Firecracker Gone Astray - Firecracker #2 (Erotic Romance)

by Megan Flint

  The next hour promised to be more challenging. You buddied up and moved from one exercise station to another until Erik told everybody to switch. Trixie and Vanessa competitively picked each other as partners. In additional to repeatedly jumping over rope obstacles, pulling against elastic handles into squats, and planking on inflatable balls, they also swung the kettlebells and pitched a medicine ball back and forth.

  Trixie knew the medicine ball was pass was going to be spirited. She hardly expected Vanessa to go easy on her and she wasn’t disappointed. She started slow, but then increased the force. They were hurling that ball at each other by the end. The exchange was grueling, but they both remained upright by the end, albeit dripping in sweat. After three circuits of the room, their second hour ended.

  Trixie had taken her top off during a moment when Erik looked over at her progress. Her exercise bra was utterly saturated by that point and completely pointless to keep wearing. Not to be undone Vanessa stripped down too.

  The two women constantly measured at each other. They were beat up, but sturdy. Trixie didn’t even hear the music anymore. The beat of her own heart drowned it out. Her bottle of electrolyte rich water had become a lifeline teat that kept her going. The third and final hour would to be the most difficult. Trixie and Vanessa remained partnered as they individually tossed a giant coiled up rope, pulling it back to their body, and flipped a giant tire back and forth, keeping up with each other’s repetitions.

  They were both lagging by that point, but had become the only two people who were actively pushing themselves at anything faster than a crawl. Modesty was gone. Both women had finally shed their bottoms and were only wearing thongs by that point.

  Then came the final stretch. Vanessa lead them to a pull up bar.

  “Dangle from your arms and bend both legs up into a crunch against your chest. Continue until failure.”

  They started at the same time and synchronized right away. Vanessa wasn’t looking much better than Trixie felt. She wasn’t sure how much longer it was possible to go on. Her arms strained and her core burned with each leg lift. The heat was unlike anything she had felt before. No that wasn’t true. She knew this heat very well. This was the same heat that washed over her and excited every pore on her body during sex.

  Distantly, from someplace far away, she heard Erik call an end to the final hour, but Vanessa kept going. If she still had the strength to go on, then so did Trixie, no matter how much her body wanted to stop. Pain was something she could put in a box and ignore. This was just between them now.

  The heat Trixie recognized spread outward from deep inside her cleft. She closed her eyes and gasped as a wave of inexplicable bliss shot up her spine. How could she be feeling pleasure right now? It only got more pronounced each time she brought her legs up. Trixie felt like she was stretching an elastic band, making it increasingly taut, almost to the point of snapping.

  That’s when her eyes rolled back. She was already hot from exercising, hotter than she had ever been without passing out before. Trixie didn’t think it was possible to be warmer, but then she didn’t have to imagine it.

  The elastic band snapped. The bottle of steam that she normally uncorked on purpose blew off uncontrollably. Her whole body tensed. Trixie could feel the flood coming. The world lurched and gravity disappeared. Up and down were suddenly meaningless. Was she falling? Was she still dangling from the bar? She didn’t know, but it was going on for a long time. The world went blank.

  As her vision began to resolve again, Trixie realized that she was neither dangling from the bar, nor lying on the ground beneath it. Her body was bound up and tense, but squirted a short jet of fluid periodically. The class would be getting an eye full today. Trixie didn’t like the idea of being on display, but there was no stopping it. She was a passenger in her own body now.

  Yet something was different. She was bundled up, but not of her own volition. Two hairy muscled arms were carrying her down a hallway at speed as numbered doors rushed past. Trixie looked up at an expression. The face was concerned and determined. She knew then that Erik had caught her, just like she thought he would, but today, when his strength was needed most. He was running through the hotel hallways even as her body kept releasing, briefly spurting against her thong. He didn’t seem to care or even notice. Erik was on a mission.

  He arrived at a door, swept his key card through the reader, and hurried them both through the suite. Erik brought her into the bathroom and under a large standing shower, which he turned on with an elbow, adjusting the temperature to a perfect cool. Not too hot, not too warm. He lowered Trixie onto the floor, propped her back against the wall, and knelt with her under the water.

  “There, is that better?”

  It helped a lot, but her juices were still gushed in short bursts.

  Trixie caught her breath. “Did I beat her?”

  Erik looked down at her, the concern melting from his face. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

  “Did I win?”

  “You won. Vanessa stopped first. A little before you even. I was surprised you kept going.”

  “I did? I can’t remember. It was all a blur.”

  Again she came in a jolting spurt as her nethers convulsed.

  She reached up and touched his face affectionately.

  “My hero.”

  Erik held her hand to his face affectionately. “It’s always like this for you isn’t it?”

  “When I let it. Today took me by surprise.”

  “I saw you starting to slip away. The expression on your face. I recognized it, what you look like just before giving over to the impulse. That’s when I grabbed you and ran. I’m sure there will be questions. You were already moaning, but maybe people will think it was in pain rather than pleasure.”

  “So much for my virtue,” she said jokingly, “Don’t worry, I haven’t missed it for years.”

  Trixie thought it was strange to be talking coherently. The way she squirted in quick flashes was also different. There was no rhyme or reason to it.

  Erik shook his head. “I think Vanessa knew exactly what she was doing.”

