by Lauren Wood
I woke up early and decided not to rouse her from her beauty sleep. It was time to put my plan into action.
Life was too short. It was about living for the moment and seizing those opportunities when they presented themselves. I had forgotten that and June had reminded me how time was ticking by.
She had a 20-year plan. If you wanted to make god laugh then all you had to do was say that you had a plan.
Chapter 6
Damian
She had me by the balls from the moment that she walked in the room. Every day was torture. It was just a matter of time before I cracked under the pressure.
This was like a never ending tease to have her so close and yet so far away. I was kicking myself for not taking her up on her offer to come out that night. I was just a man and my resolve was crumbling with each passing day.
She sauntered in looking good enough to eat. I was sure that she would make a meal fit for a king.
“I hope that everybody has learned some valuable techniques in my class. There are those of you wasting your time, but I’m not one to burst your bubble.” I spoke eloquently the next hour. Rita was purposely grabbing my attention by folding one leg over the other. I didn’t know what her game was.
I went over in detail the next day’s lesson without missing a beat. They were listening intently and not one of them had picked up a pencil to write anything down. If they learned anything then retaining the information without a paper trail was a valuable lesson to learn.
I turned my back when they were all leaving the room and was quite surprised to see that she had vacated along with the crowd.
I was a little disappointed and I leaned back against the desk slightly relieved at the same time. It was only after I heard the door slam and the telltale click of a lock that had me on high alert.
The woman walking towards me had a confidence which exuded from every pore of her body.
The black leather skirt and the tight white sweater called attention to her best assets. Her long and luscious legs were highlighted by the high heels. I was about to say something, but then I lost my train of thought when she turned and purposely bent over in front of me.
My eyes were literally bugging out of my skull. There was no way that I could be brave enough to walk away from her bare ass. On further inspection, I realized there was a very thin piece of material blocking my way.
I fell to my knees with my hands pulling gently at what had found its way up the crack of her ass. It slipped down her legs and around her ankles. The lips of her sex were bright pink and there was the obvious lipstick along the lips to keep me prisoner.
“I can feel your hands on my skin.” It was hard to deny how she had sealed my fate with something so insignificant as a pair of underwear.
“You’re going to feel a lot more than just my hands. Coming in here wearing that is going to get you more than you bargained for.” My tongue slipped out of my mouth and moved within a hair’s breath of those silky lips. She reached back and opened herself up to a visual intrusion.
“I want to feel every part of you. I’ve waited long enough and you’ve been amazingly patient. This was your way of making this moment sizzle.” Stopping the forward momentum of this illicit affair was asking for retribution.
I was powerless. I wanted to taste the forbidden fruit of her desire. There was a sheen of wetness and I went in for a closer look.
“You have only yourself to blame for this.” I penetrated the interior of her sex with my tongue leading the way.
The delicious nectar flowed freely and I could feel the membrane of her resistance waiting for me. I touched it with my finger to feel it give a little, but not near enough to ruin what was going to be the moment of truth.
“I want you to suck my clit.” Her words conveyed how easy it was going to be to bring us both to the pinnacle of our desire.
Grabbing onto that little bud, I gave it a tongue lashing that it was never going to forget. I was going to smell like her and she was going to carry my cologne like a badge of honor.
Her clit was quite big and demanding satisfaction. I worked her into a frenzy with those lips a froth of white from the friction of my finger touching her in a profound way. I wasn’t breaking the rules. I was making her think it was going to happen before she wanted it to.
“This is too much and I want to cum so badly all over your face. I want you to taste what is going to grab onto your cock when you finally sink it in deep. This is what I wanted that night when you forced me to confess my desires over…over…the… PHONE.” She was in the process of screaming and thinking quickly, I managed to put my hand over her mouth. It was the only way to muffle the cries of hungry lust escaping her lips.
I buried my tongue and kept up with the demand of her orgasm. It was the perfect appetizer to wet my appetite for the main course. I continued to administer to her pleasure making her gyrate. I was witnessing the way that her thighs were quaking on her heels.
I turned her around and kissed her deeply letting her taste the product of her own hungry little kitty. She was quite taken back for a second. She swooned to my touch. I had my hand on the small of her back. I was guiding her to her knees. She anxiously took my cock out of my pants. She began to show me the kind of treatment I was waiting for.
“I might be…a little older…” I lost my train of thought as she attempted to drive the full brunt of my manly persuasion into her throat.
Grabbing onto her hair, I twisted the locks in my hands and held her firmly against my waist. The feel of her tongue lapping at my balls was quite unexpected. It was probably meant to give me the incentive to give her more than a mouthful. I was not going to be enticed and this was only a prelude for better things to come.
I let her continue until the emphasis was on the crown of my scepter. I was rapidly approaching the end of my rope. The gun was about to go off and all chambers were full to capacity.
“I don’t think so.” I pulled her off of me with her lips plump and her lipstick marking the territory of my shaft.
I lifted her onto the table and used my hands to spread her knees. I could see what was winking at me. She was dripping down the surface of her thighs. Positioning myself between her legs, I moved forward until the head kissed the lips.
