Donut Go Breaking My Heart

by Felicia Fox

  His hands reached for me, moving to the hem of my shirt. He lifted it up and off me. His eyes were full of emerald fire as he looked at my bare breasts. The advantages of small breasts, less clothing to take off. He gently pulled the hair band from my hair and it tumbled down in ebony waves to cover me with a thick blanket of scent from the shampoo that perfumed it. There was a hitching in his breath that was better than any worded compliment I had ever been given.

  His fingers reached out and I arched to his touch, impatient to finally feel the warmth of his hands on my skin. I sighed in relief as his hands held me while his thumbs moved in slow circles around the budded peak. He bent his head and I felt the warmth of his mouth envelop first the right and then left nipple. My hands cradled his head. My finger twining around the silky, tawny locks.

  When Cian stepped back, I felt bereft without his touch and reached to pull him back to me. Instead, I watched him as he pulled his shirt off and I was struck absolutely speechless. My eyes traveled from his broad shoulders down into his thickly muscled pectorals. His arms were corded just as beautifully, and I knew that he could hold me up for the fucking I had done nothing but daydreamed about. Though this was not that time, I knew the potential for it was there and I couldn’t wait.

  My gaze traveled over his abdomen where the light trail of hair led to my ultimate destination. I could see the thick blunt head of his hardened member peeking out from the waistband of his jeans and couldn’t decide if I was tantalized or a little fearful of what that thick length could do to me. I licked my lips as I saw the beaded moisture at the tip and wanted to taste him.

  “Aine,” he groaned. “I can feel your eyes on my cock and it is driving me to want to rush this and there is still so much I want to do before my dick comes near you.”

  “We can do all of that next time.” My voice was a sultry purr and belatedly, I realized I let him know that I wanted more than this one time. I almost feared his reaction but if anything, it seemed to make his eyes blaze brighter.

  “You are going to unman me with your eyes and words alone. Now be good because I have dreamt of the taste of you and it will be hard enough not to spill myself all over your floor when I have your pussy in my mouth and my fingers as deep inside of you as I can get. Next time, I’ll fuck your mouth.”

  My thighs quivered at his confession of wanting my taste because I knew exactly what he felt. I spent so much time imagining what it would be like to feel the pulsing of velvet-covered steel stroking in and out of my mouth. Beads of precum to hint and the full-bodied flavor of him. But it was his agreement that there would be a next time that sealed the deal for me.

  His fingers were nimble and quick as he released the button of my jeans. Pulling the pants and underwear down in one swift movement had my heart accelerated so hard you had to see the blood pulsing through my veins. He removed my shoes and my pants easily dropped to the floor before him.

  He lifted one foot at a time, removing my sock and placing each foot on the table. Opening my thighs wide and exposing me to the heat of his gaze. I had a moment of self-consciousness that melted away with just one tender caress of his index finger against the length of my vagina. From the pearl of my clit to the opening of my pussy, he ran that one finger down, collecting the arousal. His eyes never leaving mine, I watched him suck his finger into his mouth.

  I moaned “Oh, Cian. More, please. More.”

  When I heard the deep growl of pleasure in his throat from swallowing my flavor, my head fell back, unable to take much more. Then he was doing what he had said he wanted to do last night. He devoured me. His tongue fucked me and left not one centimeter untouched by the slick ministrations of his mouth. I could feel the warmth that started low in my body tightening my pussy as it began to contract.

  Right on the precipice of fulfilling this bodily need, Cian pulled away. He fucking pulled away. I was so god damn disgruntled by it I almost went to grab his head and hold him there until I was done. My body was shivering, practically weeping for the relief of his mouth and fingers working me again.

  When I looked at him, really looked at him, I noticed how swollen, red, and slick his lips were from my arousal. I looked down and noticed his pants were already down around his ankles and his throbbing length was hard and beaded with precum. He stroked himself in long, caressing pulls. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him. My hand just circling him, I squeezed, and watched as it made his body tense. His hand covered mine and together we stroked the hot length of his cock from base to tip collecting the salty beads against my palm and moving in tight, cupping, circles around the head.

