Everything Erotic
Year One, Issues Four, Five and Six
Tales from December 1st, 2010 to February 28th, 2011
Red Hot Publishing
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Copyright © 2010 C.J. Ellisson, Danielle Gavan, Delilah Devlin, Greta Goddard, Boone Brux, Melissa Ecker, M.K. Elliott, Nickie Asher, Scarlett Jameson, Whitley Gray.
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Issue Four:
Whitley Gray – Meredith Medical Center Part IV; MMC Special Holiday Edition
Scarlett Jameson – A Hot Reception
Nickie Asher – Shades of Crimson; Lord of Shadows II
M.K. Elliott – Sexy Shoes
Melissa Ecker – Winter Retreat
Greta Goddard – Resolution
Delilah Devlin – Hired Hand
Danielle Gavan – Sleeping Succubus
C.J. Ellisson – Stocking Stuffers
Boone Brux – Peter and Pumpkin; Dao That to Me One More Time
Issue Five:
Boone Brux – Pumpkin’s Great Escape ; White Tigress & The Jade Dragon
C.J. Ellisson – Johnny Living Dangerously: Kimmie ; Sex Toy Review #4
Danielle Gavan – The Erotic Adventures of Sidony Tassen 4
Greta Goddard – Coffee Break
Melissa Ecker – Instant Revenge
M.K. Elliott – Fated, The Girl Next Door
Nickie Asher – Shades of Crimson: Madison Returns; Lord of Shadows 3
Scarlett Jameson – A Hot Librarian
Whitley Gray – Meredith Medical Center Part 5
Issue Six:
Whitley Gray – MMC Valentine’s Edition
Scarlett Jameson – A Hot Dinner Date
Nickie Asher – Lord of Shadows 4 ; Shades of Crimson - Final
M.K. Elliott – Break In
Melissa Ecker – Consenting Adults
Greta Goddard – Private Dancer
Delilah Devlin – Nip ‘n’ Tuck
Danielle Gavan – Bippity, Boppity, Banged
C.J. Ellisson – Johnny Living Dangerously Chapter 3; More Than Tolerable
Boone Brux – Gold Rush ; Peter and Pumpkin – The Final Chapter
Alice Gaines – Wonderslut 4 ; The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X
Part Four
By Whitley Gray
Salty musky lips kissed Sam’s. “I’ve waited so long for that, Sam. Thought I’d never see the day.”
Sam’s throat tightened. All those months alone, and Leo had been right here, patiently waiting. He brushed back damp blond strands and met the aquamarine gaze. “What do you want?”
“Want?”
Sam grinned. “Yeah, want.”
“Want to try out the cot?”
Sam’s hands splayed on Leo’s waist. His eyes drifted shut and he sighed, the sated smile still on his face.
Leo grinned; he’d pulled this expression from Sam, took him from needy to blissful. The taste of Sam’s cock had ramped up his own arousal, and he was hard as a diamond, aching for release.
Sam’s whiskey-colored eyes gazed at him. “The cot?”
Yeah, for starters. He’d stretch Sam out on the bed, explore the cut muscles of that taut body with his hands and mouth, sample every square inch of Sam’s olive skin, and probe the secret places with his tongue...
“Are you okay with… the cot?” Leo murmured. Please, say yes.
He drew a knuckle down the trail of soft dark hair bisecting Sam’s midline, stopping above the thatch surrounding his shaft, rubbed his thumbs into the hollows where Sam’s legs met his groin.
Sam shuddered.
To sink himself balls deep in Sam’s firm ass would be heaven. The thought of that velvet heat gloving his cock… God. Would Sam enjoy that? Leo groaned and pushed his erection against Sam’s hip, letting him feel the hardness.
“It’ll be good Sam, I swear.” The rich scent of bay rum and citrus filled his nose as he ran his lips along Sam’s neck.
In response, fingers tightened on his waist. One palm drifted in a tantalizing sweep to his hip, over to his shaft, and rubbed with exquisite clarity through his scrubs. Leo bucked. The hand stroked between his legs, weighed his testicles.
“Too many clothes,” Sam muttered.
Leo watched as nimble fingers untied the drawstring of his pants. Underneath, he had on nothing but a tan, and his erection peeked out of the loosened waist of his scrubs. A hoarse sound broke from Sam, and he glanced up, the needy look draping his features.
Leo grinned. He could get used to seeing that look. And Sam’s expression when he came. Beautiful.
Leo kicked free of the pants and his cock jutted out, swollen and throbbing. Ready.
Warm palms cupped Leo’s ass and squeezed, urging him closer. His cock nestled against Sam’s hip.
“You can have whatever you want,” Sam breathed. His hands grazed Leo’s nipples.
“I want to fuck you.” Leo trailed his fingers down Sam’s spine, delved into the hot crevice between his butt cheeks, gently exploring. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah.” Sam’s eyes darkened, and he wrapped a hand around Leo’s neck, pulled him in for a hard kiss and nipped his lower lip. “I want that.”
A blast of heat went through Leo. Yes. He said yes. Against his thigh, Sam’s cock stirred.
Leo’s twitched in answer. Callused fingers closed around him, did a slow slide down, and then back up. Somehow, Sam knew how he liked to be touched. A drop of pre-come welled in the tiny slit. Sam’s thumb smeared the moisture on the head, teased the cleft and the ridge. The other hand cupped his testicles, and a fingertip stroked the sensitive skin between his sac and his hole.
Electrifying arousal shot through his bloodstream to his cock, and his balls tightened. “Let’s get horizontal.”
He guided Sam over to the cot and gently pushed him down, climbed on and stretched out next to him, face-to-face. Sam had a hard-on, and that needy look on his face.
Excellent. Hard and needy.
He already loved pleasuring Sam, watching the ecstasy develop on his features as he squeezed his eyes shut and his lips parted in a hoarse cry. Leo took Sam’s mouth, and the man responded hungrily, sucking on his tongue.
His stiff cock slid along Sam’s, skin against skin. So damn good. He’d never gotten this hard for anyone. Only for Sam.
He scraped the hard little nubs of Sam’s nipples, and was rewarded with a moan. So damn responsive to every touch, and it cranked his own desire up. An ache began in his testicles, a tightness building, demanding release.
