Irresistible

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  I couldn’t speak. His tongue slid over my shoulder blade, and then his teeth closed around a tender section of my skin. He kept repeating this action, a soft lick followed by a sharp snap of pain as he bit down upon me. I gasped and sighed every time he bit me, a deep thrust of his cock joining each moment of sensational pain. My body and brain were overloaded, like I was experiencing a tiny short circuit each time I felt his mouth leaving its mark on my body. He stopped long enough to whisper in my ear, his cock still moving inside me as he spoke.

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  His voice was rough as he asked; my voice had nearly left me altogether, but somehow I managed a response.

  “Yes. Oh, god, yes. This is what I wanted.”

  He gripped my brown, silky curls and pulled my head back hard. A shudder ran through me and his mouth approached my neck, his lips sliding up and down the curve from my ear to my shoulder.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes. More.”

  I couldn’t say any more; the only things leaving my lips were sighs and moans. I felt his pelvis hit my ass, his cock inside me as deep as it would go. He held us both still, his mouth hovering close to me, his breath hot and moist on my skin. The stillness was overwhelming, but I just waited for him to do it. After I took two more deep, shaky inhales, I felt it. The pain was so pointed, so focused, it took several moments for it to radiate down and all around my body. As the pain spread out in waves, he began fucking me again, adding thick pleasure on top of the ache. When his teeth released, the endorphins they left behind went straight to my pussy, pushing me so close to the edge. His mouth moved down a few inches on my neck and repeated the process, the second bite slightly harder than the first. I rode back against him, delight and agony warring inside me, so much sensation I could barely stand it. My moans were getting louder and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Ben’s voice was muffled, his lips vibrating against my skin.

  “I want you to come, baby. Come all over my cock.”

  I opened my mouth to answer, but I was cut off, not by words but by another sucking bite from Ben. I screamed—in joy, in pain, in ecstasy I never thought was possible. My body couldn’t take any more stimulation; my pussy was contracting hard around his cock. My head flew back, my orgasmic moans and screams bouncing off the cheaply plastered walls. He was pounding me with more fury and force than even my recent fantasies had allowed. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back, my own body hot and sticky. His heavy chest collapsed against me and my knees gave way, leaving only my elbows to hold us both up on the bed. His teeth sank into my shoulder gently as the last quakes rumbled through both of us.

  We lay in the bed, staring up at the water-stained ceiling, our cooling bodies covered by the rough hotel sheet. The clock next to us indicated that we would soon be late, but neither of us seemed eager to move. His hand reached out and turned me toward him, his lips covering mine before I could say a thing. When he pulled back, I looked into his smiling eyes and winced a bit as he ran a thumb along the line of bite marks he had just left on me. I didn’t mean to say it, but my mouth opened before I could stop it.

  “Ouch!!”

  Ben laughed, and I knew exactly what he was going to say.

  “What do you mean, ‘ouch’? I thought you said you weren’t going to be a baby about it, like I was. Remember?”

  Getting out of bed, I looked around for my clothes, reluctantly leaving the comfort of his arms. I met his eyes and couldn’t help but smile as the words came to my lips.

  “Bite me, Ben.”

  SAFE FOR WORK

  A. M. Hartnett

  It started with a text message: I want to be fucked.

  As soon as Denise sent it, she went to the window and used two fingers to pry apart the slats in the venetian blinds.

  Rex was standing by the truck with his cousin, Frankie. They had just gotten back from moving a three-bedroom house from one end of town to the other. Her husband looked no different today than he did any other day. His reddish-brown hair was licked by the wind. His beard was trimmed neatly around his full lips. His sunglasses covered his brown eyes. A plain gray T-shirt bearing the words M&B MOVING in block letters on the back and his name across the right breast in the front hugged his big upper body.

  He wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t that he was ugly. No, he had great lines that reminded her of something out of a book on Greek mythology she’d had as a kid: straight nose, square jaw, wide forehead. He looked hard. His arms were so inked it looked like he was wearing flesh-colored gloves. His skin had been a tapestry he had kept covering with an assortment of images that ranged from the grotesque to the racy to the beautiful. Rex was about as straight and narrow as they came, but he looked like a badass and that just did things to Denise.

  She stifled a giggle as she watched him reach for his phone. Aside from a slight crease between his eyes, Rex didn’t register any reaction when he looked at the screen. He slipped the phone back into the holster and carried on his conversation with Frankie.

  Denise stamped her foot. “God damn.”

  She went back to the desk and set the phone to voice mail. She took her cell and went down a narrow hall that smelled like fresh paint, into an office that was crammed with used office furniture but still tidy.

  Like the reception area, Rex’s office faced the driveway. She could see him through the window. He hadn’t budged.

  “God damn.”

  She sank onto the seat of his ancient green desk chair and parted her legs. Camera poised at her crotch, she reached down, pulled aside her panties and took a picture. She wobbled as she righted herself and then flopped down into the chair.

  A few seconds later the word SENT appeared on her screen. She rolled the chair to the window and craned her neck. They had moved. She could see Frankie, but only part of Rex. She could see the holster where his phone hung from his hip.

