Finally

Been a long time.  Here’s a trifle…

She followed him through his front door and shut it behind her.  Dropping her purse, laptop bag, and keys on the floor she swallowed, attempting to control her shallow breathing and racing heart.  She took a deep breath and lifted her eyes to him.

Suddenly his arms were around her and he slammed her back against the door, pressing her body between his and the hard steel. His lips found hers and she breathed in his breath as she finally tasted his kiss. His tongue slid forcefully into her mouth, roughly dominating her in the kiss. At the same time, his hand slid under the hem of her skirt and up her stocking-clad thigh, over the strap of her garter belt, and lifted her leg up around his hip. He lifted her easily and she wrapped her other leg around him, suddenly looking down at him instead of up. He continued his assault on her mouth and she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck as he moved his right hand to the inside of her thigh and slid her damp panties to the side.  He found the source of the moisture and, with as much force as his tongue still dominated her mouth, slid two long fingers deep inside her dripping channel.

She broke their kiss, throwing her head back, arching against him and let out a loud, guttural gasping, “Ahh!”

“Look at me!” he growled as he began a deep, hard stroke within her. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, locking her eyes to his, letting out a loud gasp each time he thrust into her.  He crooked his fingers, found her G-spot and began stroking it with his fingertips.

Her mouth dropped open and her head started to drop back at the pleasure, but as her eyes started to slide closed again, he shook her and growled, “Look at me!  I want your eyes here!”

Her body started to vibrate as the pleasure grew. She ground against him, eyes locked, and moaned.

“DON’T come,” he ordered, his eyes stern.  She bit her lip and stopped moving her hips against his hand, but he continued his firm stroke, deep inside her with his fingertips.  She whimpered and clenched her jaw, pleading at him with her eyes.  The heat began to spread across her abdomen and her mouth dropped open again as she felt the orgasm about to take the world from beneath her. But he stopped.

She gasped when he withdrew his fingers, pulling her immediately, frustratingly back from the edge. But his hand immediately went to the button on his pants and her hands flew between them to his zipper to help, her legs still wrapped around his waist.  She got the zipper down, reached under the waist band of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard length.  She stroked him once, firmly from base to tip, and he moaned in her hear.  The sound echoed in her head and sent a jolt to the pit of her stomach.  She slid his boxers over his hips and freed his cock, bringing its head to her swollen, dripping entrance.

He lifted her slightly to rest more securely around his hips, and she looked back to his eyes again, wrapping her arms around his neck, waiting for him to slam his length deep into her core and make her come.

But he didn’t. He entered her slowly, painfully slow; their eyes locked as they watched each other finally experience their joining after the years of anticipation.  Pleasure, excitement, impatience, longing, joy, and fulfillment crossed each of their eyes in turn as his thick shaft slowly, endlessly filled her, until his head pressed insistently against her cervix, and his balls contracted in pleasure, pressed against her perineum.

Finally, she brought her lips to his and closed her eyes. Their bodies motionless, they kissed slowly, deeply, exploring each other’s mouths, his cock unmoving, cradled deep within her. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other, holding each other close, both where they had wanted to be for so long, bodies joined so closely that there was no space or time between them.

Slowly he started to move, withdrawing ever so slightly and sliding deliberately back in.  They continued their kiss, her back still pressed against the flat steel of the door.  Each stroke grew longer and harder until he was withdrawing almost completely, and ramming deep into her, his head slamming against her cervix, over and over again.  She finally broke their kiss and began to cry out loudly against his ear with each thrust.

“That’s right, Love,” he groaned against her, “TAKE IT.” Slam. Gasp. “Take all of me!” Slam. Scream. “Take my cock!”

Her lungs gasped for air as he nearly knocked the wind out of her with each brutal thrust, and she clung to him until the heat in her abdomen started to grow again, spreading down into her thighs, and up into her torso.

Slam.

“Ahh! YES, LOVE!” she cried.

Slam. Scream

“Give it to me!”

Slam.

“I want it!”

Slam. Gasp.

“I want all of you!”

Slam.

“Oh! I only want you! Only you in me!”

Slam. Scream.

Lights exploded behind her eyes as the orgasm over took her and she arched against him, throwing back her head; her body beginning to shake with the spasms.

