101 EROTICA STORIES (4 page)

Abigail smirked, realizing that she could use the new situation to her advantage. She rocked back on her knees, forcing him deeper into her, earning another hard slap. Her skin was starting to sting, knowing that there was an angry red welt where his palm had landed, but it was a pleasurable pain that she didn’t mind experiencing over and over again.

He growled into her ear before pushing up off her. His hands travelled to her hips, holding them in a bruising grip. He pulled his cock back, keeping just the head inside her honeyed depths, before swiftly thrusting back in. He repeated the motion over and over, setting a hard and fast pace, just like she wanted. Her moans mingled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh as he pounded into her relentlessly.

“Is this what you wanted?” Her only response came in the form of a guttural moan, no coherent thought able to form in her head. He reached a hand out to tangle in her hair and pulled hard, bringing her against his chest. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she managed to cry out. “Fuck yes!”

Blake let go of her hair to wrap his arm over her chest, keeping her flush against his body. He could feel his balls getting tighter, his orgasm drawing closer as he kept his frantic pace. He didn’t want to stop until she came again. His other hand left her hip and travelled down to her clit, rubbing circles against it in a frantic pace to bring her closer to her own climax.

She arched her back, her ass pressing harder against his hips as he kept thrusting. The familiar feeling kept building up in her stomach, her toes curling in anticipation of what was to come.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered hotly into her ear. “Cum for me.”

A scream tore through Abigail’s throat as her orgasm washed over her, her body not getting any reprieve as he kept on his assault on her pussy with both his hand and his cock. Blake wasn’t too far behind with his own climax though. Her walls clamped down almost uncomfortably tight around him, milking him for what he was worth, emptying his seed into the condom. Their moans blended together as they rode the waves of pleasure, neither wanting to let go of the other just yet.

He gently guided their bodies back down on the bed, a whimper escaping her lips when he pulled out of her completely. No words passed between them as they tried to catch their breaths, the ragged intakes of air being the only sounds that filled the room.

“Holy fuck.”

Blake chuckled lightly at the first words that left her mouth, more for the fact that he was thinking the very same thing.

“You wanna tell me exactly why you haven’t tried to fuck me before today?”

He snapped his head to the side to look at her. The question caught him a little by surprise, especially with how she attempted to tell him no earlier. He felt a surge of pride when he realized that it meant she was thoroughly satisfied, the look of bliss clear on her features.

“Trust me,” he started. “I’ve fucked you many times over in my head. I was just waiting for the perfect time. ”

“Your mother is gonna kill me when she finds out,” she mumbled.

“Who says she will?” he asked. “And besides, you work for me now and not her.”

“I guess it is my job as your assistant to assist you however you need it,” she quipped.

“Damn right.”

The two just lay in bed, a comfortable silence falling between them.

Blake sat up all of a sudden, his hands moving to remove the condom he was still wearing. He stood up wordlessly and threw the used rubber in the trash bin and walked straight to his bathroom as Abigail looked on wordlessly. Thoughts began running through her head about how he had gotten what he wanted and how she was now just another one of the girls he had bedded and will soon forget. But before the feeling of shame could even settle in her chest, his head popped back out the door.

“Do you wanna come in here and help me?” he asked with a smirk. “I’m gonna need a thorough washing.”

A sly smile made its way onto her lips. “Whatever you say, Mister Pritchett,” she replied, getting off the bed and sauntering her way over to him. “I’m here to assist you in every way I can.”

She sat on the plush couch, eyes wide as she scanned the expanse of the lobby. Having grown up in a small town in Texas, Carissa DuPont thought that being in New York was nothing but a wild dream. Yet there she was, sitting in the middle of the Hilton Times Square. Her green eyes shone with glee as she caught the hustle and bustle of the city through the window, head filling with hope that she would have even just a little bit of free time to look around.

She let out a quiet sigh at the thought, knowing in the back of her mind that it would be damn near impossible for it to happen. She was in town for work, and not for fun. Her thoughts drifted to the schedule she had to stick with. Between manning the company booth at a convention and attending seminars that her boss thought she would learn a lot from, her waking hours were packed.

“We have a problem.”

