Everything Erotic Volume I

by C. J. Ellisson

  His tongue delved in and out rhythmically, lapping up her essence. Her taste coated his tongue. He savored her, going deeper into her slick channel, taking more of her.

  His dick pressed against his belly. As he pleasured her, he griped himself, stroking in rhythm with his pumping tongue.

  She rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy in his face. Panting hard, she thrashed on the bed and pulled his hair. He pressed his thumb to her clit and massaged in time with his eager tongue. The increased stimulation proved to be what she craved — she shrieked, gyrating her hips to increase the friction. He kept up his attentions until she screamed her release. Gazing up the length of her, he saw her skin shone with a light film of sweat.

  He slipped his index finger inside her quivering pussy. Her muscles clamped around him. Groaning, she pumped her hips. He eased in another finger and she went harder, taking charge of pleasuring herself for a second orgasm. She picked up speed and a deep moan came out of her. He thrust his fingers in and out of her heat, pushing her to come.

  “Andre!” Her crest wracked her body, causing her muscles to spasm as she writhed on the bed. Shuddering, she slowed then lay as if wrung out.

  He pulled his fingers free of her clenching walls, and as he stared in her eyes, he licked them clean. “We aren’t finished,” he said and moved up over her.

  His engorged head probed her slick entrance, which prompted Victoria to spread her legs wider. He kissed her neck then licked over her pounding pulse. As if on instinct, she tilted her head and turned slightly, giving him access. His fangs elongated as his cock slipped inside her opening. He reared back his hips then drove home at the same instant his fangs pierced her flesh.

  Victoria stiffened. Her back arching as he penetrated her at both points. Her blood, hot and sweet, filled his mouth. He swallowed greedily as his hips began thrusting, driving deep then withdrawing almost completely.

  Her nails sank into his back, clawing downward, scoring him with burning trails of passion. He grunted but didn’t release his hold on her throat, though he took only enough to slack his hunger.

  He lapped over the bleeding wounds, cleaning them and allowing his saliva to coat them with a healing agent. By the time she left, the telltale puncture marks would be gone. He was getting better at stealing blood undetected.

  His top priority satiated, he concentrated on screwing her senseless. He gave her what her nails begged — no sweet, gentle sex for the randy Victoria. His hips pistoned and she moaned with obvious delight, clawing him and pushing up to take every inch.

  “Harder,” she said while her nails dug into his ass.

  He pumped like a machine. She met him thrust for thrust with her feet planted firmly on the mattress and her hips pressing up to meet him. Without warning, she bit his shoulder. He jerked. The last time someone had bitten him, he’d forfeited his life in a dark, stinking alley.

  Curbing the temptation to bite in retaliation, he caught one breast and pinched. She gasped then returned the favor, tweaking his thrusting ass.

  Kissing her hard, he shoved his tongue in her mouth. A wildcat in bed, she was definitely his type. She let out a cry and pushed up against him, taking him deep. Then she ground hard on his cock as she moaned through her peak. Her slick walls contracted around him, squeezing and releasing.

  His balls tightened and the little tingle at the base of his spine warned him that he was going to come. He slammed into her and exploded in strong jets, filling her with his lifeless seed. He shuddered to a stop, contentment settling over him. After a moment, he pulled his softening cock from her clenching pussy. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

  “Wow, you were magnificent,” she whispered next to his ear.

  That went without saying. What vampire couldn’t screw like a demon? Not that he could voice such a thing. “Glad you enjoyed it,” he murmured and gave her a little mental nudge to leave.

  She took the hint and reached over to stroke his cheek. “I must go. Will I see you again?”

  “Perhaps,” he said and gave her a genuine smile. He wouldn’t mind seeing her sometime or having her in his bed.

  He admired her firm ass as she crawled from his bed and left to fetch her clothes. A moment later the apartment door opened and closed. He willed the locks shut.

  He closed his eyes and stretched.

