Body Heat

by Mia Ford

  “Just like that,” I moaned, feeling his tongue sliding expertly between my pussy lips until it was flicking against my clit, driving me crazy. I pushed my hips up against his face, and began grinding against him, willing him to work faster, to press his tongue against me harder, faster, deeper.

  My body rocked with what I knew was only going to be the first of many orgasms. He crawled up over me, his smile wide and his eyes gazing into mine hungrily.

  “Put that in your book,” he said with a wicked smile.

  I pulled him close, reached down and grabbed his cock. “I need more material, Mr. Walters.”

  “My pleasure,” he groaned.

  I screamed when he pushed his thick cock inside me, surprised by how hard he had taken to the request. I felt my hole stretching around him, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper.

  He fucked me like a bucking bronco, sucking on my nipples, squeezing my breasts, groaning like an animal. The bed springs squeaked with the effort, but the sounds were muffled by my screams and his grunts. His pelvis rubbed against my clit with every thrust, and one orgasm after the other shook through me.

  “Fuck, Zoe… I’m going… to cum.”

  I wrapped my legs tighter around him, forcing him in deeper, and arched my back to push my pussy against him. I watched his eyes roll back, and increased my speed when I felt his muscles flex and go hard. He exploded inside me, filling me up, his juices mixing with mine, and I kept going. I clenched my muscles, squeezing him, and he shuddered as if he were having a seizure before collapsing on top of me, gasping for air.

  I ran my hands down his back, letting my legs drop as he rolled off me. “God… I fucking love… Costa Rica.”

  I glanced over at him and smiled. “Just Costa Rica?”

  Chad smiled and held out his hand. “Costa Rica… and you.”

  THE END

  Extra’s to Body Heat

  DELETED SCENE 1

  ZOE

  My mind was anywhere but on writing when Chad showed up at my door after midnight with the look of lust in his dark eyes. I told him to come inside and quietly closed the door, not wanting to disturb the old woman who lived across the hall and considered herself the moral compass of the twelfth floor.

  I ushered Chad into the kitchen. He slid onto a stool at the island. I got him a cold beer from the fridge and set it on the counter in front of him. Christ, just having him in the room was enough to get my juices flowing.

  “How goes the writing?” he asked with the bottle at his lips. “Are you into the fuck scene yet?”

  His voice rolled through me like quiet thunder, awakening every nerve ending in my body. He was the only man I’d ever known with the power to make me cum with the sound of his voice. It had been so long since I’d had sex, and I was way out of practice, but even now my clit trembled and my pussy throbbed with the need to be filled by him. I pressed my thighs together, trying to create a bit of friction on my clit, anything to take away the burning agony his voice always created.

  “The fuck scene?” I asked with a smile. “Is that all you think I write? Fuck scenes?” My voice sounded shaky, trembling. Even I could hear the want and need in my tone. I wanted to shout, “Yes, take me. Yes, fuck me. Yes, make me come. Yes, make me yours.” I pressed my lips together.

  “That’s what I imagine you writing,” he said with a sly grin, the bottle frozen at his lips. Our eyes locked and that’s all there was to say. He slid off the stool and came around the island toward me, his lean body moving with grace, the muscles beneath his black T-shirt flexing, creating sensuous bulges beneath the fabric. I wanted to rip the shirt from his body and run my tongue over every inch of that tanned, ripped skin. I wanted to drop to my knees, yank down those jeans, and take that long, thick cock into my mouth and—

  “What are you doing…”

  I gasped, my words cut off when he wedged his hand between my legs.

  “I’m just doing what you want me to do.” Chad’s voice ghosted over my ear as he leaned in to me. The heat of his hand nearly melted the fabric of the thin pajamas I wore. The soft satin of my panties gliding against my clit sent delicious shivers down my spine.

  “You feel wet, ready. Your panties are damp, and I can smell you, Zoe.” He inhaled deeply. “You’ve always smelled sexy, ripe, creamy, like the most luscious pie.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from giggling. His voice, his words had always been my weakness. He controlled me with them like a mystic. My hand trailed slowly over my breast and stomach to the waistline of my pajamas. I dipped my hand inside, my fingertip teasing my clit before sliding down to my pussy. I pressed the tip inside, and my legs nearly buckled at the intense jolt that gripped my pussy.

  “You’re right,” I let the word tremble on my lips. “It does feel creamy… Would you like a taste?”

  I pulled out my glistening finger and held it up for inspection. His lips wrapped around my finger, and then he sucked it deep into his mouth, making sounds of pleasure.

  When he looked up at me, his intense dark eyes filled with such hunger, I suddenly felt famished, parched, almost dead from lack of want and need. I realized I hadn’t been living for the last twelve years. I had simply existed in a place without him.

  “I want more than a taste,” Chad murmured.

  All the saliva dried in my mouth as I waited with bated breath.

  “I want to eat you alive.”

  DELETED SCENE 2

  CHAD

  When Zoe’s legs gave out, I caught her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. I couldn’t wait another moment. The scent of her had roused my cock, and it lunged hard and thick and throbbing, scraping painfully against the fabric of my jeans. My balls were aching with the need to fuck the beautiful woman before me, to plunge my cock deep into the moist heat of her pussy and fill her to the brim with my cum.

