Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  I cover his head with my warm, moist mouth. Wrapping my lips around his shaft, I slide the full length of his manhood in my mouth. I caress it with my tongue tasting all of his cum that drips its way down to rest on his balls. The tips of my fingers move to his balls once the entire shaft is in my mouth. On ragged breaths, Eric calls out to me.

  “Fuck, Elia!" he groans deeply as he rolls over and lands on the bed. I climb up on top of him with my ass up in the air. I take my place covering his cock with my mouth shoving it back to where it rests in my throat. Pulling my cheeks until they tingle, I run my fingers over his heavy cum laden balls. The heaviness of them starts to make my mouth water. Feeling my tongue, I roll around his shaft licking it clean as I go. I want it rock hard again. I want to feel it growing in my mouth.

  His balls are sticky in between my fingers, and I grope them as I tug on them playfully. The full length of his shaft is covered and creamy, and now my moist mouth has started to mark it too. The sheer pleasure of my mouth wrapped around his cock makes my pussy tingle. Eric's body is my playground as mine is his, and we lose ourselves in the passion that we both unlock together.

  Once the flood gates are open, we pour everything we have into each other until there is nothing left. Even then we still can't keep our hands off of each other. We claw and hold onto each other never wanting the moments we share to end. I bob up and down on his shaft as the thoughts that seep into my mind makes me excited even more. I wiggle my ass as I feel the cool air rushing past it causing me to shiver.

  Picking up my pace, Eric moves his hips trying to keep up. Getting his bearings again, he catches up with me. The pleasure of my mouth taking over his cock makes me wet. Eric thrusts his hips, putting force behind it. I love the way he fucks my face hard. My hands still fondle his balls, slowly I slide my hands up and down the curve of his back. Tracing his spine with my fingers, slowly I make him feel every stroke.

  I take his shaft wet, glistening from my mouth, and just admire it for a second before letting it go and focusing my attention to his balls. I pull one into my mouth at first rolling, it around in my mouth to make sure my tongue doesn’t miss an inch of his heavy balls. Before I let it linger inside my mouth for a while, I swoop the other one into my mouth. With them both together in my mouth, I bat them back and forth, and they hit against the roof of my mouth and click against my teeth.

  I roll them around in my mouth over and over again, making sure I cover every inch. My fingers grip his shaft and jerking it nice and slow teasing him. I want to drive him wild, just like he does for me every time he touches me. From the first time we ever touched it has been electric. Whoever said sparks fly never had this, we make an inferno together. It is way deeper than physical even though it definitely doesn’t hurt to have this type of chemistry.

  This man is perfect—he is everything a girl could want and more actually. I feel him caressing my ass I wiggle into his grip being playful. His cock is growing hard in my hands, and it sends a warm sensation pulsing through my body. My pussy throbs in between my legs. I want to keep this feeling under control, so I keep squeezing my thighs together until they feel like they are going numb. I curl my toes tight, trying to keep this rumbling at bay.

  I lean back on the heels of my feet, releasing his balls from my mouth. I keep my grip on his shaft with my fingers, massaging it and watching it grow harder. Pulling my feet from under me, I sit right on his stomach; my swollen clit touching the slick skin of his stomach makes me quiver. I let my wet pussy drift up and down his torso. Marking it all over before parting my lips with the tips of my fingers.

  Keeping the grip on his shaft, I slide his cock toward my exposed clit. It’s so swollen and sensitive, but I keep smacking it with his head. Every playful smack sends me closer to the edge of erotic madness. I can’t help it, I have to put just the tip of his head inside my pussy. Watching it slide inside me makes my heart skip a beat. Taking full control, I wiggle and move the tip of his head in a circular motion.

  I push it deeper, slowly taking it inch by glorious inch of rock hard manhood. Throwing my head back, my hair whips across his torso. His hands reach up to take a fistful as he begins to tug on it. The yank of my hair pulls my head back and my mouth falls open as my exposed neck showcases the pounding of my heartbeat. I can’t help it, I ride his cock reverse cowgirl style, pushing down on his shaft and throwing all my weight into him. Eric lets out a loud moan, and I bounce up and down on his shaft, riding him hard and fast. The way I’m riding his cock and the sound that escapes from my throat as I bob up and down is guttural.

  I don’t even recognize the sound, as it’s in between a squeal and a yelp. I didn’t realize that the noise was coming from me at first. It sounds so far away in the distance, while I’m lost in the moment I float on cloud nine. As my pussy muscles tighten as, my river flows hard.

  I keep riding through my orgasm, with every stroke my pussy juice flows even harder. I swing my head wildly as I plunge deep onto his shaft, and I can feel Eric’s cock start to shoot. Deep inside my pussy, our cum mixes together with the force of both of our loads together. It pushes his cock out of my pussy. His shaft is creamy and slick glistening under the light of the early morning sun shining through the window.

  My toes curl tight, and I keep them in that grip. My legs grow weak under me flopping down onto Eric, and I let my legs fall to the sides of our bodies. Coming up to press his chest against my back, I feel Eric’s hands moving to my shoulders. He massages them nice and deep. I let my shoulders fall as I give into his touch. Hanging my head and rolling it slightly around as he keeps touching it.