  “Ah, there you are, and already worked out, too.”

  His eyes popped open.

  Christopher Ross leaned against the bedroom doorframe, clearly sporting an erection under expensive trousers. He reached down and fondled himself.

  Shit. Andre’s ass clenched. He so did not want to be on the receiving end of his sire’s affections right now.

  Christopher smirked, the mind reading bastard. “Get the lube. Unless you want it to hurt.”

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

  Riding Out the Storm

  By Scarlett Jameson

  It was ten p.m. and here she was torturing herself. Half an hour before closing, Jane was alone in the gym with the exception of Matt. And what an exception he was. Exceptional was more like it.

  Though he owned the place, he didn’t look like a gym rat. Those over-muscled meatheads that could barely move their arms because they were so bulked up didn’t appeal her at all. Matt, on the other hand, resembled a Greek statue with his finely sculpted biceps and chiseled pecs. Definitely a great advertisement for his business.

  Punching the buttons in front of her, Jane slowed the treadmill. She’d been at it for 45 minutes and it was time to cool down. Movement to her left gave her a split second warning before the object of her lust appeared in front of her.

  “Good workout tonight?” Matt’s gaze scorched a path down her body before coming back to rest on her face with a quick wink.

  The effect on her body was predictable and instantaneous. Her nipples pebbled inside her sturdy sports bra and her panties dampened.

  “Yeah. Thanks for staying.” Her breathless reply embarrassed her, but maybe he would attribute it to her workout.

  Judging by his knowing grin, though, she didn’t think so.

  “Anything for you, pretty lady.” Then with another slow perusal that lingered on her slightly bouncing breasts, he moved over to the counter with the mound of clean towels and began folding them.

  A loud boom followed by a flash of light startled her, drawing her attention from ogling Matt to the large windows at the front of the gym. The light flared again and water lashed the glass. The storm that had been brewing all day finally hit. Couldn’t it wait another 30 minutes until she got home? Another crack of thunder jarred her concentration.

  Turning off the machine, Jane hopped off and grabbed her water. Should she skip her shower here at the gym and just head home? She took a swig from her bottle, tipping it too fast. Water flooded her mouth and overflowed onto her tank top, soaking it through to her bra.

  As she stood there, the sweat on her body cooled in the air conditioned gym, chasing goosebumps up her arms. No. Better to wash up now. Recapping her bottle, she snatched a towel and slipped into the women’s locker room.

  The showers here were the best she’d seen at places like this. Each stall consisted of a shower with an opaque plastic door, plus a small space just outside with a bench, hooks for clothing and a curtain for privacy. Plenty of room to move around, dry off, dress.

  Jane pulled her clothes off and wrapped her bath towel around her. Rummaging in her locker, she found her shower caddy and water shoes and headed in to clean up.

  Just as she lathered her hair up, the lights went out. Holy crap! This storm must have been worse than she thought. The locker room was so dark, she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. What should she do? She was sure to hurt herself if she tried to traverse the gym in the dark.

  First things first, she needed to get this shampoo out of her hair. Then she could wrap up in a towel, sit on the bench in her shower stall, and wait for the lights to come back
on. With that plan firmly in place, she closed her eyes and dipped her head under the steady stream of warm water.

  As she opened her eyes, a shaft of light pierced the plastic door.

  “Jane! Are you all right?” Matt’s worried voice carried over the sounds of the shower.

  Jane opened the shower door and poked her head out. There stood her knight in shining flashlight. When he caught sight of her, his concerned expression changed, the fire in his gaze hot enough to melt the earth’s core as well as her own.

  At the change in his demeanor, she glanced down and noticed that even though only her head stuck out of the shower, her whole body was plainly visible in the beam of the flashlight.

  “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” Crossing one arm over her breasts and one hand over her pussy, Jane squirmed under his intense stare as she fought to control her body’s reaction to him.