Carissa was pulled from her thoughts when her co-worker popped up beside her. She craned her neck to be able to look up at him, her brows furrowing when she noticed the disgruntled expression etched on his features.

“What’s wrong?”

Nicholas Brewer ran a palm down his face in a vain attempt to rid himself of the frustration he was feeling. “They messed up our reservations,” he replied. “They only gave us a room and with it being summer and having a couple of other conventions in town…”

She wasn’t clueless as to what he meant to say as he trailed off. New York City was always busy but with the events taking place and the time of the year, it was even busier. They were lucky to have even gotten a room.

“At least we have some place to sleep,” she said with a smile, trying to brighten up his mood. “Are we checked in though?”

“Yeah,” he said, handing over her copy of the room key.

Having only a few bags between them, the two decided not to get any assistance and opted to find their room on their own. They made small talk as they made their way through the lobby, up the elevator and down the hallway. He had to chuckle at how animated she had gotten when he asked what she thought of their trip so far, knowing how it was her first time in a big city. Sure, Dallas was a big place and was already a far cry from the town she grew up in, but it was still nothing compared to New York.

Nicholas slid his key through the lock upon reaching their door, holding it open to let her in first. Even with her back to him, he could imagine how her face would have brightened up even more. With the contemporary design, original works of art hanging on the walls and the large window that offered a spectacular view of the city, Carissa felt like a kid in a candy store.

“This is gorgeous,” she said, awestruck.

He bit down on his lip as he waited for her reaction when she finally noticed one other detail about the room. His gaze was focused entirely on that as he rolled both their suitcases through the doorway and pushed them against the wall, thinking whether or not it was wise to withhold the information from her earlier.

“Carrie,” he called out, tearing her attention away from the window. “There’s only one bed.”

Her eyes snapped to the middle of the room, finally taking notice of the lone king-size bed. She blinked rapidly, as if doing so would magically make another bed appear in front of her. She gave off a nervous laugh before turning towards him. “We’re adults, right?” she said with a small smile. “I mean, it is a big bed. We can share,” she added when she saw his raised brow.

“If you’re sure,” he replied. “And I promise you, I don’t sleep naked.”

Carissa turned away from him, hoping to hide her reddened cheeks. But by the sound of his hearty laugh, the effort was in vain. She huffed when she saw him doubled over. Nicholas had always teased her about what he referred to as her southern innocence, cracking inappropriate jokes every chance he got. She wasn’t naïve nor was she inexperienced, but she did tend to shy away from any sexual banter, whether meant as a joke or not.

“Remind me to kick you when you’ve fallen asleep.”

***

“Here you go,” she said brightly, handing him a cup of coffee. “Still haven’t been getting much sleep?”

Nicholas shook his head before taking a huge gulp of the dark liquid, welcoming its warmth as it travelled down his throat. “I guess I’m just one of those people who don’t sleep so well unless it’s in their own bed.”

It was a lie, and a lame one at that, but she had seemed to accept it, turning her attention back to the speaker.

Truth be told, he hadn’t been able to get any decent amount of sleep due to their sleeping arrangement. She didn’t kick like she said she did, she didn’t talk in her sleep, she didn’t even snore. No, what she did was much worse.

That first night, after coming back from the welcome dinner, Carissa had decided to head to bed early while he sat at the desk checking his email and making last minute preparations for the next day. When he finally decided to call it a night, she was fast asleep curled up on her side and her back turned from him. But once he settled under the covers, she instinctively rolled towards his warmth, pressing herself against his side. He lay frozen as she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck, holding in a breath until she finally stopped moving.

His first thought was to push her away and keep as much distance between them as possible. But the feel of her warm breath against his neck, her arm draped across his chest and her soft curves pressed against his side got him thinking that there were worse ways to spend the night.

He turned his head to look at her, admiring the peaceful expression that one can only get while asleep. There was a hint of a smile on her face, making him wonder what it was that she was dreaming about. He thought that maybe it was about sightseeing around New York, like she had talked to him about during dinner.

His thoughts drifted back to the event just hours earlier, more so to how she looked. Wrapped in a figure-hugging emerald green dress, with her hair pulled up in a sleek up-do, she looked more like one of the stars of the many Broadway shows rather than a small town girl from Texas.

