Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology)

by Lily Harlem

  He caught my cheek in his palm. “If I tell you that you sucking me off here, outside, will double the thrill, how will that make you feel, baby?”

  Oh, fuck, double the thrill!

  I ran my hand down his chest, over his abdomen and felt a shiver run through his tense flesh. “That makes me feel like I ought to get straight to work.” I smiled sexily and tilted my eyebrows. “So hand me that voucher.”

  He grinned and offered it forward.

  I took it, folded it into my back pocket and gave the meadow one last sweep. Still no one. “So you’ve picked the wherever and whenever, tell me how.”

  “Like this.” He gripped my shoulders and switched our places, so his back was against the tree and I faced him. “And… and I want to hold your head, tight, guide you.”

  Oh, my God, really!

  Despite his bad-boy-biker looks, he’d always been so passive when I’d performed oral sex on him. “Er, okay.”

  He took on an expression of determination, set his lips tight as though words were stalling in his mouth.

  “What?” I asked.

  “And I want you to swallow.”

  I hadn’t done that in a while, preferring to climb on top of him and come together, but it wasn’t a deal breaker, in fact it would be a treat. “Okay.”

  A thin sheen of sweat sat on his brow. I noticed a drip about to trickle down his temple. With the tip of my index finger I caught it. Sweat was popping on my own body. I wanted his cock now. I’d been waiting for this moment for days.

  He exerted steady, strong pressure on my shoulders and forced me down. I folded my knees onto the grassy carpet and set to work on his fly buttons. They were hard to manoeuver, his cock so swollen there was barely the scrap of give needed to undo them.

  “Ah, baby,” he groaned. “You have no idea how hot I’ve been for this since you gave me the voucher.”

  Desire besieged me. This was about so much more than a blow job. It was us extending our foreplay, making things exciting again. Just as I’d planned.

  “Even at work?”

  “Yeah, I kept looking at it, then cursing myself for getting hard on site. The guys would have ribbed the shit out of me.”

  A lovely warm glow poured through me, a mixture of triumph and smugness. I understood what he meant about the expectation of this moment. It was delicious. And now, to be doing it outside. How wild and daring were we?

  As soon as his cock was free and his shaft lay hotly in my palm, he threaded his fingers into my hair and held my head tight, over my ears.

  I tensed. For a moment I wondered about objecting. I wouldn’t be able to hear if someone was approaching. I wouldn’t be able to pull back if he rode in too deep. But I quickly dismissed that idea. Someone would see me felating my husband long before we saw them, maybe they would even get off on it, stop awhile and watch, unable to believe their eyes at our daring.

  “Ah, yeah, fuck, I’m so hard it hurts,” he said on a groan.

  I poked out my tongue and licked his slit. Probed deep until it stretched a little around the tip and I got the full-on taste of his cock. While I did so I looked up, watched his lips pull tight and his eyes become stormy. His hair had flopped forward now, framing his handsome face.

  He tightened his grip on my head, tipped me closer. I stretched my mouth wide and he sank between my lips.

  I breathed deep and let his unique, raw-male scent and taste fill my senses. With equal force he pulled me back so just the tip of his cock sat on my tongue and then he drove in again. Not frantic and deep, just far enough so his slit skimmed over my palate and tickled the back of my throat, right before my gag.

  “Oh, God, I’m not going to last long,” he said, shifting his hips in synchrony with the forced movements of my head.

  The sensation of having my head moved as an object felt a little stiff and awkward, so I relaxed my neck, held onto his hips and let him be in total control of my mouth, my face, my head. Instantly I felt better. We became one, me a vessel for pleasure, Jake a boiling mass of need preparing to erupt.

  I sucked and laved, found the thick, twisting vein that graced the underside of his shaft and smoothed my tongue over it. He liked that, he’d told me once it was supersensitive.

  Jake groaned low and deep and curled his fingertips almost harshly into my scalp. A shot of lust seared down my spine straight to my pussy and I felt myself getting wet. He’d never held me so firmly. Jake only ever touched me with care and respect. It was utterly new to have allowed him to dominate me this way.

