Four Erotic Series Collection: Bounds Of Passion, Sexed Up/Tied Down, Spectacular Stranger, The Proposition
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Kelly lay down onto her back in front of him and slid her hand sensually between her legs to touch her cunt, keeping eye contact with her lover the whole time. Scott’s breath caught as he watched her touching her, exploring every curve and crevice, and then sliding a finger deep inside, spreading his ejaculate over her clitoris to lubricate and tease it erect. Scott went and sat down on the chair that faced the bed and watched her touch herself intimately.
Her pink, glistening cunt was covered in a mixture of his semen her juices and she thrilled herself on the thought of the man being wretched with frustration as he watched her, entranced for a few minutes, until, with the experience of years of practice, Kelly sighed slowly and had the sort of slow-burning orgasm that masturbation brings – predictable, but relief nonetheless. She kept her finger on her clit, feeling the pulse inside it, and loving the fact she could prolong her orgasm if she so chose, but knowing that that was enough for now. The day was young. She looked over at Scott who seemed to be deciding something. He took a deep breath.
“Take a shower with me?” he asked her slowly and she gracefully slid off the tousled bed. She took his hand, guiding him back to the bathroom, and they went into the shower.
The warm water slid off their bodies. Kelly soaped Scott’s back, his ass, and lovingly cradled his balls in her hand to rub them. She was standing behind him; he braced his hands against the cool glass door of the shower cabin as she slid her arms from behind him to rub his cock with soap. His cock was hard again, erect, pulsing to be buried into her cunt.
He turned to face her and grabbed her breasts in his palms. He pushed them together, high up, letting the water pool between them and then bent down to drink the water gathered between her breasts. He pushed her back against the cold tiled wall, and moved his cock between her legs. Capturing her mouth in a wet kiss that was meant to be sensual, but was rather too sloppy, he guided his cock to her cunt and slid inside, pushing high up into her body.
Kelly groaned into his mouth, and lifted one leg to let him bury himself into her deeper. He wrapped an arm around her leg, keeping it in place, and lunged. Kelly grabbed onto his shoulders with both hands tightly, trying to keep her balance in the slippery shower and at the same time keeping him close to her body. He thrust into her cunt over and over, grunting with the force he was exerting.
As the position became difficult, Scott let Kelly’s leg go and his cock slide out. He turned her around to face the wall and she willingly and helpfully placed both her hands against the tiles, seeking out the best position to stand. She instinctively lifted her hips, curving her back and let him enter the moist, warm place his cock sought.
Scott’s thick, hard cock slid deliciously into her cunt from behind and she tightened her ass, making him groan. Kelly’s small hands braced against the wall for support, and she loved the wet, slapping noise she could hear as she felt his cock thrust into her body. She threw her head back, as her pleasure threatened to erupt, her eyes closed, breathing hard, she let it build and gasped harshly as she came, gripping worthlessly at the slick tiles. The same instant, Scott buried his head into her wet hair, gasping in amazement at his own pleasure, trembling as he emptied himself deep inside her for the second time that day. The water fizzed over them, prolonging the sensations over them both, and washing away any form of guilt or regret. It was very peaceful.
Without another word, Scott left the shower and toweled himself dry in front of Kelly’s staring eyes before leaving the bathroom. Kelly stood under the comforting water, letting it warm her body. Thick, white cum slid out of her cunt and dripped down the side of her thigh to get diluted by water from the shower.
She still wanted more. That indescribable thing.
Chapter Four
Wrapping a towel tightly over her breasts, she entered her bedroom to see Scott fastening his belt, almost dressed and ready to leave. Despite her understanding that he could not stay, her heart skipped a beat; she did not want him to leave just yet. She wanted him to fuck her over and over. He looked at her forlorn face and correctly guessed what was on her mind.
“I just need to step out for a couple of hours. I’ll be back by early evening?”
He ended his sentence like a question, giving her the option of turning him down if she didn’t want to continue their sex. She smiled back at him in answer, and he left a moment later, pecking her on the cheek.
His behavior was beginning to seem odd. She had assumed she did not want any affection, no pecks on her face. That all she wanted was a fuck, and that was all she was going to allow herself to feel. The sex kept her mind occupied, and she wasn’t going to let him mess that up. If he wanted to be affectionate, he had to find someone else who cared about those sorts of gestures. She was done. And she no longer wished for any such gestures from any man… right?
She called her mother after he left and her bright cheerful voice was a shock to her. Maybe she wanted her to be miserable and crying so she could console her. She was at a loss of words at Kelly’s upbeat, positive attitude and wrongly assumed that she must be losing her mind after losing Jake.
It was around 6 p.m. when the doorbell rang, and Kelly hurried to answer. It was Scott and she smiled at him, knowing he was back meant she would get fucked again. But then her gaze fell to the takeaway bags in his hands, and the single red rose he was holding, and her smile froze.
She let him in and he handed her the flower with a smile, she took it between her thumb and forefinger and kept it a safe distance away from her body like it was a coiled snake waiting to spring onto her.
“What happened?” he asked, clearly taken aback by her reaction to the flower he had brought.
