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

She dismounted off his hand and Cy stood up only briefly enough to remove his shorts and boxers, which could no longer conceal his excitement. He lowered himself to the ground and pulled Trixie down as well.

“You’ll get dirt all over your ass,” Trixie said.

“I don’t care,” he said. “I want you on top of me.”

Rather than simply plunging herself around him, Trixie bent over his lap and caressed his cock with her tongue first, circling the mushroomed head. Cy was still very well manicured and so she made a point of playing with each one of his sacks while also stroking his organ. He throbbed in her grip, the veins pulsing against her fingers.

Trixie straddled his torso and reached behind her ass to grab his shaft. She teased the tip around her cunt, enveloping the head only for a moment, before driving back against Cy’s crotch and filled herself with his steel prick.

Cy grabbed her legs and spread them further apart on the forest floor until her clit rubbed more closely against his belly. Trixie helped the friction along, grinding her loins against his stomach muscles. Cy grabbed her ass and increased the force of Trixie’s circling hips. She found his rhythm and matched it, grinding her node to fullness. She couldn’t hold back after that. Trixie felt the electricity arc through her cavern and explode. She moaned as every part of her body from the waist down went numb. She was still in possession of her senses. Not the big release, but close.

“You do that too easily,” Trixie mused with her eyes closed.

“Maybe you’re just that generous.”

“Generous?” she said, opening her eyes lazily. “I’m the one having all the orgasms. If anyone is generous here, it’s you.”

“Maybe I’m just saving myself for another position,” he said deviously.

“Which one?”

“Turn around,” he told her authoritatively.

Trixie’s eyes flared at the commandment. She didn’t realize it until now, but she liked being told what to do by Cy. She liked that he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. If a contest were being mentally waged
between Cy and Erik
, that would be a huge point in his favor.

Trixie slowly lifted herself up off Cy's cock, relishing his length. She turned around into a reverse cowgirl position and arched her back to more prominently display her pussy. Trixie looked back down at him over a shoulder.

“Is this what you meant?”

“You know it is.”

Cy’s member glistened with Trixie's nectar as he guided himself up her ample mound. She took over after that, swiveling her hips in a counter-clockwise direction for a better show. He propped himself up on both elbows to get a better look. Men loved to watch themselves being milked for release. The position was hard to maintain for Trixie, especially right after releasing, but she found her second wind and kept going.

“Don’t take this wrong way, but you have the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen Trixie. You could hypnotize me with your snatch.”

“What makes you think you’re
not
hypnotized right now?” she threw back at him as beads of sweat ran down her flank.

“If I am, then you must be making me do
this
.”

Cy reached forward, cupped an ass cheek in each hand to spread them apart, and thumb-stroked both sides of her labia as they slapped around his length.

Holy mother of balls that feels good
, Trixie thought, unable to think straight for a moment. I hypnotized the right fucking masseuse.

Cy sat up again and brought Trixie's back against his chest. He swung his legs around under him and placed her in his lap, still facing away. She shifted to crouch on the balls of her feet. Cy grabbed Trixie’s waist and together they bounced her up and down on his stabbing erection.

He was long, made all the more obvious in this position as Cy collided against the back of her sheathe. The repeated sting was enough to encourage a slow building explosion. The pain was incidental compared to the shocks of pleasure that discharged up her depths, beckoning Trixie to release again. Each thrust pushed her that much closer to spilling over. She was teetering on the edge of her biggest release. It could go either way at this point, that is... until Cy clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Did you hear that?” he whispered.

Trixie’s eyes went wide as every muscle in her cunt quivered. Unable to moan out loud, the momentum of her orgasm had to go somewhere. Cy’s timing had been unintentionally perfect. 
How dare he steal her voice
, she thought, and yet,
how amazing at the same time!
H
er nethers swelled and gushed thick pulsing waves of honey, instantly coating his shank and both sacks.

There was no stopping now. She continued spurting watery streams as Cy muffled her screams, bursting out around his prick. Cy strengthened his grip, which only intensified her release. The backlash was too much and didn't stop coming for Trixie. She felt light headed. The world lurched and momentarily slipped away. She was gone.

Trixie regained herself, pounding up and down on his cock, an automated slave to her own self-serving desires. She barely noticed that her legs were on fire, still straddling Cy while holding herself in a squatting position the whole time. When the pain finally caught up to her brain, she slumped against his chest. Cy released his hand from her mouth and Trixie slid down his knees onto the ground until she was staring up at him past his saluting erection. She was utterly spent.

Cy was looking off towards the pebble beach where their kayak was tied up. He was still distracted! Did he even know what had just happened?

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I think we may want to get dressed,” he suggested. “I hear voices.”

“I don’t know whether to slap you or kiss you,” she answered.

He looked down at her and smiled fiendishly.

“What, did you come?”

She slapped him weakly. He laughed.

“I deserve that.”

“Not for the reason you think. That’s for not coming with me,” she pouted.

Trixie put her clothes back on and Cy did the same, except for his shirt, which he used to quickly wipe himself down before pulling on his shorts. As they approached the beach, they came upon three teenage boys and as many girls waiting with a cooler unloaded from their canoe. They weren’t surprised to see them in the least, but the eyes of each boy widened to the size of milk saucers when Trixie emerged out of the forest. Cy followed close behind, bare-chested, prompting the teenage girls to grin and titter among each other.

“It’s all yours,” Cy told the group, “I hope we didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“No sweat dude. 
You didn't have to rush on our account,” the tallest boy said, more than a little cheekily.