“I want you to know that I’m ready for this. I’ve been ready from the moment that I could smell you during registration. You really didn’t think that I forgot.” She made me gasp by wrapping her hot hands around the thick shape of my shaft.
“I remember that day like it was yesterday.” I gave a lunge forward and the head disappeared from view. I could feel the vacuum force pulling me forward until I was as deep as I could possibly be.
“Just give me…a minute.” I wasn’t sure that I could not when I was feeling this much pleasure. It seemed illegal to feel this way and be with a woman half my age.
“You have no idea how much restraint it takes not to just fuck you.” I was waiting for the green light and then her fingers raked over my nipples.
“I need this more than you know and I decided to take it off like a band aid.” There must’ve been a little bit of discomfort, but she managed to grin and bear it. The worst part was over. The smile creasing across her face confirmed that the pleasure was outweighing any lingering pain.
She was twisting my nipples. She was feeding my libido a shot of adrenaline. I grabbed onto the back of her thighs and gave her short hard thrusts. The urgency was coming over me and I was holding out.
“I don’t know why we waited so long. I thought it was wrong, but how could it be when it feels so right.” She wasn’t just taking it and she was showing her enthusiasm by pushing herself against me.
The wet sounds were like cracks of thunder every time that I bottomed out. I could see the lips kissing every inch and leaving behind a polish of her juices.
“I’m fucking… I’m going to… AHHHH.” Her body went into sexual hysterics, humping into the air and she was lifting her body at the s
ame time.
“I can feel it and I think I understand why we had to wait so long.” I was slowly moving along the slickness of her hole. There was nothing quite like a virgin being touched for the first time.
Watching her reaction was like seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It was a revelation of Biblical proportions. The necessary response was to let go of the burden building up in my balls.
I saw a way to enhance her experience and I wasn’t going to turn down the possibility of giving her multiple reasons to rejoice. Her clit was quite pronounced and easily recognizable. I only had to touch it to make her eyes roll back into the back of her head.
This time she was foaming at the mouth like a mad dog. She was scratching my chest with enough force to leave a mark.
“You are one wild woman and I doubt that we had even scratched the surface of what you’re capable of. It’s going to be fun to find out where your limits are. As far as I know, I don’t think that I have any, but maybe you can test that theory.” I was enjoying the way that she was throwing her head from side to side. She was thrashing like mad and I was worried that the table wasn’t going to put up with that kind of strain.
I could feel the momentum shifting and my pace turned up a notch. If anybody were to see this they would have sworn that there was a blur of motion. I’d never moved that fast in my life. There was no way that I was going to stop the inevitable from happening.
The sensation was growing and there was the flicker of recognition in her eyes when she began to flutter her eyelids. She raised one finger and motioned for me to come closer to where I could hear her.
“I want your hot cum inside me. You want the same thing and I can feel how close you are.” It was the words I needed to push me over the edge.
I pulled back on the hammer. The exit was intense and burned in a good way. She was literally draining me of every drop and leaving me as dry as the Sahara desert. I pounded swiftly and with decisive movements. I didn’t scream, but I did moan which was captured by her hand slapping over my mouth.
“I can’t breathe and I don’t care.”
“Damian, I want you to know that you have taught me more than just journalism. I don’t know what your intentions are. I know that I would like to be with you, but we’ll have to sneak around until after this class ends.” I hadn’t done that when I was younger and I had a feeling that I was missing out on something.
“I think that I can handle leaving a light on for you.” I kissed her lips and then I looked up to see my colleague standing at the door with his mouth wide open. I thought that he was going to blow the whistle, but he smiled and walked away with that same whistle mocking me.
I’d found my calling and something quite unexpected along the way. Teaching had given me the opportunity to give back to the community. It also led me to the beauty of youth wrapped up in an old soul.
THE END
MORE STEAMY ROMANCE BY ALUREN WOOD
DIRTY NEIGHBOR
Chapter 1
I snuggled deep into the comfort of my bed, embracing the warmth it gave me. It was barely ten in the evening and I was already in bed. I was excited for my first day of senior year tomorrow.
My parents were medical doctors and I plan to follow in their footsteps. I’ve got the grades, the drive, and the handwriting. I was what you call a goody-two-shoes with a slight bit obsession of being a perfectionist. I thrive to be a perfect daughter, perfect student, and the perfect doctor. I won’t settle for less. And being perfect means no parties and especially no boyfriends.
Tonight my parents had night shifts at the hospital and I had all the evening to myself. I enjoyed a quiet night to myself but that quiet was soon disturbed.
“Oh yeah, harder! Harder baby!”
My eyes snapped open as my lips curled in disgust. Damn, that man whore! Of course, my perfect night had to be ruin by the one and only enemy.
Eros Carmichael.
He’s the town’s notorious bad boy. It has been years since he’s been home. Word has it that he was sent to rehab, others say he became a secret assassin, and then there’s one where he went to jail. Just today I heard word of his return and I knew that one way or another he would annoy me.
