"Oh Adam, Adam … I'm…." The rest was lost when all of a sudden he stopped licking her and began to slide his cock into her wet pussy. Then he stopped again.
"What?" she screamed.
"Condoms…haven't got any," he groaned.
"Bag, quickly," she said.
Adam reached across to grab her bag. Sophie upturned the whole thing, letting the contents fall where they would. Rummaging the debris, she found a foil packet. Adam grabbed it, tore it open and sheathed himself.
"Oh, we are in a hurry now?" she giggled.
Her giggles stopped when he thrust his cock inside her. She grabbed his arms, wound her legs around his waist and pushed against him, wanting all of him. He thrust hard and fast, moaning as he did so, then slowed down, gliding in and out at a snail's pace.
"Damn you, Adam, for teasing me." She screeched as her orgasm began to build again. Each time it built, he slowed down. The gleam in his eyes told her he was enjoying playing with her.
He thrust again and tensed. Her pussy clenched around his rock solid cock and her orgasm hit, sending her over the edge. She screamed and shuddered as her long-awaited orgasm went on and on. Adam grabbed her hips and thrust one last time, harder than before, and groaned as he came, too.
They lay on the cushions, their bodies soaked in perspiration.
"You're not going anywhere, Sophie." Adam’s deep voice touched her heart, his arms wound around her tightly.
"No, sir, Mr. Sloely, I don't intend to!" She sighed and nuzzled into him.
Sophie lay in his arms. It had taken what seemed a lifetime to get there. Now she was exactly where she wanted to be and nothing was going to change that.
The End
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MESSY
Ella Grey
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“I’m here to clean your house.”
Carter Hanson looked at the pretty brunette standing on his doorstep with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. Carter had just managed to fall into bed after he’d finished his shift as a bouncer for one of the local clubs in town, when the knock on the door had meant he had to roll back out of its warm embrace.
He narrowed his eyes at her, it didn’t matter how cute she was. He was about five seconds away from slamming the door in her face. Carter wasn’t a violent man but it either took a very brave or stupid person to disturb his sleep pattern.
“Excuse me?”
She smiled at him brightly, oblivious to his dark mood or she just simply didn’t care. “I’m Arianna Neatly. I run ‘Neat and Tidy Inc.’ we offer home cleaning with a personal touch.”
“I don’t particularly care who you are,” he snapped at her. “I didn’t hire you.”
She looked down at the folder she’d been carrying. “The job was placed by a Mister Hanson for a Mister Hanson.”
“You mean my brother hired you?”
She smiled brightly at him again. Damn, no sane person should be that perky at such an ungodly hour, unless of course they were a few sandwiches short of a picnic basket. “I don’t need a cleaner.” He said it again, hoping that this time his words would stick and he’d be able to get some sleep.
** *
Arianna had nearly forgotten how to breathe when he’d opened the door. It was a little after nine but she was still surprised that he’d answered the door half-naked. Not that she minded: he was obviously in good shape, lean muscles and broad shoulders that made her want to drool.
She really needed this job. She’d figured out that all she had to do was get started, then, when he eventually found out that his brother hadn’t actually sent her, he’d be so impressed with her work, he’d pay her anyway. Well, that was the idea.
It was a shame that he was such an arse. She couldn’t help but think if she’d been a man, he’d have punched her in the face and slammed the door closed. There wasn’t any doubt that he was good-looking. He had a body that she ached to touch and caress but that attitude of his kept her firmly in her place.
She tried a different tactic. “Would it be such a hardship to let me clean your house? I’ll be in trouble if I don’t do my job.”
He frowned. “I thought you owned the company.”
“I do,” she admitted. “But I was thinking of the phone company and an unpaid bill.”
He opened the door a little wider. “I don’t know what you heard but my house doesn’t need tidying.” Arianna ducked in under his arm and into his house while he was distracted. “But why don’t you come in and have a look yourself,” Arianna heard him mutter.
Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “I don’t understand.” He hadn’t been lying, the house was spotless, it looked barely lived in. “But why does he call you messy?”
She jumped as the door slammed shut behind her. She twirled around, suddenly realizing that she was alone in a house with a half-naked and incredibly good-looking man.
Carter wasn’t smiling. “My brother didn’t send you.”
Arianna took a deep breath. She’d hoped she could have least started before he’d figured out the truth. “What makes you say that?”
“He’s the only one who calls me Mr. Messy but it isn’t because of my house. I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t have told you that name if he’d hired you to clean.”
She took a deep breath but all she caught was a deeply masculine scent that made her eyes widen in an almost primal need. She’d always loved the smell of aftershave. For the first time since he’d opened the door, he smiled and Arianna’s knees nearly went from under her. She’d never had such a bodily reaction to a guy before.
“He doesn’t call me Messy for that reason, either.”
Arianna walked farther into his house and she could feel him behind her, as he watched her. “So, why are you here?”
