“I told you…I have an appointment, Jed. I’m sorry you overheard me fooling around in the bar the other day, but that doesn’t mean that you and I are going to become lovers.”
As the words departed Mary Anne’s soft lips, Steel hoped she was talking about their encounter in the tavern. If she had entertained another man in the bar since then while he was suffering celibacy, it would outrage him.
“What kind of appointment do you have to get to?” Jed demanded, narrowing his hazel eyes.
Silence followed his response as Mary Anne spotted movement next to the grapevine. She grinned as Steel’s hard-on poked through the vine, and she perceived the muscular outline of his torso. “Um, why don’t you just take a look and see?” She said suggestively, slinking out of the wrap around dress she wore.
“Huh?” Jed gulped, gawking at his boss in her satin bra and thong.
Mary Anne laughed huskily as Steel sprang to his feet and rushed over to her, dragging her into his arms and plundering her mouth. Mary Anne kept her eyes open, watching as Jed gasped from across the field and ran a hand down to his crotch.
“You’re going to let him watch us?” Steel asked furiously, fumbling with the hooks of her bra and pulling the large cups off her breasts.
“That’s right,” she replied defiantly.
“You know what? I don’t really care. As long as I get to fuck you.”
“If you don’t care, then why did you ask?” Mary Anne challenged.
“I don’t know. Just shut up and let me fuck you. I’ve been dying for you all week,” Steel muttered, glaring at Jed who had unzipped his khaki pants and was rubbing his stiff member.
Mary Anne winked at Jed and then focused her gaze on Steel. Slowly, she peeled off her panties and flung them towards Jed. The thong landed at his feet as he grabbed it in his hand and brought it to his nose to inhale her scent.
“Dirty boy,” she laughed, rubbing her clit as both men watched with gaping mouths.
Grabbing a handful of red wine grapes, she crushed them in her hands and spread the pulp over her breasts. Steel immediately bent his head and suckled the tart grape juice off her nipples as she theatrically threw her head back in hopes that Jed would become more excited. He did. Not even closing his eyes to blink, the testosterone pumped young man vigorously worked his cock. He watched with fierce envy as Steel slurped the fruit juice from Mary Anne’s breasts.
Impatiently, Steel lowered Mary Anne onto the ground as the weight of her nude body pressed down on a bed of stray grapes, instantly liquefying them. Cautiously, Steel climbed on top of her, fearful that she would rebuke him as she had the other day. There was no way that he was going to let her punish him in front of Jed the way she had done in the tavern.
“Are you ready for this?” Steel asked, gripping his cock and angling it towards her.
“Mmmmm, yes I am. Good boy for asking,” she replied wantonly, parting her legs in a less than subtle invitation.
Jed’s faint moans of frustration drifted across the field as Steel plunged his cock inside her and twined her legs around his neck. Ignoring the panting idiot a few hundred feet away, Steel buried himself inside her dewy tightness, thrusting into the woman mindlessly as she mewled with pleasure. She pushed her hips up to meet his and ground them in circles, trying to seize a climax as swiftly as possible before he became over excited and finished prematurely.
“Fuck me harder. Much harder!” She commanded as Steel gladly acquiesced, slapping his balls against her as his cock pounded her.
Mary Anne wildly circled her hips, licking her lips and then crying out as a climax flooded through her. The release was made sweeter by the sound of Jed groaning and shooting into his hand. Triumphantly, she thought how just a few months ago, her life had been sexless and dull. But now two men were literally drooling over her. That was the last lucid thought she had as Steel pulled out of her and flipped her over onto hands and knees.
Her fingernails dug into the dirt and smashed grapes as Steel re-entered her savagely. His breathing was loud and uneven as he drove into her, grabbing onto her sticky mane of hair and yanking hard.
“I’m going to punish you later for treating me like this,” she warned as he continued to thrust mercilessly inside her.
“I look forward to it,” he replied through a clenched jaw, smacking her ass so hard that his hand tingled with pain.
“You just earned yourself a longer punishment,” she informed, caressing the swollen flesh of her buttocks.
In lieu of a verbal reply, Steel rammed all the way into her as he clenched his fingers around her ass, digging into the soft flesh. Another slap reverberated in the cool northern California air as he pulsated inside her. Naughtily, Mary Anne looked directly at Jed who was rubbing himself towards a second release. As Steel exploded inside Mary Anne, Jed lived the ecstasy vicariously, grunting as he kept his eyes locked on her body.
Immediately, Mary Anne rose from her hands and knees and rubbed the dirt off her skin. “Come back next week at this time?” She invited as Steel arched a suspicious eyebrow.
