Erotic Short Stories 3

by Lynn Hagen

  But the doctor was a bit shy and seemed a bit out of place as he looked around. “Some shindig,” he said. “Randall really knows how to throw a party.”

  “Right?” I pointed up at the stripper hanging from a swing that was suspended from the ceiling. “There’s enough man candy to give you a toothache.”

  We talked a bit more before Caleb excused himself and disappeared into the crowd. Five minutes later, I spotted Jacob coming up the steps. He was dressed as a football player, minus the helmet. But goddamn, the outfit was tight, showing off all his muscles.

  I practically bounced where I stood. “You made it!”

  He graced me with one of his seductive smiles. It wasn’t really seductive, but that was how I chose to see it. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

  He surprised me by placing a kiss on my cheek. My damn blush scorched my face. “I was hoping you’d come.”

  Jacob dipped his head and whispered into my ear, “If we can find a private room, I’ll definitely be coming.” He pulled back and smiled down at me. “You look great. I’ll be plundering your booty later.”

  He winked, and I nearly passed out. I needed to find a damn room. For now, I hooked my arm in his. “We should’ve totally gotten together about matching costumes.”

  “What’s wrong with a pirate and a quarterback?” he asked. “I think it’s great.”

  “Have you really played football?”

  “In high school,” he said. “Now I play professional ice hockey, or did until I fucked up my knee. So I guess you can say I’m retired now.”

  Someone to my right squeaked. “Oh fuck! It’s Jacob Bayer, power forward for the New York Rangers!”

  Great, now I would have to share Jacob all night. But he gave the guy a polite smile, said a few words, then escorted me farther into the crowd.

  “Don’t you want to hang out with your fan?” I teased.

  His features were stone-cold sober. “I’m here with you, handsome. That’s all that matters to me.”

  Wow. What a charmer.

  He nodded toward the sweeping staircase. “Feel like taking an adventure with me?”

  I would go anywhere with him. “Sure.”

  He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. I wasn’t even sure we were supposed to be up here, but I’d just seen Will and Randall go this way not five minutes ago. Will and Randall? My best friend was so gonna spill the beans tomorrow.

  And here I’d thought he was into the doctor.

  We snuck to the first door we found unlocked and crept inside. The bedroom looked unused as Jacob locked the door. “Will you walk into my parlor?”

  I chuckled. “Said the spider to the fly.”

  “I like your sense of humor, Zeke.” He pressed me against the door. Not in a trapped sort of way but a sensual one. “Is it okay if I have my wicked way with you?”

  “Promise you’ll still respect me in the morning?” I said. I’d been joking and was serious, too. I really liked Jacob, from what I knew of him, and wouldn’t mind spending more time with him.

  “Hell yeah,” he groaned as his hands slid up my sides. “I don’t think one night with you will be enough.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was his hormones talking or if he was sincere, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to have sex with Jacob. Not when he flipped every trigger I possessed. I was also dying to see the prize he had trapped beneath his boxer briefs.

  “Is it time to plunder my booty?” I smirked, and he threw his head back and laughed. It was one thing to have good looks, but it was a treasure to have a great personality that went with them. Get it. I’d said treasure because I was a pirate.

  Never mind. Bad pun.

  “It’s time.” He winked.

  I thought we were about to get down and dirty, but he pressed his lips to mine, and I lost the ability to breathe. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever been given. It wasn’t rushed or brutal. He cupped my face like he was really into me, his lips brushing over mine in the most sensual way. I was ready for fast and hard, but if Jacob wanted another speed, who was I to deny him?

  “Do you think the host would be pissed if we used the bed?” Jacob grinned.

  “I think as long as we make it back up when we’re done, he’ll never know. Besides, don’t people run off to bedrooms all the time during outrageous parties?”

  Jacob bit his bottom lip and walked backward, holding my hand as he led me to the bed. Of course I had a condom and a packet of lube with me. I’d been holding out hope that I’d get lucky tonight.

  “I can’t believe I’m about to sleep with a quarterback.” I snickered.

