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by Rain, Angelina

  INDECENT ENCOUNTERS

  8 Author Anthology

  Edited by Bonnie Brown

  Copyright© 2011 Evernight Publishing

  Table of Contents

  1. Raw by Amarinda Jones

  2. Taken by Three by Delilah Hunt

  3. Post Op by Erin O'Riordan

  4. The Birthday Surprise by Pepper Anthony

  5. Admired by Ashlynn Monroe

  6. Waking the Lioness by Tessa Monroe

  7. Do It Fur Love by Melissa Hosack

  8. The Problem With Love Spells by Angelina Rain

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  ISBN: 978-1-926950-25-9

  Cover Artist: LF Designs

  Editor: Bonnie Brown

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Raw

  Copyright © Amarinda Jones

  Chapter One

  Poppy Mansfield stood on the balcony of her tenth floor room at the Sunrise Hotel. She was naked. If anyone saw her, she didn’t care. Poppy was a stranger in the Australian tropical city of Cairns. If someone looked at her body and laughed? So be it. She stopped worrying over what people thought of her long ago. If it was lust they felt? Well, that was different. Poppy was ready for that. While she was in Cairns on specific business, she was also ready for sexual adventure.

  “I need to get laid.” That was a fact. Poppy was hungry for

  hot, forbidden sex with a stranger that she was open to almost any suggestion that came her way. “I need dick.” Poppy wanted to be taken hard, rough and raw. “I want to be used. I want to wake up aching.” It wasn’t what a good girl would crave, but Poppy was tired of being good. That was just a façade she hid behind in her everyday life. In reality she was nothing like her image. “I want to be fucked.”

  Poppy thought momentarily about her long term partner and lover. He was a good man. She needed him. “But I also need more.” And it wasn’t just an orgasm she craved. Poppy could come under her own fingers or the tongue of her lover. Her gnawing lust was different. It was about being stripped naked of all defenses and being taken raw and hard purely for the sensation of it.

  Her hand moved down to her clean shaven pussy as her interest once more turned to the backpacker’s hostel across the road from where she stayed. It struck her as odd that a quality hotel and rough dormitory style accommodation could be on the same tourist strip. But that was Cairns for you. The far north Queensland city catered to all tastes and classes and no one was considered better than anyone else.

  Poppy’s eyes locked in on the same man she had been watching for a couple of days. She often saw the auburn haired man on the small balcony of the room he shared with some other backpackers. Rarely did he wear a shirt. And his shorts? They sat low on his lean hips. It would take so little to yank them down and see what they hid. Poppy licked her lips as she imagined running her tongue down his skin from his sternum to his dick. She liked toying with men. She loved sucking dick. It drove men to do wild, dirty things to her.

  She stroked her clit as she thought about the man across the street. “And just what would you do to me, Joshua?” That wasn’t his name of course. It was just what Poppy had decided to call him. She watched as he bent down and picked up another can of beer from the cooler that was placed on the balcony. Poppy could see the bare crack of his ass as he leaned over. Her fingers itched to pull his shorts down to bite and taste. “Oh, how I want to do terrible things to you, Joshua.” Poppy had decided long ago that life was about taking chances and enjoying herself. She rubbed her clit harder.

  The man she was looking at turned. Poppy jumped slightly, yet she continued stroking herself. Did he see her? Could he see where her hand was? She smiled in invitation. “Come and get me, Joshua.” Poppy closed her eyes and slid the fingers of her other hand inside her. “I need cock.”

  * * * *

  Owen Craig had been watching the tenth floor balcony of the hotel across the street for the last couple of days. The red haired woman who stood naked on the balcony was driving him wild. She was a tease. He knew the type. “I want to hunt her down and fuck the stuffing out of her.” While it was true that Owen couldn’t see every line of her body, he knew by the way the woman stood, she was a confident, sexy lady looking for the right man. As for her standing naked on the balcony with her hands between her legs playing with her pussy? Some may have called her a slut. Owen viewed her as liberated and in control. He liked that. Women who played games held no interest to him. “I’m the man for you, princess.”

  “Is she watching?” David, one of his roommates squinted in the direction of the balcony.

  “Yes.” Owen was on holidays. He had rented out a room at The Palace Backpackers Hostel as he enjoyed meeting new people. While sharing a dormitory room with four men had its challenges, it also had its benefits. A never-ending parade of women had come and gone from the room, each sharing what she had to offer, and Owen was not one to turn down a gift.

  David slapped him on the back. “Go get her man.”

  Owen smiled. “I plan to.” Since the day he first saw her she was a marked woman.

  “And remember your friends if the lady is looking for something a little more extreme.”

  “Oh, she will be. Her type always is.”

