My Calendar Men Boxed Set

by Rose, Dahlia

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  Later that night, they lay out on the deck and watched the fireworks burst in the sky from the Macy’s fireworks display. They were far enough away that the sound of each rocket was not deafening, but close enough that the boat seemed to be under a canopy of colored lights.

  “It’s so breathtaking,” she breathed. Simultaneous explosions caused red, white and blue sparkles to fill the sky

  “Isn’t it?”

  His voice was quiet and when she looked over, he was not looking upward. Instead, his eyes were on her. She couldn’t help but meet his gaze while the colors from the fireworks bathed his skin in splashes of light..

  “Are you talking about the fireworks?” she teased lightly.

  He rolled over and cupped her cheek before kissing her. “No, I’m not.”

  The rest of the fireworks show went off in its usual spectacular way. But it couldn’t compare to what was happening in her heart. Her every dream and fantasy was coming true and with a guy who could make desire spark like fuse. Even after all went quiet and they still laid out on the deck of the boat looking up to the sky. Around them, they could hear boats heading into the port while they stayed anchored.

  “Do you mind waiting for a little while until everything settles down back at the Seaport?” he asked. “With every boat trying to dock and people trying to get home, it will be a nightmare for a few hours.”

  “Well, then we should find something to keep us occupied for a little bit.” She gave him a seductive smile.

  “Shall we be naughty?” His lips curved as well and he helped her up so they could go below deck again. “I left a little surprise in the bathroom for later. Go put it on.”

  Cierra went to the lavish bathroom of the boat. She decided to stop calling it such because boat meant some little craft you could only stay on for a few hours. This was a yacht that was built to cater to the wealthy. She saw a little box sitting on the marble bathroom sink. It hadn’t been there before when she cleaned up after their afternoon of passion. Even when she went down to use the facilities later in the day while he was getting dinner ready. There was nothing on the sink. He must’ve put it there when I dozed off on deck, she thought, and opened the gold and black box.

  Inside was a body stocking made of the sheerest silk she had ever seen. It was black with hints of golf flecks, but she could see her hand through the material and it was soft to the touch. She’d seen body wear before and felt the netted material pinch her skin, but this was something that was way more expensive and she would have never bought it for herself. She slipped it on gently, not wanting to tear or run the fabric. She looked in the mirror at her dark skin that showed through the material. It left noting to the imagination down to the dark skin of her areolas, and her shaved snatch could be seen. Holy shit, this is hot! She saw the light of desire reflecting back in her dark brown eyes. Her full lips still looked swollen from his kisses. He saw her as beautiful and it thrilled he. She was excited that he would be loving her body again.

  She walked out, expecting to see him lying on the bed, but instead, he was standing looking out the small window of the cabin. He turned when he heard the soft click of the bathroom door closing and his eyes darkened when they roamed all over her body. A slow hiss escaped his lips while he walked toward her. Cierra felt every ounce of desire and passion that was inside him funneled into that one sound. Steven lifted his head, took her hand, and walked her over to the soft blue chair that was in the corner. The edges of the wooden arms rests could be seen while the rest was covered in the same upholstery.

  He sat her down and looked at her with desire filled eyes. “I’m going to tie your hands to the chair and taking my time pleasuring you. You can’t touch me, only feel.”

  Cierra became breathless at the thought, so she only nodded. This was going to be pleasurable torture and it made her wet knowing she would be at his mercy. He produced two silk scarves and tied her wrists to the chair. Steven was on his knees in front of her and she watched as he unbuttoned his white cotton shirt and threw it to the floor. She wanted to reach out and caress the smooth expanse of chest, but she was already restrained. He began with one long, slow kiss that muddled her thoughts and as their tongues dueled, he caressed her body. Steven trailed kisses down her torso until he reached her lap. She moaned as he pushed her legs apart and spread her legs wide. She forgot to breathe when she felt his hot breath against her pussy. Cierra shuddered in anticipation before he teased her with one little flick of his tongue against her clit. Holy shit. The sensation of his tongue and the material of the body stocking made her shiver.

  Her breath caught in her throat and her bound hand shifted restlessly. She lifted her hips, hoping he would relieve the ache. The sweet pleasure to feel what he was going to do next became more than she could bear. Cierra leaned her head back against the char and closed her eyes. She bit her lip, waiting for his next touch, feeling a wildness fill her that she could not describe. Steven finally pressed his mouth against her pussy. She could feel the material grow damp under his lips and he took his fill of her through the sheer silk.

  “Oh my God!” she cried out.

  The feeling of his hot mouth combined with the texture of the silk sent her into a frantic tailspin of need. Cierra moaned and arched to feel more of his mouth. She heard a low, throaty sound emanate from him. His face was pressed between her thighs and his tongue roamed hungrily, trying to get inside her. The barrier teased them both and barred him from gaining entrance to the prize, so he licked at her clit in a frenzy. It sent her over the edge under the onslaught of his mouth and she ground herself against his face.

  “Let me touch you, please!” she begged.

  “This is my game, love. You play by my rules,” he replied.

