Fire & Flesh

by Kerri Carr

  When he did pull away she just continued to stare before her mouth once again ran away from her.

  “I- I thought it was just a date?” Stuttering, Sophia automatically licked her lips as nerves tickled her belly. It only made her aware of the taste of peppermint that wasn’t what her own toothpaste tasted like. So close to her, Dylan simply lifted one shoulder in a half shrug before opening his mouth.

  “I just figured I’d try it. No pressure.” Sophia blinked slowly at Dylan’s sorry explanation as it flowed in one ear. He looked so calm and serious while she was having an inner breakdown. It made her a little angry that he’d kiss her and say ‘no pressure’ so nonchalantly. Unsure of how to respond, she kept silent. Even the quiet that surrounded them wasn’t heavy or burdened, though.

  It was just there. No expectation. No weight of any kind.

  “But you said you weren’t going to have sex tonight.”

  “I said I didn’t plan on having sex with Jocelyn. We might’ve been going on a date but even online I felt like there wasn’t anything there.” Dylan could’ve winced at the way he said those words, but somehow he refrained. It was hard to remember that Sophia was Jocelyn’s cousin. The incident that brought them together only hours ago was hardly worth remembering. Frankly he’d had a much better night than he expected.

  “Uh- okay… Are you going to put on that movie again if I say ‘no’?” Watching Dylan’s lips pull into a smirk, Sophia felt heat creep into her cheeks. Secretly she hoped he would say ‘yes’, but the rational part of her mind told her to call a cab. They only went on one date, and she wasn’t the kind of person to sleep with someone on the first date.

  Then again, they’d had a great time together. Nothing indicated that a little extra fun would change anything for the worse.

  “Do you want me to blackmail you with scary movies? ‘Cause I will even if it’s not tonight. I had a fun time with you, Sophia.” Sophia’s eyebrows bowed even more but if she were brutally honest with herself she had nothing better to do. Jocelyn was probably stewing at their apartment, so going home wasn’t a good idea. She also didn’t want to have to watch this zombie movie if there was a much more pleasurable alternative. Dylan was flirting with her in a teasing way, but she knew he was serious. If she didn’t want to she could say so and he’d drop it for now.

  It was that exact reason she nodded hesitantly.

  “Yeah. Let’s do it. But you have to come with me back home tomorrow so Jocelyn doesn’t kick my ass.” At the singular condition Dylan nodded firmly, and this time it was Sophia that initiated the kiss. Despite being rather chubby for her height, she was comfortable with her body. A lot of her extra weight was in her butt and breasts, anyway. Covering his mouth with her own, Sophia ignored the voice in her head that said this was a bad idea. In this day and age meeting someone she liked and that liked her didn’t happen often without internet intervention. It might not have been the typical dating website hook up, but she’d probably never date unless something bizarre happened.

  Focusing on the kiss, Sophia found she quite liked how Dylan tasted. She liked the way his arm squeezed her from its position around her back while his free hand crept up to palm her cheek.

  Only a few moments went by before Dylan pushed his tongue passed her lips, but Sophia didn’t really protest. Behind her green and blue stripped tank top her nipples were beginning to firm and her body temperature was rising. Her hands roamed aimlessly up his arms and over his shoulders. Kissing her deeply, his fingers began to trail down over her jaw and towards her collar bone. Excitement rushed in her veins and she inched closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “You’re a good kisser.” Mumbling, Sophia leaned forward until Dylan was settled against the back of the couch. Under her he huffed out a chuckle, and she smiled in reply even as he cupped the back of her head. Lifting her leg, she moved to straddle him and felt the heat spreading through her flare to life. Even though they were both wearing jeans her body was ready. She rolled her hips experimentally and liked the way his hands immediately gripped her love handles. Pushing down on her hips, and lifted his own and it made a small moan escape the seal of their mouths.

  “You are too, Sophia.” Dylan fingered the hem of Sophia’s shirt as he complimented her, and it was only then that she pulled away. Her breath came in short, shallow pants and her face was hot. Then again he wasn’t fairing too much better as his own breath hitched when she unceremoniously pulled her shirt up and over her head.