Sam’s hand ran down Leo’s back and grabbed onto his ass, pulled their bodies together and thrust against him. Leo thrust back.
“Sam, you want me inside you?”
“Sure.”
Sam nuzzled his ear, and a tiny spark of pain stung his earlobe. Oh, yeah. A man who liked it a little hard, a little intense. Leo licked Sam’s clavicle and lightly bit him on the deltoid. Salt and spice mixed on his tongue with the lingering flavor of Sam’s cock.
Sam’s scratchy beard rasped against his. A warm mouth kissed a trail to the sensitive spot where Leo’s neck met his shoulder. Sam sucked the skin there, dropped down and closed his lips around Leo’s nipple before moving lower still. A hot wet tongue dipped into his navel.
Then Sam kissed the head of Leo’s cock.
Leo bowed off the bed. “Sam, I want you… now.”
Sam sat back on his knees. “Do you have… supplies?”
Leo got to his feet and crossed the room to his locker. Thank God he’d laid in what they’d need. In case. He grabbed a couple of condoms and a tube of KY jelly.
Sam rolled onto his stomach.
God, he had a terrific ass, firm and round. Leo ran a hand over the curves, then knelt on the cot and squirted lube on his fingers, rubbing them together until the gel warmed. “Ready?”
“Please,” Sam groaned.
Leo’s cock throbbed. This was going to be… so good. He worked the lube between Sam’s ass cheeks, lightly circling the sensitive hole and piercing him with a fingertip. Sam moaned and pushed back against him. Leo eased his finger into Sam’s passage, and he tensed. Leo froze.
“You sure about this, Sam?”
“Yeah,” he gasped. “It’s been awhile for me.”
Leo leaned over and inhaled the clean scent of citrus and spice of Sam, kissed the warm skin of his back, worked his way up to his shoulder, then softly pressed his lips to Sam’s.
“Relax. I’ll go slow.”
Sam blew out a breath and nodded, spreading his legs further apart.
Leo squirted more lube on his fingers and massaged it into the tender skin, pressed in with a thumb. So far, so good. He rubbed a little, pushed the other thumb in, widening the passage, rubbing until he felt the muscles relax. Sam shuddered and pushed back against him.
Leo patted him on the side, urged him to roll over. Sam’s rigid shaft poked up.
Leo grinned. One more taste. He licked up the underside of Sam’s cock, taking the head in his mouth. Flavors of salt, sex, and man, a heady combination. He sucked on the length and it thickened.
A moan came from Sam, and he arched and pulled up his legs in invitation. “I want you inside me.”
Yeah. He wanted that too. Leo reared back, sheathed himself in a condom, and spread some lube on the latex. He covered Sam’s mouth, slick and urgent, kissing him hard. Sam’s hands fluttered down his back, stroking, settling on his ass and urging him on.
Leo pushed the head of his shaft against Sam’s entrance, working his cock forward, slowly rocking. The tight ring of muscle relaxed, and suddenly he was through heaven’s gate. Soft heat surrounded him, the sensation so good he almost spilled. Sam gasped.
“Okay?” Leo panted.
“Yeah. Fine.” Sam smiled, eyes closed, and lifted his hips.
Leo moved, push and pull, loving the heat and the tightness, building to pounding strokes, angling his thrusts to stimulate his lover’s prostate. Sam palmed his own erection and pumped.
Too soon, tingling ran down Leo’s spine. He tried to hold back, wanting to prolong this for Sam, for himself, make the pleasure last, but the months of anticipation ensured he wouldn’t last long.
With a hoarse cry, Sam began to come, ribbons of white shooting onto his chest. The response tipped Leo over, hot jets pouring out of him, sending shockwaves of pleasure out to every nerve ending. The room blurred, then slowly came back into focus.
That look of ecstasy covered Sam’s face, and Leo grinned. Damn. He loved that look.
Whiskey-colored eyes cracked open and gazed up at him.
“Was it good, Sam?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Hell, yeah.”
Leo rubbed his cheek against Sam’s. Waiting in the locker room had worked out better than Leo had anticipated. He’d set out to ease Sam’s mind and communicate his own desire, but discovering Sam harbored some hot desires of his own… mind-blowing.
“Do you still want to go out for a beer?” Sam murmured in his ear.
Leo pulled back and grinned. “Who needs beer?”
Meredith Medical Center Special Holiday Edition
By Whitley Gray
Larry Wolf shook his head and grinned as he cleaned out the ambulance. His partner was getting sappy around the holidays.
Jared Browning had tied together a sprig of mistletoe and a quarter-size silver star and hung the ornament from the rearview mirror.
Chief Keegan would have a fit if he thought his two paramedics were treating the ambulance like a Christmas sleigh. Larry untied the red satin ribbon and pulled the decoration from the mirror, then placed it in the center console.
The wind howled outside the hospital ambulance bay. As soon as he finished cleaning and restocking, they’d drive back to the fire station, hand off to the holiday crew, and Christmas Eve could start in earnest.
Maybe he’d stop on the way home for an Irish coffee, see if any unattached friends were hanging out at his usual haunt.
Then home. Maybe watch It’s a Wonderful Life, wrap the presents for his nieces and nephews. And tomorrow…
He grimaced. Tomorrow, to his parents’ house for dinner with his three brothers, their wives and kids. As usual, he’d be the ‘extra man’ at dinner, as his mother called him. Since it was Christmas, she wouldn’t surprise him with a date.
The holidays were the pits when you were single. No wonder people got depressed.
He finished stocking the overhead bins.
Jared walked into the heated ambulance bay. “Hey, ready to go?”
“Yeah, no thanks to you. We’re stocked and locked.” He jumped down from the back of the ambulance and slammed the doors shut. “Let’s go.”
“Snowing like mad out there,” Jared said, sliding into the shotgun seat. “You want me to drive?”
Larry buckled his seat belt and hit the remote to raise the emergency vehicle garage door. “You drove last time.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Jared settled back in his seat. “Hey! What did you do with my ornament?”
“In the console. You know Keegan doesn’t go for that stuff.”
“But that’s my Christmas wishing star.”
Larry grinned as he shifted into drive and steered the rig out into the swirling snow. “A what?”