He wasn’t the only one who appreciated how she had looked, noticing stares sent her way the second she stepped into the room. Feeling somewhat protective, he kept close to her, sometimes even draping an arm over her shoulders to fend off any men who looked to be advancing in on her. She sent curious glances his way every time he did it, completely oblivious to the looks she was getting. Several times they had been asked if they were a couple, both replying that they were friends at best; and colleagues first and foremost.

But right now, with her curled up against him, he thought that the idea of them being more than that wasn’t so bad at all. If anything, seeing her in that dress and having her this close now had him thinking just what she kept hidden under those clothes.

He stifled a groan at the direction his thoughts were headed, thinking that he definitely didn’t need to be imagining her naked especially when they had to share a bed for a whole week. And if this was how she slept, he surely couldn’t afford to be caught with a hard on around her.

Sure enough, that was how she slept each night. No matter whether they had fallen asleep turned away from each other, Nicholas would find himself waking up in the middle of the night feeling her pressed against him. He was only glad that she was a deep sleeper and left unaware of how she keeps cuddling with him.  He could have pushed her away, he should have, but there was a part of him that liked her where she was, even more so when her sleepwear gave him a great view down her shirt.

The only thing he had to deal with was having his head go straight into the gutter as he lay awake at night thinking of her in various states of undress, how deep her blush would be if he started talking dirty into her ear, how her hair would look splayed across the pillow as he hovered on top of her. Those thoughts had him fighting with a raging hard on for three nights now, wanting so much to just roll them both over and making what was going on in his head a reality. But he couldn’t do that, not to sweet, innocent Carissa.

So each night, he slept for a few short hours, waking up to feel her wrapped around him, trying hard to keep his wayward thoughts at bay and attempting to fall back to sleep. Every morning, he fought hard to get up before her, carefully moving out of her embrace so he could take care of his morning wood and wake himself up with a cold shower.

“Nick?”

He snapped his head up when she spoke his name, catching the amused expression on her face. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that people had started to file out of the function hall, the seminar having come to an end. His cheeks were tinted pink when he realized she had probably been asking him something or the other when she noticed he hadn’t been paying attention.

“Do you have any plans on leaving or do you wanna stay here until the next speaker arrives?” she joked. “I don’t think the next seminar will be useful to us though.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

The two walked out into the lobby, with Carissa suggesting he just head back to their hotel room so he could get some rest while she covered their booth at the convention. “It’s the second to the last day,” she added. “I’m pretty sure I know everything there is to standing in that small space, handing out brochures and entertaining questions. I’ll wake you up in time for dinner.”

She didn’t even give him any time to argue, rushing away from his side and throwing a wave of her hand to say goodbye, leaving Nicholas staring after her.

A yawn forced its way through his mouth, and having been basically dismissed without anything else to do, he turned on his heel and headed towards the elevators. He might as well get his sleep now because he definitely wasn’t expecting any later.

***

Nicholas woke up to see the bright flashing lights filtering through the hotel window, bringing the life of Times Square even more apparent. Night time, he thought, rubbing his eyes of sleep.

He tiredly got out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, eyes half closed. He was awakened fully however at the shrill shriek that echoed off the walls as soon as he opened the door.

“Shit,” he hissed, quickly making his way back out and slamming the door closed. “I’m sorry!”

His mouth hung open as he tried to gather his bearings but all he could really think about was the image of Carissa patting her body dry with a towel as she stepped out of the shower. He could fill a stirring from deep in his stomach. Even that short split-second glimpse at what she had to offer was more than enough to get his thoughts racing.

When he lay awake at night, he had imagined what she must have looked like underneath her clothes, but seeing the real thing was definitely better. For her petite frame, she had curves in all the right places – ample breasts, wide hips and a round ass. He almost couldn’t believe that he had that sweet body pressed up against him each night and he did nothing.

His head snapped up when the door to the bathroom opened again, his eyes roaming from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. He took note of the deep blush on her cheeks as her gaze went everywhere but on him.

“I forgot to grab a change of clothes,” she said shyly, fidgeting from one foot to the other as she stood in the doorway.

All he could manage was a nod. He moved out of the way to let her pass and waited for her to gather her clothes instead of going into the bathroom, knowing she would probably prefer to change in there rather than in the room and have him walk in on her again.