Everything Erotic Volume I

by C. J. Ellisson

  “So, will you let me?” Her voice purrs, soft and compelling. Not nearly as soft and compelling as her hand, which is now wrapped around his cock, working its way from the base to the already weeping tip.

  “Oh God…” He thrusts into her hand, searching for relief. “Yes, yes, YES. Just do it quickly.” Luke's eyes plead with her piercing blue gaze.

  She smiles in a reassuring way, “Come sit up here on the edge of the tub and lean back against the wall.”

  His flesh starts to goose pimple against the cold tiles. He scowls as doubts start to set in. The thought of sharp implements near his testicles seems very stupid. “Umm, actually I’m not too sure about this…”

  “Shhhh… close your eyes,” she whispers, her hand cupping his cheek. “I’ll be gentle. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

  Luke forces his eyes closed. His pulse thumps both with desire and a panicky nervousness of the unknown. But he trusts her -- has always trusted her to teach him, even when he thought he knew it all. He slows his breathing, grips the edge of the tub and spreads his thighs, ready for her ministrations.

  “This will feel a little cold at first, but I promise it will be worth it when I finish.”

  The chill of the foam around his pubes isn't nearly as unpleasant as he thought it would be. His cock wilts slightly from cold and anxiety, then eagerly swells as her fingers deftly move around his nether region. Swirling and stroking soapy foam all over him.

  The temptress pulls the skin of his sac taut and the razor drags over him. He hears the scrape and the swish as she cleans the blade in the bath water. He mentally flinches, but relaxes as he realizes the only discomfort is in his mind.

  “Just think about how much fun my tongue is going to have down here when I’ve finished.” Her voice soothes him, low and reassuring.

  There is a rhythm as she works on him. Pull the skin tight, stroke with the blade, rinse. Pull, stroke, rinse. Pull, stroke, rinse. Each pass making him a little smoother, the skin a little softer.

  “I’m done,” she says.

  His eyes fly open.

  “Rinse off and come on through.” She disappears into the bedroom. Luke plunges back into the bath and rinses the soap away from his denuded crotch. It feels amazing. He revels in the touch of his hand against his smooth balls and all around the base of his penis. He moans at the sheer decadent pleasure of it.

  “Oh my God, it feels fan-fuckin’-tastic.”

  “Told you,” she calls smugly. “Wait until you see what my tongue feels like.”

  Luke stands, splashing water up over the edge of the tub, dousing one of the candles with a smoky hiss. He grabs a towel and dries himself in harsh brisk motions. He stares at his new reflection in the mirror and idly stokes his engorged cock, moving from side to side, taking in the novelty of his new look.

  “Hurry up, Lover Boy. Let me inspect my handy work.”

  He finds her kneeling in the bedroom, beckoning to him. He moves in front of her, placing his crotch at eye level.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asks.

  “Yeah, I do. Lots.” She strokes a finger up the underside of his shaft, pulling a shudder from him. “Do you like that?”

  “Oh yeah.” He replies low, almost a whisper.

  Like a cat, she rubs her cheek up against him, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal. “Like that?”

  “Baby,” he says, “when you are on your knees in front of me, I LOVE whatever you do to me.”

  “You're so easy.”

  He chuckles. “So you keep telling me.”

  She pushes him backwards until the bed hits his knees, forcing him to sit. His balls are hyper-sensitive and just sitting on the satiny comforter sends his synapses into overdrive.

  Jess scoots forward on her knees and those enchanted fingers work their magic again. Dancing over his balls, sweeping around the base of his cock and stroking gently up to the swollen head, which oozes proof of his growing arousal.

  “Please, let me feel your mouth.” He rasps, breathing already ragged.

  He glances down at her through half-lidded eyes and she looks up while snaking out her tongue to twirl around his sac. He hisses at the warm, wet, exquisite feeling. Not breaking eye contact for a moment, she dips lower and draws the whole sac into the heat of her mouth, one hand stroking his thigh, the other gently pumping his cock. His hips undulate of their own accord, encouraging her every movement.