As they walked by the group to their kayak, one of the girls raised a hand in the air to Trixie.

“Nicely done girlfriend.”

She returned the high-five and leaned in closer. “You should see his ass.”

The girl closed her eyes and nodded sagely. “Oh don’t worry, we did.”

Cy and Trixie paddled away, barely able to contain their own snickering, and abandoned their island to the sextet of teenagers
. Clearly it was still a place where kids went to get away from their parents. Some things never change, Cy mused. Trixie put her paddle down for a moment and turned around to face him. He had a smug look on his face. Cy's role-reversal fantasy had been recreated almost verbatim, right down to being ogled.

“You can do all the paddling for a while
Mister Monk
. One of us is clearly more tired than the other here,” she said, shooting a mocking scowl of condemnation at Cy.

“I would have finished,” he pleaded. “It’s not like I planned to be interrupted.”

“Oh I think there was a good deal more planned here than I realized. How long have you been keeping that memory in the forefront of your mind?” she asked.

“Pretty much since the day we met. It's like you were the older version of that girl from so long ago, but all grown up and womanly.”

Trixie reached between the kayak cockpits with a foot and pressed her toes against his abdominal muscles.

“I’m glad I could be there for you,
heartthrob
.”

Cy rolled his eyes. “Those boys got an eye full of you as well, in both directions.”

Trixie shrugged. “There’s no harm in looking.”

“I still can’t believe you figured out where my kink for redheads started. I haven’t told anybody that story. I feel naked in front of you sometimes.”

“That’s an appealing image,” she said, smiling lasciviously.

Trixie was defaulting to flirtation again, while Cy was trying to express a meaningful emotion. She cautioned herself to be careful about that. She didn’t want to turn
everything
into sexual innuendo.

“I’m starting to realize that you’re very good at ferreting out my secrets Ms. Harridan. How about sharing one of your own?”

Trixie was still sitting on a really big secret. An almost seven foot tall secret to be precise. The right moment to bring up Erik simply hadn’t presented itself yet. Perhaps now was the time. Trixie was loathe to interrupt their weekend with any news that might spoil their mood. She loved the way Cy looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Telling him about Erik stood a good chance of snuffing out that spark, but he deserved to at least know they weren’t exclusive. Option two was looking more appealing.

“A secret? But I have so many Mister Foley,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes, “Where should I start?”

Cy looked off the way he did, flitting through his private thoughts, and then came back with a considered response.

“Okay. Here’s one for you. I know you’ve dealt with a lot of uptight guys, and that most of them were cast aside when you decided they either couldn’t handle your appetite, or your orgasms, or both. I get it. Now let’s assume I can handle anything you can dish out. It’s a bold statement, I know, but run with me for a second. That still leaves a lot of men out there eager to prove their worth. Do you still have time for them?”

That was awfully close to describing Erik, but not quite. Cy was trying to find out if she was interested in meeting anybody 
new
 now that he was in the picture, but was asking in a way that was both curious and prudent. Cy had tactfully given her room to deflect the secret of Erik, so she did.

“I’ve been looking for somebody like you for a long time Cy. Now that I’ve met you, I’m not interested in meeting anybody new.”

Good save, Trixie thought. It was technically true. She hadn’t met anybody new, but she had revisited somebody from her past. Now she had two worthy men in her life, neither of whom she wanted to lose.

Cy rolled her response around in his head, still contemplative. “I think you’re amazing Trixie, but I’m also not so crazy as to think that I’m the only man who feels this way. It’s hard for me to imagine you don’t have other men vying for your attention. Why should I be the only one?”

Trixie wondered how long she could keep up the charade of not admitting to Erik. She stared into Cy's his brown eyes for a moment and gathered her thoughts.

“You know my past. I’m not ashamed of it. Everyone I’ve been with was a learning experience, even the shallow guys. They taught me what I didn’t want as much as what I did want. Being with those guys gradually helped me to recognize their type from a long way off. After a while, l could tell if they were a waste of my time right away
. You alone stood out, and not just by a small amount. It's like you come from a whole different class of men.”

Cy smiled at the compliment, but if Trixie had to guess it wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“If memory serves, you mentioned that I was one of
two
guys on a very small list of men who lasted the whole time.”

Did she say that? Why did she have to be so damned precise! In addition to everything else that she liked about Cy, apparently he was also an excellent listener. She found it heartening because who doesn’t want to be heard? She found it troubling because she knew what he would ask next. The question was practically floating in the air. He would ask who that other man was, or possibly if he was still in her life. Trixie wouldn’t lie. No matter how much she wanted to preserve this moment, peacefully gliding across the water as he paddled for them both, she wouldn’t deny him the truth.

Then an unexpected thing happened. Cy didn’t ask. The silence pervaded so long that Trixie couldn’t take it anymore. She had to fill it with something.

“You’re the only one that matters to me when we’re together.”

She wondered if he would understand her meaning. Cy was all that mattered to her when they were together, just like Erik was during their time together. They were equally meaningful to Trixie, but at separate times.

“Does that change anything for you?” she asked, needing very much to know if it was a deal breaker. If it was, she needed to either choose him alone or stop investing herself in Cy more than she already had.

He replied right away.

“I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other really well Trixie, but also at a breakneck pace. Our first date lasted all weekend and then three more days in the city. It was more like twenty dates all at once. Now I’ve invaded your city
and
your neighborhood. Sure, I’m free to live wherever I want, but you were there first. It’s your world and I’m new to it. I can’t be so full of myself as to think that your life will come to a stop simply because I moved into town.”