It was time for some honesty. “I’m just starting up my business but it’s been hard going. I overheard your brother in the pub and I tracked you down. Looks like I got the wrong end of the stick.”
“Looks like.” Carter said from behind her.
She put her bag, filled with cleaning supplies over her shoulder. “This is really embarrassing.”
** *
She’s going to leave, Carter thought to himself, which is exactly what I wanted. She started to walk to the door but Carter stepped in front of her. “Do you want to know how I earned the nickname?” He didn’t know what he was doing. As soon as he’d realized she’d lied to him, he should have kicked her out on her shapely little butt. Instead he didn’t want her to leave. Maybe he could blame it on the whole lack of sleep thing but he was silently starting to wonder if she’d be interested in his brand of messy. Carter’s cock twitched in interest at the random thought.
She glanced up at him under full, dark lashes. Her blue eyes traveled over every inch of him and he steadily got harder under her curious glance. “Okay, I’m game. Why do they call you Messy?”
Carter took long strides towards her, liking the way her eyes widened in surprise a second before he brushed his fingertips down her cheek. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you,” he whispered as he lowered his head and tasted her lips. A cool breath of mint teased his senses. It probably wasn’t a good idea to seduce a random woman but the way she was moaning against him, snaking her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, she wasn’t above being seduced. He rested his hands on the butt he’d been admiring earlier. She wore a pair of black trousers; she didn’t look much like a cleaner in them but they certainly gave her a professional look. He trailed his hands up her back and under the white shirt she wore. Her muscles loosened and relaxed under his fingers as he rubbed and caressed her, loving the way she melted against him. Carter brushed his lips against her neck. He was intently aware that she was wearing too many clothes. As he nipped and kissed her neck he got to work removing her shirt. She didn’t stop him as he pushed it off
and down her arms, leaving it on the floor.
It felt like her skin was burning as it pressed against his. He quickly unclipped her bra and it fell away. He kissed a trail down from her neck to her breasts. They were the perfect size. They fitted his hands perfectly, and her nipples, the color of pink roses, and already hard. He gently teased them with his teeth and felt the instant her fingers laced into his hair, holding him in place as he worshipped her breasts.
** *
Arianna felt like she was drowning in the sensations that Carter created in her. She was already wet, and every time she moved her hips, a spike of pleasure traveled through her. She wanted him to touch her down there, to ease some of the tension that was slowly building there. She hadn’t been expecting this at all but suddenly she was thankful she’d been wearing her sexy underwear that morning. Not that he’d noticed: he was too intent in his task to comment on the black, lacy bra she’d been wearing.
He knelt down in front of her and goose bumps erupted all over her. Arianna looked down the line of her body and into dark brown eyes. Her breath caught as he unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them and her knickers down. He buried his head into the wetness between her legs, tasting her, and she cried out.
Suddenly he stopped and got back to his feet. He was still dressed in jogging bottoms but the hard-on was hard to miss. She licked her lips and wondered when she was going to get a taste of it.
Carter picked up her hand and walked deeper into the house. As they passed a settee, he plucked a throw over from its resting place. She was full of questions but she kept them to herself, not wanting to disturb such an intriguing and delicious moment. They finally stopped walking when they reached a kitchen. Carter laid the black throw onto the kitchen floor and sat down, pulling her down with him.
She sat down and Carter gently pushed her down farther, until she was lying down. “What are you doing?”
He half-leaned over her and she was caught by the passion that she could see in those brown eyes. “Close your eyes.” She followed his instructions and fought the urge to open them again when she heard him open one of the doors on the fridge.
He closed the door again and sat down next to her. “You have to keep your eyes closed. Just trust me. Do you?”
Arianna nodded. She knew that it was stupid: she didn’t know this guy and he’d had her naked within five minutes of her walking through the door. That had to be some kind of record, probably not one you’d see in the Guinness Book of Records, though. Her breath caught as something cold dribbled onto her breasts. It was quickly followed by flicks of his tongue as he removed whatever he’d poured onto her. She held her legs tight together, embarrassed by how turned on she was. The top of her thighs already felt wet and she hadn’t even come yet. Her whole body was tight with need; she’d never had this kind of foreplay before.
The smell of citrus filled the air. An orange was pressed against her lips and she opened them to let the fruit in. As she sucked the fruit, Carter licked her lips, tasting it with her. She moaned at the intimate intrusion of his tongue into her mouth. Damn, this felt so good. As he kissed her, he tweaked her nipples.
Suddenly he was gone again and she groaned in frustration. Her frustration died in her throat as she felt his hands on her ankles, pushing her legs up and apart. She bit her lip, wondering what he looked like as he studied her.
****
“You’re beautiful Ari, every inch of you.” Carter could see how wet she was, her lips practically glistening. He picked up the strawberry topping that he’d bought for an ex-girlfriend who’d liked it with her ice cream. He usually didn’t like something sweet, unless of course he was licking it off of someone’s body.
He lowered the bottle, opened it and started to drizzle it over her pussy. Her body squirmed as the cold liquid touched her hot skin. When he was satisfied, he lowered his head between her thighs. “Do you want me to taste you here?”
