Extreme Passions

by Extreme Passions [Bold Strokes FF] (retail) (epub)

  Sophia grabbed my wrist and forced me deeper into her arching body. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths to the rhythm. I humped the air, chafing my painful clit with each repetition. It felt like I was hot-wired to a lightning rod.

  “Faster…” Sophia begged, pulling her mouth from mine, staring into my lust-glazed eyes.

  As if seeing my need for the first time, she unzipped my jeans and wiggled her hand into the tight space between my legs. I plunged faster into Sophia’s body as she stroked swollen lips and searched for my short fuse. The minute she touched it, I knew I’d go off.

  I tried to wiggle out of her reach. “You’ll make me come,” I warned.

  “Is what you want, no?” Her voice was husky and labored. “I give you the pleasure. Let go.”

  Pressure and pain built inside me as I pushed harder. “Fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.” I’d never said those words to a woman before. She usually begged me.

  Sophia’s breathing quickened and her vaginal muscles tightened around my fingers. I knew she was close. At the same moment, she found my distended clitoris and teased it between her thumb and forefinger. My butt rose from the chair to meet her skillful hand. One more stroke and I’d lose it. Jolts of pained pleasure shot through me with each squeeze of my tender flesh. My legs tensed as all energy gathered at the exact point of Sophia’s contact.

  “I want your juice in my hand, do this for me,” Sophia breathed in my ear.

  She cupped her hand, rubbed the heel of her palm against the tip of my sex, and slid her finger inside me. Working back and forth, she rocked my pussy against her until I could barely breathe. Short primal grunts and ragged breath mingled together.

  “Oh my God, I’m coming…” I heard myself say.

  Sophia’s legs trembled against my thighs as she came with a slow, sexy whimper. The sound of her release sent me over the edge. Lights flashed behind my eyes. My insides tightened and released around her finger in sucking convulsions. Molten come trickled down into her hand. I kept coming as she watched. Spasms ran the length of my body and I sank back in the chair, limp and helpless.

  As the last tremors racked my body, Sophia slid her hand from between my legs. She brought each finger to her mouth and licked it like a melting ice cream. “You make good dessert too.” With a soft chuckle she whispered in my still-ringing ear, “Next time we have the full meal, no?”

  Dream Girl

  Meghan O’Brien

  The sloppy-drunk blonde sat on the couch next to me, trying hard to get my attention away from the girl of my dreams.

  She pressed a damp, clumsy hand to my denim-covered thigh and whispered hot promises into my ear, but nothing could distract from the redhead dancing in the center of the room.

  “Whatsa matter?” the blonde slurred and moved her hand closer to the juncture of my thighs. “Not interested in girls?”

  “Not interested in you.” Wincing, I granted her a quick sideways glance. “Sorry, honey. I’m just taken.”

  Now the blonde followed my gaze to the edge of the crowd of dancers. She frowned at the laughing redhead and her lithe butch partner. “So’s she, you know.”

  “Oh, really?”

  She pointed to our left, at a tall brunette with cropped hair who leaned against the wall and regarded the redhead from a distance. “Her.”

  The brunette took a sip of her drink, never breaking her intense gaze at the redhead and her dance partner. Smiling fondly, she tapped her fingers against her plastic cup to the beat of the music.

  “Interesting.”

  “Not really,” the blonde burbled dismissively. “If you want to go upstairs, though, I can show you interesting.” She nearly fell across my lap during her attempt at a seductive pose.

  “I’m sure you could,” I said. “Maybe some other time, darling. I’m just not in the mood right now.”

  The blonde scoffed an insult to my back as I walked toward the brunette. I stopped only a few feet from her and claimed my own place against the wall. From this vantage point I had a better view of the redhead and could watch her unmolested.

  She was radiant. Glowing. Her red hair came to her shoulders in loose waves, framing a sweet ivory face. I wondered if she had freckles. Hoped she did. On her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, everywhere. Surely she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes upon.

  The mere sight of her put me in a state of almost physical distress. It was almost like someone had come along and shoved their fist down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. My heart rate increased and my legs got weak. In all likelihood, I was suffocating.

