We Love Kink - Erotic Romance Anthology #1

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  Behind Closed Doors

  By Cooper McKenzie

  Chapter One

  Alaina Rowen closed and locked the front door with one hand while the other went to the waistband of her skirt. It had been a long day with little to show for it, except she was faced with a birthday during a three-day holiday weekend and no plans for either. She set the mail and her purse on the four-drawer antique dresser halfway down the wide hall that made up the center of the historical house.

  The plain brown box at the bottom of the pile sent a shiver of excitement through her as she released the band holding the end of her waist-length braid. She took a moment to comb her fingers through the length of caramel, gold hair to unwind the braid as she kicked off the sensible, black pumps she wore with nude-colored, knee high stockings. Then she stripped off the hose, tossing them down on top of the pumps as she wiggled her toes. How she hated stockings. She much preferred going without, but her father frowned on her going without stockings, even in the middle of summer.

  Looking in the mirror that hung over the hallway dresser she frowned at herself. “Alaina old girl, you have allowed yourself to be squeezed into this small, sad box of a life. Unless you kick the walls down, or climb out of it soon you will die an old maid working a job you hate, for your father who didn’t even remember today was your birthday. He probably thinks you’re still a virgin, too. If he only knew that behind closed doors you are a slut.”

  That statement had her smiling at the irony as she tossed her ankle-length skirt and jewel neck T-shirt over the banister. A moment later, the ice blue corset she’d worn underneath joined the pile.

  Wearing only the silk thong that matched the corset, she stretched up toward the ten-foot ceiling pushing up onto her toes in a whole body stretch. After holding it for a count of ten, she dropped her heels back to the floor, then bent forward to brush her palms over her blood red toenails. Stretching the muscles and tendons did nothing to ease the ache of hunger that ran from nipples to cunt. The ache she had lived with each day as she worked up proposals, filled out forms and dealt with clients as her father’s office manager in the family’s insurance agency. Her prim, proper, efficient façade was so well-constructed that no one ever saw past it to the real her.

  After flipping through the mail, which consisted of a birthday card from her dentist and one from her brother in Oregon, the cable bill, and two postcards advertising the same pizza delivery restaurant, she finally turned her attention to the plain brown box.

  The antique letter opener that had come to her when she inherited the house easily sliced through the tape. Licking her lips in anticipation, she sorted through the invoice, advertisements for her companies, and filler paper to pull out her purchase—a realistic looking and feeling vibrator, except for the fact that it was neon green. Her eyes widened in anticipation as her cunt dampened in preparation. With fingers that trembled with excitement, she opened the plastic packaging and pulled out the imitation cock. Quickly installing the supplied batteries, she twisted the base and smiled in hungry delight as it hummed to life.

  Turning it off again, she carried it with her as she padded to the kitchen. She pulled two bottles of beer from the refrigerator before heading to the patio behind the house.

  Tall, thick bushes shielded her yard from the neighbors’ view. At this time of evening, no one would be traveling the Neuse River that ran directly behind her property. New Bern, North Carolina was growing, but maintained a majority of its Southern charm, including rolling up the sidewalks at five o’clock. The warm summer air caressed her naked skin. Her nipples beaded and her cunt dampened even. She set one beer on the small iron café table on the patio.

  “Happy birthday, Alaina,” she opened the beer with a swift twist of her wrist. Walking to the edge of the patio, she lifted the beer, toasted the river, and the deep blue sky overhead. “Thank you God, for blessing me with another year. My birthday wish is, once again, a good man to replace this,” she held up the vibrator and waved it over her head, hoping God and his angels would see and take note.

  * * * * *

  Gray Woolphe adjusted the focus on the telescope until he could read the lips of the naked woman across the river. “…birthday wish is, once again, a good man to replace this.”

  “Ooo, she got herself a new toy,” he said, shifting his rapidly expanding cock to a more comfortable position.

  Knowing what was to come as the next few minutes had been repeated every evening during the past week, he reached for the buttons of his khaki cargo shorts. Stripping them off, he tossed them to the porch floor just outside his bedroom. His Marine green briefs and the T-shirt advertising a Colorado ski resort followed. He had come to look forward to this evening ritual since the first time he had witnessed it.

  That first evening he had watched, he had been at the kitchen sink when he saw what he thought was a naked woman across the river. Grabbing his mother’s bird-watching binoculars, he confirmed that the woman was indeed naked, though the glasses did little to enhance his view.

  The next day, Gray had dug his telescope out of the closet and set it up on the porch outside his third floor bedroom. The telescope greatly improved the view. Only once had he wondered if he could be arrested for long distance peeping. The thought slid away as the woman orgasmed across the river. Gray’s focus turned to his own self pleasure. He slowed his sliding hand, holding off his ejaculation, timing it so he came during her second orgasm. Then he watched as she disappeared back into her house.

  She had been late getting home tonight. Had someone taken her out for her birthday? When she finally appeared on the patio in nothing but a tiny bit of pale blue at her crotch, his cock grew ramrod hard, reminding him that it really had been too long since he had enjoyed the intimate attentions of a woman. Not that this wasn't fun, but skin to skin would be much, much better, in his opinion.

