Firecracker Under Pressure - Firecracker #3 (Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“You’ll see,” she said.

Trixie peaked out her front door to see if the common hallway was clear and then pulled Cy along, not really giving him a chance to refuse. She kissed him as they waited for the elevator to arrive, pushing him up against the door. Once inside, Trixie spun around and raised her trench coat for him. The elevator was an antique, giving them plenty of time get their temperatures up again as they slowly ascended.

Walking barefoot through the penthouse hallways, she and Cy snuck into the service staircase. He was all hands at that point, pushing Trixie up against a landing wall. Cy kissed her neck while spreading her pussy apart with his fingers, and massaged the engorged nub he found. Trixie pushed against his chest, slipped out of his grasp, and raced up the stairs to a door, the lock for which had been broken for years. She taunted Cy to follow, bending over to present her plumage as bait. He chased after her, leaping three steps at a time.

Trixie raced him across the rooftop, past air conditioner vents and blackened brick chimneys. She stopped at a ledge overlooking the skyline and took in the view. Cy caught up with Trixie and spun her around forcefully, breathless and flushed with excitement. She let her trench coat drop onto the roof. Cy gripped her naked backside and picked her up beside the ledge, smacking her ass once for good measure. The ledge of the roof came up to Cy’s waist and Trixie could clearly see over it from her perch and down to the street below.

“Don’t drop me.”

“Never.”

Cy lowered Trixie on his prick and filled her welcoming gash, diving into her with steady rigid strokes. He spilled his plentiful seed in seconds.

“You’re a townie now country boy,” Trixie said, rising and falling on Cy’s cock as he splashed inside her depths. “The whole city is witness.”

He was too busy gasping to form a reply. Maybe having Cy walking distance away wouldn’t be so bad after all.

No sooner had they broken Cy into the city, than Cy was breaking Trixie into the wilderness, or more specifically, the ocean. He owned a kayak, but rented a two-seater for them both. It wasn’t hard to pick up the necessary techniques and Cy promised to do most of the paddling if she got tired. He teased, of course, knowing full well that her stamina had run his lungs dry during their obstacle race together.

Cy gave her a lesson on proper boatmanship before they started out. His hands wandered flirtatiously as he fastened her life jacket while going over the basics of paddling. The lessons were simplistic, but Trixie liked that he was attentive to her well-being. It felt good to be taken care of by somebody else and even made her stomach flutter each time he reached around her to grab another buckle. Is this what it felt like to be in a healthy relationship? She still couldn’t say for certain.

She looked at Cy and sometimes wondered what to do or say next. Trixie would sooner admire his muscular shoulders or lose herself in his brown eyes. She was only distantly listening to his words, a bad habit, while staring at his lips and imagining them pressed against her naked belly.

Any time Cy said or did something that was chivalrous or romantic, like open a door, pay her a complement, or even asked a question about her past, probing for more personal details, she responded with physical affection rather than a reply, or deflected the subject back to him. It was easier that way for now. She was so used to being sexual with men that any other kind of intimacy felt a little forced 
on her part
, even though she truly had feelings for him.

Trixie had only been in one long term relationship before, which had been tumultuous during the best of times, and almost entirely physical. He unlocked her body and rejected her all at once, leaving Trixie shortly after her first gushing orgasm. It certainly wasn’t an experience she wanted to repeat. She was determined to never let herself be hurt like that again. That conviction alone had served her well for years, until meeting Cy in the mountain village.

Cy had changed everything, but she could still feel herself holding back emotionally by using sex as a buffer. She was playful and smiling on the surface, but largely removed on the inside, except during moments like these, as he finished tightening her flotation vest. Trixie could feel him sneaking through her armor as she warmed to Cy in more than a purely physical way. Whether he knew what he was doing or not, she could tell he wasn’t just interested in her body, but her company as well.

Trixie interrupted him, cutting Cy off in the middle of some sentence about sharing waterways with other boaters, threw herself against his long slender body, and given him a prolonged kiss. She held his face in one hand, inhaling him, hungry for his lips. Cy didn’t resist until she was done.

“What was that for?” he asked pleasantly, still locked in her embrace and thrown by her sudden affection.

“For showing up when you did.”

“What? At your doorstep?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

Cy smiled, not fully understanding, but Trixie was okay for that. The day was beautiful, they had each other, and that was all that mattered. Her chest swelled with a deep satisfying breath.

“Take me out to sea Captain. I’m ready when you are.”

Cy sat Trixie in front of him so he could steer more effectively, after which they pushed off into the water and left the cove community behind them. They were slicing through the water shortly thereafter, passing canoeists and sail boats while being buffeted by jet skis and speed boats. There was a whole other community on the water, complete with jellyfish skirting the surface and seals poking their heads up.

Cy directed them further up the inlet, where there seemed to be less activity, and followed the shore. They spotted a deer grazing among the trees in a primordially undisturbed landscape. Trixie was in awe of their surroundings. After two hours of paddling, Cy steered them back into the inlet and towards a small island where he suggest they tie up. There was no dock, merely a pebble beach and some jutting rocks. He pulled the kayak out of the water while she was still inside and helped her out as if she were royalty descending a gang plank.

“I have a confession to make,” he said.

“Oh, what that?” Trixie asked, curious to know where this was going.

“I’ve actually been to this island before. It was sort of my destination today.”

“Didn’t you say something about wanting to
explore
this inlet?”

“Well, I haven’t been back here for a long time, so it is kind of an exploration. It was a long time ago when I was still a teenager.”

“So is this the same island?”

“Yeah, this is the place. It was more than ten years ago. My parents and I were visiting their friends who have a house along the inlet. They had kids who grew up here and went boating all the time. Playing on the water was second nature. There was a whole mess of them. They took me out to this island one night and we built a bonfire.”