  “You are so tense, you need to relax,” Eric speaks into my ear, and his words make me melt into him. I giggle softly as I try to take his advice, breathing deep as his hands make their way down my back. He squishes and kneads my back like dough. It feels so good, this time has been a whirlwind from the start. I never thought or could have ever imagined it would turn out like this.

  Eric breaks into my train of thought as he tells me to lay flat on my stomach. I comply, my legs are still weak, my body is spent—that last orgasm really took it over the top. His hands caress my hips as he massages them one side then the other. I can’t help but shudder from his touch on my skin. It feels amazing under his hands. I lay my head flat on the sheet and feel myself start to relax.

  Eric moves his hands like a skilled masseuse down to the small of my back. He slides over my ass and massages that too. And straight down the back of my legs. Closing my eyes, I feel Eric make his way back up to my shoulders, his voice in my ear his mouth so close to my ear I can feel him blowing on it.

  He calls my name, and I answer him in a sleepy tone almost. “I’m so glad the store is yours,” he says.

  “Me too,” I answer. “Ours,” I say with a smile.

  “I love you,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I love you, too.” The sparkle in his eyes make him look so sexy to me. I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him. This man, oh my god, this man he is so incredible he has been my protector, my champion. He made himself an open book even when it might have meant that we could possibly be over. Not only is he gorgeous, but he has heart of gold.

  The store is my love and in turn, it has become a passion of Eric’s. He is wonderful, and the feelings I have turning inside me are too many to count right now. We stay locked in our embrace. I am fully awake now. We fall to the bed lying on our sides and slowly open our eyes. We hold each other's gaze for what feels like forever. Eric pulls me into him, and I throw my leg over him and there we lay together. Bliss, complete happiness, doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.

  Elia

  “Come on, get up.”

  My eyes open to the voice, and I groan and roll onto my stomach.

  “Just a little longer…”

  There’s a chuckle, a thick sound that never fails to make my body shiver, even in my half asleep state. I shudder as soft, wet kisses are pressed from the nape of my ne
ck, going down my spine. Eric’s lips linger a little longer at the base of my spine, and I arch for him, wanting him to continue. But there’s another chuckle, and he pulls away.

  “Breakfast in twenty minutes, or I’m leaving without you!”

  He pauses as if he’s going to say something else.

  “Or have you forgotten what day it is today?”

  My eyes flutter open as I hum. Then I move so I’m sitting up and facing him. “No, I remember. What time is it?”

  “Time for you to get up or we’re going to be late for our grand opening. I’m serious about leaving you behind.”

  I roll my eyes behind his back as he leaves the room. I know he doesn’t actually mean it. After all, he’s letting me host the whole thing, even if I felt that it was too much responsibility at the time.

  We’ve waited for this day. All the renovations took over six weeks, and as much as I loved all the relaxation and spending time with the girls, really getting to know the women that I work with, while Eric’s at work and even going to some business seminars, I’m ready to put what I’ve learned into action.

  I shower quickly then join him in the kitchen for a quick breakfast. I’m the one rushing him to get out of the door, now.

  “Come on,” I whine, tugging on his arm.

  “Let me put on my tie,” he says, laughingly in protest.

  I growl, “I can’t eat, I’m too nervous. I thought that this day would never come.”

  I’m dressed in a long, dark red dress that would probably be more appropriate for a luxury evening out than an opening of a bookstore. I don’t care, because it’s a big day to me, and I wanted to go all out and dress up for a change.

  “Go out to the car, and I’ll come right after you. I forgot something in the bedroom.”

  I sigh and turn to leave. I don’t ask what he could possibly have forgotten. I have my clutch purse in hand with my iPhone, and that’s all I need for now. I slowly head to the car and hope that he’s not long and this isn’t one of his little surprises. We don’t have time for that. It took me a lot longer to get ready than I thought that it would, because I was half awake. Now, I’m fully awake, and all I want to do is get going.

  “Here we go,” he says as he gets in on his side, and I roll my eyes at him. I know by his resulting chuckle that he noticed.

  “Would you just drive?”

  “Of course!” he says, reaching across to take my hand. He kisses it and then starts the engine, and we’re on our way. There’s hardly any traffic, which is another good reason we decided on doing this at ten rather than nine in the morning.

  The drive doesn’t seem to take that long especially because I’m too nervous to chitchat. If we talk about the opening, I’ll start thinking of something and decide that I must have forgotten to do it and start to panic.

  Eric parks the car against the curb, and we step out not too far from the corner of the store. Outside on the curb are the girls and the one guy who’s now going to be working for me. I still can’t get over the fact that I’m going to have staff and people will be working for me.

  I can’t believe that for the first time in a long time, we have potential customers lining up, something that the marketing team have been working hard on achieving over the last few weeks.

  “Let’s get this show on the road,” a coworker yells out, to excited shouts from the crowd.

  As Eric and I step up to the ribbon, Rebecca hands me a pair of scissors after a short hug. I hold it for a few seconds, just for the suspense. I can hear the audience take a collective breath as I snip the ribbon, and they become a very excited crowd.

