101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Abigail kicked off her shoes so she could have better footing when she tried to pull him out of bed. Blake’s smile widened when he heard the soft thuds against the floor, knowing that she had gotten rid of her shoes and was probably getting rid of her jacket as he lay there waiting.

  He felt the cold of the air conditioning hit his feet, finding her at the foot of the bed through the slits of his eyes with his blanket clutched in her fists. She pulled at the soft material only for him to tighten his grip on it, almost making her fall over when it didn’t budge.

  “You are unbelievable,” she complained, marching to the side of the bed and looking down on him. She leaned down and reached for one of his pillows. “Get up,” she demanded, hitting his face with it.

  “Ow.”

  “Don’t make me pour a bucket of cold water on you,” she warned.

  “Five more minutes, please?” he whined, making a move to turn over to the other side. Gotcha, he thought, smirking when she leaned down to wrap a hand around his arm.

  In one swift move, Blake pulled Abigail down, her slender frame crashing against his. He laughed at her squeal of surprise, giving away that he had been faking it.

  “You jerk!” she said, punching him in the shoulder. “Stop fooling around and get up!”

  “See,” he started, a thoughtful look crossing his features. “In my head, I’m not fooling around and I’m actually very up.”

  Abigail’s cheeks flamed crimson when the meaning of his words sank in. Add the fact that she was lying on top of him while he was practically naked with his arms wrapped around her, and she had no chance at trying to hide it. Blake’s grin widened at her deep blush, even chuckling when she averted his gaze.

  “Will you please get serious?” she said, squirming in his embrace. “You’re gonna be late.”

  “To what?” he asked, acting clueless.

  “You have an important meeting in an hour,” she hurriedly reminded him. “And it’s across town! We’ll be lucky if we get there with a minute to spare but that’s only if you get a move on and get ready.”

  “The meeting with the reps from the Thompson Group, right?” he mused.

  She opened her mouth to speak but stopped short, noticing the gleam in his eyes. He was amused from what she could tell. “What are you hiding from me?” she asked suspiciously.

  Blake threw his head back in laughter before explaining what had happened the previous night, adding how not only did they cancel the meeting this morning but also how all they needed was for the papers to be drawn and signed for the deal to be a hundred percent in the bag.

  “I hate you so much right now,” Abigail grumbled, narrowing her eyes at him as he continued to laugh. She tried to push up off his chest, only to crash back down when he tightened his grip around her. “Can you let go?”

  “Nah, I kinda like you right where you are,” he replied. “Nice view, by the way.”

  She slapped his chest when she noticed him looking down her shirt. They had grown comfortable enough to be able to call each other friends but it was another thing to get teased from across the room as compared to being teased while his morning wood was pressed against her leg.

  She tried to break free from his grasp once again but he proved to be too strong and too stubborn to let go. “Come on,” she whined. “If you’re not doing anything today, that means I’m not needed and we can both have a day off.”

  “Who says you’re not needed?”

  Abigail tensed when she heard the low seductive tone, swallowing thickly when she felt one of his hands graze her thigh, slowly pushing her skirt higher. She raised her blue eyes to meet his green ones, left mesmerized at the lust she saw shining in them.

  “What are you doing, Blake?”

  “I think you know exactly what I’m doing.”

  “We can’t do this.”

  “Why not?”

  Her mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. She had no idea what to say and whatever reason she could think of, she knew he’d shoot down. And with how his hand was now massaging her inner thigh, she wasn’t really sure if she wanted him to stop.

  Her eyes fluttered shut when his hand moved to the apex of her thighs, one finger lazily tracing at her lace-covered mound.

  His eyes stayed focused on her face, waiting to see if she was going to snap out of her daze and slap him silly for overstepping his bounds. But nothing of the sort came; only a breathy sigh as his finger grazed her clit through her panties.

  Blake nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her sweet floral scent as he peppered kisses along the column of her throat, slowly making a path to her mouth. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, softly nibbling on the plump flesh, still waiting for her to react violently to his ministrations. To his surprise, Abigail made the move to deepen the kiss, cupping his head between both hands, her tongue darting out to trace at the seam of his lips. He parted his lips and allowed her to take control, her tongue delving into his mouth to battle with his own.

  She gasped when he pushed her panties to the side and sank a finger into her honeyed depths, what little control she did have easily being taken away.

  “We really shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.

  “I don’t see you trying to move away,” he pointed out. “And by the feel of you, I don’t think you want to.”

  She cursed mentally at how her body had betrayed her, her wetness making it apparent how turned on she actually was.

  “Just relax.”