  Settling into the folding canvas director’s chair he had brought up from the downstairs porch, Gray took a long draw on his beer before focusing his entire attention on the captivating view across the river.

  * * * * *

  After her toast and birthday wish, Alaina chugged half of the first beer. She set the bottle in the empty flowerpot that marked the edge of the patio at the top of the three steps that led to the lawn. Then she twisted the vibrator’s base to its lowest position.

  Brushing the tip of the humming green cock over one turgid nipple and then the other, she closed her eyes and let the vibrations race through her from tit to pelvis. Slowly she traced a line down the center of her chest and flat belly. With her free hand, she pulled the thong to one side, uncovering her pussy. Using two fingers to separate the outer lips, she touched the vibrator to the erect and straining knot of nerves of her clit.

  She did not linger too long. It would not take much to drive her over the edge tonight, and it was too soon for the first of what she hoped would be many, many orgasms for the evening. She knew she did not have the stamina for one for each of her thirty years, but maybe a half dozen would relax her enough to sleep without the sex dreams that had haunted her for weeks. Then, hopefully by the end of the weekend, she would once again be mentally prepared to live the duality of prim, proper, southern belle in public and sex-deprived, wanton slut behind the closed doors of her home.

  She dragged the vibrator from knotted clit to wet open cunt and back again. On the third pass, she pushed just the head of the fake cock into her entrance. She held it there, closing her eyes as the thrumming sent shivers through her pelvis. Her need grew to a fever pitch, her body demanded completion, but her mind was determined to hold off. Pulling the cock out, she traced the way to her clit and then back again.

  This time when she reached the dripping opening of her cunt she slid the cock in halfway. Easing it out until only the head remained in her she paused a moment before shoving it all the way in. Her breathing growing faster as her body raced to completion, she twisted the speed control to high.

  The shivers grew to a th
rumming that radiated from cunt through torso all the way to her fingers and toes. Bringing her legs together to hold the vibrator in place, she pulsed her hips as if fucking the imitation cock. When her completion washed through her, she threw her head back and soundlessly screamed to the full moon overhead.

  Chapter Two

  Across the river, Gray’s hand flashed up and down the length of his hard, thick cock until his balls tightened. With one more pass from base to tip, pearly white cream shot from his cock, arcing high before it landed a direct hit on his T-shirt. He groaned as a second, third, and fourth volley shot across the porch.

  Once he could see again, Gray returned his attention to the woman who had become the center of both daydreams and more than a few midnight fantasies. Having been trained as a Cherokee healer since he could walk, Gray saw the soul deep pain in the woman. Her need and pain called to his spirit almost as hard as her knockout body.

  The wild streak he normally kept hidden from the world broke free from the iron control the Marines had taught him. He balled up his cum-soaked T-shirt then reached for his shorts. No one should be alone on their birthday, especially not a sexy woman who appeared to hate clothes and seemed so alone in the world.

  Heading through his bedroom, Gray grabbed a clean T-shirt from the dresser then shoved his feet into battered dock shoes. He got as far as the doorway before turning back for the large box of condoms in the top drawer of his nightstand.

  Cal Roberts, his best friend and wingman, had gifted him with the box containing a dozen condoms as a “welcome back to the world” gift when they had returned from a six-month tour in Iraq two weeks before.

  Condoms in hand, Gray raced down the stairs, pausing for a moment at the first floor landing. He looked to the front door, but hesitated. Driving the bridges across the Neuse and Trent Rivers and then weaving back through town would take too long.

  Turning, he headed through the kitchen, stopping only long enough to grab the boat keys off the pegboard by the telephone. He pulled the back door closed behind him then ran to the dock. Slipping the dock lines, he jumped on board his father’s boat and moved to the captain’s seat. As soon as the engine settled to a steady roar, he pushed the throttle forward and pointed the boat across the river.

  As he flew across the open water, Gray pinpointed her yard and was pleased to see an empty dock extending into the river. Easing the throttle forward another notch, he tried to come up with a plausible, sane, and believable explanation for the lust-fueled insanity he was about to commit.

  * * * * *

  As her hips pumped against the still thrumming vibrator deep inside her cunt, she lifted her hands to her breasts. Massaging the flesh and twisting her nipples, she rode a second,orgasmic wave nearly as powerful as the first. Breathless, yet still sadly unfulfilled, she reached between her legs and switched the vibrator off.

  Reaching for the open beer, she quickly finished it. Feeling weak, she staggered to the chair by the table where she collapsed onto one of the chairs. When the cold metal touched her bare skin she squeaked. Only then did she pull the sex-drenched imitation cock from her body.

  As she caught her breath and worked to regain some control, she heard a boat motor. Scanning the river visible? from where she was, she pinpointed the sound to a sleek speedboat heading across the river at a fast clip.

  Not just across the river, but toward her.

