Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories

by Daniels, Wynter

  “I’ll meet you inside.” She climbed out of the truck with her tablet and tape measure.

  He watched her hips sway as she strode toward the building, wishing he could figure her out. He’d known her only days yet she was driving him crazy already. Maybe he should follow his friend Dave’s mantra and keep her at arm’s length. If he’d followed that advice and not let Lisa move in, he’d still have all his old furniture and he wouldn’t need to be here buying more. He scratched his head then went inside to find her.

  After spending a ton of money and what seemed like hours inside, they returned to his truck.

  “So you like everything? That red couch will really make the whole room pop.” She buckled her seatbelt.

  He had no idea why anyone would want a room to pop, but he trusted her instincts. All he knew was he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. For the past hour he’d tamped down his urge to taste her sex and to feel the full swell of those beautiful breasts. His balls ached with need.

  He backed out of the spot then rounded the building.

  “Where are you going?”

  He didn’t answer as he found a secluded spot under a sprawling oak tree and parked the truck. Facing her, he threw his arm over the back of the seat. “I want you, April. Now.”

  She glanced out the back window. “What if someone comes out the back of the store? Or drives back here for some reason?”

  He shrugged. “Then they’ll get an eyeful.” He slid closer.

  She backed against her door. “But, but…”

  “Walk on the wild side. I know you want to. I saw it in your eyes yesterday.” He lifted her chin with his finger. “It’s there now, lurking behind those innocent emerald eyes.”

  She lifted an eyebrow, then grinned like the vixen he’d met yesterday. He inched closer to her side then took hold of her arm and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. She ground her pussy against him and wakened the erection he’d been forced to keep under wraps.

  She kissed him like an untamed tiger as he fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. Once he’d wrestled them open, he lifted her top over her head and tossed the garment across the seat. She caught the snap of his jeans and had his pants open in seconds. His hard-on sprang free.

  He grappled for the lever to shift the seat farther back to give them more room.

  April curled her fingers around his cock. She waggled her eyebrows at him and he knew the vixen had definitely taken over. She squeezed his shaft and slid a finger over the crown. He gritted his teeth at the rush of desire.

  Her eyes widened at the rumble of a passing car.

  He smoothed his palms over her sandy hair. “I told you not to worry.”

  She shifted her gaze to his cock and that grin returned. “I’m good at this. And I like doing it.”

  He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I knew I liked you the moment I first set eyes on you.”

  “I am.” She gave his shaft a long lick then flicked her tongue along it. Adjusting herself in the cramped space, she moved lower and lifted his balls into her mouth. He pushed his thighs as far apart as he could to give her better access. Swirling her tongue around his scrotum, she tightened her grasp on his erection.

  Holy mother of God.

  Pleasure coiled inside him. She licked a line up to the tip then swiped the pearl of pre-cum collecting there. His cock throbbed with building pleasure—building too fast. He gripped the armrest and wrestled for control. Staring down at the back of her head, feeling her mouth devouring him had to be his most unspeakably erotic moment ever.

  As straight-laced as she normally appeared, this other side of her exuded raw sex. That wickedly skilled tongue slid up and down, swirled around his hard-on and tormented him with delight.

  Her fingernails danced and raked and teased his balls as she took his cock in and out of the hot confines of her mouth. His balls constricted and ached, but he hung on to his control by a thread.

  She used that naughty tongue to trace the ridge under his cock’s head. Fighting the urge to let go, he fisted his hands in her silky strands.

  A door opened and closed nearby with a heavy metallic thud. Footsteps grew louder and louder. Then stopped.

  He didn’t care if it was the second coming. He was so close but he wanted her to go on and on.

  The footsteps stopped, then receded. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding.

  April increased her pace, rasped her teeth over his flesh and his pleasure skyrocketed. He couldn’t hold any longer. His control shredded and he detonated in a blinding explosion of ecstasy.

  April sucked every last drop out of him. He laid his head against the back of the seat and basked in pleasure-induced haze.

  She sat up and licked her lips.

  She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  She threw him a demure smile then averted her gaze. “Did you enjoy that?”

  He rubbed her bare back. “That was incredible, April. Yes, I loved it.”

  I could love you.

  Where had that come from? The thought kicked him in the teeth. Christ, the last thing he wanted was to fall in love with anyone.

  “I heard one of the girls in barber college say that when she did that with her boyfriend she imagined his…” Her cheeks reddened.

  “What?”

  “Well, she said she imagined his semen tasted like champagne. So she started telling herself that and low and behold, it did. So I tried that. And it worked.” Now her face blazed crimson.

  He pulled her against his chest. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think that’s the best advice ever.”

  She chuckled softly. “I’m sure you do.”

  “Have you tried many brands? Of champagne?” He couldn’t help himself. None of his business how many men she’d been with, but he wanted to know.

  “Only one other.” She lowered her gaze a moment, then met his with doe eyes.

  Her innocence bowled him over. Since when did innocence turn him on? The women in his past were many things—hot, voluptuous, willing. April shared nothing in common with any of them. She was totally not his type.

