Love Charms

by Multiple

  “Oh Annie!” he moaned. She rewarded the sound of her name in his mouth with deeper, longer strokes. His eyes flew open and he looked down at her. She cupped his balls lightly, rubbing them in her hands, and he gasped, “Yes!” His hands found her breasts, thumbing her nipples. His eyes were closed as he squeezed and massaged her breasts, making her moan softly.

  “Up here.” She pulled gently on his cock, urging him higher. “I want your cock between my breasts.”

  He groaned, his eyes darkening. She licked her palm again, getting him wetter still, and pressed him between her breasts. Her pale flesh wrapped around his red, swollen cock was mouthwatering, just the tip of him appearing through her cleavage. He started moving between them and she reached her tongue out for the head with every thrust.

  “Ah, god!” He groaned as she stretched for more of his pre-cum on her tongue.

  “Pinch my nipples,” she urged. He did, hard, squeezing her breasts together around his cock. Suddenly, he slowed, biting his lip and shaking his head. Annie could tell that he was getting close and she reached her tongue for his cock again.

  “Not yet,” he murmured, his cock in his hand now, squeezing and breathing hard.

  “But I want it in my mouth,” Annie begged, licking her lips and looking up at him. He brought it close to her mouth, rubbing the tip gently over her lips, still squeezing it hard. She could feel a hot spurt of pre-cum as she let it go with a quiver. Opening her mouth, she made her tongue flat, so he could press it there.

  “You want it?” He teased her tongue with it, rubbing her lips, smacking her cheeks a little, making her moan. Annie nodded, unable to speak, filled simply with lust for the feel of him again in her mouth. “Then take it, baby.” He offered it to her, easing it past her lips, letting the swollen length graze the roof of her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. He moaned as he pulled the length back out and Annie sucked eagerly on the tip. She swallowed it gladly, hungry for him, as he slid back into her mouth.

  He slipped his hand behind her head and eased himself in and out of her warm, wet mouth. She let him do it, at his own pace, watching the pleasure on his face. She felt the throbbing response against her tongue and roof of her mouth that remained simply open to receive him.

  His pace slowed as his breath began to quicken and she sucked a little harder, moving her own head now, working his cock with her lips and tongue. He gasped, shuddering, and quickly withdrew, again grabbing and squeezing hard.

  “That was close,” he murmured after a tight-lipped moment, leaving a little more pre-cum on Annie’s breasts. “I want to be inside of you, Annie. Don’t make me come yet.” He reached behind him to find her heat, cupping her whole wet mound in his hand. She lifted her hips, moaning.

  “I want you inside me, too.” Annie’s eyes closed and she delighted in the feel of his fingers playing through her flesh. He moved down her body, his hand never leaving her pussy, to spread her thighs open with his knees. She sighed, loving the feel of the tip of him against her clit when he found it. She pulled her knees up and back, exposing herself entirely to him. He gasped at the sight, making his cock even slicker with her juices as he eased the head between her folds of flesh.

  “Don’t tease me,” she begged. “I want you, Eric. Please.” Annie shivered and bit his shoulder to keep from crying out when Eric slid his cock between her swollen pussy lips, driving himself deep inside of her flesh. She heard him grunt, but that was the only sound he made as he fucked her.

  He felt huge as his flesh pummeled her, his hips smacking into hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she clutched him. The incredible lust that drove them both felt like an itch that just wouldn’t be scratched. Her pussy was a sweet, wet tunnel of heat, engulfing and squeezing his aching cock.

  Wanting more, Annie slipped her fingers between her swollen lips and found her throbbing clit. Her body responded with great enthusiasm, and she knew it wouldn’t take much stimulation to bring her to completion. She gasped as she rubbed her clit in little circles while Eric pounded her so hard the little cot moved, bit by bit, across the slippery linoleum.

  She felt her climax coming and bit her lip. Shuddering waves crashed over her again and again. Her pussy quivered around him, the little fluttering spasms threatening to take him over the edge, but not quite following through on their delicious promise. Eric groaned, grabbing her hips and pressing in, using the deep recesses of her pussy to massage the head of his cock, the sensitive tip exploring her deepest, softest parts.

  “Annie,” he whispered, and it was his warning again. He pulled out quickly, still throbbing and achingly hard.

  “I don’t want it to end,” he whispered, looking down at his cock resting between her wet lips.

  Annie looked up at him, her eyes glazed. She saw his cock, like a steadfast soldier reporting for duty, and she grasped it. He hissed through his teeth, shaking his head, but the more she tugged, the more he gave in. She loved teasing him, making him give, inch by inch, into the endless aching agony of pleasure that was steering them onward.

  “But I want you,” she insisted, sliding him back inside. He couldn’t seem to help himself—his tongue and lips went immediately to her nipples, sucking and licking, back and forth between them.

  Annie’s breath came quicker as she worked her hips under him. Eric was thrusting into her, helpless to stop, and she felt another building. She moved faster against him, twisting and rolling underneath his body as she felt the sensation swelling between her thighs. Her climax caught up with her and she shuddered, digging her nails into his back and biting his shoulder as she came.

