Firecracker Gone Astray - Firecracker #2 (Erotic Romance)

by Megan Flint

  Erik squeezed her ass, supported her weight in both hands, and began to really start fucking her now. Trixie couldn’t hold back any longer. This was the Erik she craved. The one who took charge and asserted his power. Her face flushed with color. Each thrust ignited a deep sting within her cunt that only grew with intensity. She gave over to his monstrous strength and was even aroused by it. He would have his way with her and there was nothing she could to do stop him. She was his, unable and unwilling to escape. She came quickly.

  Trixie was still building to her detonation, but that didn’t stop her from releasing in tremors that fired up through her spine. She trembled and coated Erik in nectar, wailing during each flutter. It wouldn’t be long now before Trixie found out if he was truly okay with her gushing orgasm. Strangely, she felt more cavalier about it than ever before. If Erik couldn’t handle it, she knew somebody else who could.

  4. Perched on a Pedestal

  Trixie slowly rose off Erik, savoring his cock as she dismounted. He was still extremely erect. His member was swollen and ruddy from vigorous use. As Trixie placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, she wanted nothing more than to take him up again. She was only a little spent and not even close to being done with him yet.

  “You’re being selfish, Trixie, said, “And here I gave you such a nice apology.”

  “There’s nothing to apologize for,” Erik insisted.

  “Sure, sure. Your kind always acts like nothing ever gets under their skin. I know better.”

  Trixie grabbed Erik’s wrists and mock pulled him onto his feet. She had no hope of actually lifting him off the ground, but Erik got the idea and stood up. She lead them behind the freestanding wall and stood in front of him. Trixie grabbed the neck of a shower head, arched her spine backwards, and flashed an eye back at Erik over a shoulder through her disheveled hair.

  “Care to give a girl another go around?”

  Erik didn’t have to be asked twice. He was no less horned now then when they started, no doubt from all the holding back he was doing. Trixie would put an end to that. Erik put his hands on her backside. Each one practically enveloped her hips. Trixie spread her legs apart, knowing full well what was coming. She could spread her lips further apart in this position. Larger men could always take her more easily from behind.

  Erik had to keep his knees bent to reach her cleft with his organ, but made the effort regardless. He spread her open and easily found his way up inside her still dripping gash. Trixie braced herself, gripping the shower head more firmly, and pushed back along his stem, fully accepting him inside. She was still loose from before.

  “You have NO idea how good that feels.”

  He started slowly at first, but couldn’t hold back for long, not when she was this willing. Trixie guessed that Erik probably couldn’t cut loose with most women. She was not only big enough, but a little incidental pain was nothing compared to how breathtaking it felt to be filled with his member.

  There was something utterly primal about taking so much cock, like this is what a man was supposed to feel like. She couldn’t explain it, but being pummeled from behind by Erik, whose body eclipsed hers in every way that mattered, was authentically primitive, and fundamentally right. She wanted more. She wanted to explode with heat and come to show her appreciation. That’s when Erik started to labor behind her. She saw the problem right away.

  He had to keep his legs bent in order to thrust evenly and make up for the difference in their height. Erik had managed to maintain the position for a while now, but it was doubtlessly awkward. That wouldn’t do. She couldn’t have him waning now. Trixie grabbed the top of the shower wall and hauled herself up. Erik, seeing what she was doing, stood up until her arms rested on top, suspending her own weight. She stretched back with her legs and wrapped them around his sides, gripping him between her thighs. Erik immediately grabbed her knees to offer support. It wasn’t an easy position to maintain, but nothing worth doing ever was. At least Trixie had flexibility and core strength to make it possible these days.

  “Gods Trixie, you’re so amazing.”

  Erik seemed to unhinge. She had him and he had her, exactly where they wanted each other. Trixie braced herself as his powerful thrusts drove more easily up her mound. She gripped the top of the shower wall, bracing against the onslaught of his lust. Her breasts smacked against the wall, adding to the symphony of their carnal delight.