  “And I can’t believe I’m about to steal a pirate’s booty.” We fell on the bed, cracking up. I liked the fact that Jacob wasn’t rushing things. He seemed just as content spending time with me, but seriously… we were gonna fuck.

  I was glad he hadn’t worn shoulder pads or any other protective gear. The lack of would make getting to his body easier.

  “You’re the first guy in a long time who has piqued my interest.” Jacob lay on his side on the soft bed, his head propped on his hand. “I still can’t believe you tried to rub my back.”

  I lay on my side, too. We were facing each other. I shrugged. “I just felt so bad for you. I felt like I had to do something to ease your pain since those nurses were just sitting on their asses.”

  “My little nursemaid.” He chuckled. “I need some tending to now.”

  “Oh?” I played coy. “Does your back need rubbing?”

  He shook his head. “Lower and around front.”

  “Your belly?” I ran my hand over his silky shirt, reveling in how hard his abs were.

  He dipped his head and stole a kiss. “Lower.”

  I dipped my hand into the waistband of his pants, teasing the warm flesh and grinning because he had a happy trail. I loved a man with a happy trail.

  “Lower.” His voice had gone deep and erotic. My heart picked up in pace as I dipped my hand into his pants and was shocked he didn’t have any underwear on. Clearly I hadn’t been the only one hoping to get laid.

  I curled my fingers around his thick cock and squeezed. “Now what? Do you want me to rub your dick like I rubbed your back?”

  He shook his head as he flipped onto his back. He tucked his hands behind his head and gazed at me. “You seized my vessel, pirate. So now you have to climb aboard my ship and find the treasure I’m hiding.”

  Before I made any kind of move on Jacob, I jumped from the bed and removed by swashbuckling boots and trousers, tossing them aside. I hadn’t worn underwear, either. I loved being naughty.

  But I grabbed the condom and lube from the front pocket and tossed them onto the mattress as I climbed back into bed. Jacob’s blue eyes filled with fire as his eyes zeroed in on my hard cock.

  “Hang on, you being the only one half-naked is unfair.” Jacob got up and kicked off his cleats then yanked off the rest of his clothes. He was completely naked by the time he rejoined me.

  I just had to touch…everywhere. His skin was warm and soft, yet his body was hard from muscles. I leaned forward and shoved my nose into his neatly trimmed pubic hairs, inhaling deep drafts of his musky scent. Pure fucking heaven.

  My heart raced up my throat as I flicked my tongue out and slid it up his cock until I’d reached the head. His fingers clamped down on the bandana on my head, the one that was tied off on the side to make me look like even more of a pirate. I’d worked for a good hour to get it right but didn’t complain when he snatched it off and tossed it aside.

  My scalp tingled as he caressed his fingers through my hair. Goose bumps broke out all over my body as I took the head into my mouth and moaned.

  I heard some laughter just outside the bedroom door. Obviously there were other people looking for some privacy upstairs. The doorknob jiggled, but I didn’t pull away. I took Jacob’s cock farther down my throat. The jiggling stopped, and whoever it was moved on.

  The beat of the music could
be heard from downstairs. For a brief second I thought of that stripper hanging from that swing, but Jacob’s fingers are pulling at my hair now, and my attention was brought back to what I was doing.

  I wanted to rock Jacob’s world—wanted him so needy and wound up that he couldn’t possibly walk away from this without wanting more.

  He tapped my head. I looked up. His eyes were so dark and filled with need that I was mesmerized by them. He tapped his thigh. “Need inside you,” he said in a rough whisper.

  His cock popped out of my mouth when I pulled back. The packet of lube was already in his hand. He wet his fingers while I climbed up his body. His totally magnificent body with all its hard dips and ridges, tanned and so beautiful I wanted to whimper.

  When I straddled his waist, he encouraged me to lean forward. Jacob took my mouth in a tantalizing kiss as his fingers probed at my hole. I gasped against his lips as those amazing, thick fingers breached me.

  “You like that?” He nipped my bottom lip.

  “Like isn’t a strong enough word, my sexy quarterback.”