  He placed his hand over the holster, but instead of pulling it out and looking at it, he simply leaned against the truck and continued his conversation.

  “God damn!”

  She always did have a thing for Rex. For the first year after she’d taken the job at M&B, he’d been a married man. Well, a separated man headed for a divorce. The second year he’d had a girlfriend that no one in the office had liked. On the day that marked her third anniversary working for him, he’d taken her to dinner and that was that: she’d been awake until almost two o’clock in the morning with Rex sprawled and panting beneath her. They’d gotten married six months later.

  As on fire as he was for her out of the office, once nine o’clock came, he was all business. Today was no different. He wore a smirk and his gaze followed her whenever she crossed his path. As he’d been leaving for the job he’d just returned from, she had reached out and touched his arm. He’d just grinned and said, “Later.”

  It was enough encouragement for Denise, but as far as she was concerned “later” had come and gone. It was past the lunch hour. She was dying for him, and he was doing a hell of a job making “later” stretch for hours.

  The second she heard an engine start, she shot up and bolted down the hall. She walked into the front office just as Rex came through the door.

  He held up his hand as he yanked off his sunglasses with the other. “Don’t get too excited yet. Frankie’s coming back in.”

  She sat on the edge of her desk and watched while he strode to the water cooler and filled a plastic cup. “You get my picture?”

  He waited until he had drained the cup before he answered her. “I did, and we’ll take care of that problem in a few minutes. Just go back into my office and wait for me. I’ll be right there.”

  Anticipation coiled in her belly as she spun on her heel and returned to his office. She heard Frankie’s voice, heard the bathroom door click shut, heard Rex’s heavy footsteps coming down the hall. He locked the door behind him and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

  Denise chuckled. “I don’t get a ki
ss?”

  “Mmm-mmm. This is better.” He shoved his hands beneath her pink T-shirt. “I’ve been thinking about your nice tits all day. I almost ducked into this lady’s nice bathroom to jerk off.”

  “It’s a wonder you can get it up at all. You got less sleep than I did.”

  “I got enough.”

  He worked the cotton cups of her bra down and rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers until they hardened. Denise pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth as stinging licks of electricity raced through her body and throbbed between her legs.

  He nuzzled against her ear. “Now I’m thinking about bending you over that desk, yanking down your panties and fucking you as good as I fucked you this morning.”

  His words bled through her as he pressed his thigh between her legs. In an instant she was simmering just beneath the surface.

  She let her weight drop onto his hard thigh and shimmied back and forth, gathering heat through the layers of denim between them.

  Rex groaned and pushed forward until the edge of the desk cut into her thighs.

  “I’m not letting you fuck me with Frankie in the can,” she said, but she wasn’t entirely sure she meant it. Giggling, Denise flattened her hands against the surface.

  “He’ll be gone soon.”

  He flicked his thumbs across her nipples. Denise bit down on her tongue to hold in the moan that leapt to the back of her throat. She tried to squirm around but he wedged her against the desk. The sound of the toilet flushing jarred her but she nonetheless worked with him, wriggling as he shoved her skirt to her waist.

  He slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed his knobby fingers against the damp swath of fabric covering her pussy. “I won’t fuck you until he’s gone. I’ll just play with you for a little bit.”

  As he rubbed her through her panties, Denise sucked in a deep breath and stared straight ahead at the hideous woodland print tacked onto the wood paneling behind the desk. Back and forth, back and forth, he traced the indentation of her pussy.

  “Listen,” he murmured. Beyond the silence of the office she could hear drawers opening and closing, keys jangling and Frankie’s heavy footfall.

  “Thank god,” she said in a puff of breath, then sucked it back in a few seconds later when there was a rap at the door.

  “Rex, you want anything?” Frankie called from the other side.

  “Naw, I’ve got everything I need,” he called, his voice even and betraying nothing.

  He crooked his finger against her clit and pushed down. Denise hissed through her teeth and pushed down on the desk. As heat pooled in her belly, she moved with him and rode the hand that worked her.

  The moment the door slammed, he shoved her panties to her knees. She heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper and the snap of latex. Palms flat, ass up, Denise held her breath as the thick head stretched her.

  His first thrust seemed to take forever. With every inch, Denise curled her toes inside her shoes and curled her fingers on the desk. When he’d given her the whole hot length, he let out a low groan and clamped his hands on her hips.

  A ripple of heat scurried through her abdomen. The muscles of her cunt clenched around his dick. Impatience bubbled up her throat and frothed at the tip of her tongue. Rex drew back so quickly she gasped from the sudden emptiness.

  By the time she heard the crunch of gravel under Frankie’s tires, Rex had started pumping her. Denise rocked on the balls of her feet to meet him as he dragged her backward and forward. The edge of the desk cut into the tops of her thighs and delivered a jab of pain each time he shoved deep.

  “Close your legs a little,” he said in a low voice that ran through her like a belt of whiskey. “I wanna feel you squeezing on me.”