“Come with me!” she pleaded, before melting into repeated, incoherent gasps and cries.

He thrust twice, deep and hard,

Slam.

SLAM.

and followed her, crying out, “Ahh, ahh!” over and over again against her ear as his seed shot hard, deep inside her womb.

When their spasms had finally stopped he stood there holding her tight against him, resting deep inside her, still throbbing.  He kissed her gently, but deeply and could not let her go.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” she whispered.

“I know, Love. I know.  You have me now.”

Smoke

SmokeShe lay back, looking up into the darkness of the room, the only light coming from a small lamp on his side of the bed. Bringing relief for her final craving to her mouth with her left hand, she closed her lips over the end and drew the smoke into her lungs. Exhaling she watched the white outlines writhe and billow and curl, expanding towards the ceiling.

Drip.

She could feel his weight on the mattress next to her. He lay silent, still after their driving exertions together. Bending her left knee, she pulled her leg upwards. Moving her pleasantly exhausted limb took much concentration and she sighed aloud when her foot came to rest on the mattress, knee pointing to the ceiling.

Drip.

The dampness cooling across her torso tickled her skin and she moved to brush it away with her right hand. A glint of lamplight reflected a flash in her eyes as she reached across her body. Smearing three lines across her chest with fingers draped around the shaft she executed the tickle.

Drip.

Taking another draw she inhaled, the red heat at the end glowing hotter as she watched the blood drip from the blade, a Praying Mantis now satisfied.

Escape

FogThis picture is how I feel today while it’s cold and snowy here in the Midwest at the beginning of MAY! I apologize, but I’ve left the end of this hanging as I can’t decide if I want it to be the Lord catching her at her escape attempt, or some other captor. Either way, it’s not who she has expected…

Serena pulled the dark folds of the hooded wool cloak closer around her thin frame against the cool dampness of the pre-dawn fog. The hood draped over her head limiting her peripheral vision. But she daren’t remove it lest her pale golden tresses betray her as His Lordship’s best concubine. Leaves crunched rhythmically under her bare feet, echoing noisily in the silence as she stepped swiftly through the wood. The feel of their sharp dry edges on her soles was contrasted by the soft moist cushion of the cold sod hidden beneath them. The mist itself clung to her cloak as if trying to hold her back, leaving its surface damp and chill.

She knew that the false sense of security offered by the cloak would do her no good should any of the guards find her wandering the woods along the Eastern borders of the Estate. They were forbidden to all Estate inhabitants, a buffer between the grounds and a barren wilderness that served as refuge to potential raiding parties who would steal, or in her case, rescue, prized concubines raised and trained by the Lord of Seduction. It was to that wilderness that Serena must flee, or face being sold at auction now that His Lordship had completed her training.

Ahead of her, the two massive oak trees where she was to meet her escort seemed to emerge from the fog and her pace slowed. Her eyes darted around for signs of movement. Stopping between the trees, she turned slowly in place, searching.

Finally in the distance she caught sight of a shadow moving close to the ground. As the transparent darkness crawled closer, her mind strained to define it. It took her several moments to realize it was smoke, curling and drifting silently over the ground. It came to rest in front of her, billowing upwards, slowly forming itself into the shape of a man. When the sorcerer finally materialized before her Serena recoiled in surprise and screamed, the shrill sound echoing throughout the otherwise silent Forrest.

Jessie

As if I don’t already have enough projects on the burners right now, this week’s episode of Castle inspired these characters who then insisted I start writing them up immediately. Jessie is the owner of a small private security company and she is interviewing to take on the protection of a (gasp) billionaire who has had an attempt made on his life. She has just finished telling him that though she is not armed for the interview, she always carries a weapon when on duty. This scene is very rough. I have not edited it at all yet.

John was cut off by a loud popping noise followed by a sharp crunch. Immediately the window behind him spidered into a halo above his head as the report of a gunshot sounded. He ducked at the noise. Jessie instinctively launched herself towards the billionaire as the plate glass reverberated with a second shot. Her body slammed against his and she threw her arms around him, letting her weight and momentum knock him off balance, sending them both crashing to the floor. She landed on top of him, the desk now between them and the window offering some protection against the unknown assailant. She felt his chest heave underneath her and knew that she had knocked the wind out of him but she didn’t have time to apologize now. Her hand automatically reached for the Beretta in its holster at her hip and she remembered that it wasn’t there.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, bringing both hands back up to rest on his chest. She paused a moment, listening. Hearing no further shots she looked down at the potential employer lying under her. Already recovering from the surprise, his jaw was set, his eyes narrowing in anger. Unconsciously his hands had circled her waist holding onto her protectively.