  He chuckled. I smiled. Then I groaned as he pumped his fingers inside me, stretching me while I mewled like a cat in heat, rubbing my cock against his hard abs as my entire body tingled with need. Pulses of desire throbbed through me as I grabbed his hair and held on while lowering myself so I could tease one of his hard nipples. We were both moaning with pleasure as I rode his fingers, added friction to my cock, and imagined what his long, hard cock would feel like buried deep in my ass.

  The image became too much. I wanted the real deal. I lifted my head, releasing his tortured nipple, and said, “Fuck me already.”

  His grin made my cock painfully harder as he slipped his fingers out of my ass. “Lift your booty, pirate.”

  Thrill shot through me as I clenched my knees against his hips and did as he instructed. He donned the condom, then the blunt head of his cock kissed my hole for all of two seconds before I was impaled.

  Wow. Just wow. Jacob was well endowed, and his dick stretched my asshole wide as I hissed and curled my fingers into his chest, my nails scoring his skin.

  “Retract your claws, kitten.” He smirked, and I smoothed my hands over where I’d left crescent marks over his pecs.

  “Sorry, you’re just so damn big.”

  A frown puckered between his blue eyes. “Too much?”

  I was pretty sure he got a lot of compliments on his dick size, and I’d just added to them. “Just adjusting. No need to stop.”

  “Are you sure?” He didn’t look convinced. “How about this?”

  He grabbed my hips and spun to his side. I squealed—a sound I’d never admit to making—as he planted me on my back. I started to curl my legs around his lean waist, but he grabbed my ankles and spread them apart.

  “Damn, you’re hot as fuck.” Jacob looked down to where we were joined. My hole pulsed, and my cock throbbed out a beat that matched the fast rhythm of my heart. There was a trail of pre-cum from the slit of my dick to my stomach.

  He gave me a sexy-as-fuck smile then started moving, sawing in and out of my body as I threw my arms out and grabbed the bedding. The movements were slow at first, then Jacob picked up speed. I felt as though my brain was being rattled as he pounded into me, his hips punching forward and back, as he watched me with pure focus.

  As small as I was, I felt as though a mountain was smashing down on me, trying to push me through the bed.

  And I loved it. Loved every forward thrust, every grunt, every second that he stared into my eyes. His fingers gripped my ankles tighter, squeezing my skin, telling me he was close.

  “Wait, wait, wait.” I held up my hands.

  His brows furrowed as his movements slowed.

  “Want on my hands and knees.”

  The confusion in his eyes cleared. Jacob slid out of my ass and reared back. I quickly flipped over and presented my backside to him. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust back inside me.

  Oh yeah. This was much better. Now Jacob was able to go deeper. His fat cock grazed my prostate on every forward lunge.

  It took only a matter of minutes before I was crying out his name, tossing my head from side to side as my orgasm exploded inside me. Jacob joined me, and we careened over the edge of the abyss, which left us gasping for breath and boneless.

  He eased out of me, tied off the condom, and dropped onto the bed. All I wanted to do was curl up next to him and take a nap. My ass ached, and I felt exhausted, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

  Jacob kept giving me quick, sweet kisses. I laughed and batted at him, but who was I kidding? I loved every second of his attention.

  “You ready to go party?” He wiggled his brows, a feat I’d never been able to accomplish. I couldn’t even arch a brow. I could wink, though.

  “Let’s go rock this party,” I said.

  And we did. We danced, kissed, laughed, and got drunk off our asses. Just that fast I was falling for him. His beautiful blue eyes, gorgeous blond hair, and that smile that sent my heart skyrocketing sealed it for me.

  Six months later, Jacob had given up his apartment and moved in with me. We adopted a puppy, argued over the stupidest shit, and had make-up sex that scorched our sheets.

  Pulling a muscle moving that stupid bookcase had been the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  And Jacob’s food poisoning had brought us together and given me the happiest days of my life.

  A Treasure to Keep

  “Shot!” everyone yelled as I grabbed the glass and tossed back the vodka. It burned going down, but I refused to grab the glass of water to my right. If I did, I would lose.