  Shit. He was developing feelings for her—feelings he didn’t want to own. How many times did he have to be burned before he learned to avoid the fire? But fighting it was no use. He wanted to pleasure April as she had him, but not here. She deserved better.

  He made it back to his place in record time. As he helped her out of his truck, he couldn’t help pulling her into his arms and stealing a kiss. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and gave in completely to the kiss.

  Her taste was heaven—like cotton candy and mint. He cupped her ass then lifted her off the garage floor.

  She wound those long legs around him and purred like a kitten.

  He yearned to do everything with her, to be with her every day and every night.

  Ridiculous.

  She was just another woman.

  Setting her down, he threaded his fingers through hers. “I want you naked in my bed in one minute. On second thought, let’s make it the pool deck. The covered part so you don’t burn your skin.”

  Her eyes grew wide and sparkled with excitement. She took off through the house.

  He drew a deep breath.

  Just another woman.

  He had to keep telling himself that. On his way to the pool, he grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. Pressing one to his neck, he sighed at the momentary relief from the heat coursing through his veins. When he approached the open glass door, his chest caught in his throat at the vision of April sitting on the edge of the deck with her feet dangling into the water, breathtaking in her nudity.

  Her breasts—high and round with deep pink nipples—pointed at him as if summoning him closer. Legs from here to Canada and skin like delicate porcelain.

  Just another woman.

  Forcing restraint, he set the soda cans on a table then yanked off his shirt and tossed the garment to the ground. His cock roared to life, but he refused to take his ple
asure again until after she’d had hers.

  The midday heat was nothing compared to the inferno inside April’s body. The way Nick’s gaze caressed her turned her into a human pressure cooker. She barely managed to suck in a breath.

  He stripped off the rest of his clothes in an instant then dove into the water as if dousing his own unbearable fire. Surfacing in front of her, he grasped onto the edge of the pool and lifted himself to the deck. He settled beside her. “Come in the water with me. It feels great.”

  She should have stuck to her guns and ended their fling, but she felt powerless to resist him. Everything about who Nick was should make her run the opposite direction. But everything about the man drew her to him with an irresistible pull. Why not let it continue as long as it took to decorate his house. Then she’d end it. And her father would never know.

  Nick slipped back into the pool and faced her. “You know how to swim, don’t you?”

  She made a show of rolling her eyes. “Of course I do.” She pushed off the ledge and into his arms.

  He held her against his body and despite the cool water, her internal thermostat continued to climb. She wrapped her legs around him and his cock pressed against her entrance.

  Nick moved his hand along her thigh, around her hip then skimmed over her sex. A jolt of excitement raced through her. He covered her mouth with his, kissed her with an urgency that mirrored her mood. She swirled her tongue around his, drank in his taste and his scent.

  Her breasts were buoyant in the water, yet heavy with need, desperate for his attention. She squirmed against him, pressed her hard points to his chest. He trailed his kisses lower, to her neck, her shoulder. Then he lifted her higher, held her breast in his hand and brought it to his mouth.

  Pleasure spiraled through her. She rolled her head back and savored every flick of his tongue, every nip. He carried her to the shallowest part of the pool and set her on the top step. She stretched her arms along the deck and spread her legs apart, hungry for his touch. The water line sat just below her opening, but cooled her enough so she could bear the overpowering heat in her core.

  Nick kneeled on the lowest step and grinned at the sight of her bared sex. A shiver of awareness rolled over her skin. He moved closer and glided a gentle finger over her intimate lips. Easing her thighs farther open, he gave her folds a long, slow swipe of his tongue, then rolled circles around her nub.

  She grasped the concrete edge to keep from bouncing off the step as little shockwaves of delight rippled through her. She bit back a gasp as he slipped a finger inside her while he licked her folds, end to end. He added another finger and moved them in and out and in and out.

  The pleasure overwhelmed her. She rocked her hips as she neared the precipice of delight. Desperate cries filled the air and she realized they were hers. Delicious, lustful emotions filled her head, sent her brain into a joyful frenzy. She perched on the edge of her climax, ready and willing to drown in bliss. Her rhapsody hit like a tsunami, rushing ecstasy through her, to every cell, every nerve.

  Wave after wave of delight washed over her, singeing her flesh, despite the cool temperature of the pool.

  Nick shifted against her and then his lips were on hers. She detected the taste of her sex on his tongue.

  He broke the kiss and scrambled out of the pool. She was vaguely aware of him running across the deck. Her orgasm had barely receded when he returned seconds later leading with his condom-wrapped erection.

  He took the first two steps into the water then set his hands on her waist and rolled her over so she was on all fours. Positioning himself behind her, he spread her lips apart and she felt the crown of his shaft pushing against her entrance.

  Grasping her hips, he slid deeper, deeper. She tightened around his erection and he let out a low growl. As he grazed calloused fingers over her back and stomach, he stroked into her, slow and sweet. He caught her breasts and shaped them in his hands, tugged gently on her hard buds.

  She shut her eyes and concentrated on feeling him slide inside her, the smells in the air, the sounds. Never before had a sexual encounter engaged all her senses like this, lifting the experience to a new, higher plane.