“Uh, you bought me a rose”, she said, as a statement and a question at the same time.
He chucked, “Yes, seems like I did”.
“Why?” Kelly asked bluntly.
He paused, and after a moment, carefully said, “Is there a problem?”
“You don’t have to do these things for me”, she said, putting the flower down gingerly onto the coffee table.
“I want to, I really like you”.
Kelly froze; her mind a whirl of mixed ideas and emotions. “Well, all we are doing is fucking, so you needn’t buy me roses or get takeout. Just keep having sex with me and I’ll be a happy girl”, she said light-heartedly, nearly choking on her own words.
Scott’s handsome face fell for a second and then he recovered his composure, his guard going up. She clearly wasn’t looking for a relationship, but Scott thought that she was a wonderful girl, and he had wanted to take her out for dinner the next day. He changed his mind, sure that he did not want to say it.
“If a fuck is what you want, then that’s what you’ll get”, he said and grabbed her roughly to take her mouth in an exploratory kiss. Kelly moaned against his mouth, her arms sliding around his neck to kiss him deeply. She pulled back quickly, and stripped in front of him, keeping eye contact. Looking at her body, her skin luminous and soft and her breasts glistening in the low lighting of her apartment, his cock hardened. He unbuckled his belt and freed his cock, it sprung out of his boxers and he slid them down, before taking off his shirt and throwing it across the room.
He sat down on the couch, and motioned for her to come closer, “Suck my cock”, he said, his dark grey eyes smoldering like coals. She bent her legs under her and sat down on the floor between his parted legs. Licking the head of his cock, she tasted his precum and moaned; the vibrations of her mouth making Scott gasp and close his eyes. She took him into her mouth and gingerly held onto his balls with one hand, rubbing the soft covering slowly while her mouth lapped up his cock, savoring the taste of precum.
She began moving her head back and forth, taking him deeper ever time. His swollen head hit the back of her throat every time and she gagged, but never stopped. His breathing quickened and he leaned his head back against the couch. He slid his ass down lower on the couch and spread his legs further to grant her easier access to him.
“I’m about to cum Kelly,” he cried out and she instantly replaced her hand with her mouth, sliding his shaft deep into her throat, and he came. His warm, salty cum filled her mouth and hit the back of her throat as it erupted. She swallowed it quickly, the liquid burning a path all the way down to her stomach.
As his body stopped jerking, she abruptly let his cock go, knowing perfectly well that past a certain point after orgasm hie would just be too sensitized to be sucked. She fell back onto her back, and lay there with her eyes closed. Her knees were bent, and she covered her breasts with her arms.
The flame-haired young woman got up after a moment and straddled her lover. He was soft and she knew he needed a break before he would be able to fuck her again. His hand slid between her legs and deftly slid inside to move his fingers around. She groaned, and buried her face into his neck. He twisted his fingers inside her cunt, and felt his digits grace all of the walls of her vagina. She gasped and pressed her hips down towards his fingers. Her body was close to convulsing, and she rode his hand like she would his cock. He stopped moving his fingers inside her and Kelly ground her hips against them, making his fingers press against her g-spot.
Every time his fingers hit her g-spot, she gasped and closed her eyes tightly. She came, breathless and panting, as her cunt squirted again and she pushed down hard against his fingers, taking them deeper than ever before.
It wasn’t making love, and it wasn’t fucking for the sake of it. It was almost apologizing.
Chapter Five
They slept together that night once more, and Kelly awoke from her deep, exhausted slumber as she felt Scott grasp her breast in his palm. She had her back to him and he had wound is arm around her body to cup her breast possessively in his hand. It was the closest to a simple embrace they had ever been.
The sleepy woman looked down at her bed partner’s hand, and knew that he had to be put in his place. If he was falling for her emotionally she had to put a stop to it right now. She could not risk another relationship and at the moment her only priority was sex. If he wanted to leave after knowing that this was all that they will ever be, then there were plenty of other fish in the sea. All she had to do was find someone else who was this good in bed. She knew it tore at her own heart but this was the right thing to do. She could easily love Scott, it would be so simple to let herself fall for him, but she didn’t want that. She wanted an emotional connection, without the relationship, and this wasn’t going to be it.
She knew the way Scott turned her on would not be easy to find in another man, but his loving, affectionate gestures had to stop. They just reminded her of Jake and the last thing she needed was a reminder of the bastard who had abandoned her on their wedding day.
*
Without waking the man in her bed, Kelly washed and dressed alone that next morning, before making herself a strong coffee. Scott appeared in last night’s shirt and seemed confused.
“I wondered where you’d gone,” he said.
“Breakfast,” she shrugged. “Want a coffee?”
“Sure,” he said, taking the steaming cup. The silence between them was palpable, yet neither of them tried to break it.
Finally, Scott drained his cup and stared hard at the woman he had pleasured, fucked and watched, and spoke. “Say, is this over?” he cocked his head on one side and pursed his lips.
Kelly considered. On the one hand, there was one part of Scott she would certainly miss, but this was getting too complicated. She was a free spirit, and determined to stay that way. It was for the best, surely.
