Quickies

by Eddie Cleveland

  “Nope, just going to do the tour and shut off some lights, wanna join me?”

  I can’t resist that offer. I lick my lips nervously feeling like a kid that broke into a school on the weekend. It feels different in here after hours. Ryker feels different too. I like it.

  “Sure,” my voice is hoarse and I follow his lead around the corner to the stacks and stacks of book covered shelves.

  Ryker hits some lights on the wall and the room dims. I follow him to a back corner where he hits another switch as the room plunges into hues of gray.

  “You know, I saw what you were reading today at the garage,” Ryker’s green eyes twinkle mischievously and my insides flutter with excitement as I remember looking up from a particularly steamy passage of my erotica only to see him before me looking like a Greek god.

  “Oh?” I look up at him with my head tilted, silently begging him to kiss me.

  “Yeah, it looked like you were enjoying it too. The cover looked pretty tattered, I’m guessing you’ve read that one a lot,” he muses.

  “You’d be guessing right,” I meet his eyes shamelessly. “Nothing wrong with a woman who knows what she wants, is there?”

  “Not at all,” he grabs my hand and leads me down a hall of books. Huge, floor-to-ceiling cases of books are on either side of us.

  “Where are you taking me?” I whisper.

  “Right here,” he stops and holds his hand out to a sea of literature. “This section here might be one you’d like. It’s all classic erotica. Not a lot of people think of kinky, hot sex when they think of old books. But these are sure to turn up the heat. Some of them are downright filthy.”

  “I’ll have to check them out,” heat spreads over my body as a tingle teases the inside of my thighs.

  I squeeze between him and the stack of books, pressing my ass ever so lightly against him. Ryker grabs my hands tightly in his and pulls them over my head, pressing me against the book shelf rougher than I expected.

  I guess he’s not so mild mannered after all. A moan escapes my lips as his mouth find my earlobe and he pulls it into the heat of his mouth. His tongue teases my sensitive flesh, toying with me as I grind my ass back against his hard cock.

  “Or maybe you won’t have to check out a book, cause I’ll show you what’s inside them right here. Right now.” His fingers release my hands and dig into my hips, flipping me around so my back hits against the wooden shelving.

  “I’d like that,” I breathe the words. Somehow, they still sound so loud in the quiet backdrop of the library. Maybe if I’m too loud the librarian will punish me for being naughty. Maybe he’ll spank me.

  He covers my mouth with a kiss that flutters my eyelids closed and takes me away to another place. His tongue explores my mouth, claiming it. Owning it. Just as his hands run over the length of my body.

  I quickly fumble with the buttons on his cardigan, pulling them through the holes urgently trying to remove the sweater from his built frame. I finally manage to succeed and slip my hands under the wool and slide it over his wide shoulders.

  I gasp when his bare arms are revealed in a skin-tight, sleeveless shirt of ink underneath.

  “Woah,” I run my fingers delicately over the mural of tattoos etched into his skin. “I never took you for the kind who would have sleeves of tats,” I scan the symbols, tracing them with my fingertips. A boy sitting on a stack of books makes me smile. Another tattoo draws a memory from my childhood. “Is that the giving tree?” I outline the art with my fingernail.

  “It is. That’s my favorite Shel Silverstein book,” he looks down at the tattoo for a moment then locks his emerald eyes on me. When he looks at me like that, I can’t look away. It’s as if I’m swimming in a tropical, green shore and his smile is the sunshine warming my body.

  “There’s a lot you probably wouldn’t have guessed about me,” his voice is thick like it’s heavy over his vocal chords.

  “Oh, yeah?” My mouth twitches up into a smile. “Like what?”

  “Like you probably wouldn’t think I’m the kind of guy who is going to fuck your brains out in the erotica section of the library, but I am. And I will,” He grabs the back of my head with his hand and pulls me in for another kiss. This one isn’t soft, this one isn’t slow or tender. This one is urgent, filled with desperate need. His other hand makes quick work of pulling up my top until it’s pulled over my breasts. My pink bra flashed from beneath.