  He reached behind me and pulled a foil packet he must have set there while I was occupied by the skill of his lips. I watched him roll the condom on. My legs were still splayed open for him and he set the tip of his cock against the opening of me and thrusted inside me with one slow, torturous move. Taking the breath from me only to make room for his cock inside.

  He moved once, twice, three times, with measured movement. My hands grabbing on to the solid globes of his ass so that I could coax him into giving me more. When I finally was being driven absolutely mad with the need for him to take me back to that edge, he gave it to me. Thrusting his cock into me hard and fast, my body tightened and my pussy contracted, releasing more arousal onto his cock. It increased the slick, wet sound of his pounding with each end stroke.

  My quickening came on like a tide rising and falling. My orgasm crashed through me like a flash flood of fire through my limbs. I saw nothing but blackout bliss until my body became slack and sated. He continued his relentless rhythm as he sought out his own pleasure after ensuring mine. Finally, when he released himself inside me, did he still. The only movement was our labored breathing and our body’s trembling from the force of our coming together. When I looked into his face and saw his eyes were lambent pools in shades of seafoam green, I knew I wanted to be the one to put that look into his eyes as many times as I could.

  The both of us stayed like that for a few moments longer, enjoying the peace. It was a companionable silence and one I was loath to lose, but I needed to put my clothes on and lock up the shop, praying that no one came in while Cian and I were otherwise occupied.

  We stood, helping each other dress quickly, and we both walked into the front of the shop where he helped me finish cleaning up. I wondered what he was thinking and every time we caught each other looking at the other, there was a cheesy giddiness to each glance.

  “Cian, can you flip the sign and lock for me?”

  “Sure. What is it you’re doing over there?”

  I looked at the notepad before me. This was the only thing that could bring me down from the current high I rode. “Oh, I’m writing a note I need to hang on the door.”

  “Do you mind if I ask? Is it the reason you were so sad yesterday?” He was so damn inquisitive, but he would definitely find out tomorrow if he tried to come in for his usual and the Glory Hole was closed down.

  “No, I don’t mind. Um…I’m losing the Glory Hole.”

  “I’m so sorry, Aine.” There was sympathy in his tone. I had told him so many times over the course of our time getting to know each other how much this place meant to me.

  “Me, too.”

  “Aine, how would you feel about opening your little shop inside the hotel that I am working on?”

  “I don’t know. Wouldn’t that be a little like dating the boss?”

  “I have it on good authority that dating the boss would not interfere at all.” There was a wicked glint in his eyes and then the look turned serious, “What do you have to lose, Aine?”

  “How about I say, I’ll think about it over dinner.”

  “Depends on who is cooking,” he stated as we made our way out back, his hand at the small of my back as I turn off the lights as we go by them.

  “You, of course. You have cooking skills you have bragged about numerous times.” I teased him, but he looked pleased as punch that I was challenging him t
o it. Maybe he was just happy that I was no longer fighting him and giving in to the potential of what this could be. I found that I was ready to see where it would take us, too.

  “Deal!”

  “Deal.”

  Continue with a sneak peek of the first chapter of Vixen .

  Vixen

  by Felicia Fox

  It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.

  Antoine Rivarol

  Chapter 1

  If eye fucking were a sport, I would win the gold.

  It was Wednesday and I was at the gym, getting my sweat on. No, it was not from running on the treadmill, either. Okay, okay, maybe that’s where about fifty percent of it came from.

  January first rolled back around and I, Lola Anabelle Marks, at the tender age of thirty, did the stereotypical ‘New Year, New Me’ fad - which I have been doing for the last five years, I made the resolution to get my ass to a gym.

  Fast forward four months and you’ll see the new me. Five-foot-eight with long, dark auburn hair pulled back, soaked in sweat. My ivory skin splotchy and red from exertion. My hazel eyes had that hungry look because I was hungry.