“Oh God, yes.” She moaned the words, wriggling her hips as if trying to entice him. She really didn’t need to. He wanted to push his tongue into those wet folds, to sample that feminine scent mixed with the sweetness of strawberry.
Carter flicked his tongue along the lines of strawberry left on her thighs, until he finally reached his destination. She cried out as he licked away the sweet liquid before taking her hard clit into his lips. Her whole body shuddered under his mouth and suddenly all he could taste was her. He worried and teased the hard nub. She tasted just as good as he thought she would. With one hand, he pulled down his jogging bottoms as far as they’d go and rolled on the condom. She kept her eyes closed as he rubbed the head of his cock against the wetness of her pussy.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes opened slowly, the blue irises almost completely black. Her body still had trails of strawberry liquid on it; the orange she’d bitten had left her lips looking wet. She looked so fucking hot that Carter didn’t think that he’d last long. He rubbed his cock across that wetness a few more times, making sure that she was completely ready for him. Carter loved the silken wetness; it proved that she was as turned on about this as he was. He pushed his cock into her and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Carter closed his eyes, drowning in the moment. She felt so good. He lowered his body onto hers, feeling her nipples press against his chest. He captured her lips with his, tasting the orange he’d feed her earlier. He worked himself in and out. Her legs circled his waist and her hands were in his hair. He gently bit her bottom lip as he slowly fucked her. There was no mistaking the build-up of pressure in his lower back. He moved her legs until they were over his shoulders. He couldn’t get to her lips from the position but he could see every expression that crossed her face. She cried out as Carter pulled out another orgasm in her. It was all it took for Carter to fall over the edge. He came so hard, he swore he saw stars.
It had been a long time since he’d done something like this, but Carter had always been a firm believer that sex should be fun and messy, hence his brother’s nickname for him. Carter rolled down onto the throw Arianna lay on; her body was slick with sweat.
She managed a lazy grin at him. "That was amazing.”
“You’re welcome.” He winked at her before he closed his eyes and tried to remember how to breathe. He felt Arianna sit up and he curled over, pulling her back down and into his arms. “You want to join me in the shower?”
She turned in his arms and he opened his eyes. “Yeah, I do.” She brushed a kiss against his lips and sighed happily. “I’ve never been happier to lose a job.”
The End
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THE TICKLE ARMS
Morgan King
Copyright © 2013
“You have reached your destination.”
Really?! Josie didn’t think for one moment she had reached her destination; she was still on a county road several miles south of the city and there was no sign of The Tickle Arms, the place she wanted to be. Hopefully it was just a case of a really long road being covered by the same postcode, and if she kept driving she’d find it. A minute later she breathed a sigh of relief as amongst the hedgerows she saw a sign for the village of Wellmington, her actual destination.
“Turn around where possible.”
That nasal voice was beginning to get on her nerves. With a stretch of her left hand and a bit of a blind fumble Josie switched off the gadget. At least it had got her to roughly the right location. Houses started appearing and the road widened. Josie slowed as she approached what appeared to be the centre of the village, both a corner- and antique shop visible.
Then she saw it: a well-lit building with full car park. From the outside it looked like a Georgian house, and only the hanging sign with a delicately painted feather reassured Josie she was in the right place.
Her first impressions were good. The building was painted a vibrant sky blue, the owners clearly paying
attention to its upkeep. Josie pulled her car into an empty space and switched the engine off. She took a quick look in the vanity mirror, teasing a curl from her ponytail to frame her face and dabbing on some lip balm. She, too, wanted to make a good first impression.
Inside, the restaurant was crowded and she hesitated just past the doorway. Her “blind” date had sent her a photo, and she had reciprocated, so technically they weren’t going in blind, but she still had to study the faces at every table, and people never looked quite like their photos.
She’d be surprised if this Matt she was meeting was half as good-looking as the image he had sent. Or even if he was half as nice as he seemed from their chats together online. Her friend Terry had sung his praises, assuring her Matt was nothing like her ex, who had been far too selfish and lazy. Having been persuaded to exchange contact details, they’d talked online every night for the past week and it had seemed right to meet up.
She was surprised! When she spotted him she had to consciously close her mouth. Oh my god, he was gorgeous.
When he saw her he stood, and she could see that he was tall, as well as dark-haired, dark-skinned and handsome. He had dark copper eyes and his hair was braided neatly against his head and pulled together in a short ponytail at his neck, a style that she found incredibly sexy. She felt her panties dampen.
She walked over to meet him and after confirming their identities he leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. It was polite and promising. He also held her chair out for her. They were in a corner, their chairs placed near enough each other that they could both see one another and look out on the rest of the diners.
“You know I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw your full name. Terry had only ever mentioned his friend Matt.” Damn her quick mouth! Josie blushed when she realized what she’d blurted out without thinking. “Sorry, you must get comments about your name quite a lot.”
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