Naughty New Year

Naughty New
Year

An Erotic Short Story

By Alisa Easton

Copyright
© 2013 Alisa Easton

All
rights reserved.

Chapter 1

The flames of
the fire licked at the wood, crackling and popping every once in a while as it
burned. Michelle snuggled closer to Evan as she watched the mesmerizing dance
of flames. Outside the snow was still falling but she wasn’t worried about
getting back to her parents’ house. Her parents may not have been thrilled
about the idea of her spending so much of her holiday break with Evan but ever
since they’d met on Christmas, they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.
She’d managed to sneak away to spend at least an hour or two in his arms the
three days since Christmas and those three days had been the most erotic and
sexually satisfying of her entire life.

She couldn’t
even remember why she’d been so reluctant to board the plane in Chicago and come back to Pennsylvania to spend time with her family for the holidays. At
the time, she had felt as though her entire life was falling apart. Now she
felt the stirring of new beginning. This time of year held a truly magical
charm about it. The beginning of a new calendar held the promise of a fresh
start in life. She was certain now that Evan could be a part of that. They had
been drawn to each other at a point in life when they both needed someone to
fill a void. Not only did he have a way about him in the bedroom but it turned
out that he was very easy to talk to as well. She couldn’t find a single thing
about him that she didn’t like.

It sure didn’t
hurt that he was drop-dead gorgeous either. Every time she looked into his
dark, lusty eyes, her heart melted and she felt the warm tremors all over her
body. She’d never get enough of running her hands over his rippled chest. He
was perfect in every way, all man, all confidence, and all sex. She wanted to
consume every part of him.

They relaxed
together with his hand draped casually over her shoulder holding her to his
side as she snuggled into him. Her dark curls were tucked behind her head in a
loose ponytail and they had a fleece comforter draped over their naked bodies
as they sat on the couch enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. They’d already
had sex twice since she’d walked in his front door and she doubted they were
finished yet. As the snow continued to fall, making the roads outside dangerous
for passing cars, the hope lingered that she’d have a plausible excuse for
spending the night. Even as an adult, she still felt a little funny about
making her activities with men obvious to her parents. She wasn’t naïve enough
to think that her parents didn’t know what was going on behind closed doors but
that didn’t mean she had to rub it in their faces either.

She’d mistakenly
assumed at first that her parents would look at Evan as a good thing. After
all, they’d been suggesting she move home from Chicago ever since things went
south with her soon-to-be ex-husband. Evan would give her reason to move. As it
turned out, however, her parents weren’t so quick to warm up to Evan. Part of
that may have been the family upset that she’d caused when she’d basically
stolen Evan right out from under her cousin Maxine’s nose on Christmas Day, but
she supposed mostly it was the fact that they were still coming to terms with
the fact that she and Steve were no longer a couple. Michelle may be ready to
move on with her life but her parents were not. It was going to take some
convincing before they were ready to accept that Evan may be the new man in her
life.

If that was in
fact what he was. Even though they’d been spending so much time together and
she was deliriously happy, she was still resistant to trusting again so soon.
Evan clearly liked having sex with her but they had yet to go on a regular
date. Perhaps she was nothing more than a good time before she disappeared back
to Chicago? He’d never brought up her return ticket so she didn’t have much
reason to think he cared about the fact that she wasn’t sticking around
forever. Then again, she reasoned, maybe a few days of pure sexual, no-strings,
fun was exactly what the doctor ordered. She shouldn’t assume that every man
that wanted to get into her pants planned to stick around but that didn’t mean
she couldn’t enjoy the ride while it lasted.

“Are you
hungry?” Evan said kissing the top of Michelle’s head.

“A little,” she
said. She almost suggested that they go out for dinner but the snow would make
that an unlikely option. Besides, they were both in need of a shower and
getting dressed. She was reluctant to cover up that god-like body of his with
clothes again anytime too soon. She felt a stirring between her legs just at
the thought of the naked man that lay beneath the comforter.

“I think I have
a couple of frozen pizzas. I could throw one in the oven if that’s okay with
you?”

“Yeah, sure.”
She suppressed the disappointment that he didn’t at least express a desire to
take her out somewhere.

She watched as
he got up and stepped into a pair of black silk boxers that had been tossed
onto the floor during their initial romp. He disappeared into the kitchen humming
a tune and she could hear him turning on the oven and rummaging for plates and
things. She looked around the floor trying to locate her own panties and
clothes but couldn’t immediately locate them. She’d been in such a hurry to
lose them that she hadn’t paid much attention to where they’d landed.

She slipped off
the couch and crawled across the floor until she finally found her pink satin
panties where they barely stuck out from underneath the love seat. Just as she
reached for them she heard a whistle behind her. She turned around to find Evan
with a bottle of wine in one hand and two long stem glasses in the other hand
watching her. Her back end was in full view as she’d rummaged across the floor
on all fours.

“Well, if that
isn’t a sight,” he said.

If it had been
anyone else, she’d have quickly covered herself but with Evan, she didn’t feel
self conscious. She maintained her position on all fours with the pair of
panties in her hand and smiled at him over her shoulder. Then, just for good
measure, she wiggled her behind a couple of times. He laughed but the boxers
did little to hide the fact that he liked what he saw.

He stepped forward
and put the wine and the glasses on the coffee table. She started to sit
upright but he put a hand on her back to stop her.

“Oh no,” he
said, “I like this view.”

Michelle could
feel the warmth growing behind her legs with the way that Evan looked at her.
She’d never felt comfortable being the center of attention but when it came to
him, she didn’t want to be anything else. He slipped the boxers off and dropped
to his knees beside her.

“You won’t be
needing those,” he said taking the panties out of her hands.

“What about the
pizza?”

