Sweet Treats (Sweet Valentine's Treats #2)

by Suzy Ayers

  She knuckled the crusties out of her eyes. “Yeah?” She scooted up as her eyes focused and he handed her the apple. It was a heart intricately carved with floral details and there stuck in the center was a pink, yes pink triangle diamond. Not huge but perfect. “I-” for once she could find no words, no witty remark. She was vulnerably her.

  “Carrie-Ann, Miss Royal Pink,” he knelt beside her as he pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Will you marry me?”

  “Oh, fuck yeah!” She jumped into him; slid down his knee and landed in his lap. It made him laugh and she kissed him. He sat back with her on top of him. Then softer she said, “It’s perfect.” The apple was still in her hand.

  He pulled out the ring and put in on her finger. She stared at it; admired it. She was never a gusher or a tear up crying kind of girl. Instead she pulled his t-shirt off her body, the one he had put on her last night. “Wanna fuck?” She grinned. “Make up sex?”

  “What was last night?”

  She shrugged. “Foreplay.” She felt him grow beneath her curved ass, gently being fondled by his strong hands. Her sex moistened at the caress of his touch and looked into his soft eyes. He was always naked, when he slept or even as he walked around their studio apartment. And as his hardness throbbed underneath her butt, it made her decide yep, she’d finally let him in, to her ass that was. She pressed the tip of him already drizzled with precum, inside her virgin territory. She watched his jaw drop, as she tried to guide and then force his oversized dick inside her.

  Slow at first, just a few centimeters at a time she knew, but it felt like so much more. “Keith, oh shit! It’s so fucking tight.”

  Her pussy immediately gushed with juices that he used to help surround his cock, to supply that slickness she needed. The fragrant smell of her arousal was all around them. Slowly she pushed further and no words escaped her lips as she made the final descent and took all of him. Only a sound emanated from her, something from the back of her throat.

  He moved her up by her hips and down and at first it tore, burned and then changed to intense pleasure. His arms flexed with every movement. Pink watched his eyes tremor with lust, as he bit his cheek hard. His breath was loud and forced as he moaned throughout.

  Slowly she joined in, bounced up and down with force so full of raw emotion. His tongue twitched inside his open mouth. She leaned down to kiss him and let out a yip right before that whirlwind force inside her began to churn. His fingers, she hadn’t even realized until that moment that he had been rubbing her excited clit. “Holy.” That’s all she could get out as her orgasm took over, but she stared at him, unable to close her eyes.

  His eyes closed completely in the moment he matched her with, “You dirty fucking anal bitch.” He yanked her hips down one last time; it made a smack which made her cry out. The force of him coming inside her, and the sear from the heat of it, made her cry out again.

  The side of her mouth snuck up as she lay on top of him on the floor and kissed his chest. She wondered if her normally gentile and sensitive man knew what he’d said. She loved it and she loved him.

  AWOL for Sex

  Six months had passed and Spencer could not get her out of his mind, that multi-orgasmic Mistress, Cristal Blue. But there was something else about her. Something that had him downloading BSDM links, how to’s and well, she consumed him in every waking minute of his free time on base.

  He had called Crystal’s employer.

  “I want to mail Cristal a tip. I didn’t have enough money at the time. Maybe I could give it in person. What nights does she work?”

  Short quick replies came through the receiver. “She gave her notice. She’s moving.”

  “When?” His heart sunk like a stone in mud, slowly being suctioned away.

  “I’m not sure. Last night was well, her last night.” Her boss said on the line.

  Shit! He hung up the phone. He was done for the day and went to request leave from his superior. “Sir,” He stood at attention. “I’d like to request leave. I have a woman I am in love with. She’s moving and-”

  “Sorry can’t. We’re short handed Slade.” He didn’t even look up from his paperwork.

  Spencer felt every muscle in him flex as he tried not to punch out this crotchety, crusty, old bald-headed man. He left his office.

  “Slade.” A voice whispered as he tossed his keys at him.

  “Staff Sergeant?”

  “My Jeep, but if anyone asks I’ll say you stole it.” He looked at him sternly. “See you tomorrow at revelry.”

  Spencer couldn’t believe his luck. “I could kiss you.”

  “Please don’t.”

  He ran back to the barracks and changed. Marines cannot be outside base in their fatigues. He jumped in the Staff Sergeant's Jeep and set out to find her, but he couldn’t get there fast enough.

  He pulled up in front of her apartment building. He didn’t see her car and his heart felt heavy, like he couldn’t breathe. He finally found a spot on the busy street, all he needed was to get ticketed in his superior's truck. He went to her buzzer with a little hope when he saw her name on the listing; he remembered she probably had her car in that garage. If only he could figure out how to get there, so that he could get to her door.

  Spencer saw a man juggling with some groceries as he approached the door.

  “Sir, sorry to bother you. My girlfriend asked me to meet her in the garage. She’s moving.” Not completely a lie. I didn’t know how to get to the garage and she was moving.