  “Holy shit.” Palming her breasts with both his hands, Dylan’s slur came out husky and Sophia felt feminine pride bloom inside her. Leaning down, she wrapped her own hands around his in encouragement, a smile cracking her swelling lips.

  “I think that’s an oxymoron.” Dark eyes flashed up at her own, and her smile grew. Instead of offering a verbal reply his hands jerked her down. She only barely managed not to make some unattractive noise but it quickly flowed out anyway when he clamped his teeth on her nipple.

  Closing her eyes with a moan, Sophia rolled her hips as her core began to burn. Dylan wasn’t too gentle with her, but she actually liked it. His rough treatment turned her on in a way it hadn’t before. Maybe it was because he wasn’t too harsh, but she didn’t know and wasn’t going to question it now. Sucking on her pert, rosy bud, he let out a groan of satisfaction. It didn’t take long for his fingers to roll and squeeze and pinch at her right nipple as well. Holding his wrists tightly, small gasps and almost noises fell from her mouth as her hips moved steadily to and fro.

  “Jesus- shit… D- Dylan...” Sophia’s high pitched call was soft but Dylan still pulled away. Instead he attacked her neck and mouth, abandoning her breasts completely. His hands traveled lower as he nipped at her bottom lip for entry she freely gave. The fastenings on her jeans were no match, and her flushed skin quivered as his fingers slipped past her waistline.

  “You’re so ready, baby.”

  Somehow Sophia managed to wiggle out of her shoes, and Dylan’s fingers barely grazed her core before she stood up to work her way out of her jeans. Rushing through the slightly awkward transition, she glanced up to watch him kick off his own shoes and follow her lead. Standing naked over him, she felt powerful as he took off his t-shirt.

  “Don’t space out on me now, Sophia.” Frowning at the jibe, Sophia saw the twinkle in Dylan’s eye before she shook her head.

  “I don’t like being on top though.” Puffing up her top lip, she crossed her arms under her bust as he let out another huff of a laugh. She quite enjoyed being able to joke around during such an intimate act. Before her, he pushed himself to his feet before both of his hands once again landed on her hips.

  “Well, can’t have you workin’ up a sweat, can we? People might think you’re exercising.” Turning until she was in front of the couch, Dylan bent Sophia at the waist as she struggled not the laugh at his joke. She just didn’t have time when he nudged her entrance with the tip of his cock. Until that moment she hadn’t really paid attention to it because she was too distracted by other, less important things. Now that seemed like a mistake even as she spread her legs a bit wider and held the fabric of the couch.

  Sophia sucked in air through her teeth as Dylan entered her. It was a slow process, but it still stung. Clenching the couch cushion tightly, she squeezed her eyes closed. A lightness filled her skull, and she almost didn’t hear his strong curses from behind her. His own hands held her waist firmly and occasionally his fingernails scraped her skin.

  “Fuck- fuck…” Holding her breath, Sophia groaned softly as Dylan just as slowly pulled out of her channel. She had to force herself not to cum and the effort was wreaking havoc on her. Beneath her, her arms and legs began to tremble.

  “Shit-” Dylan thrust back into her and Sophia let out a squeak. She could feel the ridges of his cock as the length caressed her channel. Her velvet walls shuddered and closed in around him, burning with anticipation.

  “Sophia… God, I’m gonna make you cum s
o fucking hard.” Pushing up her backside at the growling tone, Sophia let out another soft cry as Dylan set a steady, hard pace. Already her orgasm was boring down on her, but she didn’t want to lose it yet. Savoring the feeling of him entering and exiting her, she closed her eyes just before his palms slid up her back to wrap around her shoulders.

  “Don’t cum until I say so...” In and out; it was all Sophia could feel. Dylan’s words sounded like they were coming through a tunnel, and her skin felt too tight for her body. Grinding her teeth together at the rhythmic pounding against her ass, a strangled noise was all that would escape her throat. Sweat formed on her flesh, and her toes curled tightly against the carpet of unimportant color.