  Holy hell. He hasn’t felt this desperate and out of control since high school. His cock throbs. He tries to hold back his motion -- tries not to thrust. On the edge of a precipice, his self control hangs by the barest of threads.

  She continues to lock eyes with him and as he looks down into those big blue eyes, she drops one lid to wink at him. Then with his balls still within the scalding heat of her mouth, she starts to hum, the vibrations pulsing through the very core of him, sending his restraint spiraling into oblivion.

  Her grip on his cock pumps hard and fast. The tidal wave starts at his toes, moving like quicksilver, storming through his veins, exploding from him in great milky spurts. He tips his head back, squeezes his eyes shut, and he roars his pleasure to the ceiling.

  Luke collapses backwards, body spent. “Sorry, that was so brief,” he gasps when his heart slows. “I was a little…overwhelmed.” He smiles fondly at the woman between his splayed knees.

  “You owe me,” Jess purrs. “I’ll collect later,” she pauses and waggles her eyebrows “with interest.”

  “I look forward to paying the debt… just as soon as I can see straight and breathe again.”

  He pulls her close and drops a kiss on top of her tousled head. After a minute, he focus on the case still parked in the corner of the room.

  “Hey, you haven’t told me about the surprise.”

  “What surprise?” She flutters her eyelashes, playing the innocent.

  “The one you walked in with. The one in that huge case in the corner.”

  “Oh... that.” She grins.

  “Are you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to spank it out of you?”

  “Oooh, promises, promises…”

  “Jess…” His tone serious, hoping to scare the information out of her.

  “OK, OK,” she giggles. “The surprise is that this 'date' doesn’t end at five today.” Luke’s face creases with confusion, but Jessica carries on. “Your mother is looking after the kids, your schedule and mine have been cleared, and we do not have to leave this room until late tomorrow morning. The case is our overnight bag.” She beams at him.

  Luke whoops with delight, scoops her up and squeezes her so tight she squeaks.

  “You are the best wife in the world.”

  “You’d better believe it, Buster, because I have another surprise.”

  “Better than the last one?”

  “Yeah, you’ll think so.” Her blue eyes twinkle and that naughty little tongue darts out and wets her lips again. “I did a little shaving of my own before I got here.”

  His eyes dip to the tiny scrap of material covering her mound. He sends an exploratory hand under the fabric and meets with baby soft skin and silky folds already slick with moisture. A sharp spike of lust hits him straight in his own freshly shaved groin.

  “Lord, have mercy,” he murmurs as his fingers discover this new velvety playground. Jessica’s hips start to gyrate.

  “He may have some, Luke, but don’t expect any from me.”

  Her hips lift and buck hard against his hand. Luke smiles and sets to work. He has a debt to repay. With interest.

  Tempted by Fate

  By Danielle Gavan and Heather Hughes

  The smell of lamb roasting called to her and drew Ariel down the hall like a lodestone. There was only one person she knew of that would be cooking lamb in Castle Flamare and she hadn’t seen him in ages.

  Her keen elven ears picked up the sound of chopping from ten feet outside the kitchen and Ari quickened her pace until she stood in the doorway watching its occupan
t. His actions were poetry in motion, fluid and graceful.

  Long legs encased in designer dress pants that had a crease so sharp Ari was sure if she ran her finger down the material she’d come back with a wound. Broad shoulders strained and bunched under what was clearly a silk shirt that had been tailored to fit him and a vest that showed off the trim waist that tapered down into the finest backside she’d ever seen.

  He could have been any of the men that lived at court but Ariel knew the mop of light brown curls atop his head belonged to one person and one person only. “Kalen?”

  “Who wants to know?” Handsome and oh-so arrogant, Kalen turned his silver blue eyes to Ariel and she felt him assess her physical attributes.

  Ari knew what he’d see. Her cousin Valyn had pointed it out to her enough over the years. Long legs, bare to Kalen’s gaze stretched up to end under the hem of a short, light pink dress. Her waist was tiny for one as tall as she was and the full, round breasts that filled out the top of her halter dress would snare his attention.

  “Ye don’t remember me, do ye?” Ariel tucked a strand of her long black hair behind her ear and smiled at the handsome man Kalen had turned out to be.

