Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology)

by Lily Harlem

  And then Lee was kissing me again, and this time I didn’t stop him when his soft mouth parted my lips and began to move in a gentle dance. He tasted of man and sex. His golden bristles caught on my chin, and his tongue was hot and confident. I let out a small moan and splayed my hands over his chest as he cupped my face to his. He was right. We might all die up here. We had to take pleasure where we could.

  My moan was like showing a red cloak to a bull. The temperature of his kisses heated up, his hands travelled down into the sleeping bag and searched out the base of my thermal top. Flesh finally connected with flesh, and his calloused palm slid up my perfectly flat belly and settled over the satin cup of my bra. I pressed in for more. Behind me, Andy searched for the hook and eye fastening on my bra. He quickly found it and released me from my underwear. I felt dizzy with longing, overwhelmed with the urge to have these two men touching me all over, making me forget the perilous situation we were in.

  Andy caressed my back and shoulder blades while Lee pulled the bra out of his way and took the weight of my breasts in his palms.

  “God, you feel so good,” Lee said, letting his thumbs smooth over my nipples. “So bloody perfect.”

  Andy’s hand slid around my ribs and joined Lee’s in fondling my breasts. My nipples had tightened to hard little peaks, rejoicing in the attention of all those fingers massaging and caressing, teasing them to levels of pleasurable pain.

  “You’re so soft, Sapphire,” Andy said with a husk in his voice I hadn’t noticed before. “So bloody soft.”

  Then they were all over me, pulling at my clothes, dragging my arms out of sleeves, tugging layers over my head. My trousers and knickers were magically removed and shoved deep into the base of the sleeping bag, instantly forgotten.

  I yanked at Lee’s top as I was still facing him. “Take this off,” I ordered breathily. “Now.”

  He grinned, though his eyes flashed with a predatory look that made me wonder just what I’d unleashed. Lightning quick, he whisked his top over his head, displaying a fuzz of pale underarm hair, and kicked down his trousers to join mine at the bottom of the sleeping bag.

  He straightened and our bodies came in perfect alignment. His dick shoved impatiently at my thigh as my breasts were crushed against his downy golden chest hair. My body was crying out for his. I wanted him inside me so badly. My heart was fluttering, and the muscles in my pelvis were clenching in anticipation.

  Andy was shuffling behind me, and I guessed he was ridding himself of clothes, too. I wanted Andy inside me. It didn’t matter which one. Lee or Andy. Andy or Lee. I just needed to be filled. I was like a void, an empty hole. Only these two men could provide me with what I needed and take me out of the nightmare I was living in.

  Andy snuggled into me, his hard, hot muscles curling around my back like a blanket. I felt his heavy breaths flood over my shoulders and his curious hands smooth over the orbs of my buttocks. He dipped into the first folds of my intimate flesh with the tip of one finger and I moaned deep in my throat.

  Lee captured my mouth in his again and sent one of his hands into the nip of my waist and over my hip. I let myself be invaded by his tongue and allowed him to lift my top leg and drape it over his wide concrete-hard thigh. They could do what they wanted with me.

  I was theirs.

  Andy continued to explore, my legs now split apart for his attention. Thick hot fingers sought my entrance, swirled around it twice, and then two digits shoved in up to the knuckle. I groaned and bucked into Lee’s chest before arching back for more. He added another finger, gliding through the creamy wetness pouring from my core.

  “So tight, Lee,” Andy whispered, criss-crossing his fingers as he spoke. “She’s so fucking tight.”

  Lee’s hand glided from my thigh to my pubes. His fingers danced through the short neat hair and straight onto my clit. I caught my breath and curled away from his sudden invasive pressure, but the movement backed me further onto Andy’s fingers. “Oh, God,” I said, aware that my eyes were rolling as I spoke.

  Lee chuckled and treated me to several, lazy rotations around my clit. “You like that, Sapphire?” he asked, his lips touching the tip of my nose.

  “Yes, God, yes. Please don’t stop.”

  Lee didn’t stop, but Andy pulled his fingers out leaving me whimpering in frustration.

  “Shh,” Andy said onto my shoulder. He shifted his hips and the top of his thighs pushed up against the backs of mine. “It’s here, it’s here for you.”

