Hot, Quick & Dirty: 12 Steamy Short Stories

by Cleveland, Eddie

  Grabbing a condom from my wallet, I quickly slide it over my thick cock and smile at her glowing face. Before she has a chance to utter a word, I flip her around and press her into the wall. Gabriella presses her ass back into me and I grab a handful of her fleshy bottom before giving it a sharp slap. I twist my hand up in her hair, holding her under my power, and step between her legs, guiding my cock with my free hand to her entrance.

  I press the head of my cock inside her and her slick nectar surrounds me, helping me ease my generous girth inside her. Gabriella moans against the wall and flattens her hands on it like I’m placing her under arrest as I sink my cock deep inside her core. Grabbing her shoulder with my free hand, I fuck her hard while twisting my fingers into her hair and tugging her head back toward me. She grunts as I hold her tight in my grip, fucking her like a wild man as the need for release builds up inside me.

  Her walls squeeze down on every inch of my shaft, working me for my seed. My mind is split in two as my desire to cum competes with my desire to stay in this moment forever. I thrust into her, burying my entire length on every pump, stretching her open, making her mine and mine alone.

  Ecstasy floods through me as my cum spurts from my cock and I dig my fingertips into her flesh hard as I hold her still and sink deep inside her. Gabriella cries out, her legs quaking against mine as I fill the condom with my seed. Finally, the overwhelming sensation passes and I carefully hold the end of the condom as I pull my cock free, quickly removing it and tying it off on the end.

  Gabriella turns and collapses against my chest as tiny beads of sweat sparkle on her brow. “Please don’t go again,” she whispers hoarsely.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” I smirk down at her and kiss the tip of her nose. “I hope you don’t have anywhere to go either.” I lift her from the floor. S squeals and I walk her back toward the stairs. “Because I’m just getting started.”

  THE END

  6

  Open Road Connection

  Chapter 1

  “And in other news, President Donald Trump…”

  Click.

  “Tom, the entire country is under water. The hurricane has left a trail of death and devastation…”

  Click.

  “This is the biggest mass shooting the United States has ever seen…”

  Click.

  The screen goes black as I finally give up and turn off the television. As black as the heartbreaking news that never seems to end. When did the world get so bleak? When did we stop caring about each other? We walk around without looking at people, staring down at our phones, detaching ourselves from everyone and everything and then wonder why we don’t feel connected anymore.

  I look out my window at a crimson leaf doing a gentle pirouette in the autumn breeze, softly dancing a secret ballet for Mother Nature and my heart is instantly lighter. I need to get out of here. I need to shut off the television, shut off the computer, hell, shut off my phone and just drive.

  I need a road trip.

  As soon as the idea strikes me, I know it’s exactly what I need to restore my soul. There are no lingering doubts or debates in my mind about whether or not I can afford to go or whether this is the right time. Nope. Instead, just the thought makes the looming, gray cloud that’s been relentlessly hovering over my head part and a ray of sunlight is finally poking through.

  I rush down the hall with a bounce in my step as I head to my bedroom. Yanking the closet door open, I fumble around in the back for my suitcase, my hand gripping onto it tight. Pulling it out, I toss it on the bed and unzip it, immediately throwing clothes in it. I’m not trying to coordinate a fall fashion line here. I just need some essentials. Jeans, shirts, underwear, socks, and bras, my toiletries and makeup.

  It probably takes me all of fifteen minutes to gather everything I need and head out the door. I double-check the stove to make sure I didn’t leave anything on and then lock the house up and toss my suitcase in the back of the truck. Hopping inside, I turn the key in the ignition and listen to the engine roar as a smile tugs at my lips. I pull out of the driveway, not sure where I’m going, with no real plan in mind. All I know is with every turn I take toward the freeway, the weight of the world slips from my shoulders.

  They say there’s no problem that a long walk in the woods can’t solve. So, getting lost in them for a week or two should do wonders.

