Smut Alfresco

by Lucy Felthouse

  Slowly, gently, careful not to hurt me, Sky worked a finger inside my arse. It felt strange and tight but incredibly dirty and unexpectedly good. I lolled against the tree, my eyes closed, aware of nothing but his confident touch and the pounding of my racing pulse.

  “Easy now, okay?” His finger slid out, leaving me suddenly empty but the next second something else was pressing gently but insistently where it had been. I stiffened, thinking it was his cock, but it was cool and too small. “I’m guessing you’ve never tried one of these babies,” he said, the catch in his voice betraying his state of arousal as what I now realised was a butt plug probed my slick arsehole.

  “Fuck!” With a neat popping sensation, it was inside me. I held my breath as he eased it slowly the rest of the way in, feeling its solid presence against the wall of my cunt as my internal muscles danced against it in a frenzy of excitement.

  “Okay, baby?”

  I nodded, my whole consciousness centred on what was going on between my legs. He tapped his finger lightly on it, sending a shuddering vibration up inside me. I cried out as I tumbled through what felt like a million new, mind-blowing sensations. He stood up and curved his body against mine, pressing himself between my legs, pushing against my arse as his hands slid along my arms to stroke my manacled wrists. My swollen pussy jangled with an urgent need to be filled and fucked and I pushed into him, not quite stifling a shriek of pleasure as the end of the butt plug caught his jeans and sent a tremor rocketing through me.

  “Shit! Fuck! That’s good!”

  Sky’s usually skilful fingers fumbled as they released the cuffs. He turned me, this time pressing my back into the tree, and at last unbuttoned his jeans. His cock rose, pale and promising in the speckled sunlight and his blue eyes grinned into mine. In one move, my bra and vest were over my head and his warm lips were dancing from nipple to nipple.

  I reached down and closed my fingers around his broad cock, gasping at just how rock-hard it had grown, although it wasn’t really any surprise to discover that Sky liked to play dirty.

  “Touch yourself,” he murmured, taking my other hand and guiding it between my legs, speaking with his mouth full yet again as my nipples clamoured for his attention.

  I pressed my fingers against my clit, increasing my grip on his cock. Tentatively, very aware of the pressure inside my arse, I slid them back and forth a couple of times, mirroring my action with the hand on his cock. He groaned as loudly as I did and reached down to still my hand. I could tell he was close to the edge and that a few more strokes like that could send him spurting into oblivion, which evidently wasn’t the plan. He reached for my other hand and guided my fingers up inside my cunt. My body arched and bucked as my fingers wedged in the tight, slippery passage, separated by what felt like only a skein of fine silk from the bulk of the butt plug.

  “Fuck!” I gasped on one of the longest breaths I’d ever taken. “Fuck!”

  “Yes?” Sky’s tongue grazed my lips. “You want to fuck now?”

  “Yes! Oh, yes!”

  He guided m down onto the rug and laid me carefully on my back before kneeling between my thighs.

  “I’ll take it easy,” he promised me. “Just say if you want me to stop.”

  The head of his cock felt huge as he penetrated me and pushed his way oh-so-slowly inside. I gasped with every inch, my eyes rolling back in my head as he filled my newly tight cunt. The sensations sent me spinning, spiralling out of reality to a place where there was nothing but building pleasure. He moved his hips, the gentlest thrust imaginable and, my body took over. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his arse, pulling him into me, fuller and tighter. He rocked inside me, his hands on my face, smoothing my hair, tracing the line of my lips as my breath came faster and the pinprick of orgasm needled.

  “Let go, baby! I can’t hold on much longer!” Sky’s pupils were huge, his beautiful face drawn into a mask of pure concentration. I didn’t make him wait. I threw back my arms and arched against him again and again until wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through me and my animal cries were carried away on the summer breeze for anyone to hear. Sky was right behind me, thrusting his shaft into my spasming cunt again and again as his joyfully triumphant shouts ricocheted from tree to tree.

  “What next?” Sky rolled the rug and stuffed it inside the backpack. “Afternoon tea? There’s a café not far down the lane from here.”

