Night Time Rendez-Vous: 3 sizzling novellas that will keep you up all night

by Eddie Cleveland

  “I love it all. It was such a fun time, you know? Well, I mean, I was just a kid so I don’t remember all the politics and stuff like that. But, there’s just so much upbeat and happy music that came from that time. So many classic movies. And, who could ever forget the hair, right?” I brush my fingers through my crimped locks and they tangle up. I can’t help but laugh. Smooth, Melody.

  Chris laughs too, but not at me. Not like those jerks he dealt with at the park. Damn that was hot, watching him stand up for me. My pussy clenches and my breathing grows quick and shallow just thinking about it.

  “Turn right up here,” I point to the sign ahead.

  “Sure,” Chris flashes me a grin and I can’t help but return it. I’ve never felt so instantly comfortable around anyone before. Like I’ve met someone who gets me, even though we barely know anything about each other.

  Chris navigates the road that winds up into a gravel, twisting path that’s just wide enough for the one car.

  “Ugh, where does this lead?” He doesn’t move his eyes off the bumpy road as the streetlights disappear behind us.

  “You’ll love it, I swear,” I hold my hand over my heart and purposely don’t answer his question. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.

  As he slowly brings the car to the summit, it becomes clear why I chose this spot. Soon, Chris and I are dead silent as we look down onto the twinkling lights of the city below. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I look at him.

  “No, it’s great. But you’re beautiful,” his voice is thick and my nipples grow taut as his words wrap around me like a blanket.

  My blanket!

  “Hey, how about we go look outside, you’ve gotta see the stars from up here. It’s crazy.” I don’t wait for him to answer, not that he’s arguing.

  Grabbing the blanket, I unbuckle my seatbelt and go outside. My feet crunch in the rocks and dirt as I meet him in front of the car.

  “We could lay this on the ground and look for shooting stars,” I hold up the tattered quilt.

  “Nah, I’ve got a better idea,” he gently grabs it from my hand and spreads it out over the hood of his car. Chris climbs up easily and holds out his hand to me.

  I grab it and he helps me slide up beside him. It feels so natural to lie my head on his arm. Around us, we can hear nature’s music of crickets chirping a sweet song and we lay back against the windshield and stare up into the night sky.

  “I never imagined my night would go this way,” his voice is distant, like he’s deep in thought.

  “Me neither,” I admit. “I couldn’t have imagined a night this amazing,” I confess.

  “Sometimes, it just feels like things are meant to be, you know?” He asks dreamily. “Like, if you hadn’t been stood up tonight and my night didn’t fall apart, I never would’ve met you. If just one thing would’ve gone right for us tonight, the way it was planned, then we would’ve been stuck with the wrong outcome for a long time.”

  “I like that,” I muse, smiling over at him. “Because it went so wrong, it ended up so right.”

  “Exactly,” Chris leans over me and looks down at my lips hungrily. I want to taste his kiss so bad, but I love how he drags it out. How he waits until I’m begging him with my eyes to finally press his lips into mine. This time, I can feel the urgency on his tongue. Chris runs his hand over my body, sliding it up under my dress, his fingers brush over my underwear and my pussy clenches with desire.

  “I want to kiss all of you, Melody,” he murmurs.

  Before I have a chance to do anything more than nod, Chris slides off the hood of the car and wraps his hands around each of my ankles. Giving me a yank, I slide easily on the blanket to the edge of the hood and squeal with delight as he easily maneuvers me.

  Damn he’s sexy.

  Chris locks his eyes on mine and lowers his head between my legs. His fingers push the hem of my dress up and over my thick thighs until my panties are exposed. He drops his head over my pussy and blows his hot breath over me, then breathes in deep, like he can’t get enough of my natural perfume.

  I squirm with anticipation under him as he slowly drags his fingers under the edge of my underwear and I lift my hips as he guides them down over my plump ass and down still until they’re hanging off one foot.

  Chris licks his lips like he’s about to savor the most delicious dessert and brings them down onto mine. His tongue delves into my mound and I cry out at the immediate pleasure he brings to me.

