Love's Erotic Flower

by Diane Rinella

His eyes bulge like balloons as he drops the sheet. “Not funny, Lil! Not helping your case, and not funny!”

  “I’m sorry.” I give a false pout. “You know, you don’t need to be effeminate to enjoy a little anal play. After all, men have the same ass parts that women do.”

  “Yes, but women don’t have the same equipment men do!”

  “But I can buy one, and I plan to.”

  “Oh, no you don’t,” Donovan warns, getting out of bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To cancel our credit cards!”

  Grabbing him by the shoulders, I nudge him back to me. “Okay, I’ll tell you what. I’ll make the big masculine jock a bet. When I win, I get my way.”

  “No way in hell!”

  “If you don’t play along, I’m cutting you off indefinitely.”

  “That wouldn’t last a day.”

  Yeah, he’s totally right, and he knows it—which means if he plays along he really is interested. If he’s not, I’ll drop the subject, albeit unwillingly. Crossing my arms, I make my attempt with a stern look blanketing my face, knowing that he is really the one who has me over a barrel. “Try me!”

  Donovan turns disgruntled. “I’ll consider it. What are your terms?”

  Yeah, that is what I suspected, therefore I will hit below the belt, giving him more incentive to run, if that is what he really wants. “I have to beat you at something where you get to show your macho strength. That way, when you are forced to bend over and take it, you will already have lost your masculinity and won’t feel as threatened.”

  His jaw goes slack before he turns smug. “Okay. You have to take me down to the ground by a show of force. No tripping, no underhanded tricks—and you only have today to do it.”

  “I’d say that is easy, but knowing you, you would cheat by keeping your ass planted on the sofa the entire time. How about I just get you to beg for mercy?”

  “Sounds dirty.”

  “Don’t worry, when I win the results will be.”

  Donovan throws up his hands. “That’s it! All bets are off!”

  “Nope! We are on, but I get forty-eight hours, and you have to go about your normal business. No hiding from me!”

  “Fine, but you have to take me down and you are not allowed to mess with me while I’m asleep nor during sex, kissing, or anything else distracting. Those are safe zones. Also, when I win, this subject is forever closed.”

  “Okay, I’ll let you have your little security blanket, especially since when I win and am taking your ass, there will be no cowering.”

  Donovan jumps out of bed, dragging the sheet with him and wrapping it around him like a toga. “I’m taking a shower, behind a bolted door. If you want to sneak attack me you’ll have to jimmy the window.”

  As he exits the room, the sheet catches on the doorjamb, pulling away enough of it to expose a bit of his butt. “Hmm… that looks nice. Are you surrendering already? I know you want to.”

  With a nasty look and a yank of the sheet to cover him, Donovan bolts toward the bathroom, hollering, “I changed my mind. I’m off to the tattoo parlor to get a Closed For Business sign!”

  5

  At dinner, Donovan and I sit at the kitchen table, eating my homemade herb roasted chicken, brown rice, and cinnamon-buttered carrots that he loves so much. Before each bite he watches me eat, then takes a small forkful, eyeing it with trepidation.

  “Why do you keep looking at your food all funny?” I ask. “Are you feeling all right?”

  “Oh, I feel great—so far,” he says. “I’m just wondering how much I can eat before the sedative kicks in. I probably should have gone out for a burger. However, knowing you, you’d be following behind in a Ninja suit so you could sprinkle tranquilizer on my fries while I reached for the ketchup.”

  I continue eating my meal, refusing to be fazed by him. “I would never be so obvious as to do it in front of you. It’s in your milk.”

  “Not falling for it. I poured the milk myself. I even washed the glass first.”

  “I knew you would. That’s why I added it to the unopened carton through a pinhole with a hypodermic needle. The whole thing is laced. I’m surprised you didn’t notice it.” Donovan’s eyes creep toward his glass. “Hmm… that reaction was a little slow. Must be working.”

  With a clank, Donovan’s fork drops to his plate. “Okay, this isn’t funny, Lil. I know there’s no way you would do that, but your acting is a little too good.”