“Sounds like a fond memory,” Trixie said as she began taking off her life jacket.

“You could say that. I was there with a bunch of older kids, so it was very exciting, but there’s more to it than that."

"I'm intrigued."

"One of the older boys brought a date along. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Freckles that wouldn’t quit. She pulled him away into the shadows after the fire got started. You
cannot know
how much I envied that guy.”

“Raging hormones and all. I can imagine.”

“At any rate, they were gone for a while. I ended up walking off by myself to take a leak and then spotted them on my way back. They hadn’t actually gone that far, maybe fifty feet away from the fire.”

“You little pervert,” Trixie teased, as she began taking off Cy’s life jacket for him.

“It wasn’t like that! At least not at first. But yes, I did end up watching them.”

“So did young Cyril have his hands full at the time?” Trixie asked, thinking she could tell where this story was going.

Cy reddened and looked away, staring off into the trees.

“He might have.”

Trixie tossed his floating vest in the kayak.

“Let me guess. You came when she did?”

Cy’s eyes went wide. “Aren’t you supposed to ask permission before reading somebody's mind?”

“Trust me, reading your mind was unnecessary for this part of the story. So this freckled-faced girl, she wouldn’t happen to be a ginger would she?”

Trixie already knew the answer. Cy was stunned by the insight.

“How did you know? Were you guessing?”

“No, but would it matter if it was? I like knowing what you want, especially when it’s me. If you ever see that girl again, pass along my thanks.”

Trixie reached down into Cy’s shorts and grabbed his member, only to find him in a stiffened curve. That’s was something else she liked. Cy was always ready for her before she laid hands on him. She pushed down his shorts and began to lightly stroke his prick.

“Is this how you handled yourself while watching them?”

Trixie gripped him harder moving the skin around his erection with her hand as she jerked him.

“Or was it more aggressive, like this?”

Cy hardened with her assertive approach, the head of his cock filling with blood. She bent over to suck on him briefly before standing up again.

“Now the real question is... what were they doing?”

Trixie understood now. This was all an adolescent fantasy finally being realized for him, but with her help. She was more than happy to portray the freckle-faced vixen.

“Not here. Up there,” he said, gesturing with his head.

Cy tucked himself back into his shorts, took her by the hand, and guided them off the pebble beach. The island was small, so they weren’t going far. Cy held aside bushes for Trixie as they climbed the rocky embankment. They reached a broad clearing in moments. There was a well-used fire pit surrounded by rocks in the center. A popular spot for teenagers no doubt. That’s what Cy was now, a teenager, running through a scenario that he had been playing out in his mind for years.

He brought them to a spot maybe fifty feet away from the fire pit, fell to his knees in front of Trixie, and sat back on his heels. She was prepared to do whatever he wanted. Cy wasn’t speaking, but that didn’t matter in a moment after a moment. He pushed Trixie’s shirt up and kissed her belly, exactly as she imagined him doing earlier.

“Now you’re reading my mind,” she said to him. “What can I do for you?”

“Be yourself for me.”

That surprised her. She had expected that Cy wanted to enact precisely what he witnessed that day. Trixie suspected this was merely his way of saying that he was more interested in her than his fantasy, or maybe he was bashful about asking for what he really wanted. If that was the case, Trixie would have none of it. Cy had brought her here on purpose. She was piqued by the memory privately playing out in his thoughts.

“You’re not getting off that easily. Tell me, what did that ginger-haired tart do that got you so riled up?”

“Well, it wasn’t what she did, so much as how she did it.”

“And how was that?”

“Hungrily.”

Cy really did want her to be herself, just in the same place where that older boy had been. He wanted to switch places with him across time and brought Trixie here hoping that would happen. Hungry she could do, easily. Trixie pulled off her shirt, dropped it on the ground, and fixed a come-hither stare at Cy. She unfastened the front eyelet of her bra and threw it off to one side as well. She didn’t care where it landed, so long as her focus never strayed from his brown eyes.

Trixie was channeling herself at that age, eager for experience, wanting the quiet boy in school to fill a chasm of desire that she only barely understood, She made her desire for boys so obvious that they couldn’t plead ignorance. Trixie never left any room for misinterpretation when it came to her lust. She had figured out at an early age not to take shyness in boys as rejection and instead worked 
actively 
to overcome it. They were never shy for long.

Trixie leaned forward and slowly pushed her shorts and panties down, locking eyes with Cy the whole time until she stood back up again. She stepped out of them nonchalantly, and stood before him, her mound near his face.

“Drink me,” she said.

Trixie ran her fingers through his hair. “I want your tongue inside me.”

Cy slung one of her legs over his shoulder and angled his head upwards, flicking her lips apart. She held the back of his neck for stability and squeezed his shoulder every time he did something that felt good, which meant she was squeezing his shoulder pretty much constantly. Her vision clouded and both eyes rolled back.

“For such a young boy, you sure know how to eat out a woman,” she said breathlessly.

“Practice,” Cy said, stopping only for a moment before spreading her pussy further apart with his mouth. He slipped a finger up her slit, and then a second, followed by a third. Trixie moaned at the tightness of their fit, but took them all until they disappeared inside her completely.

Trixie had been aroused long before they reached the island, so the blossom of warmth in her belly spread quickly. Cy increased the speed of his fingers with one hand, while reaching up to grab one of her breasts with his other. He pinched a nipple, lightly at first and then harder. She held his hand with her own, but then brought it up to her mouth to suck two of his fingers. A wave of dew burst forth from between her legs and trickled down his forearm. Trixie knew it was only a fraction of what she was capable, but now it was all about timing. Fingers were no replacement for what she really wanted.