The Driving Question

by Dara Tulen

  Jayma cried out, her body tensing at the sudden and welcomed intrusion. It had been too long since she'd been this full. She dropped to her elbows as Calvin began to fuck her, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her. Her breasts swung beneath her, rubbing her sensitive nipples against the rug until they burned, the pain intensifying every stroke. She could feel her second climax building inside her, slower than before, but twice as hot.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Calvin panted as he drove into her. He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head up. “I wondered, while I was reading, what it would be like to do you like Balfour did Felicity. Take you hard and fast like this.”

  The hand not in her hair slid around her waist to the juncture where their bodies met.

  He continued, “To have one hand buried in your thick hair while the other rubbed your swollen clit.”

  His fingers found the little bundle of nerves and began to make circular motions.

  “Yes,” Jayma could only form one word, a singular plea for him to continue. “Yes, yes.”

  “I want to feel you cum around me,” Calvin's rhythm stuttered and Jayma knew he was close. “Feel your pussy squeeze me until I burst inside you.”

  His next thrust was deep and Jayma wailed, her orgasm washing over and through her. Her entire body shook, muscles clenching as Calvin curled his body over hers. Her name fell from his lips over and over as he pulsed inside her. The hand between her legs slid forward, slick with her juices, to cup one of her breasts. As his fingers closed around her nipple, the climax that had been fading surged towards a crescendo once more and Jayma again called out his name.

  “CALVIN!”

  He rolled them onto their sides, pulling Jayma back against him as he kept their bodies connected. One hand remained on her breast, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The other brushed back her hair from her face.

  “Jayma Trias,” Calvin pressed his lips against her temple. “You are an amazing woman.”

  A different kind of warmth spread through Jayma at his words. The fantasy of fucking Calvin Ferall had been the source of many a teenage masturbation session, but the reality was so much better than she'd dreamed. While she no longer doubted her own self-worth, she'd never thought that Calvin would see her that way.

  “You'd asked me before where I'd grown up,” Jayma spoke slowly, letting her fingers run over Calvin's muscular forearm. She could, she knew, just let him go and enjoy what they'd had, but there was still a part of her, deep inside, that needed vindication for the child she'd been.

  “It's okay,” Calvin interrupted. “I understand if you want your privacy.”

  Jayma ignored his statement, though she appreciated it. “The reason I don't talk about it much is because I was miserable there. I was picked on a lot because of my weight. When the best thing you can say about a group of people is that some of them didn't know you existed, it's not something you really want to remember.”

  “For some people, high school was the high point of their lives,” Calvin ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of Jayma's ear. “But even though I was popular in school, I never really felt like I belonged. It wasn't until I was in college that I started to understand what I wanted and stopped caring what other people thought.”

  He'd given her the perfect segue, Jayma thought. “I know that you were popular in high school, but I hadn't realized that you weren't happy.”

  Calvin stilled behind her and Jayma knew that he'd understood her.

  “Jayma,” his voice was soft. “What are you saying?”

  Jayma rolled over, feeling a pang of regret as he slipped from between her legs, but she needed to face him when she said this. “I grew up in Alexandria, New York, same as you.”

  Calvin's jaw dropped open.

  Jayma continued, “We graduated together. Calvin Ferall. Captain of the basketball team. Homecoming king.”

  He shook his head. “Why don't I remember you?”

  Jayma gave him a ghost of a smile. “I didn't participate much in school events. While you were never mean to me, plenty of other people were. I hated being there.”

  Calvin cupped her cheek, his expression serious. “If at any time I hurt you, I'm sorry.”

  Jayma shook her head. “You didn't. In fact,” she could feel herself blush. “That's one of the reasons I'd had a crush on you. You weren't stuck up like most of the other popular kids.”

  “You had a crush on me?” One side of Calvin's mouth tipped up in a half-smile.

  “Very much so,” Jayma ran her fingers through Calvin's hair.

  “And now?”

  “Now,” Jayma slid her hand between their bodies. “Now, I feel like I can just honestly say that I want to fuck your brains out.”

  The startled expression on Calvin's face was enough to make Jayma laugh as her hand closed around his soft cock. His shocked look quickly turned into a lustful grin.

  “Then I think it's only fair that I make up for lost time.” He bent his head and captured Jayma's mouth with his. As he rolled them over so that he lay on top of her, his lips parted hers.

  Jayma opened her mouth eagerly, moaning softly as Calvin's tongue explored. He was hardening against her belly and she knew that their time together was far from over. Before the night was done, she might even give him that interview he'd driven all this way for.

  That was, if he earned it.

  About Dara Tulen

  Dara Tulen knows how to titilate, and what better way to harness this ability than through erotic fiction? Before she found her calling as a crafter of erotic tales, Dara worked in customer service, in a toy store, as a freelance copywriter, and author of suspense, sci-fi and thriller stories. She was discovered by Tangerine Erotica and continued honing her craft with Steam Books Erotica & Romance.

  When she's not exciting readers through her words, Dara spends her time reading, watching movies and television, listening to music and coming up with new ways to entertain and entice her readers.

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  TWISTS AND CURVES

  by Sandra Sinclair

  Yolanda walked past the other tables towards the sliding door at the end of a small corridor, knowing that led to the gardens where the restrooms where also located. Apart from the great food and the exquisite ambience inside the restaurant, Yolanda adored the French gardens, though she had little time to admire them as she walked quickly towards the women’s restroom, the considerable amount of wine she
had drunken taking its toll on her.