  Abigail tried to protest again only for him to lean up and press his lips against hers. She gave in to the kiss and pushed her tongue past his parted lips. The hand between her legs started pumping faster, while the other ran up her neck and gripped at her hair. Pulling back gently, he broke the kiss only for his lips to find their way to her exposed neck. She moaned when he softly bit into the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

  Taking advantage of her distracted state, Blake rolled them over, pinning her down to the bed. She lay back on the soft mattress and let him do as he pleased, finding no energy to fight him off any longer.

  He started trailing a path of kisses down her body with one destination in mind. Her skirt rode up even higher as he pulled one leg over his shoulders. He settled between her thighs, his breath fanning against her center as he slipped a second finger into her. His eyes rose to meet hers as she leaned up on her elbows, teeth biting into her bottom lip as she waited in anticipation of what he was going to do next. He lowered his head, his tongue making one languid swipe at her wet folds to finally taste her, making her throw her head back in a moan.

  His expert ministrations had her close to coming undone with every lick, one hand entangling in his sleep-tousled hair when he started suckling on her clit, pressing herself further against his mouth. He moaned, the vibrations forcing her to fall back onto the bed as he continued his assault. He could feel her start to tighten around his fingers, prompting him to pump faster and suck harder. She thrashed her head from side to side at his unwavering pace, squealing when her orgasm ripped through.

  He lapped at her essence, taking in every drop she had to offer before moving away from her. “Take your clothes off,” he said evenly as he made his way to his bedside drawer.

  Abigail didn’t think twice about shedding her clothes. Already having crossed the line of professionalism, they might as well take it all the way.

  Blake watched intently as more and more of her skin was revealed. His mouth watered at the sight of her full breasts, the dusky pink nipples hardened into peaks. He licked his lips when she slowly pushed her skirt down her long legs, thinking back to just moments ago when his head was between them. His cock twitched, aching to bury himself within her and have those long legs wrapped around his waist.

  With that thought, he fished around in his dresser, producing a foil packet. He quickly took off his boxers and tore at the wrapper with his teeth. He was a bit startled when she suddenly appeared at his side, her dainty fingers pluckin
g the condom from his hand. Abigail sank to her knees and reached for his cock, her thumb swiping at the drop of pre-cum. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and a teasing smile on her lips before taking him in. He moaned at the feeling of her hot mouth around his manhood.

  But before he could lean back and enjoy what she was doing, she pulled away and slowly sheathed his cock with the condom in her hand.

  “Fucking tease,” he grumbled.

  She chuckled from low in her throat. “You can look at it like that,” she said, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Or you can look at it as me not being able to wait any longer for you to fuck me.”

  Blake lifted her off the ground in one swift move and dumped her on the bed. He crawled his way up her body, using his knees to force her legs apart as his lips lay kisses on every bit of skin they could reach. Without much warning, he thrust into her, a loud groan escaping her lips at the intrusion. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head, pinning them against the mattress, showing her just who was in control.

  Abigail lifted her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, forcing him to go deeper with each stroke. “So fucking good,” she moaned. “Harder.”

  He let go of her wrists, his hands travelling to the back of her knees to push her legs closer to her chest. “Keep your legs like that,” he commanded.

  With her opening herself up to him, he rose to his knees, his hands gripping at her hips as he gave her what she wanted. He picked up his pace, thrusting hard into her while pulling her hips against him, burying himself to the hilt every time. One hand left her waist and travelled down to her center, rubbing the sensitive nub to heighten her pleasure. Her moans spurred him on, pressing harder onto her clit to make her reach her climax.

  Abigail let out a loud moan as her second orgasm tore through her. Blake slowed down his pace as he let her ride the waves of pleasure, a soft moan of his own escaping his lips as he felt her walls spasm around his cock.

  He lifted his eyes to her when she grew quiet, furrowing his brows when he saw that her attention was elsewhere. Following the direction of her gaze, he growled.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked gruffly as he halted his movements.

  She turned her attention back to him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips when she noticed the frustration on his face. “Don’t be mad,” she said, pulling his body down to hers. “I was only trying to figure out how long it was gonna take you to make me cum again.”

  “Turn over and get on your knees.”

  Abigail bit down on her lip as she did what she was told. Blake smiled appreciatively when her ass wiggled in the air as she got comfortable.

  She giggled softly when she felt his knuckles graze her naked back. She had fully expected him to be rough as he had been moments ago instead of being tickled by his gentle touch. He crawled over behind her and leaned down, placing soft kisses along her spine. She turned her head to the side when he reached her neck, her mouth searching his. He slowly pushed into her as he deepened the kiss, her moan dying in his throat.

  He kept himself pressed against her back, his head nuzzling into her neck as he thrust in a slow and sensuous manner. Each stroke had him pulling out almost completely before pushing in inch by inch. It was sexier and intimate but not what she was hoping for.

