Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion

by Christina Mascaro

  “I don’t expect this big ‘hoorah’ of a thing just because we had sex together,” she slid off the bed, pulling her panties back on.

  Logan tipped her chin up, staring at her. “I expect you to be around for dinner later,” he winked at her, turning on his heel and leaving her cabin. Zoë watched the door close, sitting down on her couch. “You buy dinner…and I’ll supply dessert,” she murmured to herself.

  THE PERFECT DATE

  Jenny glanced around and saw that Aaron had removed his jacket and sat down on the couch, waiting for her. “I didn’t know you were going to wait for me,” she blushed. “I would have come back sooner and made it short,” she shrugged out of her coat and sat down next to him.

  “I didn’t know you wanted it to be over so soon. Besides, we haven’t had a chance to say goodnight.” Jenny gave a small smile, propping her head on her elbow, trying to figure him out.

  “I don’t get it,” she started, her eyes flickering between his lips and mouth to his hands. “Do you or don’t you want this?”

  Aaron was quiet and slow to respond. He pushed her hair away from her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek and down a trail across her neck to her collarbone. “Can’t we just let this go where it’s meant to go?” He leaned forward and kissed her neck, moving upward to suckle just under her jaw.

  Pleasure coursed through her chest and emanated down her arms. She tilted her head to the side, making it easier to ask for more. He didn’t deny her that, his tongue flicking out against the saltiness of her skin.

  “Jenny, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a girl more,” he slid his hands under her shirt, his fingers pinching at her nipples and grabbing at her mounds of flesh. He pressed forward, forcing her to lie back, and he pulled her shirt over her head. With her hands over her head, her breasts looked full and round, her lacy bra throwing a shadow on her hard nipples.

  Jenny wasn’t sure if it was the wine or Aaron, but the moment her shirt was off and he was staring at her, she felt a tightening in her belly, heat filling the space between her legs as she became light-headed. Her hands rested on his neck and ran over his shoulders, and her fingers wadded up his shirt, pulling it over his head. She let it slide to the floor and proceeded to wrap her arms around him.

  The feeling of his bare skin against hers was overwhelming. The first time they had made love it was fun; the second time she had an insatiable need that she wanted filled. It was like an addiction that she had tasted for the first time. Her hand ran down his shoulders and back, over his bare skin, her fingers kneading the muscles at his lower back.

  His mouth connected to her breasts, and his fingers pulled at her bra, pulling down the cups and flicking his tongue over the darkened nipples. Jenny sucked in her breath and arched against his lips. His fingers grazed over their hardness, pulling her bra down around her ribcage, scorching a trail of need down her sides to her hips.

  His kissing took on urgency, his breathing hard. Aaron looked at Jenny, her eyes shut, her lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with excitement. He reached down to unbutton her fly, peeling back her jeans. He pulled them off and reached for her gray panties, already moist between her thighs.

  His fingers brushed over the lacy edges and then pushed the panties to the side, his finger grazing and parting the soft lushness, running across the slick folds of her heat. Jenny lifted her hips and pushed up. Aaron pushed his lips over hers and his tongue swept into her mouth.

  “Do you mind being on the couch?” he asked her, pulling his pants off hurriedly. “I just don’t know if I can wait,” he collapsed on her, his knees spreading her thighs.

  “I just need you inside me,” she begged, her hand reaching for his arousal. Aaron groaned at her touch, her fingers stroking and encircling him. She wasn’t heavy handed or urgent, her touch was light, and his blood was coursing fast and hard, throbbing for release.

  He removed her hand and thrust himself inside of her, unable to go slower. Jenny shuddered and gasped, her arms squeezing him closer. Her knees squeezed and her legs wrapped around his waist, and she lifted her hips, determined to feel every inch of him.

  She could feel his length moving within her and she felt herself slipping fast. His muscles were clenched and taut as he held himself for her, and she could feel herself straining to hang onto herself.

  “Jenny, are you ready?” Aaron breathed raggedly, holding onto her hips. She buried her face in his chest, and ground her pelvis against his, nodding. He pressed his face into her neck and held her hips still. His breathing was hard, ragged, and she could barely tell whose heartbeat was going faster.

  His penis began to flex, warm and thick fluid draining from him, spilling inside of her.

  He pulled out and rolled out on his side, wedging himself between her body and the couch cushions. Her body was flushed, stretched out and beautiful with the musk of sex. He jumped off the couch and went to the bathroom. Jenny sat up, reaching for her panties. She picked up his clothing, putting it on the coffee table so they wouldn’t be a tromping ground for Ginger, her dog. He emerged, and Jenny glanced at his semi-erect shaft and his backside, which was toned and well muscled.

  “Do you want me to stay?” He asked her huskily, sitting down next to her. “Only if you want to,” she replied shyly, her cheeks burning.

  “That’s not what I asked,” he gave her a gentle kiss just below her earlobe. Jenny was embarrassed, but bit her lower lip.

