Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  He gently brushes my clit, and it's like all my nerves explode. I moan loudly.

  "That's my girl,” he says playfully.

  He thrusts his fingers faster inside of me until I cum again. I relax into the couch. He holds me and kisses me.

  "I wasn't expecting you to be this insatiable,” he says teasingly. I laugh at him.

  I say nothing as I get up from the couch, taking him by the hand. He looks at me, confused. I lead him into the bathroom and start the shower. After stripping off the rest of our clothes, I pull him in with me.

  The warm water is already creating steam. It feels so good, I stand under it for a few minutes. I flip my wet hair over my shoulder and turn to face him. He still looks confused. I sink to my knees in front of him, the water in the shower raining down on us.

  He looks at me in surprise as I take his cock in my hand and stoke it gently. Slowly, I feel it harden in my hand. His eyes widen as I put it in my mouth, slowly sliding it back and forth, as deep as I can go. I can hear his sharp intake of breath. Our eyes remain locked. I go slowly until he can bear it no more.

  "Faster,” he says through gritted teeth.

  I slide him in my mouth, faster and faster, until I can feel his cum, warm inside of me. I look at him and swallow. He stares at me, open-mouthed.

  I stand up and look at him. Now, I'm embarrassed.

  "Sorry. It was just the heat of the moment, and I wanted to try it,” I say.

  He grabs me and hugs me tightly.

  Afterwards, we take turns washing each other and relaxing under the water. When we are done in the shower, I dress in my comfy sweats. I offer him my robe, and he compliments me on how soft it is.

  Afterwards, we listen to music together. I clean up the living room again, and then challenge him to another video game, which happily agrees to. After playing for a while, I start distracting him with kisses.

  He laughs and pins me to the couch, climbing on top of me and sliding into me again. I wrap my legs around him. I don't think I'll ever get tired of doing this. I feel myself losing control and I cum again. He kisses me gently before sliding out of me.

  "But, what about you?" I ask.

  He shakes his head.

  "I just want to take care of you,” he replies.

  My heart melts. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. After a few minutes, I let him go, and we resume playing video games. This is the best night I have ever had. I tell him that, and we both smile happily at each other.

  "Me too,” he says.

  We both fall asleep, cuddling on the couch. I wake in the middle of the night and watch him. I can't believe how lucky I am, that I actually ended up with him. I kiss his lips, and he moans in his sleep.

  I give him a little smile before scooting as close as I can to him and going back to sleep. I never imagined that anyone could make me feel this happy. I'm so lucky, probably the luckiest woman in the world. At least, I feel like I am. I know I'm probably smiling in my sleep.

  Epilogue - Chris

  Six Months Later

  This has been a crazy six months. The most enjoyable part was Stacey and I being able to date all throughout the summer and fall. We were happy and delighted when the pandemic restriction eased up, and we both received an email that the schools would be opening again.

  Stacey hugged me when she read that, saying, "I can't wait to see the kids again."

  I smiled and replied, "Me too."

  I genuinely meant it. I really enjoy my job.

  A few days later, Stacey is sitting at the kitchen table, looking through housing listings online. We made the decision to buy a house at the beginning of the year. It's getting kind of cramped, living in her apartment. I have already gotten rid of my place.

  I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I gently kiss the top of her head. She looks up at me and smiles.

  "I have something to tell you," I say.

  "Ok,” she says, turning away from her computer to face me.

  I sit in the chair next to her.

  "Remember how I said that you wouldn't be my TA anymore, and that you would be getting a promotion?" I ask.

  She thinks for a minute, then nods.

  "Well, I spoke to the school district…”

  I pull out an email that I had printed it out. She looks at me, confused.

  "Read it out loud.”

  She takes the paper from me.

  "’We are pleased to inform you that history will be taught jointly by our exceptional teachers, Mr. Chris Winston and Ms. Stacey Mikhailov, at the start of the school year.’"

  She cries out happily, leaning forward to hug me tightly. I hug her back. "Oh, thank you! This is the best news ever!”

  I smile. "I'm glad. You more than deserved this,” I say.

  She lets go of me and looks at the paper once more. I smile as I watch her; she looks so beautiful and adorable right now. I decide to take things further and do something extra special.

  "Excuse me, Miss Stacey?" I ask.

  She looks up at me, puzzled.

  "What are you doing?" she asks.

  "I was wondering if I could take you on that coffee date, since the coffee shop near here is open now?" I ask.

  It takes her a few seconds to get it. She giggles and blushes before going along with it.

  "Well, I need to get ready. How about I meet you at the front door in 30 minutes?" she asks.

  "Sounds like a plan," I say with a wink.

  She kisses me before running off to get ready.

  I smile and clean up the room before going to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterwards, I sit on the couch to wait.

  Thirty minutes later, she walks to the front door. She smells clean and fresh. She's dressed for the warm weather in a cute sundress and sandals. She grabs her purse and keys.

  "Miss Stacey, you look lovely," I say as I open the door for her.