  * * * *

  Owen leaned against the wall across from the Sunrise Hotel and waited for her to appear. He had been following her since he first saw her. Any plans Owen had vanished when she wandered into his world. Some women were like that. They made you watch, want and mess up your schedule to be with them. He smiled as she appeared in a red, strappy sundress that fell down to her knees, yet left her pale shoulders bare. That she didn’t wear a bra was obvious. Her full breasts were bouncing against the red fabric with every step she took. “And I bet you have no panties on.” Owen ran one long finger down the column of his throat. “All the better to fuck you with.”

  Owen waited for her to move further down the street. He knew where she was headed. It was Friday. The local farmers market was in full swing. People flocked there for fresh fruit, vegetables, entertainment and atmosphere. It was the ideal place for a tourist. “Not that she’s going to see it.” Owen planned to waylay her before that.

  * * * *

  Poppy’s heart beat erratically. She knew the man she christened ‘Joshua’ followed her. Poppy had eyed him discreetly as she left the hotel lobby. She smiled to herself as she pulled the cotton strap back up over her shoulder. It was madness to wear something so revealing in the bright sun. Her skin was delicate and prone to burn. However, there was another heat she was aching to feel.

  “Excuse me, do you have the time?”

  The fine hairs on her neck tingled as a man came up behind her. She knew in her heart it was Joshua. “It’s just after ten o’clock.” Poppy didn’t turn toward him. She closed her eyes as she felt the heat from his body press against her. That a stranger had the audacity to do that to her should have offended Poppy. But it didn’t. Poppy sank back against him, enjoying the bound-up tension she felt as his dick pressed against her butt. I want him in my ass.

  “Scared to look at me
, princess?”

  Princess? Was that how she came across? Like some prissy woman who believed she was too prefect to be touched? “I’m going to the market and —” Poppy stopped mid sentence as she felt his hot breath on her neck. Touch me. Fuck me.

  “Let’s not play games now. I know you’ve been watching me. I know what you want.”

  Knowing he’d seen her made her smile. Poppy wasn’t the only one in need. “Do you?”

  “Yes.” Joshua placed one arm under her breasts and walked her forward.

  Poppy could have stopped the momentum but that would have been no fun for her. “What do you want?”

  “You.” His teeth nipped gently at her neck.

  She shivered as his lips covered the bite mark. “And you think you can just ask and I’ll come to you?”

  The stranger lifted his head and chuckled. “Oh, I’m not asking, princess.” His arm fell from her waist as his hand linked with hers and he pulled her forward.

  “But—”

  “You want this.”

  They rounded a nearby corner than led into an alley. A large truck blocked the other end. “I don’t.”

  “Liar.” Joshua kept moving forward. “You’ll get everything you desire, princess.” He pushed her up against the wall, his body trapping hers. “Do you like it rough and dirty?” His hands started pulling her skirt up to her waist.

  The warm, humid air on her skin competed with the rough denim of his jeans and the hot fingers tugging at her clothes. Poppy knew she could yell and scream and kick him to free herself, but she didn’t want to. That Joshua had come to take what was on offer thrilled her.

  His blue eyes locked with hers. “I asked you if you liked it rough and dirty.”

  “Oh yes.” Poppy’s hands dropped to his zipper. He watched intently as she worked it down. She smiled as his dick jumped out to greet her. “Pretty.” She saw the amusement in his eyes.

  “You like dick?”

  “I love dick.” Her hand curled around his shaft. Anyone could see them. Poppy didn’t care. She would never be back in this town again. She wanted this man and she was going to allow him to take her any way she wanted.

  Joshua pushed his hands down on her shoulders. “Suck me.”

  Poppy was forced to her knees on the hard concrete. Her hand tugged on the dick she still held. She was rewarded with a growl of satisfaction from him. “But Joshua, what if —”

  “—someone sees us, princess? They’ll think you’re a whore. Now open your mouth and suck my dick.”

  I want to be your whore.

  Chapter Two

  Owen smiled at the name she called him. Joshua? Whatever gets you hot and naked with me, princess. He knew she was the sort of woman who wanted to be made to do things. Owen placed a hand behind her head and pushed his hips forward so the tip of his dick touched her lips. “Suck it.” He sighed when her lips slipped around the head and drew him inside her mouth. Some women knew how to suck a man’s dick. This lady was one of them. It was in the teasing suck and release of the head of his cock, and the soft hand that gripped his shaft as it moved back and forth, teasing the underside of his cock with a well practiced pressure. She knew how to work him just right.

  “Oh fuck, you’re good at this, princess.” Her green eyes lifted up to meet his. Owen’s heart skipped a beat. Some women could hold you with their eyes. This woman was one of them. “Do you want me to come in your mouth?

  His dick slipped from her lips. “Yes.”