  I was down fifteen pounds now and my curves had never looked better. Yes, I’m graced with curves and I love them. My larger-than-average breasts and bubble butt turn heads, and in a good way. It is all in how you showcase your assets. By wearing clothes that actually fit right, you can rock anything. But none of that described my current dilemma.

  The other fifty percent of my sweaty suffering was from the massive crush I harbored on the woman in front of me. Yes, I was suffering. The only way I found to alleviate the pressure was when I was at home, in the shower, in bed, on the sofa. Yeah. I’m sure you get the picture. If you didn’t, I would have to charge admission for the show.

  My god, I was sweating fucking buckets. I looked like something the dog dragged in from a salty rain storm. There my vixen was, working that bike like she had somewhere to be. I should have thanked her for the motivation to come. I mean, come to the gym. She is the whole reason I still come, really. I’m including my orgasm this time.

  I watched her tight ass as she bent over the handles of the bike. She was pushing herself, harder and faster. Her movements made me so hot I was practically panting. Fuck! My heart rate sped up. I was embarrassed to have visual and audile confirmation from the monitor on the treadmill as it beeped at me.

  I groaned internally. A bead of sweat slipped down her neck and it made my pussy ache as I followed it with my eyes. What I wouldn’t have given to follow it with my tongue. I was a walking bundle of sexual nerves whenever I went to the gym.

  She was about average height, maybe five-four or so. Ebony-colored hair, long and loosely braided back out of her face. Her skin was luscious mocha. Once again, I wanted to lick her. Maybe see if she tasted like my favorite salty caramel chocolate. The way the candy warmed as it melts in my mouth mmm…. Fuck!

  Now I was wet, so very slippery wet. I was sure that by the end of this little cardio session, I’d have flooded my panties. Oh, and there went another drop of sweat. It went down her back this time, giving me a new path for my eyes to peruse. I wanted to follow it with my tongue, lick and nip at her, as the bead of moisture slid down her spine. Grrrr… I needed to get laid, bad.

  There she went, climbing off the recumbent bike. I could tell you exactly what she would do now with my eyes closed. I would much rather watch and I did. She bent over and she stretched. That’s right stretch those hamstrings. Grab those ankles. Yikes…

  I shook my head at how I just perved myself out. This was so sad. My vixen turned suddenly and looked in my direction. Crap! I think she caught me. The impish smile on her face made it pretty obvious that she saw me eye fucking her.

  Wow! My vixen’s bedroom eyes were a sexy, smoldering amber. Her soft, pouty lips were perfect for sinking my teeth into. I wanted her so bad that I vibrated in anxiousness. She turned her smoldering gaze in another direction. I finally let loose the breath I hadn’t known I was holding.

  My vixen walked away to work on other machines, releasing me from the gravitational pull of her lovely eyes. God! The humiliation… I think it was time for me to take off. I had already embarrassed myself enough with the staring. I still had a client I needed to meet on the very outskirts of town. I would be working for a couple who had moved here from New Orleans, Louisiana.

  I headed to the locker room and grabbed my belongings. The showers should be pretty vacant, and I needed to wash the stink off. I lost myself in thought for a moment, thinking over what I needed for my clients today.

  I’m one of many Professional Organizers here in San Francisco. My job is to help people reclaim their lives from clutter, and I love it. Everything has a place and I will damn well show them where that is, but first, a shower was in order, since I was meeting with my new, ‘potential’ clients, I should say. I hadn’t landed the job yet, but I knew it was mine. I’m awesome when it comes to working relationships.

  Being that it was so late in the day, I had to shower at the gym. It wasn’t a pleasant idea. I really needed to take the edge off from watching Little Miss Vixen on the damn bike. She was made to peel lycra and spandex off of. Today was no exception. Tight, black, short shorts and a neon green sports top had clung to her like a second skin. Crap, I need to get out of here. I didn’t even know her name, and that was probably a good thing. I wouldn’t want anyone reporting back to her that I had been screaming it a bit too often at night. Come on, Lola, get it together.