“Yes, I think so,” she said. Scott’s face crumpled like a paper dolls, but he quickly corrected it.
“I was going to leave Eloise for you,” he said.
“No, you weren’t,” Kelly said, putting the cups in the sink. “You might think you were going to, but you wouldn’t have been with her all this time if she meant nothing to you. Does she know how you feel?”
“About all of this? No, I don’t think so,” he confessed.
“Then maybe you should tell her,” Kelly said, glaring over the counter at him. “And then maybe you should fuck her senseless, like you did me.”
Scott winced at her choice of words and toyed with his fingernails. “I just don’t think we should end this,” he said.
“Well, I’m sorry, but there it is,” Kelly said. “I won’t be at the Santiago again, just so you know… I’ll be getting my thrills from elsewhere from now on,” she smiled to herself.
“Have you got another man on the go?” Scott raised his eyebrows but did not look jealous.
“Nope,” Kelly said. “I don’t need a man right now. I just need something to give me an orgasm now and again…” she looked wistful for a moment. “And maybe, an emotional connection, without the romance,” she said.
“It sounds like you need a friend,” Scott said, getting up and finding his jacket. He zipped it up and put his hands into his pockets. “You know, friends with benefits never works,” he said.
“What about benefits with friends?” she asked, picking up her keys to lock him out. She didn’t like where this conversation was going, and was afraid of what either of them might say if she kept talking.
“That’s a different story,” he said, and stopped in the doorway as if considering what to say. The words hung in the air, unsaid between them, and without real meaning. They were ghost words, that needed bringing to life, but neither Scott nor Kelly had ever said them or heard them before, so the words blew away on the wind and vanished forever.
Then, as Kelly came to close the door, he planted the softest, most gentle kiss she had ever felt onto her lips, and held it for a long moment. Then before she could respond, he went down the stairway and out of sight.
Book 3: Spectacular Stranger III
Chapter One
Kelly was well and truly over her ex. She was sure that the burning of her dress, the endless moping about and then the fling with Scott had all been the healing powers that had helped her recover from the ordeal or being abandoned at the altar on her wedding day.
It was one thing to be dumped or let go, but quite another to have planned the big day, spent all of the money, waiting in the car, wearing the dress and be holding the beautiful bouquet when it finally came out that Kelly’s dream wedding was cancelled. Not going to happen. Never.
But of course, as she kept telling herself, she was over all of that. Completely over it.
Beep. Beep. Kelly ignored the noise and concentrated on her laptop. Her phone had been beeping for a while now, and she was determined not to give in to staring at it. She knew who it was, anyway. Scott had been texting her almost non-stop since she had asked him to leave her house. She had asked him to leave as she was afraid he was falling in love with her – and she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
Beep. Beep. Kelly grit her teeth and covered the phone up with a newspaper. She also avoided her emails, just in case he was emailing her as well – although when she last checked, he hadn’t started doing that yet.
“Leave me alone,” she sang to herself, shutting down the laptop and heading for the kitchen. As she got to the hallway, the doorbell rang, and Kelly remembered she ordered a parcel.
She answered the door and took the parcel, taking it into the kitchen to open. Inside was the best and latest in sex toys, straight from the internet. She licked her lips in anticipation and took out one that looked like a smooth, cylindrical stone – she read on the box that the material was naturally designed to stay cool at all times, heightening the user’s pleasure and forcing him or her to become ho
tter and therefore more aroused in response.
“Interesting,” she sighed, exploring the rest of the box. There were double-ended dildos, vibrating eggs, flavoured condoms, various kinds of lube and enough small vibrating bullets to sink a ship. Kelly grinned as she put the lid back on the box. She was looking forward to getting to know herself better.
*
Beep. Beep. On reflex, Kelly picked up her phone. There were seven messages from Scott – nothing even remotely interesting. All of them were polite, talking about his day and asking about hers. She started to text back, and then stuffed the device down the back of the sofa cushions. She never wanted to dig the phone out again. She was through with men, through with the mobile life, and through with putting her life on hold waiting for others. She turned on the TV and stared at the flickering images and feeling only despair in her heart.
Channel hopping was getting boring, so after a few hours, Kelly did finally decide to respond to Scott. Nothing leading, just a quick ‘hello’ and a note about the work she had been doing. She sat eagerly on the edge of the sofa, waiting for a reply. Her phone stayed resolutely silent. She gave it another hour, and then she gave up and went to bed.
*
The days that followed, Kelly received no messages. It was as though Scott had successfully goaded her into replying, and was now gloating that his willpower was greater than hers. And it must be, for she once again found herself checking her phone every ten minutes, expecting a message, email or call would light up the screen. Every time she was disappointed.
It was a few weeks later when Kelly walked out of her house and almost crashed into the man standing right outside her door.
“What the – ” she started, looking up at him, her mouth dropping open as she saw who it was. She would have expected Scott – even after the weeks of silence, but instead she found herself face to face with Jake – the man who had jilted her at the altar. The man she swore never to speak to again.