  Kalen blinked at her obliquely and returned to his chopping effectively dismissing her. “No. Should I?”

  Her naked feet carried Ari further into the kitchen and she leaned her elbows on the top of the butcher block island. A quick glance down showed that her cleavage was prominently on display and she smiled. “I’m sure tha name Scabby Ari comes to mind?”

  The chopping sounds ceased before she’d finished her statement. “Sca…That’s you?”

  Ariel smiled as he turned around. Kalen’s silver blue eyes fixated on her and she felt the heat of his gaze as it locked on her chest. She watched his pupils dilate and lust register before he blinked and assumed a calm demeanor.

  “In tha flesh.”

  Gods yeah, I’d say in the flesh. His eyes flicked over her again. “You’ve, um, filled out since I saw you last. When was it? A couple hundred years ago?”

  “Yep. Valyn’s five hundred and twenty-fifth birthday.” She twirled a lock of jet hair around her finger. “Tha infamous jousting tournament gone wrong.”

  “Infamous? It’s infamous now?” He laughed and shook his head at the memory. “Looks like they healed you right up though. I remember, Val and I warned that you were just a little too small for jousting.” The memory of her falling off the horse and slicing her leg open still made him cringe.

  “It did hurt for a while but everything is back where it belongs.” Ari stuck her left leg out and let her fingers graze up the smooth skin of her thigh. “See, good as new.”

  Kalen’s eyes darkened as they watched her fingers trailing up the satiny skin. “Perfect.” He said in a low husky voice. Kalen tried to clear his head and turned his mind back to the vegetables he’d been chopping. Between the miles of skin she had on display and the soft Irish lilt of her voice, his willpower was waging a losing battle against the temptress she’d become.

  “So where is your cuz? He’s supposed to be meeting me for dinner?” Thoughts of her legs wrapped around his body while he made her scream his name swam around his head. Desperate to get his mind off the track it was on Kalen turned the tap on and stuck his hands beneath it.

  The frigid water provided a momentary distraction until she rounded the counter. Ariel leaned across the front of him and snagged a piece of the red pepper he’d been chopping.

  “Oops. Sorry.” Every inch of Kalen’s anatomy went on high alert. “Val? He’s in his study.”

  The soft, full rounds of Ariel’s breasts brushed his arm as she pulled back with her prize. He watched as the bright red pepper disappeared behind her lush, pink lips and stifled a groan.

  “Does he know you’re parading around the castle half naked?”

  “Mhmm.” Ariel finished chewing and hopped up to sit on the counter next to him. “He’s tha one who sent me down here.”

  The sweet scent of cotton candy filled his senses and Kalen turned off the taps. His attempt to keep his hands off his best friend’s cousin spiraled down the drain along with the water. He stepped back from the counter and took a deep, not-so-steady breath. He wanted to touch her, needed to see if her skin was as soft as it looked. Gods, I’m losing my mind. She’s Valyn’s baby cousin. She’s…

  Ariel slid a long, tanned leg around his waist and hauled Kalen between her thighs. “Stop fighting Kalen.” Her fingers crept up the thin silk of the vest he wore and Kalen sucked in a breath as she began undoing buttons. “I’ve been waiting for me chance ta get ye alone.”

  “Fuck…me.” He groaned and dug his hands into her thick, obsidian curls as his mouth crashed down on Ariel’s. The heat of the pepper she’d eaten heightened the natural sweetness of her mouth as their tongues dueled and their lips melded together.

  Her ankles locked behind Kalen’s back, “Working on it.”

  She pushed the vest off his shoulders and forced Kalen to let go of her hair as it slid down his arms. He shook the garment off and growled as her fingers bunched in the front of his shirt and ripped it open. Buttons pinged off in every direction, skittered across the floor and clattered around inside the sink.

  “I’ve been waiting ta get me mouth on ye.” Ariel’s tongue darted out and Kalen watched, fixated, as the bubble gum pink tip flicked over his left nipple.

  Kalen slid his hands down the smooth, muscular length of Ariel’s thighs and groaned when he found her bare beneath the pink silk dress. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and pulled her against the hard ridge of his erection.

