StrokeMe

by Calista Fox

  The jolt deep in her wet cunt was just the wake-up call she needed. Further prodding on Finn or Eric or Yvette’s part was no longer necessary.

  Excitement danced along her spine as Annabelle smiled up at both men and said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

  * * * * *

  Finn had a packet of paperwork for her to read and sign, which Annabelle dropped on the desk in her Times Square hotel suite. Behind her, Eric closed the door and stepped close to her, his warm eyes and sexy grin igniting her insides all over again.

  He was the primary reason she’d agreed to do the body art scene. After she’d said yes, Finn had ordered a bottle of champagne that Annabelle was certain wasn’t on the “free” cocktail menu that came with the lofty cover charge. She’d enjoyed a glass with Eric before he’d whisked her onto the dance floor again.

  Around four in the morning, when the club closed, he’d slid an arm around her waist, pulled her against his side and whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  She couldn’t resist, couldn’t find a single reason to say no. She wanted him and she decided to have him.

  Now, as they stood in the middle of her hotel suite, she felt exhilaration and anticipation build inside her. Excitement shimmied down her spine, making her tingle all over.

  She gazed up at the sexiest man she’d ever known and asked, “Nightcap?”

  Clearly her nerves were getting the best of her. Eric was not in her hotel suite for a drink. He’d been perfectly forthcoming with his intentions and she hadn’t balked at the time. Why go all Catholic schoolgirl on him now?

  Eric shook his head at her offer, the corner of his mouth lifting in a suggestive grin. “I’m not interested in liquor, Annabelle. I’m interested in you.”

  Again with his blatant intentions! Now was the time to shut up and go with the flow. Though she naturally tensed as he pulled her to him. But when his arms slipped around her waist and he held her tight, she realized the tension wasn’t due to hesitation or doubt on her part. It was strictly the result of the overwhelming response her body had to his.

  Her breathing quickened as he gazed hungrily at her. This was so much more thrilling than she’d imagined. A gorgeous, successful man wanted her. What a huge ego boost for her and a shot in the arm for her libido!

  “You’re incredibly sexy,” he whispered, further building her confidence. His head dipped and his lips hovered over hers, tempting her, making her crave his touch. “So provocative,” he continued. “Exciting.”

  Annabelle’s eyelids fluttered closed. “Kiss me,” she murmured. “Please.”

  “I’ve wanted to since the moment you turned in my arms on the dance floor.”

  His mouth covered hers and Annabelle felt the fire flare inside her. A five-alarm rager that made her instantly hot and restless. She squirmed in Eric’s embrace, her body responding on levels she’d never before experienced.

  When her lips parted for him, his tongue thrust inside her mouth, tangling with hers. A moan lodged in her throat. Annabelle’s arms circled his neck as she leaned into him, her body melding to his. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest, her nipples hardening. One of his hands left her waist and swept over her backside. He squeezed a cheek, exciting her as well as pressing her more firmly against him. His erection nestled against her belly and it thrilled Annabelle to know she’d turned him on so quickly. With just a kiss.

  Dragging his mouth away from hers, he said, “I want you naked, Annabelle. I want to touch and taste you. Feel your skin against mine.”

  No man had ever said such words to her. Coming from Eric, they were as titillating as his kiss.

  She said, “I want that too.”

  He let out another low groan. His hands shifted to the zipper on the back of her dress and he slid it slowly down the track, then peeled the material over her shoulders and down her arms, letting the dress drop to the floor. His emerald gaze darkened under the dim lighting in the room. He stared at her, his jaw clenching briefly.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  Annabelle smiled. “It’s been a long time since anyone has said that to me.”

  “You’re fucking hot,” he amended, his tone teasing, but his gaze serious.

  Laughing, she said, “Or that.” Admittedly, it felt damn good to have him admire her without holding back. A wicked thrill chased down her spine, intensifying when he kissed her again.