  “Please, Donovan. I would never slip you a sedative. I want you wide awake, squirming through every minute of it.” Donovan grabs his plate and heads downs the hall. “Where are you going?” I call out.

  “I’m locking myself in the bathroom to sleep in the tub. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  6

  Daylight begins to peek through the curtains when I wake to the sound of Donovan closing the door to the bathroom. Even though he is only a few steps away, I wrap my arms around his pillow, missing him. I snuggle in deeply, hoping his scent will rub off on me. However, what I really desire is to be coated in a layer of him.

  My legs rub together in anticipation of giving him the surprise inside the nightstand. It’s a little warm up to get him ready for the big event. The very thought of taking him from behind, submissive and enjoying every one of my thrusts, already has me wet in anticipation. When he comes back to bed, I have a nice gooey package with his name on it, ready to be unwrapped. Actually, if he doesn’t return soon I may unwrap it for him. The thought of taking him up the ass has me well past the ready-to-go stage.

  He slips into the room, still in his nightclothes, which consist of nothing. Expecting me to be asleep, he heads for the closet. Before his hand hits the knob, I jump out of bed and clamp my lips on his cock. Almost immediately he rises to attention.

  His knees buckle, and he encourages my mouth deeper with little pulses of his hips. I pull back and swirl my tongue around his tip, tasting his pre-cum that turns my saliva slippery and almost has me begging for the real thing. His hands grip my hair, and then go to the back of my head so his view is unobstructed while he slides into me. I’ve become so tight and wet in response to the heights he is achieving that I tighten my hold on his ass, nearly burying my nails in him. Suddenly my zealousness is too great. I need him now.

  My head pulls back, and my claws release their grip. “Oh God, Lily. Don’t stop now,” he pleads. I debate continuing, but I have a surprise planned. I kiss and lick my way up, then shove his hand into my crotch so he can feel the creamy effect he has on me.

  “Oh, dear God,” he mutters breathlessly while grabbing the back of my head with his other hand, his mouth hungrily devouring me. His fingers begin exploring, running back and forth from my clit to my silky inside, slipping in deeper and deeper. “I have got to get my cock in that.”

  He licks his fingers with a wicked grin, and then backs me onto the bed, cupping my head while he rides me down onto the heavenly cloud. His dick presses against my thigh like warm steel. It travels toward my pussy, its tip bumping against my clit, causing me to draw a breath and rethink if I really should detour as planned. It slides over my wet mound, and then begins to slip into my silky cave, bringing about my gasp.

  “Stop,” I say, nearly breathless. “I want you to do something for me. Lay down and close your eyes.” With a smirk he obeys. My eyes travel to his dick that’s tip is glistening with my juice, and I resist the urge to straddle him and taunt my clit with it. Instead I remove some lube and a small butt plug from the nightstand. “You can do anything you want, but you have to do something for me first.”

  My fingers slide down my mound, slipping into my syrup. With the anticipation over what is to come my body nearly looses control at the touch. I smear my juices over the plug, wishing it were bigger and an extension of me. My pussy tightens further at the memory of him sinking into my ass and what the view must have looked like from his angle; his hand on his cock, slipping into my tight hole. My breathing shallows
at the memory.

  “Bring your knees up,” I order. He follows along, and I draw them apart. “Raise your ass.” Gliding down between his legs, my tongue toys with his opening before I slide a finger in. His dick twitches. “Ah!” he sighs, clearly warming up to the idea.

  “Like it?”

  “I actually do. I wasn’t so ready last time.”

  “Good, then maybe you’re ready for more.”

  His eyes pop open. “Lily, what are you doing?”

  Without further warning I insert the small butt plug. His face freezes as I crawl up to him and he realizes what is inside him. I kiss him, sliding my tongue against his, and then guide him on top of me. “Now you can finish.”