  Expertly, he swirls his tongue over my clit and I throw my arms up over my head and arch my back. He licks along the inside of my lips before plunging his tongue deep into my center and then slowly sliding it back to my sensitive nub again.

  I cry out, moaning into the night, competing with the crickets and the faded noise of the city below for the attention of the moon above. Damn, his tongue game is amazing!

  I twist my hips; my thighs quiver and my body tenses uncontrollably as Chris makes the noises pouring from my lips grow louder and less restrained. Soon I’m just shaking and slurring a bunch of incoherent sounds as Chris sucks on my clit and drives me to the edge.

  “Uhhh!” I yell to the night and shudder as my orgasm crashes over me in powerful waves. My breathing is quick and tiny pinpricks of sweat break out along my hairline as I try to get my body to listen to me instead of melting on the hood of Chris’s car.

  I need a minute.

  Chapter 5 - Chris

  Melody throws her gloved hands over her eyes and breathes in deep. At first, I’m nervous that she’s crying. I’ve heard some women get so overwhelmed from cumming that they choke up. Instead, she drops her hands from her face and looks down at me with a flicker in her eyes.

  “That felt amazing,” she smiles.

  “Good,” I smirk back. “Now get down here,” I give her feet a tug and she slides over the curve of the car on the blanket toward me.

  I don’t let her fall off the edge, I help her down to her feet and weave my fingers into her hair as I pull her in for another kiss.

  “I want you,” I growl in her ear.

  She nods and looks down at the bulge in my jeans, biting her lip. “Fuck!”

  “What?” She looks back up at me, startled.

  “I don’t have a condom.” I frown. I’ve never been the kind of guy to carry them around in his wallet. I guess I should start.

  “I have one, just a sec,” I watch her sexy, full ass sway from side to side as she quickly opens the passenger door and grabs a condom from her purse.

  She holds it out to me, awkwardly and I almost grab it. But not this Chris. The old Chris, the guy who would’ve never stood up to those guys at the park? Sure, he would just quickly fumble around with the condom. This Chris? No way.

  “Put it on my cock,” I demand, “with your mouth.”

  Her eyes grow wide but I can see she likes it. Melody slides to her knees and frees my cock from my pants. The wrapper crinkles as she pulls out the condom and sucks the tip in past her lips. I push on the back of her head as she positions her mouth over me, grabbing a fistful of hair, I help guide her lips and the condom over my length.

  Fuck, even with latex between us, she still feels amazing.

  “Stand up and bend over the car,” I help her find her footing and she does as she’s told. She bites her lips and looks over her shoulder at me as I throw her dress back up over her ass and rub the head of my dick in her juices.

  “You want this, Melody?” I tease her with the head.

  She nods.

  “You have to say it, tell me what you want.” I push her down against the warm metal of my car.

  “I need you inside me,” she purrs.

  I plunge my thick cock into her sweet, tight pussy and grunt as I bottom out inside her, burying myself until my hips hit her ass.

  Melody twists back, grinding herself into me and I hold her tight. Grabbing her hips with both hands, I fuck her hard and fast. Taking her with deep, furious strokes until she’s making those sexy noises ag
ain. The ones that nearly drove me insane while I ate her out.

  “Oh, Chris. Fuck that feels good!”

  “Mmmm, you feel amazing.” I dig my fingers into her flesh and fuck her faster. My cock twitches and a rush of bliss races through me as I spill my cum into the condom between us.

  Melody cries out, arching her back and lifting her large tits off the car as her pussy contracts and squeezes around me.

  For a moment, we don’t move, except for our panting, we’re statues. Her lying flat on the hood of my car and me holding her ass cheeks behind her.

  I pull out and get the condom off without spilling it and tie it off at the end. I yank up my pants and quickly find an old grocery bag in the back of the car to throw it into. By the time I’m done, Melody is standing tall with a glow on her cheeks and a twinkle brighter than the stars above in her eyes.