  “Yes, I would like you to stay,” she answered, putting her hand on his bare knee. Aaron pulled her to her feet and led her to the bed, pulling back her covers and climbing into bed first. Jenny turned the television on for noise, and slid into bed next to him.

  Ginger jumped up, circled a few times, and tested the new bed friend, walking on Aaron’s legs. Aaron started laughing. “Let me guess, she shares the bed with you?” He nudged the dog to an empty spot.

  “Guilty,” she nodded. “She makes a pretty good bed mate,” she patted next to her, encouraging him to lie down. Aaron threw his arm around her, grinning. “That might be changing pretty soon,” he whispered into her ear.

  NEIGHBORS

  Jason walked her back to her little porch pausing, grabbing her waist and holding her still.

  “I had a great night,” he breathed, pushing her hair back from her face. She lifted her chin, staring into his eyes. Their blue-grayness sparkled with flirtation, and he closed his mouth over hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she lifted herself to her tippy- toes, answering his kiss. His lips slanted and urged hers open. She whimpered slightly, and when he heard her, Jason’s grip tightened, sliding down to her backside. “Do you want me to come in?” He whispered against her ear.

  Brooke felt her body fill with heat, her skin tingling. “I’m not sure,” her response was ragged. Jason’s loins tightened. He was trying hard to go slow and not be disappointed with her response. “I think so,” she closed her eyes.

  They let themselves into the cabin, and her dog bounded over to them.

  “Why don’t I take the dog out,” Jason offered softly against her cheek. She nodded. She watched Jason clip on his leash and as soon as they disappeared out the door, she rushed into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth as fast as she could, wiped her face clean and ran a brush through her hair. She topped off her efforts with a fresh application of strawberry lip-gloss.

  The door opened, and she washed her hands. She grabbed her dog a chewy for being so well behaved and Jason washed his hands as well. “Are you tired?” She asked him.

  “Not too tired. Are you?” He asked.

  “Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked, disappearing into the bedroom. He heard the television turn on. Hearing her in there, he began to take off his boots, leaving them by the front door. He glanced around. She kept the cabin immaculate, the floor was swept and the place barely looked lived in. He could trust walking around without his shoes.

  He walked into the bedroom and saw her getting ready t
o pull her dress off. He pulled her arms to her side and stopped her. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, but he sealed off her question with another kiss.

  His hands encircled her body and pulled on the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down and let her dress fall down to the floor. Her body immediately shivered with contact to the cold air. He ran his hands over her gooseflesh, hugging her close. His mouth planted kisses over her shoulders and down her arms. He lifted her arms and kissed the inside of her elbows.

  Brooke’s eyes were watching his every move, her eyes darkening with arousal. She reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. When she had it open, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her pink lips kissing his hard chest. Her fingers brushed over his skin, toned and tan. She reached for his belt, and when she unzipped his jeans, he helped her push them down to the floor, stepping out of them.

  Jason helped her stand and grabbed her hips, lifting her to the edge of the bed. He pressed his body forward and she lay back on the bed. Holding his weight above her, he started at her neck and began to move down between her breasts, ending at her panty line. He glanced up at her and saw her eyes were closed. He moved upward, kissing her cheek.

  Brooke’s eyes fluttered open, and she touched his face, her fingertip tracing his lips. He pushed her farther back on the bed and wedged himself between her legs. She wrapped a leg around his, her arms hooking around his body and hugging him close.

  He gently pulled away from her grasp and lifted his body and slowly pulled her panties off, moving next to her bra and unhooking that as well. He discarded them to the side, the palms of his hands running over breasts. He felt the nipple harden under his palm, and he kissed her neck, his mouth gently pulling and sucking on the flesh.

  Brooke’s lips parted and she let out a small gasp. She felt like she couldn’t get enough of him. Her body felt conflicting emotional states. She felt so full and heavy, and yet at the same time she felt empty and taut.

  Jason pressed his bare chest against hers, his arousal getting stronger as he pressed his naked body against hers. His hips were nestled between her thighs, and her touch against his backside made him instinctively push into her. When her body lifted against his, her hips responding to him, his arousal became tighter and harder.

  Still, he held back. He wanted her to be absolutely ready and on the edge. His hand gently covered her mound and palmed gently. He could feel her, damp and hot against his fingers. Her breath was heavy and short, and by the way her hands ran over his body, he could tell she was ready.

  He gently slid a finger through her crease, sliding his fingers outward to her inner thighs. And then, he slowly entered her, giving her time to accept him. He was still for a moment, pushed deeper, and withdrew. He pushed into her again, slowly, groaning.

  It was like sweet, white-hot agony trying not to fulfill his needs. But he could see by her facial expression that this was about her. Her legs came around his, her thighs clutching his body.

  Her mouth opened with a moan, and he kissed her, his tongue dancing inside her mouth. She lifted and pushed her hips in time with each one of his thrusts, her hands running through his hair. She cupped his face; her fingers came over his neck and down his shoulders and back. Brooke’s hands cupped his bottom and pulled him tighter against the joining of her thighs.

