Of Flesh and Skin - A Darker Erotic Collection

by R. T. Riley

  She wanted a cigarette and from the sounds of things the guy was still nowhere near finishing. Put simply, she was bored. She hated being bored, and that damn water spot was pissing her off. Planting her palms into the hair on his chest, she levered him sideways, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. He held his breath for a moment, then eased his arms behind his head, closing his eyes. She began to move her wrist, skin stroking skin, faster and faster. His breathing quickened, intermingled with moans, and she tightened her grasp, willing him on. He cried out as he came, emptying himself into her waiting fist.

  Nyssa scrambled from the bed, grabbed her purse and disappeared into the bathroom. Running hot water over her cum-soaked hands, she stared into the vacant eyes in the mirror, wishing the guy would just take the hint and just leave already. The sound of movement filtered through the thin wall as she sat down on the toilet, rummaging through the contents of the purse for her Marlboro’s and lighter. A non-smoking sign filled the space above the sink, its white surround stained yellow with nicotine. She looked at the thin white stick for a moment before lighting it, and sighed a thick stream of smoke towards the ceiling. Fuck it. The room was on his credit card anyway. A door slammed and she leant her head against the cold cheap tiles, listening. Apart from the tinny sound of urine on porcelain there was silence as she took another drag on the cigarette.

  The ache between her legs was still strong, raging as she pulled her dress on. According to the clock above the messed up bed she had twenty minutes before she was due back at her desk. Mindlessly, her fingers ran over the front of her panties, shivers of anticipation rippling through her abdomen with their touch. Even the sound of nails on silk was sending her mind into a heated frenzy, and these trysts were just exasperating the situation. She’d tried ignoring the urges to arrange these hotel rendezvous for as long as possible, but the need always became too much, the hope of sexual release smothering all reason. They all started and ended the same way. Yes, she questioned them beforehand and every one of them claimed to be adventurous, yet her fantasies seemed to be too much for these guys to handle. And yes, some had tried, but in the end they failed. The frustration was excruciating.

  She thought about masturbating at her desk again and fresh stabs of anticipation shot between her legs. Increasing the pressure of her fingers, she closed her eyes, remembering her boss. How he’d picked the point of near release to question some missing paperwork, how she’d pasted a smile on her face and held her breath as her fingers slid in and out of her wet slit beneath the desk. She’d barely been able to control herself that last time, and the orgasm, when it came, had been powerful enough to calm her inner-slut until home time. Decision made, she got dressed and rushed out of the hotel room.

  The elevator doors swished open, releasing Nyssa from the excruciating torture of pan-pipe melodies. She stepped past the other passengers and headed towards the doors. A suitcase caught her from behind, sending a sharp stab of pain through her ankle and she turned. The rich-bitch suitcase owner carried on walking, mobile phone glued to her ear, and Nyssa had her mouth open ready to spew a torrent of insults in the bitches direction when she spotted him. He was seated at the bar, his profile to her, but even from that distance she recognized him. It’d been years since they’d met on some random Rhine River cruise, but you don’t forget someone like him.

  She hobbled over to the bar entrance, willing James to look her direction. Just the memory of his touch was enough to fan the fire within her belly and her trembling legs struggled to hold her weight. He glanced up from his drink, but his gaze swept right past her. Surely he had to have seen her. The entrance wasn’t that big. Maybe he didn’t recognize her but how could that be? She felt like an idiot standing there, mouth open, her world in stasis. She knew she should just walk right up to him and announce herself, but the thought of his blank face gripped her around the throat. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” he’d say, the pressure on her jugular increasing. No, she didn’t relish humiliation of that kind so instead she slipped into the corner booth and watched. Grabbing a napkin, she threaded it back and forth through her fingers, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of her lower lip.

  He had to remember her. He just had to. For a moment she was back in that cabin, bound and gagged, helpless to his desires, and he had taken every inch of her inside and out. The things he’d shown her, the things he’d done to her body, and then came real life again. It was like tasting heaven, then being thrown back down into the pit of hell where no man could compare. Shaking herself back to reality, Nyssa took a deep breath, attempting to quell the sudden surge of fire between her legs.

  A man approached and settled in next to James. They nodded to each other before turning back to face the bar. James lifted his drink, draining the last of its contents then stood to leave. Shit, what to do. If he walked out now chances were she’d never see him again, but before she could react he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and slid a room key in front of the stranger before walking to the lobby. She blinked, not believing what her eyes were seeing. The stranger smiled, his hand closing over the key as he finished his drink.

  She’d never got the impression that James was interested in men, but the more she considered it, the more it made sense. He’d pushed through every sexual boundary she had. No, not pushed; smashed, obliterated, like a wild animal untouched by the rules of society, so why would he limit his pleasure to the opposite sex. Thinking about it sparked another surge of heat, its pressure building to an almost painful level deep within her abdomen, threatening an all too public orgasm. Breathing through it once more she told herself enough was enough. One way or another this torture was going to end and he was the answer.