“A wishing star. Gonna ask Santa for something special.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Like a girl for my partner.” Jared smirked.
Larry blew out a gusty sigh. Jared was happily married, with two kids and one on the way. At work, too, Larry was the ‘extra man.’ He punched the remote, and the door of bay number three closed behind them. He started down the ramp, away from the Emergency Department.
Jared tightened his seatbelt. “Man. It’s really coming down. Can’t hardly see the road. Bet the highway’s bad.”
Larry gripped the steering wheel. “The firehouse is only two miles outside of town. I’ll have you back in no time, and then you’re home to Cindy and the kids.”
In town, traffic had dwindled to almost nothing. Larry turned onto Highway 61 and headed for Fire Station number 22. He took a deep breath and left the city behind. Gonna be a white knuckler, driving in this.
The blizzard raged around them as they crawled along. The hurricane of snow, now unobstructed by buildings, obliterated visibility and screeched like a polar bear in pain. The vehicle rocked in the wind.
Larry caught a glimpse of Jared wrapping his fingers around one of the grab handles on the doorjamb.
“My driving making you nervous?”
“This storm’s making me nervous. Maybe we shouldn’t have left the hospital.”
Larry squeezed the wheel. “We’ll make it.”
“Yeah, but—”
The sound of tearing metal ripped through the underside of the cab. The ambulance listed sideways and jolted to a stop, and the dashboard lights went out and the headlights dimmed.
“Shit! What was that?” Larry’s gaze flew to the side view mirror. Nothing but white showed at the windows.
“Whatever it was, it’s not good.” Jared pulled on his door handle, and nothing happened. “Door’s jammed.”
Larry reached for the radio handset and clicked the mike, then turned the knobs on the console. “Radio’s dead. How about the computer?”
Jared tapped the keys. “Nada. No Wi-Fi.”
Larry groaned. “Cell phone.”
They pulled out their phones.
“No bars,” they said in unison.
“Shit.” Larry pulled two flashlights out of the console and handed one to Jared, who uncharacteristically cussed.
“Yeah shit. Now what?”
“We wait.”
“I could walk for help—”
“No. Too dangerous, and Cindy would kill me if I let you.”
Jared opened the console and pulled out the wishing star.
Larry raised an eyebrow. “What’re you doing?”
“As bad as this storm is, we need all the help we can get. Better make a wish.”
Larry grinned in spite of himself. “Just a big kid, aren’t you, Browning?”
“Hey. Whatever it takes.” He tied the star to the rearview.
Jared was right. They weren’t going anywhere without help.
Like magic, a light reflected in the driver’s side mirror. The light grew and stopped next to them.
Larry stared. “What in the—”
Jared peered out Larry’s window. “It’s a plow.”
A gloved hand knocked on their door.
Larry lowered the window. Snow whirled in and stole the heat.
The plow driver stood there bundled up in heavy clothes. “You boys stuck?”
“Yeah.” The wind whisked away Larry’s words. “Can you give one of us a lift to the fire station down by the wildlife preserve?”
Jared grabbed his arm. “We’ll both go.”
Larry shook his head. “I’ll stay with the ambulance. You go and have them bring a tow truck.”
“Larry, you need to—”
“Time’s a wastin’!” yelled the plow driver. “I can’t stop for long, boys!”
“I’ll be fine,” Larry said. “You’ll be back in no time.”
Jared shrugged into his parka, pulled on his gloves, and clambered across Larry to the driver’s side door. “We’ll be back soon. Stay in the vehicle. No Superman stuff.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go,” Larry yelled.
Jared and the plow driver disappeared. The light moved away from the ambulance, swallowed up in the storm.
Cold infiltrated the cab, and Larry tried the engine. The starter didn’t turn over. Hell. Now he couldn’t run the heater.
“Must’ve damaged something big,” he muttered. He punched on the hazard lights. The yellow triangle flashed as he uneasily watched the dense flakes turn red in the emergency lights. Maybe he should have gone with them. The emergency vehicle belonged to the county, not him, and it could be awhile. Damn it, he’d counted on the heater.
If another plow came along, he’d hitch a ride.
He zipped his heavy winter coat up to the collar and shoved his hands into his gloves, then swung between the front seats into the back of the ambulance.
Nothing looked out of place, even though the vehicle leaned toward the passenger side. He shined the flashlight into one of the wall bins and pulled out a couple of fleece blankets, then tested the battery-operated silver warming wrap. He flipped the switch, and a green light came on, then slowly faded.
“Aw, hell.” The only other heat source. He wrapped up in a fleece, then sat on the gurney.
What a way to spend Christmas Eve.
What difference did that make, Christmas Eve? Not like he had big plans, or someone to get home to, like Jared.
At least the ‘extra man’ would have a good story for Christmas dinner tomorrow.
Assuming he got out of this alive.
Way to be morbid, Wolf.
His breath steamed out, hanging in small clouds in the frigid air. Better get the other fleece. Wrapped in the two blankets, he stepped up to the cab and settled in the driver’s seat. The cold had seeped into the ambulance, and another shiver went through him. A yawn stretched his jaw. Maybe he’d just close his eyes for a while…
No. Couldn’t sleep. Might get hypothermia or frostbite if it got too cold in here. If he just had his MP3 player, or something to keep him awake. He groaned. What he wouldn’t give for a steaming cup of coffee right now. The warmth had dissipated, and his breath looked like smoke. How long could he stay here without heat?
The blizzard formed mesmerizing patterns like an enormous pinwheel. Absolutely hypnotic. He blinked, then again, and each blink longer than the last, until his lids stayed closed.
A knock on the window jolted him awake.
A figure in red tapped on the glass.
Larry blew out a breath. Thank God. Another plow. Time to get out of here.
He clicked on the flashlight and pushed the door open. Instead of a plow driver, the light illuminated a young woman wrapped in a scarlet parka.
“My car,” she yelled over the wind.
“Get in,” Larry shouted.
The woman stepped on the running board and launched herself into Larry’s lap, and he slammed the door closed. She wriggled, and the friction woke up his cock.
Whoa. Hadn’t felt that in a while.