  “Go faster.”

  “I think you’re forgetting who’s boss here,” he teased, his warm breath fanning against the column of her throat. “You don’t get to make the calls, sweetheart. Now be quiet and just enjoy it.”

  “Fuck, Bl –”

  She shrieked when his palm met her ass hard, the sound of the slap echoing around the room. “I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?”

  She started to speak again, but before she could even get a single word out, he slapped her ass again, harder than the first time. “You really want to be punished, don’t you?”

  Abigail smirked, realizing that she could use the new situation to her advantage. She rocked back on her knees, forcing him deeper into her, earning another hard slap. Her skin was starting to sting, knowing that there was an angry red welt where his palm had landed, but it was a pleasurable pain that she didn’t mind experiencing over and over again.

  He growled into her ear before pushing up off her. His hands travelled to her hips, holding them in a bruising grip. He pulled his cock back, keeping just the head inside her honeyed depths, before swiftly thrusting back in. He repeated the motion over and over, setting a hard and fast pace, just like she wanted. Her moans mingled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh as he pounded into her relentlessly.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Her only response came in the form of a guttural moan, no coherent thought able to form in her head. He reached a hand out to tangle in her hair and pulled hard, bringing her against his chest. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” she managed to cry out. “Fuck yes!”

  Blake let go of her hair to wrap his arm over her chest, keeping her flush against his body. He could feel his balls getting tighter, his orgasm drawing closer as he kept his frantic pace. He didn’t want to stop until she came again. His other hand left her hip and travelled down to her clit, rubbing circles against it in a frantic pace to bring her closer to her own climax.

  She arched her back, her ass pressing harder against his hips as he kept thrusting. The familiar feeling kept building up in her stomach, her toes curling in anticipation of what was to come.

  “Come on, baby,” he whispered hotly into her ear. “Cum for me.”

  A scream tore through Abigail’s throat as her orgasm washed over her, her body not getting any reprieve as he kept on his assault on her pussy with both his hand and his cock. Blake wasn’t too far behind with his own climax though. Her walls clamped down almost uncomfortably tight around him, milking him for what he was worth, emptying his seed into the condom. Their moans blended together as they rode the waves of pleasure, neither wanting to let go of the other just yet.

  He gently guided their bodies back down on the bed, a whimper escaping her lips when he pulled out of her completely. No words passed between them as they tried to catch their breaths, the ragged intakes of air being the only sounds that filled the room.

  “Holy fuck.”

  Blake chuckled lightly at the first words that left her mouth, more for the fact that he was thinking the very same thing.

  “You wanna tell me exactly why you haven’t tried to fuck me before today?”

  He snapped his head to the side to look at her. The question caught him a little by surprise, especially with how she attempted to tell him no earlier. He felt a surge of pride when he realized that it meant she was thoroughly satisfied, the look of bliss clear on her features.

  “Trust me,” he started. “I’ve fucked you many times over in my head. I was just waiting for the perfect time. ”

  “Your mother is gonna kill me when she finds out,” she mumbled.

  “Who says she will?” he asked. “And besides, you work for me now and not her.”

  “I guess it is my job as your assistant to assist you however you need it,” she quipped.

  “Damn right.”

  The two just lay in bed, a comfortable silence falling between them.

  Blake sat up all of a sudden, his hands moving to remove the condom he was still wearing. He stood up wordlessly and threw the used rubber in the trash bin and walked straight to his bathroom as Abigail looked on wordlessly. Thoughts began running through her head about how he had gotten what he wanted and how she was now just another one of the girls he had bedded and will soon forget. But before the feeling of shame could even settle in her chest, his head popped back out the door.

  “Do you wanna come in here and help me?” he asked with a smirk. “I’m gonna need a thorough washing.”

  A sly smile made its way onto her lips. “Whatever you say, Mister Pritchett,” she replied, getting off the bed and sauntering her way over to him. “I’m here to assist you in every way I can.”

 
; Private Seminar

  She sat on the plush couch, eyes wide as she scanned the expanse of the lobby. Having grown up in a small town in Texas, Carissa DuPont thought that being in New York was nothing but a wild dream. Yet there she was, sitting in the middle of the Hilton Times Square. Her green eyes shone with glee as she caught the hustle and bustle of the city through the window, head filling with hope that she would have even just a little bit of free time to look around.

  She let out a quiet sigh at the thought, knowing in the back of her mind that it would be damn near impossible for it to happen. She was in town for work, and not for fun. Her thoughts drifted to the schedule she had to stick with. Between manning the company booth at a convention and attending seminars that her boss thought she would learn a lot from, her waking hours were packed.