  The stranger rose, heading towards the elevator, and she followed, her thighs sliding across each other as she walked, already wet with anticipation. She saw him stepping through the open doors and started running. “Hold it, please.” The words came before she could stop them and the stranger placed his hand on the door, watching her as she ducked into the small space. He nodded and Nyssa offered a shy smile, turning her gaze to the floor. The man cleared his throat and she realized he’d asked which floor she desired.

  Whatever floor you’re getting off at, her mind whispered. She glanced at the lit floor button he’d chosen and quickly mumbled the same number. His reflection in the polished wood surround gave very little away. Short, dark hair, clean-shaven, a strong jawline, the sort of man that stood out yet blended well in any company, and his smell; a subtle sweet muskiness, expensive. Not the smell of someone looking to pick up a quick fuck at the bar, though what that sort of person would smell like, she had no clue. Her gaze dropped to his hands; one could tell so much from them. Nyssa preferred larger hands, rough, but not too rough. This stranger’s hands were nearly perfect and she shivered as she imagined them caressing James’ strong chest. The elevator doors swished open and she nearly forgot to exit, lost in the fantasy, as the stranger slipped from the car and moved down the hallway. She gathered herself and rushed from the claustrophobic box.

  The stranger paused a few doors away and knocked. The door opened and he disappeared inside. Nyssa followed in his footsteps and gently placed an ear to the wood. A murmur of voices, the rasp of bed springs, then a brief silence followed by a loud thump. Pulling back from the door she found her fisted hand connecting with the wood, knocking out a rhythm as fast as her panicking heart. She grabbed it with her other hand, pulling them to her chest. Shit. The emergency stairs were only a few feet away but before her brain could communicate the plan to her feet, the door opened.

  “May I help you, miss?” James’s smooth, honeyed voice asked, his brow creased with annoyance. Almost immediately his eyes widened and the deep furrows disappeared from his forehead. “Nyssa?” he asked. “Nyssa, is that you?”

  She crossed her arms over her chest trying to hide the spreading red glow. “James,” she smiled, the name pushing through all the emotion and nervousness crowding her throat. />
  “I thought that was you in the bar, but didn’t dare hope I was right,” James said. He glanced behind him and then stepped out into the hall and gently pulled the door, leaving it slightly ajar. He crossed his own arms about his expansive chest, mirroring her stance. “You’ve caught me at a slightly inopportune moment,” he said with a sheepish grin.

  “I noticed,” Nyssa replied. “He’s quite handsome.”

  James’s smiled faded. “What brings you here, then?”

  “Oh, it’s nothing like that,” Nyssa gasped. “I was already here…with someone else. It’s pure chance I saw you.”

  James grinned once more. “There was no chance on my part.” With that, he opened the door and motioned for her to enter. “In fact, I came here hoping to find you again.”

  Nyssa frowned as his words fluttered over her. “What?”

  “I’ve seen you here more than once,” he said, tracing her cheek with the back of his hand. “It’s been exquisite watching you.”

  “You’ve been watching me?” Nyssa asked. Her stomach quivered at the idea of his watching, the invasion of privacy. “You bastard,” she breathed. “Why didn’t you say something?”

  “I have now,” James said. He grabbed her arm, pulling her into the room and shut the door. Spinning her around until her back was pressed against his chest, he ran his sleek fingers up her neck, tangling them into her hair. She groaned as passion-charged tendrils shot down her spine, her skin pulsing beneath his touch. His erection pushed against her, fitting perfectly into the arch of her lower back. “Go to him,” he whispered in her ear, the fine hairs on her neck and cheek fluttering at his breath. “I want to watch.”

  The stranger was stretched out on the mattress, his naked body toned, his impressive cock already hard. He eyed James and Nyssa with a smile and patted the bed. “My name is Michael,” he said.

  James pushed Nyssa into the room. She stumbled forward, stopping in front of Michaels waiting arms. It was all so surreal, so absurdly erotic. The room seemed to expand and contract with every harsh breath.

  “Take off your clothes,” James ordered.

  She lifted her arms behind her back, fingers finding the small metal catch, and pulled it downward. The roar of the zip filled the air as the dress collapsed around her and she slipped from her panties and bra, shivering in the coolness of the room. Michael moved closer to the edge of the bed, his hand stretched out to her and she took it, allowing herself to be guided into his arms. He planted a kiss on her stomach and ran his strong hands up her bum and across that special place at the small of her back. Electricity exploded through her entire frame turning her legs to jelly.

  James took a seat and watched with rapt fascination. “I see you still like being touched there,” he said.

  “Yes,” Nyssa gasped as Michael moved slowly up her back with his fingertips. In just a few short minutes the world had turned on its axis and she loved every part of it.

  Michael pulled her down onto the bed and ran his hands between her legs, spreading them wide. She lay back, eyes barely open, her body quivering in his grasp. He smiled down at her. “You’re right,” he said to James. “She is delightful.”