  Riding high on a plethora of exciting emotions, not to mention eager to please, I sought out his balls. They were tight and packed into his body. He was close to climax.

  I rolled them gently in my palm, cupping and squeezing with only a small amount of pressure.

  “Ah, yeah, fuck you look so hot on your knees, sucking me, out here, in the meadow.”

  Of course I couldn’t answer. I was dragging in breaths when I could. Saliva was spreading on my chin and my mouth chock-full when he sank to maximum depth.

  I was vaguely aware of the blackbird calling again and hoped it wasn’t chirping a warning about someone approaching. Though somehow, being discovered didn’t bother me now. I was too engrossed in my task, too surrendered to Jake. It was his responsibility—he’d sank me to my knees and slid his cock into my mouth. That feeling of surrendering responsibility was sublime and erotic, not to mention my clit was swelling against my denim shorts, the seam pushing just the right on my supersensitive place.

  His breaths were ragged and harsh, his body tense. The root of his cock was at maximum girth, and when it hit my mouth it filled me so much my jaw complained.

  I eased the tip of my index finger behind his balls, applied pressure to the smooth stretch of skin that sat between his sac and his anus.

  “Ah, fuck. That’s it. Get ready to swallow.” His spoke in a series of desperate barks. Jerked his hips, and dug his fingers in deeper.

  I held my breath. His cock swelled and he seated himself as deep as he could go.

  A moment of panic claimed me. He’d pushed me to my limit. I couldn’t take anymore. I held my breath, stared at his wiry, dark brown pubic hair and willed myself calm.

  “Oh, yeah, fuck, here… it… is.”

  The surge of fluid erupting rumbled over my tongue as it shot up his shaft, a wave of expansion that overflowed and burst forth into my throat.

  “Ah, baby, swallow, swallow,” he shouted.

  I did. I had no choice. He was lodged in my mouth and swallowing was my only option. But it felt so good. I was taking what he was giving me. And the way his pleasure-soaked cry had just echoed around the branches above us was enough to give me a mini climax. My pussy quivered and my clit sent shivers of pleasure radiating outward.

  “Ah, baby, yeah.” He kept a firm hold of my head, pulled out his cock and dropped to his knees in front of me. More of a collapse than a sitting down. He was struggling to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his nostrils flaring. “Fuck that was awesome. Like the best blow job in the history of the world, ever.”

  My breaths were also coming in short, sharp pants. Small waves of bliss making my stomach clench and my skin tingle. “Glad you enjoyed.”

  “Bloody amazing.” He slanted his lips over mine and kissed me hungrily, deeply. I knew he would taste his cum on my tongue, the same way I tasted myself when he’d feasted on my pussy and kissed me afterwards.

  Eventually he moved away. His cheeks had flushed and his hair hung like damp black fingers around his face.

  “So,” he said, a cocky grin playing with his lips, “what other vouchers have you got in that book of yours? I think it’s time for me to promise you something.”

  “I Promise to Surrender”

  Jake and I had been playing a wickedly sexy game. The erotic favour vouchers I’d found lurking in my knicker drawer were proving to be just what we needed to add a little more spice to our bedroom antics.

/>   Though who was I kidding? A little more spice? It was a huge, colossal amount of chilli-hot spice and to date our vouchers had been redeemed a total of three times outside of the bedroom including an amazing blow job experience beneath an oak tree.

  I hugged my arms around my waist and looked at the booklet of vouchers lying on the bed. It was Jake’s turn to give me one. Choose something that he promised to do and let me pick the where and when.

  Yesterday I’d flicked through the book. There were about half left. We’d used up the more sedate ones; a massage, dinner out, foot rub, him giving me oral sex—that had been nice over the kitchen table as dessert. The vouchers left were more exotic. A little more of an acquired taste, so to speak. I wondered what he’d pick. What would float his boat?