  His nimble fingers released the clasp on her bra and he worked that piece of lingerie off while still kissing her. He palmed her breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging them in a way that made Annabelle’s pulse jump off the charts. One hand shifted to the small of her back as the other stayed on her breast. His finger and thumb captured her hard nipple, rolling and pinching it until her cunt clenched tight and she felt heat and desire prickle her clit.

  Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped for air.

  “Good Lord,” she whispered as that fire continued to rage through her body.

  “You like this?” Eric murmured as his head bent to her bare breast and his tongue flicked over her tight nipple.

  A small cry of pleasure fell from Annabelle’s lips. “Oh yes.”

  Apparently spurred on by her response to him, Eric sucked her nipple into his mouth, making her writhe in his arms and moan again. His hand moved between her slightly parted legs and his fingers glided over her pussy lips, caressing them through the satin and lace of her thong panties.

  He released her nipple just long enough to say, “You’re already wet for me.” Then he went back to teasing her nipple with his tongue as his fingers massaged her labia.

  Annabelle’s head fell back. She gripped his biceps, holding on tightly as the pleasure coursed through her veins, building as every second passed. She felt the tension increase in her belly and deep in her cunt. She wanted his fingers inside her, stroking her until she came.

  As though sensing her need, he swept aside the scant material covering her and targeted her clit with the pads of two fingers.

  “Oh God.” The words slipped from her mouth, unbidden. Annabelle’s eyes closed as she said, “That feels so good. Just like that.”

  He rubbed her clit, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. Then he pushed a long finger into her cunt and stroked her quickly, making her whimper.

  “Oh yes. Keep doing that,” she begged for more.

  His mouth closed over her other nipple and suckled it as he finger-fucked her. Annabelle’s grip on his upper arms tightened. She swayed a little on her heels, as her knees seemed to knock together while little fireballs burst in her belly.

  When Eric worked a second finger into her slick cunt, Annabelle’s excitement escalated. He stroked her quickly, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit while his fingers pushed deep into her pussy, hitting all the right spots.

  The erotic sensations coursing through every inch of her seemed to race toward her core. When they collided, she cried out.

  “Oh God, Eric! Oh yes!” Her climax was a powerful one, stealing her breath and making her tremble from head to toe.

  The hand on the small of her back crushed her to Eric’s hunky body. He held her tight and steady as her orgasm crested and then slowly ebbed.

  He withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt and said, in a strained tone, “I want to fuck you, Annabelle. Now.”

  “Please,” she begged again.

  A sharp grunt fell from his lips. “Getting you off makes me so hard. I want to be inside you when you come again.”

  Wasting no more time, she quickly divested him of his jacket, tie and shirt. Stripping the shirt off him was like unwrapping the best Christmas present of her life. He was magnificently built, even more so than what she’d seen of him clothed. More so than what she’d imagined. Her hands splayed over the rigid muscles of his chest, feeling the hard ledge of his pectorals against her skin and the flexing and tightening her touch evoked.

  His large hands gripped her waist. The
way he looked at her with such carnal and unapologetic lust made her desperate to strip off the rest of his clothes and beg him to fuck her.

  “Want to go into the bedroom?” she asked, though she’d be perfectly content to have him do her right here in the living room.

  His thoughts clearly ran the same way. He said, “This room will work for now.”

  Annabelle’s stomach flipped. Eric removed the remainder of his clothes, leaving Annabelle breathless. Speechless.

  He pulled a condom from his wallet, tore the packet open and rolled the condom down his shaft. Then he whirled her around and without preamble, bent her over the plump, rolled arm of the couch. She let out a playful squeal as her upper body landed on the pillows piled in the corner. Eric’s hands cupped her ass, massaging and kneading. Then his fingers slid along the cleft, circling the rim of her anus, which would be filled tomorrow night. His fingers swept forward and he rubbed her clit in quick strokes that lit her up instantly.

  All of those glorious sensations he so easily evoked built within her again. When his fingers left that swollen, sensitive nub between her legs, she was just about to protest, since she’d been so close to coming. But then the tip of his hard cock pressed against her opening and it was all Annabelle could do not to beg him to thrust into her pussy.