  “Looks like I’m not the only one with a side they don’t show.” His fingers trail over the feminine lace and little black bows. “You’ve got a soft side under your mechanic uniform, don’t you?”

  I nod in agreement. When you work in a trade, getting dirty and using your hands everyday, it’s nice to have a secret way to make you feel sexy. Mine is flirty bras and thongs.

  Ryker tugs my shirt over my arms and unlatches my bra. I let the lace and frills fall down my arms and stand in front of him, half-naked. He leans over me, pulling one of my nipples into his warm mouth and tugs it slightly over his teeth before lashing his tongue over the hard nub.

  I can’t contain my cries. It feels so good to have his mouth on me. I love how dirty we’re getting in the library. Ryker kisses his way to my other nipple, treating it to the same attention as my pussy clenches with desire.

  His hands work my jeans open and I help him pull them down over my wide hips. I dance out of them until they’re free from my legs and Ryker is standing before me, still fully clothed, while I’m wearing nothing but a pink, lace thong.

  “Take off your clothes,” I self-consciously demand.

  “You aren’t in charge here,” he smirks, enjoying being in control. “Besides, I don’t need to take off any clothes to do this,” he falls to his knees and tugs my thong across my wet pussy with his finger. His hot breath teases my quivering thighs and he plunges his tongue inside my lips, deep into my core.

  “Oh, fuck!” I cry out, clenching my fists into his raven hair. It feels amazing. It’s been longer than I can remember since I’ve been with a man. And even then, it never felt like this. I widen my stance and Ryker let’s his tongue explore my pussy. He licks me slowly, like he’s trying to find out how many it takes to get to the center of the Tootsie Pop. He loves making me crazy, taking his time with me when I’m desperate for him to speed up and drive me to the edge of my bliss.

  “Oh, please,” I beg.

  “Please what?” I can feel his smile on my pussy. He’s loving this. I’m not going to lie. I am too.

  “Please make me cum. This is torture,” my voice is husky.

  Ryker delves his soft tongue into my mound and zeroes in on my clit. I involuntarily moan, throwing my head back against the piles of books behind me. I grind my hips forward, seeking his pleasure, my body begging him for permission to cum. Ryker doesn’t hesitate, flickering his tongue over my clit furiously until my body tightens and my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave.

  “Fuck!” I scream, my throat sore from the intensity of my bliss.

  “Yeah?” He looks up at me.

  “Yeah,” I pant.

  Ryker stands up and rips his sleeveless shirt off, tossing it to the floor. His pants are next and my mouth drops open wide as his heavy cock swings free from the fabric of his underwear.

  Oh. My. God.

  “I don’t have a condom,” his eyebrows crunch together at the realization.

  “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. This isn’t something you do all the time, is it?” I cock an eyebrow at him suspiciously. Maybe I had read him all wrong. Maybe this is his main move.

  “Never,” he smiles.

  “Please, just fuck me,” I urge him.

  Ryker easily plucks me from the floor with his strong arms. I open my legs for him as he lines his cock up with my entrance. I slide my feet around him, locking them at the back of his ass as he plunges into me deep.

  “Oh, that’s amazing!” I hold myself in tight to his body as my pussy works its way around his girth. Damn he’s big
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  Ryker pushes me back against the book shelf and thrusts his cock inside me fast and deep, grunting in my ear. I rake my fingernails down over his shoulders as he clings to me, keeping my feet dangling off the ground the whole time.

  My pussy squeezes around him urging him to fill me with his cum. I’ve never had an experience like this ever. I doubt I ever will again. This is better than any dirty story I’ve ever read. To feel him fuck me so savagely, to make me his, it’s incredible. All I can do is enjoy the ride, because he’s completely in control.

  Ryker wraps my hair around his hand and yanks it back, arching my body and pushing my tits in his face. He locks onto my nipple, still fucking me with abandon. I can’t take it, another orgasm shudders through me and I mewl under his control.

  Ryker’s cock throbs and his body stiffens as I feel the first spurt of his seed fill me. I push down, trying to take every last drop he has to give me. Wanting him to fill my pussy with his cum.