  It was glorious. I had to fuck her. Absolutely had to.

  I snuck a peek at her lover standing beside me. The brunette paid no attention to me ogling her girlfriend. She looked as rapt about watching her as I felt. I tried to prepare myself for disappointment.

  There was no way this woman would share a treasure like her. No way. And going behind the girlfriend’s back wasn’t an option for me. I may be many things, but a relationship destroyer isn’t one of them. But then, who knew how serious things were between them? And who knew how the brunette would react to me?

  No guts, no glory.

  I sidled up to the brunette. “Having a good time?”

  She sized me up momentarily, then returned to staring at the redhead. “Always.”

  I followed her gaze, then peeked again at the brunette’s face for a reaction to my next words. “She’s beautiful.”

  “And that’s not even why I married her.” Subtle smile. No apparent anger.

  So far, so good.

  At the edge of the throng of dancing partygoers, the redhead turned and pressed her bottom into the butch’s hips, grinding seductively. She tossed a grin over her shoulder at her dance partner, who pulled her in tight with an answering leer. Strong hands caressed her belly.

  “That doesn’t bother you?” I asked.

  “We don’t do jealousy,” the brunette said without taking her eyes off the redhead.

  I suppressed a grin. That was promising. “A wise philosophy.”

  “We think so.”

  Here was the crucial moment. “Do you make friends?”

  “Sometimes.” Tearing her eyes away from the redhead, she finally met my gaze. “I like to let Evie decide what friends we make.”

  “Evie?” A pleasant heat pooled between my thighs. “Beautiful name, too.”

  I wanted to make sure that my intentions were understood, and the smirk on the brunette’s face made it clear that she read me loud and clear. “Damn right.”

  “I’m Jude.”

  “Mike.” The brunette shook my hand firmly. “Short for Michaela.”

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you. Whether we become friends or not.”

  Dark eyes scanned my body. “Likewise.”

  I settled back against the wall next to Mike and we both watched Evie dance her way through another fast song. She switched partners for this one. A blond woman with curly hair pulled back in a ponytail. I felt myself getting almost uncomfortably wet as I watched them entwine their bodies seductively to the driving beat of the music.

  When the song was over, Evie left her new dance partner with a kiss on the cheek and made her way over to Mike. Sparing me a lingering glance, she leaned into her partner and gave her a deep, moaning kiss. One of Mike’s hands tangled in Evie’s hair and the other sought out her hip. Their embrace was easy and comfortable and utterly sexy.

  When Evie pulled back, Mike jerked a thumb at me. “This is Jude.”

  “Hello, Jude.”

  Evie offered a slim, feminine hand and I took it gently, as if I might break her. “Hey. Nice dancing.”

  “Thanks.” Evie squeezed my hand before releasing it. “I need a drink. I’m dying.”

  She was indeed covered with a light sheen of sweat. One fat droplet rolled down her temple and disappeared in a damp tendril of hair. My mouth watered as I imagined the salty-sweet taste of it.

  “Why don’t you
get her a drink, Jude?” Mike said. She shot me a meaningful look. “Water.”

  “Of course.”

  I took my time with it, sneaking surreptitious glances across the room at Mike and Evie from the makeshift bar. They stood in each other’s arms, foreheads pressed together, talking intently. I prayed that Evie was agreeable to what was being suggested. I would do anything to touch her just one time.

  When I returned with the bottle of water, Evie took it with a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks, Jude.” She swallowed a sip, then handed the bottle to Mike without breaking eye contact with me. “So you want to be my friend?”

  Funny how when the moment arrived, all my courage fled and I was left standing there with a dry throat and nothing clever to say. “Uh, yeah?”

  Brilliant.

  Evie’s grin nearly shut down my heart. “Shy?”

  “Not usually.”

  “Right now?”

  “Nervous,” I clarified. “And hopeful.”

  “She’s been staring at you like a starving animal for almost a half hour now,” Mike said. “I’m sure she’s dripping wet.”