  “Hey, baby.” Jake walked into the bedroom, a towel wrapped round his lean waist and his hair mussed and damp from the shower. “Are you’re waiting to see what treat I’ll give you?”

  I tugged my gaze from the delectable smudge of body hair that sat over his sternum. The strands led a thin trail down to his navel then thickened as they dipped into the towel. Looking at Jake, devouring him with my eyes was something I would never tire of. For too many years I’d pretended to just be his friend, nothing more, waiting for him to get over Marie and notice that I was there, ready and willing.

  Finally he had, and now ogling the prime specimen of a man before me was perfectly acceptable and legitimate because he was my husband. Luckily he seemed to find me, standing naked by the bed, just as pleasing a sight.

  “There’s not many left,” I said, slipping under the covers.

  The cool sheets were welcome on my hot skin. For some reason I was nervous about which voucher Jake would choose. He’d surprised me lately with a surfacing dominant streak. I liked it, a lot. But I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to go with it and he was so damn big and strong. I couldn’t help but wonder what lurked beneath the surface of his gentle giant nature.

  He dropped the towel to the floor. His cock was semi-erect. “I have a good idea which one,” he said, giving me a maddeningly cheek grin.

  I pulled the duvet up to just above my breasts and handed him the book.

  “Mmm,” he said, fiddling with the silver bar that pierced his left eyebrow. “What’s it going to be?” He flicked the book open.

  Pole Dance.

  “That might require some advance preparation,” he said.

  “Yeah, like structural work.”

  “This cottage has been here one hundred and fifty years. I don’t think you spinning around a pole attached to the beams will pull it down.”

  “With these hips, you never know.” I giggled and realised too late it was a nervous giggle.

  Jake knew me too well. He caught my gaze and licked his bottom lip. He was enjoying having me ruffled. I could tell. Hell, I was enjoying being off-kilter. It was a damn sight more exciting than always knowing what was around the corner.

  “You know full well there is nothing wrong with your very fine hips,” he said and dropped his attention over my body, as though seeing me through the covers. “Mmm, but back to the matter at hand.” He resumed flicking through the booklet. Skimmed past anal sex, a good cropping, manicure and pedicure, breakfast in bed, an hour as a slave, exhibitionism, blind seduction and several others I didn’t catch.

  “Here we go,” he said, tipping the book so I couldn’t see what he’d landed on.

  “Jake,” I whined, stretching to look.

  “Ah, ah, no, no, wait and see.” He held it aloft and tore the voucher free.

  My heart pounded, and my nipples were tight just from anticipation. What was written on the slip of paper? I couldn’t remember now what I’d missed when he’d flicked through it.

  “Here,” he said, holding it out, upside down. “But first you must promise to uphold the rules of the voucher.”

  “Of course.”

  “You will present me with it.” He grinned. “Sooner rather than later.”

  “Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a treat for you more than it is me?”

  He creased his brow and shook his head. “No, not at all. At least I hope it will be mutual pleasure.”

  He looked so worried, with his eyes narrowed and his lips a tight line that I reached forward and kissed him. “Okay,” I said, breathing in his fresh, soapy, just-showered scent. “Let’s see.” I turned the voucher over.

  A good spanking

  My stomach clenched, and I swear my butt cheeks actually tingled. Spank! Jake wanted to spank me, or at least I presumed it was that way round and not that he wanted me to spank him.

  God, what if that was it? Could I spank Jake’s hot, tight arse? Whack him until he came? I wasn’t sure if I could.

  “Say something, Cassie,” Jake whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “Please.”

  “You want to spank me?” I kept staring at the word spank. Just the sound of it in my head made me think of stings and slaps, wallops and thwacks. My body was buzzing at the thought of it, there was no denying that. But I couldn’t quite pinpoint my overwhelming emotion. Was it excitement, surprise, horror or desire?

  “Well I’m hardly going to expect you to spank me, am I?”

  “I don’t know.” I shook my head. “Maybe.”

  He caught my chin and turned me to face him. “Cassie, I have loved exploring this new depth of our sex lives with these promises. I hope you have too.”