  Nick leaned over her and covered her back with moist kisses, tender and loving. She surrendered completely and a deluge of arousal throbbed within her. Nick’s hot breath gusted over her skin and the hair on the nape of her neck rose.

  She teetered on the edge of the abyss, so close that a gentle breeze would send her tumbling into the silken pleasure below. Another thrust and she glided into the hot oblivion of orgasm. Ripples of bliss went on and on, lifting her higher.

  Nick’s every stroke, every touch seemed better than the last. Each kiss grew hotter than the one before.

  Squeezing her eyes shut, she moaned long and low, drifting on an erotic flood through heaven. Her pleasure crested and she let out a desperate whimper.

  Gripping the edge of the pool, she absorbed Nick’s harder, faster thrusts. She recognized his strangled growl. He was moments from coming.

  “Oh my God.” He plowed into her with a burning intensity then stroked a few more times. He stilled, buried inside her.

  She constricted around him, determined to heighten his joy as he did hers. He collapsed onto her back, panting. She sighed contentedly. His heartbeat resonated inside her and she knew she’d never be able to give him up.

  No!

  Staying with Nick wasn’t an option.

  He kissed her skin again then eased away. “I’ll be right back.”

  As he strode toward a grouping of furniture on the other side of the deck, she slipped into the pool to cool off. The water was perfectly clear and cool so she swam a lap then returned to the steps.

  When she came up for air, Nick stood above her, a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand. “You want to stay in?”

  She nodded. “For a few minutes. Do you mind?”

  “Not at all. Enjoy it. There’s a soda on the table for you. I’m ready for a nap, though. Would you join me upstairs after your swim?” He set a folded towel on a nearby chair.

  She smiled up at him. “Sure.”

  After a few more laps she glanced up toward the sun and decided to get out so she didn’t get sunburned. Wrapped in a big, fluffy towel, she grabbed the drink he’d set out and headed inside.

  Her stomach growled as she entered the kitchen. She opened the fridge and returned the soda can to a low shelf then helped herself to a slice of cheese. She noticed a stack of mail on the counter. Too wide awake for a nap, she swiped a magazine from the pile then strode into the living room. She settled onto one of the folding chairs and absently paged through the magazine.

  Gasping when she noticed the abundance of pictures of nearly naked women, she turned to the cover. The sexy blonde on the front wore a low-cut blouse that revealed her cleavage. The shot was similar to ones on the magazines in the salon waiting area. But this one was titled Top Shelf Playmates. She rolled her eyes. “Men,” she said aloud in the empty room.

  She glanced toward the staircase. The house remained silent. Sure she wouldn’t be discovered, she returned to the pool deck and settled onto a lounger under the awning. She paged through the magazine, curious about Nick’s taste in periodicals. A few articles were scattered between scads of photos of nude and nearly nude women in various poses. She wondered how she compared to some.

  Turning a page, she found a picture of a man spanking a woman. She studied the shot a long moment. Heat bloomed in her cheeks when she realized her nipples had grown hard and her sex practically ached with longing.

  Am I some sort of degenerate?

  She wriggled when she felt moisture pooling between her legs. But the more she thought about being spanked—particularly by Nick—the more her cravings intensified. She opened her towel and let it fall away. Then she touched her finger to her slit, felt the heat and the moisture there.

  One hand on the magazine and the other on her mound, she started rubbing herself.
Desire mixed with shame as she squirmed and writhed under her touch. She laid the issue on the cushion and strummed her nipples. Shutting her eyes, she pictured herself draped across Nick’s lap. He whacked her buttocks, again and again and each time felt better than the last. Her skin stung but she didn’t care.

  Her breath caught as she neared her climax. She increased her pace and imagined Nick lifting her to sit on his lap, then pulling her onto his stiff shaft. She clamped her jaw tightly when her orgasm hit. A current of joy rose inside her and spread through her body. Pleasure pounded a heavenly beat.

  Quietly sighing, she basked in perfect satisfaction as her delight slowly ebbed.

  “That was beautiful.”

  She gasped and opened her eyes to find Nick standing above her. Grabbing the edge of the towel, she covered up. Uncomfortable heat washed over her.

  How long has he been here? Watching me?

  “Don’t be embarrassed. That was a total turn-on.” A lascivious grin lifted one corner of his mouth.

  That only made her humiliation worse. She scuttled off the chair and found her clothes on the table. “I…need to go home. I have a-a thing tonight.”

  He folded his arms over his chest and nodded. “A thing, huh?”

  She raced past him into the house and shut herself in the guest bathroom. After she emerged minutes later, he ushered her to his bike. She settled her arms around him, but said a silent prayer for the loud roar of the bike, which made conversation nearly impossible.

  When he dropped her at her apartment, she couldn’t get off the motorcycle fast enough.

  “I’ll call you,” Nick said as she fumbled with her door lock.

  She waved then hurried inside. Dropping her purse on the floor, she made a beeline for her bed and collapsed onto it. With all Nick’s furniture on order, hopefully she’d never have to see him again.

  The receding rumble of his bike sent an unexpected shard of pain to her gut.

  Too bad.

  She’d just have to deal with going on without him. He was all wrong for her anyway. Better to end it now than suffer even more later.