The woman swiveled and moved into Jared’s seat, brushing snow off her shoulders. In the glow of his flashlight, she pulled off her hat. Damp auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders. She turned to face him, and his breath caught. The beam revealed a face like an angel. Wide brown eyes, full kissable lips. A gorgeous smile.
A Christmas angel. Maybe there was something to this wishing star business.
Get your mind off your dick, Wolf. This isn’t a date.
“I’m Larry.” His breath puffed out in a white mist, and he freed one hand from a glove to shake.
“Holly. Thanks for letting me in. My car got stuck and the engine died.” She pulled off her mittens and shook his hand.
Her fingers were icy in his. With the flashlight, Larry inspected her skin: waxy white. “Dangerous to be out in this weather. How far did you walk?”
“I don’t know. It seemed like miles.”
Larry leaned in to study her fingertips, and bumped foreheads with Holly. He felt the blood rush to his face. “Sorry. Do your hands hurt?”
A shiver ran through her. “Um, they’re pretty much numb.”
Bad sign. Larry grimaced. “Can I look at your feet?”
She raised an eyebrow, then pulled off her wet boots and socks. Her feet had the same bloodless tallow appearance as her hands.
Larry caught her eyes. “I think you have early frostbite. We need to get you warmed up right away.”
He held her hands between his, feeling the tremors running through her. She was going to think he was trying to get into her pants when she heard the solution. “You need to get out of these wet clothes.”
Her liquid brown eyes widened.
“I swear it’s not a come-on. You’re… you’re safe with me.”
She appraised him in the dim light, then nodded.
Well, that had been easy. He gestured with the flashlight. “In the back.”
Holly swung between the seats, stepped through into the patient area, and sat on the bench.
Larry laid the flashlight next to her and pulled out a fleece blanket and a set of blue scrubs. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
Holly’s gaze dropped to his lips for a second, then met his eyes. Larry felt a stirring in his groin. Why did he have to meet her like this?
“Larry?”
Her voice carried a husky note, and more blood headed south to his cock. He cleared his throat.
“Yeah?”
“Can you help me with my clothes? I can’t feel my hands.”
More heat warmed his face and his groin. No wonder there wasn’t enough blood left for his brain. He leaned in and unzipped her wet parka, then pushed it off her shoulders.
Cool lips touched his. The flashlight rolled off the bench and spun crazily across the floor like an emergency light. Her mouth was soft but without the expected warmth; still, his body reacted immediately. His cock hardened to steel.
Larry threaded his fingers through her damp hair and inhaled as he kissed her. She smelled so good. Like cinnamon and vanilla. Like sugar cookies. Good enough to eat.
Eat her. Damn.
As if she read his thoughts, Holly pulled back. “Sorry. Your hands are so warm, I just wanted to...”
“No problem. I… liked warming you.” He grinned.
She peeled a wet turtleneck over her head, revealing a red satin bra.
He swallowed hard. Was this really happening? Was he enough of a professional to do this, after she kissed him? He grabbed the light off the floor, and stood it upright on the bench like a torch.
Holly got to her feet. “Can you help me with my jeans?”
Larry complied and stripped off the slush-soaked denim, uncovering a matching red thong. He groaned. At eye level, a near-naked woman’s sex hid behind a thin layer of satin. He could smell her. He could almost taste her. A shiver ran through him, part cold, part desire.
He stood, grabbed a fleece blanket and wrapped it around her, then flipped back the sheets and blankets on the bed. “Get in.”
Holly curled up on the thick mattress of the gurney, and he pulled the covers over her. She turned to face the wall. “God, I’m freezing!”
He lay down on top of the bedding next to her and draped the second fleece over them along with the unheated shock blanket. Larry spooned around her and rubbed her arm. No warmth radiated through the sheets and the fleece.
Holly snuggled against the hollow of his body, and her butt bumped his engorged cock. He tensed.
Did she feel that? Hard to hide something that obvious. What would it be like to—no. Don’t push against her, just warm her up. Forget about sex.
Holly rolled over to face him. Her teeth chattered. “I’m s-s-soooo c-cold.”
Hypothermia. Larry swallowed. “I’m worried about your core body temperature. I need to get you warm.”
Holly nodded.
“The best way to do that is to take off our clothes and share body heat.”
She shivered. “Okay.”
Wow. That was fast. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please, Larry. I’m so cold.”
He swung off the bed, shrugged out of his parka, then stripped off his two shirts. The cold slapped him like an icy hand, and his nipples tightened. Holly gazed up at him as she shook with cold. He kicked off his boots, then turned his back to shuck his jeans, feeling his face heat again as soon as he unzipped.
Of course, he’d picked today to wear the boxer briefs with little candy canes all over them, and the phrase “Welcome to the North Pole” across the front. He’d never take another dare from his oldest brother regarding underwear. His erection strained at the material. He held his parka in front of him and pivoted.
Holly whipped the covers back and invited him into bed, not commenting on his boxers or his pole.
He slid in with her, then pulled out the parka and spread it over them. He hadn’t been this naked with a woman for... well, a long time. Holly cuddled into his chest and belly and he rubbed her back as he kept his groin out of range.
Her cool palm rubbed his erection.
He gasped, and his resolve crumbled.
This time, he brought his mouth down on hers, hot and hungry. His tongue slipped between her lips. God, she even tasted like sugar cookies, this ice angel.
Did she taste like this…everywhere? Another wave of desire traveled down to his cock.
He moved his mouth down to her neck, and then to her red satin bra. Holly rolled to her back and unsnapped the front closure, and he groaned as the thing parted, revealing pale breasts in the low light.
Her nipples looked like gumdrops, and he closed his lips around one peak, suckled. Sweet as a lollipop. Holly whimpered.
Starting to feel warm in here, at least to him. His inner furnace roared, ready to warm her inside and out.
Under the covers, he kissed his way down her chilly stomach, blew warm air into her belly button, then peeked up at her. “Holly.”
“Mmm?”
“Did you know an orgasm can burn up to three hundred calories and generate heat?”
“Maybe we should try that.”
Under the covers, he drew off her thong and pushed off his briefs.
With care, he rolled between her legs and urged her knees apart, and smoothed his thumbs up her inner thighs to her center. Here, heat greeted his questing fingers. Had to get a taste.