  “Take me you hairy brute. Fuck me like the slut I am with your glorious cock.”

  That did it. Erik was gone, grunting and snorting in his own prehistoric reverie. He couldn’t hear anything she said after that, completely lost inside her. Trixie could feel her own detonation building. It began as a tiny spark in the depths of her cave, igniting the fuse that would set her off. The heat of that burning cord traveled outwards in all direction at once, immolating everything in its path, raising the temperature across her skin. Trixie would ride that feeling until her mind went blank. Erik was either going to falter after she exploded or release like Cy did. This was a trial by fire. She hoped he would catch her as she fell.

  “Will the slut be much longer?” a female voice asked.

  No sooner had fuse been lit, than it was extinguished.

  Trixie looked up over the wall. A tall blonde woman stood in the doorway dressed in a nipply sports bra and spandex shorts. Her camel toe couldn’t have been more apparent if her shorts were painted on. She was cut, more than Trixie, with abdominal muscles that only hundreds of crunches every day could make possible. The women held a set of keys.

  Erik was too far gone to notice the arrival of this woman. He didn’t stop driving Trixie from behind and she didn’t have the heart to interrupt him.

  “Hard to say,” she said, shamelessly smiling, “The slut is kind of busy right now.”

  Trixie thought about how ridiculous she must look, bobbing up and down above the shower wall as Erik pounded against her ass. She kind of loved his horny abandon right now.

  “Does the owner know you’re taking advantage of his facilities?” the woman asked tersely.

  Erik chose that moment to swell and release. Trixie gasped loudly as her nethers had to accommodate him, widening beyond any previous stretching. She opened one eye, wincing, and held up a single finger to the woman, begging a moment. The gesture seemed to incense the woman further.

  “Am I bothering you?” she said.

  “Do you have to ask?” Trixie snapped back.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do,” the woman rudely pursued.

  Trixie grabbed the shower wall more firmly as Erik discharged in one torrential outpouring of come. She couldn’t breath until it stopped, but even as he slowed, Erik continued spurting mammoth pulses of jism. She could feel the back flow escaping out her slit and splattering onto her back with each concussive thrust.

  “Well the is owner kind of busy filling my snatch with spunk at the moment,” Trixie said contemptuously, ”so if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave.”

  Vanessa let out a gasp of indignation.

  “What did you think I was doing up here?”

  Trixie was denied her favorite orgasm. She had no problem letting this woman know exactly how frustrated that made her feel.

  “I… I’m sure I don’t…” the woman stammered.

  Erik stopped abruptly, seemingly in possession of his senses again.

  “Vanessa?”

  The blonde turned ashen. “Erik?” she said tentatively.

  “Could you wait outside in the class room. I’d appreciate it,” he said curtly.

  Trixie closed her eyes, smiled, and nodded in agreement that she should probably do that. Vanessa huffed and stalked away Her spandex shorts couldn’t have climbed more up the crack of her ass if they tried. Trixie was starting to form a more accurate picture of what was going on.

  “Help me down?” she asked Erik. He immediately lifted her off his still throbbing organ, and alighted her on the ground as if she floated there
. Trixie turned to look up at him, his spunk streaming down her legs. She reached under his slackening erection and fondled the taut sack that she found there.

  “Did we leave any behind? It felt like your entire army laid siege to me,” she said while making lively eye contact with him. She was prepared to completely ignore their interruption.

  “You’re shameless Trixie. You didn’t have to taunt Vanessa like that,” Erik said with an admonishing tone that she didn’t believe for a second.

  She bit her lower lip and switched to stroking his still slick cock with two hands.

  “Who? The blonde? I barely noticed she was here. I was too busy getting exquisitely fucked.”

  “That blonde is my business partner.”

  “Well, I didn’t think she was your girlfriend, but I’m not sure she sees it that way. Something tells me she was expecting to find you here alone.”

  Erik lifted her hands off his equipment, but she could tell he was enjoying the attention. “You’re making it hard for me to think straight.”