  "Thank you, Mr. Winston. You look very handsome today," she says as we walk outside.

  She reaches for my hand as we walk. It's a nice day outside, so we walk all the way to the coffee shop. I open the door for her and pull out her chair.

  "Such a gentleman," she says.

  "Well, this is a first date," I say as I go to get our coffees.

  Afterwards, I sit across from her. We sip our coffees and look out the window. She sighs happily.

  "I couldn't picture today being any better," she says.

  "I agree. Except, there is one thing I want to do differently about this first date," I say.

  "What's that?" she asks curiously.

  "I want to take you home right away to hit that. Now that I think about it, I wish I had done that then, too," I say, smiling.

  She laughs and sips her coffee. "You know, it’s funny," she says after a moment.

  "What is?" I ask her.

  "Well, the way we met and started our relationship was very unusual, but I don't regret it," she says.

  I look at her in surprise.

  "In fact, I love it, and I wouldn't change a thing about it."

  She goes back to drinking her coffee.

  "I'm really happy to hear you say that," I say, getting up from the table. She watches me curiously, and her eyes widen with shock as I get down on one knee in front of her.

  “Ms. Stacey Mikhailov?" I ask her.

  "Yes, Mr. Chris Winston?" she says, her voice quivering with emotion.

  "These past six months have been the best of my life. The only thing that could make them better is if you agreed to be my wife.” I pull a box from my pocket and open it.

  "Oh, Chris, yes!"

  I put the ring on her finger. She rushes to wrap her arms around me. We hug each other tight and kiss. People around us in the coffee shop clap. I let Stacey go and she brushes away her tears.

  "Let's go,” she whispers softly.

  "But, what about our coffees?" I ask.

  "Just leave it,” she says.

  She grabs me by the hand and pulls me out the door. We
hurry down the sidewalk and back to her apartment. She grabs the keys and opens the door.

  As soon as we are inside, her lips are on mine. I close the door. We walk backwards down the hall to the bedroom, pulling off our clothes as we go.

  “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Winston,” she says. “And not just because I can finally ditch my long and cumbersome last name.”

  “I heard it’s a mouthful,” I tell her. “And I still remember when I gave you mouthful of something in the shower.”

  “Oh, my God, you heard me say that?” she gasps. “And you took it that way, too? I was hoping you weren’t paying attention!”

  “Of course I did,” I tell her. “And I saw you blush. I was just pretending not to pay attention because I didn’t want it to be obvious how much I wanted you. It wasn’t very professional of us.”

  “It certainly wasn’t,” she laughs. “But it all worked out in the end.”

  “It sure did.”

  She lies naked on the bed and I enjoy staring at her curvy body. I climb on top of her without hesitation. I love that she has such a voracious sexual appetite.

  I'm already inside of her. Her arms are up over her head. I love that because it pushes her breasts out even more. I take one in my hand and squeeze it, and I take the other one’s nipple into my mouth and suck on it.

  “Mmmm,” she moans, arching her back. “That feels so good.”

  I bite it just a little bit, and she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her pussy gets even wetter. I thrust harder and rougher. I'm so turned on because she's so into it.

  I flash back again to when she gave me the blowjob in the shower. That was shocking. I'm even more turned on. I continue to suck her nipples and bite them a bit and make her moan. I love that I am her one and only.

  Her body was taken by me and belongs to me.

  When I see my big, hard cock pushing in and out of her little, wet, pussy hole, stretching it to the max, I’m in Heaven. I twist one of her nipples in my hand while sucking on the other one.

  “Yes, Chris, yes!” she shouts out. “That feels so good. I’m cumming.”

  “Fuck yeah,” I tell her. “Cum on my dick while it’s inside your pussy.”

  “You’re stuffing me so full,” she moans, throwing her head back and moaning in ecstasy. “You fill me up to the brim and it feels so good.”

  “Yeah, I pound that little pussy hard and cram it full, because it belongs to me,” I tell her.

  “Yes,” she says. “Yes, it does.”

  I fuck her harder and harder until I cum in her, crying out her name. I start to hope I put a baby in her; I’d love for us to be parents together.

  We lay there in each other's arms. Both of us are unable to move or speak.

  "That was intense,” she says finally.

  I'm worried that I was too rough, but when I look at her, she's smiling. I truly feel like this woman is my other half.

  I wrap my arms around her and say, “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, my fiancé,” she says happily. “Thanks for always taking care of me.”

  “Of course, my love. Any time. That’s part of my job, you know.”

  We lie there, kissing until we fall asleep.

  THE END

  Under Lock and Key

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

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  Chapter 1 – Samantha

  Just one day after pulling up outside my new apartment building and unloading all of my boxes, with my loyal German Shepherd by my side, I can actually say any excitement I initially felt about this move is completely gone. That is definitely disappointing, but it's not my fault.

  I’m heading back to my apartment after getting my mail, and my new landlord walks up to talk to me. I expect a friendly "hello," or a "good morning," but boy, am I in for a surprise. He immediately starts complaining about my dog.