  I ripped off her pajama pants, along with the panties beneath, and tossed them behind me then pushed her down. I hooked my arms beneath her knees and lifted her hips toward my mouth.

  Pressing my face into the juncture of her thighs, I breathed in the soft scent of vanilla body wash, letting the neatly trimmed golden curls tickle against my face. I wanted my dick in her pussy. I wanted to feel her clit harden beneath my tongue. I wanted to explore her flesh. I wanted to spill my cum deep inside her cunt, between her tits, into her mouth, but even more than that, I wanted to remember the Zoe of my past, the girl who had stolen my heart and selfishly kept it locked within her greedy fist, even as I walked away to begin a different life. A life without her.

  I sucked her swollen clit hard, rhythmically, feeling it vibrate beneath my lips. I speared my tongue between her lush pussy lips, licking the juices and then trailing kisses from her slit to her clit and down to her ass. Her flesh was hot beneath my lips, wet and pulsing, juicy and quivering, and she smelled so fucking great I could have eaten her all day, but we had a score to settle.

  I gave her clit another suck and lapped at her pussy one more time, then I skirted around her cunt with tiny nips and pecks, teasing her because I refused to make her come until she begged to be mine.

  “Oh God, Chad…” Her breath hissed out of her in a soft sigh. “I could come just from your breath against my skin.”

  “So sweet…” I murmured.

  Her head fell back, and her hips bucked up as she tried to rub her clit against my mouth again. The bulge in my jeans grew harder, tighter and more painful against the zipper. A smear of precum had dampened the fabric.

  I lowered her back and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang out fast, thick, rigid, bouncing back against my stomach and swaying with need.

  “See what you do to me,” I said. “How hard you make me, Zoe, how much I need to come?”

  “Yes.” Her eyes locked on my dick, and she licked her lips. “We can both cum. Fuck me, Chad. Make me cum with you,” she demanded. “I need to cum...”

  Her fingers went to her exposed pussy. She beg
an to rub frantically, eagerly, creating friction against the dewy pink nub of her clit. Her pussy glistened with the juices of her need, and she slipped one finger inside her cunt while her other hand continued to rub furiously.

  “No.” I took both hands and lifted them to her stomach. She writhed in desire, her hips rising as she searched for relief. “Let me.”

  She yanked off the pajama top, exposing her tits to my hungry gaze. Large tits, perfect areolas, tipped by rosy peaks and nipples that looked like strawberry candies. She trailed her hands up her stomach and circled each nipple. The buds, already flushed and perked, hardened and grew rosier beneath my gaze. I watched her pinch and pull, her fingers twisting each one painfully.

  “Fuck me, Chad,” she ordered. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll take care of things myself.” She lifted up and brought a big swollen breast to her lips, licking the nipple and then sucking it into her mouth, gazing at me with eyes so dark with lust the pupils almost disappeared. The depths of a stormy dangerous sea shone in her eyes, and I was drowning, caught in a typhoon.

  “You don’t give me orders, Zoe,” I said quietly, each word dropping like a stone. “I’m in control here. If you want something from me, you’re going to have to beg.”

  Something flashed in her eyes, something as hard and needy as what lived in me. We were both too proud for our own good, too arrogant to think beyond ourselves, but filled with such lust and sexual greed that we’d do almost anything for a fuck, to come, to ease the ache. She gave me a sultry smile and shocked the hell out of me when she said, “Fuck me, Chad... I’m fucking begging you. Make me cum with your big, thick cock.”

  I hooked my hands beneath her knees, lifted her legs high, and plunged my cock so far into her pussy that she screamed and arched with the pleasure.

  As I slammed into her again and again, her muscles fisting around my dick like a tight wet glove, her hands clutching at my arms, I felt like I’d come home. I found both pleasure and pain buried balls deep in her hot, wet, pulsing cunt.

  We came together, tensing, seizing, flexing, loudly, like the old days, and fell into each other’s arms.

  Zoe pressed her cheek to my chest and sighed.

  I kissed the top of her head and prayed that this time it would last.

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  The Billionaire Next Door

  Blurb

  I watched him every chance I got since I moved into the mansion beside his. I always told myself that I would talk to him, that I was going to find the nerve and gather my confidence to at least say hi to him but each day it got harder and harder to do. I wasn’t sure if he would even respond to me. The way he held himself, the way he moved he looked as if he was happy being by himself. I didn’t see him with anyone, there was never a woman that came to the house unless he went out to meet them and didn’t bring them home but I didn’t think that was the case at all. When Glenda offered to invite him to dinner I thought it was out of the question. I didn’t want to be rejected, I didn’t want to have him laugh at the thought of coming over for dinner but when I had given her permission to go over, I didn’t realize that it was going to change the rest of my life. I didn’t know that the happier moments in life were just around the corner for me. If it wasn’t for Glenda I was never going to find the nerve to talk to Luke Wayward. I would still be just staring at him, wondering what kind of man he was on the inside. It was because of her that my life has turned out better than what it was when I first moved in next door.