  She did as he told her and moaned as he slowly gave her every inch. The thick head passed over her G-spot. At the same moment, he reached around her. Denise’s legs started to turn to jelly as two fingers played with her clit.

  “There. Right there,” she said breathlessly. His fingers lingered where she was most sensitive, rubbing and smearing her juices around her swollen clit.

  A small but powerful ripple went through her as he worked her. Her nails scraped the worn surface of the desk as she gripped the edge. Rex’s other hand moved from her hip to the center of her back. He pushed down until her bare tits were squashed against the surface of the desk.

  She went up on her toes as he pulled back. A quick intake of breath preceded the deep thrust that jolted her. The muscles in her feet, along her calves and in her abs went taut as she resisted the urge to push him off, but he bucked against her and pushed her down against the desk. His grumbling laugh surrounded her, thrilling her as much as the fucking did.

  The coarse hairs on his belly rubbed against her ass, the friction making the skin hot. As if seeing into her brain like an X-ray, Rex unfurled his fist and his palm came down on her right cheek in a loud slap.

  Denise pushed up. He pushed back. It was just a mockery of resistance, enough to set off that click inside that amplified the pressure of his body against hers, inside hers.

  She pushed again, this time to get him deeper. He didn’t say anything more but she could still feel his words running through her, bumping the ridges of her spine and popping in her blood. His feet were planted against hers, holding her open. One hand remained on her ass above the hot splotch of heat where he had smacked her.

  “I know how much you like dirty. That’s what I’m gonna give you all night.”

  He withdrew until she was merely corked. For just a moment, the absence of his hot length throbbing inside left her shaking. She felt the energy around her surge and sucked in a breath, and then it hit. Rex reared against her, pumping deep and hard.

  The scent of lemon cleanser permeated from the varnished wood just inches from her nose. Her vision was limited to the ratty moss-colored chair on the other side of the desk. There was little else to do but take it, just as she knew he intended it and just as she wanted it. Her breath spurted out in shallow bursts that coincided with every pass over her G-spot. Finally a moan broke through and just kept coming. The desk beneath her wobbled and groaned. All around her was the breathless melody that exploded from both of them.

  Denise’s climax slammed into her, bursting outward and filling her with liquid heat. The muscles in the backs of her thighs and in her calves seized as her cunt spasmed around his dick. An amalgam of filthy words erupted from her husband as his dick pulsed and he emptied into the tip of the condom.

  “Oh.” She breathed the word out and rested her hot cheek against the cool desktop.

  A similar sound gurgled from the back of Rex’s throat as she continued to throb around his cock. She felt him losing steam like a kettle taken off the burner. The weight of his body increased as he sagged down, until his forehead rested against her back. She closed her eyes and let exhaustion take over.

  A few minutes later Denise was vaguely aware of his movements behind her. His hands moved to her hips and squeezed down while he pushed himself upright and pulled out.

  She was too lethargic to move, so she simply propped herself up on her forearms and watched him amble around the desk to toss the condom into the wastebasket. He yanked his jeans up to his hips and then sank into the chair.

  Still panting a little, he sprawled back with a lazy grin. “That was worth the hard-on I had all day.” He cocked his head and his smirk widened. “You look fucked half to death.”

  “That’s how I feel.” She struggled upright and looked around the office. Though it had felt like the room was shaking while Rex had been fucking her, everything was still intact. “I’ll be right back.”

  A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. Rex was behind his desk, feet on the surface, hands behind his head with his elbows stuck out. He grinned as she wiggled back into the room, still adjusting her panties. “Is this part of some new diet you have going? Skip lunch and burn off the calories another way?”

  She shoo
k her head, then leaned against the doorjamb and fluttered her lashes at him. “I’m starving now. Can you go get something from the machine?”

  “Wait a second.” He stood and walked toward her. His hands were warm on her hips. “I think we need to talk about what just happened here.”

  “Do we? I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome.” With one hand she lifted the flaps of his shirt up to his belly button, and with the other she stroked the trail of hair she found. “Don’t even think about giving me the work-is-work and home-is-home speech. I’ll just find another job, but I’ll only be sending you nasty messages and pictures from across town. Then what are you going to do?”

  His large hand rested on her ass, the heat bleeding through her skirt for a moment before he tugged one side up and gave the elastic in her panties a snap. He pressed her against the doorjamb. “You ever been fucked in the back of a moving truck?”

  Denise felt a fresh surge of wanting as his gaze honed in on her lips. She ran her tongue across the upper and said, “God damn.”

  REPAINT THE NIGHT

  Janine Ashbless

  Let’s go out, Callum,” I say. “I want to go walk in the hayfield.”

  Callum lifts his eyes from the road map, which he’s been using to work out our route home. It’s our last night in the farm cottage and we’re in the middle of packing our bags. “You’re kidding me.”

  “No.”

  His eyes widen. His eyebrows were once blond, now gray; either way they’re nearly invisible. His face is growing more inscrutable as the years perversely refuse to line it. “Are you… sure?”