  Lee lifted my leg higher, right up to his waist and drew back from our kiss. I opened my eyes and looked steadily at him. “Relax,” he said, his clever fingers still circling my clit with the perfect pressure and speed. “Relax and take a deep breath.”

  I did as he asked and felt the wide head of Andy’s cock probing at my pussy. He was so damned big. Instantly I tensed, my jaw clenched, and my fingers curled over Lee’s shoulders.

  “Relax, baby,” Andy soothed from behind me. “It’s fine. We’ll all fit together perfectly as one.” He began to push up, stretching me wide then wider still.

  Lee kept me locked against him and I had no choice but to be impaled by his brother.

  He filled me to capacity. I gasped and willed my muscles to take him in.

  “Good girl,” Lee said, treating my clit to his full range of expertise. “You can do it.”

  Andy kept sliding into me. I heard him grunt something incoherent as his pubes tickled my butt, and realised he’d finally reached the hilt. It was just as well, I didn’t think I could take any more.

  “Fuck, yes,” he hissed from behind me. “You feel so bloody good, Sapphire. I don’t think I’ll last long this first time. It’s been a while.”

  “She won’t take much to tip over the edge,” Lee said, deepening his attentions at my clit with the pads of his fingers and meeting the urgent demands of my needy little nub.

  “Oh, God,” I gasped, feeling the first tug of a very insistent orgasm. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Wait for me, sweetheart,” Andy said, pulling his dick all the way out. “We’ll come together.” He rammed back in. All the harnessed power of his powerful body behind one sharp thrust.

  I cried out in ecstasy and shock. Suddenly, his pounding was frantic, frightening, exquisite. He was stroking wildly over my G-spot with every frenzied plunge. The pressure was building like an explosion that couldn’t be contained. Then, it was there.

  My orgasm culminated in a beautiful sensation. My mouth opened in a silent scream, my muscles froze, and my breathing was suspended. Time had no meaning. Andy’s cock turned to a rod of solid steel, and then at the precise moment every cell in my body crashed down, I felt his semen pumping deep within me.

  “Fuck, yes,” he said then stilled and tucked his head into the base of my neck. “Fuck, fuck, yes yes!” I was aware of a deep tremble taking over his body as he shook against my naked flesh.

  Lee continued his rotations on my clit and the intensity turned to wildfire, hot and manic. I didn’t know if I could stand it, but I wanted to so I sucked in desperate breaths and stayed with the moment.

  “You gonna let me have a go inside you?” he asked.

  “Yes, oh yes,” I panted. Even though I was still convulsing around Andy I desperately wanted Lee to be part of our orgasm.

  Andy withdrew and Lee pushed me onto my back with a sudden urgency. Andy swooped down and kissed me on the lips for the first time. His tongue commanded control of mine. He was hot and thorough. “That was so perfect,” he said as his hand searched out my breasts. “So perfect. Thank you.”

  “Worked for me too,” I gasped, trying to draw in an adequate amount of thin air to feed my system.

  Lee shoved my legs apart with his knees and dropped between my thighs. I looked into the darkness of the one big sleeping bag and stared at our tangled limbs and pale flesh. We were behaving like animals, but I didn’t care. I had basic needs and desires, and right now, Lee and Andy were doing an amazing job of satisfy
ing them.

  “You good to go?” Lee asked, propping up on his arms high above me.

  “Yes,” I gasped, feeling the head of his cock grazing the inside of my thigh. He went to shove in but missed. We both jerked. I reached down and wrapped my palm around his shaft, gave it a slight squeeze and flicked my thumb over the silky smooth head.

  He groaned and a drop of pre-cum oozed from his slit. I scooped it onto my index finger and brought it to my mouth. I looked into his pale eyes, poked out the tip of my tongue and slowly stroked it along the length of my finger, being sure to catch his salty drip on the end and balance it for him to see before drawing it into my mouth.

  “Stamina is usually my fucking strong point,” he muttered, his attention glued to my mouth “But, damn, that’s it gone.”

  He curled his hips under and forged into me. This time, he didn’t miss. He slammed as deep as he could go on the very first thrust.