  “Taste her,” James ordered, his hand circling the growing bulge in his trousers.

  Nyssa cried out as Michael plunged his mouth to her pussy, engulfing her clit between his lips. Her hands found his head and she grasped his hair, pushing him further down, desperate to feel his hot tongue slip inside her. He grunted, but didn’t cease sucking deeply on her womanhood. She threw her head back, locking eyes with James for a brief time before the room began to swim. The pressure was enormous between her legs; it filled her entire being as it built. Without warning, she screamed and the force of her orgasm shook her on the bed, sending spurts of juice into Michaels waiting mouth. It was nearly too much. She couldn’t breathe, her body tensed as it never had before and then she relaxed, limp as a child’s rag doll.

  Before she could recover Michael crawled over her and rammed himself deep inside her. His long, thick cock filled her completely and she bucked against him as he thrust, the intensity of her orgasm returning three fold.

  James rose from his chair and walked over to the bed. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, stroking her cheek with the other. “Do you want this?” he said, rubbing the crotch of his jeans. At the sight of her nodding head he kicked his jeans to the floor and filled her open mouth with his throbbing member. Nyssa gasped, struggling for breath, but he pressed deeper into her throat. She swallowed, desperately trying to find air, but he didn’t withdraw. She began to pound against his flat stomach, but he grabbed her arms, pinning them to the headboard.

  The room started to spin out of control, and as James held her tight, the sensation of Michael pumping into her beat a rhythm through every nerve in her body. Stars joined the procession as she fought for consciousness, her whole being nothing more than an erotically charged echo. Just as darkness threatened to extinguish the stars, he withdrew and she sucked in precious oxygen. It hit her lungs, flooded her brain, brought her …… and she screamed as an orgasm with the strength of a lightning bolt slammed through her body.

  Nyssa lay gasping like a fish as he leaned in and kissed her deeply. He smiled as her makeup ran with the tears streaming from her eyes. Grasping her neck in his massive hands, he maneuvered himself back into her mouth. As he slid deep, not as deep as before, she engulfed him with her lips. Michael slipped from her pussy and teased her anus with the tip of his cock, her skin prickling as he explored the edges with his fingers.

  She reached down, grabbing his cock in her hands, and guided him into her. She moaned as his girth stretched her willing anus, and she pushed against him, sliding him deep inside. Her inner muscles clasped him as he thrust, the sweet sensation of another orgasm building with every movement.

  James withdrew from her mouth, but still held onto her throat. He began to squeeze as she reached her climax, his other hand massaging her swollen clit. The room darkened again, stars returned before her eyes, and just as she came, James released her throat. The explosion was enormous. Her pussy drenched with her juices and her asshole contracted around Michael with a fierceness that threatened to tear her apart.

  Michael pulled out from her ass and James lay down on the bed, maneuvering her on top of himself. He lifted Nyssa up and impaled her onto his waiting cock then grabbed her forward, giving Michael access from behind as he filled her mouth with his tongue. She cried into James’s mouth as Michael entered once more and both her holes filled with pulsating flesh. Her body stretched to near breaking as both men fucked her in unison. She was nothing more than an object to fulfill their pleasure. She was meat. They had no regard for her comfort as she rode the delicious waves of pain and pleasure like a boat on tempestuous seas.

  Just as she could take no more, Michael withdrew. She felt his hair brush against her ass as he bent down and held her breath waiting for the onslaught of his tongue. It didn’t come. Pushing herself up, she threw her legs across James until she was facing the end of the bed. Michael was on his hands and knees, his face thrust between James’s thighs. She watched with fascination as he took James’s balls into his mouth one at a time, releasing them with a slurp. Nyssa ran her fingers through his hair and he looked up at her, smiling, then lowered his head again, his tongue working against the tightening skin of James’s scrotum. The sight of it sent deep aches through her abdomen and she increased the pace, pushing harder onto James as she bent forward, rubbing her clit against Michael’s nose. James tensed beneath her, his breathing faster and heavier, and she reached back, placing a hand on his chest.

  “Not yet,” she said. “Not yet.” She turned once more to face him, slowing her bucking so that he slid in and out of her at a more relaxed pace. “I want you to suck his cock,” she told James. “I want you to taste my ass on him.”

  Michael crawled to the top of the bed and offered himself to James. Nyssa bit her lip as she watched James take Michael
into his mouth. She’d lost count of how many times she’d come so far, but already she felt another building deep in her stomach. Her pussy clinched with anticipation as Michael thrust in and out of James’s mouth. He cried out as he came and semen flowed from James’s lips in a cascade of bubbles. She leaned down, her tongue wrapping itself around Michaels softening cock inside James’s mouth and transferred him into her own, moaning as the last of his seed trickled down her throat. When he could take no more, Michael shoved her head away and stumbled back, collapsing on the chair.