As he licked up her cleft, vanilla and sugar flavors melted on his tongue, drawing a deep groan from him and a sigh from Holly. Just like a Christmas cookie. The next laps he teased her clit until she arched, and gripped his head.
He gently bit down, and she cried out. Tremors ran through her, this time induced by orgasm instead of cold. Larry shook with his need and shivered with her.
They should conserve the heat. He moved back up her body and curled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Warmth hovered in the scant space between them. His cock basked in the close proximity, wanting to try out the hot glove of Holly’s body.
Cool fingers closed on his erection. He jumped.
“Wow. You’re still cold.”
She let go. “Sorry.”
“’S okay. Give me your hands.”
He flattened her palms against his chest, gritting his teeth against the cold, holding them there until her hands felt warm.
“Can you flex your fingers?”
She made a fist, then opened her fingers like a flower. “They feel hot, like pins and needles. Prickly. Not painful.”
He kissed her palm. “Sounds like you’re thawing out.”
“Does this feel better?” Her fingers stroked his erection. This time, electric pleasure spread out from his groin. Holly squeezed gently, moved up and down.
His hips flexed, and he pushed into her hand. “Are your fingers okay? You don’t have to—”
Holly pressed a finger to his lips, and swung her leg over his hip. “I want you to warm me. Inside.”
His cock throbbed at her words. How could he possibly refuse her? He slid his thigh between hers, pressing on her core.
She moaned. “Do you have protection?”
Larry nodded and snaked an arm out and pulled his wallet from his jeans. Thank God he still carried the two foil packets. They were cold as snow, and he held them in his hand until they warmed. Holly took one and tore the foil, then rolled the latex down his cock.
Larry covered her with his body and devoured her mouth as his skin heated hers. His shaft rubbed against her cleft, and a delicious tightening curled at the small of his back.
“Warm enough?” he panted.
She wrapped her arms against his neck. “Getting there.”
Larry guided his cock to her opening and pushed inside. She gasped at his entry, and he froze.
“You okay, Holly?” God, could he even stop now?
“You’re… very warm. And big.”
He chuckled and pulled his hips back, then thrust again. Holly’s fingers smoothed his hair off his forehead, and she pulled him down for an open-mouthed kiss, her lips now warm and supple. Her tongue came forward to meet his, sliding along his, hot and smooth. Larry shifted his weight to one forearm and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb across the nipple.
Her skin had warmed, and his cock thickened inside her. Holly moaned. God, he loved that sound. So sexy.
As he found a rhythm, her hips rose to meet his. Larry reached between them and thumbed her clit, drawing moans from her until she hit her climax, calling his name as she shuddered.
He didn’t last long, coming hard inside her.
After he got his breath, he pulled out.
“Are you warm?” he whispered.
“Very warm. Feels good.”
He kissed her. “Good.” A hell of a way to stave off hypothermia and frostbite. But worth it. Definitely worth it.
Jared breathed a sigh of relief when the ambulance came into view, half buried in a snow drift. As soon as the plow stopped, he jumped out and waded to the driver’s door. Locked.
He hammered on the window. “Larry! You in there?”
His partner’s head appeared around the corner, then Larry stepped into the front, dressed in his shirts and wrapped in a fleece. He pushed open the door.
“Jared. Man, am I glad to see you. I have—”
Jared pushed into the driver’s seat and closed the door. “Sorry it took so long, buddy. Let’s get you out of here. Where’s your coat, man?”
“There’s a girl here too. Her car got stuck in the snow.”
Jared raised his eyebrows. How in the hell had she made it through the blizzard to the ambulance? “Okaaaay. Let’s get both of you out of here.”
A girl in blue hospital scrubs and Larry’s coat appeared over Larry’s shoulder. “Hi. I’m Holly.”
Jared grinned. “Let’s go.”
The morning after Christmas, Jared inspected the retrieved ambulance at the fire station. No apparent damage and the thing started right up.
Huh.
He opened the back doors, and began the cleanup. Larry had apparently utilized every sheet and fleece to warm up the girl. Lucky she’d found Larry, or she might have died.
Larry had invited her to Christmas dinner at his folks. Jared shook his head. No extra man this holiday for Larry. Quite a gift from Santa.
Jared stripped the gurney. Tangled in the sheets at the foot of the bed was a red satin thong.
Jared stared for a moment, then grinned. “Wishes do come true.”
By Scarlett Jameson
Now that his little sister Sally’s wedding had gone off without a hitch and the reception was well under way, Cabe could finally turn his attention to his own plans for the evening. Seducing Sally’s friend, Mandy.
Bookish and prim, little librarian Mandy had bloomed tonight. Gone were the little glasses and shapeless dresses. Her blond hair fell in waves around her bare shoulders and the champagne she’d been chugging put a rosy hue in her cheeks. Even when she’d tried to hide her femininity, he’d always found her attractive. The only difference was tonight, everyone else could see it, too. And the sharks were circling.
As Mandy swayed on the dance floor, another man approached her. There’d been several men that swooped in for a dance, then another would bring a drink, then another would dance with her again. He didn’t know what their game plan was, but he was putting an end to it.
He sauntered up behind the man currently dancing with Mandy and tapped him on the shoulder. “I’m cutting in.”
Her eyes popped open at his voice. Surprise, and was that happiness? shone from her emerald gaze.
The man shrugged off Cabe’s hand and held Mandy tighter. “Beat it, dude.”
Cabe brought his hand down on the guy, clamping down on the muscle that ran from neck to shoulder. Shark-boy loosened his grip on Mandy as his knees buckled, taking him to the floor. Eight years in the Marines had taught him some handy tricks. “I wasn’t asking.”
He released the guy and he stood, eyeing Cabe with wariness and hate, but he left dance floor.
Cabe held his hand out to Mandy. After a long searching look, she accepted his silent invitation and he swept her into his arms. Exactly where she belonged.
He’d waited years for this moment, wanting her from afar. First, she’d been too young. Then he’d gone into the Marines and didn’t want to leave a girlfriend alone for long periods of time. Now he was out, had a good job, a lot to offer a woman. To offer Mandy.
He pulled her in tighter and she snuggled in close. “You look beautiful tonight.”