  He smiled. This one I have so many plans for. “Not yet, princess. I need to fuck you first. Stand up.” Owen helped her to her feet and then pushed her back against the wall.

  * * * *

  Once more her skirt was dragged up to her waist. Poppy caught his hands. They were large and calloused. This was a man who worked for a living. What will those hands feel like on my body?

  “Still scared someone will see us?” His fingers drove up into her cunt.

  Poppy squealed. “Yes-s-s-s.” She spread her legs wider to accommodate his thrusting fingers. If someone was watching now? Let them. Poppy bore down on his hand. “I need cock.” The cock in question was riding high and hard and waiting for its turn.

  He chuckled. “And you’ll get it. But I want to see your breasts now. Show them to me.”

  Driven by lust and the promise of more, Poppy undid the four small buttons that held the fabric over her breasts together. As it parted her eyes locked with his. She saw the raw need and hunger in his intent gaze. Poppy felt the power she had over him. Her hands went up to the pink-tipped mounds and massaged the fullness. Oh yeah, I’m not the only one in need…

  “Hey! You can’t do this here. It’s a public thoroughfare.” The driver had returned to his delivery truck that was parked in the alley.

  Joshua never took his eyes off Poppy. “Do you want to watch?” he asked the man, his fingers still buried inside her.

  Poppy stared agog. “Joshua?” Craving was one thing, reality another.

  The delivery driver’s eyes were on her pussy. “I want to be inside her.”

  Joshua held Poppy back as she tried to break free from his arms. “You may when I’m finished, and you’ll need a condom.”

  A dozens words of protest came to her lips, yet she said nothing. No words were compelling enough to make her stop what these men planned to do to her.

  The truck driver grinned. “Got one.” He leaned against the wall and waited his turn.

  Poppy was stunned. She looked from Joshua to the other man. They were both so different. The trucker was huge, tall and solidly built. There was also a roughness about him that verged on caveman.

  Joshua removed his fingers. They were wet with her juices. “Turn around.”

  “But I want to see you.”

  “And I want to fuck you and I’ll do it my way.” Joshua grabbed her by the waist and forced her to face the wall. He let her dress drop to her feet so her back and ass was on display. Joshua spanked it hard several times.

  Poppy jumped in shock and pain. “Stop it.”

  Again his hand came down on her butt. “I do what I want.” Slap. Slap. Slap.

  It was humiliating to be treated like an errant schoolgirl being punished for not doing as she was told. “Stop it. That hurts.”

  “What?” Slap. “Don’t you want to be filled?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then shut up, spread your legs and say nothing.”

  As liberated as she believed herself to be, Poppy couldn’t help but do as she was told. The promise of sex always won over her need to be in control. She felt his dick prod her ass.

  “Ask me to fuck you, princess.” Joshua’s voice was rough against her ear.

  Poppy knew the truck driver looked on but she didn’t care. “Please fuck me, Joshua,” she replied in a soft voice.

  “Louder.” He slammed his body against hers.

  The bricks scratched her skin but Poppy didn’t care. “Fuck me,” she said, loud and clear.

  “What?” Joshua’s hands went to her hips and pulled her ass back against his dick.

  “I need your dick inside me right now,” Poppy yelled out, uncaring who heard her. That the truck driver laughed raucously was of no concern to her. “Please fuck me hard.”

  Joshua chuckled, as if pleased. “Your wish is about to be granted, princess.”

  At the first thrust of his dick inside her cunt, Poppy cried out in excitement. This was what she had needed. There was nothing like being filled by a hot, driving cock. Joshua shoved it up her so fast and so furious that she held her breath in awe. Few men knew how to take a woman in such a primal way. Most men were too careful. Poppy wasn’t interested in romantic sex right now. She didn’t protest when Joshua pulled her hands back behind her. Poppy enjoyed the feeling of being pinned to the wall, unable to fight against it. “Oh, Joshua…”

  * * * *

  Owen’s thrusts were deep and hard. He knew what the lady wanted. She needed to be taken and owned. His hips pumme
led her ass, balls slapping as he drove his dick into her time and time again. “You like my dick inside you, princess?”

  “Yes, I love it.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” Owen nipped her ear with his teeth.

  “P-p-please d-d-don’t,” Poppy panted, clearly trying to keep up with his pace.

  Owen glanced at the truck driver standing beside them. He was already rolling a condom over his dick. It was fat, very long and hard, and Owen doubted most women would be able to take so much inside without crying out in discomfort. “Do you need me princess?”

  “Yes, don’t leave me.”

  Owen pulled out, his cock wet and shiny. He nodded to the truck driver.

  “W-w-what are you doing?” She turned around to look at him.

  “My turn,” the driver announced, as he took Poppy’s arm and pulled her over to the truck.