  Chapter 2

  With the window down, the crisp fall breeze is blowing my dirty-blond hair back and filling my lungs with the scent of the forest. I’m blasting my favorite song and am pretty much in my own world. Free from all the small town gossip and busy-bodies with too much time on their hands and not enough life to fill it.

  My neighbor, Mertle, has got to be the worst offender when it comes to sticking her nose in everyone’s business. I mean, her nose is so massive, it’s probably hard for her to do anything but. Without fail, if someone’s husband has stepped out on them, or someone’s kid got into trouble on the weekend, she marches over to my door and reports it to me like that tattletale kid at school. I bet she was that kid, the one always whining to the teacher and snitching on everyone. The only reason I’m polite to her at all is because she’s old enough to be my grandmother and I was raised to respect my elders.

  I blink and push the thoughts away. I don’t need to worry about Mertle, or anyone else back at home, for that matter. Right now the only things competing for my attention are the bright autumn colors whipping past my window.

  I take a deep breath, like a newborn baby pulling oxygen into their lungs for the first time. Everything is ahead of me and everything is possible. I squint when I notice a man on the side of the road with his tool kit out. He’s trying to fix something on his motorcycle. I should stop and see if I can give him a hand. There aren’t many people who come down this backcountry road.

  I slow down and pull off onto the shoulder of the road as clouds of dust billow up around my truck. Whoa. That’s not just any man. As the dust settles, I can see that the guy standing up and smiling gratefully is drop-dead sexy. He’s about six-foot-two and even under his leather jacket I can see his body is as tight as a drum.

  Damn.

  His shoulder-length brown hair gleams in the sunlight and when he smiles my heartbeat kicks it up a notch. For a second I almost forget to unbuckle my seatbelt and move. I’m just staring. Soaking him in like he’s a model in a magazine. I mean, he definitely could be.

  Somehow I manage to get my senses back and I hop out of the truck, wiping my sweaty palms against my jeans as I walk over to him.

  “Hey, looks like you could use some help.” I close the distance between us.

  “Yeah, my girl isn’t doing too well.” He nods to his bike. “I think I’ve gotta get her checked.” He glances over my shoulder at my truck and then back at me. As his eyes capture mine, I notice they’re the same blue color as the sky. I blush and try to look away, but I can’t. He’s hypnotically sexy.

  “I, um, I can help you bring your bike into town if you want?”

  Did time just stop? Am I still alive right now? Because the world seems to have slowed down somehow. When he smiles at me like that, I can’t hold my own smile back. It’s literally impossible to stop myself. Not that I’d want to. My gaze travels over his scruffy jaw and across his perfectly kissable lips. Wait, his lips are moving. He’s saying something.

  I snap out of my daze and listen.

  “…that would be amazing. Thank you.” He gathers his tools and packs them up.

  I drop the gate on my truck, and together we manage to get the Harley in there.

  “Where are you heading gorgeous?” His eyes twinkle mischievously and a flush of excitement blasts over me.

  “Colorado. Where were you off to?”

  “Same. It seems like this was kismet, huh?”

  I don’t know what to say. I never expected to meet someone so stunning today, that’s for sure. However, I’m a big believer in letting life take you on a journey, so I’m in no
rush to get rid of him.

  “My name is Dominic, sweetheart.” He smirks at me and holds out his hand.

  I shake it lightly and roll my eyes. “Starting with the nicknames already?”

  “Well, you did just pick me up out in the middle of nowhere.” He studies me.

  “My real name is Jan. Let’s get in the truck.” I smile. Normally if a guy called me sweetheart I’d be put off, but when it rolls off his tongue it just sounds nice.

  I start the engine and pull out onto the road, barely able to keep my concentration on my driving. That feeling in the air that tingles your skin right before a big lightning storm is brewing up inside the cab of my truck. Dominic’s hungry stare is exploring my curves. I’m afraid to meet his gaze. If I do, I might just end up in the ditch. Gripping the steering wheel tight, I almost turn my knuckles white.