Mandy raised her head from his chest and looked at his chin, as though she were afraid of what she’d see in his eyes. “Is that why you wanted to dance with me?” Words hung between them, left unsaid, but there just the same. Because I look different tonight?
Tipping her chin up, he looked into the green eyes that haunted his dreams for ten years. “I’ve always thought you looked beautiful. The difference is that I can finally do something about it.”
Confusion furrowed her brow, but he knew now wasn’t the time for talk. He needed to show her how he felt. He brought his mouth down to hers, and the spark when lips met lips jolted through him, straight down to his cock.
He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, asking entrance. After a brief hesitation, she granted it, opening her mouth to him. Cabe explored every crevice, savoring the sweet vanilla taste of her mixed with the fruity champagne she’d been drinking all night.
A moan escaped him when she pushed her tentative tongue into his own mouth. God, she was so sweet. Someone bumped into him, breaking the spell and he pulled away from her. He’d forgotten where they were.
Looking around, he saw the dancers gyrating. The song had changed to something fast. He turned his attention back to Mandy, who blinked as though waking up.
“Come upstairs with me, Mandy?” He held his breath, hoping he wasn’t pushing too far, too fast.
Mandy searched his face for a long moment. Whatever she’d been searching for, she seemed to have found it. She straightened her shoulders and nodded.
Relief made him nearly boneless, but he managed to guide her out of the banquet hall, through the hotel lobby and into the elevator without making a fool of himself. He pushed the button for his floor and kept his arm around his prize.
As the ‘6’ lit up, the doors slid open. They walked down the hall to his room. A green light flashed when he slid the key card into the slot. Opening the door, he turned to Mandy. She’d been so quiet. Was she having second thoughts?
“I’d really like you stay with me, but if you’re not sure—”
Shaking her head, she pushed him into the room and shut the door behind them. “I’m sure. Love me tonight.” She grabbed his hand, and walking backward, led him to the bed.
He cupped her jaw. “Always.”
Claiming her mouth in a searing kiss, electricity raced through him at her taste. He nibbled at her lips and she opened further, rubbing her body against his. His hands slid from her face to her back, and the zipper to her dress. She’d looked lovely in the little green strapless number, but he’d bet anything that she’d look even better without it.
Cabe finally broke away from the kiss when he’d unzipped the dress. Stepping away, the garment pooled into a green mass of silk at her feet. The sight of her took his breath away.
No bra, silk stockings held up by a garter belt and thong panties. All he could was stare. After several silent moments, she shifted from foot to foot. As she lifted an arm to cover herself, he finally broke from his stupor.
“Don’t.”
She stopped and looked at his face. His thoughts must have been written in neon letters, because she straightened up and boldly stepped forward, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms.
Her action set him in motion and he quickly stripped out of the rest of his clothes. She removed her panties and reached for the buckles on the stockings.
“Leave the stockings and garters on.”
Mandy nodded and scooted up onto the bed. He quickly followed and crushed her lips in another kiss that sent fire licking through his blood. God, she made him so hot. After all this time, he wouldn’t last long. He needed to get her as hot as he was.
Kissing a trail from her mouth down to her breasts, he sucked one turgid nipple into his mouth and tugged. Mandy groaned, arching into him as her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer. At her reaction, his dick got even harder and bobbed closer to where it wanted to be. Not yet.
He twirled his tongue around the bud and sucked again before moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. A whimper escaped her when he pulled away.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
He kissed his way down to her mound. The closely trimmed curls were already wet. Spreading her legs, he drank in the sight of her cunt, red, swollen, and wet. For him.
Mandy propped up on her elbows. “Is something wrong?”
“Nope. Just admiring the view.” With that, he leaned in and swiped his tongue along her slit, ending at her clit, but not touching it. Not yet.
He nibbled the outer lips protecting her sex, lapping up her juices. Mandy tried to arch her hips, but he held them to the bed while he teased her higher.
Plunging two fingers inside her, he finally showed her clit some attention. He circled his tongue around it as he set up a steady rhythm with his hand. Her body bowed toward him and he added another finger. Her clenching walls told him she was close. Thank God. He didn’t know how much longer he could last.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, Cabe rubbed the slightly nubby spot, her G spot. Mandy exploded around him. As she came down from her orgasm, he pulled away long enough to roll on a condom.
Then he was back, nudging her slit with his cock, running the tip through her juices. She opened her legs further and he entered her with one thrust.
Heat enveloped him as her inner muscles rippled up and down his dick. God, she felt good. Wrapping her legs around him, Mandy pushed against him and his control broke. He pulled out and drove back into her.
“Yes. Harder.” Mandy’s orders just spurred him on.
He was so close and already he could feel Mandy verging on another climax. He plunged inside her again and again and again.
Mandy screamed as she came around him.
Too much time, too much need. Fire raced down his spine and coiled around his cock as her pussy walls clamped around him and he found his own release.
Spent, he rolled on his side and pulled Mandy with him. “That was incredible.”
“Mmm.” Mandy’s eyes closed and she drifted to sleep.
Cabe smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. He untangled himself and pulled the covers up over her. Mandy was so out of it, she never moved. Treading to the bathroom, he disposed of the condom before sliding in beside Mandy.
Finally, things were as they should be. Tomorrow, he’d tell Mandy how he felt and they’d go from there. Maybe a ring for Valentine’s Day. True, it was only a couple months away, but they’d known each other forever.
He drifted to sleep with thoughts of the future. The sun pierced his eyelids sometime later. Damn, he should have closed the curtains last night. A smile spread across his face. He’d had his mind, and hands on other things last night.
Thinking of Mandy, he reached out for her and came up with empty mattress. His head popped up. “Mandy?”
No answer. He leaned over the side of the bed. Her dress was gone.
He dialed her room. No answer.
He pulled on jeans as he called the front desk.
“Front desk.”
“I’m looking for Miss Sinclair, Room 519.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. She’s already checked out.”
He sank down on the bed, the phone receiver forgotten. Why had she left? Well, it didn’t matter. He’d track her down, spank her so-fine ass for leaving him, and then have the conversation he’d wanted to have this morning.
Mandy Sinclair thought she could run from him. She was in for a big surprise.