  “And hard as a rock,” I said. No reason not to be honest at this point.

  “Oh, really?” Evie’s hand found my crotch and the bulge contained in my jeans. “Well. Someone came prepared.”

  “You like that, baby?” Mike stroked Evie’s hair with a sly grin.

  Nodding, Evie murmured, “Let’s go upstairs. I know a room we can use.”

  As she turned and walked away, Mike stopped me from following with a hand on my arm. “You follow my lead, understand?”

  “I understand.” I was willing to do anything at this point. I had to have Evie.

  “Then let’s go.”

  We followed Evie through dancing, drinking people—mostly women—to a staircase littered with no less than three different couples in various stages of making out. Weaving my way through them, I couldn’t help but watch Evie’s ass as we climbed the steps to the second floor. I desperately wanted to stay calm enough to make the most of this night, but damn, that ass made it difficult.

  In the upstairs hallway, there was a couple positioned halfway between the two bedroom doors on the left. One woman stood leaning against the wall, pants around her ankles, and the other was on her knees in front of her, open mouth on her companion’s pussy. Two other women lingered in close proximity, watching the action.

  “Damn,” I muttered as Evie stopped walking abruptly to watch. Evie murmured in agreement.

  Mike put a hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “That’s a good idea.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Look at Evie. She’s so turned on.”

  It was true. Even in the dim light of the hallway, I could see the heated flush of Evie’s face and the desire in her eyes. Her slim pale hands were balled into tight fists at her sides as she stared at the scene in front of us.

  “I want you to push her up against the wall right here, and lick her until she comes.” Mike’s hot breath tickled my ear. She gave me an encouraging pat on the back. “Then we’ll go to the room.”

  I wasn’t about to refuse. I reached out to touch Evie’s shoulder, then paused.

  “What?” Mike asked.

  “May I kiss her first?”

  Mike nodded, and I immediately placed both hands on Evie’s shoulders. Moving quickly, I pressed her up against the wall and kissed her hard, swallowing a small noise of surprise. After a moment, she began to kiss me back. Her hands trailed up and down my back, and mine found her hips. Our rhythm together was perfect.

  I pulled away without a word and sank to my knees. I kept my eyes locked to hers, delighting in her open-mouthed, half-dazed gasping, and reached for the button on her jeans.

  “Oh, God,” Evie said, moaning, as I eased her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She lifted one foot and planted it on the floor next to my knee. “Yes.”

  I maneuvered her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me. She was gorgeous. The kinky, dark hair between her legs was trimmed neatly and slicked with her juices. I could see pink labia, swollen and heavy with her arousal. She smelled of soap and light sweat, and when I pressed my lips to her pussy in a gentle kiss, she tasted sweeter than I thought possible.

  I spread her open with one hand and licked up the length of her. Her pussy was so soft on my tongue. Moaning, I sucked her slick, puffy labia into my mouth.

  “Does that feel good, darling?”

  Mike’s voice cut through my haze, and I remembered my audience. I felt Evie’s hand tangle in my hair as she answered, breathless.

  “So good.”

  “She’s going to make you come,” Mike said.

  “Yes.” Evie arched her back and I took advantage of her shift in position, thrusting my tongue as deep inside of her as I could go. “Fuck yeah, she’s going to make me come.”

  “Doesn’t she taste good, Jude?”

  I nodded and mumbled against Evie’s pussy, unwilling to stop sucking on her for even an instant to answer. Of course she tasted good. Amazing, even. Evie moaned and tightened her hand in my hair, keeping my face close.

  I wondered how big an audience we had.

  Evie’s clit was long, distended, and hot against my tongue. I circled it with fast, concentrated movements and slid my free hand up under her shirt to palm one of her breasts. It fit perfectly in my hand. I wanted her to come so badly it hurt.

  As if answering my unspoken desire, Evie’s hips jerked and she cried out loudly. Leg still hooked over my shoulder, she shook and quivered as my face grew even wetter with her juices. I tugged at her nipple roughly as she came, and her noises grew even louder. Finally, she sagged against the wall and pushed at my face weakly.

