Sweet Cider Sin

by Rexi Lake

  He tightened the hand around her hair and pulled until her head twisted and her lip tore from his teeth with just enough sting to make her shudder. He lowered his head and bit at the skin along her shoulder. Light, teasing bites that left small marks where he nipped the skin. She moaned his name as her body started to shudder with uncontrollable pleasure.

  It rocked through her. Starting at her core and expanding outward, pulling her into an avalanche of desire that sang through her body and left behind aching need and a desperation for more.

  “Please,” she cried out, tears in her voice as she reached for that final touch. The perfect touch.

  “You want to come for me, Red?” he growled, his lips still on her shoulder where he left marks along the skin.

  “Yes!” She all but screamed the word as he slammed his cock into her again. And again. Tears leaked from her eyes as the friction continued to build that tension that had her shaking. “I need to come,” she pleaded.

  “What do you need to come?” he asked, pulling his head back and finding her glassy green eyes with his hard blue ones.

  “Spank me,” she panted. “I need a little pain,” she admitted with a keening cry as he released her hair and drew his hand over the sweet swell of her ass.

  “Come for me,” he demanded as his hand descended hard against her skin. At the same time his cock thrust deep and he held her tightly in place while his hand continued to rain short, hard smacks against her ass.

  She screamed into his shoulder as her head dropped down and she tightened around him everywhere. Her nails dug into his back and her legs anchored their hips together. Her walls rippled along his cock and she felt the world slip away from her as she tumbled into oblivion. The black void swallowed her whole and then rained fireworks down on her as she burned up from the inside out. She trembled, everything shaking like an earthquake inside her.

  A loud roar filled her ears and she felt the hot heat of his seed as he spilled himself inside her. It sent her off again. That tight grip of his felt like he was crushing her and yet there was such possessiveness in the touch that she felt owned. No, she felt like she belonged.

  Her muscles locked into place as she rode the aftershock waves that still rolled over her as he continued to pump his hips against hers, drawing out the pleasure until she was sure there couldn’t be anything left of her but a puddle of well-pleased goo.

  She felt him turn and hold her steady as he strode to her couch. He lowered her down and she thought he would pull out. But instead, he pulled her sundress over her head and physically tore the thong from her body. Then he lowered his head to her breasts and feasted like a starving man.

  Her breath caught and her body twitched and arched as his teeth nipped and pulled at her nipples. When her hips moved, she realized that not only had he not left her body, but his cock was still hard and full inside her. She moaned as the movement shifted him and rubbed at that spot inside her that was so sensitive.

  “Did you think I was done with you?” he asked, breaking away from her breasts long enough to look up at her face.

  She bit her lip and looked away. “I... uh, maybe?” she answered. Her breath came out harshly as she struggled to find it. Her heart still raced and her body felt like it was lit up.

  “We’re only just getting started, baby. That was the appetizer. We’ve got a long way to go before we reach dessert.” The deep tone sank into her, warming her like hot coffee on a cold day.

  “Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  “Just lie back and enjoy, Red. We’ve got all night.”

  Her eyes widened as he lowered his lips to her breast once more. This time he started slower. He licked at one nipple, his tongue twisting around it like an ice cream cone. Over and over, he traced it until she was squirming from the dual sensations that came from his hot breath and the cooler air of the apartment on her damp skin.

  His hand came up from her waist and he squeezed her other breast with a possessiveness that made her body jolt in anticipation. He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it lightly as he pulled. The bite of pain and little bit of burning was like striking a chord. It vibrated through her straight to her pussy. A rush of desire swelled through her and she almost tipped into another orgasm.

  She cried out and arched under him. He relaxed his fingers, releasing her nipple. As his palm massaged the tender flesh, his teeth found her other nipple and he bit down while sucking it hard into his mouth.

  This time, she did find a release. It wasn’t as hard as the first, but it hit her with some force from the surprise of it. She cried his name and her hands twisted in his hair. She didn’t know if she was trying to pull him closer or pull him off, but her body was no longer in her control as he played with her like an expert.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Tucker!” she screamed weakly for the fifth time since he’d laid her on the couch. He grinned as her body again twisted beneath his. She’d been so responsive when he played with her tits, that he’d decided to see how long she could be played with before she begged for him to stop. So far, she’d only begged for more, and he hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of what he wanted to do to her - for her.

  He wanted to push more, but he could see she was starting to fade on him. Her body was lax from the multiple orgasms and her eyes were half-shuttered; the glassy green gaze on him was wavering and unfocused.

  “Can you give me one more, Red?” he asked gently, his lips pressing against the side of one breast. He teased the tongue over the marks he’d left behind already. Pretty red dots and blushing skin marred both globes. The light brown nipples were tight and straining, darkened from his torture of the sensitive peaks.

  She whimpered as he brushed one finger across her clit. The light touch set her muscles trembling.

  “Too much?” he asked, willing to back off if she needed it.

  She shook her head, though. “N-no,” she whispered, her tongue catching on the sounds.

  “One more for me, baby,” Tucker said. He slid his cock back inside her. She tightened on him immediately and he felt the contractions of her pussy as she shuddered into another mini orgasm from just his entry alone.