You see, Eros is five-years-older than me. But I remember when I was little he would disturb the neighborhood with his parties and his fights. It was outrageous! He is the worst neighbor of all time. This time he’s gone too far. He’s an adult now, he should be more responsible.
The moaning only seemed to get louder. I stormed to my window and right as I opened my window I shouted “Hey! Can you keep it down?” as I was waiting for a reply I was only met with more moaning.
“Faster baby! Faster!”
I think I’m going to be sick. “Knock it off!” I yelled but still the moaning continued. Usually, when Eros would be too noisy he had my parents to deal with but with my parents at work, I guess I have to deal with him myself.
Determined and driven by anger I shoved my fuzzy slippers on and walked over to his house. I knocked on the door but was met with nothing. I groaned in annoyance as I made my way to stand underneath his window. “Stupid pervert,” I mumbled to myself, talking about Eros.
I grabbed a pebble from the ground and threw it at his window in hopes I could grab their attention. The moaning was much louder and I could hear the bed squeak from their movements. I should be enjoying my night’s sleep instead of taming the noisy neighbor.
The woman with Eros gave out a shrill moan making me cringe in disgust. I looked around for more pebbles but then saw a rock as big as my palm. I couldn’t help myself as I threw the rock at his window, hoping this time it would grab their attention. What I didn’t plan on was for the rock to break his window. Both my hands flew to my mouth in shock.
“Fuck,”
I heard a male cuss. Within seconds I saw a silhouette in front of the window and I could feel their intense gaze upon me. Instant regret filled my every being as I heard the front door open and slam shut. A brooding man stood in front of me. This man couldn’t be Eros.
His body towered over me as his electric blue eyes stared at me with such intensity making my knees weaken. He has dark eyebrows that sloped downwards into a serious expression. Upon his strong and defined face was plumped lips drawn into a straight line. He also had high cheekbones and a crooked nose that seemed like he got into too many fights.
Muscles rippled across his sun-kissed body and my cheeks heated up when I noticed that he was shirtless and his shorts hung low on his hips that I saw his abdominal V. He had scars littered across his body making my heart reach out to him.
“Like what you see?” his husky voice spoke that you could tell that he was smirking. I shook my head out of my trance as I glared at him. “Excuse me! Do you know what time it is?” I asked angrily. He looked clueless as he stared at the sky and said “Midnight I guess,”
“Exactly! You’re making such a racket with your hooker that I can’t get a wink of sleep,” I patted myself mentally for standing up to the Adonis. What? I might be a goody-two-shoes but that doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to good looking men.
I was expecting an apology but instead, he asked “Why? Want to join?” the nerve on this guy!
I gasped at him as I poked him in the chest “I’d rather die than join the likes of you,” I hissed. “Besides what are you doing in Carmichael residence?” I wanted nothing more than to smack the smirk off his face. “Baby, don’t you know? I’m Eros Carmichael.” this made my body freeze as my traitorous heart packed its bags and left my body.
“Carmichael,” I spat his name. “I was much happier when you were in jail.” I remember the times he used to pull on my pigtails and called me names. He was the bad boy of this town—now I should say, bad man. He was my personal bully and for five years that he’s gone I was at my happiest, now with him back I’m not positive anymore.
His eyes widen as if he just realized who I am. “Grace Hawthorn or should I say little Gra
ce,” I glared at the nickname he’s always given me. But something stops me from glaring even more, the smile upon his face. It’s that kind of smile that leaves you breathless but before I could tattoo his smile in my brain, his smile turned into perverted grin.
He folded his arms in front of his chest making his muscles bulge and flex. “Wow, you’ve grown into a woman,” he said as his eyes roamed up and down my body but then stopped at my chest.
Just realizing I came out here wearing just my matching pink pajamas, I wrapped my hands around my chest and said “My eyes are up here jerk,” his eyes then met mine. “You broke my window little Grace--” I cut him off by saying “I’ll pay for it.” not making eye contact with him.
I felt his hand under my chin as he lifted my head to look at him. “You see little Grace, I don’t want money.” I frowned and asked, “Then what do you want?” He lowered his head until his breath was upon my neck sending goose bumps on my skin. His voice was raspy as he whispered “You.”
He pulled away and smirked in triumph. But I wasn’t having any of it tonight, I was sleepy and at the same time irritated by this man whore. I pulled back my fist and punched his chest but it didn’t do any damage which made him chuckle. My fist started throbbing in pain so I did the first thing that came to mind, I kneed him where the sun doesn’t shine. He cupped his groin and fell to the ground. I smiled sweetly and said “I’m not an object Carmichael.” As I walked away.
Chapter 2
My eyelids felt heavy as I tried my best to stay awake in class. Thanks to Eros, I barely had any sleep. I mentally congratulate myself after our confrontation last night because I think I handled it maturely, except for breaking his window and kneeing him in the groin but it did stop them from their physical activity.
The bell rung signaling that school has ended for the day. I tiredly put away my books and slowly walked towards the exit. My best friend, Melissa caught up with me as she asked shyly “Did you get any sleep last night?”