  The man’s eyes rose to look at his USMC tattoo on his shoulder and finally nodded. “I’ll let you in this way. It’s a lot easier.”

  “Oh, okay thanks. Maybe I’ll just go to Crystal’s door.” He winked in the elevator to the man who just nodded through two brown paper bags. Spencer pressed the third floor button. The bell dinged and signaled his stop. “Thanks again sir.” He waved.

  “Thank you, for your service.” he replied, Spencer tipped his hat, as the doors closed.

  He knocked on her door. Waited patiently and he hid his face with his hat as he looked down at the olive shag carpet. No response. He leaned against the wall beside the door, afraid he lost his chance, lost her.

  After a few minutes he started to walk away, his head and shoulders slumped. Wait. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? He smelled her sweet perfume and watched as she walked right past him. He waited for her to put the key into the lock and then moved in behind her.

  He kissed her neck from behind and whispered low into her ear, “I could do nothing but think about you every night.” He nibbled on her ear and then bit harder. Her floral scent, mixed with the musk of perspiration wildly aroused him. I need to maintain myself.

  Cristal unlocked the door and allowed this mystery man inside. Damn. She felt her sex jump, as his teeth stung into the cartilage of her ear. His firm grip grasped her bare midriff and pushed her hips to the door. The sheer weight of him against her made her body tremble with excitement. Suddenly this warm humid day had become steaming hot in a heartbeat. Who is this?

  There wasn’t much left inside, only a few boxes, a couple pieces of furniture and her bed. A blindfold went across her eyes, a bandana as she stepped across the threshold. She could smell his musky scent, sweaty and she felt his rough hand gently place the bandana over her eyes. He left her to stand there as the door closed behind her softly.

  The sound of her naughty drawer slid open, a sound she knew well. Her hands were bound behind her with satin ribbons. She licked her lips. A perfect time for a break. She was sweaty and tired; she had lugged boxes all morning into her tiny beater.

  It was a humid August day, the room was still and stale. She had tied the ends of her white cotton blouse so her navel was showing. He unbuttoned it, tore it open and revealed her white lace bra. He yanked down the cups and made her breasts feel air, cooler air. That was until his breath seared so close that it made her nipples stand tall in anticipation. His tongue circled around each nipple and toyed wit
h her nipple rings. He pulled her to sit on the bed in her blinded and bound state.

  Her almost non-existent jean shorts taunted him. The frayed edges reminded him of that skirt she wore that first time. The white of the pockets teased him as they peeked out the bottom. He slipped off her white shoes and rolled her tiny socks off. He took one foot and placed her perfectly manicured toe into his mouth.

  She squealed and laid back. Maybe it tickled her, maybe it excited her. After she moaned, he began to nibble on her belly; the salty beads of sweat had been drawn back into her skin. He moved to the waistline of the shorts with his coarse fingers and licked right along the line and under the beltline.

  “Please just take them off.” She begged. She rocked her head back and forth as he tortured her.

  He used his teeth in conjunction with one hand and the other rubbed her pussy along the seam of the crotch. He pulled them off and found a purple, barely there thong.

  These are useless. He slipped them off and shoved the soaked piece of dental floss into his pants pocket.

  When his hands ran down her thighs he spread them apart swiftly; he couldn’t contain his own noises, intoxicated by the scent of her sex. It had him reeling. Damn she’s so fucking beautiful. He gazed upon her pinkness before he moved in and even then he stopped short, for a long inhale.

  “Please.” She pleaded with him.

  He took her little crop and lightly tapped her vagina that was spread wide now.

  She jumped and gasped, but a huge smile came over her and she bit her entire bottom lip; it disappeared in her mouth. Her breathing was deeper, slower but stronger.

  He pulled up on the top of the vulva; forced the hood back; opened her apex and exposed all her labial folds before doing it again. She’s completely exposed now. A little harder this time. Smack!

  “Oh mama!” She shot up.

  “Too much?” Shit! I don’t want to hurt her.

  Her entire face grew into a wicked smile and her tongue rolled across her upper lip. “Who is this?”

  “Shhh.” Gently he pushed her back down.

  She racked her brain hard now, interrupted by sweet kisses to her inner thigh and all along the crevices of her labial folds. A light stroke of his tongue mixed in.

  “Please, I need you inside me. I haven’t felt a man in six months.” She whimpered.

  He growled and removed his shirt; fumbled with the buttons. He shifted off the bed and the sound of his zipper was loud with no others in the room. His jeans hugged every sweaty crevice as he tugged them off himself. His hardened erection was calling out to her beautiful pinkness on display. Then the unmistakable sound of the rip of the condom wrapper filled the quiet room.

  “The ties?” She asked.

  “No peeking.” He whispered, as he bit her earlobe and released her wrists from behind her back.

  Her arousal dripped out like honey in anticipation. She smiled when he told her not to peek.

  She liked that.

  He ripped her shirt off her now and then forced his way inside her. The feeling of her soft tissue surrounding him made him fight every ounce of want to cry out, but a noise escaped from the depths of his throat.