  She caught her breath and gripped him tight inside her.

  He reached one hand up and caught her hands with his. Holding them above her head, he pinned her in place with his other hand at her hip. Then he thrust inside her with short, aggressive strokes meant to bring them both up and over that edge of passion.

  He groaned as she gripped his hand tightly with hers, digging her nails into his skin and marking him back.

  “Fuck, yes, baby,” he murmured to her. “I can feel your sweet pussy gripping my cock. So fucking good, baby.”

  She moaned at his words, her lashes fluttering and her body started trembling once more.

  “Tucker, I can’t. I don’t think. I need. I don’t know. Something.”

  Her words came out in a rush. Some incoherent. Some stuttered. Some barely gasped on a breath that left her in an aching moan.

  He grinned. “You can.” He quickened his thrusts and bent his head down to her throat. He pressed hard kisses to her shoulder, then trailed his lips back to her tight nipple. He looked up at her strained features. “Come on my cock, baby,” he demanded. Then he bit one straining, pert nipple and felt her shatter under him as her scream filled his ears.

  The combination of feeling and hearing her come apart sent him into his own orgasm right behind hers. He growled against her breast as he felt the tightening of his balls and then his release rushed through him. He released her nipple from his teeth and licked his tongue over it as he continued to release inside her. Damn. A part of him wondered just how it would feel to have her growing big with his child. He’d never gone without a condom before. But this woman? She made him want more than a few fucks and a goodbye. She made him want a forever.

  AT SOME POINT, HE MOVED them off the couch and into her bed. Clothing was com
pletely discarded along the way and they crawled in naked beneath the covers. When he woke the next morning, it was to soft kisses and teasing fingers.

  “Mmm, I could get used to waking up like this,” he murmured, his eyes opening to find Olivia on her knees beside him.

  Her fingers trailed up and down his cock, skimming lightly over his balls, and then repeating their path. Her lips were pressing soft kisses along the line of muscles that led from his hip down to his cock. Her little pink tongue kept coming out to trace against his skin, leaving a wet path behind. Her eyes were wide open. Those emerald irises of hers watching him intently as she learned his body.

  He laced his fingers behind his head and smiled down at her. “I got to play with you last night, Red. By all means, play as much as you want this morning.”

  Her eyes widened. “Really?” she asked, the surprise in her voice evident.

  He nodded. “Let’s see if you can make me lose control. Or, if you prefer, I could always spank you instead.” He lifted one brow in question.

  She blushed, but he could see the interest in her eyes.

  “Maybe you could do that later?” she suggested softly.

  Her slight hesitation made him wonder just how much she’d kept hidden from previous partners, or from herself, over the years. “Anything you want to try, baby, you tell me.” He lifted up on one elbow and reached out to wrap a hand behind her head and pull her into a hard kiss. “I’ll be more than happy to help you find anything and everything that makes you squirm and come for me.”

  She watched with wide eyes and wet lips as he returned to the same relaxed position he’d been in. “You really mean that,” she murmured.

  He nodded. “Every word.” He grinned and winked before adding, “Should I start with that spanking, or do you want to continue playing?”

  She giggled. “I want to play a little,” she answered.

  “As you wish,” he replied.

  She bent her head to his hip once more. This time, she didn’t pause in her trail. She traced her tongue down that side of the ‘V’ and when she reached his cock, she licked right up the side and took the head into her mouth. Her tongue rolled over the underside of his cock, teasing at that spot just beneath the head and then moving away again. She did it once, twice, and then she bobbed her head down until he hit the back of her throat.

  Sucking hard, she pulled back up. He groaned at the sensations that danced through him like fire, licking a path straight up his spine and making him lose focus. “Fuck, yes,” he muttered. His hands clenched behind his head as she repeated her actions. If she didn’t switch to something else, he was going to lose himself and come down her throat. And fuck if that didn’t sound like a damn good idea.

  Her small hands gripped his thighs as she tried to take more of him into her throat instead of stopping this time. He felt the bite of pain from her nails digging in and the tight grip of her throat on the head of his cock at the same time. He yelled out harshly at the dual sensations and the control he’d had over his orgasm was gone.

  He watched her eyes light up in happiness as she felt his release coat her throat. She swallowed around his cock again and milked more of his come from him as she did so. He gripped his hands hard, refusing to reach down just yet. He feared he would force her further onto his cock if he got his hands on her head. She might be able to take him, or she might not. He wouldn’t risk it yet. Instead, he waited, riding out his orgasm and enjoying the sight of her cleaning and sucking his cock like it was a fucking ice cream cone and she was starving for a sweet treat.

  “Climb up on me, baby,” he said when she slowed her movements.

  She looked up at him for a moment, then complied. Her breasts dragged along his stomach and he felt absurdly prideful at the marks that had bruised over the night. Little dots of color that left no doubt she’d been taken advantage of covered her chest. He reached out his arms and stroked his hands up from her hips to her shoulders and back.

  She straddled his hips and he felt the wet heat of her pussy on his cock, where it barely touched her skin.

