Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  Keeping up the appearance of professionalism during the day and making hot, sexy love at night, my beautiful master blessing me with buckets worth of his glorious cum.

  Despite our caution. I was fairly certain Thomas and Lauren were beginning to suspect something was going on with us. Not only because I would sometimes be walking a little funny when I came in for breakfast after a night’s worth of beautiful rutting. Even so, we were looking forward to our last couple of nights together before going back to our regular lives. He hadn’t actually talked about it yet, but I had a feeling we were more or less together even if we would have to keep it a secret to protect the company. The best laid plans.

  It was a dinner like any other. The four of us sat around the table in the ship’s luxury dining room. Max did his very best to give the impression of aloof professionalism. Thomas and Lauren made small talk. Then a bomb, shaking our entire world, came in the form of a reporter appearing on a nearby TV.

  “… the imposed travel ban will extend to U.S. citizens currently abroad.”

  Chapter Ten - Max

  There were many things I could fairly be called. Some of them were good. Others were bad. A few more were in the latter category than I would really like. But one thing that could never be said about Maxwell James Morgan was that I gave up easily.

  The first order of business was to find out more about the travel ban. Easy enough, given the ships lighting fast Wi-Fi. The good news was I that had convinced officials at the Marsh Harbor airport to extend our return tickets until we were allowed to re-enter the US, which looked like it could be a good long while.

  It sounded like an agitated woodpecker. I tried to ignore it, but the knocks just came again and again, running the risk of driving me mad. Moving across the large cabin, in a less than genial mood, my attitude readjusted itself when I saw the one knocking on my chamber door.

  “Busted!” Lauren sang.

  “What are you on about?”

  “Oh, come on, don’t even try to lie,” she said, forcing her way into the cabin.

  “I really don’t - ”

  “Oh yes! Right there! Fucking my tight little pussy, Max! Fuck me hard!”

  Carrie’s exact words, said in a surprisingly good impression. Fuck. I could smack myself for not realizing that Lauren’s cabin was right next to ours and the walls, while nice, really weren’t very soundproof.

  As pissed as I was at myself, I was even more pissed at her. She knew full well it could ruin my reputation if it ever got out that I was boinking my assistant. A good number of the more conservative clients would be vaporized.

  “What do you want?” I asked, assuming she was blackmailing me.

  “A raise of course. For starters at least, and then we’ll see,” she said with a vulgar wink.

  I had been fairly certain she was just using me to gain money. Turned out she wanted sex and power too. I could have given her a costume and a catchphrase, and she could have been a z-grade supervillain.

  The travel ban was going to go on for a while, so I had time to weigh my options. I never actually agreed to Lauren’s demands. I just made it sound like I would. I needed to get back to American shores before I could really access my finances. It was bullshit of course, but she believed it.

  She wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Even so, I figured it would be best if Carrie and I stayed away from each other for a while both by day and by night. Just in case. Not being an idiot, I texted the love of my existence and let her know what was going on and what my plan was. Text messages were generally more difficult to intercept than any other medium.

  Soon enough, the ship took us back to the island. With some of my legendary negotiating skills, I got them to give us another four rooms indefinitely for half price per room. I didn’t get rich by spending money I didn’t have to.

  I made sure that Carrie and I were nowhere near each other in terms of our rooms. We barely even looked at each other at meals. It hurt like hell. It was like someone stuck a knife in my rib cage. But what no one knew was that I was evolving a plan.

  It took two weeks for the travel ban to lift, but even then, there were some pretty strict limits put on the populace. One of them was that we stay inside for a minimum of two weeks. No one ever actually specified who had to stay where.

  “Wow, this place is huge,” Carrie said, sitting on the antique couch in the living room.

  We would take care of her lease and I would of course pay to have her stuff moved in, but all that could wait. What was really important was that we were home and we were together. At least we would be.

  “What are you doing?” Carrie asked.

  “I just have one thing to do, then I’ll show you the bedroom.”

  “Do you really think it's safe?”

  “Perfectly. I have decided I really don’t give a shit who knows about us, because I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she said, getting just a little bit misty.

  Working her way up from the couch, she took me in a loving embrace, her face pressing gently onto my chest.

  “I also just fired Lauren and promoted Thomas,” I added.

  Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I took Carrie by the hand and guided her into the master bedroom, laying her out on the beautiful four-post bed.

  “Wow,” she said again, gazing around the bedroom.

  “I know, right?”

  It was summer, so she was wearing a light summer dress. It made it much easier to strip her naked. She was bare but for her back brace, which I had gotten really used to working around over the last month.

  Stripping myself down to nothing, I joined my beautiful lover on the big old bed, all the love I had been holding onto since Lauren’s threat pouring out in the form of kisses all over her luscious body.

  I worked my way to her tender little pussy. Lightly opening her legs a little bit more, I buried my face into her sweet tenderness, holding her by the hips to keep her still and avoid any serious injury.