  His breathing is jagged and I can feel his heart beating fast against his chest. I pant and hold onto him like a rag doll as he places me back on the ground.

  ‘That was amazing,” I smile.

  “You’re an amazing woman,” he muses.

  He gives me a little slap on the ass and chuckles. I can’t help the look of surprise that I know I’m wearing.

  Ryker picks up his clothes and steps back into his pants. It doesn’t take me long to get dressed too. Before I know it, we’re both fully clothed. Almost as if nothing happened at all.

  But we both know that’s not true.

  * * *

  Chapter 7 - Ryker

  Her cheeks are flushed and her pupils are dilated from the pleasure she’s experienced. The pleasure I gave her. I feel so happy right now. I’ve finally let myself be the man I am inside. I finally let myself be free.

  “How about I give you a drive home now,” I kiss her sweet lips once more and she pouts at me.

  “Are you trying to kick me out?” She sulks as clouds roll in over her sky-blue eyes.

  “Of course not. I was hoping this would be the beginning of a very long night together,” I murmur.

  Her smile lights up the darkened room. “Is that so?”

  “Yeah, but not before I grab these,” I lean over her a pluck a couple of the dirtiest erotica novels from the shelf. “I’m going to read them to you before I fuck you again,” I growl in her ear.

  “Let’s go,” she looks up at me, clearly eager to get on with my plans for our night. As we make our way out the door, I look across the parking lot and smile. Grandpa wanted me to have his car so I could find myself a pretty girl. But, I bet he never thought it would happen this way. I wrap my arm around Frankie and lead her to the Mustang that made this all possible.

  I open the door and she smiles with surprise as I wait for her to slide into her seat, closing it behind her.

  “Thanks, Pops,” I look up to the sky, giving a wink to my grandpa. I walk around the car and jump in, leaning over and kissing Frankie before I turn the key in the ignition and fire the old car up.

  “You ready?” I look at her beautiful eyes, twinkling in the setting sun.

  “I am,” she agrees.

  I put the car in gear and then lace my fingers through hers, pulling out onto the road and driving off into the sunset with my girl.

  THE END

  2

  Three’s Company

  Chapter 1 - Mackenzie

  Thud, thud, thud!

  Ugh, what the hell is that? I pinch my eyes closed tighter, not ready to face whatever is causing the sound of an elephant doing cardio in the empty side of my duplex townhouse.

  Eireech! Slam!

  My pulse quickens as my blood pressure threatens to blow the roof off this house.

  Thunk! Crash!

  That’s it! I spring my angry eyes open and they feel dry from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten. Sitting up in my bed, I can see that the sun still hasn’t even fully risen yet. Only light streaks of rays are beginning to break through the edges of my blinds. My burning eyes gaze over at my phone reading me the ungodly time of seven fifteen a.m.

  Who the hell is doing renovations or what the fuck ever is making so much noise at this time of day? I tilt my head and don’t hear anything.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my eyes flutter closed and I slump back against my mattress, snuggling comfortably under my blankets.

  I’m not what you’d call a morning person on the best of days. I feel sleep begin to roll over me like a warm, wonderful fog.

  Plunk, crunch!

  Fuck! I pop up in my bed like a jack-in-the-box and swing my feet over the side. This is ridiculous. I don’t know who is hosting a three-ring circus next door, but Barnum and Bailey better shut that shit down.

  I stomp across my cool tile floor and shiver, despite the rage boiling my blood. Anyone who says San Diego doesn’t get cold in the winter is a liar. I mean, obviously it’s not buried in a mountain of snow type of cold, but there’s a distinct nip in the air late at night. Or in this case, in the early mornings.

  I grab my little silk housecoat and cinch it around my waist. The pink fabric slides against my upper thighs as each new sound from the other side of my duplex drives nails into my brain. I step into my slippers and burst out of my bedroom door like a hurricane.