  His breath stutters before his kisses travel down, detouring through the crease between my leg and the fiery pit of heaven. I prop myself for a prime view. With his tongue, he tenderly parts my lips, gently swirling, taunting and teasing my body, bringing it closer to ripples of pleasure. His tongue then throbs against my clit, and I begin pulsing in time with his mouth that groans little noises that make me tighter. Slowly he adds his fingers, the tip of his middle one stroking that cherished spot inside me that turns my trickle into a gusher. My thighs tighten around his head. He takes me to the edge all too soon, only to pull away and nibble on the inside of my thighs. When I’ve come down just enough to catch my breath, he goes for the kill, slipping his tongue inside me, driving my hands into the comforter as I emit a guttural squeal of delight.

  In and out, round and round he goes. If he continues much longer my body won’t stop. He can sense it in my pulse, hear it in my breath, and feel it as my thighs clamp. My back arches, and my hips tilt forward, offering me up higher as my hands thrust to the back of his head suggesting he not show mercy.

  My head falls to the side where I get a glimpse of us in the dresser mirror. Dropping my knees for a better view, I see his excitement build, not in his rock hard cock, but in how he presses his hips into the sheets, grinding and humping the bed. I’m about to cum just from watching him. With each thrust of his tongue his hips press harder into the mattress. Oh, dear God, this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m both jealous of the mattress and praying he doesn’t stop grinding. My moans grow louder with every one of his pushes.

  Lord, if he cums like that I think I might die.

  Donovan’s tongue finds my tender nub of flesh that sends me to heaven. Suddenly my body clenches and releases in violence, and I pull his head into my crotch with a scream.

  He pops up, and thrusts into me—pulsing hard before he slams in, tips his head back and groans, his dick succumbing to spasms. Just as he finishes I push him off, squeeze out some of his cum and spread it on me, then shove him down. “Suck! Suck yourself off of me.” He jets down at the command, and his lips suck my bud, his tongue then grabbing more of his juice before he sucks me again, and I envision having a cock for him to suck on. My mind flips to him humping the bed, and I moan deeply. Another orgasm hits at the delectable vision of him sucking himself off of my dick.

  When I come down from my high, I chuckle at both my antics and in response to the glistening juices I’ve left on his chin. Pushing aside a sudden urge of shyness, I grab him by the shoulders, nudging him up. “That was amazing.”

  From the nightstand he retrieves a tissue and wipes his chin. Quickly, I swat his hand and replace the path the tissue just coursed with my tongue, cleaning him thoroughly.

  “For as well as we know each other, you often surprise me,” he says.

  Pulling me on top of him for one last kiss, I curl my head into his chest and revel in the sound of his pounding heart, its rhythm matching my own.

  One step closer. One huge, giant step closer.

  7

  When I return home from work, Donovan is sitting at his desk, pouring over a history book. I stroll up from behind, and he quickly spins around, his hands pushed out in front of him. “You stay right there.”

  I blink and roll my eyes at him, just as he so often does to me. “Can’t I even give my boyfriend a kiss?” I say oh-so-sweetly.

  “Remember, kisses are safe ground,” he says like it is a paranoid warning. “You are not allowed to try anything while kissing me.”

  “Geez, relax.” Straddling my legs around him, I sit in his lap and our tongues do a luscious dance that send my senses reeling. “Mmm… keep kissing me like that and I’ll risk losing time off of the clock while begging you to take me into the bedroom.”

  “Who says you have to beg?” Donovan eases me off of him, and then wraps me in an impassioned embrace, nibbling at my neck and making my body weak.

  My words are baited by his tender touch. “No one, but I plan to make you beg.”

  “Mmm… After what happened last night I think I need to fight harder than ever. I shudder to think what could come next.”

  I let out a soft, yet maniacal laugh. “I have every intent of making you my little bitch.”

  “Oh, no way! That is so not going to happen.”

  “It will when I win.”

  Donovan jerks back. “You stay away. Don’t touch me.”

  My voice turns diminutive and sweet as I run a finger down his arm. “What’s the matter, D-boy? Is the big, bad jock afraid of the wussy, little pastry chef?” Like a switch has been flipped I give him an intense look of desire while deepening my voice and gripping his hand, “Come on, baby. Bend over and let daddy give you some sugar.”