  I stood carefully still against the silver birch, smiling to myself. Afternoon tea sounded tame compared to what we’d been doing.

  He swung the bag over his shoulder and held out a hand to me. “You up for it?”

  “Sure. Have you got everything?”

  He scanned the ground to check and then slung an arm around my shoulders and led me out of the wood. Every step was a vibrating echo of the orgasm I’d just had and I didn’t know how I was going to make it as far as the café. Sky reached down and gently squeezed my arse, stopping me in my tracks. I reached up to kiss him, wondering how long it would take for him to remember the butt plug.

  “I hope the café isn’t too crowded,” I grinned. This little walk in the country had already proved to be much more exciting than I’d imagined and I had a feeling things were about to get even more interesting…

  Private Hideaway

  By Wendi Zwaduk

  Chapter One

  “Why are we camping again?” Zoe folded her arms and propped her feet on the dashboard of the Jeep and watched the traffic blur by. She stole glances at Torin and hid her grin. Behind the wheel of her jacked up Jeep, he looked sexy. Hell, the man oozed sex just walking into a room. Things were still shaky between them, but he’d dropped his rock star persona since they’d begun living together again.

  But life wasn’t normal. Far from it.

  “We are camping to hide from the paparazzi.” Torin drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel. “They’ve probably got a tracking device on your Jeep, but I don’t give a shit. We’re going somewhere they won’t expect and it’s going to be peaceful.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  Zoe allowed the smirk. Trust Torin to keep everything on the down low. He understood her need for privacy despite his crazy touring schedule and overzealous fan base.

  “This,” Torin said and brought the vehicle to a halt, “is where we are going. Shady Mills Campground.” He drove down the gravel drive. Maple tree branches swatted the sides of the Jeep. The scent of the wild flowers drifted in the front windows. The driveway seemed to last forever.

  “Where is the campground?” Zoe tugged her sunglasses off her face and assessed the landscape. “I don’t see anything but trees.”

  “That’s the beauty of the plan.” Torin rounded another corner and the drive widened. Knots of camping vehicles dotted the landscape. A store offered ice cream and various other supplies, while the pool water shimmered in the bright sunlight. Off to the right, a gigantic pond glimmered. More maple trees lined the drive paths.

  “I don’t see anyone. It’s the middle of July. Someone has to be here.” She sat on the edge of her seat. “Come on, Torin. These places are usually teeming with people. What’s up?”

  “There are people.” Torin stopped the Jeep and pulled out a map. “But they aren’t here right now.” He pointed to a red circle on the map. “Sixty-five. Remember that number.”

  “Why?”

  “That,” he inched the Jeep forward, “is our lot number.” Torin drove down the winding path to a secluded area of the campground. No other campers or vehicles were visible. He pulled into a gravel path next to a log cabin. Bright orange mums and daisies blossomed in front of the weathered grey building. “There. We’re off the grid. Kind of.” He whipped out a set of keys. “These are the keys to our private hideaway. No one will bother us because no one knows we’re here. We’ve got a dock and a whole open field down the hill a little ways. Plus, I have a surprise for you.”

  Zoe rolled her eyes. They we
re standing on front of a wooden cottage in the middle of a deserted campground. What possible surprises could he have up his sleeve?

  Torin slipped out of the vehicle and walked out of her line of sight. Within moments, he returned with a huge bouquet of roses. “These are for you, my love.”

  “Thank you.” She buried her face in the sweet crimson blossoms. “You know how much I love these.” Zoe wrapped her free arm around his waist. “Question. How do you know we won’t be interrupted? We’ve had the paparazzi on our tails for the last six months.”

  “I know and I’m sorry.” Torin offered his hand. “I want to go for a walk.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. Zoe melted into his touch, threading her arms around his neck. His tongue tangled with hers. Torin hoisted her off the packed earth, then carried her into the cabin. The door slapped on the wall and the crack vibrated the tiny building. His footsteps thumped on the hardwood floor. A large bed, clad in fresh white sheets sat in the corner of the quaint room.