  I don't understand this! I had specifically called ahead to see whether I could have a dog before signing the lease, and he had said that I could. The lease had said “no dogs,” which is why I had called, but he had said he would make an exception for me.

  I don't think I have ever been so angry at anyone before. I haven't even been here that long, and I already hate this landlord.

  I tap my foot impatiently as he explains to me again, "I'm sorry miss, but you can't have that dog here. It's just too big and too mean. When I said you could have a dog, I thought you meant a little one, since this is a small apartment. Little ones are annoying and yappy, but they’re not big and mean-looking like yours is."

  I can tell that he's trying not to sound aggressive because he's scared of my dog. Boxes are lined up around us as we stand in the hallway outside what was supposed to be my new apartment. But with the way things are going right now, it doesn't look like that is going to last very long. I glare at him.

  "You know you said I could have a dog. You didn't specify any extra requirements or anything. Even though the lease says no dogs allowed, you said I was allowed to move in here with him," I snap. “I wouldn’t have come here otherwise, without my Mr. Barker. Plus, he’s not mean.”

  Mr. Barker whines at my feet. I try to calm down, but it's not working. I want to pull out the lease and shake it in his face. I do not need this kind of problem.

  "I'm sorry, but I’m free to change my mind. I told you you could have a dog and now I can tell you can’t," the landlord finally snaps back at me. “The only thing that’s in writing says no dogs. Tough luck, kid.”

  "We haven't even lived here that long. You don't even know us," I try to plead.

  My German Shepherd is perfectly loveable. Although he's protective of me, he wouldn't hurt anyone. He pants happily next to me. The landlord looks us both over.

  "Sorry, those are my rules," he replies again.

  Why is he being so unfair?

  I feel like everything in life is unfair right now.

  This is not how today was supposed to go.

  "Fine, I will just take my stuff and move somewhere else," I reply childishly.

  I'm fed up with this man, and I don't have time to keep arguing about petty stuff right now.

  "That's fine with me," the landlord replies, and then he just walks away.

  Muttering angrily, I grab my boxes, which only takes me a little while, since I didn't have time to unpack very much.

  After I put everything into it, my car is cramped, packed with all my belongings. I make my dog comfortable in the passenger seat and stuff the back with boxes. I climb in and start the car, then peel out and speed away in anger.

  I can't help it. I'm worried now that all this nonsense has made me late for work.

  I brake suddenly, almost running a red light. I let out a sigh of frustration and try not to cry angry tears.

  "Why doesn't anything work out for me?" I ask myself quietly.

  Nothing has been going right for me lately. This move was supposed to change that. It was supposed to shake things up and make life more exciting. I don't see that happening now.

  Mr. Barker looks out the window happily as we drive. I’m almost jealous - it must be so nice to be worry-free. I reach over and give him an affectionate pat on the head, before sighing in disappointment again.

  Everything has gone off the rails. This whole move was supposed to be exciting and fun. I was going to get to explore a new area and meet new people. Between work and unpacking, I haven't had time to do any of that.

  Now I have to worry about finding a new place to live, again. That's going to be a giant headache.

  I have to hurry to get to work in time. After I make a quick detour to drop my dog off at a friend's house for the day, I realize I’m going to be late.

  Hopefully no one will notice. My boss is always looking at me like he has a crush on me, and he’s really busy with work all the time, so he lets a lot slide. I’m grateful for that. It also doesn’t h
urt that’s he hot as fuck.

  I feel a little calmer now as I come up with a plan for what to do next. I will just apologize as soon as I get to work. And as for another place to live, well, I'm glad I saved the addresses of other possible places to rent from my previous house-searching efforts. None of them are too far away from the office, so I decide that I’ll check them out on my lunch break.

  Even though the problem is pretty much solved, I'm still ticked off that the landlord treated me like that. I usually don't hold grudges, but I guess I'm just so upset at the way things don't seem to be working out for me lately. At least work is going well for now. That's the one steady thing I have in my life at the moment.

  I've already been on edge all week because everyone has been panicking about getting sick. All this unnecessary stress is just making me more of a wreck. It just goes to show you that anything can happen during the day. It's just my luck that this kind of stuff seems to always happen to me, though.

  Actually, this is beyond bad luck. I take a sip of my coffee and try to force the stress to melt away. I don't want to start my day in a bad mood. That’s pretty difficult right now, but I'm trying.

  I pull into the parking lot outside the office, trying to hurry up, but I look a mess. I reapply my makeup and straighten my clothes as quickly as I can. Then I grab my purse and rush inside the office building.

  Work is always busy, so at least it's sure to distract me from everything that's happened this morning, I tell myself. As long as I don’t get fired for being late.

  Chapter 2 - Ben

  It's been a crazy morning here at Morris Financial, the firm I run. I'm in a meeting with my department heads. We are discussing whether or not to close the business for now because of the virus going around. One of them says what we’re all thinking.

  “It only makes sense that we close MoFi. Everything else in the city is shut down already."