~ Christopher and Kat ~
By Nickie Asher
Andre stabbed at the dead bolt and froze.
Son of a bitch. He had uninvited guests in his apartment. He jammed the key in the lock and shoved the door open with a muttered oath.
“Christopher, are you going to make this a habit?” he asked.
His sire was parked on the sofa with a lovely raven haired companion wrapped around him like a second layer of skin. The woman looked up, ruby lips curving into a smile.
Christopher’s neck bore a ragged bite wound and two tiny trails of blood ran down under his collar. He laughed and Andre suspected the expression on his face was less than welcoming.
“I didn’t think you would mind us dropping in. This is Katrina.” Christopher stroked his hand through her hair.
“Call me Kat,” she purred in a smoky voice. “Chris tells me you’re his newest object of affection.”
Andre glanced at his sire and wondered how many lovers he kept at a time. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he was the only fledgling Christopher was amusing himself with. Worse was the thought that sooner or later Christopher would dump him for someone else or maybe several someone elses. Christopher wasn’t the kind who would spend time with a lover once he tired of him. Or her.
He dropped his mail on the end-table and sat in an overstuffed recliner. “So, what brings you to my humble home tonight?”
“Kat wanted to meet you and see some of your work. She thought she might commission you for a portrait if she finds you suitable.”
“Suitable?” Andre snorted. “I’m sure you’ll find my work comparable to the best.”
Kat laughed. “I see there’s nothing wrong with your ego. I can assume your work lives up to it.”
“Of course.” Andre stood. “Come with me. I’ll show you some of my paintings.”
She rose gracefully and followed him into the tiny studio while Christopher remained glued to Andre’s one and only luxury, the huge TV he’d purchased right before Christopher had killed him.
Andre ushered her into his studio. A dozen canvases leaned along one wall, each ready for framing. Each depicted a nearly naked young woman arranged in a seductive pose.
“My goodness,” Kat said as she admired his most recent work, the portrait of the voluptuous Victoria. “Chris told me you were good, but he didn’t tell me you where that good.”
“I’m glad you like them.” And he was. He still had to make a living and painting was something he loved.
She gave him a dazzling smile that displayed some of the most perfect teeth he’d ever seen. She would make a lovely subject.
“When can we start?” she asked.
“Don’t you want to know how much first?” He wasn’t cheap.
“No, darling. I can afford you and anything else I wish to buy.” She reached out and stroked his cheek in a way that was not in the least just a friendly gesture.
His cock stirred with appreciation then he thought of Madison. They had made no commitments to one another. He’d awakened later to find her gone, and she had avoided him since. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong, if anything, and she wasn’t talking. Much to his annoyance.
“Are you with Christopher?” Better to find out. Saying or doing the wrong thing where his sire’s possessions were involved wouldn’t be wise. Christopher could beat his ass. Hell, Christopher could kill him if he chose to.
“Yes, but I’m not his fledgling.”
She could do as she damn well pleased then.
“Do you want her?” Christopher had entered behind them.
Andre stiffened.
“Don’t worry, there is no wrong answer. I’m willing to share her. In fact, I think we would have a marvelous time together.”
Kat laughed and Andre realized he must have an amusing expression plastered on his face. He’d never been involved in a ménage a trois before.
She looked between him and Christopher. Her pink tongue darted out and wet her lips. “Why not?”
Andre’s dick pushed at his pants in agreement.
Christopher stepped close. His hand dropped to Andre’s crotch, cupping him through his clothes. A slow smirk appeared on his handsome face. “Andre thinks it’s a good idea, too.” He slowly rubbed Andre’s erection. He almost couldn’t stand the friction. “Christopher,” he moaned then moved closer to his sire. Lust burned through him. His hands clutched at Christopher. How he wanted to feel that big solid body over his.
“What do you want, lover?” Christopher purred.
“You.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” he said and groaned with the admission.
Christopher reached around Andre and pulled him up against his body. He sank his hands into Andre’s hair and drew him closer. His hard mouth took Andre’s in a kiss that demanded a response. A response he willingly gave.
Christopher’s tongue pushed inside his mouth and twined with his own, ratcheting up his desire. His belly quivered, twisting with the need for Christopher to take him body and soul.
He’d always been dominant with the women he took to his bed, but with his sire, he was a willing, wanting, submissive. He wanted Christopher to take the lead and make demands. He wanted Christopher to dominate him.
He glanced at Kat and his cheeks warmed. Not yet used to being with a male, he certainly wasn’t used to a woman watching.
And watch she did, in apparent rapt fascination. Her eyes sparkled with raw desire as she looked at him and then at Christopher.
A sudden hard pressure in his balls jerked his attention back to Christopher as his sire’s grip increased slightly. “No,” Christopher said. “You pay attention to me and what I want. Kat is mine as are you. You may have her when I say. Not before. Understand?” His grip tightened painfully.
Andre moaned and nodded. Christopher’s idea of punishment was pure pleasure. He hoped his sire kept his hand right where it was.
“Good.” Christopher released his nuts. He smirked at Andre, obviously enjoying his roll of master. Andre didn’t want anyone telling him what to do, but with Christopher, in this situation, he wanted, craved, doing as his sire demanded. Sex had never been this exciting before. Not even Madison had given him what Christopher could.
Christopher kissed him again, his hot tongue plundering Andre’s mouth, simulating the sex act. His hand went back to Andre’s cock and rubbed rhythmically.
Andre groaned. His hands latched onto his sire’s shoulders then slid down over his rock-hard chest, stroking, caressing his way lower.
Christopher’s hand fisted in Andre’s hair as he deepened the kiss even more. He moved closer, rubbing his crotch against Andre’s in a slow grind that sent heat lashing through his body.
Andre groped at Christopher’s pants, struggling with the button and then the zipper.
And then another hand appeared, caressing his ass. Kat had joined them, wrapping herself around Christopher but reaching to include him.
An electric shock of excitement burned through him in a rolling wave as she pinched then kneaded his ass cheek.
Andre pawed at the opening in his sire’s trousers with one hand and reached for Kat’s breast with the other. His hand closed on her firm globe and he massaged gently, his thumb stroking over the peak again and again.