  Heat travels down my body, kissing my flesh all the way down to my wet panties. I can’t remember the last time a man’s gaze made me so crazy. I certainly didn’t feel this way with Matt, my ex. I didn’t find out until after we broke up that he was cheating on me almost right away. Scumbag. Not that he was a great lay anyway. I guess he decided his dick needed to disappoint even more women.

  Thank God for sex toys.

  I can’t believe it’s been almost two years since I’ve been with a man. Dominic would be one hell of a way to break that dry spell. I finally let myself peek at him. He’s like a dream. With the song blaring and his intense blue eyes locked on me, he’s the perfect mixture of pleasure and temptation. I know that one touch from him and I won’t be able to shut off my instincts.

  One graze of his hand and I’ll be his for the taking.

  Chapter 3

  I can’t believe how empty the road is. It’s almost as if there’s no one left on Earth except for Dominic and me. Wouldn’t that be incredible? I let my naughty thoughts get carried away about what it would be like to have a life with him. And about how much fun we could have in our own personal Garden of Eden.

  Up ahead is a sprinkling of buildings lining the roads. As we drive into the small town, Dominic looks around. “This looks like a good place to stop. It’s got a mechanic and a place to stay. That’s good enough for me.” He looks back from his window and I have to jam on my brakes because I almost run a red light from being caught up in the blue of his eyes.

  “Sure, I can turn around and drop you off at the mechanic.” My voice comes out quietly. The truth is, I’m not ready to say goodbye to him yet. Even though we’ve been driving for over two hours, the time wasn’t enough. Although, to be fair, I’m not sure that there are enough hours left in my life to spend with him.

  “Naw, don’t bother. It’s shut down for the day. I’m getting pretty hungry, though.” He nods at a restaurant up the road and his long hair shuffles on his shoulder. “I’d love it if you’d let me repay you with a meal.” His fingers just barely graze my arm, but it sends tingles through my body and another rush of heat to my pussy.

  “I’d like that,” I admit, overwhelmed by the sensations running through me. There’s something about Dominic that makes me feel reckless and free. He could suggest leaving everything behind and running off into the wilderness with him and I’d probably start gathering a compass and supplies.

  I pull into the family diner off the main strip and finally have the chance to steal a long look at him. After trying to drive us off the road all this time, I’ve been dying to really soak him in. The way his broad shoulders fill out his leather jacket and then taper down into his tight waist makes me bite my lip. But it’s the big bulge pushing out the front of his jeans that really catches my eye. I lick my lips hungrily. If that’s what he looks like when he’s not even ready to go, how big is he when he’s hard?

  I’ve been staring too long. It’s too obvious. Flustered, I open the door and jump out of my truck. Just breathe, Jan, he’s only a man. You’ve seen many of those before.

  But not a single one has been like him. Dominic is the kind of man women fantasize about when they’ve got the house to themselves for a bit and they dig out their vibrators. And I get to enjoy him for a little while longer. Right now, he’s all mine, and that’s perfect.

  We walk over to the door and I’m surprised when he opens it for me, leading me through the other side with his warm, broad hand on the small of my back. The waitress nods at us when we come in.

  “Sit anywhere you want.” She picks up a couple of menus and a pitcher of water as we take a seat in a booth by the window. Within a couple seconds she’s at the table filling our glasses and handing off the menus to us. I know she’s telling me the specials, but I can’t really hear her. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just that my full attention is with him. In the background she sounds like Charlie Brown’s teacher to me.

  The waitress goes back to the counter and I manage to look down at the laminated menu with pictures of the food on it. “Okay, so what looks good here?” I force myself to glance down.

  “I’ll tell you what looks good.” Dominic’s voice is like soft velvet. “You in those pants. I love the way your jeans hug you. I’m telling you, you’ve got curves right where I like them.” His eyes travel over me slowly, shamelessly, sensually. “And your shirt hugs your chest so perfectly it almost makes me jealous.”