  “Perfect.” Torin crossed the room to the bed. “I can’t wait.” He smoothed her skirt out of the way, then grabbed the strings at the sides of her panties. “Need you, babe.”

  Zoe shivered as the fabric fell away from her body. Her pussy creamed and she gasped under his inspection. She scooted up on the bed, her legs spread wide for her lover. Torin groaned and unzipped his jeans. The denim, along with his boxer shorts slipped from his narrow hips and revealed the toned muscles of his legs. His cock pointed to her like a beacon and the blunt head shone with pre-cum.

  “Fuck, this won’t be long.” Torin climbed between her thighs, then tapped his erection on her clit. The move turned her insides to jelly and electrical sparks fizzled in her veins. She hooked her legs around his waist and eased him into her pussy.

  “Yeah, babe. Like that. Tight and so fucking wet.” Torin gripped her hips, pushing himself inside her to the hilt. He moved within her, massaging her pussy with every inch of his cock. “Fuck.”

  His voice echoed in the camper. A lock of his hair slipped over his brow. Torin’s brows knotted and his eyelids drooped. His smooth thrusts turned frantic and his balls slapped her ass. He shoved one hand up under her tank top and palmed her breast. Her nipple pebbled under his touch. She squeezed her cunt around his dick, holding him inside her. Her heart pounded and she gasped for breath.

  “This isn’t going to last,” he bit out and slammed into her. Sweat glistened on his neck and his cheeks glowed a bright pink. His eyes blazed.

  Deep in her belly, the first tingles of orgasm hit. She writhed beneath Torin, grasping at him to bring him closer. He’d been her only true love, the man she dreamt about, fantasised about. The one she wanted for all times.

  His growl ripped through her thoughts. “Fuck. Can’t wait.” His thrusts turned feral and his panting filled the air. He nudged her higher up on the mattress, then rested on his knees and hand. Each thrust rocked her to her core. Torin kept his gaze fixed on her, then released his grasp on her breast.

  “Come with me,” he panted. “Come for me, love.”

  Until he gave her the command, she hadn’t realised she’d been holding in her climax. Zoe arched her back and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. She dug her nails into his shoulders, despite his T-shirt, and closed her eyes. The tingles turned into a full blown tidal wave of lust and desire in her veins. She cried out and her entire body tensed.

  “Fuck.” Torin’s voice rang out in the small building. He pushed hard into her cunt, then collapsed on top of her. After a few moments, their breathing slowed to normal and Torin pulled out of her.

  Zoe opened her eyes and a flash popped over his shoulder. “Was that?” She didn’t finish her sentence. Torin had told her no one knew they were there. Had to be a fluke or post sex glow or something.

  He plopped onto the bed beside her and grinned. “What?”

  “I thought I saw something flash behind you, but it couldn’t be. We’re alone out here, right?”

  “Yes, and I can’t get enough of you, babe.” He stroked her hair. “Never enough. Don’t worry about everyone else. We’re out here to have fun and relax.”

  “I liked it.” She tangled her legs with his, then climbed on top of him. “Frenzied is one of your best riffs.”

  “Anything that makes you smile is my best riff.” He kissed her. One hand palmed her bottom while the other remained threaded in her hair. “Can’t wait to play some of my new music for you.”

  “Is that part of the surprise? An ultra secluded place to unveil your new record or something?”

  “This weekend is going to be so much more. Just wait and see.”

  Chapter Two

  “You scramble my brain, love.” Torin patted Zoe’s ass, then smoothed her skirt back into place. He’d ruined her panties in the heat of passion, but he didn’t care. “We were supposed to do that outside.” But if she’d seen an actual paparazzo outside, taking their picture, he wasn’t so sure he wanted them out in the open.

  “By that, I assume you mean sex.” She inched onto the bed beside him and propped herself up on her elbow. “I don’t know. It was frenzied and hot. My favourite kind of sex.”