  “Good.” She reached up to his thick neck and pulled him down into a kiss. When their lips parted she whispered in his ear.

  “You felt delicious splashing around inside me.”

  His whole body bristled for a moment, but then he stood up straight again.

  “I have to deal with--”

  “Your business partner with benefits?” Trixie finished.

  Erik turned red. He didn’t deny it, confirming her suspicions.

  “I completely understand,” she smiled, “I did just show up out of the blue after all.”

  “Be that as it may, you still deserve an explanation.”

  “You don’t owe me anything Erik, but I’m sure Vanessa would appreciate an explanation,” she suggested.

  “Will you at least wait for me?” he asked.

  “Isn’t that how we got caught in the first place?” she teased.

  Erik raised his eyebrow at her seriously. He was waiting for an actual answer. Trixie considered the situation.

  “Tell you what, I’ll wait until I’m done taking a shower and then walk out the same way I came in, minus the baggy clothes.”

  “I suppose that’s all I can ask of you?” he asked.

  “It is,” Trixie confirmed, lightly slapping his stubbly face. Erik probably shaved this morning, she thought, and he already had a five o’clock shadow.

  Erik donned his compression shirt and shorts without so much as even spritzing and then walked through to the class room. Vanessa was going to smell her sex all over him. That wasn’t going to make his business partner happy, but she didn’t stop him.

  Trixie came out from behind the tiled wall and started to shower on the other side. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about over the water and didn’t care to be honest, but she did watch them talking. The change room door lined up with the shower entrance perfectly.

  They were standing by the entranceway, not yelling, but Vanessa did look back in her direction on several occasions. Trixie made sure she was visible, buoyantly flopping around under the warm water. The two of them created a fitness center with unisex facilities after all. Far be it from Trixie not to take advantage of such open-minded design. They were still talking when she finally made her way towards the front entrance, now dried off and dressed. Vanessa gave her an assessing stare down the slope of her perfect nose as she entered.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting. The shower is all yours,” Trixie told Erik before shifting to Vanessa. “I hope the two of you managed to work everything out.”

  “We’re still talking,” Vanessa answered dryly.

  “Fair enough,” Trixie turned back to Erik, “I really should get going. A woman can only delay for so long.”

  “Let me walk you out,” he offered.

  “No, you stay here. We’ll talk later.”

  She smiled at him and collected her mat and baggy clothes, bending over at the hips so he could take one last admiring look at her curvaceous backside. He indulged. Trixie breezed past Vanessa and walked over to Erik again.

  “Sign me up for that boot camp next weekend. I’ll check my schedule to see if I can make it or not.”

  Cyril wouldn’t be back until the weekend after next. Trixie knew that she would be free, but wanted to create suspense in this moment.

  “We still have some catching up to do,” she added.

  Trixie winked at him. Erik blushed. She turned to face Vanessa one last time.

  “Perhaps I’ll see you there as well?”

  Vanessa narrowed her eyes. “I’m looking forward to it, but I won’t get my hopes up,” she said caustically.

  A challenge. Vanessa was a wildcat. Trixie could see Erik shift uncomfortably out of the corner of her eyes. The two woman eyed each other silently, each comfortable in their own skin. Trixie, tone and voluptuous where it counts. Vanessa, tight and utterly devoid of fat.

  “It’s been a pleasure Vanessa,” Trixie said, breaking the tension.

  “I can’t say it’s been the same for me,” Vanessa quipped.

  Trixie was kind of hoping she would say something like that. She could tell Erik was immediately disappointed by her lack of tact. Europeans were like that.

  Trixie nodded, spun on her sneakers with a squeak, and strutted out the door, content that Vanessa had hung herself. She enjoyed making a good exit even more than making a good entrance. She walked away, delightfully energized from the excellent rollicking she had just received. Trixie could hear their muffled voices talking after the translucent glass door clicked shut, and one voice ring out loudly.

  “THAT was Trixie?!”