  “This is amazing,” I tell Eric as we start to head inside and mingle with the crowd.

  Jessica helped plan some of it, and it’s perfect. I can't stop smiling, especially as I look at both the customers and staff smiling and laughing. Others are moving with some books to the new area we closed off where people can relax at the comfy sit-down area.

  “This place looks really good, but I want to tell Jessica. I just can’t find her.”

  Eric shakes his head. “She’s probably checking on something. She’s a perfectionist. You’ll see her eventually!”

  I still can't believe that so many different classes of people are here tonight and just to see the opening of the store. It’s so damn impressive.

  His arm tightens around my waist. “I have another surprise for you.”

  My eyebrows jump up. “We’re not done with those?”

  “I’m hoping you’ll let me off the hook for this one.”

  Then he goes down on one knee, and I feel like I can't breathe. The room quietens down pretty quickly, and I know the focus is on us.

  “Elia,” he starts, and I’m hanging on his every word. “We haven’t known each other very long, I’ll be the first to admit. But… in the three months I’ve known you, I’ve felt so much more than I ever have with anyone else, and I know you’re the one for me.”

  A smile is playing on his lips, he knows how cheesy his lines are. They still bring tears to my eyes.

  “Elia, will you marry me?”

  That’s when I see my parents in a corner. They told me they couldn’t make it. And by their side is Jessica. That’s where she went to make sure that my parents were okay. Damn! I was really wrong about her.

  I suck in a shaky breath, blinking my eyes free of tears so I can see his eyes as a trembling smile spreads on my face.

  “Yes! I’ll marry you, Eric.”

  He surges up, and I squeal before laughing as he lifts me up in a spin, clapping and congratulating shouts surrounding us. I can’t believe that in the span of three months, not only am I a manager, but I’m getting married, too.

  Life couldn’t be better and every single time that I think it can’t happen, Eric makes it happen. I love him, and I know that we’re going to be happy together. I just love him too much for us not to be anything but happy.

  Just then, Virginia shows up!

  Yes, there’s more. Like this happy ending seems to have a bonus round. When I see Rose, I know. I know right away what’s coming next. I know this is the secret that Eric had her keeping. I can’t hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. She’s holding a manila folder and walking towards me with a bit smile on her face.

  “Lee-ya!” She calls out and wraps her arms around me. “Will you be my mommy?”

  Through my sobs, I manage my answer. “Yes, baby girl, I would love to be your mommy.” I pick her up in my arms, and Eric holds us both tight. He kisses us both and I’m crying so much that I can’t even see. I have never been so happy in my life.

  And yeah I should have known better when Eric told me earlier that Virginia was taking Rose to a movie.

  I can’t believe how perfect my life is. I’ve read a lot of books, but for me nothing will ever compare to my own story.

  Stuff Me, Stepbrother

  One and done, that’s the rule, right boys?

  So my wants me to marry and settle down, eh? Wants me to be the role model my billion dollar company needs? When I say no, he wants me to cool my jets for a while with the family? Get grounded and stable again?

  Sure, I can do that.

  Only one problem.

  I'm living with a girl that makes my blood boil. She’s beautiful. She’s sexy, sassy, and filled with class.

  I can’t stop thinking about her and I’m so obsessed I might as well get out of the spotlight and check myself into the crazy house.

  But I can deal with all these issues. I can charm any girl I want when I put my mind to it.

  Just one problem. She’s my stepsister.

  Keagan Keagan

  The more I drink, the looser I feel. My life is as stressful as it is comfortable. Letting loose occasionally, especially somewhere I won’t be photographed, has been a long time coming. Far Bar in Los Angeles is full, and we are surrounded by friends. Mason stands next to me, sipping his beer and leaning his arm on the bar. The other guys are all hunting for
girls in the crowd that they can take home.

  I’m only interested in one of them.

  I glance across the room. Dana is with her friends a little further down the bar. They’re smiling and talking about the talent available. It isn’t hard to see who’s thirsty around here. The girls are all dressed to kill, and they’ll all land their prey before the night is out.

  My eyes are on Dana. We’re close, but she’s that one girl that I just can’t have. She’s my stepsister, the ultimate “one who got away.”

  She wasn’t always my stepsister, of course. There was a time when she was the pretty girl at school that I crushed on. The one I wanted to ask to the seventh grade dance. She was the one who’s mom had run into my dad at an unfortunate parent evening and decided to get engaged, just before I got around to telling her how I felt.

  And now she’s my sister.

  Go figure.

  She looks like sex on a stick. I watched her grow from a girl to a woman at the same time my own hormones developed. There’s nothing as awesome as having your jerk-off material live in the room next to yours. I never had to look very far to find fuel for my imagination.

  It just grates the hell out of me that I will never be able to fuck her the way I always do in my fantasies.

  We are siblings. Sort of. Stupid fucking taboo.

  “Hello,” Mason calls in a sing-song voice, bringing my attention back to him. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying, or are you too busy bird watching?”

  “Sorry,” I say, grinning at him. “What were you saying?”