  “Mine, too.” Torin stood and tugged his jeans back up his legs. There was so much for them to do, so many things to explore. He brushed off the worry. “How about that walk?” Then he could scope out the landscape for himself.

  “A walk? Won’t you - we be spotted?” She righted her tank top, then slid off the bed. Her ebony hair stuck out in tangles from her ponytail and her dark makeup smudged beneath her eyes. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman than the one standing before him.

  “Or is that part of your grand plan? Hiding in plain sight?” She wound her arms around his torso. “Hmm? The record company paid for us to do this so they can sponsor some sort of ‘find Torin and win his latest record’ contest?”

  Damn. She knew the bigwigs at the label pretty damn well. “Remember how you told me you wanted to get away from everything and start new?” He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. “You wanted to run off into the wilderness and fuck like rabbits without the worry of being caught?”

  “I do. I wanted time with you where someone wasn’t watching us.” She kissed his neck, raking her teeth over his carotid artery and kicking his desire for her up a notch. Torin situated his growing erection between her thighs and continued to hold her close.

  “I debated how to bring your suggestion to fruition. Taking off in the jet means the assholes from the tabloids will follow. But a cottage in a campground? They’d never expect me to hang out here, too low scale for a rock and roll type. They’d want me by the beaches in Cali or something. I wanted to make your wish come true. Tommy said he’d camped here as a kid, so we checked it out. The more we hung out here, the more I liked it.”

  “Makes sense.” She leaned back in his arms. A lock of the green streak in her hair slipped over her eyes. “I never expected you to be the camping type, though.”

  “Yes and no. The cottage is just a rental for the weekend - no strings if I don’t really get the camping bug. I’m not a camping nut but if being out here makes you happy, it’s worth it.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “But I didn’t stop there. We’re alone out here, I promise.” He cupped her face in both hands. “No one, save for Rocco and Mikey knows we’re here and they only know because they’ve been doing surveillance. There’s no one within a twenty mile radius of us. So whatever the flash was, no one will bother us. Promise.”

  “Two promises in one. Nice.” She tugged on his belt loops. “We can screw on the picnic table if we want?”

  “Better yet, we can do that, then christen the boat, too.”

  “Torin, that’s the best plan I’ve heard in a long time.” She waved her hand. “Wait, you bought a boat, too?”

  “Tommy’s. He brought it here ahead of time. Set her up at the dock just down the hill. I can get us out
to the middle of the lake for some sex on the water.” He offered his hand. “Want to take a walk?”

  “I’m not wearing any panties.” She clutched the edges of her frayed skirt. “Isn’t that illegal or something?”

  “Who will notice?”

  Zoe shrugged and stepped into her canvas shoes. “I’m game.” She strolled away from the bed, then outside onto the porch.

  Torin patted his pocket, then followed her out of the cabin. He scoped the landscape, then grinned. No paparazzi, no nosy people wanting to make money off him. He’d finally found a place outside their apartment where no one would watch them. No intruders, no cameras waited for them to leave the building or snapped photos from a distance of them on the balcony. Just peace and quiet. He picked up the picnic basket he’d secreted by the door.

  “Ready?” He held up the basket. “I even brought snacks.”

  Zoe walked beside him in silence, their fingers linked. Birds chirped and wind rustled through the trees. Speckles of sunlight dotted the packed earth path. “This is really nice.”

  “Yeah?” Torin led her off the main part of the path to a secluded grassy meadow. Daisies in yellow and white swayed in a thick blanket before them.

  “Torin.” She let go of his hand and rushed into the middle of the field. “I love this.”

  “I thought you might.” He dropped the basket, then wrapped his arms around her from behind. The breeze caught her skirt and bared her ass to him. “Talk about perfect opportunity,” he murmured to himself. He held her tight to his groin. “Ever made love amongst the daisies?”

  “Never.” Zoe ground her ass into his crotch. “Want to show me how it’s done?”

  “Yes.” Torin let go of her, then spread out the blanket. He settled on his back with his arms open. “Come here.” He fished in his pocket for the silk necktie he’d brought along. “Hands.”