  “One of us has too many clothes on.”

  Her fingers pulled Kalen’s belt free of the buckle and set to work on the fly of his pants. “Ye do. Definitely.”

  “Yes. Gods… me.” His erection sprang free and cool air brushed the back of it seconds before Ariel’s hand wrapped around him and scalded him with the heat of her touch.

  A small voice at the back of Kalen’s mind, his conscience possibly, told him that if Valyn didn’t kill him for sleeping with his cousin, he’d – at the very least – kill him for doing her on the countertop in the kitchen. The man loved his kitchen almost as much as he loved his cousin.

  “We can’t… not here… ” He was out of his mind if he thought he could stop touching her but she wasn’t the kind of girl that deserved a quick fuck between the sink and the coffee machine. “A bed. We need, oh gods your hands are magic… We need a bed.”

  Ariel’s teeth nipped at the flat disk of Kalen’s right nipple and he groaned. His hips bucked against the firm grip she had on his cock.

  “Yer a Fairy, Kal. Shimmer us ta yer room.”

  The woman was a genius, and when he could think clearly again he’d tell her. “Hold on.” He groaned as her fingers released him and her thighs pulled him tight against the slippery heat of her core. “Fuck…I need inside of you. Now.”

  Kalen shook his head to focus on shimmering them to his room, and more specifically, the king size bed at its center.

  Between one heartbeat and the next, their surroundings shifted to that of his moonlit room. He tumbled with Ariel onto the bed and rolled her beneath him in one slick move. The straps of her dress slid from her shoulders and freed her breasts to his hungry gaze.

  Each voluptuous mound was topped with a dark pink nipple that begged for him to suck and taste them. His tongue flicked out to sample her before pulling the tip into his mouth. The sweet taste of cotton candy washed over his tongue as he savored her reaction.

  “Kalen… Need ye… Oh gods, yes.”

  Ariel’s fingers dug into his hair and held Kalen to her. Her hips rocked feverishly against him until he was unable to resist sinking inside of her any longer.

  Sitting back on his knees, Kalen peeled off the remnants of his shirt. He slid from the bed and shed the rest of his clothes before rejoining the moaning, writhing beauty on his sheets.

  He palmed his weeping ere
ction and stroked it between the glistening pink of her folds. She was bare as an egg and, fuck if it didn’t make him that little bit harder.

  Her dress had joined his clothes on the floor at some point. His eyes devoured inch upon inch of her sun-kissed skin from the delicate arch of her neck, the swell of her breasts that heaved with each breath she took and the concave dip of her belly. A tiny diamond pendant that matched those in her ears winked at him from her belly button.

  “You want this?” Kalen brushed the tip of his dick against her clit and let out a satisfied groan when she cried out. Her hands gripped fistfuls of the silky sheet beneath her and Ariel tilted her hips for him. “Do you, Ariel? Do you want me inside of you?”

  She cried out in frustration and rubbed herself against him. “Yes. Gods, please, yes!”

  Kalen guided himself to her entrance and the tip of his cock breached her heat. He brought his hand up to caress Ariel’s cheek and gave her a heated kiss as he pushed inside. His silver blue eyes flew open and looked down into her lust filled dark blue ones as he encountered the one thing he hadn’t expected to find.

  “You’re a virgin? Fuck…”

  Ariel tilted her hips up and pushed him through the barrier of her virginity until Kalen was fully inside of her.

  “I was.” Her long legs wrapped around Kalen’s broad back and held him tight. She pressed her heels into his ass and moaned, the soft pink of her lips wantonly begging him to kiss her. “Don’t stop, Kalen. Please?”

  Come back next month to meet Valyn, the Elven King and tune in December to see if Kalen flips out or if Ariel gets what she wants. Things at Castle Flamare are about to get hot, but is it due to flaming tempers or friction between the sheets?

  This story will be continued in Volume II of Everything Erotic.

  Her Secret Life

  By M.K. Elliott

  There was nothing wrong with her marriage, at least not on the surface. In a strange way, she wished there were. Then she would have an excuse for her actions. To be able to say ‘my husband neglected me’, or ‘he beat me’, would have made her feel better.