  Steven went back to his ministrations of her pliant, aching flesh. And she was sent back on the path of tumultuous passion under his mouth.

  “Yes! Yes, baby, now!” she cried

  Her body arched, he gripped her hips, pulled her back into the chair and kept her restrained. He made her come once more and licked as her juices flowed. His groans of delight at how her body responded to him filled her ears. His breath was just as labored when he raised his head from between her legs.

  “Will you take me now? Can I feel your cock inside me?” Cierra panted.

  “My game,” he whispered, and she moaned in frustration.

  His hand was at the soaking wet area between her legs. It was a mixture of her own wetness and his saliva. He grazed his finger her over clit, then he teased the entrance that she longed for him to fill. Cierra was under his control and what it made her feel was almost overwhelming. I like it! She tried to move her body to let his fingers bury deep inside her. The silk barrier stopped his digit and Steven wasn’t ready to give her what she craved. He continued to trace from the sensitive outer flesh to her clit in one continuous movement.

  “Please.” She looked down at him, pleading with him with her eyes as well.

  “What do you want me to do?” Steven asked.

  “I want your fingers inside me.” She gasped and closed her eyes.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  Her eyes snapped open and their gazes connected again. His hands gripped two areas of the silky body stocking. She cried out as he ripped the fragile material mercilessly. Without hesitation, he slid his finger into her slick opening, so very slowly, until he had it into her wet core. The knuckle of his other finger was pressed against her clit. The penetration of her snatch was slow and deep and he kept pace until she begged.

  “Harder, faster, I need more!”

  “Shit, you’re so fucking hot right now.” The words were said between gritted teeth.

  Cierra could tell he was just as excited at her response. She felt him use two fingers, sliding them deeper, faster, and her head fell back in ecstasy. She could feel the excitement build inside her like a pot going from simmer to boil. She spread her legs wider, taking more of his fingers. With every br
eath she took in, a moan of pure primal pleasure was released. Her fingers clutched at the arms of the chair she was tied to as she strived to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

  “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?” Steven voice filled her ears. “Say it.”

  “I’m going to come for you.” Cierra was almost crying from the gut-wrenching pleasure that held her in its grasp.

  Her hips were pushed against his fingers when her body reached the summit. She fell off the peak with a scream. Cierra slumped back against the chair, trying to catch her breath. She felt as if she was holding on for dear life in the midst of a tornado and only now did the wind stop so she could find the ground. Steven untied her hands and walked over to the bed. He stripped out of his shorts before sitting on the mattress. She came back down from the sexual high, knowing he was far from done with her.

  Moving like a sleek cat, she slid to the floor and moved in his direction until it was she who was now between his legs. Cierra took his hard cock in her grasp and stroked the length of him. He never took his eyes off her as she licked the tip and then stroked her tongue down his entire shaft. She ran her tongue back up to the tip before enclosing him in her mouth, stroking him with a tight fist while she tasted his rod.

  “Ahhh yes, suck my cock. You do that so bloody good. Show me how much you want me.” He moaned.

  She could feel his body tighten and the strong muscles of his thighs flexed as she drove him crazy with her mouth. His groans of pleasure drove her to quicken the pace of her lips around his manhood. He tangled his hands in her hair to keep her head still and began to fuck her mouth, pumping his cock between her lips. Cierra swirled her tongue around his shaft each time he pushed between her luscious lips. His groans turned to a low grunt and she had the first taste of his come on her tongue.

  Steven pulled away not giving her the satisfaction of making him come with her mouth. He lifted her and she came willing into his arms. While they kissed, they shimmied their bodies up the bed until she could straddle his thighs. Cierra grabbed his cock and positioned it so she could take him in one easy downward thrust of her hips. She arched, feeling the thickness of him stretch her inner walls. His hands were at her breasts, playing with the tight peaks, before he lifted his head and took one deep into his mouth.

  The suction of his lips caused her to cry out and she rode his cock with reckless abandon. I want more! The thought flashed through her mind and she pushed her hips down hard against him and felt her own pussy gush its essence in response.

  “Ah, Jesus, ride me Cierra!” He arched under her with his hand on her hips and pulled her against him faster.

  She grabbed the headboard and used that to help piston her hips against him. She could hear the sexual sounds their bodies made each time they connected. She could feel her wetness trickle down her thighs and run down his shaft. He slapped her on the ass and it elicited a cry from her lips. “More!” she screamed and was rewarded with three more slaps in quick succession on her rear. They were moving, striving toward such primal need that when she came, she whimpered and then wailed as it crested and bowed her body.

  “Ah fuck!” Steven’s harsh cry filled her ears and his hips pumped as he sent his seed deep into her core.

  They collapsed in a mass of tangled legs and sweaty torsos. She could hear her breathing mingled with his own and she felt as if she couldn’t even open her eyes to look at him. A deep languidness passed over her body and Cierra could not remember being so completely sated in her life. They lay there for long minutes and he traced idle patterns on her shoulder.

  “We should go in before the NYPD boards us thinking we’re injured or too drunk to pilot the boat,” she whispered.