“Where should I meet you?” He asked helplessly, even though his brain screamed at him to protest.
“In the wine cellar,” she said firmly. “And don’t be surprised if I let Jed join us this time…I mean, really join us,” she finished with a smirk.
“No. No way in hell. I’m not sharing you with that preppy frat boy,” Steel shouted.
“You might have to,” Mary Anne shrugged. “See you next week in the wine cellar.”
With that final word, she squeezed back into her skin tight dress and headed to the tavern to begin the evening’s wine tasting. Steel glared at her voluptuous backside as she strode away, knowing she was in control. He would debate the issue with himself several fiery times over the next week. But he would return. Mary Anne was his new warden, and her prison was irresistible torture.
***
Sneak Peek of Scarlet Chill’s
RAW (Erotic Romance)…
Moonlight bathed the alabaster sand beach as a trade wind rippled across the island. Steel drums reverberated in the distance, and waves cascaded over the shoreline. Hand in hand, Trisha and Declan ran across the beach as she clutched a blanket under her arm. Finding a secluded spot, she stopped, giggling nervously as she lay the blanket on the sand.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered giddily.
“What? Having sex on the beach? Or in public?” He asked humorously.
“Both!” She replied as the playful expression in his eyes darkened with desire.
“I just want to rip that bikini off you,” he growled, reaching out a hand to caress her bare belly.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She baited seductively, playing with the strings that tied the coconut shell top around her ample breasts.
Swallowing hard, he urged, “Strip for me. Let me watch you.”
Brown eyes shining in the moonlight, Trisha slowly untied the strings on her bikini and let them fall over her golden shoulders. The hard coconut shells remained affixed to her cleavage as Declan heaved in a shaky breath, tantalized by the sight of his new wife unveiling herself on a Caribbean island. She turned around and shook her breasts out of the coconut shells, tossing the bikini top onto the sand and undulating her hips. Her breasts swayed with the island breeze, but he couldn’t see them as he stood grinding his teeth, waiting desperately for her to show him more.
Trisha cupped her breasts in her hands and whirled around to face him again. She stroked the hard peaks and then pinched them between her fingers as he parted his lips instinctively, close to salivating. The chilly night air made her nipples rock hard and formed goose bumps on her saucer sized areolae. She shimmied out of the bikini bottom and peeled it off her ankles, bending down provocatively as Declan watched every movement through starving eyes.
Once she was completely nude, she returned her attention to her breasts, knowing how crazy it drove him to see her touching them herself.
She pinched the nipples a little harder this time, making them distend with a combination of pleasure and pain. Declan stuck his tongue in the air and sank to his knees on the silky sand. Trisha draped her breasts over his mouth as his tongue clung to one nipple and he licked furiously. She moaned at the hot contact of his tongue and offered him more of her breasts as he opened his mouth wide to receive them.
Pressing one hand against her bounty, he reached up his other hand to grab a breast and insert it in his mouth. Sucking gently, he rubbed two fingers against her clit, wanting to stimulate her everywhere. The nipple became lost in his demanding mouth as his fingers disappeared inside her wetness and slid through her channel. Trisha moaned louder, hearing the drumbeats marching in time to her own palpitating heart and the primitive desire coursing through her.
Declan pushed his fingers in and out of her as he sealed his mouth over her other breast and flicked his tongue against the ripe fruit on top. The cornucopia of sensations overwhelmed Trisha as she rode his fingers and pressed his face into her breast. He licked her nipple rapidly, lapping up every square inch of the bud and titillating her with the sweep of his tongue.
“Declan, take me,” she moaned, yanking on his dark hair.
Obediently, he lay her down on the blanket and slid alongside her, caressing her large breasts and whispering in her ear with frantic desire. Even though they had been a couple for years, the daring setting of the beach made their relationship feel brand new. He felt as excited to be inside his wife as he had the first time they made love when they were dating, maybe even more so.
Rough waves slapped their bodies and drenched the blanket as Declan pushed inside her. He slung a tanned leg over his torso and claimed her from the side angle that allowed them to look into each other’s eyes. Their cappuccino eyes stayed locked through every thrust as coarse sand coated their bodies and salt water invaded their lips. The rawness of the natural setting was an aphrodisiac, and Trisha undulated like the waves as Declan pounded deep inside of her…
Sneak Peek of Scarlet Chill’s
INSATIABLE (An Erotic Fairy Tale)…
Rushing down the marble staircase, Ella opened the door wide. There stood Prince Ruark with a red rose that he brushed against her cheek. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the satiny rose and imagined Ruark caressing other parts of her body with the flower.