  She glanced at him over her shoulder, her insides igniting from the heated look he gave her. He stared at her intently, his green eyes blazing with desire.

  “Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me. I want to feel you in my pussy, Eric.”

  He groaned. “I want to fuck you hard, Annabelle.”

  She let out a long sigh. “Oh God, yes. I want it, Eric. I want you.”

  “Hold on, Annabelle,” he said in a dark tone that made her cunt clench and her fingers curl around the edges of a pillow.

  Eric’s hands on her ass spread her cheeks as he thrust into her, making her cry out. His hands shifted to her waist and he held her firmly as he fucked her, jolting Annabelle’s body and causing strange, primal sounds to fall from her lips.

  “You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You feel so good, Annabelle.”

  Her back arched and her ass lifted higher in the air. One of his hands moved to the cleft and he pressed his thumb into the small opening, a bit farther with each thrust of his cock in her pussy.

  “Oh Eric,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.”

  The erotic stirrings raged inside her body, gaining strength. She gripped the pillow a little tighter as he released her waist and slid that hand around to the front of her. His fingers rubbed her clit in a frenzied way that had her bucking and gyrating and moaning as her climax built.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Take what you want, Annabelle.”

  He fucked her harder, faster. Her whimpering turned into low, guttural moans. She’d never felt anything quite so intense, so raw.

  One more forceful thrust and her orgasm slammed into her. “Eric!” Her mind and body reeled from the powerful release that gripped her entire body, the very essence of her.

  Annabelle’s fingers clutched the edges of the pillow as her cunt clenched Eric’s cock. Moments later, he called out her name as he came.

  Annabelle had never felt anything so thrilling. Or so liberating.

  Chapter Two

  “I still can’t believe I agreed to do this,” Annabelle said as she climbed the stairs to the backstage area of Body Scenes. Her stomach was a tangled mess of nerves and exhilaration. Admittedly, the snapping and popping inside her was invigorating, making her feel super-charged. The energy buzzing through her body kept her in a constant state of arousal. Along with thoughts of three pairs of hands and lips on her body. Three cocks pleasuring her. Three male voices mingling with hers as they all reached a shattering climax.

  She’d fantasized about this as Eric had fucked her twice more before they’d drifted off to sleep.

  “I’ve got to tell you,” Yvette said. “You shocked the shit out of me when you said yes. Kudos to you, girlfriend. Ku-dos!”

  They located the area sectioned off for Finn and Annabelle’s stomach fluttered. The sexy artist grinned at her and said, “Hair in a bun at the nape of your neck, just as I instructed. Are you also clean-shaven?”

  “Not a pube to be found,” she admitted. Annabelle hadn’t been bare down there since she was a pre-teen. But Finn had insisted and she’d complied.

  She reached in her bag for the agreement she’d signed, which provided her written consent to the lascivious act of “placement” by the artist and other members of the mural as well as the strict adherence to condom usage by the male models. She’d also been required to get an exam first thing this morning at a private clinic capable of producing same-day lab results. She handed over her clean bill of health, along with the contract.

  “Signed on the dotted line,” she said as she gave the paperwork to Finn.

  To her surprise, there’d been a clause in the agreement that explained a portion of the proceeds from the auction would go to charitable organizations designated by the models. Annabelle had been more than happy to donate to a nationwide network of women’s shelters.

  “This is the only association your name will have with the mural, per your request,” he said. “It goes in a safe I keep locked at all times. You’ll remain completely anonymous.”

  A comforting thought.

  “Now,” Finn said. “Let’s get down to business. This is Jessica Parks, one of my assistants and an art student at NYU. She’ll cover your body in green paint, then I’ll finish you up and have you stand in front of that large fan to dry.”

  Jessica slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and reached for a large container of paint with a pump top.

  Annabelle frowned. “No brush?” She’d actually been looking forward to that part.

