts and crafts, pin up looks, and avid reader, Felicia enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. The Consumed Series, Vixen, Emma, and Donut Go Breaking My Heart are her published titles. She also has an Anthology short, "He Said Yes," in Naughty Bedtime Stories (Second Chances) and Mermaid Water (30 Dirty Martinis).

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