  A look of panic overcomes him. “Oh no! You stop with that voice. Don’t you dare call me baby, and let go of my hand. You’re going to try bending my thumb back. I’m telling you right now that if you do I will let it break. You will snap my hand before—”

  “I promise that I will not do anything with your thumb,” I say sweetly. “You won’t be in danger of anything breaking.” My hand slides up his right arm and my finger jabs into his armpit, just behind the bone.

  “Ow! What the hell are you doing?”

  “I win.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I just let you off easy. There is a pressure point right here.” Again I jab and he winces. “It will hurt like hell if I let you have it. In fact, if I do it on the other side your heart could stop.”

  “Saying it doesn’t count. You actually have to take me down.”

  “You want me to make your heart stop? I can think of more exciting ways to do that, and I plan to now that I have won this bet.”

  “Yes, I’d rather you kill me. Lily there is no way—” I interrupt him by sliding my hands down his pants, and he jerks away. “Stop! Do not grab my balls and twist, knee, squeeze, or do anything else to them. In fact, don’t ever touch them again.”

  “Hey! That’s not fair! Those weren’t conditions when we started this little game. In fact, you were pretty eager to play with some simple restrictions. Now that you realize I can actually win, you’re backpedaling, you big giant wuss!” Donovan reaches for his keys and heads for the front door. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

  He keeps making a beeline for the outside, neglecting to turn back. “The grocery store. We’re out of coffee, and I know how cranky you get without it.”

  “Nice ass, you big liar. I can’t wait to dominate it.”

  Donovan puts his hands over his butt then turns around, backing away. I chase him and whip out my cell phone to check the timer. “You’re cheating. I’m pausing the clock while you’re gone. The fourteen hours and twenty-three minutes left will resume upon your return with a fifteen minute penalty for early withdraw.”

  When Donovan returns from the grocery store, I meet him in the kitchen to lend a hand unpacking the groceries. He knows I’m looking for the perfect opportunity.

  With his right hand, he pulls a bag of coffee beans out of the sack and waves them at me. His eyes are locked on my left hand as I come up from behind him and take them. His hand stays out after the beans have been removed. Is this unspoken request to attempt to take him down a w
ay he hopes to embarrass me, or is he trying to help me?

  I whip around, my eyes focused on the cabinet ahead while my right hand swoops around. Donovan expects me to yank his arm and try to throw him, knowing I would only humiliate myself. Instead my thumb and index finger fly to each side of his hand, right at the top of the V where the bones between his thumb and index finger meet. “Checkmate! Don’t make me actually do it.”

  “What are you talking about?” He practically laughs at me.

  I apply just enough pressure to let him know I have him. “You know what happens if I squeeze right here? Pretend I am doing it harder.”

  “Ouch!” Donovan’s eyes go to his hand, and then dart into mine. He starts to jerk away, but I yank and apply more pressure, using an old martial arts trick that can have a person writhing in pain. “Don’t make me do it, Donovan,” I say squeezing harder as his knees start to buckle. “Do not force me to make this hurt like you know it will. Soon you’ll be on your knees with my crotch in your face.”

  “If that’s what you want, all you had to do was ask,” he winces out, and then disguises his conceding by dropping to his knees and going for the zipper of my jeans.

  “Nice try. Your ass is mine. Meet me in the bedroom.”

  8

  “I won, fair and square. Now bend over.”

  “Lily, you can’t be serious.”

  From the nightstand I pull out a strap on and some lube. “Don’t worry, I went for a moderate size. It won’t hurt you any more than it hurts me when I’m on the receiving end.”

  Donovan’s eyes jet to his loin. “But—”

  “I played more than fair,” I say, waving the dildo at him.

  “Hey, I’m not that small!”

  “Fine. I’m sure I can find something else that suits your needs better. I do have a 1½” barrel curling iron. Shall I use that?”

  “No!” he says, his voice racing. “Smaller is perfectly fine.” He swallows hard, and then runs off to the kitchen. “Dear God, please let us still have some Scotch.”