  “Ohhha yeah that’s what I needed.” She said in a long sigh.

  He grunted unable to ignore her words or her skin against his, that quickly tightened into tight pebbled goose bumps. No way I'm letting her know who I am. She's loving this too much.

  The pain on her pussy was still present as he rubbed against her with such force, she couldn’t help but want him deeper, tighter. She moved one leg; then the other over his broad shoulders.

  Not quite sure who this is, but damn he’s strong and if his arms are any indication he’s built like a rock. I hope it’s… “Ahh!” She cried out as he sunk deeper inside her canal. Her perineum began to stretch the almost tearing sensation brought her to orgasm. She tore at the skin on his back with her nails.

  “Fuck! Crystal you better come soon. I don’t know if I can hold out.”

  “I’m working on my second Cowboy.” She responded with a grin.

  He pulled the bandana back. “There are those blue beauties.” He gazed down at her.

  “Fuck me, Cowboy.” She tied her ankles behind his head.

  “You need to come again Mistress. Come for me.” He flexed his muscles; he lengthened inside her and at the same time pressed harder against her bruised clit.

  “Yes, yes, I am!” She pulled his hips, gripped his perfectly tight ass, as it flexed in her hands with his thrusts.

  He immediately tried to pull away, but she held fast as she looked at him so close to her face, those hazel eyes so beautiful above her. She was in a ball of limbs and reeled in excitement. She wanted him to join in; begged him to with a look.

  “I, oh God!” His baritone voice rang out through the almost empty room. His body seized.

  Her soft smooth legs slowly moved down his strong torso. It allowed him to ride the waves and pulses, as he scooped his arms beneath her and held her close to his heart as it throbbed wickedly like a drum against her chest. He used his forearms and propped himself up above her. He reveled in her beauty, as he gazed at her silently; he smiled as he tried to catch his breath.

  “Hi there Spencer.”

  He closed his eyes, ecstatic she remembered his name. “Hi beautiful. I well-I don’t have long. Technically, I’m not on leave. I just couldn’t live another day without you. I can’t think of anything but you. I know it’s crazy.” He rolled away onto his back and blew out a lungful of air. “I’ve never felt like that. You’re in my head all the time. I heard you were moving and I-”

  “Wait you checked up on me?” She laughed.

  “I told you I needed to see you.” He turned his head to her. “Your boss said last night was your last night. I prayed I wasn’t too late.” He sat up as he spoke and reached for his pants. “I mean, I’m only a brig guard. I don’t make much. I just…” He took a deep breath that shuddered as it exited.

  She was unsure where he was going with this, but then she saw a little black velvet box in his hand. “Spencer!” She gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth.

  “Really, I know it’s crazy, I don’t even know your last name, but I’m in love with you Crystal. Please say yes, say that you’ll marry me.” He opened the box and showed her an engagement ring with a round stone; with sapphires on either side. She hadn’t said anything. “I know it’s not much. I-”

  “Shut up, just shut up Spencer Slade. It’s a lot and it’s…” She couldn’t speak warm tears began to stream down her cheeks.

  He cleared his throat, as he held that box; sat there vulnerably as he waited for a yes or no. “So will you Mistress Cristal Blue?”

  She broke into a nervous laugh. “Spencer I-” she bit her lip and his confidence started to falter when his eyes fell. “I need to tell you…” She looked at him through her lashes. “I’ve thought of you since the moment you left. You’re boss was supposed to keep you there, so I could surprise you. Come visit you.” She spoke with a twinge of irritation, yet it was playful. She sat up.

  His face changed to surprise. “But how did you find me?”

  “My dad. I was an Army brat, guess that’s why I’m always moving around still.”

  “So Crystal.” He set the box in her hand.

  “Are you sure? I mean I’ve never had a relationship last more then a week.” Her hand trembled nervously, as she looked at the ring and what it meant.

  “The ring isn’t a prison sentence, but you can move into a house just off base with me.” He smiled a fresh little smile with a twinkle that meant, no more six month waiting periods between sex. “And you can tell me when you’re ready. Believe me I’m sure, Crystal…” His voice went up in question.

  “Davies.”

  “Crystal Davies. So Crystal Davies what is your answer?”

  “After your compelling argument and I mean the sex.” She winked and nodded at him.

  “Yes?”


  “Yes.”

  He hugged her so tight, she quickly lost the ability to breathe, but she didn’t care she was already in the upper atmosphere somewhere above the clouds.

  Links to Suzy Ayers books:

  Cristal Blue – Sweat Valentine Treats #1

  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00C0ZVQ42

  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/299481

  Taken by a Truck Driver

  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00C7AK2OU

  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/302774

  Turbulent Heart

  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CEPFKWC

  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/307472

  Coming soon

  A Fantasy Encounter with a Dom

  Peach’s Diary (erotic short story to follow Sweet Treats)

  Elements – The Before World Series ~ Sara’s Awakening (Book 1)

  Author links:

  Amazon Author page

  http://www.amazon.com/Suzy-Ayers/e/B00C1EK198

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