  Chapter 1

  I first noticed him when I moved into the mansion beside him, he stayed to himself but when I saw him out on his porch in the evening or when he got ready to leave I saw how he walked, as if he owned the ground beneath his feet, he had the body of a personal trainer, I thought about asking him a few times if he was willing to give private lessons, wondering if he would help me form muscles like him. I swore that one day I was going to gather the courage to ask him, to gather the courage to even say hi to him was the plan every day but I never did, whenever I tried to open my mouth the words wouldn’t come out, I didn’t think he even knew I existed and if he had he must’ve thought I was a joke the way I looked at him.

  My name is Linda Evans, I have straight blond hair and light blue eyes, a slender body that any man would want but I didn’t want just any man to notice me. I wanted him to notice me, I wanted him to look at me and see the hot desire for me in his eyes that couldn’t be denied.

  This morning I was looking at him through my kitchen window. The maids were working around me as I stared out the window and watched him tanning on his back deck. I felt like a stalker at times but that was only when I thought he was going to catch me. He took my breath away and he didn’t even know it, he wasn’t the first man that I had liked without getting to know them. I just never had the confidence to approach the men that I liked, letting them slip through my fingers.

  “Ms. Evans I think that you should go over and say hello to him, you’ve lived here three months and you still haven’t approached him, he still hasn't even uttered a single hello to him.” The house maid stated.

  I looked at her, she was wiping down the kitchen table, the short woman with black hair and dark blue eyes stared back at me. It was easy for her to say, but if she was in my shoes she wouldn’t be saying that. She would be just as nervous as I was.

  “I don’t think that’s going to happen. He doesn’t even know I’m alive.” I sighed, rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

  I turned my attention back to the window and watched him as he continued to sunbath. His gold brown hair looked as if it needed a trim but it was what looked him rugged. His tanned body was fit and I could see the muscles rippling down his body from where I was standing. I imagined myself giving him a massage and bit down on my lip to keep a moan from escaping my mouth.

  “It wouldn’t be hard to send him an invitation to come over for dinner.” She sighed, shaking her head and starting the dishwasher.

  “Thank you but if I’m going to make a fool out of myself I’d rather do it myself.” I laughed at her suggestion.

  I was surprised that she would suggest such a thing, after all I couldn’t talk to him let alone invite him to dinner. He would think that I was crazy. We didn’t know each other and I could just see him laughing at the invitation in front of him.

  “It’s a way to get to know him.” She pointed out, starting the dishwasher and getting ready to walk out of the kitchen.

  “Do it, send him an invitation for tonight.” I blurted out before she left the room, seeing a smile come to her face.

  “You’re going to be glad you did, he’s a very handsome man and I know that if he gave you the chance than you two could make a cute couple.” She grinned, leaving the broom and dustpan in the corner of the kitchen to write up an invitation and send it over to him.

  I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter, I couldn’t believe the words had come out of my mouth. She was right though, he would never know who I was if I didn’t do something. If I didn’t take the step to have him come over and get to know me. I would always wonder what it would be like to admire him from afar, never knowing if we could’ve been an item.

  I went upstairs and took a soothing bath, I had candles lighting the bathroom, my radio was on at a low volume. I had my eyes closed and took deep breaths. I wasn’t sure if I could show my face outside if he declined the invitation. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through if he didn’t want to come over to dinner. My anxiety was growing higher and higher as the minutes ticked by on the clock in the bathroom. I just kept praying that he would except my invite for dinner if he did than I knew that I would have my chance to make him mine.

  Chapter 2

  As soon as I walked into the house to get something cold to drink I heard the doorbell ringing. On my day off of all things and I had people bothering me. I had many things going on in my life, from showing my father that I could take over the business
and I guess my cocky attitude didn’t help matters but every time I gave him an answer to a problem he had he got madder than hell. He was going to have to face the facts that I was just as good as he was if not better.

  “I’m coming!” I shouted as I heard the doorbell continuing to ring. The butler, of course, had the day off because I didn’t like the fact that people were willing to wait on me hand and foot and it wasn’t because they were nice, it was because they wanted that fat paycheck that they thought was owed to them.

  I realized a long time ago that there weren’t nice people out there, I hadn’t met a nice person in my life that didn’t want something in one way or another. Each time getting more and more demanding, one of the reasons why I didn’t socialize much and I didn’t plan to.

  I opened the door and saw a short woman in a maid’s uniform standing on the other side of the door.

  “I’m not hiring anymore maids,” I told her, getting ready to shut the door in her face. I couldn’t believe that there were women going door to door looking for help nowadays.

  “No sir, I’m not looking for a job. I work for Ms. Evans, she lives right next door to you. I don’t know if you might have seen her since she moved in.” The short lady told me.

  “What’s your name?” I asked her, smiling down at her, there was one thing that I liked about women. I liked it when they had confidence in themselves when they didn’t have to look at a man for the right answer to any question that was thrown at them.

  “Glenda.” The maid answered me quickly.

  “I’ve noticed her in passing but we’ve never talked. I never even knew her name until you spoke it just now.” I told her.