  Eric winced, but he didn’t slow. She pulled him close, and he let her, his hips still rocking, moving in and out of her hot flesh.

  “I can’t stop it,” Eric whispered into her hair against her ear.

  “Don’t stop,” Annie whispered back.

  He was huge inside of her, thick and swollen and insistent. His cock took her places she never knew existed. Annie rocked with him, their motion slower now, a more gentle rhythm, but it was incessant, an endless dance. She never wanted it to end. They could do this until the world ended in a brilliant flash of light.

  “Oh god,” Eric murmured. “I can’t stand it.” Annie ran her hands down his back, up under his sweat dampened shirt. She slipped her hands down over his ass, feeling the muscles there working as he moved inside of her.

  “Don’t stop,” Annie begged him, meeting his easy thrusts with more eager ones, forcing him to sink deeper into her willing, wet flesh. “Don’t ever stop, Eric,” she whispered again, meeting his thrusts with her own, feeling another orgasm waiting in the recesses of her belly. “Please, make me come again…”

  He groaned, ramming his cock into her. The linoleum made little squeaking sounds under the legs of the cot as they rocked. They had already slid partway across the floor in their lust. He pushed himself up on his arms and rolled his hips, shoving himself deep into her. Annie nodded, her eyes half-closed, grabbing his biceps and digging her nails in, her thighs gripping him tight.

  “Yes,” she whispered, reaching her pinnacle and feeling herself being pushed off the edge. She was falling into it, her body quivering and shivering as she went, the world fading to black around the edges. There’s nothing better than this.

  Eric’s shaft throbbed with delicious release, and she felt him filling her, white hot waves of pleasure flooding her insides. Her body curled around him, wanting to keep him close. His breath was ragged in her ear as he kissed her cheek, her throat, and she gave a soft, shaky sigh.

  The sound of a door made them both jump and glance up in a panic.

  “Uh oh,” Annie whispered, and then giggled.

  Thankfully, it was the outer door, not the one to the room they occupied. Eric grinned and kissed the tip of her nose, rolling off her with a groan. They both started fumbling with their clothes, buttoning and straightening as quickly as they could.

  “Hey…” Eric’s eyes searched her face a
s he stood, tucking in his shirt. “That whole fainting thing…are you really okay?”

  She smiled, standing to tuck her blouse into her skirt. “Don’t I look okay?”

  “You look…” He pulled her to him, his eyes moving over her. “Fantastic…downright edible, actually…hmm, now there’s something I could do again…” His fingers edged the hemline of her skirt back up.

  “Now who’s incorrigible?” Annie laughed, slapping his hand away and sitting down on the cot.

  “All right, don’t make me get all serious,” he said with a wink.

  She smoothed her hair, finally meeting his eyes. “Do I look different to you?”

  He frowned, studying her face, and then nodded. “Now that you mention it…”

  “I’m pregnant, Eric.” She bit her lip, waiting for his reaction.

  He blinked, staring at her, and then sank down onto the cot beside her. “Well…I guess that explains the fainting!”

  “Is that all you have to say?” she pouted.

  He grinned. “Is it mine?”

  “You ass!” She shoved at him, but couldn’t help grinning back. “Why do you think I was looking for you?”

  Eric shrugged, trying to hide his smile. “My mother said it was because you wanted my money.”

  “Your mother—” Annie shook her head, looking for words. “Your mother is a piece of work! Do you have any idea?”

  He nodded, laughing. “Why do you think I don’t tell her where I am?”

  Annie snorted. “Well, I don’t blame you.”

  “You know—” Eric fingered the top button of her blouse, “—as a psychologist you’ve probably heard what they say…about men marrying women like their mothers…”

  Annie’s jaw dropped. “Very funny. I am nothing like your mother!”

  “No?” He winked, fingering her top button. “God, I can’t resist you…”

  “No!” she protested. “What if someone comes in?”

  “You weren’t worried about that five minutes ago.” He smiled. “Besides, I can turn out the light.”

  Annie stuck her tongue out. “I think I’d like to do everything with the lights on from now on.”

  “Sounds good to me.” He slid his hand over her blouse and cupped her breast. “My, you’ve really grown! I knew there was something different…”

  Annie flushed. “Eric!”

  He caressed her nipple, looking into her eyes. “So, does this mean I get to keep you?”

  “Do you want to keep me?” she whispered, shivering at his touch.

  “Yeah, sure, why not?” He smiled. “Well, wait a minute…do you cook? My roommate can make gourmet meals. If I’m gonna trade him in for you…”

  She laughed. “Sorry, babe, with me you only get boxed macaroni and cheese and hot dogs.”

  Polly opened the door and peered in at them. “Hey, good, you’re okay! Listen, I have to lock up for the day.”

  Eric nodded and waved to Polly as she poked her head back out the door. He made a face at Annie. “What about chicken pot pies? Can you make those?”