  Only by the grace of God did Sophia manage to keep her orgasm from ripping her apart for what seemed like a long time. It was when Dylan tangled his hand in her short hair that she couldn’t hold it in any longer. Arching her back, her thighs struggled to come together and a loud moan tore from her chest. For a second even her heart stuttered and her muscles locked up. Inside her she could feel his length in extreme detail as her walls closed in around him. Her head felt like it was filled with air and in that moment everything was simply white.

  It was a color she hated with a passion but in this instance it seemed fitting.

  “Yes-s-s… cum on my cock, Sophia...” The tide of her orgasm hadn’t even died down in the least when Dylan picked up his pace. He nailed her harder, faster, and grunted with the effort of it. What was only supposed to be one mind blowing orgasm turned into two and Sophia felt her abdomen cramp from how tightly it was being twisted.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Crying out with each thrust, Sophia felt the world around her snap into place. Her lungs begged for oxygen while her body begged for more. Behind her Dylan shoved himself in her with a rough snap of his hips again and again. With every slap that sounded his grip on her shoulders tightened.

  “Fuck- I gotta cum-”

  “Don’t! Don’t-t cum in- ins- inside me-e… ah-h-h.” Against her own ears Sophia’s demand didn’t sound very legible, but Dylan must’ve understood because he suddenly pulled out of her completely. It took a fraction of a second to feel the hot ropes of his seed spurting onto her back. Panting heavily, she let her knees come together before shakily half-falling to the floor. Next to her he soon followed, using what she assumed was his t-shirt to wipe her off before pulling her into his lap.

  “Wow...” Mumbling, Sophia rested her head on Dylan’s shoulder to wait for her body to calm down and her mind to stop spinning. Against her ear his heart pounded an erratic tattoo in his chest that mirrored hers. His fingers shook against her thighs in a way that mirrored her own. His chest heaved just like hers did.

  “Do you want to do this again next weekend? We can watch a chick flick instead.” Dylan only spoke up after his breathing had returned to normal, and Sophia nodded instantly without much thought.

  “Yeah. I do.”

  THE END

  Another bonus story is on the next page.

  Bonus Story 12 of 44

  I Do…

  Description

  When Olivia discovered her fiancé was cheating on her, the night before their wedding, she was devastated. Still there was the part of her that harbored some doubt that was relieved when the wedding was called off. Shame-faced and reluctant to meet the pitiful stares of her bridal party, she took up her step-brother Elliot’s strange request to marry him instead and sail away for the weekend on his private yacht. She never expected a traditional marriage, but after one night of explosive sex, she knew her feeling for Elliot would never go away. But when they docked in Bahamas and she discovered Elliot’s lie, would she be able to trust him again?

  Chapter 1

  “Whoa! This is amazing!”

  I laughed as one of my bridesmaids, Sienna climbed on top of the bar and started shaking her skinny booty. The other girls who had made it to the bachelorette party whooped with delight and Amanda spanked her on the ass to everyone’s delight. We had decided at the last minute not to have any male strippers but to entertain ourselves and I thought we did a pretty damn good job without the men.

  “Take something off!” Lisa, my maid of honor yelled as she sat next to me.

  “No, please for God’s sake, keep everything on!” I yelled back, laughing when Lisa punched me in the arm. My best friend was a confirmed lesbian and had rooted for the “no men allowed” bachelorette party.

  “It’s almost time to go anyway,” I told Lisa. “No sense stirring things up. I’ve to get my beauty sleep for the wedding tomorrow.”

  “But it’s not even two yet! You’ll get to sleep all morning. The wedding isn’t until eleven.”

  She was right, but the truth was the party was beginning to lose its appeal for me. It mostly had to do with the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Pre-wedding jitters. I had been fine and then it hit me about half an hour ago.

  “We have one more surprise for the bride-to-be!” Amanda announced, helping Sienna from the bar counter.

  I groaned and glanced at my watch. “We don’t have time for another surprise. Do you want me to look like a raccoon at my own wedding?”

  “Come on. It’ll be fun! Plus, our ride’s not here yet.”

  Our ride was my step-brother Elliot who had volunteered to chauffeur us from the bar we had rented out to our homes after the party. Elliot was a sweetheart and had made himself available because he wanted to ensure we got home safe.