  “That was amazing,” she smiles up at me as I walk her to her side of the car and open the door.

  “I’d like it if this wasn’t a one-time thing,” I confess, realizing for the first time that might very well be her plan.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” her eyes shine up at me and I tenderly kiss her beautiful lips.

  Nice guys finish last. The phrase that’s been thrown in my face my entire life pops up in my brain. Well, judging from the smile on this beautiful woman’s face, I’d say that’s a pretty good thing. I’ll gladly take last place if Melody is my prize.

  THE END

  4

  Read Between the Lines

  Chapter 1 - Ally

  He sits down in the chair I just left and pulls me toward him. “Lie across my knees, Samantha, I’m going to spank you,” he demands, his voice ragged.

  Um. What? I mean, I’m up for some spanking in bed as much as the next girl, but being put over my boss’s knee? That’s just… hot. I do as I’m told and feel the rigid outline of his thick cock pressing up against my belly as I try to get into a comfortable position across his lap.

  He tugs my skirt up over my shapely ass and rubs his hand over my bottom. I flinch as I wait, but at the same time I’m excited to feel his hand come down on my flesh. I’m excited to be spanked. Mr. Rosewood’s fingertips slide under the edge of my panties and he tugs them down over my ass and down my legs stopping just above my knees, leaving them holding my legs together like a thin, fabric restraint.

  He slaps one cheek, then the other, then back to the first. His paddling is quick and merciless, not like the spaced out, deliberate strikes I’ve experienced for fun in bed. He means business. I moan as the unexpected pain mixed with pleasure billows in my body, I want him to keep going, to slap me harder.

  Be careful what you wish for. His smacks start to sting my flesh as he rains down more strikes. It’s starting to really hurt and I can’t help but squirm as tears start to form in the corners of my eyes. He stops, pulling me off his lap, leaving me on the floor on my knees as he stands up in front of me.

  “Is this what you want?” He unzips his pants, pulling his heavy, hard girth from his underwear in front of my mouth.

  I lick my lips hungrily, “Yes, Sir.”

  My heartbeat flutters and I bite down hard on my lip as I read the passage. It’s like my eyes can’t move fast enough across my Kindle. Like my mind can’t absorb the words quickly enough.

  “Excuse me? Are you feeling okay?” The nosy man in the seat on the plane next to me interrupts my sexy scene.

  “Of course I’m okay, why?” I focus on his furrowed eyebrows and tilt my screen closer to my chest to prevent him from stealing a peek at the words I’m beta reading.

  The middle aged, balding man looks hard at my Kindle and then at me, from the judging look in his eyes, I’m guessing he’s already scanned the passage and he doesn’t approve. Heat flushes my cheeks at the thought of this complete stranger lurking next to me. Watching me get turned on by Gabriel’s hot spanking scene.

  “Nothing, you were just making noises and turning pink. I wanted to make sure you weren’t having a stroke or something,” his lips upturn smugly, like he’s waiting for me to die of shame. Like he’s just called checkmate.

  “No, no stroke here. Just reading a story that makes Fifty Shades look like your Nana’s inspirational romance. I’ll try to keep it down, but no promises,” I wink and watch as the nosy stranger turns fifty shades of his own. All of them red.

  To hell with that guy, I glance down at my kindle. It shut itself off and went into sleep mode. I flick the button on the side to wake it back up, I can’t stop reading now. I have a book to beta.

  However, I know that it has nothing really to do with that. I love helping Gabriel put out the best sizzling romances he can, I love being a part of each new release, but more than that, I’m totally head over heels for his stories. If he never let me beta read for him again, I know I’d still read every single thing he publishes. There’s just something about how he paints a picture. How he lets me escape my day-to-day and just live inside the characters for a few hours.

  I can’t believe I’m actually going to meet him! I have to force myself to supress a squeal that has nothing to do with the sexy scene waiting for me to finish with it. I’ve never been on a real vacation in my life. The closest I’ve come is traveling around nearby towns for softball tournaments in the summer.