“Well,” she breathed, “that’s the last time I don’t bring my gun to an interview.”

He actually laughed. “I forgive you. And ah…you’re hired.”

Breaking Even

When I got to the North Points Supper Club this past Friday night at about 6:15,  there were a couple of non-members eating in the restaurant  so I had to wait awhile before heading to the back room.  Marc was sitting at the bar again talking to Maya so I headed over to chat for a bit.  I walked up behind him, slid my hands around his waist and rested them on his stomach.  Leaning my chin on his shoulder I smiled at him.

“Hey Marc.  Miss me?”  He leaned to the side a little to look at me and I took advantage of the opening and leaned in.  Pressing my lips against his and kissing him I let my left hand slide down to his groin.  He groaned into my mouth as I firmly squeezed the bulge in his jeans.  I broke the kiss and brought my hand back up to his stomach.  I looked up at Maya and winked while she shook her head at me and laughed.

I disentangled myself and sat down on the bar stool next to him.

Marc cleared his throat.  “You still owe me big time Trin.”

“I know.  I promise I will make last weekend up to you.  I swear.  But you know tonight is Alan’s turn.”

“You want a drink?” Maya asked.

“No thanks.  I’ll wait till I go back.  Have you guys seen Alan?”  I admit I was a little anxious.  Alan had a reputation for being, shall we say, rather well endowed.  All week long I had been hearing his voice in my head repeating over and over the promise he’d made the previous weekend.  “I’ll have you tied and writhing under me while I take you deep and hard.”  CC shivered in excitement.

Mark shook his head.  “No, I don’t think he’s here yet.”

Just then one of the non-members came up to the bar to pay Maya for their meal and we stopped talking.  They left, and as soon as the door closed behind them I got up to head for the door to the back rooms.

“You coming Marc?”

“Not right now.  We’re editing.  I’ll catch you later Trin.”

I waived at Maya, slid my access card into the reader and pushed through the door.  The light was dimmer in the back rooms and I paused a moment to let my eyes adjust.  Bypassing the board I headed straight for the bar.  Sitting down on one of the stools I caught Harvey’s eye.  He was at the other end and in the middle of a conversation with Lisa.  He raised his thinly bearded chin at me in silent greeting while continuing to talk and I watched him reach for a martini shaker to start mixing my Cosmo.  Lisa nodded at him, obviously finishing their conversation and walked away.  Probably arranging a room for a scene, CC poked me in the ribs.  I ignored her.

Professional barman in black standing barHarvey turned around and headed my direction in nothing but his chaps, as always.  I’d have to ask him where he got those sometime.  He winked at me and set my drink down on the bar.  Taking a sip I kept my eyes on his over the rim of the glass.  Crossing his arms over his chest, he returned the steady gaze and the events of the previous weekend came rushing back to me.  Swallowing the tart sweetness I closed my eyes and groaned.

“Oh, Harvey.  Thank you.  This is just perfect.”  Man did he get my drink right.

“Good to see you again, Trin.”

“It better be.  I wasn’t able to sit without wincing for most of the week.”

“You loved it,” he grinned devilishly.  I set my drink down and watched as he reached for a clean glass and poured a beer from the tap.  I studied his bare chest and my fingers itched to slide over the beautiful muscles again.  A memory of him groaning against my ear as I clung to him, his body thrusting over me, flashed through my mind and my heart seemed to stutter.  I took another drink.

“Hey, you left your laptop here last weekend,” he said, setting the beer on the counter for another member.  I cleared my throat.

“Yeah I know.  I had to publish my last post from my desktop.”

“Give me just a minute and I’ll grab it for you.  It’s right here behind the bar.”

“Actually, would you mind keeping it and I’ll come get it from you later?”  He nodded just as Alan came up next to me and slid his arm around my shoulder.