  “You’re definitely fine.” Instead of pulling the curtain back in place, Matt strode forward.

  “What are you doing?” Her face flamed and she cursed her tendency to blush. Hopefully Matt wouldn’t notice in the dim light.

  “I’ve noticed the way you look at me. I’m sure you’ve seen how I watch you. It’s time to do something about this attraction.”

  “Now?”

  “Unless you don’t feel it too. Just say so and I’ll leave the flashlight here for you to get dressed.” He stood before her, only a thin plastic door between them and waited for her answer.

  They stared into each other’s eyes and she knew this was her one chance with him. If she told him no, he’d honor her request and he wouldn’t ask again. Could she throw her natural caution out and grab onto him with both hands? She wanted to.

  Taking her silence as a refusal, Matt pulled both ends of the flashlight, turning it into a small lantern. Setting in on the bench, he spun around to go.

  “Wait!” Nervous, she licked her lips as he faced her. His gaze narrowed in on the small movement.

  “I don’t normally do this, but…I want you to stay.” Her momentary confidence fled with the rush of words and she shied from his stare.

  Matt reached out a hand and tilted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. “I don’t pick up women in my gym either, but you’re special.”

  Not sure if the words were true, and not caring at that moment, Jane nodded. That one gesture started a blaze between them like a dislodged stone starts a rock slide.

  He crushed his lips to her and pulled her unresisting body into his as the shower door hit the wall beside him. Stepping forward, Matt forced her back under the stream of water.

  Jane tore her mouth away and gasped. “You’re still dressed.”

  Water cascaded over him, molding his clothes to his so-fine form.

  “Not for long.” With a wicked waggle of eyebrows, he pushed her against the wall and reclaimed her kiss.

  Matt’s hands cupped her jaw angling her head so he could push his tongue inside her mouth.

  Her blood rushed through her like molten lava. This man’s affect on her threw her mind. Matt could have her wet and ready with just a kiss, while most men she dated couldn’t melt an ice cube.

  He slid his hands down to her breasts. Zeroing on her nipples, Matt rolled them between his fingers. Fire spread like a line of gasoline connected the sensitive nubs directly to her pussy and he was the match. A low moan broke free from her when he moved his mouth down to her neck in nibbling kisses.

  Pleasure crashed through her like waves against a shoreline. Every time she got her balance, he would touch her somewhere else and another bolt of lust rocketed through her, spiking her arousal higher. She ran her hands over his shoulders and felt his wet shirt. While there was something erotic about being completely nude while he still had all his clothes on, she wanted skin on skin.

  “Off.” Jane grabbed the bottom of his tank top and yanked. Stopping his ministrations just long enough to pull the offending garment off, Matt came back to her breasts while his hands found her wet warmth.

  He tongued the first areola, teasing it before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her breasts had always been responsive, but this man took her to new heights. She wanted to feel his cock inside her so bad, she throbbed.

  His magic fingers thrust into her, building the tension inside. As she neared climax, he pulled out and stroked her mound. When she’d calmed a bit, he pushed his fingers back into her cunt and resumed his rhythm. Her ache coiled inside her like a spring waiting to be sprung. She was so close.

  “Now! I can’t wait any longer.” She reached down and grasped his dick. Long and hard, her mouth watered. Maybe she could wait a few extra minutes if he let her suck on him for a while.

  “I want to make it good for you, baby.” He switched over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment while his fingers moved to circle her clit.

  “It is. It is. Inside me. Now.” Needing release, Jane sobbed as the pleasure built even higher.

  At her cry, Matt stopped sucking her breast and pulled his fingers away. He pulled a condom from his pocket and then yanked his shorts and underwear down in one swift move. Quickly sheathing himself, he whirled her around.

  Jane braced her hands on the shower wall as he tilted her hips up. Slipping the tip of his cock along her slit, Matt teased her for a moment. Then he plunged into her, drawing a scream from her throat.