  Leave it to me to go big on my first real vacation. I’m only hours away from landing in Fort Lauderdale where I’ll be boarding the Romance and Erotica Book Signing Cruise. For the first time, I’m going to come face to face with Gabriel. I only hope I don’t chicken out when I see him. I want to tell him how much his books mean to me. How much joy they’ve given me over the years, and not just with my battery-operated boyfriend, or Bob, as I like to call him.

  I push down the frantic butterflies in my stomach. This isn’t something to worry about, Abby, I scold myself. This is exciting.

  I look back down to my Kindle Paperwhite and smile. It is exciting and I am looking forward to it. However, right now, in this moment, there’s nothing more exciting than the remaining words in this chapter.

  Chapter 2 - Gabriel

  “Who am I making this out to?” I hover my pen over the page of my book. I don’t bother trying to look up at the person standing in front of me because I know I can’t see them. Somehow, despite the fact that this cruise ship can sail in any direction, it’s managed to set a course that lets the sun shine directly into my eyes like an interrogator’s spotlight. Every time I try to smile up at one of my readers who have been gracious enough to support my work and want my signature, I end up squinting at them like I’m in pain.

  “Hi Gabriel,” the voice is sultry and sweet. I immediately know who owns the silhouette standing before me, even though I’ve never heard her speak before. It’s as if my very DNA recognizes her tone. Like someone I knew and loved in a past life has finally reunited with me in the present.

  I cup my hands over my eyes like the brim of a baseball cap and look up at her. She’s beautiful. And not just because the sun has formed a perfect halo around her, making her look like an angel.

  I stand up, “Hi Ally. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” my voice creaks like a rusty door hinge and I quickly grab a swig of water. Damn my throat for betraying my nerves.

  Now that we’re face to face, I can make out her features, and let me tell you, my eyes are taking their time doing just that. Her brown eyes are shimmering under her violet framed glasses. Every time she blinks her incredibly long, dark eyelashes at me my heart flutters in unison.

  I don’t want to look like a perv, so I try not to let my eyes travel over her body. I try not to notice the way her t-shirt hugs her large breasts. I try not to pay attention to her cute belly or the flare of her large hips. I definitely try not to stare at her perfect, plump ass. Even if it is the roundest, most spankable bubble butt I’ve ever seen.

  Instead, I force myself to stay focused on her eyes, not that it’s a challenge. I can easily get lost in the warmth and kindness I s
ee in them. I feel like I’ve met her before, and I suppose I have, however, knowing someone online is never quite the same as meeting them in person.

  “You look much different than your avatar,” I tease her.

  “You mean the fluffy kitten in a hat?” She smiles.

  Damn, that smile. I may need a minute.

  “Yeah, that’s the one, I can’t believe after all this time, I’ve never seen your face.” My voice has recovered from its previous shock, coming out deep and rich.

  “I guess I’m a bit self-conscious,” she shrugs.

  “Of what?” I don’t mean to say it so loudly. Like she just shocked me with a cattle prod kind of loud. It’s just that I can’t imagine a woman so sexy being anything but proud of her appearance. This time I do let my eyes linger, I let them undress her, I let myself imagine her body unrestrained by clothes.

  I shake my head and smile. I need a shower. A cold one. And the relentless heat of the sun beating down on me has nothing to do with it.

  Ally looks down at her book shyly, but I can see her lips twinge up at the corners. “I absolutely loved this one, I mean, you know that, but I can’t tell you enough,” she slides the novel across the table, “could you sign it for me?”

  With the look she’s giving me, there’s no request I’d turn down. She could ask me to slay a sabretooth tiger and I’d research how to revive the species just to kill it off again.

  “Of course,” I grab my pen and open the cover, “I thought I sent you all my books signed already. How did I miss this one?” I flip the page and see that I did, indeed, already sign it.

  “You did,” she laughs nervously, “I was just hoping you could put another little message on it, since it’s my favorite of yours and I’m finally meeting you.”

  “Sure, of course,” I flip another page and scribble my words then sign my name with a flourish and hand it back to her closed.