Firecracker Under Pressure - Firecracker #3 (Erotic Romance) (5 page)

Trixie started undressing Erik in her mind, replacing his clothes with animal skins, the grill with an open flame, and the kitchen with a wind swept rocky plateau. The granite countertop helped the fantasy along. Erik was her Paleolithic lover and they were surviving in the wild, resisting the elements, hunting wild animals, and using her each other’s bodies to stay warm at night.

Erik kept engaging her in conversation, returning every smile she flashed at him, but remained dutifully committed to their meal. Trixie found herself prompting Erik with questions about cooking, but not really listening to the answers, which was horrible. This was important to him and he clearly took pride in his culinary skills. She leaned forward on an elbow, propped her chin up to feign interest, and then casually slipped her other hand beneath the counter and up her skirt.

Trixie tugged her panties aside and began to rub her clit lightly. She rounded the nub repeatedly and stroked her labia until both were engorged and moist. Each time Erik turned his back for a moment, grabbing another spice that he thought would taste good, she plunged two fingers up her pussy and imagined that he was having his way with her against the rocky tundra in her mind. Gods she wanted the weight of him between her legs.

Erik had no idea. Why didn’t he at least suspect what she was doing?! Trixie was about to finish herself off. He was regaling her with techniques about how to
sear in
flavor. Men could be so oblivious! Food was absolutely the furthest thing from her mind right now, but that wasn’t his fault. She had brought herself to this point, but that was besides the point now. Trixie needed filling. Erik pulled two plates out of his cupboard behind him, and deftly slid their salmon steaks on to each surface. He turned around to ask her a question.

“Would you like some white wine with dinner--"

Trixie was right in front of him. She had slipped around the island unheard and unseen. He lurched back almost crashing into her body, but kept his balance. She didn’t speak, but placed a hand on Erik's chest and inhaled his scent, not quite in control of herself.

“Trixie, are you alright?”

She looked up at him hungrily, her eyes filled with lust, and then ripped his shirt open without blinking, sending buttons scattering to the ground in both directions.

“I love that you can cook,” she said bluntly.

She reached around his back with her nails and raked them across his sides. Erik inhaled sharply at the sensation.

“I’m torn Erik. I really want to enjoy this meal you made.”

Trixie combed her hands up through his bushy chest and then made a fist, pulling the hairs between her fingers.

“I’m just finding it really hard to think about food right now.”

She let go of his chest hair, grabbed his neck instead, and pulled herself up until she was dangling from his body. Erik barely seemed to notice her weight. Trixie wrapped both legs around his torso which forced her short skirt up. She held her face directly in front of him so that they made eye contact at the same height
 
and then pressed her wet cunt against his bare stomach so that he knew how ready she was ready for him.

“What should I do? Eat your delicious meal or ride your delicious cock?”

Erik’s eyes flared at the question. She really wasn’t giving him much of a choice. Trixie didn’t want to insult his cooking or make him think that she didn’t appreciate the effort he put into their meal, but dammit if she didn’t want her cake and to eat it too. Even after the previous week of seeing each other every other day after work, Erik was still eager to please. Trixie knew she was taking advantage of that.

He wrapped his arms around her body and drank deeply from her lips. He was warm, just like always, but so was she after getting herself riled up. Erik walked towards the kitchen island with Trixie and swept an arm across the surface, sending a wooden bowl filled with apples flying. He lowered her onto the granite countertop as the floor was pelted with fruit.

Trixie reached down and pulled off her panties, winding them off her bent legs as Erik undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down at the same time. She couldn't wait even a moment longer. Trixie walked her feet up his now exposed chest and then outwards to each shoulder, widening her legs apart. Erik grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him.

The counter, normally waist height for most, offered Trixie up at cock-height for Erik. His monumental prick towered over her mound. Erik lowered his length and pulled back. She felt the firm head of his throbbing member press briefly against her lips before he drove himself up her accommodating pussy. The fullness of him was always a shock at first, until the initial pain that came with accepting his girth quickly translated into pleasure.

Trixie arched her back on the countertop as he plowed her cavernous snatch. Erik wasn’t holding back. There was no time to take off the rest of her clothes and the kitchen was already hot from the grill that had been running. Trixie was dripping in sweat and they had only just started. Her body felt like it wanted to split open, or maybe that was just Erik’s swollen prick splitting her open. She shook her head back and forth, trying to shake the sweat off her face. It was pointless.

Erik reached down and ripped open her blouse, possibly sensing her need to cool off, or maybe just wanting her naked beneath him. His colossal strength tore her clothing easily, sending buttons ricocheting off nearby walls. Much as she wanted it gone, there was no removing her skirt, which was now pushed up past her waist.

Trixie popped the front eyelet of her bra and set her girls free to jostle up and down with each pounding Erik gave her loins. That seemed to excite him. She could feel the ridges of his cock harden inside her tunnel. The sensation was enough to ignite a burst of pleasure in the pit of her belly. She could feel the wave of her release coming. Too soon, she thought. She wasn’t in control.