  “All right,” I caved in, “but only until El gets here.”

  The girls cheered and Amanda took me by the arm. Somebody produced a chair and I was pushed down to sit in it. No sooner had my ass been planted on the chair that a blindfold was produced.

  “Oh hell no!” I started to protest but with so many girls rooting to have me blindfolded, I was outnumbered. “Lisa!” I called for my friend to rescue me.

  “No can do, babe. Even I know when to leave well enough alone.”

  I growled and almost ripped off the blindfold when I heard them squealing. I wanted to know what the hell was going on. And then I felt it. Someone took my arms and placed them on naked flesh. Not just any naked flesh but a well-formed chest. Despite myself, my hands wandered over the intense body. Only one other man I knew had a chest to rival this one and I couldn’t feel up my stepbrother this way.

  Someone yanked down my blindfold. I gasped and laughed at what was before me. I should have known these hos would still go and get me a stripper though I had begged them not to. He was a hot one as well, all oiled up for my benefit. Wearing nothing but a pair of silk briefs with a very large imprint at the front, I almost leaped from the chair. He was gorgeous.

  Before I could protest that he should dance with one of the other girls instead, he approached me so close and gyrated in front of my face. If I had leaned forward even a little, his bulge would have touched my face. My face flamed in embarrassment.

  “I guess I should come back?”

  At the sound of Elliot’s voice, I jerked away from the stripper. The other girls groaned their disappointment that Elliot had arrived on time. I was glad he was here. As hot as the stripper guy was, I was uncomfortable with him gyrating for me in this way. I was getting married tomorrow after all.

  “Nooo,” I protested and got off the chair. “I need to get some sleep.”

  “But the fun is just beginning!” Sienna grumbled.

  I stared at Elliot begging him to save me. Understanding my silent plea, he nodded.

  “Okay, guess what? We can move the party to the back of the limousine. It’s big enough. We’ll keep the party going until the last of you are home.”

  “Can we take the long way?” Amanda giggled, fluttering her eyes at Elliot.

  I rolled my eyes. Amanda was the biggest flirt of the lot and she always had a crush on Elliot since he joined my family. She was the girl who slept over the most because she wanted to be around Elliot, never minding he didn’t give us the time of day. He woul
d always see us as little kids.

  “Sure, let’s go.”

  It took almost half an hour to move out of the cozy bar Elliot had rented for me uptown and into the limousine. The girls had grabbed bottles of alcohol and climbed in after ensuring the male stripper was in first. They had no intention of letting him go until they got their money’s worth.

  “Hey, can I ride up front with you?” I asked Elliot. I didn’t want any part in the debauchery that was about to take place in the back.

  “Sure.”

  Relieved, I got in the front beside him and buckled up.

  “You’re such a party pooper!” Amanda yelled at me from the back. Up the separation went to block us off.

  Despite knowing my friend was kidding, I couldn’t help feeling hurt by her comment. Of all of us, I was usually the sensible one who ensured they didn’t go home with strangers when we went partying.

  “Are you okay?” Elliot asked as he expertly maneuvered the limousine into the street.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “Not by a long stretch. This is me, Carrie. Talk to me.”

  “It’s just pre-wedding jitters,” I said, aiming a smile at him. “This time tomorrow I’ll be over it.”

  “Right. Because this is what you want. There’s nobody else you’d rather spend your life with than Drew.”

  I swallowed hard as I thought about his words. My heart started thumping in my chest. This was what I was afraid of… that I didn’t know.

  “Yes?” When I realized my response sounded more like a question, I repeated more affirmatively. “Yes, this is what I want.”

  Chapter 2

  “What are you doing, girl? Just turn around the car and go home. It’s your day.”

  Despite my brain telling me the right thing to do, I drove my car up the driveway to my fiancé’s apartment building. I claimed an empty spot and turned off the ignition, trying to give myself some time to change my mind about this. My pre-wedding jitters had turned into wedding day jitters. I couldn’t shake the feeling and last night I hadn’t hardly been able to sleep.