  Bringing her to the very gates of ecstasy, I smothered her beautiful pussy in tender, soft kisses as she came down. Carrie stroked my hair with both hands.

  Turning her gently onto her side, which we found to be our favorite position, I licked my way up her side, ending at her lovely neck. The head of my cock pressed up against her beautiful pussy. Both of us were desperate for what was going to happen next. It was a tender joy we hadn’t been able to indulge for far too long.

  My huge cock deftly worked inside her beautiful little pussy. Her tender lips hugged me as I pumped her, to a higher state of consciousness.

  Epilogue

  This too shall pass. Great advice which also turns out to be true. Not that having to stay inside together was the worst thing in the world.

  If anything, it gave Max and me time to really get to know each other in more than just the Biblical way. As it turned out, we had similarly interesting histories. Both of us had dreams that didn’t quite work out.

  Destiny got in the way, minor infractions in the grand scheme mostly made up for by the fact that Max and I had been brought together. It was a chance we fully intended to make the best of.

  “What’s happening?” I asked, doing up my robe as I came into the living room.

  “It’s over!”

  “What’s over?”

  “The lockdown. The situation just went to green. We are open!”

  That wasn’t the only thing that was open. Max and I decided to date openly. We actually called a meeting at the office to let everyone know, just so there weren’t any unseemly rumors. To our surprise, everyone was really supportive and actually planned a surprise party for our anniversary.

  Things were humming along quite nicely with the company as well. Mitch fully recovered from his cold and the Whitman account came through with flying colors. As did the over $1,000,000 worth of new accounts started by the competition, securing the future for the company.

  I wasn’t sure at first, mostly because of lingering
memories from our enforced stay months before. Max had already booked the tickets, however, and we would be going alone for what we both understood to be a hot sex weekend.

  Another change was the discovery of a painkiller that let me fuck a lot harder and without my brace. We still couldn’t get too crazy, but we could do doggy style, which was something I’d always wanted to try. Being on my side was still my favorite position.

  I was still tingling. Max’s beautiful load warmed me to my core. I was on birth control so we could fuck more or less freely. Max divided his loads evenly between my pussy and my mouth. Both of which had their own advantages.

  “How many times is that now?” I asked, as Max gently pulled out of me.

  “Not sure, sweetheart,” he said, lowering my legs from his shoulders back down to the bed, “I lost count after thirty.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “I have a surprise for you,” he said, starting to root through his suitcase.

  I was just about to ask what it was when I saw it. A small box covered in black velvet. Something that certainly got my attention. Returning to the bed as I sat up, Max got down on one knee. The tears of happiness were already rolling down my cheeks.

  “Yes!” I blurted before he could even ask. The sight of the diamond ring was more than enough of a clue.

  “I didn’t even ask yet,” he pointed out.

  “Still, the answer is yes,” I held firm.

  Knowing when he was beat, Max took the ring from the box and slipped it onto my finger.

  “Feel like celebrating?” he asked.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  I was still a bit sensitive from the almighty pounding he had just given me, making his touch all the sweeter. The moan rose up from deep within me, long and loud.

  “Yes, sir!” I enthused.

  Relinquishing full control of my body to my brand new fiancé, I laid down on my back at the edge of the bed, exactly how he liked it, and opened my legs wide and gave him full and unfettered access to my excited little pussy.

  Taking things slow, he fingered me right to the edge of orgasm, stopping right before I peaked. Waiting for me to come back down, he started to move again. He used his tongue as well, making me get close even faster. Actually allowing me to finish that time, I trembled all over as I came, vibrating with sweet ecstasy.

  “Good girl,” he said, kissing me tenderly on the cheek.

  After giving me a moment to fully recover, Max turned me over onto all fours. Keeping a hand lightly on my bare hip, he stroked the head of his cock against my pussy lips, making me hum with wonderful contentment.

  Then it happened. My beautiful man slipped his cock all the way into my tender young pussy, filling me up to the absolute limit. Making me whimper softly. I kissed him enthusiastically, letting him know he hadn’t hurt me. I had just been overwhelmed by the absurd amount of pleasure that had just hit me all at once.

  Giving me a moment to let my pussy adjust to the sheer size of his huge cock. Taking me softly by both hips, he started to move. He worked his magnificent member deep inside me. My pussy lips held on, not wanting him to stop. Not that he was going to anytime soon.

  With tender love and careful measure, he gradually gained in speed and intensity until he was fucking me so hard the headboard started banging up against the bedroom wall. The rhythmic slamming of oak on plaster was the last thing I heard as I started to cum.

  I came to in the bath, surrounded by soothing bubbles. Max was on his knees beside me, gently massaging my thoroughly fucked pussy. I could still feel his cum inside me.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m more than okay. I’m so happy. You make me feel like happiest woman in the world.”

  “Good. Because you make me feel the same way. I love you. Always.”

  “I love you, too. Always and forever.”