  “How so?”

  “You wouldn’t be the first woman who had an orgasm by doing that particular exercise. It actually wasn’t a part of my three hour regimen. I may have confided to Vanessa about your kind of release.”

  “After we dated?”

  Erik nodded. “Yes, which is why I think it was all a set up.”

  “Then she picked the wrong girl to ambush. I’m not easily embarrassed.”

  “Vanessa can be… possessive. I’ve turned to her for other comforts, but we’re not a couple. Please know that.”

  “She doesn’t scare me Erik, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

  Erik smiled and kissed her tenderly. Trixie was so exhausted from the past three hours, let alone the orgasm she was still having at oddly timed intervals, but his affection was welcome.

  She loved the way his enormous frame loomed over her body. It would be really easy to just lie on her back and pull him on top of her. She was certainly moist enough and her body was only just beginning to process how much pain she was in. Her muscles would be screaming soon. Trixie looked at his waistline. He was still wearing a pair of shorts.

  “Nobody has ever done what you did for me Erik. You really showed up when I needed you most. So much that I’d say one of us is overdressed right now.”

  Erik stared down at her in shock, water dripping off his face from the shower. “After what you just went through?”

  She leaned onto her back and reached down to pull off her thong, straightening her legs to pull them over her sneakers.

  “This window isn’t going to stay open long Erik. My body is going to be in a world of hurt soon.”

  Trixie brought both knees up to her chest so that her nethers naturally spread open for him. She spurted again, causing her whole body to tense, but not black out for a change. “If you have anything to prove, now’s
your chance.”

  Erik was out of his shorts in a flash, his member already tempered with blood. He took himself in hand, hovering over her breach, but then hesitated.

  “Are you sure about this?” he forced himself to ask.

  She could yell at him for asking such a question.

  “To the victor go the spoils.”

  Trixie closed eyes in anticipation. His mushroomed head parted her cleft and burrowed deep in the gorge beyond. She was especially tight after the boot camp, but also extremely well lubricated. His cock was unyieldingly hard and brooked no compromises, forcing her to accept his girth. He was at once intolerable and incredible.

  Erik drove up against the current of fluid she could no longer control. He withdrew and plunged repeatedly. Trixie didn’t have the strength to grind herself into a frenzy. She was excited and weak at the same time.

  “Take me Erik. Don’t be gentle.”

  He obliged, pushing deeper and faster into her hidden territory. Trixie wrapped her legs around his sides as best she could and pulled him closer, urging him to take her more forcibly. Erik continued to plough her mound. She grimaced and groaned as he ravished her cunt. Trixie reached up and grabbed his back, digging her fingers into his flesh, and pulled herself off the shower floor. Erik gallantly kept thrusting, spurred to further abandon by the torment of her nails.

  “Be my heat Erik,” she said. “Lose yourself in me.”

  He sat up with Trixie clinging to his body, but then surprisingly lifted her off him. She almost felt rejected for a second, until Erik lied back and brought her into a straddling position atop him, grabbing her waist in both hands. She began to rise and fall tiredly, until he completely took over and supported her weight. Trixie was light for him, but Erik gradually strained from the ordeal of pumping her on his cock. The longer he went, the warmer he became, growing sweatier each moment. His eyes were clenched shut, she knew from the string of salt, but still he refused to stop, a bellows inside her cleft.

  That’s when Trixie felt the familiar spark return, but unlike any occasion she had known before. Her breath quickened with each collision of their loins. There was no heat, no bottle of steam to open, but a cool explosion from deep within her belly. The shockwave traveled in all directions at once, standing every short hair on end, and washed over the surface of her skin.

  Trixie was accustomed to blacking out about now, but remained lucid as her reservoir spilled over from the waist down and unleashed a tsunami on Erik. She gushed like a sprung leak, drenching his groin in her juices. It wasn’t hard to express her pleasure, albeit in a high shrill voice, which encouraged him to do the same, but through guttural base grunting, chasing her orgasm with his own. Trixie reignited again as he swelled with release and utterly spent them both.

  She collapsed heavily on his chest, delirious from exhaustion, and more than a little stunned at the turnabout this day had wrought. Not only did Erik come while she detonated, but he provided the heat she needed to detonate in the first place, even as the shower rained down on their bodies.

  “Tell me something Erik, and this is going to sound horrible, but what’s your last name?”

  “Brandt.”

  “Do you know what that means by any chance?”

  “It means to clear by fire.”

  “Of course it does.”

  Great, Trixie thought, now both of the men in her life were on equal footing.

  The End of Firecracker #2

  Author's Note

  First of all, a thank you to everyone who downloaded this e-book. I hope you glean as much enjoyment reading about Trixie Harridan as I do concocting her exploits. Suffice it to say that the partners of erotic romance writers are subjected to a lot more affection than they are usually accustomed, especially while a book is being composed, all in the name of good old fashioned research.

  If the second installment of my Firecracker series tickled your fancy, and you feel like expressing as much publicly, nothing does that more than a good review. Your patronage and thoughts are always appreciated.

  Love,

  Megan

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  Table of Contents

  1. Fling to the Flame

  2. Tending Old Wounds

  3. Firecracker Gone Astray

  4. Perched on a Pedestal

  5. Snatched Up Tight

  6. Ground Zero

  Author's Note

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