  Finn chuckled. “Not until I paint your high and lowlights and the flower petals. Now, this is another fantastic employee of mine who will be your beck-and-call girl. Her name is Brooke.”

  Annabelle exchanged quick pleasantries with both women.

  “She’ll get you anything you need. Ipod with earphones, tissue, cocktails, you name it. The bathroom’s down the hall. Don’t worry about smudging your paint. I’ll make a lot of touch-ups before the curtain rises.”

  “Sounds like a piece of cake,” Annabelle said. Though her heart was pounding hard in her chest, making a mockery of her words.

  “Great.” Finn beamed. “Now strip down.” He pulled the curtain around the metal rod, enclosing their cozy little work area. She’d have to get used to the confined space. She suspected the stage wasn’t much bigger.

  “Would you like some champagne?” Brooke asked.

  “That’d probably help.” Annabelle put her purse on one of the empty fold-up chairs and slipped out of her clothes. It was impossible not to feel self-conscious, even when Yvette whistled under her breath.

  “You haven’t gained an ounce since college!”

  Jessica gestured to another empty chair, silently instructing Annabelle to sit there. The padded seat was covered with a sheet of paper, taped to the edges of the metal frame. Annabelle suspected she needed to touch as little of the chair as possible so as to not smear the paint job. She hoped she didn’t botch the whole thing.

  “Are you ready?” Jessica asked.

  “Absolutely,” she said as she perched her bare ass on the edge of the chair.

  Brooke returned with a champagne split, a bendy straw in the opening of the small bottle. “So you don’t interrupt Jessica’s flow,” she said of the straw. She set it on a table next to the chair so all Annabelle had to do was lean over and sip.

  “Geez,” Yvette said, “if I’d known all I had to do was lounge around and sip champagne, I’d have agreed to let Finn paint me years ago!”

  “You’ve never been painted?” Annabelle asked, surprised.

  “He’s only asked her about a hundred times,” Brooke said as she handed a split to Yvette.

  “I’m waiting for the right s
cene,” Yvette said, taking a deep sip through the straw of her own cocktail.

  Annabelle could agree with her sentiment. The “pollination” theme had appealed to her because it reminded her of elementary-school sex education—and the placement of all those cocks in the mural had made her laugh at the debauchery of it all.

  Well, that and the fact that she’d be starring in this sinful creation with three men.

  Annabelle shivered with anticipation, both nervous and sexual. As Jessica rubbed paint on her body, she tingled from head to toe. The cool, creamy texture on her flushed skin created an erotic sensation. Her nipples were tighter than ever before and that dull ache in her cunt returned.

  She could only imagine what was going in the men’s work area, guessing they had their own Jessica to rub paint all over their naked bodies.

  As though Yvette had read her mind, she said, “I’m going to take a peek at what’s happening next door.”

  “Yvette!” Annabelle laughed. “You are so wicked!”

  She disappeared outside the makeshift room, but Annabelle could still hear her when she let out a lusty, “Oh my!”

  Yvette fanned her face as she returned moments later, her eyes lit with excitement. “That’s some hearty stock over there.”

  Annabelle blushed.

  “I don’t know whose cock is bigger, your friend Eric or his partners in crime. Stiff competition.”

  “You are so uncouth.” Though she really couldn’t imagine a bigger cock than Eric’s. Nor had she told Yvette that she’d allowed Eric back to her hotel suite after they’d closed down the club.

  “Speak for yourself,” Yvette scoffed. “You’re the one who’s about to engage in a four-way!”

  Annabelle’s heart rate accelerated. Did she really know what she was getting herself into?

  “I gotta say, girlfriend, you are in for one delicious treat.” Yvette sucked down a healthy amount of champagne before asking in a lowered voice, “Have you ever taken it in the ass?”

  “Yvette!” Sufficiently mortified, Annabelle’s gaze snapped to Brooke and then Jessica. Neither woman showed the slightest sign of amusement or embarrassment. They just bustled about, working on Annabelle.