Kat moaned and pressed tighter against Christopher even as Andre’s hand closed on his prick. Christopher’s cock was hard, pushing against his pants. Andre stroked his sire’s prick, only slightly surprised that he could pleasure both of them simultaneously without one hand losing rhythm.
He bent his head and laved Kat’s pebbled nipple with his tongue. A deep moan escaped her. He drew her flesh into his mouth and sucked hard. Her warm hand slipped down inside his pants. She squeezed his ass cheek then dug her nails into him.
In surprised response his hand clamped down on Christopher’s cock. His sire groaned and bucked his hips.
Excitement scorched Andre. “Bedroom,” he hissed. Still locked in a tangle of groping hands, delicious kisses, and pressing bodies, the three of them managed to maneuver out of the studio and make it down the hall to his king size bed.
Once there, clothes were quickly shed as they stripped one another. He drew Kat to him, sinking his hand into her hair and bending forward for a kiss, his cock already shoving to get between her legs when Christopher interceded.
His sire’s iron grip closed on his arm then pulled him away from Kat.
“She’s mine first,” Christopher said and moved to push her onto the bed. “I want you to watch and pleasure yourself while I take care of her. Then...your turn with her. After that. I get you.”
Andre quivered with excitement as Kat stretched out in the middle of his bed and Christopher crawled in with her. His breath quickened as his sire stroked his hands over her from her shoulders, down over her breasts where he stopped to caress each before moving lower, over her taut stomach and on down to her legs. He stroked languidly down her firm thighs then back up.
She whimpered and Andre moaned.
Christopher urged her to open her legs. She planted her feet on the mattress and spread wide for him. He looked over at Andre, grinned then bent, burying his face in her pussy. A deep groan came out of her.
Andre’s cock kicked. He grasped his shaft and stroked hard. Christopher was killing him. He wanted to touch Kat, wanted to fuck her. And he wanted his sire to touch him, to sink his cock deep in his ass, and to fuck him so hard he’d have to brace himself to take it.
Kat moaned as Christopher tongued her sex.
Andre stroked himself in rhythm with her hips as she undulated under Christopher’s assault on her pussy. God, he wanted inside her. He’d never watched a couple having sex before. And he sure as hell had never shared a woman. It was beyond hot.
He slowed his strokes, fearing he was going to come a long time before he got inside her. Her scent, hot and female, drifted to him, driving him mad with need.
Christopher looked up at him and grinned as if he was enjoying Andre’s torment. He lowered his head, going at her again but this time he only teased her, and Andre, before crawling up over her.
Andre groaned.
She opened her legs wider to accommodate Christopher. He positioned himself then drove into her. Kat surged up under him to take all of his length inside her. Grunting, Christopher pumped hard, driving into her.
From his position, Andre had a clear view of Christopher’s dick sliding in and out of her pussy. His cock was slick with her fluid. Andre’s cock jerked and liquid leaked from the tip. Shit, he was going to come long before he got to have her. The realization that his sire had probably intended for that to happen burned through his consciousness.
The bastard. Growling, he grasped his balls and tugged until his impending orgasm backed off. He wasn’t going to be cheated out of having Kat.
He watched Christopher’s humping ass and his belly fluttered. He wanted that big cock inside him. As he imagined his sire thrusting in his ass, he groaned and stroked himself again. He wasn’t sure which was worse, his need to fuck Kat or his need to be fucked by Christopher.
He’d never experienced such conflicting desires. To take and be taken. How would it feel to ram his cock into Kat while Christopher fucked him? He groaned and worked his cock harder.
A long fluttering moan tore out of Kat and Christopher shouted. His hips drover harder, faster, as he came. When his orgasm finished, he rolled off Kat onto his back.
His cock, still hard, jutted upward, glistening from Kat’s wet pussy. He looked at Andre. “Now, you may fuck the shit out of her if you wish.”
Andre yanked open the bedside table drawer and snatched a foil wrapped condom. He couldn’t catch anything from her but he sure as hell wasn’t going bare into Christopher’s jizz soaked territory.
He rolled on the condom and climbed on the bed. Then he crawled up to her and pulled her into his arms. Bending to her, he tasted her lips. Her return kiss was needy, seeking more. She moaned against his mouth.
Seeking entrance, he ran his tongue along her lip. She opened. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, stroking, probing, until she moaned and tugged at him. Impatient to have him.
Without breaking the kiss, Andre shifted and positioned himself over her. His rubber encased cock probed at her opening. Thankful for the condom’s tendency to delay release, he shoved inside her baking heat.
He groaned. God, he’d never been inside a pussy just vacated by someone else’s cock. Her interior was hot, an instant turn-on.
Her arms went around him. “Come on, lover. Show me what you’ve got,” she said.
“I’ve got plenty.” He drew back then thrust forward, going balls deep in her.
She groaned and pushed up, meeting his thrust. He pumped into her hard but not fast, wanting to savor it as long as possible.
“Umm,” she purred.
“Like it?”
She answered with a moan.
Who did she like better? Him or Christopher? He worked harder, giving her everything he could. Wanting to please her more than his sire had.
Christopher chuckled and rolled from the bed. Had he picked up Andre’s thoughts? Probably. He didn’t give a shit. Where women were concerned, it was always a competition. No matter whom the males were.
Christopher went to the bedside stand and rustled around in the drawer. Probably looking for lube. It would be his turn once he finished with Kat. His ass tingled in anticipation.
Lube in hand, Christopher climbed on the bed. His cock jutted, ready for action already. He moved behind Andre. Holy shit—was he...
Christopher’s hand, covered in cold lube, touched his ass. Andre jumped, shoving forward into Kat who moaned deeply. Explosive heat tore through Andre as he realized what his sire was going to do.
He pistoned into Kat, his cock growing even harder inside her as Christopher’s slick fingers pushed inside his entrance. As he ground into Kat, Christopher finger fucked his ass in counterpoint. He groaned, fearing he would come. But Christopher had other ideas. He grasped Andre’s balls and tugged, easing the urge to ejaculate.
Then his sire withdrew his fingers. A moan of loss tore out of Andre. Then Christopher shifted on the bed, he grasped Andre’s hips, stilling him inside Kat who moaned in objection.