  “If you have a microwave,” Annie quipped. “Roommate? What’s this about a roommate?”

  Eric grinned. “I guess I’m gonna have to tell Herman you’re moving in.”

  “I’m moving in?” Annie was so stunned by that news that it took her a moment to realize what name he had spoken. When she made the connection, her eyes widened and something tightened in her belly. “Herman? Your roommate’s name is Herman?”

  “Yeah. He’s a great guy, you’ll love him.”

  Annie gulped. “Does he have a tattoo on his upper arm? Funny looking Greek characters?”

  Eric’s eyes widened. “Yeah…why, have you met?”

  “I think we have.” She smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. “It sure is a small world.”

  Eric helped her to stand. “Come on, beautiful, let’s go home.”

  “Are you really okay with the whole baby thing?” she asked, grabbing for his hand as they headed out the door and down the stairs.

  “Yes.” He pulled her to him, kissing her hard enough to bruise her flesh. His eyes were serious when he said, “I’m so glad you found me.”

  She gasped, holding onto him, and murmured into his neck. “I’m glad I looked.”

  “So…now we have to tell my mother.” He sounded amused.

  “And my sisters,” she added, following him down the stairs.

  He groaned. “Okay, that’s it, me and you under a dark table for the rest of our lives!”

  “I could live with that.”

  Annie felt a flutter in her belly as she pressed herself against him and kissed him fully in the daylight. They stood together like a beginning, the warm spring sun a gentle blessing on them both as they merged together in the doorway, ignoring the people passing by, lost in their finding of one another.

  The End

  ABOUT SELENA KITT

  Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!

  Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

  When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She does bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.

  Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)

  She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com

  Breathless

  By

  Cerys du Lys

  Breathless

  Sadie and Evan live in entirely different worlds. Brought together by fate, and held there by hope, can they bridge the gap dividing humanity, or will long held fears and prejudice force them apart forever?

  (A Cerys du Lys paranormal romance novel)

  Sadie is a normal girl. Or, she used to be.

  When catastrophe strikes, a military experiment meant to advance society sends the world into chaos and disarray instead. Those affected become lost and confused, cold and alone. Many give in to their new vicious urges, striking out against humanity for forcing them into this unwanted existence.

  Sadie is one of them, but she refuses to hurt people like they do. She won’t. Life is hard now, but there must be more, right? She can cope, she can…

  Does she even have a reason for living anymore, or is she just fooling herself?

  Evan is a normal guy. He was one, and he still is.

  While everyone acts as if this is the end of the world, he refuses to believe it. There’s always hope, always answers, and he’s determined to find them. Everyone says it’s pointless, that he’s risking too much, but even if he can help just one person…

  The world isn’t over, it needs guidance towards a new beginning, and Evan’s going to help it get there.

  When Sadie and Evan meet in this soulless, heartless, hopeless world, their lives are inadvertently and inextricably bound together by fate. He can’t actually like her, can he? She’s so much different. There’s no way for him to help her, is there? He doesn’t know where to start. They can’t stay together. They can’t…

  But what if they’re both willing to ignore their differences and just… try?

  Unfortunately, lif
e isn’t so simple. Amidst danger and disaster, deceit, treachery, and hate, it seems like the entire world is against them. Trapped, lost, alone, cold and isolated, betrayed and Breathless, can they overcome all obstacles and rescue not just themselves, but each other?

  Sweet, sensual, and alluring. This paranormal story of attraction and desire, suspense, danger, and fighting against the odds will captivate you, fascinate you, and leave you feeling spellbound.

  Soulless

  I am dead.

  This is how I feel, this is what I know, but a small part of me refuses to believe it. Wasn’t I alive just yesterday? I have a doctor’s appointment to go to next week and I need to leave a reminder for my office manager. He’s forgetful and even though I told him about this a month ago, he won’t remember.

  But, no, I don’t have a doctor’s appointment next week. That’s already past. It’s been four months, two weeks, and three days since the day I should’ve gone to the doctor. It was only a routine check up, anyways. Not absolutely necessary, but it would have provided peace of mind.

  My mind is anything but peaceful now. I don’t know if I still have one.

  *

  Five months ago I was sitting on my couch eating take-out Chinese and watching the news. I never knew why I enjoyed watching the news, but it seemed like the adult thing to do, you know? Granted, wearing my pajama pants with cartoon versions of cats and a grey athletic t-shirt didn’t help my illusion of adulthood. Nor did eating directly out of the lo mein carton with a pair of wooden chopsticks, but still. Sometimes it’s good to feel more adult, even if the rest of your life isn’t exactly there.

  There was a breakthrough announcement on the news that night, too. I remember them hyping it up at the beginning, saying it could change the face of humanity as we knew it. Dutifully, I watched through dull segments involving a local bake sale and a church’s outrage at a movie theatre refusing to remove a supposedly risque poster from their front lobby. Maybe I should’ve switched the channel, though.