  Storming down the flight of stairs, I fling my front door open and see a long U-Haul facing me. It’s parked on the street. Flames of anger lick up in my belly as I see that it’s also blocking my little red car in my driveway.

  “Okay,” I seethe through clenched teeth, “that is it!” I walk to the open front door only a few feet from mine and peer inside for the rude new neighbor who thought this would be the ideal time to move in.

  However, all I see are a graveyard of boxes, lined up like tombstones across the living room.

  “Hello?” I call in, straining my tired eyes as I search for a human face. Of course, I don’t see anyone. I don’t hear anyone either.

  I know I shouldn’t do it, but I step inside. With the same open concept design as my side of the building, I can see there’s no one on the main floor. I take the stairs to the upper level and am shocked when I don’t see anyone in the bedrooms either. Just boxes. So many boxes.

  “Can I help you?” I startle at the deep, serious voice cutting through the silence.

  I turn and my voice catches in my throat as my eyes travel over a tall, sexy man frowning at me. I can’t help but notice the colorful sleeves of tattoos blazed over his arms or how his skin-tight tank top licks the ridges of his abs.

  I clear my throat and somehow find my tongue, not to mention my temper, “Yes, I suppose you can. Who are you?” I throw my hand on my hip indignantly jutting my chin out at the stranger.

  “Who am I? You’re the one breaking into my house, who are you?” He levels me with his mahogany eyes.

  The man makes a good point.

  “Well, the only reason I came in here was to tell you to keep it down. Do you have any idea what time it is? Who moves into a new place first thing in the morning?” I snap back at him.

  “People who have a lot of unpacking to do if they want their place put together by night,” his voice rumbles like an earthquake. We get a lot of those in California. Yet, they never make me as wet as his deep baritone is now.

  “Well, that’s pretty inconsiderate you know. Not to mention a shitty way to introduce yourself to the neighbors.” He shakes his head at me and laughs. The anger that was starting to shrink down inside me flares back up.

  “You’re kidding, right?” He smirks. I’d be more pissed if he didn’t look so damned sexy with that half-cocked smile on his scruffy face.

  “I most certainly am not!”

  “You came over here, in your nightie and slippers, broke into my house actually,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “to lecture me on making a bad first impression on the neighbors? You don’t see the irony in that?”

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  I open my mouth to answer, but another voice cuts me off.

  “Hey, man, you just took off on me. You taking a break or what?” A toned man who doesn’t look any older than the first comes around the corner. “Whoa, who’s she?” He jerks his thumb at me.

  My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle not to drool over all this man candy. My God, as if Mr. Tall, Dark and Tattooed wasn’t making it hard enough to concentrate. Now I’ve got to try to form coherent sentences with his friend Mr. Yoga Body with the blond, shaggy hair and clean cut jaw that’s so sharp it looks like it could cut diamonds.

  For a moment, the sight of them overwhelms me in the best possible way. I realize my famous temper has almost been as dampened as my underwear with my desire.

  Under different circumstances, meeting these two guys could bring on some amazing opportunities.

  “I’m Mackenzie,” I answer the blond guy’s question. “And I don’t appreciate being woken up with all the noise, for one. For two, you’ve blocked in my car with your truck.”

  “So, let me get this straight,” the dark-haired guy responds, “you’re pissed that it’s early and we woke you up?”

  “Right,” I nod curtly.

  “But you’re also pissed that you can’t get your car out, you know, when you were sleeping,” his dark eyes twinkle as he wordlessly calls checkmate on my complaints.

  I puff back up, ready to give him another earful, but his friend holds up his hands.

  “Yo, don’t be a dick. Sorry Mackenzie, we weren’t being very thoughtful. I’m Luke,” he holds out his hand and I shake it, his eyes are so blue, I can almost hear the crashing waves of the ocean as I gaze into them.

  “And never mind this grump,” Luke tilts his head toward the dark-haired man still brooding in the doorway, “Jake’s a writer, so he’s not actually that good with people. He writes them pretty good, but talking to them when they’re all living and breathing and shit, that’s not his strong suit.” He smiles easily and I can’t help but smile back.