“We have at
least fifteen minutes until it’s done cooking. I think I have a pretty good idea
what we can do with our time.”

“Whatever do you
mean?” she said bending the upper half of her body lower to the floor so that
her backside was better presented to him.

He stroked her
behind in appreciation, moving slowly over the curves so that he didn’t miss a
single inch of her skin. Her entire body tingled in response.

“I don’t think I
could ever get enough of you,” he said as he forced her legs apart a little
more opening her sex to him. She steadied herself as she waited for him to move
into position and claim what she wanted so much to give him. When he didn’t
move right away, she looked back over her shoulder.

“Something is
missing,” he said as though he read the question in her eyes.

“What do you
mean?”

He jumped to his
feet and disappeared to the bedroom while she maintained her position on all
fours in eager anticipation. He returned and warned her not to move a muscle.
She froze at the tone in his voice. There was something primal about it that
made her insides turn to liquid. She didn’t think she could be any wetter. The
space between her legs ached for his attention.

“Give me your
hands,” he said as he returned to the living room.

This time she
did sit up and she looked at him puzzled. He was holding a silk scarf in his
hand. What exactly did he intend to do with that? Surely, he didn’t mean to tie
her hands with it?

“Give me your
hands,” he repeated almost breathless with the anticipation of having her.

Her voice shook
when she spoke.

“Evan, I don’t
think that’s such a good idea.” She looked at the black silk scarf again and
then back at the look in his eyes. That look had the power to convince her to
do just about anything but she wasn’t sure she was ready to cross that line
just yet. She’d never gotten into the kinkier side of sex and she wasn’t sure
she wanted to try.

“Trust me.”

“I’ve never …
done that.”

“It’s okay.
Trust me.”

Without second
guessing, she put out her wrists for him and he took them eagerly, moving her
hands behind her back as she sat on her knees and tying them with quick
expertise. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as she submitted. The eagerness
between her legs become overwhelming.

He securely
fastened her wrists and then stroked her arms, moving slowly up and down the
length of them, sending waves of pleasure through to her core. He guided her up
to her feet and led her to the arm of the couch.

“I can’t hold
back,” he said as he pushed her to bend forward over the arm so that it gave
her just enough support that she wouldn’t fall over but presented her behind to
him yet again. He used his foot to push her legs into a wide stance and without
warning, pressed his full length into her.

Without her
arms, she couldn’t steady herself against the couch. She held her stance the
best that she could but the control was entirely in Evan’s hands. He kept his
hands on her hips as he continued to pleasure her. With each thrust, she almost
forgot her own name. The other times they’d been together, he’d held back but
now he gave her all of him and she wasn’t sure that she could take it. She
moaned with her face pressed into the couch and silently begged him to give her
more.

Evan groaned and
made several guttural noises as he had his way with her. It almost seemed as if
he’d become possessed and overcome with the simple need to be inside her. She
knew that she wouldn’t stop him now even if she’d wanted to and she definitely
did not.

She felt her
body tighten in response to his thrusts. He’d slowed down just enough so that
she could feel his full length slide into her and then he smacked her backside.
She yelped in response, more out of the sheer unexpectedness of it than out of
pain but the place where he’d hit her stung slightly. Before she could catch
her breath, he’d slapped her again.

“Evan…” She was
torn between the desire that claimed her core and the fear that he would hurt
her.

He quickened his
pace again and she could feel him getting close to his own orgasm just as she
was certain that she would be pushed over the edge as well. She braced herself
and opened her legs wider trying to take more of him if that were even
possible.

The orgasm took
her fast and made her entire body seize in pleasure. Evan followed her over the
edge and they slumped against the edge of the couch. Evan moaned into her back.

Once the moment
had passed, the first hints of discomfort started to take over her body.

“Evan, untie me
please,” she whispered. He slipped out of her and helped her to her feet,
kissed her shoulders, and slid his hands down the length of her arms before he
untied her wrists and spun her around to face him so that he could place his
lips on hers. She melted into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled
him closer to her.

“The pizza…”

“Shit,” Evan
said pulling away from her and making a beeline for the kitchen, “I forgot all
about it.”

With Evan out of
the room, Michelle sat down on the edge of the couch and rubbed her wrists.
They were only a little sore but she still wasn’t sure how she felt about what
had happened. She’d never done anything like that before and although she’d had
an amazing orgasm, now she just felt a little odd about the whole thing. She
reached for the comforter and wrapped it around her naked body.

Evan came back
wearing nothing but a potholder on both hands and carrying a pizza pan with a pizza
that looked a little too crispy. She stifled a giggle. She did like the fact
that she had the ability to completely distract him.

“Well,” he said
standing with one hand on his hip. It was difficult not to look between his
legs, “It’s a little well done but dinner is served.”

She giggled and
reached over to pick up one of the plates, put a slice of pizza on it and handed
it to him. Then she repeated the process for herself. Evan opened the bottle of
wine and poured a glass for each of them. He sat down beside her and she
offered him some of the blanket to cover himself which he took gratefully.
Despite the cozy fire to take the chill off the evening, it was still a bit too
cold to be walking around the house wearing nothing at all.

They ate in
silence for several minutes. Michelle hadn’t realized how hungry she really
was. Being with Evan really worked up her appetite. She took a second slice and
offered another to him which he took with a smile. She sipped her wine.

“This is nice,”
he said breaking the silence.

“I should
probably try the roads,” Michelle said.

“I thought we
agreed it’s too bad out there. It’s still snowing. You should stay here
tonight. Did you change your mind?”

“No, it’s just
that…”

“Well, if you
want to go home, I’m not going to let you take your chances on the roads. I’ll
drive you.”

“That’s okay,
really, Evan.”

“I insist,
Michelle. I’d rather you stay here but if you really want to leave, I want to
make sure you get back safely.”