“You look ravishing, Ella,” Ruark said in his rich baritone voice.
If I look ravishing, then ravish me, she wanted to say. “Thank you, Ruark. Shall we go?”
“Yes, my lovely, let’s be on our way.” Ruark clasped her hand in his own and led her to the coach.
He escorted her inside the coach and took a seat beside her. She moved closer so that their bodies were touching. Daringly, she placed a hand on his muscular thigh and rubbed suggestively. Surprised, Ruark looked intensely into her cool blue eyes and stiffened under her insistent touch.
“Ella, what are you doing?” He asked tightly.
“Touching you,” she whispered, sliding her hand to probe further up his thigh. When she reached the zipper of his pants, he grabbed her hand and held onto it.
“The coachman might see us,” he hissed, even as his manhood sprung to throbbing life within the confines of his tuxedo.
“I don’t care,” she whispered with a tremble. She crossed her legs and started rubbing her thighs together, unable to wait any longer for release.
Ruark looked down at her dress. The material had become sheer between her thighs because of the juices that flowed there. With a smoky intensity in his eyes, he tilted her face towards his.
Kiss me, Ruark, she thought. Not on the forehead or the cheek like you usually do. Kiss my lips. Finally.
He pushed a wisp of corn silk hair away from her face before claiming her lips. The kiss was not light or subtle. It was ferocious and enflamed Ella to a painful height of unfulfilled excitement as she rubbed her thighs together and nestled closer to the prince. Aggressively, he inserted his tongue into her mouth as she met it with her own. Their tongues danced and mingled as his hands moved to cup her breasts inside the gown. Her nipples were rock hard as he pulled them between his fingers.
“Ella, you’re driving me crazy,” he growled. “Why can’t this coach be a bedroom?”
She laughed softly, drawing him back into the kiss as she crushed her plush lips against his and parted her thighs so he could have access. Immediately, he pushed his hand inside her skirt and worked it up her damp thighs. His hand jerked to a halt when he reached her bounty.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he groaned.
“I never wear panties when I’m with you,” she confessed as he groaned again.
“Ella, what are you doing to me?” He asked hoarsely as she watched his rod pulsate inside his pants. It looked long, thick, and solid as a rock. She longed to rip his pants off and guide it inside her. Instead, she threw her head back as his fingers began massaging her inner lips.
His fingers were already sopping wet from her desire as he ran them around her delicate rims before targeting her clit. She moaned uncontrollably as he flicked his thick thumb against the swollen bud with rapidly increasing speed. As he pleasured her, he took a nip at her neck while staring at her straining nipples trapped inside the gown.
The stallion dragging the coach picked up speed suddenly, as Ella bounced up and down in her seat. She bucked and rode Ruark’s fingers as he slipped them inside her while keeping his thumb on her clit. As the coach careened through the woods, she thrust her hips against Ruark’s hand. Beads of sweat poured down his contorted face as he moved his pelvis in an instinctive up and down motion even though that part of him could not make contact with her.
She reached out and pressed her fingertip against his full lips as he licked it while never taking his fingers away from her wetness. He could feel her climax approaching as he sucked her fingertip, imagining it was her nipple he could wrap his lips and tongue around. As Ella came closer to orgasm, she clutched at his white dinner shirt and thrust her hips harder against his hand. His fingers went even deeper inside her, almost reaching her cervix while his thumb pressed rhythmically on her clit. She bit her lips to stifle a scream as he accelerated the already quick movements to a savage speed.
“Ruark,” she moaned, “I need it.”
“I know,” he muttered, “so do I.”
He changed the motion of his thumb from up and down to circular, dragging it around and around her clit as she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. The coachman turned his head around for the first time and held his breath as he got a moonlit glimpse of what the beautiful couple was doing. Forcing himself to return his eyes to the road, the coachman listened avidly to the woman’s ecstatic sighs…
SCARLET CHILL
Scarlet Chill’s racy stories all have the underlying theme of a woman taking control of her sexuality and expressing it without apology. The name Scarlet Chill symbolizes the excitement of contrasting sensations: fire & ice, bitter & sweet, soft & rough.
Erotic Titles by Scarlet Chill:
Caressed, An Erotic Fairy Tale
Delectable, Sweet Chocolate Erotica
Dreamy, Collection of Erotic Fairy Tales
Drenched, An Erotic Thunderstorm
Insatiable, An Erotic Fairy Tale
Masquerade, An Erotic Adventure
Masquerade II, More Erotic Adventures
Naked Strangers, 3 Erotic Novellas
Needs, An Erotic Pulsation
Raw, Erotic Romance
Wilder, An Erotic Fairy Tale
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