  I started to disrobe by the locker, putting my sweaty, stinky clothes into its designated laundry bag and grabbed my towels. This gym had locker room style showers so they were stall-less. It was a good thing I loved my curves and that the gym is pretty empty around this time. Situations like this have the markings of awkward written all over it.

  I turned the single nozzle and blasted the water to get some heat going. Stepping under the warm spray, I started to soap my hair and body as quickly as possible before I gave into the temptation of some self-love in a public place.

  Turning around, I tipped my head back to rinse. I opened my eyes and found that I was not alone. There, just across the way, stood my Vixen. She was completely nude, as in no clothes, as in holy fuck I’m going to cream just looking at her. Oh god, stop staring, Lola.

  I couldn’t stop sweeping my eyes over her delectable body. My jaw was unhinged to fall about chest level at the beauty before me. Bountiful breasts tipped with dark nipples. They reminded me of tiny chocolate truffles. Like the ones that would melt in my mouth as they sat on my tongue. Her body was curved and toned, but it was her sex that held my attention. She was shaved smooth, unhindered by any hair. I was ready to drop to my knees and worship her pretty pussy.

  My vixen smirked at me. Her visual perusal of my body was just as through as mine. God, it was almost tangible. Everywhere her amber colored eyes touched made me feel like it was her fingers that were skimming over my flesh instead of her gaze.

  When her sultry eyes meet mine, they were heated. If anyone has ever had someone with bedroom eyes give you that sexy ass stare, you also know what it could do to you. That look now had me one good twirl on my clit away from coming. Man, she gave even better eye fucking than I.

  “Um… Hi,” I stuttered out, trying to break the spell she had put on me with just her presence.

  She walked my way and stood directly in front of me. Oh shit! Don’t attack her, don’t kiss her, don’t lick her, and don’t find out if she tastes like melted salty caramel chocolate.

  “Hi…” she said in a sweet southern accent. Fuck! It was the first time I had ever heard her speak. I’m a goner for sure now. That voice.

  “Hi…” I responded back, again. I mentally rolled my eyes at how my linguistic skills were on point today.

  Her drawl in just that one word seriously did me in. Now that I had what she would sound like when she moaned in my head, I had become incredibly lusty. I prayed she w
ouldn’t notice how my nipples beaded. My skin goose bumped over and I had to squeeze my thighs together, all over one simple word.

  “I thought it was fair that I’m able to take a gander at what you have going on,” she said with her sultry southern drawl. My vixen stood on her tip-toes and leaned in. Her warm flesh was pressed against mine.

  “I want what I see. I want those gorgeous tits over-flowing in my hands. I want your smooth and creamy skin under my tongue. I bet you taste good everywhere. Mind if I take a sample, something small to tease my palate?”

  Oh god yes! I groaned in my head, but I couldn’t spit it out so I just nodded. She leaned in and I waited for the press of her lips against my own. A kiss was what I had been expecting. Instead of her lips touching mine, I only felt the heat of her breath against my mouth.

  I almost jumped when I felt her finger against my slick sex. Back and forth she glided it, collecting the moisture. A moan unintentionally fell from my lips. She slipped her finger inside my pussy as deep as the digit could go. She didn’t pump the digit in and out of the sheath of my sex. She held still and it was even more erotically torturous.

  Pulling her finger out of me, she stepped away. My vixen took the digit she had buried deep inside my pussy and put it in her mouth. Oh my! She sucked and licked her way around that finger. She closed her eyes, as if to savor my taste. My knees went weak and my sex flooded even more when she opened them to reveal something primal and instinctive. I was ready to be devoured right then without a care to who may be watching. Jesus, how much more of this can I take? I was so freaking close to begging.

  “That tasted even better than I’ve imagined it would,” she sighed and walked off to one of the other shower heads.