  Minutes later, when she walked out of the bathroom, she felt both relieved and refreshed. She decided to take just a short stroll, unable to resist the lure of the beautiful gardens, but had only taken a few steps down the cobblestone path when she smelled the scent of cigarette smoke.

  Wrinkling her nose and not wanting to get the smell on her hair, she was about to turn away, but stopped as she recognized one of the men standing a few feet from her.

  Roy Carmichael, the newest CEO of Basix, the leading software company in the country.

  And one of the guests on her next show.

  She thought about introducing herself, but as her instinct as a former investigative journalist kicked in, she had a better idea. Carefully, she took a seat on a bench behind a tall hedge, covered her nose and listened in, thinking now was a good opportunity for her to get to know Roy Carmichael with his guard down and maybe learn something interesting which she could use in her next show.

  Besides, she could not deny that she was curious about the man who had been hailed as the most successful businessman of his generation.

  “That was cracking under pressure right there,” Roy was saying. “He knew the clock was winding down and he panicked.”

  “He should have just given up that ball,” the man with him said.

  Yolanda furrowed her eyebrows. Were they talking about basketball?

  “Well, not everyone can make the right decisions at the crucial moments,” Roy said. “It’s what separates the men from the boys.”

  “Now you’re boasting.”

  “I’m not. I’m just saying.”

  “So I guess you’ve already made up your mind about what to do with Wilbur.”

  “I have a few modes of actions I’m leaning towards,” Roy said. “I’m not going to let him off easy, of course.”

  “Smart and ruthless,” the other man said. “A deadly combination.”

  They fell silent for a moment, letting Yolanda think they were probably stopping to take a puff.

  “So, have you found your next target?” the other man asked when he spoke again.

  “I have.”

  The other man chuckled. “What is it with you and black women?”

  “I don’t know. They just astound me. This next one, in particular, is quite fascinating. I can’t wait to have her squirming beneath me, though I imagine she’ll put up a fight. She seems quite feisty, after all, but that’ll only make things more fun. You can’t call it conquering if the other side doesn’t put up a fight, can you now?”

  “And you pride yourself on conquering. So tell me, who’s the lucky lady?”

  There was a pause before Roy answered. “Yolanda Gray.”

  Yolanda’s hand moved from her nose to her mouth to stifle a gasp, the blood draining from her cheeks. Did she hear him right?

  “I’m going to charm her when I get on her show next week,” Roy went on. “That way, she won’t be able to stop thinking of me.”

  “Thought you didn’t go after celebrities.”

  “Celebrity my ass, she’s not even D-list. Besides, she has these really nice curves.”

  Yolanda blushed as the other man gave another chuckle. So Roy Carmichael really was planning to seduce her.

  “This I’d like to see,” the other man said.

  “Oh, you will,” Roy promised.

  At that point, Yolanda got up and walked away, not wanting to hear anymore.

  How dare he? she thought, her fists clenched at her sides and her brows furrowed in indignation. How dare he think he could be on her show and then just get into her pants?

  Well, he was wrong.

  She would prove him wrong.

  ~ ~ ~

  “What do you mean my appearance on Yolanda Gray’s show has been cancelled?” Roy asked as he set down his cup of coffee angrily.

  He had woken up late that Saturday morning after going to bed late last night and was looking forward to a relaxing morning, only to find a disturbing message on his phone.

  “I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means, Mr. Carmichael,” his assistant, Miranda, said on the other end of the line. “I received a message from the show this morning, saying they have decided to invite someone else to guest on the show next week.”

  “Did they say who?”

  “No.”

  Roy frowned. “You said the show sent you a message?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Was it the producer who sent you the message?”

  “It was Yolanda Gray herself. Apparently, she is also the assistant producer of her talk show.”

  “I’m well aware of that,” Roy said through gritted teeth.

  “Would you like me to call her and insist that you guest on the show?” Miranda asked. “They were the ones who invited you to guest in the first place, after all, so it’s quite rude to…”

  “I’ll handle this myself,” Roy interrupted. “Thank you, Miranda.”

  “Alright.”

  Roy hung up, tossing his phone on the table so that it slid across the surface. Then, he banged his fists on the table, still seething in frustration, though he tried his best to take deep breaths and calm down, knowing letting his emotions get the better off him was never a good thing.

  What in the fuck had just happened?

  Just as Miranda had said, the staff of the show were the ones who had invited him to be their guest, and it was both rude and unconventional for them to cancel, which meant there was a reason why. And since it was Yolanda Gray who cancelled, he had an idea what that reason was.

  She must have found out about his plans.

  He sat on his chair, deep in thought as he wondered how Yolanda could have found out. In the end, he simply shrugged.

  So what if Yolanda now knew about his plans? He was not about to change them, much less stop them.

  He was a man who was used to getting his way, who never gave up easily, and he was definitely not going to give up on Yolanda Gray. He would just have to give a little more effort, which was no problem for him at all. He had known she would be an elusive prey, after all, and it would have been disappointing if she had allowed herself to be easily caught.

  He grinned as he leaned back on his chair.

  So she thought she could dissuade him just like that, did she?

  He would see about that.

  To be continued....