  “Let them come. They can bask in my happiness and thoroughly wet cock,” Steven said theatrically before turning a serious gaze on her. “I don’t want this to ever end.”

  She giggled. “It doesn’t have to end, you madman. Come back to my place or I’ll be in your bed tonight.”

  “This going back and forth to different apartments is going to get old quickly. You’ll have to live with me,” he said firmly.

  “One thing at a time, cowboy. Let’s get past today first.” She grinned, but hearing that told her he was thinking in the long term when it came to their blooming relationship.”

  “Oh cowboy, huh? Do I get to wear chaps?” He leaned over and nipped her neck, sending delicious shivers through her body.

  “I think we can mange that.”

  “Okay, so it’s July now and by September, we’ll be heading home to the UK so I can show you off.”

  “Home?” she asked.

  “Well, yeah. I see it as I spent two years and some months here waiting to have you. You can now return the favor and come see my world.”

  She looked at him. “You spent two years here for me?”

  “Love, I renewed with the hospital three times so I could be close to you,” he said with a sheepish grin. “Call me a fool, but I wanted you from the first moment I set eyes on you.”

  His admission thrilled her to no end and she pressed kisses all over his chest and face. “England it is. I think I can get to love four o’clock tea and rainy nights in your arms.”

  Steven grinned and pulled her into his arms and she was lost once more as their lips met in a kiss. She’d come out to see the colorful show that Macy’s threw every year for the nation’s Independence Day and she was heading home with new plans that she could never have expected, but loved immediately. No matter if they were in New York or England, when she was with Steven, Cierra knew she could always expect fireworks.

  August Rush

  RANGERS!

  The call went out across the bar and the rest of soldiers took up the chant. Stacey rolled her eyes and poured an eight shot set of tequila for one of her waitresses. She was taking it to one of the full to overflowing tables of marines that had come into Gator Row. Her bar. She had the honor of saying she owned the best bar in Georgia. Since it was rush week, it was filled to capacity with newest rangers who had just finished their training. The young men who were still wearing their muddy uniforms from their last test were young, dumb, and full of cum, her dad would say. But in her father’s era, when he owned the bar, the army was in a time of peace. He passed the torch to her before nine-eleven and after that day, things had changed.

  Stacey knew a lot of these guys were going to be shipped out to Afghanistan to serve their country in the middle of a war. She shook her head with a small smile on her face. Let them have their fun. Reality wouldn’t be too far away and for now, they should be happy. She liked the fact that she got emails from guys overseas saying one of their last good thoughts of home was spending rush weekend in her bar.

  The ambiance of her bar had stayed the same over the years. From the fishnet that hung over the pool table with a plastic mermaid caught inside to the real alligator’s head that her dad had stuffed after he shot it in the swamp that was right over the bar. There were pictures of her father and even her on the wall with other recruits over the years, and her dad’s pride and joy before he died was the photo of him and Elvira from years back when she’d visited the bar. Nothing much changed at Gator Row except the people who came through it. Even the gator tenders were fresh off the boats that came in every day at the docks.

  “They are completely and utterly insane.” Carly, one of her waitresses set her tray on the bar with a loud thump. “So far, I’ve had three proposals to marriage and sixteen phone numbers.”

  “Bet the tips are great thought.” Stacey laughed. “Give ‘em a break. They are full of adrenaline right now. Just don’t marry any of ‘em.”

  “You’re telling me.” She huffed out a breath. “Okay, I need seven whiskey sours, three beers with tequila backs, and a cosmopolitan.” At Stacey’s skeptical look, the waitress shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe it’s a dare drink. Don’t ask me; I just take the orders.”

  Stacey shrugged. “Okay, I’ll get that cosmopolitan first.
”

  She went around the bar pulling different bottles of alcohol down to get Carly’s drink order ready. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door open to the bar, and two men looking crisp and pristine in their uniforms came inside. She’d seen them both before, either alone or together as the years went by. Those two men taught most of the boys who were there drinking and celebrating the end of training. True to form, as soon as one of the celebrating soldiers caught sight of the men in the doorway, he stood and saluted. The chair he was in scraped the floor in his haste to get up and stand at attention. When the rest of them saw this action, to Stacy it was a simultaneous action of all of them standing completely straight and erect, even though they had to be drunk. As customary, she cut the music and one of the men closest to the door called out.

  “Major Bradley and Sergeant Stone ready for inspection, sirs!”

  Each and everyone raised their hands in a simultaneous salute. It was impressive to watch, but looking at their dirty, wrinkled clothes, none of them was passing inspection. They did it to respect their leaders. Stacy had no doubt that if the Major and Sergeant asked them to drop and start pushups, each of them would do it without hesitation.

  “At ease, boys. Go back to enjoying yourselves. We’re here for a drink and some downtime, same as you.” Major Bradley spoke up.

  That was the go ahead to start the music again and the new rangers could go back to their celebration. They weren’t lying. She knew that both men would make their way to the bar and order a drink. But even so, they would keep an eye out for any fights and that there was no damage to her bar in case things got out of hand. She was glad for that in the least because even though she had bouncers, Stacey would prefer for the army to take care of their people.