  “Oh my god, Chester.” Brad slapped me on the back as the guys around me cheered. “It’s Ned’s turn. If he grabs his chaser, you win.”

  The pot was a hundred bucks, and I needed that money. I had bills to pay, and the hundred dollars would go a long way. I wasn’t feeling so good, though. Another part of the rules was that I couldn’t throw up before the last shot.

  A burp worked its way up my throat, but I sucked in a few gulps of air to try and steady my stomach. Both Ned and I had drunk two chasers each. This was the last drink. If Ned didn’t drink the water, we’d have to go another round until the tie was broken, and I didn’t think my body would tolerate any more vodka. I was already leaning heavily against the bar, using it to keep myself upright.

  Getting sick was an automatic lose. My stomach churned like the sea during a storm. It pitched back and forth, up and down. Or was that just me? Was I swaying will clinging to the bar? Or was that the room? I really wanted to get out of there. I wasn’t a drinker.

  Brad had talked me into coming here. Then we had run into our coworkers. Ned Thornton had always talked shit at work. He was one of those guys who always loved to brag about everything. One of those guys who always had to one-up a person.

  I was determined to win this just so I could shut his smarmy face up. His little peanut gallery—Ha! That was a good one—had tossed in the money for the bet to sweeten the victory. Larry, Frank, and Joe were cheering Ned on. I really wished they would shut up. The bar was already loud enough, making my head thrum with a pounding headache.

  Larry whispered something to Joe and Frank then pointed at me as the three of them laughed. I thought about tossing my glass of water in Larry’s face. I really didn’t like him. I’d been working at the local hospital for the past year, as one of the housekeeping staff, and Larry, every so often, would make a rude comment about my weight.

  I think he was jealous that he didn’t look this damn good. I might’ve been carrying some extra poundage, but Larry had a hook nose and his eyes were too damn big for his face.

  But I wasn’t one to belittle another, so I’d never thrown insults at him in return.

  Ned looked at me with bleary-eyed determination. He swayed as he rubbed his forehead. The guy was skinny, so the alcohol was affecting him faster.

  Or I hoped that was the case. His cheeks were red,
and sweat trickled down his scalp. Everyone looked on with eager eyes, waiting for Ned to pick up the shot glass. Brad rubbed my shoulders, as though Ned and I were about to step into a boxing ring.

  That wouldn’t be good since I couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag. But we weren’t going to get physical. Maybe pass out or throw up, but no fists would be flying.

  Ned grabbed the shot glass and took a deep breath before he downed the vodka. His shaky hand slid toward the water. I bit my lower lip, my eyes riveted to him, my stomach queasy. God, I wish I hadn’t taken that last shot. I felt it trying to come back up.

  When he pulled his hand away, my heart plummeted. I didn’t want to go another round. Brad’s fingers squeezed my shoulders, as he obviously felt the disappointment as the bartender set up another round of shots.

  Then Ned lurched forward, grabbed the stool, and dropped to his knees, throwing up as I back-stepped away from the bar, shrieking at the smell and the horror of getting anything on my shoes.

  “Thanks.” Brad grabbed the money from the bar and coaxed me toward the door. As soon as the fresh air hit me, I was on my knees, praying to the gods as the world spun in every direction.

  Now Brad was the one shrieking, backpedaling as all that vodka exited my stomach. I was dying. I had to be. No one could suffer through this without dying.

  “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you home.” We’d walked to the bar, and I wasn’t looking forward to walking back to our apartment. Did I mention we were roommates?

  I swatted at his grabby hands. “Just leave me here to die.”

  “You really aren’t a drinker.” He lifted me from under my armpits to my unsteady feet. My hands and knees hurt from pressing into a few pebbles on the ground. My stomach felt as though someone had gut-punched me. My head was splitting apart.

  I was never touching alcohol again.

  Halfway to our apartment, I threw up again.

  “That’s right, get it all out of you.” This time Brad patted my back. “Fuck that stinks.”

  Thankfully we made it home without me passing out. There would’ve been no way Brad could’ve carried me home.