  With a grin of triumph, I pulled away. Mike was holding Evie up as I rose to my feet, and patted me on the shoulder with her free hand.

  “Nice,” Mike said.

  “Thanks.” Leaning forward, I gave Evie a quick kiss on the lips. “I was thinking the same thing.”

  “No kidding,” Evie whispered. Her gaze darted to my right, where all four women who were in the hallway before we came upstairs were watching us with none too subtle smiles. “Thank you.”

  “Come on,” Mike said, and took Evie by the hand. “We need a room. Now.”

  I shot a sly wink at the women who had been watching us as I followed them into the last room on the right. It was a reasonably large bedroom with a number of framed photographs decorating the walls. Mike closed the door behind us.

  “So.” Mike took a step into the room and crossed her arms. She looked me up and down. “You want to fuck my wife?”

  Though I was a little taken aback by the frankness of the question, I wasn’t going to show it. Evie laughed, a nervous, excited little noise, and I turned to give her a confident once-over. She wore only her T-shirt and panties. Mike was holding her jeans.

  “Badly,” I told Mike. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I need more.”

  “Tell you what,” Mike said. “She lets you fuck her, and then you help us make one of her fantasies come true.”

  “What’s that?” I asked Evie. She gave me a shy grin, cheeks flushed deep pink. Absolutely adorable. I had a feeling I’d do anything for her.

  “Both of you at the same time,” Evie said. “You can have my pussy. Mike gets my ass.”

  My clit jumped at the mental image. “Deal.”

  “How do you want me?” Evie raised her arms in a submissive pose. “If you’re half as good with that cock as you are with your tongue, I have a feeling I’ll like whatever you’re thinking.”

  “On your hands and knees.” I pointed to the bed. “Take off your clothes.”

  Mike took a seat in a recliner at the far side of the room and crossed her legs. She raised an eyebrow at me, then nodded at Evie. Blushing, Evie began to undress.

  Her skin was pale, flawless. Her shoulders and chest were smattered with freckles, and her breasts were topped with light pink nipples. The hair between he
r legs was a shade darker than that on her head. When she got on the bed and faced away from me, she set her knees apart and exposed deep pink folds, heavy with arousal and slick with wetness.

  I groaned.

  “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Mike murmured. Her voice was hushed, reverent. “Evie, you’re beautiful.”

  “Yes, you are,” I echoed. I undressed quickly, desperate to be inside of her. “Thank you both for inviting me up here.”

  “Our pleasure,” Evie said. She smiled back at me over her shoulder, then dropped her gaze to the cock I had strapped between my thighs. “Oh, my.”

  I stepped up to the foot of the bed and raised an eyebrow at Mike. “What do you think?” I asked her. “Can your wife handle this?” I stroked the shaft of the toy.

  “Yes.” Mike’s nostrils flared. “Just work it in nice and slow, and she’ll be just fine.”

  Evie groaned as I climbed onto the bed. I leaned over her, so that my breasts brushed against her back, and whispered into her ear. “I’ve been wanting you all night.”

  “So take me.”

  I sat up on my knees and placed my hands on her buttocks. I had to take a deep breath as I spread her open. Her smell made me dizzy. I kept one hand on her ass and used the other one to guide my cock into her pussy.

  I’d worn a big one tonight, and Evie was a small woman. I rubbed the head around her opening, then pressed inside, drawing a deep moan from her throat. I could see it stretching her open and I stopped once I had about an inch inside, then withdrew.

  “Did that feel good?”

  “Yes,” Evie moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

  I pressed inside again. Once more it stretched her, so much that the skin of her opening turned white around the cock. I gritted my teeth and slid into her, shooting Mike a look of pure pleasure as Evie took the whole length of me inside. Not once did Evie stop moaning.

  Mike licked her lips. “Feel good, baby?”

  “Incredible,” Evie whimpered. She reached back with one hand and patted my thigh. “Fuck me. Please.”

  “Yeah, Jude,” Mike said. She met my gaze with dark eyes full of desire. “Fuck her.”