  “Yes, absolutely. I feel…” I hesitated. “Closer to you than ever before.”

  “Good, because that’s how I feel. Like we’ve really peeled back the layers of ourselves.”

  “Yes, and peeled back the duvet.” I stared down at it. “We had become stuck in a bit of a rut doing it in the dark twice a week beneath the covers.”

  “I’m not complaining about any of those times we made love.” He leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose. “They were all perfect, because I was with you.”

  My heart swelled and I thought it might burst with the love I felt for Jake. He really was my soul mate, the love of my life, and when he said things like that it made me want to cry with joy.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, alarm crossing his face. “We don’t have to do it. It’s just a silly voucher. Cassie, don’t cry.”

  I dashed away a drip of moisture that had broken the banks of my right eyelid. “No, it’s not that. I just love you so much.”

  His features relaxed, the lines in his forehead dissipating. “And I love you too, but you know that.”

  “It’s still nice to hear you say it.”

  “I’ll go shout it from every mountain if you want me to.”

  I giggled. “Might be a little over the top.”

  He smiled then his face fell serious again. He fingered the voucher. “So what do you say? Will you accept this?”

  I stared at it again. Heard Jake’s breathing. He was anxious. He’d put himself on the line with this one, set himself up to be made vulnerable, laughed at, even. It was something he wanted but had no idea if I would too.

  The answer came to me in a rush of excited nervousness. I couldn’t deny Jake. Ever. “Yes. I will.”

  His shoulders dropped and I realised how tense he’d been waiting for my answer. “You will?”

  “Yes.”

  “But you seemed so shocked. Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because when you’ve been all determined and taken control over things, you know, lately, with these vouchers.” I was gabbling. “Like in the meadow when you held my head, fucked my mouth and you were so…”

  “Dominant?”

  “Yes, dominant.” I nodded.

  “You liked it?” A slow smile was spreading on his face.

  “Yes. Letting you take absolute control of me, of sex, it was strange, almost…” I struggled to find the right word. “Almost liberating.”

  “Giving up responsibility and handing yourself over to another p
erson can be very powerful. It is also a great responsibility for me to not hurt you in a bad way.”

  “I know you wouldn’t do that.”

  “I wouldn’t forgive myself if I did. But this.” He pointed to the voucher. “I think might just work. If you trust me.”

  My body was humming. Little fissions of desire shooting through me. Talking about spanking, imagining Jake’s hand coming down on my arse was turning me on. The thought of being over his knee, butt cheeks in the air, all exposed and vulnerable had moisture seeping from my pussy. It was then I realised one major thing. I didn’t want to wait for this promise to be fulfilled. I wanted it now. While I was excited, in the mood and curious as hell to know what it would be like.

  “Here,” I said, giving him the voucher.

  His face dropped. “Have you changed your mind?”

  “No, not at all.” I ran my tongue over my lips and gums, my mouth suddenly dry. “I want my promise now.”

  “You do?”

  I leaned into him, pressed my breasts against his chest. “Yeah, spank me, fuck me, do whatever the hell you want with me.”

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he said hoarsely before capturing my mouth in a heated kiss.

  Next thing I knew I was on my back, Jake’s weight over me and his cock nudging at my entrance.

  “God, you’re wet already,” he groaned, slipping his cock into my pussy.

  “I want you,” I said, reaching down and gripping his buttocks. They were solid orbs of muscle, tense and primed for action. “So much.”

  He forged in, releasing a long, guttural groan as he did so. I gasped and revelled in the erotic nip of pain at being stretched and invaded so quickly. It felt heavenly, and somewhere in the recess of my mind I wondered if this was the type of sensual pain a spank would bring. Hot and dark, sharp and searing and enough to make me scrunch my toes up tight.

  “Ah, yeah,” he said as his balls nestled up against my arse. “So fucking good. Are you ready for it?”

  “Yes, yes.” My clit was crying out for movement. For him to do that thing with his hips he was so damn good at and that never failed to take me on a wild ride to orgasm.