Trixie bent her legs back and propped herself up on both elbows, trying to pace herself. Her cheeks inflated with each breath. 
Her breathing was labored. 
Trixie looked up at Erik and grabbed the countertop edge with both hands to better anchor herself in place. Rather than being propelled back with each plunge of his hips, she wanted to hold her ground firmly.

There was very little Trixie could do to maintain any kind of meaningful interaction after detonating. Her body took over and just starting fucking. She had come the closet with Erik after boot camp. Trixie had been more exhausted than she had ever been in her life. Maybe there was something to that?

Perhaps recognizing the look on her face, Erik reached down with one of his massive hands and braced the back of her neck so that they could keep looking at each other. This was his way of keeping the connection between them, but his overpowering strength was one of her triggers.

Trixie's eyes went wide as the onslaught shot through her body in two directions at once, rocketing up her spine and exploding in her nethers simultaneously. Her vision blurred from the rising heat as everything began to turn white around the edges. Trixie fought to hold on. She reached up and grabbed Erik’s muscular arm, digging her nails into his flesh. He winced in pain, but didn't complain. She was on fire, boiling over with more steam than she could contain.

“Almost there… almost…

Trixie had practically attacked him after he finished making them dinner and now she was on the verge of disappearing. She just needed to hang on for just a few more seconds. Trixie gushed out of herself and the world slid away. She hoped he wouldn’t think any less of her for giving in to the furnace.

Trixie regained her senses in a start.

“Did I make it? Did I get through it?”

She was propped up against the wall in a corner of his kitchen, bruised apples littered around her feet. Erik was pointing a fan in her direction.

“How long was I out?”

“Not long.”

Suddenly Trixie had an idea. A simple one, but it just might work.

“You need to exhaust me.”

“Uh, Trixie, you’re pretty exhausted right now. I don’t think you’ve ever released that quickly before.”

“No, not right now. I mean something extracurricular. You need to push me harder than I’ve ever been pushed in my life. No holding back because I’m a girl or because you think I can’t take it. I can. I can take a lot more than most people think. I can take more than most men. I don’t care what it is. I can push through this threshold with my wits intact, but I need to have my physical limits challenged right beforehand, like they were at your boot camp, but even harder.”

Erik smiled. “I can think of something that might do the trick, but it will take a bit of planning. If you give me your next weekend, I’ll put something together for us.”

She placed a hand on his chiseled European face.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked.

“Because it’s much better than
not
putting up with you,” he said.

“You sir are a masochist.”

“Ha! That’s what I was going to call you, especially for leaving your fate in my hands.”

A week later and Trixie found herself holding onto the side of a mountain, strapped into a harness, and suspended by carabineers and lead lines high above the ground. Erik had been excited all week about the surprise. He kept checking back with Trixie to make sure she was still game for whatever he had in mind. Trixie cockily assured him that she could handle anything he could throw at her, no matter how daunting.

Turns out that mountaineering -- or
alpining
as he called it -- had been a lifelong hobby for Erik, but not one he ever talked about or even shared with most people. He did it for personal pleasure and used the activity to get away from the work, people, and the city in general. That he was involving her in this very private form of escapism was a big deal, even if he didn’t say as much.

The hike leading up to their climb had been arduous. Erik had prepared two backpacks, one for him and one for her, which she wasn’t permitted to open. Trixie reckoned she was carrying twenty pounds in weight, which was tiring, but she didn’t complain. The burden was miniscule compared to the one-hundred pound backpack Erik hefted. Trixie began to suspect what was in store
 for them only after they arrived at a sheer rock face
.

Camping gear was the least of it. They had been hauling all the equipment necessary to both ascend the mountain and repel down afterward. Erik took the lead in every way. He assured Trixie that he knew the climb intimately. So long as she did exactly what he said, they were safe. They would be climbing several hundred feet of vertical ground, but they would always be bound to the cliffside by his mountaineering gear.

Trixie couldn’t say she was afraid of heights, but despite all the precautions Erik took, her heart was racing. Every time they cleared a few more feet, she couldn’t help but look down at their progress. The view was frightening at first, but as she adjusted to the dizzying height it became exhilarating. Then after the exhilaration wore off, it became exhausting, and there were still hundreds -- plural -- of feet left. To hear Erik sing the praises of rock climbing, it made him truly 
feel 
alive. He could be honest with himself, especially during a long climb.

Trixie found herself reflecting on the past week. She managed to balance both men, but without telling Erik that she was seeing somebody else at the same time. Trixie had only seen him once after Monday, but that was no excuse. She had to tell him soon, today if she could, before he began to make even more special exceptions for her in his life. She was developing a tendency to bring these subjects up while doing extracurricular activities, and today felt like it would be the same.

“Trixie, there’s something I need to get off my chest,” Erik said in a resigned tone of voice.

Okay, that was unexpected. Did he already know that she was seeing somebody else? They were both in a locked leg position, resting on their skeletons rather than using their muscles. She crossed her arms and leaned back against a bearing rope.

“Sure Erik, what is it?” she said, happy for any distraction.

“After you came to see me at Bare All Fitness that first time, Vanessa and I got to talking. We weren’t exactly a couple, but our relationship was at a point where it could go either way. She pushed for an answer, but I didn’t give her one.”