  He held onto that little piece of information until after her departure. Well played Erik.

  5. Snatched Up Tight

  There was a message from Cy on the answering service when she got home.

  "Hey Firecracker. Looking forward to seeing you next weekend. I've got a surprise for you that I'm pretty excited about. Call me when you get a chance. Bye for now."

  Trixie smiled at the sound of Cy's deep voice. She was surprised at herself. Seeing Erik had swung the door open to new possibilities with him. What had started as a genuine desire to apologize for past mistakes quickly turned into a rambunctious bout of sexual healing.

  Why kid herself, Trixie thought. She was horny and wanted a good thwacking. That was certainly the most straightforward reason. Had there been more to it? There seemed to be more at stake for Erik. He had been so earnest and emotional with her beforehand. That is to say, before she shut him up with a kiss. Was she really so afraid of dealing with men’s feelings that it was preferential to drop trou and screw their brains out instead? A question for another time perhaps.

  She was flattered that Erik had seen her as an equal during the class, and then invited her to his Bare All Boot Camp for advanced students. That alone made her day. Trixie was proud of all her hard work. She had never seriously exercised until signing up for that obstacle course race. The fact that Erik ogled her before the class and then complemented her fortitude afterwards set the mood for her libido. She was predisposed towards him after that.

  Sure, the naughty part of her mind had already been fantasizing about him beforehand, which established what she would allow herself to do, but the timetable had accelerated at a breakneck pace after that, pretty much from the moment he kicked all other students out the front door. Anything was possible once they were alone.

  Trixie was hungry, maybe even starving for him in that moment, even while she was apologising. What was the point in hiding it? Her attempt at playing the repentant mistress was barely convincing. She had been more of a wanton succubus.

  Erik was a large man, but she never remembered him feeling that good. It made sense. Core exercise didn’t just strengthen the muscles you could see, but the ones you couldn’t as well. Trixie was tighter all over, which meant that she could feel every ridge of his cock inside her more than she had before. Sex in general had only improved since she s
tarted working out, but sex alone was not enough to base a relationship on.

  She had never been in a position to choose between two men before. Did she have to choose right away? She wanted Erik in the moment, but did she want him for good? She wanted Cy. The thought of him visiting two weekends from now still made her cheeks flush. He had passed her test twice in twenty-four hours.

  Erik talked a good game, but she still didn’t know if he could handle her detonating orgasm. Sure, he did some research, which was sweet, but that was no replacement for the main event. He showed all the signs of being willing to go there, until Vanessa manifested in a puff of brimstone and spoiled everything.

  Trixie realized in retrospect that she was being catty towards the woman, but who keeps standing there like that? Not that it bothered her in the least, but it was obvious what they were doing. Sure, as part business owner, it was her right to interrupt them. She would have done the same thing in her shoes, but with less overbearing superiority.

  There was something about Vanessa that already rubbed Trixie the wrong way, like she was being judged by somebody who had no right casting stones. She never backed down to bullies, but couldn’t say for certain what they were locking antlers about. Was it a contest of wills strictly between them? Or was it possessive contest over Erik? Until today, Trixie had no claim or interest in him. She had just come off a wonderful weekend with Cy, followed by three stolen days. If anything, Erik was benefiting from her ramped up libido spilling over from the previous weekend. Trixie found it hard to shut it off, even when she knew more sex was coming.

  Seeing Erik, however, and realizing what he represented -- a possible missed opportunity -- had changed everything. The whole afternoon with him, when held up against everything that Cy represented, a uniquely talented man among so many others who had come before, was a disaster waiting to happen. So why was she still considering going to Erik’s boot camp?

  Vanessa acted like she had her claws in Erik, but Trixie could care less about what she thought. She wouldn’t play that game. If she had to fight for somebody, even somebody like Cy, then they weren’t worth her time. They either wanted to be with her or they didn’t. End of story. If she did go to Erik’s boot camp, it would be to trounce Vanessa’s impossibly tight ass.