  “Lower yourself on my cock,” Tucker said. His hands held her hips, but he didn’t press her down. He let her find her way.

  She met his gaze and he watched her eyes go wide as she found the head of his cock and moved just enough to press the tip inside. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered on a short moan.

  Tucker grinned. “Still a little sore?” he asked.

  She nodded frantically, but continued to push down until she was filled with his cock. She stayed still for a long moment, her breathing erratic and soft moans and whimpers filling the air at any small movement she made.

  “Lay down on my chest, baby,” he crooned to her. As she lowered her upper body to his, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hips. One hand cupped the back of her head and he pressed a soft, languid kiss to her mouth. With his arms holding her in place and his mouth on hers, distracting her and soothing her at the same time, he slowly moved his hips.

  She moaned low into his mouth and her arms wrapped around his biceps. After a few strokes, she matched his rhythm and they rocked together in a slow dance that made them both burn. His tongue twisted around hers and he tasted the passion in her kiss. Nothing could make him speed up this time with her. He wanted to stay buried in her body for as long as he could. She surrounded him. Her long red hair was draped around their faces like curtains, the strands moving only slightly and letting in the barest of light from the morning sun when the thick locks parted.

  He knew she was getting closer when she started to whimper in the kiss and her pussy began fluttering around his cock with every stroke. He knew he would follow her over the edge when she came. His cock was already straining for another release. Being inside her was that damn good. She was tight and responsive and he had every intention of finding more ways to spend time with her - in and out of bed. And in and out of her.

  She broke off the kiss and cried out, her head dropping to his shoulder as her body trembled lightly. “I’m so close,” she said.

  “I know, baby,” he answered. “Relax for me. Let your body float. I want to feel you soak my cock with your release.”

  She shook harder at first. Then, with an effort he could practically feel, she relaxed her muscles slowly. First her shoulders, then her back. Finally, he felt her hips relax into the strokes. A moment later, he felt the rush of her orgasm sweep through her and she squirted all over his cock as her pussy clenched down on him and she cried out in surprise and pleasure.

  He held her tighter against him and released inside her once more. “Fuck,” he groaned out into her hair. He felt her slowly relax against him again and as his release continued to shudder through him, he held her with a strength that was both hard and gentle. For the first time in a long while, he felt what he could only describe as utter contentment.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Well don’t you look like a breath of sunshine today,” Lola greeted as Olivia walked into the Bad Apple.

  Olivia grinned and blushed.

  “Oh, Livy! You and Tuck?” Lola asked, pausing from kneading dough to give her full attention to Olivia. “Tell me I’m right!”

  “You might be,” Olivia answered. She ducked out of the kitchen to put her purse away as Lola laughed and clapped her flour-coated hands.

  “I knew it!” she called after Olivia.

  It had been two days since Tucker had left her apartment. She’d had a rare two days off in a row, but he’d had to work and hadn’t been back in the city. Though she was disappointed in being left with nothing to do and no one to talk to, she did manage to take one of his suggestions to heart and walked the blocks around her new home. She’d discovered a small bookstore with both new and used books. She’d purchased a mystery novel that sounded good, though she hadn’t started reading it yet. She found a small trinket shop that had some fun decor items. She picked up a small potted plant from a flower shop that the woman swore she couldn’t kill if she tri
ed. Olivia hoped that was the case, because she’d never attempted to keep anything but herself alive before.

  At the end of her walk, she’d also spotted a small art gallery and spent an hour admiring the work that was displayed. One thing that she could appreciate was talent. Maybe she wasn’t an artist herself, she definitely didn’t have the ability to do more than throw paint on a canvas and come away with a blob, but she could see and appreciate others’ talents. And the artist displayed in the gallery had more than enough of that.

  “How much for the piece by the door?” she asked.

  The young man’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Uh, I’d have to ask.”

  “May I leave my information with you so you can get back to me?” Olivia asked.

  “Yeah,” he answered, jumping a little as he searched for a piece of paper and a pen. He handed her a sticky note and the pen he’d been holding after a moment.

  She carefully wrote her name and phone number. Then beneath that she added a description of the piece and her offer of fifty dollars. “If they don’t wish to accept the offer, please have them contact me still.” She smiled and handed the paper back to the man.

  His eyes widened and then he looked up at her. “Y-yes, Miss Marsten,” he fumbled. “I’ll do that.”

  “Please, call me Olivia,” she said. “I look forward to hearing from you.” She smiled again and left, hoping she’d hear back. The painting wasn’t much, but it was well done. And she had a new appreciation for apples that she wanted to commemorate. The piece was maybe twenty by fourteen, but it depicted a tabletop with apples, apple slices, and then an apple pie. The work of a baker to make something simply delicious into something wonderfully mouth-watering drawn in living color on a canvas.

  Now, she was back at the cafe and ready to dive back into working. It was amazing the difference in her attitude, she thought. A few days with nothing to do and she was itching to return to work. She guessed that might not always be the case for people, but perhaps it was more than simply work that had people doing jobs. Yes, money was needed, but she’d never considered that some people might enjoy - really enjoy - what they did. But she was beginning to.