  A cry left my mouth and mixed with the sound of the storm outside. I was freshly stretched, but still the invasion was deliciously uncomfortable.

  “Okay, baby,” Andy said, turning my face to his. “Catch another one. Come again with Lee.” He let go of the nipple he’d been twirling and reached into my pubes.

  Lee was slamming into me, shifting me up and down on the slippery material, but Andy still managed to palm my mound and drag the flesh upwards, exposing my clit from its hood and leaving it open and vulnerable to Lee’s pubis as he fucked me like there was no tomorrow for any of us.

  “Oh, God.” I squirmed and shut my eyes. “It’s too much.”

  “It’s never too much,” Andy said fiercely. “Go with it. Do everything to the max.”

  “No… I can’t.” I pushed at Lee’s shoulders and tried to shift his position, but it was useless. It was like trying to move a slab of concrete.

  “You have to push yourself, go with it. I promise it’ll be all good,” Andy encouraged.

  “No.” My head thrashed from side to side as overwhelming sensations took over.

  “Look at me, Sapphire,” Andy’s voice was stern as his other hand caught my chin. “Look at me. God damn it, look at me, woman!”

  I managed to open my eyes. His were only an inch from mine. Steely and determined, he gazed at me, not taking his hand away from the base of my stomach as Lee carried on his thrusting. “I want to watch you come,” he said quietly but firmly. “Lee got to watch you. Now it’s my turn. Keep your eyes open and come for me, Sapphire.”

  I wanted to screw up my eyes, become lost in the barrage of flashes and fireworks I knew would be waiting to explode behind their lids. But I didn’t. I kept them wide and fixed on Andy’s crystal clear focus.

  He didn’t blink, and neither did I.

  “Oh, yes. Fuck yes,” Lee murmured as his body braced above me. “Come, baby.”

  Andy snapped a look at his brother’s face and then said to me. “Come for us… now.”

  Lee was buried deep inside me, his shaft massaging my G-spot and his pubis rocking against my defenseless clit. It was too much to control when I was so aroused and stimulated already.

  I let it out. I came.

  “Eyes, keep them open,” Andy said as my lids squeezed together. “Open.”

  I forced my eyelids back and stared into Andy’s curious, lust-filled gaze as my womb went into another series of deeply satisfying spasms. My clit was pulsing, dragging downwards and celebrating its harsh treatment. My vagina was gripping Lee like it would never let him go.

  “That’s it,” Andy said, his lips hovering on mine. “Let me see into your soul. Let me see the real Sapphire Makepeace.”

  I grabbed for the side of his head and dragged him in for a wide open-mouthed kiss, keeping my focus on his as Lee ground out his pleasure. I felt his semen flood my body and mix with his brother’s. His dick twitched inside me over and over.

  And then we were all still.

  Silent.

  I suddenly felt boneless and weak.

  Andy pulled his mouth from mine and offered a lopsided smile as he lifted his hand out of the sleeping bag. “You okay?” He smoothed my wild hair from my face as the sweet smell of sex swirled upwards.

  I couldn’t even bring myself to speak. I was wrecked and helpless. High on satisfaction.

  “Hey,” Lee said, dropping down to his elbows with his cock still lodged deep within me. “Sapphire?” He looked worried. “Are you okay?”

  I placed my hand on his angular cheekbone then did the same to Andy’s. Studied one brother then the other. “I’m just a bit…” I said, tugging at my bottom lip. “Hot.” I glanced at a bead of sweat gathered in my cleavage and grinned as they both followed my line of sight.

  The storm raged for another thirty-six hours, battering our brave little tent with snow and trying desperately to shake the pegs from their holes. We stayed safely tucked inside. We were hot and cold, sexy and messy, and more than able to entertain ourselves during those long, uncertain hours in cramped conditions.

  Finally Lee opened the tent to discover a brilliant, blue sky. I was half happy, half sad. My naked time with the Driver brothers had come to an end as abruptly as the storm had departed.

  We climbed two more days to fulfill sponsorship requirements then made a quick, uneventful descent.

  At base camp’s more sensible altitude, we were greeted by hordes of die-hard paparazzi. A fabulous bed of flowers had been laid as a makeshift grave for me. Notes of sadness and love from fans and elaborate bouquets of lilies and orchids were spread about. It was nice to be able to see my own funeral messages and blooms. Not many people get the chance.