  Oh my God, had someone seen her? Standing, she staggered toward the house on wobbly legs that were still relaxed and loose from her sexercise. She tripped as she entered the back door, but with some fancy footwork, regained her balance before she fell flat on her face. She only had a minute to dress before the boat would be at her dock, so she did not bother with the corset. She sucked a breath as the soft cotton shirt settled over her still sensitive nipples.

  She pulled on her skirt as she headed back down the hall. By the time she stepped out the back door, the boat had arrived at her dock. She watched as the man secured it then walked toward her with long, unhurried steps. She crossed the patio slowly, uncertain, yet thrilled.

  She had to send him on his way as quickly as possible. It was her birthday and she had plans to spend the evening, hell the entire weekend, in as few clothes as possible while trying to tame the horny urges that grew stronger and more demanding by the day. Dressed again, she tried to shift mental gears back to the competent, efficient public persona of Alaina Rowen who always, always remained in control.

  She stopped at the top of the three wide stairs beside the flowerpot. Not sure what to do with her hands, she crossed them over her chest, but that pushed her unbound breasts up and together, rubbing her erect nipples against the soft fabric. Dropping her arms back to her sides, she clenched and unclenched her fists as she watched the man continue striding toward her.

  He was tall, built, and good looking with honey brown skin, though she couldn’t tell if it was his natural coloring or a tan. His hair, cut in the distinctive high and tight Marine style so many men around town wore. She could not tell if the strands were black or dark brown. His face was sculpted with high cheekbones, a prominent nose, and a strong jaw. Khaki shorts hung from his hips and ended just below his knees. His black T-shirt advertised that he got crabs from Dirty Dick’s Crab House. As he returned her blatant inspection, his eyes glowed silver. Her dark, sex-craving side silently screamed that this was the kind of man she needed.

  He looked healthy and in shape, but in a stark, hungry way that made her wonder if he’d had a home-cooked meal recently. His curious, yet predatory, expression made her wonder at his intentions as he continued across the yard.

  “This is private property,” she said in a stern voice as he approached the steps.

  “Uh huh,” he agreed with the smile. The only problem was his expression reminded her of a wolf on the hunt. He continued up the three wide steps to close the last few feet between them.

  “Who are you?”

  He stopped with only inches separating them. “I’m the answer to your birthday wish.”

  As one hand went to the middle of her back, the other cupped her jaw, lifting her face to his. He brushed his lips across hers once before settling in for an extended stay.

  Alaina lifted her hands, intending to push him away, but froze when the tip of his tongue traced across her lower lip. Her arms then inched their way around to his back. Her sensible public persona balked at her move, while her normally hidden bad girl jumped up and down screaming “Yippee!”

  Giving in to her dark side, Alaina parted her lips and extended her tongue in invitation. She squeezed him a bit tighter as she shifted her lower body against the bulge pressing into her belly. She tasted beer on his tongue and inhaling deeply, she smelled laundry detergent, clean male and citrusy, woodsy cologne.

  Her hands worked their way down his muscular back and into his shorts to caress the solid mounds of his tight ass. The hand cupping her jaw drifted down her neck and chest, to palm her breast with an easy familiarity that made her cunt clench.

  When he broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard and fast. Alaina stared up at him, her eyes wide when she realized exactly where her hands were. She swallowed hard and blinked, but could not think of a single thing to say.

  “Happy birthday.” His eyes glowed silver through the growing darkness.

  “Oh my,” she jerked her hands free of his shorts and took a step back. “Oh my.”

  Her cunt puffed up and dripping, her libido shifted into hyperdrive, the two sides of her personality were warring, each whispering advice on how to get through the next few minutes. The advice was so contradictory she took another step back. She wasn’t sure where she was going or why, but she had to put enough distance between them that she could think. She needed to decide whether to slap him or apologize.

  Chapter Three

  Gray felt as stunned as the time in high school when he had been hit by a line drive baseball and ended up with a concussion. In that moment he also understood what his
stepfather had told him about love coming to you when least expected. Too bad the woman was looking at him with an expression of horror mixed with fascination as she slowly backed away.

  Not wanting to lose her now that he had found her, Gray matched her step for step across the patio.

  “What’s your name?” Maybe holding a normal conversation would force his brain to climb out of his shorts.

  “Alaina Rowen.”

  “I’m Gray Woolphe. W, two Os, L, P, H, E. Some Indian agent’s idea of a joke a hundred and some years ago.” He smiled, hoping he looked friendly and not as horny as he felt.

  “You’ve been watching me.” Her words weren’t a question nor an accusation, but a statement of fact.

  Gray nodded. “When you wished for a man for your birthday, I knew I could make your wish come true. I’m not a masher or an ax murderer or anything like that. I’m a Marine Corps pilot. I’ve been deployed overseas for the past six months. I’m currently on leave, but start back on duty at Cherry Point next week.”

  Even as she nodded, she took another step backward. When her leg connected with the edge of a chair, she lost her balance and landed hard, her gaze still locked on his face. She looked stunned. She looked fearful. She looked like she wanted to rip his clothes off and have him for dinner. Gray eased into the other chair as he sent a prayer heavenward that she would.

 

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