  THE END

  Under His Suit

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

  All rights reserved.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  Chapter 1

  The AirTrain whisked above stagnant streams of traffic on the Van Wyck below, carrying a few passengers traveling from JFK Airport into New York City, barreling over rows of dark Uber cars flecked with the bright yellow and green lights of regular cabs. As the modern monorail passed through the suburban sprawl of Nassau County, the sky was clear enough to allow the gleaming heights of Manhattan in the distance to bound into view.

  Victoria Stadler stood with her carry-on bag at her feet, gazing out at what lay ahead with a degree of expectant mirth. A junior majoring in graphic design at the University of Wisconsin, she had been invited to NextThing.Net’s Headquarters to receive an award for a Virtual Media Design Contest she’d won for a multimedia presentation she’d been working on ever since high school.

  Contest winners had reservations at the W Hotel in midtown. Tory planned to check in, have dinner and get some rest. In the morning, she and the other winners would be joining NextThing.Net’s design team for a series of interactive workshops. The next day they would recreate their presentations for the media and marketing design firm’s elite team of designers and CEOs during the day and then attend an awards ceremony in the evening.

  It was her first trip to New York City without family and Tory, as she preferred to be called, had been given some warnings about men and New York City, first by her mother and then by Jude Coleman, whom she had known ever since freshman year.

  She had dated him but was done with that. She found him boring and hadn’t given up her virginity to him. She wanted a real man – an older, experienced, handsome, exciting man – to be the one to take it.

  At 5’8” and blonde, Tory was hard to miss. She was a robust and curvy size 14, which always seemed to draw a lot of attention to her ample bust and buttocks. Her eyes were a light blue green, her lashes practically translucent, often invisible in the afternoon sun.

  Although she merely wore a pair of blue jeans, a light blue suede jacket and her favorite boots, she could feel the shameless gaze of a man whose eyes followed the slightest movement and shift of her curves as if he were deriving something essential to life merely by looking at her. This was nothing new, though; Tory was used to it.

  At the Linden Blvd. Station, a driver took her bag and walked her out to his car after she found him holding up a small dry erase board, which had “V Stadler” written on it in boxy green capital letters. She felt like an important person, a successful professional woman – and this was not something she was used to.

  As the car got closer to the city, Tory became excited seeing the hustle and bustle of New York City as soon as the black car emerged from the Midtown tunnel. It was late afternoon and already she could see the bars opening, happy hour signage being propped up, groups of friends laughing. In slower traffic, she’d gaze out at the confident stride and trendy heels worn by her much more fashionable peers.

  At red lights, her eyes would linger upon the gestures of effective-looking successful men as they gave orders remotely to people by phone while strolling the city browsing bargains and people watching.

  There had been talk of the Coronavirus back at Bascom Hall on her college’s campus. Apparently, the epidemic was spreading rapidly in New York City, making her wonder how she’d spend her free night and day before going back to Madison.

  Living at home through her college years didn’t often afford her the kind of space for serious personal exploration that she’d prefer to have. There were many parties to go to on campus, but she had often preferred the solitude that allowed her to focus on her work.

  In many ways, she considered the private time the trip itself presented her with as some small recompense for the years of studious pursuit and valued the prize, her hometown’s accolades and the lavish ceremony to come more than she valued getting drunk or stoned with a bunch of frat boys. She often felt out of place in colleg
e and believed that New York City would be a more fitting place for her.

  Her check-in process went smoothly, and she loved the room. Careful not to mess up the sharp appearance of it, she stripped and showered. She felt completely relaxed and began to wonder if, now that she was far away from Jude, if she might meet a man worth of her many fantasies.

  Enjoying the water’s warmth and fragrances of tiny products provided by the hotel, Tory closed her eyes and softly began to rub three of her fingertips between her thighs and then over the soft tiny protrusion that made her moan. She pictured the faces of some of the businessmen on the street, the power in their shoulders, the boxy squareness of male hands exploring her body.

  Tory masturbated openly, completely abandoned to sheer pleasure, alone for the first time. She felt her clit become harder and wetter as she rubbed it, moaning while she wished she could finally have sex for the first time.

  She pictured a tall, handsome man in a suit, who would take it off for her and let her run her hands down his chiseled chest while he kissed her. Then he would have his way with her, and she’d give up the virginity she still carried around with her like an embarrassing secret.

  She regretted that she hadn’t yet met the man in real life who was worthy of it. But in her fantasies, he caressed her body while his tongue was entwined with hers. He grabbed ahold of her large ass cheeks while he played with his nipples.

  Then his free hand moved down to her clit, rubbing it and making sure she was plenty ready, feeling her sticky juices running down into his hand before saying, “Yes, your little virgin pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered him, deferring to his experience and letting him do whatever he wanted with her. “Please take my virginity, Sir.”

  “My pleasure,” he said.

  Then he finally gently slid his big cock inside her dripping wet pussy. It filled her up to the brim and made her realize what she’d been missing in all her chaste young adult years. He thrust in and out of her while playing with her nipples, until she said his name over and over.