  Dean was there, of course, and as the three of us came into view, he burst out of the crowd and swept me into his arms, kissing me over and over. The press went wild, the flashes frantic. The photos of our reunion hit front pages on every newspaper in the world.

  By the time he released me and I turned to Lee and Andy, they were gone. They’d mingled with well wishers and journalists before, no doubt, heading off for the next adrenaline rush.

  I never saw their faces again.

  Dean took me to a five star hotel in the Bahamas for a whole month to recover from my ordeal. He ran me baths, washed and dried my hair, ordered me manicures and pedicures. He fed me caviar, poured me champagne, made love to me so slowly and sweetly every night that I knew I would never leave him again.

  Nine months later Leanne was born. Our only child.

  A sudden dip on the bed jolted me from my dreamy memories. I opened my eyes and saw Leanne smiling gently at me, her familiar ice blue irises flashing in amusement at my wonky glasses.

  “Morning, Mum,” she said, holding out a delicate cup and saucer.

  “Leanne,” I said through a hoarse throat. “You’re early.” I reached for the tea to wet my mouth.

  “Only an hour early. I’m still jet lagged, keep waking up at odd hours.” She reached for the scrapbook. “Looking at this again?”

  “Just thinking about my charity work.” I changed the subject. “Why are you jet lagged?”

  “Remember, from my hiking trip to the Alps last week? I took the kids from the refuge. I’ve only been back three days. Can’t cope with the changing time zones the way I used to.”

  “Oh, yes.” I remembered now. Leanne had been away the week before, climbing in Europe. No, she scolded for calling it that these days. She was too old to climb, she said, but she still liked to hike in the mountains. Still claimed to be at her happiest when she was high and free, scrabbling around like a little mountain goat.

  I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips, grateful that she’d come back safely again. Despite my worries over the years, I’d never stopped her going off on wild adventures. The mountains, and the hunt for adrenaline thrills was, after all, in her blood, in the very core of her genetic makeup and there was nothing I could do to change it.

  Making Shapes

  “I’m coming.”

  “No, hold off.”

  “I
can’t.”

  “Just a few more seconds.”

  “Shit, it’s too much.”

  “Try, otherwise we’ll have to start over.” I looked up at Theo Horton’s face hanging over the side of my custom-made bench. His thick black eyebrows had knotted over his scrunched eyes and his teeth tugged at his bottom lip. “It’s nearly done,” I encouraged. “It’s quick setting this stuff, just think about your Gran knitting or something.”

  A muscle flexed in his cheek and his fingers paled as he gripped the white padding just inches from my upturned face.

  I braced under the weight of the seaweed-based moulding paste I’d positioned against his erect cock poking through a hole in the bench. The bucket had to be kept dead still to get a perfect cast of his penis, and much as it would be a perk of my unusual job to witness his pleasure, I knew from experience a shot of cum in the mold would distort the end result and we’d be back at square one, redoing his cast.

  I studied the clock above the closed door to the shop front. I waited fifteen seconds and then said, “Time. Pull slowly up from the bench in a straight line.”

  “Thank fuck for that.” He lifted his hips upwards, opened his eyes and fixed his brooding, somewhat glazed focus on mine. “Oh, shit.” He suddenly winced and scrabbled to face the shelves containing body molds at various stages of completion. His broad shoulders hunched and he grabbed his dick as a violent shudder snaked up his spine.

  I clutched the bucket to my chest and straightened from my squat position under the bench. My ears pricked with delight as his deep grunt filled the studio. He tried to internalize a moan but he was a big, testosterone-fuelled man and there was nothing he could do to stop even harnessed pleasure rattling like an echo around the room.

  “Why did you look at me like that?” he muttered, grabbing a handful of the tissues I kept next to the bench.

  “Like what?” My heart rate was racing so loud I was sure he’d be able to hear it.

  “All pretty and girly.” He didn’t look at me as he wiped himself clean. “Shit, that never happens.” He stood and tucked his still impressively big penis into his boxers and pulled up his jeans. “I’m usually in perfect control.”