  “Jealous?” Heat blooms over my cheeks and I squirm a little in my seat.

  “Mmmm-hmmm, makes me want to be the one pressed up against you like that.” He winks.

  For a moment I can’t utter a word. I just enjoy the buzz of electricity between us as we lock eyes. I smile. “You don’t look too bad in your jeans either. They fit just right.”

  Dominic slides his leather jacket from his thick shoulders, slipping it down his burly biceps. His shirt clings to his taut body for dear life, in the best possible way. I completely understand what he means about feeling jealous. I imagine my own body pressed against him that close and my thighs squeeze together as my pussy rushes with heat.

  The waitress comes back to our table and I realize I haven’t even decided on a meal. I mean, in a way I have. I know exactly what I want to put in my mouth, but it’s not in a picture on this paper.

  “What can I get you folks?” she asks cheerfully.

  “We just drove in here and I was wondering what there is to do in this place?” Dominic asks her.

  I raise an eyebrow at him. Why does he want to know? Does he have plans to go exploring with me after this?

  “Not much, I’m afraid. We don’t have a whole lot going on here.” She shrugs.

  “That’s all right. Well, I’m gonna order the cheeseburger and fries, please.”I nod at her. “Make that two orders, please.”

  She takes our menus and leaves us in our world of two.

  “So, when you’re not tricking women into picking you up on the side of the road, what do you do?” I tease him.

  “Oh, you’re onto my little game. Dang it.” He plays along, his blue eyes sparkling. “I’m a CEO of a law firm. It can get kinda dry, so I like to get on my bike and just see where the roads take me. You need to enjoy life when you can, you know?”

  I nod, smiling. I couldn’t be happier with where the roads led us today.

  “How about you?” he asks.

  “What about me?”

  “Why are you all the way out here by yourself?”

  The endless negative news stories and my gossipy neighbor pop up in my mind. I push them all away and focus on the positive. I focus on him. “I needed a break from life for a bit.” I shrug.

  “I get that.”

  The waitress returns with our food, our plates a mirror image of each other. Each piled high with hand cut French fries and a big, juicy burger. We don’t talk, just look at each other and eat. Somehow, sitting here with Dominic in silence is the most comfortable thing in the world. I hate when you meet someone new and they need to fill the air with words or else it’s awkward. With him, there’s no awkwardness. It’s like we’ve known each other for years and go
tten to that peaceful place where we can just enjoy each other’s company.

  When we finish our last bites, Dominic puts a fifty on the table and guides me out of the diner. As soon as we walk out into the crisp night air, he grabs me and pulls me in tight to his chest. He’s so warm against me, so inviting. His hands softly glide over my cheeks and he kisses me with so much passion, so much need, my knees are weak when he pulls away.

  “I’ve been waiting all day for that,” he murmurs, looking down at me.

  “What took you so long? I’ve been hoping you’d do that since I met you,” I confess.

  Dominic looks up and down the street, and wraps his arms around me protectively. “Let’s go to that motel up the road.” He jerks his head toward the one we passed on the way in here and his hair flips over his shoulder. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you. I want you all to myself.”

  Before I have a chance to say a word, he grabs my hand and we walk up the street. Awash with excitement, I’m so ready to strip off his jacket and tight T-shirt and see how that thick bulge looks when it’s not hidden under his jeans.

  Chapter 4

  Dominic holds my hand as we wait for the elevator to take us to the third floor. As soon as the doors slide open, we practically run down the hallway to our room. He opens the door and pulls me in for another kiss as it buzzes and he walks me inside the room without breaking his lips from mine.

  I couldn’t care less what the room is like. All I can see is him. I squeal as he lifts me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed, tossing me down on it. He wastes no time ripping off his leather jacket and then his shirt as I watch with my breath held. I already knew his body was amazing from how his shirt licked every inch of it. However, it’s incredible to see the ridge of his muscles flex and move as he cages me in his arms and climbs up on top of me.