“There you are.  Are you ready?”  My heart jumped suddenly and I was surprised to find myself a little nervous.  Last weekend with Harvey had been so spontaneous that I’d hardly had a chance to think about it.  Plus Marc had been there the whole time.  Although we hadn’t known each other very long, our collaboration seemed to have built a certain level of trust on my part.  Tonight would be just Alan and me.

Alan seemed to sense my uncertainty and paused.  “Hey,” he soothed. “Easy now.”  He reached for the beer on the bar and I realized that Harvey had poured it for him.  “There’s no rush Trinity.”  He took a sip and set the glass back down.  “How about just a kiss hello for starters?”

Yes please, CC purred.  I smiled, a little embarassed by her.  Swiveling me on the bar stool he turned me to face him.  He nudged my knees apart and stepped between my legs so that my thighs cradled his hips.  His left hand moved to my waist while his right hand slipped around behind my neck and pulled me to him gently.  His open mouth covered mine coaxing my lips apart.  He started slowly, softly; sliding his tongue over my lips, breaking the kiss and then coming right back.  He turned his head to the other side and let his tongue delve softly to meet mine.  I inhaled deeply, sliding my left hand around to the small of his back, my right coming up to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer to me.  As he felt me relax he deepened the kiss.  Quickly he changed from gentle to urgent, filling my mouth with his tongue and pulling my body up against his.  I felt the evidence of his arousal, the cause of his reputation, pressed against my belly.  Returning his kiss I explored his mouth with my own tongue, my heart pounding in my chest.

Damn this guy can kiss.

“Hey you two,” Harvey’s voice admonished from somewhere to my right, “Get a room.  That’s what they’re for.”  Alan broke the kiss and I buried my face in his neck and laughed,  my cheeks growing hot.

“I’ve already got one,” Alan said, helping me down from the bar stool.  When I stood on the floor he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Let’s go,” I said breathlessly.  He reached for his beer and I for my Cosmo.

“Have fun,” Harvey teased and I raised my glass to him.  Alan took my hand and led me down the hall.

“I’ll be waiting for those points you owe me Trin,” Harvey called a reminder after me.

* * *

About an hour later Alan and I returned to the bar, his arm wrapped around my shoulders again.  CC giggled as he whispered in my ear and then pressed a kiss to my temple.  We sat down and he pulled his phone out, opening his Points Club App.

“Alright then.  There you go Trinity,” he said keying in the transfer, “Your first points!”  I pulled my own phone out and checked the App.  Seven shiny new points were now in my account.

“Thanks Alan.”  He had definitely lived up to the promise he’d made me.

“Thank you.  Another time maybe?”

“Oh hell yes!” CC chimed in.

“Alright, I’m off to check the board to see if there are any scraps left to make some points on.  I’ll catch you later.”  He kissed me one last time, lingering, both of us feeling how much we had enjoyed ourselves.  Then he walked away.

I breathed a contented sigh, put my elbow on the bar and rested my chin in my hand.  Looking around I found Harvey staring at me from the other end of the bar.  He was listening to someone that I didn’t recognize and turned back to him to nod in response to some comment.  As he did, he reached for a martini shaker again and started mixing up another Cosmo.  I shook my head at the deja-vu.

Deciding to retrieve my laptop, I got up and stepped around the end of the bar, crossing over to the other side.  I stood there looking for a moment at the strangeness of seeing the bar from a different perspective.  Cabinets and glasses lined the back side along with rows of liquor bottles.  There was a small built in refrigerator and next to that was my laptop bag.  I bent over and retrieved it, setting it up on counter.  Picking up my phone I transferred my newly acquired points to Harvey’s account and then slid it into the bag too.  As I zipped it closed Harvey came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back against him.

“Got my points transferred?” he asked, setting my newly mixed drink on the bar.

“Yes,” I feigned a scoff as he pressed his rigid length against my backside.  “I now have zero points after two nights at Points Club.”  He leaned down and kissed my neck and CC groaned.

“Don’t worry,” he said, nibbling along my shoulder, “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to earn points.”

I turned in his arms to face him.  Draping my left arm around his neck  I reached down and stroked his growing erection with my right hand.  “What about right now?”

* * *

You know, I had a really good time with Alan that night, but I think I’m starting to develop a little crush on Harvey.  I’m not sure how I feel about that.