  Her pussy felt so full as it clasped his erection. His unmoving erection. Was he trying to kill her? What was he waiting for?

  “Did I hurt you?” Tension and worry threaded through his voice.

  “No, but I’m going to hurt you if you don’t move. Hard.” Gasping out her threat, Jane pushed back against him.

  Her words and action spurred him. Matt pulled out and thrust back into her, hard, just as she wanted. Pumping in and out, she could feel his dick getting bigger, longer. He must be close.

  His fingers found her clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. The coil inside her grew more taut. Matt pinched her sensitive bundle of nerves and she exploded. Her body bowed forward and fireworks speared her skull as waves of pleasure shot through her pussy. With three more quick strokes, Matt groaned as he joined her in climax.

  As they leaned against the wall panting, the lights came back on.

  “Guess playtime is over.” Jane tried not to let her disappointment color her words.

  Matt’s cock slipped from her pussy and he turned her to face him, cradling her face. “It doesn’t have to be.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I meant it when I said you were special. Come home with me tonight. I’ll take you on a date tomorrow.”

  Jane looked into Matt’s eyes and saw the truth there. Relief and happiness prompted her to tease him. “Go home with you? What kind of girl do you think I am?”

  Letting out the breath he held, Matt laughed. “Mine?”

  “That works. Now can we get out of here? The water’s freezing.”

  Matt turned off the water. “No worries, babe. I’ll warm you up.”

  Jane laughed and kissed him quick as she accepted her towel. “I know you will.”

  Meredith Medical Center

  Part One

  By Whitley Gray

  Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center, doctors covet the training positions and put up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…

  Laurel McKenna blew out a breath as she walked down the deserted third floor corridor of Meredith Medical Center. Two a.m. and finally quiet. Maybe she’d get a little sleep before six a.m. rounds.

  She unlocked the door to call room C and flipped on the light. Typical hospital décor—all white. To the right, a twin bed made up with clean sheets hugged the wall. A sink counter took up space to the left, and a small bathroom was visible through a narrow doorway at the back. Gray carpet disguised the hard concrete floor.

  Home-sweet-call room for the doct
or stuck overnight at the hospital. She closed the door and thumbed the spring lock.

  Laurel shrugged out of her white clinic jacket and hung it on the back of the door, then unclipped the two beepers from her scrub pants, dropping the hated devices on the phone table next to the bed. She turned on the bathroom light and pulled the door nearly closed, leaving a narrow bar of light showing, just enough to allow her to see the lamp and the phone.

  God, it was hot in this little room. She squinted at the thermostat. The hospital had encased the thing in a plastic box, apparently to make sure the hospital staff could not avail themselves of air conditioning during the month of August.

  She fanned herself with her hand. So tired. Even the narrow cot looked good tonight. Or more like morning.

  But could she sleep in this heat?

  If she took off her shoes—would she be able to get out of here fast enough if there was a Code Blue? The things had elastic straps…

  Yeah, she could. A few seconds to get them on, and she’d sleep better without shoes. She kicked out of her Nikes and wiggled her bare toes on the worn Berber carpet.

  Barefoot wasn’t cool enough.

  She bit her lip. The scrubs would take longer, but with only a bra between her back and the sheets it might be cool enough to sleep…

  The hell with it. Who could sleep in this sauna?

  She stripped off her institutional green scrub shirt and threw it on the sink counter, then lay down on the bed. The cool of the sheets was a welcome relief on her hot skin, even if a somewhat scratchy one. She closed her lids and sighed.

  Laurel dragged herself up from sleep. Sounded like a key in the door. The spring lock on the door popped out, and the handle levered down.

  Oh, no. Oh, shit. She bolted upright in the bed, heart beating a tattoo in her chest. She was a woman alone in a call room in a remote part of the hospital. No one would hear her scream. She looked wildly around for a weapon. Nothing that wasn’t tied down, except for the two pagers.