  Jason’s mouth went down to her collarbone. He could feel his groin tightening and getting tense. Her body rubbing against his, her tight sheath squeezing at his arousal was leaving his mind scattered and unable to concentrate on anything else besides orgasm.

  “More,” she breathed softly. Jason answered, his momentum building. “Jason, I need more,” she begged. His pace quickened, as he grew harder inside her. His breathing was quick, harsh, and he knew he wouldn’t last.

  The heat had built inside of her, and all at once it had exploded. She felt her limbs go weak and she cried out, holding onto him. Jason gave a hard push and let himself go.

  They lay on the top of the bed, their chests rising and falling hard, their limbs tangled around each other. Jason buried his face in her neck as he regained himself and his energy. He felt took weak to move, and he didn’t want to.

  Brooke lay underneath him, her eyes closed. “Was it okay?” She asked, needing reassurance. Jason pushed his weight up on his arms, staring down at her. She opened her eyes and stared into his, looking for her answer.

  “Brooke.” He stopped short. “You were wonderful. You, your body, your beauty.” He kissed her softly. “You could never be bad at this,” he assured her. He lifted off her, pulling the covers back for the both of them. He pulled them back over her body, and rolled over, his arm encircling her body, pressing up against her.

  Brooke snuggled down into the covers, secretly smiling to herself when Jason’s grip around her tightened. She started to fall asleep, and could barely hear him when he whispered into her ear.

  “I don’t want to go to bed just yet. Still not tired.”

  Brooke glanced over at him and shook her head and smiled.

  ALL BROKE UP

  Closing his eyes, he remembered their last bed romping session. It was before he had left to drop off horses. In the middle of the night while he was sleeping, Amber had reached over to stroke his thigh, her fingers moving under the blankets until she had found the opening to his boxers. She had stroked him and petted him until he was hard and woke up, feeling like he was dreaming. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming about having sex with her, or if he was really awake, throbbing hard.

  His arousal was aching as he groped for her, trying to kiss every inch of her until his lips could find hers. His hands were pushing her top up and then his thumbs were pushing her panties past her knees as his tongue swirled over knees and thighs. His lips touched her hips and he kissed his way up her side, to her ribcage, to the underside of her breasts. She gave a small gasp and sucked in her breath, feeling ticklish.

  Embarrassed, she pulled the blankets over them, creating a sex furnace. He pulled the panties off her legs and he settled his hips in between her thighs, his fingers gently spreading her open. He stroked her a few times; his fingers moist and glistening, and she stuck her hand between them, massaging him, her fingertips grazing over his belly.

  His muscles had clenched in response, and he pushed himself inside of her, feeling her slick heat envelope him. He didn’t want to move it felt so exquisite, but as he withdrew and pushed into her again, it was as if the pleasure kept doubling over.

  When she lifted her legs and raised her hips up to meet his thrusts, he could feel his control ebbing. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer when her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms pulled on his shoulders. She wasn’t a vocalist in bed, so when he heard her moan, her lips parting as her breathing quickened, his stamina felt renewed, and he thrusted harder and deeper.

  He felt her body tighten against him and he closed his eyes. He buried himself inside her and let himself go, his body going slack.

  Ian recalled the spent feeling. It was moments like that he wanted to beg her to stay with him, but he wasn’t sure if it was lust talking or true companionship. Remembering being nestled comfortably inside her body, Ian’s eyes fluttered open with a silent and inward groan. He turned his head to the right. It was only ten thirty. He turned his head to the left. Amber was dead to the world and he was again, hard as a rock.

  That’s what you get for thinking that way. He stared at the ceiling of the room.

  Sleep eventually overcame him when he stopped looking at the clock. It seemed that every hour on the hour he woke up, the infomercial on the television increasing his irritation, and the clock reminding him that he couldn’t sleep.

  Ian finally succumbed at around four in the morning, finally giving in and his brain taking a breather. He didn’t awake again until around ten when he felt a warm body snuggling up against his groin and wet hair invade his pillow space. He pushed the damp strands away and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body tight
against him, her round bottom wiggling and rubbing his partial hard-on.

  Ian ignored her, his eyes closed and his brain half turned off as he continued to doze half in and half out of sleep. The more he felt her body curl inside of his cocoon, the harder he got. He silently prayed his arousal would go away. He didn’t know if he could turn two down without having to go into the bathroom to relieve himself.

  She squirmed, and his hand reached up under her t-shirt, his palm cupping her left breast. He played with its weight, its softness filling his hand. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and it slowly shriveled and hardened. He brushed over it again; intrigued by its new shape, entertained by the fact that he had that affect on her.

  She scooted closer into him, pushing him between the crease in her legs, holding him captive. Ian bit his lip, trying not to thrust into her. Her body was so hot and moist; he could feel her through her panties.

  “Are you awake?” He whispered into her ear, kissing her neck. Amber nodded. “You took a shower,” he ran his hand over her shoulder and down her side.

  “Yeah. I got up an hour ago,” she murmured sleepily.

  “How did you sleep?” He kissed between her shoulder blades, and then back up toward her chin.